Call Of Repentance || Part II

Call of repentance || Part II

Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.

Word Count: 2211

Warnings: strong language

A/N: Part 2 of the story.

Author: Rouge

The Royal Palace was located on the northern part of Kyrat, near the Himalayas.

The building had a red openable door just like what other outposts and fortresses had. It was a huge building, placed on the large hill.

 Pagan, with a glass of cognac in his hand, went out at the terrace, located on the third floor. From this point a beautiful view at the North Kyrat was streatching.

Pagan sat on a swing with a canopy and he started to sip on an alcohol.

He was delighted on the spectacular view, admiring it in silence. But his consternation soon has been interrupted by a grunt.

“My King, De Pleur has checked everything and it seems that it wasn't Golden Path who set the bomb at Baghadur” Gary, Pagan's the most loyal and trusted assitant said calmly.

Min only nodded, finishing his drink.

“Did he check EVERYTHING?” he asked.

“Yes, my King. He cooperated with Noore in that matter” Gary grunted again, still standing on the threshold.

“So he wants to say that it wasn't that fucking monkeys fault?” King asked coldly, not paying any attention at Gary.

“Uhm... Yes, my King” Gary confirmed with weak voice, swallowing hardly.

 At the same moment, Pagan crushed on a glass he was holding in hand, yelling viciously.

“Find whoever is responsible for this attack! It was an attempt on my fucking life!” he yelled.

The blood drops fell on the wooden floor of the terrace from his injured hand, but he didn't pay an attention to this fact. “I wanna have their heads on a silver plate till midnight. Otherwise I won't be nice anymore!”

Gary nodded and quickly left the terrace to avoid Pagan's anger and frustration.

Pagan hissed while he was pulling out a piece of a glass from his hand.

“KHAN!” he yelled.

After a while, a tall, well-build soldier entered on the terrace.

He was a commander of the Royal Guard. That man was responsible for death of about 200 people in last half of a year. His name was Khan Ajmal and he was working for Pagan since many years. Kyrati citizens, however, knew him under other name...

A lot of them used to call him the Headhunter, because he would do everything to find out people, who were suspiced of conspiracy against King Min.

“It's probably the work of these cowardly whores from the Golden Path. They know they can not beat us, so they began to resort to bombings” Pagan clenched his hand into the fist. He looked at the man. “Find out, who's behind this. You have to pull out everyone who's responsible for this attack even from under the fucking ground! When you find them, take them to Paul's fortress and then let me know. Then I will come to Varshakot and we will decide, how to kill them, just to make sure that they know they are dying.”

It was still the night, when you has been assigned to the little Golden Path branch, which had to secure the little convoy with weapons. The convoy had to transport a lot of stuff to an outpost, which was belonging to the Golden Path since few months.

In the face of last event, it couldn't wait any longer, so Amita and Sabal got to the conclusion that it has to be done before dawn.

You were traveling in the last car, when you noticed that rest of the convoy has stopped. Two other Golden Path's cars were standing on the side of the road and people with flashlights were entering the bushes to explore the area.

“What's going on?” you carefuly asked, looking at one of the rebels as you got out of the car.

“They said they saw something nerby” man shrugged slightly and jump on the semi-trailer to check the cargo.

As carefully as you could, you walked into the direction of the bushes, your hand was on the kukri knife hidden in your pocket, just in case..

You walked through bushes and when you got out of them you noticed you were standing at the top of the little hill, but even from that distance you could see a huge crater carved in the ground and fire, which has destroyed a part of the forest around the lake. Thick black smoke hung high in the air.

You covered your mouth with a hand to secure yourself from breathing with choking smoke.

“You see, Y/N, it's here. The bomb had to be large” one of the rebels, a young boy approached you, rubbing his eyes. “My father said that Royal Army for sure did it by itself to put the blame over us all.”

You sighed sadly, but in the same moment you've heard something.

 At one point, suddenly and unexpectedly, from the direction of Baghadur, a military convoy of several cars of Royal Army has arrived. When people from the Golden Path noticed this, it was too late for any proper reaction.

Royal Army soldiers quickly jumped out of the cars and they started to shoot with guns. Two of them boarded on the trailer and got places behind a big machine gun placed on the cars' roofs.

 The regular exchange of fire has started.

 You watched the situation with horror in your eyes and heavy heart in your chest. Without thinking for a long time, you jumped on the semi-trailer of one of the Golden Path's cars and digged to look for a weapon you could use.

The only thing you've found was an bow with a quiver. When you lifted your head and realized, how close the fighting was, you put the quiver on your back and pulled out an arrow from it.

Almost at the same moment you noticed Ajay, Longinus and Sabal, who had arrived in the wrong place in the wrong time, they were hidding behind one of the Golden Path's cars, occasionally shooting to enemies behind the cover. One of the rebels, who stood next to their hideout, was hit by a machine-gun shot straight in the head and fell dead on the ground. Longinus leaned out from behind the car and when he tried to shoot at the enemy, he almost has been hit by them also. By this movement he betrayed their hiding place.

The remaining rebels after using all of an ammunition headed to grapple, unfortunately, most of them almost immediately was killed by De Pleur's soldiers.

You saw two soldiers of the Royal Army, they were called the Exterminators and your heart almost stopped. Dressed in bulletproof vests with special material, reinforced with heavy CKMs in their hands, they were walking in the direction of the hideout of men to get them from behind. Sabal at the last moment had realized, that they were surrounded and started shooting with little avail, as none of the missiles did not even hit the soldiers, who marched relentlessly towards them.

You had a last chance to prevent the tragedy, you imposed an arrow on the bowstring, aimed it and fired. The arrow with a low whistle flew through the air, sticking straight in the helmet of one of the soldiers. Almost immediately he fell down dead to the ground.

Longinus, Ajay and Sabal turned eyesight to see, who helped them and have almost immediately astonished themselves.

“Y/N!” Ajay yelled.

But you didn't seem to listen.

You reached for an another arrow and this time you also gave a good shot, beating second enemy.

“Y/N, don't do it!” Sabal shouted loudly, trying to stop you.

But it was too late.

About 10 meters away, there were standing cars, which became to the Royal Army and next to them there were the rest of the soldiers, who were not killed. One of them picked up the sniper rifle to the eye, aimed and pulled the trigger.

Just at the moment, when you were about to pull out another arrow, you has been shot just above the left knee. The bullet passed through and sticked into the bodywork of the Golden Path's car.

You screamed in pain.

You rolled over a bit on the side and laid on your back, breathing heavily. You felt the throbbing pain in the left leg.

Suddenly you heard the reloaded gun and realized, that next to you one of the soldiers of the Royal Army was standing. A bit further, few of his companions were standing.

“Get up” ordered the man.

With problems, you slowly got up from the ground.

Immediately you noticed, that Ajay, Sabal and Longinus were brought out of hiding place and now they were kneeling on the sandy road. Behind each of them stood one soldier with a rifle leveled directly at their heads.

At this sight you stopped breathing.

The soldier, who told you to get up, turned to the kneeling men and approached them.

“All of you have the right to remain silent, you shall testify before Paul De Pleur.”

“I won't make any statements in front of anyone” Sabal snapped sharply.

It was enough to provoke the commander.

He raised his rifle and aimed straight at Sabal's chest.

“If so, you won't live to a fucking dawn” man smirked.

“He did not want to say that” Ajay threw his hands up in a gesture of peace.

“I'm not talking to you, mongrel” commander snapped roughly.

He raised his head and nodded to the soldier, who stood just behind Longinus.

There was a loud bang.

You heard your own cry vaguely.

Longinus' body fell limply to the ground.

“You motherfuckers!” Sabal yelled, jumping to his feet, but he was quickly brought back to the ground by two soldiers.

The commanding officer came up to him and put the barrel of a gun to Sabal's temple.

“Now it's your turn” he laughed haughtily.

You found enough courage to shout:

“Noooo!!!”

Surprised, commander turned to you, taking off the finger from the trigger.

“It seems to me, that I did not ask you about an opinion” he hissed.

You looked straight into his eyes.

“Shoot me, but let them free” you said defiantly.

Other soldiers murmured in surprise.

“Y/N, shut up!” Ajay called with anger. “Leave her alone, she is still very young, she does not know, what she says” he began to beg.

The commander laughed lasciviously.

“The young, you are saying? That's good, I like this kind the most, haha!”

You looked sternly at the man.

He came to you and standing only a few centimeters from you, he looked at you intently.

“You're beautiful. Tell me the fuck, why such a beautiful woman is packing herself in such trouble?” man circled you slowly, watching you closely on each side.

“I have my own reasons” you barked, carefully tracking his every move.

“Well ... You look as the girl, which is lacking a real man in bed” he laughed bluffly. He hugged you from behind, grabbing your breasts firmly. “Nice tits. Bet you're a little whore, aren't ya?”

You were watching as Sabal got purple on his face from nerves and started to struggle. He was angry, that a stranger, in addition a soldier of Paul, has fondled you.

The truth was Sabal had a crush on you, but he didn't want to admit it before others...

“Fuck off, this is not your thing” you snorted loudly.

The man suddenly pulled your ponytail thus rendering, that you fell to your knees, gasping in pain.

“You should be polite, bitch!” - he shouted at you.

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth, to not say a few words too much.

“I'm begging you, leave her” Ajay carefully got up from his knees and with hands raised, he turned to commander. “Let her go, you got us. The leader of the rebellion and his deputy, I think it's a quiet good solution.”

The soldier looked at Ajay with pity.

“I will decide, whom I take and whom I let go” he said.

Again, he turned to you.

“You will be the perfect gift for De Pleur” he summed. “Maybe he'll teach you how to behave properly, scum.”

You froze. But then you said:

“I will not be anyone's gift!”

 But then a quick reflection came to your mind.

It was a good way to sneak into De Pleur's troops. You knew Varshakot fortress very well, but at the same moment you knew De Pleur wasn't trusting you. Of course, you were working for him since few weeks and you never was a problem to him nor his people, but still he had a limited trust towards you.

You took a deep breath.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path, you thought to yourself.

You briefly looked at Ajay and Sabal, then you turned your head to the commander.

“I surrender. Can't fight anymore, I'm injured. You got me.”

A wry smile appeared on man's face.

“Good slut” he gave a look to one of his men. “Inform De Pleur I have a surprise for him.”

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

A/N: my best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.

Words: 1624

Warnings: self harming, panic attack, bpd, angst, bpd!Bucky, sad!Bucky, depression, blood, graphic description of violence, swearing

Author: Rouge

It has been a week since he moved to your house.

From the very beginning you were more worried than happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky, you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.

But on the other hand you understood what Steve has been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness, sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.

When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive, you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.

When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve managed to melt your heart and you said yes.

However, keeping the good of your child in your mind, you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.

You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together, arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal game. Like everyone of you…

When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you were shocked.

He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for months.

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were dark and bereft the will of life.

“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed aloud.

You got up from the leather sofa in living room and quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a bit of Steve’s bangs above them.

“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors as wide as you could.

“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.

You were observing him for a while, then you sight fell on someone standing in front of the door.

James Bucky Barnes.

Standing there dressed in a large black leather jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.

“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince appeared on his face.

“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”

Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the door behind him making sure they were locked.

“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him to the large living room.

 It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice, warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture. There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions. In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges. There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold. Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.

 “Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely when Bucky sat on the sofa. “Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to him.

 You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove. Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.

“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear, leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me, Y/N.” “I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.

Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp got tighten around your waist.

With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms, pecking his lips.

“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.

He rubbed his chin.

“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.

 You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living room.

“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.

“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee, humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”

You laughed shortly.

“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked at him.

He woke up in the middle of the night.

For a while he was laying motionless on his back, glaring up at ceiling.

Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his black boxers on.

He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.

Bucky stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time they'd hurt him. Every time he hated himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to promise them that he had taken the antidepressants.  And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale tile.  He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital run by Shield. The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut. Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping. He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself. 

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

TENDER LOVE - BUCKY BARNES X READER ONE SHOT

Summary: You happen to be Bucky’s girlfriend. It's your birthday that day and Bucky wants you to feel as special as it's possible, so he shows you his very romantic side, about which you didn't know earlier.

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex and fluff :)

Author: Nad

You came back home earlier than you were planning too, however it was still a late evening.

 “I'm back home, Bucky!” you said loudly, taking off your blue coat and hanging it at hatrack next to the door.

You frowned a bit as you heard nothing but silence. With a loud sigh you took of your high heels and with a bag on your shoulder you stepped into a living room, becoming motionless as soon as you did.

 On the floor there were petals of roses in different shades of pink and red.

On the little dining table few candles has been placed. There also were petals.

The only light in the room was caused by those candles.

A bottle of a red wine, two glasses and plates - everything was placed shipshape.

 You slowly took the bag off of your shoulder and put it on the couch.

Slowly you went deep into the room, looking around as you were trying to figure out what was happening.

 Suddenly, you felt a familiar pair of a strong palms on your shoulders.

Instead of words, you heard a low voice whispering into your ear from behind.

“I hope you like what you see.”

 That sentence hung in the room when you were thinking how to respond.

“I… Bucky.. It's beautiful…” you whispered slowly.

 A rough hand has been placed on your cheek, forcing you to turn your head back.

As soon as you did, you felt a rough lips on your soft ones.

You closed eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the kiss. Your hand found its way to Bucky’s unshaven cheek.

After the kiss he looked deeply into your eyes and smiled at you.

Man offered you his metal arm.

“Shall we?” he asked politely and you gave a nod.

Bucky led you to one of the chairs and he improved it as soon as you took a seat.

“Thank you” you smiled brightly looking as he was taking his own seat.

It was only when you realized he was dressed in your favorite outfit, namely dark jeans and a black satin shirt. His dark hair has been gathered in a little bun.

“You look amazing, Buck” you giggled softly, smiling at him.

“Not as much as you, doll” he smirked happily, unscrewing the bottle of wine.

You both enjoyed a delicious meal your boyfriend had prepared for that dinner.

He also gave you a present. It was a gold necklace and a pair of gold earrings in a shape of roses.

“Oh, Buck, you shouldn't have..” you weren't even trying to hide your astonishment as Bucky helped you to put the necklace on.

His strong hands skilfully buttoned it up on your neck while he leaned down to kiss your cheek and whispered.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You giggled softly, brushing his chin with your fingers.

“I didn't know that my man can be oh so charming” you smirked.

Bucky laughed shortly.

“As you can see, I can still be an enigma to you.”

 You felt like his metal arm has been wrapped around your waist and his second hand has been placed under your knees.

“Buck, what..” but you couldn't end your sentence, because you started to giggle as soon as he picked you up, taking you in his arms.

“Shh” he only murmured softly, walking upstairs with you in his arms. “If you were thinking that was everything, you were wrong” he said openly. “But the second part of my surprise will need your effort also” he kissed your chin.

You bit your lower lip slightly. You good knew, what was about to happen.

 Your common bedroom was embellished with candles and incenses. A sweet scent of vanilla caused that you immediately relaxed.

“Mmm.. You gave your best in that preparations” you kissed his lips.

 He slowly laid you down on the bed and took a place between your legs, kissing your lips very tenderly.

You wanted him. Like never before.

 Bucky gently put hands on your hips, you grinded yourself closer to him. He shock his head and whispered that tonight was about you. Bucky then slowly removed his shirt and then he undressed you from your tight dress. Man stopped and just lay staring at your half naked body, you grabbed his hands off your hips and you moved them further down your body.

He knew exactly what you wanted, so Bucky put hand down your lacy underwear, he slowly rubbed his hand against her and he grinned as he could feel that you were already moist.

You then pulled yourself more of him, you put hands down his boxers.

“Not tonight, doll” he let off a little laugh as he reminded you that it was about you tonight.

He kissed his way around your breasts, slowly removing your bra and let his tongue circulate your nipples. He could tell by your small groans this was exactly what you have wanted.

He kissed his way down your body, then he came to your hips, Bucky kissed each one and removed your sexy underwear.

Bucky gently kissed the top of your clit and let the tip of his tongue to tease you. He smirked as he gently let the tip of his tongue slipped inside you. Bucky worked his way around, good knowing what you wanted.

Your groans grew louder and longer.

“Exactly like that, don't stop..” you purred softly, gripping the sheets.

After a few minutes he stopped and used his metal fingers, so he could then kiss your nipples too.

You were running your hands through his dark hair.

“Oh my God…” you moaned quietly, biting your lips.

Bucky took off his jeans and boxers and he started to kiss your

neck and as slowly as he could, Bucky entered himself inside you.

First, he moved slowly, letting you to adjust to his size. And then he started to thrust faster.

“God, I love you, Y/N” he mumbled in a pleasure.

He carried on until you started to scream his name.

“Buck! I’m gonna cum!” you screamed, digging your nails in his muscular back.

He stopped instantly.

“Bucky…” you almost begged but he only smiled, pulling his penis out of your pussy.

Brunette rolled at side and you eagerly got on top of him. You arched your back so he could slowly put himself back inside you.

You rested your hands on his broad chest and he held you from your back. Bucky slowly moved hands to your ass, gently squeezing it and it was when you started to go faster and harder.

“Hey, easy, doll, slow down” he purred, watching your sweaty body. He moved his metal hand to grab your boobs.

“I can't, Buck! I wanna cum!” you threw your head back, going even faster, bucking your hips back and forth. So he let you to carry on.

Bucky squeezed your ass for one last time and you screamed you came. As soon as he felt your hot cum around his cock, he exploded his load in you.

“Fuck!” you screamed and then you simply fell on him, gasping for air.

He wrapped arms around your waist and kissed your sweaty forehead.

“That was amazing, doll” Bucky left a little hickey on your neck.

It was the best sex you both ever had.

My little treasure || Part I

Teaser

WORD COUNT: 1261

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Cass

Bucky was washing plates after dinner when He heard doorbell. He wiped his hands and walked to door. In open door Bucky saw young boy. It was Grant.

He literally was a mini version of Steve.

He was Just a short blue eyed boy with short blond hair, He was really skinny, just like Steve before serum. He was holding his strap from bag tight in his hands Bucky liked this boy, He wasn’t so bad but He really wasn’t happy to see him. “Morning Mr. Barnes… Is Andrea home? I want her to go on a walk with me.” Grant asked softly, trying to look over Bucky’s shoulder, looking for Andrea

Bucky raised an eyebrow Now He really didn’t liked it. “Yeah… Sure… She is in her room… I will call her. Come in and wait in living room.” Boy nodded and slowly went to living room. Grant knew Bucky very well, He was his father’s best friend but Bucky still was scary. Big guy with metal arm. Bucky walked to stairs “Andrea! Someone’s here to met with you.” He yelled and returned to kitchen.

Andrea slowly walked downstairs and blinked looking at Grant  “Grant!” She yelled happily and ran to him quickly. Grant smiled and hugged her tight “Hey, I heard you are sick… what happen? Are you okay… I’m worried now.”

Andrea smiled “Don’t everything is fine… I mean… Nightmares… they are back…. And… I’m scared.” She said sadly and nuzzled to him.

Grant sighed and hugged her really tight and stroked her back “Everything will be fine… Maybe we should go on a walk? It will be good for you.” He said and looked at her.

Andrea nodded softly and looked at him “Daddy?! Can I go on a walk?

Bucky looked out from kitchen and nodded looking at Andrea “Sure sweetheart.” He said and looked at Grant frowning. Andrea walked to Bucky and kissed his cheek “Thanks dad.” She said and then grabbed Grant’s hand and pulled him behind herself.

In park, Andrea sat on grass and sighed softly looking at the sky “You know… sometime… I wish I could be normal…” She said quietly and looked at Grant. He sat next to her “Andrea… you are normal.” Andrea smile and looked at her metal hand “Look at it… metal hand, who normal have hand like this? I’m a freak… I feel like… the worst one..” Grant blinked “Hey… and how I should feel? Look at me.” He smiled at her “I’m Sickly, skinny, weak and My father is Captain America! The guy that is as big as your dad, I look like my dad on his old photos… For me you are just unique, you aren’t weird, scary or anything… just unique.” He said and took her metal hand in his.

Andrea smiled and hugged to him “Thank you.” “You are welcome, now let’s go home, it’s getting late.” Grant said and got up, Andrea followed him slowly. During their way home They me group of girls that were always bullying Andrea.

“Hey There weirdo! Oooh! Look girls! one freak found another one. Is he your boyfriend Freak?!” Leader of group asked looking at Grant. Andrea quickly hide her hand and looked down scared “I asked you something freak!” Girl yelled at Andrea “Hey! Leve her alone!” Grant growled.

Girl smiled “Oooohh… look He is a hero now. Come on girls, let’s show him how it ends when you protect a freak with metal hand.” Girl said and She and her friends attacked. Andrea tried help him but girls without problem pushed her away.

After few minutes girls laughed “Let’s go girls… they got their lesson. Better don’t try tell anyone.” Leader of group said to Andrea and they all left.

Andrea quickly ran to Grant  “Oh my god Grant…” She said quietly and took his face in her hands “Oh my god… you look terrible… let’s go… We will help you in home.” Andrea helped Grant got up and took him home.

Bucky looked at them “What the Fu…. Heck happened to him?” He asked when Andrea helped Grant sat on couch “Just… just help him dad… please…” Andrea said and quickly went to find first aid kit. She brought it to her father.

Bucky sighed and started take care of every scratch. Bucky sighed sadly, it was like past. Well, it wasn’t Steve… but Grant looked just like his father especially now. After few Bucky looked at Grant “Okay…. I did as much as I could.” Bucky got up from couch and walked to Andrea.

“Thank you, Mr Barnes… but you really didn’t had to.” Grant said and slowly got up.

Bucky smiled and ruffled Andrea’s hair “Let’s take your hero home, I’m sure his dad and mom are worried.”

Grant sighed sadly and nodded slowly “You are right Sir.”

Bucky took both kids to car and took them to Steve home.

It was small white house, Steve was sitting on porch, waiting at his son to return home because it was getting late.

Woman walked to him and rubbed his shoulder. It was his wife. Beautiful, blue eyed young woman with short blond hair “He is with Andrea… I’m sure Bucky will bring him home.” She said softly to Steve

“Martha… I don’t care. You good know what I think about her… Maybe Bucky isn’t Winter soldier anymore… but She can be. We don’t know what they…” Steve stopped talk when he heard Bucky’s car.

He quickly got up form chair and went to. He froze when he saw Grant “What the hell Barnes! What you little monster did to him?!” He yelled. Bucky frowned and looked at Steve, hiding Andrea behind himself.

“Dad… Don’t. She did nothing.” Grant said.

“I don’t care… I good know you gonna protect your ‘Friend’. Go home now, Martha… take care of him.” He growled and looked at his wife.

Grant quickly went to his mother “Mom… it’s not her fault… The girls… I was protecting her.” Grant said. Woman nodded “I’m sure you were… let’s go home…” She said and took boy inside.

“I hope you are proud of your girl Barnes.” Steve said frowning

“She did nothing…” Bucky muttered looking at Steve.

“Oh really… look at Grand… You saw what happened? Maybe she is lying to you and Grant protect… this… little child of Hydra.” Steve said pointing toward girl.

Bucky frowned and grabbed Steve’s hand “Don’t you dare…. Call her that.” Bucky growled.

“Or what…. She gonna hurt me with this little metal hand?” Then Steve could feel how cold metal hit him right into stomach. Steve fell onto his knees holding his stomach tight.

“Not her metal hand… but my, Rogers.” Bucky said “You think you are better? You changed a lot… and not in good meaning.” Man picked up girl and sighed “I know that She didn’t did anything bad… She is my girls.” Bucky smiled and looked at Steve over his shoulder “If for you she is still a child of Hydra… than I’m still The Winter Soldier for you. Till the end of the line…” Bucky laughed “I think our line ends here, pal.”

Bucky sat girl on her seat in car and then took driver seat and drove away.

Steve growled when he got up “Fucker…” He muttered and went back inside.

After few minutes Andrea looked at Bucky form the back seat

“Dad…” She asked quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Bucky asked and looked at his daughter in the mirror.

“Who Am I…?” Andrea looked at him in the mirror.

LET THE WATER WASH A SHAME || BUCKY X READER ONE SHOT

Summary: Reader is Bucky’s girlfriend, who is still too shy to do some certain things with him. Bucky decides to help her find a hardihood.

Word Count: 1053

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Author: Beast 

Two months.

You were HIS girlfriend since two months. You were enjoying every day you were able to spend with him.

Being Bucky’s girlfriend wasn’t a simple thing to deal with.

You always were recognized, you always had to be classy.

Bucky has put you on a display, he was always proud to have such a beautiful woman by his side.

 Of course, your common relationship quickly got very intimate.

But you couldn’t get rid of the strange feeling, that you’re not too experienced as Bucky was, that thought was always somewhere in the back of your head.

Bucky was trying so many times to make you feel comfortable and he almost succeed, however you still were too shy to free your desires.

 That day, Bucky came back really late.

He was tired and exhausted after mission and as soon as he gave you a lovingly kiss, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Do you want me to make you a tea, tiger?!” you asked loudly, stepping out of the kitchen.

“Later!” he yelled back.

You heard he was circulating between bathroom and bedroom, gathering his stuff.

After a while the tea was ready, so you took it to the bedroom and you set a mug on the night table.

“Is my doll glad I’m back at home?” a deep voice asked.

Looking up, your face reddened slightly as you saw Bucky only in tight boxers, eying his toned arms and broad chest. Even if it wasn’t the first time you saw him like this, you always got the butterflies going crazy in the pit of your stomach. You snapped back into reality as Bucky walked towards you, his arms went around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I was about to jump in the shower, care to join me?” he asked, his voice deeper if even possible. Bucky’s blue eyes had a hint of mischief and lust, suddenly your tiredness melts away.

“I’d love to” you murmured, unconsciously biting your lower lip.

Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned your jeans skirt, letting it fall to your feet. You stripped off your shirt and he unclasped your bra as you pulled down his boxers. He took your hand and pulled you behind him, straight to the bathroom.

Both of you has stepped into the shower, the water was nice and warm, immediately making goose bumps appeared onto your naked bodies.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back as the warm water surrounded the both of you. Although with the hot temperature of the shower, you can’t help but shiver as you feel Bucky’s hot breath over your neck.

The dark haired man suddenly started to kiss your neck, even nipping at your skin. Humming in pleasure, you turned around, wrapping your arms around brunette’s neck, reaching up to kiss his delicious lips. Bucky’s hands went to your butt, squeezing it slightly as you squeak in a surprise. Smirking, Bucky lifted you up, putting your legs around his waist and backing you up onto the wall of the shower. He kissed you greedily, his tongue teasing the inside of your mouth, as he runs his hands up and down your thighs. Bucky pulled away, immediately his lips went to your neck, sucking and leaving small hickeys. You whimpered feeling your boyfriend’s tongue lick your collarbones, which only made him lick you harder.

He then gave an attention to your boobs, licking and sucking on one as he played and messaged the other. Moaning loudly at the pleasure, you felt something hard brushed against your ass. Smirking slightly, Bucky put your legs down, putting his hard cock in between your legs, teasing your entrance and clit. You gasped as he let out a breathy moan, his eyes met yours as he slowly entered into your wet heat. He started out slowly, savoring the feeling, but he then picked up the pace, pounding into you.

“SHIT!” you screamed, digging your nails into his back as he hit your g-spot. Throwing your head back, your back arched slightly, your breathing was uneven, panting along with Bucky. He gripped onto your hips as he thrusted into you, you whimpered as Barnes roughly kissed your lips, his teeth biting into your lower lip. He thrusted hard and fast, making you both moan each other’s names. Suddenly he slipped out of your pussy, letting out a loud groan.

“How much I love your sweet tight pussy, baby girl..” Bucky looked at you with a lustful glance.

With barely any pause he lifted you with incredible strength and pressed you against the glass. Bucky thrusted his hard dick into your pussy. You cried out, sensitive from the work he just did on you. Man gripped on your softens as he pulled back your wet hair.

He kissed your arms, neck, nibbled your earlobe while he was awaiting for your body to accommodate his member. Bucky once again reached for the shelf and you grab my strawberries and cream body wash.

Bucky slid his metal hand down to your pussy to massage your clit as he pumped in and out of you.

“Yes… God, so tight…” he closed his blue eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

He pressed you even harder against the glass and began to grind against you, pumping deeper into your pussy.

“Unleash your desires, doll..” Bucky whispered directly into your ear.

Barnes moved his hands to your hips to gain better leverage and you moved your hand to your swollen clit. Within minutes you were thrown once again over the edge, crying out his name as you did.

Your walls tightened against his large cock. Bucky again kissed your neck as the two of you came together, his milky cum dripped out of your pussy. Panting and gasping for air, Bucky gave you a breathless kiss, before pulling out slowly.

“Bucky… God… I love you so much, tiger..” you said, your eyes were half-lidded and tired. Brunette smirked, kissing your forehead.

“I do love you too, doll. Now let’s get washed up” he said, grabbing your strawberry scented shower gel.

“I… I did…” you whispered.

“I know. You unleashed it finally” he smiled to you and then he gave you a kiss.

 That night you both slept peacefully, snuggling to each other.

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that. He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has built up between him and Steve.

Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.” “Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation. He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily? Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it, Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly, wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting the table in front of him with his metal fist.

Evening had long since fallen, the chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his supervisors down. Steve had to kill a director of some organization named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first moment. With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next second. It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the room, putting his knife back into his pocket. He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his apartment, which Hydra has rented for him. The barking of a dog jarred him from his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold, scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable hands. 

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps, ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline. The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only time would tell..

Click. The sound of the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every person within a two block radius. I need to escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building. The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive. The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and “He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him, shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it, his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap, not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive. Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs, which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice. The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood, which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock, and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it, gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom. 

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint, lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it, and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected, but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.