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Their Light | Bucky x reader x Jason

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader X Jason Todd WC: 1,294 CW: Fluff, kinda angsty, slight talks of anxiety, no use of Y/N, Poly relationship Authors Note: I had this idea the other day and I loved it but I couldn't find anything on this. I never wrote a fic before so this is my first one so im sorry if you hate it

Summary: Just you loving Bucky and Jason

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“Buckyyyy.." Bucky couldn't help but smile a little at hearing you whine.

"Yes doll?" Bucky said, looking up at you.

"What time did Jay say he was coming home?" You asked with a slight pout. Bucky chuckled and smiled softly at your pouting and at the mention of Jason.

When Bucky came back to himself, when he could finally be done being The Winter Soldier, he felt that he was unworthy of love from anyone so he pushed the idea away. Then reluctantly became a member of The earth's mightiest heroes.

Then Bucky made a choice to leave the Avenger to leave New York for Gotham to retire and finally just be James Buchanan Barnes he didn't think that he'd fall for anyone. He wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone.

After everything he did, all the people he hurt, people he killed, the lives he forever altered he thought love would never be in the cards for a guy like him, so it wasn't in the plan to fall for anyone. Especially someone who was a vigilante.

A person who helped keep the citizens of Gotham safe. He didn't think he'd fall for someone let alone Jason, let alone The Red Hood. But he did.

He got lucky with not only finding someone as loving and caring as you but also someone like Jason.

Jason and Bucky understood one another better than he thought two people could ever understand each other. They could walk hand in hand through the darkness in a way no one ever could for either of them, they both had done things that they've grown to regret, things that made them hate themselves, that have made them feel undeserving of love from anyone, undeserving of anyone caring for them.

But then they found each other, then they found you.

You brought them out of the dark, you were a light, their light. You help remind them that there's more to them than the darkness that they carry, that they deserved light despite everything that happened, everything that they had done or whatever they went through.

"He didn't say doll. He should be back any minute, he's usually done around this time." Bucky said while grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze to try and help reassure you.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment, to lessen the anxiety and the stress you felt. You knew Jason would be home soon. You knew that. You only asked to get some kind of reassurance.

Jason had been a vigilante for years, he knew what he was doing, but accidents happen. Accidents have happened to Jason. But that was before you and Bucky.

The three of you didn't know each other before Jason died you never knew Jason as the trouble making kid that tried to steal tires off the Batmobile in Crime Alley. The kid that got taken away from Bruce, Dick and Alfred too soon. You both got there after. After Red Hood first came (or came back) to Gotham after the fighting, the pushing and pulling between The Batman and Red Hood.

You open your eyes when you hear the window in the kitchen that leads to the fire escape open. You get up from where you and Bucky were sitting in the living room to walk to the kitchen to see someone crawling through the window. That person was your other boyfriend, the infamous Jason Peter Todd. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face when you see him in the kitchen still in his gear from his patrol.

You always felt better when both of your boys were home, where you knew they were safe.

Jason takes off his helmet and looks at you with a smile as you walk up to him to wrap yourself around him. He holds you, his arms wrapped around your back while your arms are around his back, while your head goes on his chest.

"Hi sweets." Jason says softly after kissing the top of your head.

He knows how anxious you can get when he's on patrol so he always gives you a second when he gets back to help reassure you that he's really there. That he's home, he's safe. It only takes a few more seconds before you feel another large body pressed into your back, its Bucky, now you're squished between two of your favorite people.

You treasure moments like this.

While Bucky and Jason greet each other and talk, you sit there and just soak up the moment. You can hear them talk but nothing is really registering to you at the moment. After a little while Bucky pulls away and then Jason grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him.

"I'm gonna go shower, alright sweets?" Jason said with a small smile then kisses your head softly as you give a small nod and then he goes off to your shared bedroom.

"Are you okay doll?" Bucky asks after a second.

"Yeah I'm fine, just you know my anxiety can get the best of me sometimes." You say with a small shrug, bucky looks at you with a small smile and wraps his arms around you.

"It's okay I know your mind can get the best of you sometimes but he's safe and he's home okay?" you nod and just lean into bucky for a minute.

"Let's get dinner warmed up doll." Bucky says after a few minutes and you nod at him with a smile.

You and Bucky start to warm up the pasta and chicken that was made earlier. You like eating with all three of you together as much as possible so on nights when you knew Jason or Bucky wouldn't be home till kinda late you'd make dinner so that it can be warmer up later so all of you could eat together.

It was important to you to spend that time together, that was one of the things both men loved about you how you always valued the small moments.

After a few minutes of you and Bucky warming up food, laughing and talking, Jason comes out with black sweats on and towel draped over his wet hair.

He smiles at the sight of you and Bucky just laughing and smiling at each other, it's one of his favorite things to see. The two people he loves more than anything being happy and in love.

Jason walks up behind Bucky and wraps his arms around him and then smiles at you, Bucky smiles and looks over his shoulder at Jason and gives him a kiss after a few seconds they pull away and smile at each other. You can't help but let the sight warm your heart. Jason pulled away from Bucky to walk towards you and put his hands on the counter you were leaning on trapping you between the counter and him, he smiles down at you and gives you a kiss that shamelessly shakes you to your core.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you smile at him and he looks at you with those green eyes that you love so much, those eyes that make you melt in an instant.

"Dinner smells good sweets, Thanks for waiting for me, both of you." Jason says and at the end of his sentence he looks over his shoulder at Bucky while Bucky looks at you both with a smile on his face.

"We'll always wait for you Jay." You say hugging Jason while Bucky walks behind him to hug both of you sandwiching Jason in between you and Bucky.

"Always.” Bucky says without hesitation kissing Jason's head

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Hi surfers of the Bucky x reader or Bucky x y/n tags. I know this is not a fic but I wanted to ask that if any of you are interested in a Bucky x oc fanfic, I am currently in the process of writing one, so please check it out. It's linked in my masterlist, the name is Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together. There's a synopsis of the story and small snippets I've written that you can read that are also in my masterlist.

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Hi surfers of the Bucky x reader or Bucky x y/n tags. I know this is not a fic but I wanted to ask that if any of you are interested in a Bucky x oc fanfic, I am currently in the process of writing one, so please check it out. It's linked in my masterlist, the name is Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together. There's a synopsis of the story and small snippets I've written that you can read that are also in my masterlist.

(Also please don't get mad at me because I am using this tag to promote a oc fic. The reason I'm doing this is so I can get some more attention to my fic by talking directly to you. That's why I'm using these tags.)

I hope you check it out and enjoy the chapters that are currently out!

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It's been one year since I started writing my story and I've just started posting, please check my story out!

Hi surfers of the Bucky x reader or Bucky x y/n tags. I know this is not a fic but I wanted to ask that if any of you are interested in a Bucky x oc fanfic, I am currently in the process of writing one, so please check it out. It's linked in my masterlist, the name is Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together. There's a synopsis of the story and small snippets I've written that you can read that are also in my masterlist.

(Also please don't get mad at me because I am using this tag to promote a oc fic. The reason I'm doing this is so I can get some more attention to my fic by talking directly to you. That's why I'm using these tags.)

I hope you check it out and enjoy the chapters that are currently out!

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Hi surfers of the Bucky x reader or Bucky x y/n tags. I know this is not a fic but I wanted to ask that if any of you are interested in a Bucky x oc fanfic, I am currently in the process of writing one, so please check it out. It's linked in my masterlist, the name is Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together. There's a synopsis of the story and small snippets I've written that you can read that are also in my masterlist.

(Also please don't get mad at me because I am using this tag to promote a oc fic. The reason I'm doing this is so I can get some more attention to my fic by talking directly to you. That's why I'm using these tags.)

I hope you check it out and enjoy the chapters that are currently out!

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if only

pairing: bucky x black!reader

word count: 661

summary: y/n watches bucky fall in love with natasha.

warning: angst

part 2: happy for you

a/n: all of my one shots have been sad lately i am so sorry, i promise fluff is coming soon :) and also reader and nat do not have any friendship problems.

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watching someone you love falling in love with someone else hurts, and experiencing that first hand was never easy.

i walked into the kitchen after waking up and grabbed a bottle of water, i opened it up and guzzled it down feeling the coolness spread through my body.

as i was drinking my water nat came in wearing bucky’s red henley, she smiles at me before sitting down. i feel a pang in my chest seeing her in his red henley, i tried to shake it off but i was still hurt.

bucky and i had been or were bestfriends for a while, we were at one point in time inseparable. when natasha came back from wherever she was, bucky caught feelings and left me in the dust.

after a while they started dating and he came to me about everything, from gifts to how to ask her to be his girlfriend.

i did my best to hide how hurt i was but soon enough tony caught on, them steve, then sam, then vision, until eventually everyone but nat and buck found out.

after a while everyone but bucky was in the kitchen talking, i drank my water in silence listening in on conversations. as i was finishing my water bucky walked in and kissed nat on her cheek, before sitting next to me.

i didn’t feel like sitting and listening to their conversation about whatever so i got up and left without a word. i walked into my room and shut the door behind me before locking it, i asked friday to turn on soundproof mode so no one could hear me.

i slid down my door and let out a loud sob, i felt hot tears steam down my face as i sobbed. i sobbed for hours until i felt fatigue hit me in waves.

i got up and unlocked my door before walking to my bed, i close my eyes and soon enough i fall into a dreamless sleep.

when i wake up it’s around ten, i get out of bed and walk into the living room to see everyone watching a movie. i walk over to the couch and sit next to wanda, i lay my head on her shoulder and she lays her head on top of mine.

as we’re watching the notebook bucky and natasha come out of the elevator with smiles on their faces, it takes everything in me to get up and walk into my room.

i walk into the kitchen and walk right back out as i see natasha and bucky kissing each other, as i walk into the living room everyone can see the hurt look on my face. i walk over to the couch and sit back down next to wanda, and she frowns.

“what are you guys watching” bucky asks walking into the living room with natasha clinging onto him.

“the notebook” peter answers, his eyes still focused on the tv.

of course they join in and of course they sit next to me, if it wasn’t for steve mouthing ‘stay’ i would have left.

at the end of the movie i’m crying into wanda’s shoulder and she was rubbing my back “i hate this movie” i say through tears making everyone laugh.

hearing bucky’s laugh made me cry ever harder “alright i’m calling it a night” i mumble as i get up but i feel his hand wrap around my wrist “come on stay” he pleads and i notice everyone looking at me. i try to hold my tears back but i just cry more.

“i’m sorry but i can’t” i say and he removed my hand from his grasp, i quickly walked out of the living room into my room.

i shut the door behind me and once again sobbed, not even bothering to ask friday to turn on soundproof mode.

i figured it was time to move on but it wasn’t as easy as you thought.

if only it was.

happy for you

pairing: bucky x black!reader

word count: 370

summary: after being gone for two years, you come back to find a little surprise.

warnings: none

a/n: i know natasha cannot have kids but let’s just say she can here.

part 1: if only

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it has been two years since i had last been in that tower, steve had sent me on a long mission which required me to live a different life.

i was excited to come back and see everyone. no one but steve knew where i was and i had contact with absolutely no one but steve.

i walked into the tower with my suitcases and look around the tower, it looks the same as when i left.

i heard talking coming from the kitchen, i walk towards the kitchen quietly and stood in the doorway quietly.

i cleared my throat and everyone looked towards me, i swear tony’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me.

peter got out of his seat and ran over to me, hugging me. after peter everyone piled in to make a a big group hug. eventually everyone pulls away from the hug and bombards you with questions.

as i’m talking with everyone i hear tiny giggles and a goofy roar come into the kitchen, i look up and see bucky holding a child in his arms.

i notice the little girl cock her head as she looks at me. her eyes are blue and her hair is reddish-brown, the perfect mixture of her parents.

i smile at her and she smiles back holding out her arms to me, bucky puts her down and she waddles over to me. i pick her up and sit her in my lap, her hands immediately go to hair playing with the curls.

“we’ll give you two a moment alone” steve says guiding everyone out of the kitchen, leaving bucky and i alone.

“so how is it, married life” i ask and he sits down next to me,

“it’s great” he admits and i smile.

“you finally got it, the family you wanted” i look at him and he nods.

“yeah, i’m a full time family man” he jokes and i laugh

“what’s her name” i ask looking at the little girl.

“sarah rebecca barnes” he says and i smile before looking at him.

“its beautiful” he smiles at my response.

“i’m happy finally, it feels nice” he says and i smile

“i’m happy for you”

when did this happen?

pairing: bucky x black!reader, sam x reader (platonic), sarah x reader (platonic)

word count: 461

summary: you and sam have a conversation about buckys type but you and bucky have a little surprise that he doesn’t know about.

warnings: none

a/n: this takes place a year after where captain america and the winter soldier ended, and ofc

“y/n you can not tell me after two years in wakanda that bucky doesn’t want him some chocolate” sam says and i giggle.

“we’ll never know” i say and he groans.

“come on y/n that man was like uncooked chicken when he went to wakanda and now he’s like a chicken that’s just came off the grill you know what i’m saying” he says and i laugh.

“you’re never going to let this go are you” i ask and he shakes his head

“no because i know that man wants him some chocolate ” he says and i laugh.

“there is no way you stay in wakanda for two years surrounded by all of these beautiful women and not like chocolate” he says throwing his hand up in the air.

“he was in the mountains with a goat sam, i don’t think he did much mingling” i say and he rolls his eyes.

“sarah help me out here” he asks sarah and she gives him a look.

“sam i’m not doing this with you” she said and laughed

“bucky may like black women but we’ll never know unless he says something about it” i say and he nods.

1 week later

i was in the kitchen making breakfast with sarah when bucky came into the kitchen with sam, bucky walked over to me and gave me a quick peck before sitting on the counter.

i look over and see sarah smile before looking at sam, i look at sam and see his jaw hanging open.

“WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN” he asks waving his hand between bucky and i.

“a year ago after the cookout” i answer and he puts his hands up as he shouts in victory.

“so i was right” he says with a smirk and bucky looks at me confused.

“right about what” bucky asks

“about how you liked chocolate” sam says and bucky looks even more confused and sam sighs “we were talking about how you like black women” he said and bucky nods understanding now.

“it was more sam trying to convince me on something i already knew” i say and sam rolls his eyes“he also called you an uncooked chicken” i say and sam gives me a look.

“really y/n” sam groans and i giggle.

“before you became cap you were literally called ‘the falcon’” bucky says making sarah and i laugh.

“but it’s way cooler than a chicken alright” sam defends and bucky rolls his eyes

“ok sam” bucky says obviously over the situation.

sam and bucky start arguing about god knows what. i look at sarah and she looks at me and we both laugh.

“how do we deal with this every month” sarah asks and i laugh

“i have absolutely no clue”

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“Are you an angel?”

He says it all woozy and completely deadpan, totally at ease - a natural flirt - like waking up in a hospital with a neck brace on and your motorcycle presumably totaled in some back alley was just another thing on a Tuesday’s schedule to tick off.

Who knows; maybe it was for this guy.

pairing: biker bucky x nurse!reader

summary: bucky barnes is a magnet for danger, bad karma, and pretty woman - not necessarily in that order. a motorcycle crash lands him in reader’s ER, and it looks like he might have just found himself a new game of high-stakes chase.

synopsis: part one of - hopefully - a new series, content warnings for minor medical procedures, i.e., injections and such. biker bucky is always a classic, and i wanted to write it, so i did.

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Sleepless nights

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Weeks of not being able to get off leave you restless and without sleep, and after hearing your troubles through the thin walls, your roommate, Bucky, decides to help you out.

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - (+18) Smut, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet-names, dirty talk, friends to lovers, fluff.

A/n - Well. Let's just say I did not expect to write over 4k words of pure smut, but I'm not mad about it.

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Hours. It had been fucking hours of you tossing and turning and there was still no sign of sleep coming anytime soon.

Your eyelids were heavy but your mind was running a mile a minute, refusing you the simple release of rest.

It wasn’t just tonight that you lay awake half the night, for about a week now you’ve been running only on caffeine, barely sleeping at all and you were starting to lose hope that you’ll ever get a decent nights sleep again.

You could give a decent guess to why you couldn’t sleep.

Bucky had only moved in three months ago, but living with somebody else in a tiny apartment with very thin walls proved to be more difficult that you had expected.

You hadn’t been able to get off in weeks, and it was the most sexually frustrated you’ve ever been in your life.

There was a rule you made for yourself when he first moved in.

Never masturbate with Bucky home.

It was a simple rule, one fairly easy to follow. Your walls were thin and Bucky’s enhanced hearing was something you were very aware of. But your resolve was cracking.

You need it.

You’re fucking desperate.

You groaned quietly into your pillow, opening your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room. There’s no point in trying anymore. You’re never gonna sleep again.

Your bed was too warm, your pillow too flat, everything uncomfortable for no apparent reason and it was driving you insane.

You adjusted your position again, lying on your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You can’t do this anymore.

The thought of finally feeling that release was enough to make you clench your thighs together, images and scenarios filling your desperate and horny brain as you let your eyes fall shut.

You thought about feeling the weight of someone above you, kissing your lips, slipping their tongue inside before lowering their mouth to your neck, marking you, then lower, teeth catching on your nipple before soothing the sting with their tongue, lower, lips against the soft skin of your stomach, lower, brushing against your navel, lower.

You thought about his lips on your clit as a teasing kiss as he looks up at you with a smirk when you moan, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of your bedroom.

You ripped your eyes open, your gaze shooting to the wall to the left of your bed.

The image of him between your legs stayed vivid in your mind.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d imagined sleeping with Bucky, but it was the most vivid daydream you’d ever had about him.

He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, of course you’d grow to have feelings for him, he was sweet, charming, caring, and too goddamn smooth for his own good.

It was agony sometimes, the way he’d flirt so shamelessly with you when you were sexually frustrated beyond reasoning, it led to a rather dangerous dynamic between you, both teasing the tension more and more until someone finally did something about it, but you were certainly just as stubborn as Bucky, and there’s no way you'd admit to your feelings first.

Your hand was resting on your stomach your body begging you to slide it down further, to feel the mess you’d already made of your underwear.

He’d most certainly hear you if you weren’t careful, but you couldn’t wait any longer, your clit was throbbing with need, your eyes falling closed again as your hand inched lower and lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and then into your panties to press two fingers against your clit, gasping at how sensitive you were before quickly snapping your mouth shut, taking a moment to listen for any noises from Bucky’s room and then making gentle circles with your fingers when you felt the coast was clear.

Your head sunk into the pillow, your hips lifting to grind against your hand as the tension in your body started to melt away, your teeth pulling harder at your bottom lip in attempt to keep any noises at bay, but when you started to speed up your fingers, a quite whine slipped out and you were to invested in your own pleasure to notice.

Bucky did though, he noticed everything, heard every damn squeak your mattress would make every time you shifted in bed, heard the quiet noise often playing through your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through social media, he could practically hear you think, so he most certainly heard the soft, whiny moan that made his cock twitch in his boxers.

He knew you weren’t getting much sleep recently, he knew that because he wasn’t either. It’s not like he blamed you, Bucky had his own problems, chronic insomnia being one of them, but knowing that you were also awake all night, tossing and turning just as he was, for some reason made it worse.

The noise wasn’t the problem, he’s had over 70 years to get used to his enhanced abilities, hearing the thump of someone’s heart in their chest was normal to him, the constant noise was more normal, more natural to him now, than the expected quiet he'd hear without the serum.

He liked that he could hear your heartbeat, he liked that he could hear your gentle humming as you showered, he liked hearing you laugh at whatever you were looking at on your phone, so loud and so clear through the thin wall that he could almost imagine that you were laying beside him, giggling at something he had said.

But god he fucking loved hearing the moans kissing his ears right now.

It felt wrong, it felt dirty, but you were making the most beautiful noises, and Bucky couldn’t help but imagine you laying in bed, your hand between your thighs, touching yourself like you needed, your pretty lips parted and eyes closed- no, eyes open, watching him as you let him hear you, let him watch you.

Bucky hissed and cursed quietly when he squeezed his dick through the fabric of his boxers, a soft groan escaping him when you moaned again.

This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but how could he not.

He tried desperately to justify himself when he shifted in his bed, moving closer to the wall to his right to hear you better, his hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his cock, but the guilt and shame of it made him quickly come back to his senses and he ripped his hand away, sitting up in his bed and resting his head back against his headboard, closing his eyes.

“Bucky.”

He jumped forward, a sharp intake of air catching in his throat at the sound of you saying his name. At first he thought he had been caught, and the guilt worsened, but another moan followed and suddenly he was breathless.

“Fuck Bucky, please.”

He groaned again, his cock so hard that he could feel precum weeping from the tip, making a small damp patch in his boxers.

It took everything in him not to get up and burst into your room, the knowledge that you were thinking about him as you touched yourself was driving him insane, fucking feral.

His fists were clenched in his lap as he breathed through his nose, pushing away the urge to touch himself as he told himself that he could wait it out without being too much of a creep.

He didn’t have any headphones yet, that was still on his list of things to invest in, so he couldn’t exactly stop himself from listening. Not that he wanted to at all, but for your sake.

He waited, listening to your heavy breathing that was steadily speeding up, your quiet moans getting slightly louder as you drew closer and closer to release.

Bucky's cock was throbbing, begging for him to touch himself along with you.

Both of you were on the edge of your seats, waiting for you to climax, waiting for the release, but as you got closer, the tension in your core depleted, and you lost your rhythm, letting out an upset, frustrated cry when you couldn’t cum.

Bucky froze, listening to the muffled, annoyed groan you let out into your pillow, a whispered, “fuck.” escaping your lips.

It was silent for a moment.

Bucky could hear the loud beating of his own heart in his ears, but not a sound from you, not until he heard the quietest sob and he was standing in an instant, his previous lust discarded as he ripped open one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He could hear your cries getting louder as he left his own room and walked to yours, his forehead falling to the cool surface of your bedroom door as he gathered enough courage to knock.

You froze when you heard the gentle knock on your door, startling you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

Did Bucky hear you? Was he at your door to tell you to shut up so he could get some sleep?

Your face heated with embarrassment and you sniffled and cleared your throat, calling out a small, “yeah?”

Bucky swallowed down his nerves, and cleared his own throat, “I heard you crying. Just wanted to check on you, make sure that you’re okay.”

You rubbed your hand across your forehead, there’s no way he didn’t hear you moaning the way that you were only minutes ago if he managed to hear your frustrated crying into your pillow, however, the worry in his voice made your heart swell despite the awkward circumstance.

“I’m okay Buck, just- just tired.” You replied and Bucky sighed, his eyebrows furrowed.

“D’you want me to come in? Could give you a hug if you want one?” He offered.

You bit your lip as you considered his offer, Bucky did give really good hugs, and you most certainly needed one right now.

It was probably a bad idea, and given the fact that you were just masturbating to thoughts of him certainly didn't make it any better, but you found yourself answering before your brain could catch up with your mouth. “Yeah.”

Bucky smiled to himself, reaching for your door handle and letting himself in, tutting gently at the sight of you sat in the middle of your bed with your knees tucked up to your chest, tear tracks drawing lines down your cheeks as you sniffed.

“What's the matter, honey?” He walked to the edge of your bed, his eyes soft when you reached your arms out for him, wanting that hug he had promised.

He sat on your bed and pulled you to him, his metal arm cradling your back as his flesh hand rested on your hair, holding you close to him as you tucked your face into his chest.

He laughed when you grumbled something into his shirt, “What was that, doll?”

You took a deep breath and moved your head to the side, your arms slipping around Bucky’s waist to squeeze him back, making warmth spread across his chest.

There’s no point in pretending what just happened didn’t happen, so you decided to just say it, “You heard me didn’t you?”

Bucky’s hand that was stroking your back stuttered in its movement, and you immediately knew the answer to that question.

“Uhh... heard what?”

You groaned in embarrassment and Bucky blushed, “I appreciate you trying to not make this awkward, but we both know that you definitely heard me.”

Bucky didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say, he felt disgusted with himself.

“I’m so sorry, I obviously thought I was being a lot quieter than I actually was. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You pressed your face into his shirt again and Bucky’s arms tightened around you.

“Hey, you got no reason to apologise, you live here, you have every right to do whatever you need to do whenever you want. I’m the one who needs to apologise, listening in on you like some fuckin’ creep, I’m so sorry Y/n.” He frowned into your hair, the self-loathing was practically rolling off him in waves.

“Bucky, you did nothing wrong, what could you have done? It’s not like you could’ve turned your hearing off or anything.”

He went quiet again, his frown deepening at your words. If only you had known the thoughts that were running through his mind as he listened to you, the way he imagined how you would feel squeezing his fingers, or his cock, how you’d taste.

“You don’t understand, Y/n I-“ He trailed off, unsure on how to word his confession, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he couldn’t sit there and lie as he held you in his arms. You pulled back slightly, just enough so that you could look at him, and you took in the guilty look in his eyes as the blush deepened on your cheeks, connecting the dots yourself.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry as you imagined Bucky touching himself to the sound of your moans, it made your heart thump harder in your chest and he most certainly heard it.

“I didn’t come in here to embarrass you or anything, and I definitely didn’t come in here to try to start something, I just couldn’t sit there knowing that you were crying in here by yourself. I can leave if you’d like. I should probably leave.”

You quickly shook your head, holding him tighter to stop him, “No, stay. I’m not upset Buck, I still think you have no reason to feel bad.”

Bucky pulled a face, his confusion obvious, his dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted and you pulled away from him to switch on the lamp on your bedside table, smiling when you could finally see his features better in the soft, dim light.

“But I- the things I was thinking, doll. Had no right to creep on you like that, I even-“ He stopped himself again and you bit your lip, sitting on your knees in front of him.

“Did you touch yourself?” You asked quietly, watching Bucky’s adams apple bob as he swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips like he so often did.

He nodded and you squeezed your thighs together.

"But I stopped myself. It was wrong.”

Bucky watched you chew on your lip and the sight made him breathless, the previous excitement from earlier making a quick return.

“So you didn’t cum?“ You almost whispered it, your face inching closer to his and he shook his head, “Neither did I.”

You didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but you weren’t about to question it when Bucky was staring intensely at you like you were a goddess to be worshipped.

His hand slid to your waist, squeezing slightly and urging you to move forward, onto his lap.

"You never told me why you were crying." He reminded, gently running his hands up your bare thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

The two of you had never been so close before, so close to crossing the lines you've both been longing to cross since you'd met, and after a three month long game of cat and mouse, you were finally ready to bite the bullet.

"I needed to get off so bad, it's been so long Bucky and I needed it, but I just couldn't." You didn't care how whiney you sounded, all you cared about was feeling Bucky's erection straining against his sweatpants between you.

“You want some help, kitten?” He asked, his voice rough in the early hour of the morning, his eyes gleaming with hunger, just like the image of him that your mind had made earlier.

You nodded and glided your hands into his hair. Your face so close to his.

“Want me to make you cum, sweetheart? Make you feel good?” You kept nodding his words sending shivers down your spine, eyes falling shut as you grinded your hips against his, earning a hoarse groan from Bucky.

“Please,” You begged, raking your nails through his hair as he hummed, letting himself relish in the sensation before he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and stood, walking to the end of your bed and laying you down before crawling on top of you.

“Of course, honey.” He whispered gently, and then his lips were on yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined, sweeter than you’d ever dreamed. His tongue was like silk as it slid against your bottom lip, teasing you before slipping into your mouth, exploring in a way that wasn’t too much, just enough to leave you wanting more.

You moaned into his mouth, pulling gently on the hair at the nape of his neck and he responded by nipping at your lip, making you gasp.

“I heard you say my name. Were you thinking about me? While you touched yourself?“ He spoke in between kisses, moving to the spot just below your ear and leaving open mouthed kisses there to give you the opportunity to respond.

You could barely form the words, so focused on how Bucky’s body felt pressed against your own but he nibbled on the lobe of your ear to get your attention.

You nodded, holding his head to your neck to tell him to keep doing whatever he was doing when he traced his tongue below your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I always think about you.” You replied breathlessly and he moaned into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Fuck.” His left hand shifted to your waist, slipping under the hem of your t-shirt and slowly easing it's way onto your skin, you gasped and clenched your stomach when the cold metal met your skin, Bucky almost pulled away, but you arched your back, pressing yourself against his hand, "I always think about you too."

The confession sent you dizzy, along with Bucky's touches as he carressed your soft skin, slowly returning his lips to yours when he felt that your neck was appropriately marked up for him. His hand moved higher and higher, until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast and you arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

"Please, buck-" You gasped against his mouth and he pulled back to get a good look at you, his fingers drawing teasing patterns around your nipple.

Your eyes were half-lidded, lips all pretty and swollen from his kisses as you writhed under him, fucking desperate to be touched.

He swore the sight was enough to send him delirious.

"Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that." His voice was sweeter than the nickname he'd given you, the pretty words whispered into your ear and all you could do was moan back at him.

"I want-" You paused, you wanted everything, you wanted all of him, all at once, wanted him inside of you, but you thought back to the way you had imagined him pleasuring you earlier, and suddenly you wanted to feel that soft, hot mouth of his in between your legs.

Bucky took in how gone you were, pushing your hips up to grind against his, you needed the release so bad.

"Want to know what I want?" He offered and you nodded instantly, your legs wrapping around his hips to push him down onto you, grinding against him.

"Fuck- wanna taste that pretty cunt of yours, wanna eat you till you can't form a fucking thought, doll." He rolled his hips as he spoke to you, feeling how soaked you were through your shorts, "You want that, honey? Want me to clean up that mess you're making between those pretty thighs?"

You nodded breathlessly, drunk on the feeling of Bucky's hand roaming your skin, you needed more.

You tugged at his shirt, making Bucky chuckle when you struggled to get it off him, he sat back on his knees and reached behind his back to grip the soft material, pulling it over his head and tossing it away, revealing to you his beautifully ripped torso.

It was hard not to gape up at him like he was carved by the gods, because he was, and Bucky almost blushed at your unabashed staring.

He loomed over you with those broad shoulders, silver dog tags hanging from his neck, hunger in his eyes. Of course, you noticed the scars, hundreds upon hundreds of them, scarred tissue that had been broken and left to heal without care, decades of anguish and pain and torture, written deep into his skin, carved into his left shoulder, where skin met metal.

You reached forward, your hand caressing his chest with a barely-there touch, brushing over his dog tags, tracing lightly on a pink scar that stretched across his right collarbone, and settling over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your finger tips.

"Beautiful." You breathed and watched as Bucky's lips parted in surprise, it wasn't often he'd receive pretty words in response to the ugliness that was his scars. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and pull it between his teeth before he let go and breathed a short laugh, head shaking as he leaned over you.

"That's my line." He lifted your shirt ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to your sternum, his eyes darting up to meet yours as his lips touched your skin, "Can I take this off, sweetheart?"

You let your fingers glide along his back, nodding before lifting your arms to let Bucky guide the shirt over your head.

You didn't feel self conscious to be exposed to him, you didn't really get the chance to before Bucky was groaning out a soft 'fuck' and his mouth was already wrapped around your left nipple.

Immediately, you were a mess again, moaning out in pleasure as Bucky's hot tongue laved over your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pulling away and blowing cool air onto your heated skin.

He then swapped sides, paying his attention to your right nipple and sending shockwaves down your spine when he used his metal fingers to twist and tweak at the left.

"Fuck, Bucky please-" You groaned, lifting your hips off the mattress, needing to soothe the ache between your legs, he hummed against your skin.

"What is it, honey? You getting all desperate for me huh? I can practically feel you throbbing, sweetheart."

God, this man and his mouth.

He smirked when you didn't respond and lifted his head from your chest, kissing your lips and dipping his tongue into your mouth for a moment before pulling away and kissing your throat.

You shivered as he travelled lower and lower, another kiss to you nipple, lower, a slower, sweeter kiss to your stomach, lower, just below your navel, lower.

He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, licking his lips and meeting your eye, "Off?"

"Please."

He smiled at you and nodded, pulling them from your body without hesitation, taking your ruined panties with them. Then he parted your legs.

"Fuck." His lips parted, completely breathless as he stared down at you layed out before him, "God, Y/n- So fucking pretty, never seen anythin' so fucking pretty."

You were soaked, your cunt glistening and throbbing, and all for him.

Bucky felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

He laid on the bed, between your legs, staring at your pussy with half lidded eyes, and just as you thought he was about to finally touch you were you needed it, he turned his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.

You whined out in protest, wiggling your hips and glaring at him when he smirked at you, moving to the other thigh and nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.

Your eyebrows were pulled tightly together, your hands gripping at the bedsheets. The anticipation was fucking killing you.

"Bucky- shit- just-" You were cut off by a throaty moan when Bucky suddenly moved forward and licked a long stripe through your folds.

Your legs practically wrapped around his head, your hands gripping his hair as he circled his tongue around your clit, teasing you in the most delicious way before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Bucky groaned against your cunt when you pulled his hair, the vibration sending a jolt through your stomach.

His hands then squeezed your thighs as he moved his head lower, tongue-fucking you and moaning at the taste.

"Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." He moaned against you, before burying his face impossibly closer, his nose nudging your clit.

You were a mess, pulling harder on his hair as every swipe of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy through your veins.

His right hand drifted from your thigh, caressing up the inside of your leg and reaching your cunt, Bucky pulled away to watch you.

He parted your folds with his fingers, gently rubbing your clit with the soft pad of his thumb long enough to have you writhing beneath him. You watched as he bit his lip, his eyes gleaming as his hand travelled lower, his index finger sliding inside of you, feeling you clench around him as he fingered you slowly, adding a second finger shortly after.

"God, you're fucking soaked." He murmured, and then his mouth was back on you, sucking on your clit with his fingers pumping inside of you.

It was heaven.

You could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening and you wrapped your legs tighter around his head, pushing his face against you as you rocked your hips below him, urging him to add more pressure.

You'd always imagined he'd be good at this, but the orgasms you'd achieved at the hand of the wet dreams you've had about your roommate paled in comparison to the earth-shattering orgasm that tore through you when Bucky rubbed your clit in tight circles with his pointed tongue and curled his fingers inside you at the same time.

Black dots filled your vision, your heart thumping in your ears as Bucky rode you through the orgasm, his tongue replacing his hand at your entrance, lapping at your soaked entrance, only stopping when you hissed at the oversensitivity.

It was only as you came down, returning to your body and mind, that you realised you were holding onto Bucky for dear life, your hands fisted in his hair and your legs wrapped around his head, ankles crossed at his back.

"Sorry," You breathed, releasing him and softly raking your nails across his scalp, making him smile and shiver when they reached the nape of his neck.

"Never apologise for anything like that, doll. That was fucking amazing." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and then another one to your hip as he crawled his way back up your body, finally kissing your lips again.

You blushed when you tasted yourself on his lips. He chuckled and kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours.

He then pulled back and kissed your nose, taking note of the tired smile on your face.

He was practically throbbing with need, but you were exhausted, so he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and took a deep breath.

"C'mon, kitten. Time for bed." He whispered, kissing in-between your eyebrows when you furrowed them and standing from the bed, walking to the side and lifting you into his arms.

"But Bucky-" You started as he knelt on the bed and laid you down on the sheet.

"No buts. You're exhausted and you need to rest."

You tried to protest, but your eyes just grew heavier as you sunk into your mattress. Bucky slid into the bed beside you after taking off his sweatpants, leaving him just in his boxers, and you felt the perfect warmth of his body wrapped around yours from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close.

It has been weeks since you'd gotten a proper nights sleep.

"What about you?" You whispered sleepily, very aware of his erection pressed against your ass, Bucky laughed, his hot breath fanning against your shoulder.

He tucked your body closer to him and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, "What about me?"

"I didn't get to touch you." You were half asleep already, your tired voice way too cute for the vulgarity of your words, "Wanted to make you cum. Wanted you to fuck me."

"Oh honey, we have all the time in the world for that, gonna make you cum more times than you can count, but I need you rested."

You moaned at the thought, pushing your ass back against him, smiling when he groaned, "Promise?"

"Promise."

Quiet

Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader

A/N: as always, gentle reminder that English is not my first language :P Feedback is very well appreciated! I have a second part planned for this one :) -C

Word count: 1.2k

You’re shy. It’s not a secret. You have a hard time handling social settings and you really only speak when it’s absolutely necessary.

When you were in the field, physically fighting was your last resort. You were a witch, like Wanda, so you stuck to using your powers as much as you could, staying in your comfort zone.

The team was really sweet about it. They never pressured you to speak and they never pushed you to say or do anything you didn’t want to. You mostly kept to yourself, especially during the first 6 months as part of the team.

One day, you decided that maybe you should socialize a little more, that these people were trustworthy and they cared about you. You came out of your room and you remembered Steve’s words, “we have movie nights every Saturday, you’re always welcome to join us”

All eyes were on you as you walked into the living room and you hated it “hey, Y/n!” Tony said welcomingly and the others waved or said hi too.

“Hi” you heard Bucky say, looking up at you from the couch, smiling.

You smiled back, your face beet read, and sat next to him.

—

Bucky loved when you talked to him.

The first time you spoke to him, it had been a month since you sat down with the team to watch a movie. It was the morning and as always, Bucky was the first to be awake, having a cup of coffee by the counter.

“Good morning, Y/n” he said to you as you walked in, not expecting you to say it back, but saying it anyways to make sure you knew you were always welcome to be where he was. He noticed your puffy eyes and messy hair, she’s so cute in the mornings, Bucky thought, well she’s always cute.

“Good morning, Bucky” you said quietly before grabbing a cup of joe of your own and retreating back to your room.

Bucky couldn’t move. He thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the whole world. It was just as smooth and sweet as honey, and he thought that if you asked him to walk through fire, he would. He would do anything you asked with that sweet voice of yours and he would do it without a second thought.

The second time you spoke to him, it was during dinner. You were all seated at the table and the team chatted and bickered with each other, while you stayed quiet as always.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away from his conversation with Sam and sneezed into the inside of his elbow.

“Bless you,” you said sweetly before you could realize it.

The entire table went silent and you were sure you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on you and you blushed, you we’re clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t used to all the attention.

“Thank you, Doll” Bucky said, smiling at you.

You nodded and quickly looked back to your plate. Bucky noticed how uncomfortable you looked and cleared his throat, urging the rest to go back to their conversations.

The third time, was Bucky’s favorite so far.

He was sipping his coffee while F.R.I.D.A.Y played his playlist. When Y/n walked into the kitchen, the sun was still rising “Good morning, Bucky” she said sheepishly when she noticed him.

“Mornin’ Doll” he smiled ear to ear, and it made your heart leap in your chest. You liked it when he called you that.

You recognized the song that was playing and Bucky watched as your expression turned into one of melancholy and nostalgia, your eyes glimmered like the stars.

“I like that song” you said unexpectedly and Bucky nearly fell out of his chair.

“Yeah?” Bucky said, his heart beating rapidly. Every time he got to hear your voice felt like a miracle.

You nodded, smiling and looking at the floor “my mom used to sing it to me before bed” you sang along quietly as your favorite part came along.

“While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me”

Bucky almost melted at the sound of you. He thought you would’ve given angels a run for their money. He was completely infatuated by you and everything about you. She’s like a fairy, Bucky thought in disbelief. How could someone be so wonderful?

“You have a beautiful voice, darling” he couldn’t help calling you pet names. He was head over heels for you and he could count the sentences you had said to him in one hand.

Your eyes widened, butterflies soaring in your stomach at the sound of the pet name “I- thank you. Bye, Bucky” you were clearly flustered.

Bucky watched you leave with a ridiculous smile on his face. God. She’s adorable.

From that day on, you gave Bucky little snippets of yourself, and he felt comfortable asking you questions, knowing you would answer. He cherishes the tiny conversations stupidly close to his heart and he has every one of your phrases tattooed onto his memory

“I like the caramel creamer. It reminds me of fall”

“I have a slight obsession with Notting Hill”

“I love that song”

“What was Brooklyn like in the 40s?”

“Bless you, Bucky”

“Thank you, Bucky”

“Good morning, Bucky”

“Goodnight, Bucky”

Bucky thinks he could listen to you talk about absolutely anything for hours on end.

The team definitely noticed that you only ever spoke to Bucky, and they all talked about how cute the two of you were, Sam teasing Bucky occasionally, just enough to make him blush but never making fun of you. They were all glad you had someone you felt comfortable talking to.

—

Even though you were perfectly comfortable with talking to Bucky, you still hated being the center of attention and you were easily overwhelmed in large groups of people. Baby steps, sweetheart, Bucky had told you.

On one Sunday morning, you entered the kitchen and the entire team was sitting at the counter having breakfast, while Bucky sipped on his coffee from the other side of the counter, leaning against the table top next to the coffee pot.

You weren’t expecting this many people. Your eyes widened and you stopped in your tracks “Good morning, everyone” you said meekly. Everyone greeted you back, smiling.

“Mornin’” said Bucky to you, sweetly.

You walked over to him sheepishly and reached for his hand. He held your right hand while you poured your coffee with your left hand. When you turned around all eyes were on you and your hand linked to Bucky’s. It made you sweat, you didn’t know what to do, so you just left.

“Can you guys be fuckin’ normal?” Bucky snapped

“What?” Tony asked defensively

“Every time she walks into the room you go quiet and stare at her like she’s some kind of animal” Bucky was frustrated “Just stop it, okay? Don’t stop your conversation when she comes in. And certainly do not stare at her! can you not see how uncomfortable it makes her?” He complained

“Oh my god.” Sam said.

“What?” Bucky replied.

“You’re in love with her” Sam said in disbelief.

Part 2

Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

…

Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”

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You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 1:

“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.

“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.

“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.

“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”

“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.

“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”

“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”

“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.

“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.

“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.

“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.

“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.

“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.

“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.

“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her

“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.

I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.

“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face

“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.

“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.

“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.

“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs

“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.

“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words

“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.

“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”

“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.

“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”

“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.

“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”

“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.

“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.

After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.

“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”

“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”

“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.

I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.

A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.

I hope y’all enjoy.

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Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 2:

“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.

“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.

“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”

“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.

“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.

“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.

“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”

“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”

“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.

“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.

“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.

“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?

“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.

“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.

“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”

“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”

We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.

“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?

“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.

“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.

“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.

“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.

“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.

“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.

“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”

“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.

“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.

“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder

“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?

“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave

“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”

“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.

“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”

I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.

“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.

“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.

“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?

“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.

“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.

“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.

“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.

“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.

“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”

“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.

A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️

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Description

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 3:

When the light came into focus I started to feel the headache.Sitting didn’t help much, my bones were weak and I felt like my whole insides wanted to come out that second. I pull myself from the bed and stop in my tracks. “Where the hell am I?” The balcony curtains were now open and I could see the whole city. The room was an accent of greys and whites.

“Miss L/N”

“Oh Shit” Freaking forget that Tony has a lot of money that he has his own kind of siri in his home.

“I apologize for scaring you, I just wanted to let you know that you spent the night at the tower”

“Thank you” I place on the slips beside the bed.

“Would you like me to announce you are awake to Mr Stark?”

“No, but thank you. Can you tell me where Natasha is?” I don’t have any memories of last night and the only one I am willing to talk to after I know I had too many drinks last night is Nat. But she might not remember what happened herself last night.

“She is actually with Mr. Stark in the conference room with some other visitors”

“Thank you, Jarvis” I let out a breath before heading out. I got to the elevator and went to the kitchen knowing the conference room was on the same floor. I walk out and lazily pass by the kitchen but am stopped when I hear a voice.

“Woah, aren’t you supposed to be in your room?” I stop in my track not turning around to see who was talking

“I don’t live here so technically its not my room and secondly do I need someones permission to leave it” I felt stupid staring at the way to the conference room so I turn around only to see the guy that took Steve away from our table drinking something.

“Don’t get defensive with me?” He starts to walk closer but I keep my stance “I am just saying after what happened yesterday you might want to go back and get more rest” Although his words could be used to concern his tone of voice and his expression told me he was being a smartass about this. Wait, what did he say? “Oh, you don’t remember?”

“What happened last night?” I stare at him waiting for an answer but he is just there, standing calmly sipping on his drink “Ugh” I huffed away walking straight into the conference room, not caring who Nat or Tony were busy dealing with. “What happend last night” They all turn towards me and I notice Matt and Foggy are also in the room.

“Y/N you need some rest” Matt stands up but before he could take a step I turn to Tony and asks the question again

“Yesterday night we were attacked. I thought it was an attempt towards me but it wasn’t” Up in the big screen there were survillience camera of the attack. I saw myself laying on the floor after the explosion. Steve comes over and pickes me up and I see a trail of blood following out the door. “Y/N why didn’t you tell us about what was really happeing with your case?” I could barely focus on his words. I reach my hand up to feel a bandage around my head. That explains the headache.

“First it was just a note, who would have thought they would do something as bad as a bomb” Matt says sitting back down. My mind was in a haze. I didn’t know what to do. There was a threat to my life and now I had put my friends in danger. I know most of them fight things worse than a bomb but also most of them are human. No matter how tough and bigger things they have survived, if that bomb would have exploded next to one of them they would have been made into pieces.

“Y/N go back to your room, I will have Bruce come by to check on your injury” I didn’t question him. Nat offered to accompany me but I told her I was okay. I needed to leave and figure this out. I get back into the room and change back into my clothes, not really practical to try to avoid people in this tower but it was all I had. I grab my stuff and open the door and walk towards the stairs.

“Where are you going princess?” I got pull back by the arm and up a couple steps before pushing him away.

“Nothing that concerns you” I turn to walk again but he stands in my way.

“It sure does concern me since Stark got me to look out for you since last night”

“So you're his guard dog? Can’t say you don’t look intimidating but a dog this tough don’t usually bite” and there it is again, that hand around my arm stopping me from walking down more flight of stairs

“Say what you want but you are going back into that room and staying there until Bruce checks you out”

“And then what? Stay in that room until I root and die?” He moved closer and bent down to my height

“They only told me to make sure you stayed in your room aswell as to not let anyone else but who he tells me into your room. Trust me I don’t like babysitting uptight princesses but I owe Stark and well work for him so if he tells me I have to put up with someone as stubborn and a know-it-all as you, then I will do my job” His words disgusted me.

“You don’t know anything about me” Now it was my turn to move a little closer “You have no right to judge me without knowing how I actually am!” I pull my arm away from his grip. “So let me do you a favor because I feel so kind. Let me go and if Tony blames you I will take all the blame” With that and a smile I turn around but god damn him “Put me down” I start hitting his back but he does budge.

“I am doing you a favor by not knocking you out right now”

“You would hit a woman? What a gentleman!” Still screaming and hitting him he continues uo the steps

“Calling yourself a woman is stepping on the line, I would say more like a needy cat who needs discipline but even that a cat would know whos in charge”

“How dare you call me an animal! You are barbaric, Does this make you feel like you are in charge? Because you have no direction towards life-” I shut myself up. No matter what words you want to call him or identify his insecurities I can’t. I remember what Nat has told me. He is battling through somethings and I am not the one to make a person feel worse atleast not if I can help it. I know he was in the military and that alone can leave you messed up. I don’t know the extent of his trauma but I don’t want to be on the wrong side of that metal arm. Tin Man. I hear the door open and he set me inside right in the entrance of the room.

“Finally understood?” I could see the smirk on his face so I decided to play along with it, just for a little fun.

“Yes” A smile now plastered on my face. My hands now in his chest movin slowly upwards. If I don’t control myself I will lose what I am doing. Feeling his hard chest and the fabric of his red henley shirt is enought to get me started. Focus. “Thank you for being so strong,” I contine, now my hands are on his collar playing with the corners. “Brave” I pulled him towards me looking straight into his eyes. Those blue steel eyes. Shit. “And a brainless Tin Man” And with that I move back, shutting the door in his face. I almost gave in. fuck. It's been so long since I have felt this way.well no nevermind. Any pretty face can catch my attention so I give it a couple days before it goes away. Right?

“Miss L/N, Mr Stark and Mr Banner are on their way up to see you” I thank Jarvis and lay back down on the bed. I know my health is first and Tony might just be trying to help but he needs to also relize that I have work to do. I can deal with my problems myself

“Knock knocks were in!” I open my eyes to see Tony strutting towards me while Bruce trails behind him.

“You are actually supposed to knock on the door and wait until the person on the other side invites you in. Hi Bruce” I smile at him sitting up knowing he is going to take out the bandage around my head.

“Well yeah but this is Stark tower, Jarvis is my knock, he told you we were on the way” He smiles like he always does, with no care.

“Yeah, well it's just polite. What if I was naked?”

“Then we would enjoy the view. Right?” He turns to Bruce who only shakes his head. “Right?” I thought he was asking me but when I move my eyes from Bruce to Tony I relieze he is asking Tin man. “Well anyways I am here to talk to you” he sits on the end of the bed out of the way of Bruce who is cleaning my wound. “You are no prisoner, I just want to help”

“And I am grateful but if I needed some help I would gladly admit to it but I don’t” His face lets his smile go.

“Seems like you do. If you were at home last night and something like a bomb happened there you would be dead” I know he is right but I just can’t punish them with my problems “The only thing I am trying to do is help. Stay here until we figure out who sent out to kill you and your client. We can figure this out together, don’t make me enforce your stay” The last part although it sounded demanding he placed his hand on my knee rubbing it calmly. But of course I hate being forced to do anything

“Tony, you are a great friend but I don’t need your help. I don’t need you to protect me and I especially don’t need a guard dog following me everywhere” I didn’t look at Tin man. I know it bothered him, or maybe not who cares.

“And as a friend please stay here atleast until we secure your home better and your injury is better. Plus you need my help”

“What happened?”

“The head chief heard what happened and he has excluded you from anything that has to do with the case. I, on the other hand, offered my help and he agreed.”

“That is a low blow Stark. But you know being kicked out of something is not good enough to keep me out”

“No. But Y/N, you need to relieaze there is more than just a petty murder hell it's more than just a bomb. Whoever killed Miller and whoever put a target in your head is something else. Stop being so stubborn and just accept my help.” If he is right and they kicked me out then I would have no way to get any information needed. Atleast it would be a lot harder if I tried on my own.

“Okay”

“Finally you don’t fight this”

“Don’t forget I have the power to destroy you Stark, no physically but financially so remember that the next time you call me stubborn or send one of your guard dogs without my knowledge”

“Who Bucky? Who he does bite” I can’t help but smile as I look back at Tin man. What a sad thing, if it wasn’t because of his attitude I might have been nice to him. Because other than his looks, like his body and those eyes, he provokes much anger in me

A/N: i am going to take a couple days to continue writing this story. I usually don’t post until I am finish but I was really excited about this one I could wait but now I realize it’s better if I do. Thank you ❤️

PS. It’s so hard not to use one of these beautiful gif or the gorgeous man. ahhh.

📚MY LIBRARY 📚

DEAR READER

Includes:

Sierra Six

Bucky Barnes

Jon Snow

Kayce Dutton

Javier Pena

SIERRA SIX

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

MAYBE Series/ Bucky

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

BLACK AND BLOOD/ Jon

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

A/N

HELPLESS/ Kayce Dutton

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Inserts

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14: Part 1

Chapter 15: Part 2

Chapter 16: Part 3

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

GHOST/ Javier Pena

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Not Part Of The Story

Family

Dimitri Belikov

Shadow

Porcelain Skin

-----Maybe----

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 5:

“26 year-old Jessica Chaply. She was found dead in an alley. The three men were taken in as suspects, but no action was taken forward because it was a simple girl in an alley” I take a look at the pictures and see what Tony means. She was a girl trying to work and do her best, can’t judge anybody.

“What did we figure out anything about her tie in all of this?” I move papers around but see nothing.

“Her biological father is the one and only Dr. Monday” Top surgeon of NYP Hospital. “Now we don’t think he is directly linked with the murders but I will bet you my whole money that he is paying for all of it.” On the big screen there are newspapers where he was kidnapped then released a couple days later. “We know he wasn’t in his daughter's life but that doesn’t stop the old man from caring about his kid.” Only kid.

“So what do we think? Doctor got kidnapped and those people threten to kill his daughter if he didn’t support them financially?”

“Bingo. Atleast that is a string to follow. I have an appointment with said doctor and will offer my own protection since now his daughter is dead I am guess he will want to cut all ties and be free of there hands”

“Be careful Tony. He might seem like the deer in all of this but he might just turn out to be the one behind the gun” With the sly smirk and wink he walks out.

“I wouldn’t send him alone,” Pepper remarks as she gathers up her stuff. One thing about Pepper is she is never wrong. She is the older sister with the right head in everything. I turn over to Natasha who nods and follows behind Tony. “Lunch will be served in 30 minutes” She smiles at Steve, Bucky and I.

“Thanks Pepper” I get up following behind her on my way to find Wanda. Bingo. “What's cooking?” Her little jump made a chuckle come from my lips. Wanda was a warm touch to this place, especially as many people call it, my heart.

“Steak, potatoes, greenbeans, and brossuel sprouts.”  I scrunch my nose at the last greens. “You need to eat your greens” she gives me a stare which I just ignore taking a seat at one of the stools in the island. “I thought I could try something easy tonight.”

“And you decided to go with steak? You know I am not a cook so something easy for me is eggs.” She laughs and places the slices of steak infront of me, next to the other cooked ingredients. Perfection.

“Thank you” I go over and start helping her clean up. “So enlighten me on the last couple of days here” I sigh. We have this thing where she knows I hate talking about my feelings and things that have happened to me. So she said I could press rewind to my memories and it would be like a transfer of date to hers. “ I hope everything gets cleared up. Not only for Mr. Miller but for the young girl and all the victims around all of this” I only nod in agreement. I grab the sponge and soap and begin to wash the pots and pans.  “Oh honey don’t. I can do that is 2 seconds”

“No. It's fine. It's therapeutic to me.” it wasn’t a lie. Also I felt bad being here for almost 2 whole days and having everything done for me without helping out around here.

“Talking about therapy” Shit I know where she was going with this. “I don’t get into your mind because I trust you and I know its inversion of privacy but, you told me your were going every week!”

“I was until 2 weeks ago. You know” I flop my hands to the side. “ I promise after I don’t have a target on my head I will go back daily, I promise” She smiles and continues cleaning. She knows I never break my promise and you can take my word for that because I never make promises.

“So you got Bucky’s mandatory therapy session cancelled” I nod giving her a quiet ‘yep’ “You like Bucky?” I focus on my breathing as soon as I notice myself stop everything I was doing. She couldn’t know this. I mean I do like him but its not like its anything else other than physical. I barely know this guy.

“He is cute. But that's it”

“Is it?” oh god.. I avoid her gaze not knowing what to say. She laughs a little as she takes her attention to Jarvis. “Can you tell everyone Lunch is ready?” Jarvis announces to everyone as we take the plates to the dining room. “I think Bucky and you would have a lot to talk about, but only if you stop being mean to him” with that she left me with my mouth wide open. I didn’t do anything. Yes I mess around with him but at the end it's just a game no gets hurt from. I didn’t relize the whole team except Nat and Tony were already sitting down until Steve spoke.

“Are you joining us or are you only going to stand there?” I roll my eyes taking a seat next to him. There is no time to focus on whatever Bucky is. I have no time for that. I have to figure out Miller, and after that I will go back home and back to my normal routine. Wake up. Go into the office. Fight some cases. Maybe do some research if need be. Hang out with Matt, Foggy, and Karen then go back home and do it all over again. Wake up, office, cases, research, friends, sleep. I was going to begin eating until I feel buzzing in my pocket. I excuse myself and I go to the other room to answer the phone.

“Miss. Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon, I am Trisha Collins.” I remember her name. “I am the social worker assign to Lydia Millers case”

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well I know it has been a hard couple of days but as you know you are one of Lydias caretakers.” Yeah. Mr. Miller didn’t have any family near. We worked weeks together and before he was sent into custody he asked me if I would take care of Lydia while I figured out a way to take him out. So for a week or so I was her guardian.  The little one year old was coming to the office and going home with me for those couple of days. “Being so young I don’t want to put her in a foster home or a foster parent when she knows who you are. That is until Mr. Miller's parents come to pick her up.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. Of course I don’t want the little girl to go to some strangers. She doesn’t know it but she lost her father and for now she has no one. If I take her in I would be putting her in danger, but what if I don’t do anything and those people find a way to put her in danger. I already fell attached to her so what if I don’t want to give her up? I am not ready to take care of a baby long term. I don’t know how old the grandparents are or even if they are capable of taking her in and raising her. What is-

“What if that little girl is what you need right now?” my heart almost jumped out my chest. Why is she even reading my mind?

“I saw you were disturbed by something. You need to go get the little girl, you know your heart wouldn’t handle letting her spend another night with a stranger” Technically I am a stranger too.

“Send me the address, I will be on my way” I hang up the phone waiting for the message to come through. I need to calm down. I just need to take care of the little girl until her grandparents come and get her. If anything happens it will happen then, right now I need to focus on now. “Don’t tell Bucky” I whisper towards Wanda. I rush down stairs getting into the car and driving away. The location states a foster home office about 25 minutes from the tower. In my mind I am making a list of what I need now. Milk. Diapers. Clothes and blankets?. Toys and maybe a couple of books, right?. My mind was going in different directions and at a pace that was driving me crazy. I park on the side of the street and rush up the stairs. I see a blonde lady with a bright smile on her face.

“You must be Y/N.” I extend my hand for us to shake.

“Mrs. Collins?” She shakes her head laughing

“No. My name is Anna. Trisha had to leave but she told me everything” She motions for me to follow her. We walk into the office and beside the desk is a playpen where you can see little Lydia sleeping. “Thank you for doing this. Her grandparents are an older couple and need to make sure they are safe to fly. It should just be no more than a week.”

“Okay” I grab the diaper bag she handed to me and place it over my shoulder. She moved the car seat next to me about that time I almost dropped her bag and ran.

“I will be waiting outside” With a gentle smile she walks off back to the main entrance where she could still see me through the glass wall. I clean my hands, grabbing the baby and placing her inside. Shit. I don’t know how to put a car seat in a car. Whatever, I can do this. I lift her seat in one hand with her bag on my shoulder and the thing you hook up on the seat on the same arm. I walk out and I kid you not, I almost threw the thing and this guy. I didn’t think her smile could be bigger. She was a shy thing but that didn’t mean her body language was. She was leaning in. Playing with her hair and there he was just enjoying what she had to say. It took 5 minutes before I just rolled my eyes and walked past them.

“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. Go back to talking to Blondie” I tell him, still holding on to the baby seat.

“Don’t be a brat and let me help you” I roll my eyes again opening the door for him to walk out with Lydia. I can feel the tension in the air. I know he wanted to say something. I see him strap in the bottom of the car seat while I place the diaper bag in the passenger seat. Once I move around the car he places Lydia in. I was just about to thank him when he opened his big loud mouth. “Why did you leave without telling anyone?! Something could have happen” oh he makes it too easy. With a smirk on my face I say,

“Wanda knew” I simply shrugged moving towards the drivers door but was turned around and pressed against the car.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He was whispering in my ear. His voice was so soft while both hands around my arms were pinning me to the car. What was happening? I was supposed to be messing around with him, not him messing around with my head. I was starting to feel a sensation and I know I had to stop this. “I can’t protect you if you don’t allow me too” his hands caress down my body until they are wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. I always know what to say but right now its like I ran out of words. His mouth ghost over to my neck just breathing but god damn, I could pass away right now. “You are just a dumb baby, you can’t protect yourself right? You need me to do so” One kiss. I could have fallen in his arms but those few words made me have enough. Who did he think he was? A knight in shining armour? And I am a damsel in distress who needed his protection? With all my strength I push him aside.

“Don’t treat me like a child” With that, I got into the car and began to drive away. “Who did he think he was? Huh. I mean yeah I might be in danger and now that I think about it since you would be around I should have probably brought him along to make sure nothing happens to you” I look through the rearview mirror as she babbles along and kicks her tiny legs. “But that still doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like a child and more to do whatever he was trying to do” I think the whole ride I was speaking to Lydia. While people driving beside me stared at me thinking I was crazy because I was definitely moving my arms like crazy. I know Bucky was following behind at a distance. So when we got to the tower I was thankful Wanda and Steve were outside waiting.

“Can I get her out?” I nod towards Wanda who was so giddy about it. I grab the diaper bag and close the door. Lydia was wide awake and looking around to her surroundings. “Isn’t she cute?” Not really a question for us but we both nod.

“Where’s Bucky?” 

“Hopefully in a ditch” That's when they both stare at me and I give a look at Wanda rewinding what happened about 30 minutes ago.

“Oh god” She whispers, holding Lydia a bit closer like if we had done a sin. Well I guess you can say having a baby inside the car we were against was probably wrong. Well she wouldn’t remember anything but the lady inside would have taken Lydia away if things escalated.

————-Maybe————

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 6:

“I wonder if he wants kids” I have been listening to this for the past hour since we got her. Lydia was like her little doll. Wanda was changing her into different outfits she has knitted in her free time while I just lay in my bed trying to rest my eyes.

“You could always try it out with him”

“I bet he would be a good dad” there it is again. She is used to my sarcasm so she now just ignores my remarks without flinching. She knows I don’t mind, like I know she won’t stop until all her thoughts are said outloud. “With his background he would be the overprotective father who only loves his family. A family man” She is a little right. I think Bucky would be a good dad. He would struggle with things but I only hope that with the love of whoever he finds he will get through it to live a life he deserves.

“How many kids do you want?” That's when my phone begins to ring. I whisper a thank you to Tony.

“We are coming up. Get to the conference room” not another word was said as the phone died on the other end.

“Tony is back. Would you mind taking care of her for a while?”

“No, of course not go” I jumped off the bed making sure Lydia was alright before leaving to the conference room. When I walk in I see pictures already on the big screen. The doctor connected to another man connected to another man and a big warehouse.

“So apparently Doctor Monday was getting blackmailed. Of couse we are not going to rule him out because he might just be pointing fingers. This man is Justice Kidd.” He was a young brunette with dark eyes. “He was the Romeo in his story. Committed sucide after finding out his juliette had died.” Jessica. “His father is the one who has been blackmailing Monday. He also said he would begin to threaten his life if he didn’t continue paying.”

“So you offered him protection and he just began to talk?”

“I didn’t even have to offer him anything. He said he had lost everything and agreed to cooperate with us. Police put him under their protection.”

“ I did some research and that is where they tend to hang out” Nat points at the warehouse. “We will go in and capture the guy and have him confess. See how everything is linked”

“Okay. So when do we start?”

“Y/n, no offense but we don’t want you to come. It's for your protection” Bullshit. Before I could complain Wanda walks in with Lydia.

“They're right. If Kidd knows we know then he will do anything to put an end to this. I bet he had more under his sleeve than a bomb.”

“Wanda is right. You need to stay here and keep you and the baby safe” This is a sight I never thought would happen. Tony playing with a baby. Talking in a baby voice not even towards her but to us. “We will go in there and make sure he talks. Nat. Wanda. Steve and I will go”

“Who is going to stay behind with them?” Steve butts in.

“Well Bruce will be in his lab if anything happens and flash here also” Pietro raises his hand like if we were taking roll call. “But they will be back up because our other super soldier will be just fine.” I didn’t think he believed his own words either. “Oh and Vis” I chuckle at his words seeing Vision pass through the wall.

“Okay. I'll be in the command room if anything happens” Tony nods. I grab Lydia from Wanda. I wonder why Matt or any of the group haven’t contacted me. I open my door only to see Bucky standing on a ladder in the corner of my door. “Now it's a prison. I have a guard outside my door and now a camera” He looks down at me with that stupid grin. If I push one leg of the stairs enough, he wouldn’t get a serious injury right?

“It's attached to a sensor too. I can tell who comes in and out of your room” Thats a psycho move.

“When you’re finished can you bring up some popcorn, milk and those banana treats Sam likes” I open the door passing by him carefully.

“I'm pretty sure after almost 100 years, babies can’t eat popcorn this young” I roll my eyes at him. By this rate my eyes might actually get stuck.

“The popcorn is for me. Thanks” I smile before another door slams on his face. I place Lydia on the carpet while I pick out a movie. I am the worst at picking something. It doesn’t matter if it is a movie, song, color, or basically anything else. I could spend 2 hours trying to decide. “Lydia, what movies would you like?” I grab her, placing her on the bed while scrolling through the options. I have seen all of them. Tangle. Tiana. Snow white. Belle. Wall-E. I like music. Something with a storyline that makes me change my perspective. Maybe one where talking animals don’t exist. Or.

“I brought your popcorn” I can hear the irritation in his voice but I didn’t care. “I only put a little butter because I didn’t know how you liked it” Damn. I grab the popcorn, setting it on the side table where he placed the milk too. I start preparing Lydias bottle. “You have been in here for over 30 minutes and still haven’t picked out a movie?”

“I don’t think it's none of your business but we have a hard time choosing. It has to be a perfect one”

“Don’t blame this on the babe. She is fast asleep” I turn to look at him and see he is right. I didn’t notice she fell asleep in the course of me trying to find a movie. Then my attention falls on Bucky. He moves her so she can be comfortably laying down without the pillow but when he moves his hand from patting her she starts crying. “What do I do?” I almost burst out laughing.

“Keep on patting her tummy. Here” I handed him her bottle which he took. “Carefully place it so she can eat” His eyes were like a deer in the headlights. I groaned. Shit. I climbed into the bed beside Lydia and grabbed Bucky’s hand that was holding the bottle and smoothly placed it so she could eat. “There you go” I grab the remote and try to look for a movie again.

“Can you grab her bottle a bit?, If I am going to do this I want to be comfortable” I look over nodding, replacing my hand with his. The bed moves a little and as I think he is going to take the bottle again he takes the remote. “Before you say anything, I will not be staying here while you flip through movies. I will pick the movie” I roll my eyes once again focusing on the tv. “Heard this was a good one” i hear a well known song as the intro begins and I know what it is. Sound of music. We didn’t speak as the movie continued. My mind was going in and out between the movie and the mission. I finally decided to make my way down to the commands I heard a quiet snore. Bucky fell asleep next to the baby. That means I can go and check on the team without having to wake up Lydia. But first I move over to the nightstand beside Bucky. I grab his phone and turn it off. I can’t have whatever alarm goes off with that sensor.

“Tony what's going on?” It's been almost 2 hours since they started the mission and I haven’t gotten an update yet.

“It took us longer than expected. We underestimated his protection.” I interfere with the computer so I was able to see each of them through the cameras.

“Tony, you need to get them out of there now!” I was seeing the infrared map of the building and multiple factors were moving straight to them and trust me when I say, they aren’t human.

“We can take them, we are so close” I could hear the rackes on the other side. He is a stubborn man.

“Tony if there is a percentage of how close you have gotten you know what it would be right now?”

“Don’t say it!”

“17%. Get them out now!” Who would know this underground bunker would be a maze. There is more to this guy than him being a simple criminal.

“On it” then it goes radio silent. The cameras are broken or went out of signal. I almost wanted to throw the keyboard across the room. My anxiety doesn’t allow me to just go back to Lydia and Bucky and just wait until they get back. I pull out my phone and dail the only number I know would get me the answers I needed.

“Tony said you would call”

“Maria I need to know if he actually went back” I get into the elevator and press the roof button. The phone goes silent and my question is answered. “Send address to the pilot”

“Y/N don’t do anything stupid” I felt like this was once in a lifetime opportunity to respond with, stupid is my middle name.

“Don’t worry. This whole thing should have involved me more than just sitting around while they did everything.” I hear the ding and the helicopter is already going. When I climb in I see Vision sitting in the passenger seat. I didn’t even ask. The pilot takes off and my conversation with Maria is long finished.

“What is the plan Miss Y/L/N?” I hear Vis voice through the headphones.

“I will infiltrate the building as subtly as possible. Try to figure out where the Kidd is and take him in. While you go, find the team and help them as much as possible.” I don’t know what those things were I saw on the screen but we can’t let the work go to waste so fast. If it's taking us this much to capture one guy imagine how hard it's going to be next time we try when he knows we are coming for him. “Put some speed in this thing” the pilot nods. No matter if it was May, the air felt colder as we grew near.

“You are going to have to jump now!” Vis and I jump off. Of course she could fly so I had to use a parachute. We were atleast 5 miles away from the warehouse.

“Vis go!” Vision hesitated for a second before leaving. After getting my degree I had my mind set on working for the Fbi. I got into the program and went into training. Although I was going to go under law with them I took an intetiative to maybe learn something else while being there. I learned combat but perfected it while training with Matt. Operational and firearm trainging and perfected that with the help of Nat and Clint. I never thought of myself as an agent or someone who would fight bad guys for a living, well technically I fight criminals but that's besides the point. I just like to learn things. Like how I am fluent in two languages, Spanish and english. I want to start a third but I don’t know which one yet, but that's something to pick at a later time. I hear chaos from afar arriving next to an unsecure door. Once inside the building I hook up my transmitter, hopefully getting a signal and connecting with the others. The corridors are empty and now I can’t hear any type of noise. “Maria, can you hear me?”

“Barely. Y/N, you need to get out of there. I tried to connect with anyone but I haven’t gotten a response” A cold feeling down my spine was the last thing I needed.

“Maria. I need you to tell me where to go. I need to find myself out of this maze.” I was still walking throught the long corridor. Doors and doors for days. All around me was white and I couldn’t see the end of the hallway.

“Stop. Go back 2 doors down.” I followed her instructions and that led me to some stairs. “Go down the stairs and I only see a big opening. Be careful” I nod like if she could see me but honestly the nerves were killing me because I hadn’t done anything like this before. I was better with my words and getting people to see my way, not going into danger or fighting with my hands. Fuck.

————-Maybe————

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

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Description

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 8:

After that night, well I should say day. After that day things changed. Kidd was going on trial for the murders and you bet your ass I was going to be there fighting for Mr. Miller. I moved back to my apartment and with a little help from Wanda and Karen I organized my schedule with Lydia. It has only been a day and I feel like dying. I moved back in the morning and by lunch time I was back in the office with the team. That afternoon after getting everything situated on things I missed Karen picked up Lydia from Wanda and brought her to stay in the office while we started our case on Kidd. Lydia was typically a good baby but when the attention was all on her or when she was sleeping. I had to leave early so now I am stuck at home with a baby. Nat was okay. A little help from Bruce goes a long way. Tony offered to extend my stay but I explained to him there was no need anymore. “Yes you can have Lydia while I see her” Wanda called me as soon as I got home. Talking my ear off and now she offered herself again to keep an eye out on Lydia so I can go to therapy. I am so thankful for her and Karen but god, it's 7 and it's been a long day and all I want to do is lay down and sleep.

“Great. I will be there at 9 to pick her up. After your appointment can you accompany me to mine?”

“Of course Wanda. Now get some rest”

“But it's just-” I hung up the phone before she could continue talking. “Ready to go to sleep?” I ask an already asleep baby. She skipped her nap thankfully so she was out like a light once I placed her in her playmat. I grabbed her and gently placed her on my bed and created a fort around her. It feels nice spending the night back home. I took a quick shower and went to bed.

In the morning of course Lydia decided to wake me up at 7 in the morning. “You are messing up my schedule, did you know that?” She responded with a cry. “Okay, okay. Let's get you some food.” a quick change and on our way to the kitchen we go. “I don’t have a chair for you” Can’t have her on her playmat, she might learn how to crawl and it's not safe for a baby here. “Guess you are going to be my suchef” I place a 2 slice of bread in the toaster while holding her bottle with my shoulder so I could use my only available arm to make my breakfast. A strawberry toast will be enough for this morning.

“Hey-” I am grateful my friends have a second sense. “That baby on your hip looks out of order” I roll my eyes at Matt. I kind of hope now the knife I threw at him wouldn’t have missed.

“Shut up. You scared me. Here” I extend Lydia to him and push her into his arms. “Let me wash her bottle so I can get ready” With the scare I dropped her bottle. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you” I know by his look that there was more to his story but I didn’t have time for it right now. I hand him the bottle and as he begins feeding Lydia I start on my toast. “Haven’t seen you in days other than yesterday, just wanted to check in.”

“Well everything seems to be back to normal, other than the baby of course.” She is such a good baby. Ugh.

“What's wrong?” I shake my head ignoring him as I walk into my room. I go into my room to get ready. Once I am done I pack up Lydias diaper bag and grab her some clothes so I can change her into some more appropriate summer clothing. By that time the clock hit 8:40. “I should get going. Someone has to do all the work in the office”

“Tony invited me over for lunch. I will be in this afternoon so show you I can do all the work you did in a week in just an hour” With a laugh he walks out the door just in time for Wanda to show up.

“Is the little girl ready?” Before I could get her up and hand her over to Wanda she dropped all her things to pick her up. “Aww where did you get this dress?” It was an all white with white flower detailing dress.

“Long story. It's a keepsake.”

“Umm. Ok” I don’t know if she just didn’t want to ask or if she just wanted to get back to Lydia but usually she would persist until I tell her.

“She already downed her first milk. I will be back around 10:30. So if you just want to give her a snack in the span of that”

“Got it” I chuckle, grabbing my things and saying my goodbyes. Took my 15 minutes to be at her office door knocking.

“Goodmorning Y/N please take a seat” I feel like a little kid waiting to be told wrong everytime I am on this couch. “How are you?” I hate this conversation starters

“Good. Can we get through this please?”

“Very well” she opens her notepad and prepares her pen. “I hear the latest on your case” fuck.

“Yes. Bad guy tried to kill me just like he killed innocent people. In the middle of all that I got the guardianship of Mr. Miller's baby, that is until her grandparents come and picked her up. Bad guy is in jail. The end”

“Are you doing okay with all of that?”

“Yes. Bad guy in jail so no more threats to my life. Baby is an adjustment but in a couple days it will be resolved” There it is, the first note in her notepad. I think we spent the whole session talking about the case and how I was feeling every second until now. I know how I felt. Maybe I didn’t take the right actions towards every feeling but I have to admit taking the time to associate myself with what has happened in the past days was good for me.

“It seems like the baby bothers you more than the whole threat towards your life” that is crazy. “Remember you have a difficult time understanding feelings” Bullshit. “Also remember to listen and not denie or fight against my words” Fuck.

“The baby will be off to her grandparents soon, no need to care for it if it's stay is temporary” it's true. I like the little baby but I am just her pitstop to people who will love and care for her better than I could ever do.

“You are correct but you also know this has to do with your feeling towards change?” How dare she ask me. Ain’t she the therapist to figure this out? “With the session you have taken you have shown aggression but at the same time sadness at change. You can’t accept it.” Wrong

“Okay I will work on that” Check. The topic is getting frustrating and I tend to let it out with words so to save her and me of any embarrassment I prefer changing the subject.

“Alright we will move on” Another note to her notepad. “So last time we spoke about your past. You didn’t want to get into it a lot but you did tell me something I didn’t catch on until now” Fuck. I said too much. “You don’t want to go back home, why?”

“I have a life here already. Nothing is waiting for me back there and if this is all about honestly well, that place is not my home. It's just that, a place”

“Even a place can hold a lot of answers. I think for this session you can take a visit back home. Take your time but I don’t want you to come back until you do” Hell yeah. That can be days, weeks, mon- “Never mind. I will give you till this weekend to do that” She rushes me to the door and I couldn’t even talk back as the door meets my face. What just happened? There is no way in hell I can do that this weekend. I let that go to the back of my mind. It's Tuesday and I still have 3 days until then, I will figure something out before then. I drive down to my house and see Wanda playing with Lydia on the ground.

“She didn’t want to take a nap”

“As long as she is not crying and grumpy” And no she was not. “Ready to go?” Wanda nods, placing Lydia in her car seat. “Where are we going anyways?”

“It's a surprise” This surprise didn’t last long. As soon as we parked right infront of it and she took one look at my face waiting for my reaction I knew I guessed right. How could she have kept this a secret? Does everyone in the tower know about this? She didn’t even give any sign of it.

“The doctor will be right in” The kind nurse said, closing the door as she left the room we were in.

“When did you find out?” She was laying on the bed calmly as possible

“3 weeks ago. I felt a little change the day I found out. Mine is not normal like everyone else but I decided that I wanted to enjoy it my way.” Lydia was looking around the dark room, surprisingly not scared of the dark. Most babies like to see their surroundings and get uncomfortable in the darkness.

“Does everyone know?” She shakes her head. A big grin appears in her face as she pulls out her phone.

“I want to do a reveal to everyone and I am going to need your help” I gave her a quick nod before the doctor appeared.

“Well let's check how the baby is doing” I look over to Wanda and for a moment I black out. I feel like the one who should be nervous is her, not me. She is having a baby. A human being is growing inside of her and she is going to be a great mother. That was the whole reason she wanted to spend more time with Lydia. That sneaky little thing. “The baby is doing great. Great heartbeat, strong” Wanda smiles proudly like if she had gotten an A in a project “ You are 18 weeks as of yesterday and you know what that means?” She can’t calculate dates right. “We can find out the gender today” She grabs my hands shaking it with excitement

“Can you write it in an envelope, keeping it a secret?” She really wanted to go all out on this which I don’t blame her. Now that I see how much she craves this I am starting to get excited too.

“Of course. Go ahead and change and the nurse upfront will have that for you” We thank the doctor before he leaves. Wanda changes and all the car ride home her smile still doesn’t fade.

“I want those confetti twisty things and this” She shows me her phone real quick so I can go back to focusing on the road. “ The color smoke for pictures” Her smile and picture showing didn’t stop until we were in the tower. She wanted it to be a surprise for everyone else. The envelope was saved in Lydias car seat pocket. “Vis is lunch ready?” Wanda screams walking out the elevator to the kitchen. That seems like a queue for Lydia to start crying. I didn’t want to disturb anyone so I walked towards the old room I stayed in. I close the door and take Lydia out of her car seat.

“Wanda and Vis are finishing lunch so no bottle until then okay?” I tried to calm her down but nothing was working. I changed her diaper and even tried playing with her toy but nothing helped.

“Miss Y/L/N. Wanda says you can come to lunch now” I thank Jarvis and god. Hopefully food helps calm her down. And it did. Atleast for some time, she went back to crying after eating.

“Did you change her already?” I nod “Play with her?” I nod “Maybe she needs another bottle” Tony was about to get up but I shake my head

“She just ate. That will upset her stomach” I don’t know how parents do this. “She has been missing her naps but everytime if I put her down she refuses to sleep”

“Well try again” What else can I do right? I excuse myself and take her to the room again. I read her a book but her crys are still going. I try to rock her to some music but she doesn’t stop crying. Maybe she is sick? I place her in the bed surrounded by pillows and I go into the bathroom. I know I could just go with Bruce to get her checked but a thermostat can help much faster. Bingo, the baby has a fever. Tony orders some medicine for her as I begin to run her a bath. The cries stop but I can tell she is exhausted.

“Just go to sleep. A good sleep will help you a ton” After a couple minutes of nothing. Her just staring at the wall will I talk to her like she was going to respond. I take her out and just put her diaper on.

“Here's the medicine” I thank Tony. He leaves me while I give her the necessary dose and there goes the cries again.