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Exquise esquisse (Part 1)
Exquise esquisse
How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
⚠️Warning⚠️: This story will contain incest. If you feel uncomfortable, please don’t read. This story isn’t about smut or just to satisfy some pervert desires. I’m writing this story because I wanted to read a pure and very intense love forbidden, the kind that makes your heart and stomach hurt or even cry. I don’t advocate for incest, actually I think this is very wrong, I know and I’m not a big fan of that, tbh. However, I’ve been thinking of this for a year: “What could happen if Bucky Barnes got someone pregnant in the 40′s and now he’s falling in love with his great-granddaughter without knowing she’s family?”. In this story, I'll broach different points of view: philosophical (thanks to philosophy classes in high school!), cultural and historical. AND don’t come to insult me or what you want because, it will show you didn’t understood what I wanted to prove through this story. One last thing: I won’t write this story as a regular novel cause I don’t think I have the level in english (and the time) so, I'll stick to short chapters and emphasize the important points and feelings.
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
PART TWO
Walking in the streets of Brooklyn, earphones on, you rolled up the sleeves of your denim jacket. Without looking straight ahead. You had never hit a muscular and hot torso or fell to the overthrow, but narrowly caught by a handsome man. It was only in the movies, so why se faire un sang d’encre? Life was a ballad, which, like any other, contains positive and negative. Nothing was all white nor black. It was all about nuances. Everything in your life was about shade of difference.
What you couldn’t imagine, would be that something would plow into you. You were more likely to take a post in your face, instead, a beautiful Labrador ran and jumped on your legs. The animal was adorable, so adorable that you couldn’t resist it, you caressed the top of his head before looking around for his owner. Came face to you a tall handsome man, your heart missed a beat and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He had everything from a Greek god, the kind that makes you fall for him and leaves you with that strange feeling. A feeling on which you cannot put a label on it because you don’t know what it is, the kind of feeling that doesn’t leave you insensitive, the kind of feeling that leads you to ask yourself a thousand and one questions. Attraction is so powerful.
His azure eyes, resting on you, didn’t make you fall backwards, instead, he turned you upside down. Love at first sight existed, you were convinced. This invasion of so foreign sentiments overwhelmed you… Even, poisoned you. When he came to apologize to you, you couldn’t help but smiled and a long discussion ensued. It was the beginning of love... Love, so pure, so innocent.
You were so young, beautiful and kind. Despite your slightly grunge look, something in you reminded him of his youth. Your innocence, perhaps? Your doe eyes? Your shy smile? Or was it the sweet freshness you provided? In a single instant, Bucky was lost, but he knew one thing: you didn’t leave him indifferent, he desired to see you again, no, he had to. He needed you. You became his new heroin, when he barely knew you. The wrong way was already taken. But was it really your fault? Fate knew how to find you, nobody escapes it and there was no way you two would.
“Bucky… Call me Bucky, doll.”
Bucky, that name, you already heard it somewhere. He was Captain America’s best friend, but why did it sound so familiar? As if you personally met him before?
You didn’t question yourself any longer, because you knew you would see him again. One look, one smile, one hour of discussion and you were infatuated with him.
L'amour que nous ne ferons jamais ensemble
Est le plus rare le plus troublant
Le plus pur le plus enivrant
Exquise esquisse…
- Gainsbourg
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Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)
Exquise esquisse
How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
⚠️Warning⚠️: READ THE WARNING IN THE FIRST PART. THANKS. (No smut, just fluff) Gainsbourg songs are my main inspiration, this man was a complete genius in everything he touched.
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
You can listen Initials BB by Serge Gainsbourg while you’re reading. :)
PART ONE
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Lying on your bed, staring at the immaculate white ceiling of your little apartment, a smile was on your face. Your cell phone on your chest, precisely on your heart, you held back a cry of excitement. A month after your first encounter with him, he invited you to the restaurant, your other dates were romantic, but he hadn’t kiss you yet. You weren’t blind, you both knew that a strong love was born between you two. You knew that night, he would kiss you and maybe take you to his home.
You desired to feel his warm, thick fingers travel across your body, touching your face a hundred times and feeling his lips dance on your skin. You were prepared for the long journey that was love, you were ready, you had no choice, the Cupid arrow had pass through your skin. It was a pain you kept, which did more good than harm.
It was time to get ready. Every detail was meticulously cared for, you made sure that your makeup was perfect and that it reflected your personality, favorite clothes without doing too much, your hairstyle... Perfume applied by small delicate touches, a red lipstick applied with care. You inspected your reflection, seeking for any flaw, your hands were shaking, your belly did looping; oh God you wanted to be his. From all of your 21 years, no one had made you feel as woman as him...
His name, his brilliant smile, his irises of a beautiful blue, his hoarse voice, his writing, all of him made you smile, failing to make your heart leap out of your chest. As cliché as it seemed, in his presence the time stopped. You were determined, he was the one that you wanted. Wholly him, with his faults as his qualities, even if your conscience shouted at you to avoid rushing things. Was love so strong, so early, a bad sign? Why would you denigrate those feelings you started to get used to? They consumed you and yet, it felt so good, so right...
A last look at your reflection and your heels slammed against the old worn floor of your student apartment. So impatient, you join the man parked in front of your building.
*
The dinner unfelt wonderful. There were no other words. You nervously waited for the moment when you would feel his soft and warm lips on yours. Hand in hand, you followed him in the dark streets although illuminated of New York, your heels slammed melodiously against the asphalt before you recognize the place where he led you. Central Park. Have you ever been told how beautiful is it?
With his thumb, Bucky caressed the back of your hand and this simple gesture, so innocent, gave you the famous butterflies in the belly. You would never have imagined such a rapprochement with him in just a few weeks. He neither didn’t know how it was possible... He still had insecurities and he was afraid of the next steps in this relationship... But he couldn’t wait. He had to find out. You made him feel things he had never felt before. It was incredible. You were amazing in his eyes.
You followed him into the illuminated park to the Angel of the Waters Fountain as he told you anecdotes about his childhood in Brooklyn with Steve and how they managed to escape the surveillance of their mothers and went to the heart of Manhattan. Immersed into his story, he didn’t notice your seemingly innocent gestures: get closer to the fountain and run your fingers over the surface of the water. Without warning, you splashed him. You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was speechless and trying to wipe his white shirt that became transparent.
"You want to play? We’re gonna play, Y/N!"
Without wasting time, you ran as fast as possible to hide in the park, behind shrubs. When you thought you left him behind, you stopped laughing and your gaze searched for him. Everything was so dark despite the street lights in the park.
"Come back, doll!"
"Come get me, James!” you answered before giggling and running again as he approached.
The former soldier caught up to you without any difficulty and lifted you by the waist before he kissed your cheek. You know that you were already blushing, but at the moment, you didn’t care. A big blissful smile triumphed on your face as you laughed. He laid you down on the ground, sat down and joined you before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over you. Lying in the grass, he aboved you between your thighs, you felt your cheeks warm more. Nothing else counted at that moment, you cared less of the position you were in. You drowned in his eyes. He brought his face close to yours, your noses grazed and your lips brushed against each other. You could feel his warm breath wash over your face. Your heart was pounding, now you were sure of your feelings.
"Kiss me..." you whispered.
It was all he needed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips pressed against yours for a sweet kiss, initially shy, then feverish. One of your hands slipped into his hair and the other on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt, even if you knew that tonight it wouldn’t go further than kisses. James slipped a hand on your cheek that he caressed while your lips cuddled, discovered each other and his free hand was in the hollow of your waist.
He was so gentle... It was already fucked. You were crazy in love with him and it was reciprocal. Bucky finally understood what everyone explained to him when the subject "love" was discussed. He didn’t want to let go, he wished to be closer to you and to keep you in his strong arms.
Neither of you was aware of the crime you were committing.
*
1944
"Bucky... Wait..." the young brunette sighed.
Sergeant Barnes's lips never left her skin, marking the thin skin of her neck before he let them slide on her chest, between her breasts.
"I don’t know if it's a good idea..." whispered the French woman in a rough English, between two sighs of pleasure.
What would people think and especially her family if they learned that she slept with an American soldier, one of the liberators of the country, without being married? She would probably be rejected, insulted and almost as badly treated as those young women who fell in love with Germans or who had sex with them. Maybe she wouldn’t be stoned or have her skull shaved in public for betrayal, as for l’Epuration sauvage, but she would become the family shame...
These thoughts faded when she felt the American's hands caress her chest, kiss her belly and play with the elastic of her panties. His whole body burned with desire. Positioned between her thighs, James Buchanan Barnes was gentle towards her despite the desire that was becoming more and more present. This girl called Apolline was of great beauty for that time, a great class, long wavy hair, thin but kept curves and had a porcelain skin even if she lived near the Italian border.
She didn’t mean anything to Bucky. Nothing. Just a pretty girl with whom he was about to have a good time and he would never see her again. How many children were born during the war whose fathers were the soldiers of a foreign army? So many and often abandoned... If only. If only James had known... Would he have changed that wild night?
Nine months later, a little girl named Marie Constance was born.
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Bucky as a dad (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Request : Hi! Could you write headcanons with Bucky as daddy with his daughter? A 40s version and a recent one? :) you can do it english as in french depending on the language you prefered, it would be super nice, thanks 💕
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: cuteness overload
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
MASTERLIST
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In the 40’s
- You were his girlfriend for eight months, it was serious between the two of you and you tried to be careful but c’mon, it’s the forties so… Avoiding a pregnancy wasn’t the easiest thing!
- You understood you were pregnant when your mom started to suspect something… She didn’t know you felt nauseous every morning, even if she pointed out your breast got bigger and she used to keep track of your period. Having a baby out of wedlock was so inappropriate at that time! Plus, you were younger than Bucky.
- When a nurse confirmed your pregnancy, you started to panic. You were afraid of your family reactions, of Bucky’s, of your friends, etc. To you, it was like the end of the world.
- Crying and being a mess when you were alone.
- Thinking about how to tell the news to James.
- Finally, you told him when you went to his apartment. He was a bit surprised, but took it really well! He wasn’t the kind of guy to have an excessive reaction, he was simply happy. After that, he asked your hand to your father and you two very quickly married to avoid suspicions that the baby was conceived before the wedding. It was a small ceremony: only your families and very close friends. Then, you moved into his home, you started to make plans about what to buy for the baby, you discussed a lot about the names and the education of baby Barnes.
- Always touching your belly during the pregnancy and he prepared everything for the baby’s arrival.
- When you gave birth to your beautiful daughter, he almost cried and never let her out of your sight. He used to speak and sing to her all the time.
- Maybe it was weird, but he was fascinated when you breastfed the little girl and, sometimes, was a little jealous of this special bond you had with Y/D/N.
- When she started to eat “solid” aliments, he was so proud to feed her, always making little games to make her eat everything.
- More than once, she peed on him with her little angelic smile and her bright blue eyes shining. She wasn’t his copy carbon, but she looked like him: she had his perfect eyes, his nose and his hair color. He was never angry against her, even if she laughed after she urinated on him.
- Being patient when didn’t say “Dada” right after “Mama”. Nonetheless, he sweetly encouraged her to.
“Baby doll, say ‘dada’.”
“Haha.”
He couldn’t help but laughed, he shook his head.
“Say ‘dada’ or daddy won’t sing you a lullaby tonight.”
Her big eyes opened wide and she gasped.
“DADA DADA DADA!!” she screamed before he kissed all her face.
- Y/D/N was a daddy’s girl, she was so fond of him and she always wanted him to sing her lullabies, cuddles and kisses from him.
- She started to walk fast and she always wanted to make her daddy proud. Her little chubby legs tried to run towards her father.
“Come on, Y/D/N, daddy is waiting for you!”
He was always careful that she didn’t hurt herself, but when she fell on her butt, she laughed and reached out for his arms.
“My sweetheart…” he cooed before he took her in his arms.
- Every time he came home after work, she jumped on his legs to have a cuddle because she missed him.
- She was his everything and never failed to ask you if you needed something for her or yourself. He wanted his girls to be happy.
- Well… It was before the war… Because he never came home…
- When he had to explain to her he was obliged to leave, she cried, even after he promised her he would come back. He tried to explain things to her, but it was complicated and she was only two and a half.
- The three of you cried when he left to serve his country. It tore your hearts. Mini Barnes refused to let her daddy go…
- Eventually, over the weeks, she accepted his decision a bit more and she was so joyful when you read the letters he sent.
- He missed his girls a lot. Dreamed often of you and wrote letters every time he could.
- Then, the letters stopped.
- She was only two when the bad news came: James Buchanan Barnes died like a hero. You lost your husband and Y/D/N lost her loving father.
Now
- When you missed your periods and started having nauseas, you didn’t wait to make a pregnancy test. All your doubts were confirmed: you were about to have a baby. Your first baby, but not Bucky’s first.
- Of course, you knew he was married and had a daughter in the 40s. So it took you time to find the courage to tell him. When you came into his room to tell him, he surprised you.
“I already know you’re pregnant.”
“H-How… I-I mean…” you stammered
“Your breasts got bigger, you felt nauseous the mornings, you have this light stomach baby bump.”
- You thought he was going to tell you to get an abortion, that he didn’t want to become a father again. Instead, he kissed you and cuddled you in silence.
- He was lost. Very lost. He had the impression of betraying his first wife and his daughter…
- But he couldn’t ask you to kill that baby in your belly. He knew he had to start a new life, but it didn’t mean he had to forget. He never could.
- He was so impressed with the new technologies like the pregnancy tests, the ultrasounds that permit to know the baby’s gender, its weight and height.
- You gave him a daughter and he felt like in paradise because, for once, he truly completely felt happy since Hydra took him.
- He read a lot of books about pregnancy since it wasn’t a big thing in his time.
- Spoke a lot to the baby in your belly.
- He chose to call her “Rebecca Winifred” in honor of his sister and his mother.
- He was as perfect as he was with his first daughter, but he always panic, he’s afraid she would be taken away from him by Hydra.
- Was so happy to bottlefeed her, it felt so nice to him.
- He would educate her differently since it’s not the 40s anymore and because that’s the kind of thing you build together.
- As she has grown up, he taught her a lot of things from his time and that only rare people knew.
- Training her to be a strong and independent woman without annoying her, he would understand when she needed a break for a few days or weeks.
- Giving her all the possibilities in her life: whatever jobs she wanted to practice, whatever will be her sexual orientation for examples, he’ll always be there for her.
- A bit strict about dating and being in a relationship with someone.
- But, he would be the best dad ever.
Winter soldier/ hydra Bucky Barnes x nurse reader
TW: hydra Bucky, bucky gets a little touchy
Summary: the big bad winter soldier has a injury and needs a check up
(Солдат) means soldier
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You were looking at some papers work at your desk when to men came barged in one of them were dragging a familiar soldier with them
He sit him down on the table the other spoke firm to you in a Russian accent “ Патч напевает женщин”( fix him up woman)
You’d slap him if you could without dieing the man soon left leave you with the infamous winter soldier
He stared at you with cold look in his eyes his long brown wavy hair drop in his face he had a gash in his side looked painful
But yet not a drop off pain on his face, you started to get all your medical tools you need you could feel his cold eyes follow you moves
You put all the tools in a cart and Pushed it over to the operating table where he sat you take the alcohol bottle pours some onto a rag
you need to clean the room before you sow it and patch it up your hand moved to his abdomen his swoll ads had a shine to them you blushed
At the thought of the last time a man was shirtless in front of you were snap out of thought by the man grabbing your wrist
You Yelp at this trying to pull away from he “ Солдат let go of me” pain sprog through your arm “please I need to help you” he let go of you hand and Leaned back
Make it easy for you to clean up his wound you got to the point where the sowed you had to get up and grab some
He sits up you walk back over to him with A banded rap in your hands you start wrapping around his torso
When he grabs you again this time pulling you into his lap your heart stops when you head hits his chest
You feel a tight grip on your hips you can feel the cold of his metal arm, you look up at him his cold eyes stared right back at you
“Ты такой маленький”(your so small) he says being the first this a had spoke to you his voice was husky and horse
“ I-I-“ before you could say anything his hand slips under you shirt rubbing the skin of your stomach his hand was cold as ice
He metal arm was still gripping you hip
You could feel the goce bumps pop up on your skin
“O-ok I think we are done here…..your all rapped up and ready for your nice mission“
You got up out of his grip walked up to the door and knocked twice to let the men on the other side know your done
Mama delivers you gender bend soldier boy and winter soldier
Chicken nuggies.
Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.
Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.
That wasn't good.
"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"
Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.
"Buck-
"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.
As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.
He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.
"Do we try and help or-
"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"
You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.
Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.
Then you saw him beside you.
Such a gorgeous man.
Handsome.
One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.
"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.
You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.
There was only one thing you wanted now.
"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.
"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.
A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.
It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.
*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*
"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"
Hiii so i’m having a hard time writing atm so if y’all could send in prompts i’d really appreciate it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
- Liz
edit: i just realised i quite literallly have writers block lmao
A dream come true
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!artist reader
Warnings: Anxiety, shakiness, slight blood, bad parenting(?). Tell me if I’ve missed anything.
Summary: The reader paints an unknown man from her dream, and Bucky sees his face on a painting during the exhibition.
Word count: A little over 1.7k
Your hands were clammy, nails digging into the soft flesh of your palms, nibbling on your bottom lip, you opened the curtains slightly, gazing at the growing crowd right outside of the building you were in. It was the day. Your art exhibition, for which you had prepared your whole life. Pursuing the career you wanted was harder than you imagined, your parents not being too supportive of your choice, reasoning their pure disappointment with “The job of an artists does NOT get paid well, and you will no be able to survive for long, you should get a degree in medicine, instead, like your cousin”. Screw that, you thought, before taking the call from the small studio apartment’s owner. Soon you found yourself moving out of your parents’ house and settling in the small studio, you now, called home. Of course, it wasn’t easy at first, but you made a living by initially working at a local bookstore, painting and selling pictures. The money was enough to feed you and your fellow feline, Louie. Living alone, you missed company, which led you to adopting a ginger cat, who was just the perfect companion for you.
“Oh come on, Bucky, you’ve been a couch potato for already three weeks, it’s time to see some new people, hang around, get drunk, you know, what we used to back then” the blond man elbowed the brunette next to him with a raised eyebrow.
“Rogers, exactly, back then, not NOW, leave me alon-“ he got cut off by someone clearing their throat, glancing at the girl in front of him, he looked at Steve whose smile was already beyond his ears. “Linda, dear” Steve chirped like a lovesick teenager, throwing his muscular arms around the girl, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips, to which Bucky glared, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “This grump here is my friend, James, just call him Bucky.” The girl laughed, putting her hand out for a handshake. “I’m Linda, Bucky” the girl smiled, to which Bucky just hummed and shook her hand for less than a second. “Well, we’re getting late, let’s hurry” Steve interrupted the awkward silence, taking his girlfriend, holding her hand, he shoved Bucky to his other side, as not to let him run away. “Would be better to be late” Bucky replied under his breath, putting his hands into his black jeans’ pockets. It took less than 10 minutes for them to arrive at the hall, for which Steve had got tickets. —————————————————————————— “This is a picture from Montenegro” you answered the elderly woman who was standing next to one of the many canvases. So far so good, the visitors were mainly either artists like yourself, or elderly people like the woman before you. “Drinks anyone?” Thomas announced stepping away from the small table, revealing the pomegranate lemonade, which you had made as a treat for your guests. Bucky had parted ways from the couple almost at the exact moment they had set their foot in the studio. Wandering around, he had his gloved metal hand in his pocket, the other one holding the blue glass full of the lemonade. Roaming around a bit more, he was about to start searching for Steve to announce that he was finally leaving, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Am I getting old, am I delusional or is that…?” He squinted, his feet moving themselves, leading him closer to a certain painted canvas. The blue eyes, stared back at him calmly. “What the hell is my face doing here?” He turned around glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him.
He spotted a man helping some others, he raised his index for finger as a sign for him to come over. “Thomas” Bucky read from the name tag on the boy’s collar, and cleared his throat “Yes, Sir? How may I help you?-“ he stopped talking as Bucky moved a little making Thomas’s eyes grow wide like plates “..Oh” came the answer with slight shakiness. “Looks very much like you.. Sir” Thomas joked, trying to ease the tension, which was in complete vain as Bucky’s staring was blowing holes in Thomas’s head. You were walking around, smiling and thanking the guests who complimented the art, when you spotted Thomas opening and closing his mouth like a fish, looking quite uncomfortable and in need of help. You fastened your pace to Thomas. “Hey are you alright?” you then spotted the man in front of Thomas, making your heart jump into your throat and down to your knees. “G-good day” you blinked at the pure muscle of a man standing next to what looked like a mirror copy of his face, just not real and 2D. “What is my face doing here?” Bucky spoke up, in a harsh voice and immediately realised the angry tone of his voice, his gloved hand already rubbing his neck in nervousness “I’m sorry, it’s just-“ he was about to explain himself when you nervously laughed. “This is one of the pictures I have drown about a month ago, I saw this man” you pointed at the man in the picture “in my, um, in my dream” you finished off your fingers nervously fidgeting, your toes curling in your shoes, as you nervously went up and down on your feet. “I’m sorry, I think-“ “Your dream?” Bucky asked surprised as he glanced at the picture then at you, neither of you noticing Thomas slipping away awkwardly. “I don’t always remember my dreams or have any dreams in general, so when I saw this man, I guess, you, in my dream, the image was stuck in my mind so here it is” you chuckled once more, motioning the picture. “They say that you dream only of the people you’ve met in real life” you continued. “I’m just stunned to see myself here” he laughed pursing his lips afterwards. “Hey man! I’ve been searching for- Oh?” another male voice startled you, your head turning to the blond coming from your right, arm in arm with a shorter girl. “Is that..you?” the girl pointed at the picture and then looked at you “Oh wait! You’re the painter right? You’re Y/N” she exclaimed with a smile.
“Miss Y/N, you made him look much younger than he already is” the blond man laughed, nudging Bucky who rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue.
“Oh God” you replied with a laugh, covering your face that was heating up with embarrassment. “Shut it, Steve” Bucky grunted stepping in front of his picture. “Never told you, but Miss Y/N and I had met in a park where she asked me to model for her, to which I agreed” he lied, looking at you with a small smile. “Oh yeah, it was autumn, right?” You continued, thanking gods that Bucky didn’t tell the real backstory of the painting. Bucky just nodded. “Well well, your paintings are amazing, Miss” the blond, Steve, replied “But unfortunately, Linda and I have some plans, so we are abandoning you, Bucky” Steve lied, kissing the girl on the cheek and turned to Bucky for a quick side hug “Don’t come home without her number and a date” he secretly muttered.
Bucky rolled his eyes once more, slightly pushing his friend away “Yeah yeah, see you.“ him and you waved at the leaving couple and turned to each other. “You owe me something, Miss Y/N” he mused with a playful teasing smirk. “A date perhaps? Besides, I’m sure you need new paintings paintings for your upcoming exhibitions.”
“That’s true, but you’d have to wait for a little, we still have some time till we finish the event” you replied cheekily, glancing at Bucky’s hand that was placed on the wall, as he leaned onto it. “Plus, I see a very interesting something, right there, which would be just perfect for my art” you motioned at the metal peeking through the gap of his gloves and leather jacket. “Indeed, you have so much more to see, sweetheart.” —————————————————————————— You waved at Thomas and stepped out of the hall, after your guests had left, Bucky’s metal hand, at the small of your back, leading you out of the crowd. The sun was already setting, the city was slowly preparing to sleep, yet your day had just begun, as you and Bucky walked next to each other, you glanced at him, his arm occasionally brushing against yours. Just then your eyes widened, and you gasped and stopped in your tracks “Aren’t you the guy who caught my cat from running away in this same park?”
Okay so, back from a long break with this.
Hope you like it. Tell me what you think :]
PS. This is inspired by a post I saw on TikTok. Will link the video down below.
https://www.tiktok.com/@hotdognijaxon03/video/7108692230432460058?_t=8UCIy2Z7fF4&_r=1
tags: @veroriddle @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
Pieces Welded in Gold (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Words: 2.6k
Warnings/Themes: Self-hate, sad!bucky, angst, fluff, comfort
Characters/Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve, Nat and Wanda (Mentioned), Tony (Mentioned)
She was too good for him.
This is something he had in his head from the moment he had met her. She was a light in everyone’s lives, whereas he was just a pathetic excuse for an Avenger. It took her and Steve months to get him pardoned and then even more months for him to be accepted as an Avenger. Not that he blamed the people they had worked against. He has done so much damage in his unnecessarily long life.
So watching her now, laughing and smiling brightly with Natasha and Wanda, Bucky felt like some ghostly shadow that drifted solemnly down hallways, wondering if he was ever going to feel worthy of love.
The glass of champagne in his hand was set down on a passing waiter’s tray as Bucky excused himself from the group of men he stood with. They had all been talking of some heroic thing Steve had done on their latest mission. And while Bucky was extremely proud of the man Steve has become, he couldn’t help the jealously that rose in his throat. Like ichor that threatened to drown him in resentment. He wouldn’t allow it.
“Everything alright, Buck?” Steve, of course, was the first to stop the conversation and give his best friend his undivided attention.
“Yeah, pal. Just feeling a little empty, gonna go fuel up.” To others, it might sound like Bucky was just hungry, but between the two, it was a code they came up for when Bucky’s social bar was low. It was weird… it used to be Steve having to step away and Bucky making sure he was okay.
The ichor rose to the back of his mouth. Without giving Steve a chance to say anything else, Bucky paced off to the hallway where the elevators were. The grief of his old life and who he used to be hanging over him like the grim reaper.
He made it after skirting along the walls, avoiding prying eyes. Not that anyone would really look at him right now. They were all too busy celebrating something going on with Stark Industries that he had not bothered to remember.
Bucky was barely through the door of the apartment he shared in the Compound with Steve, when he began stripping out of the suffocating suit he had been required to wear. The jacket was haphazardly hung on the hook, mostly thrown at the wall it was on. The polished loafers were kicked off and left to trip anyone who walked through the door.
He entered his room with his button-up undone and his pants barely hanging on his hips. He finally discarded the rest of the clothes in a wrinkled pile in the corner. With a huff and a heavy plop, Bucky collapsed onto his bed in only his briefs. Getting up to shower and put proper clothing on felt like a mountain he didn’t want to climb right now. So he just laid there on his stomach, staring out the window and the fireworks that Tony had arranged.
He wondered if she was out there enjoying them. He knew she liked things like that. She had once told him in the dead of night in a Wakandan hut of all the things that felt otherworldly to her. Like fireworks. Or libraries. Bowling Allies after hours. Abandoned malls. Or her living room at 3am.
She promised him they’d go to places like that when he said he wished he wasn’t here. Just to disconnect for a while, to forget his problems and just feel like he was someone else. Someone that wasn’t the Soldier, or a younger version of him. Not even him right now.
It was at that moment that he knew he loved her. She was here to help him through the problems he was facing, but she also understood that sometimes he didn’t want to try. He just wanted to float away. And she helped him do that, safely.
He truly felt like he was floating when he was with her. Tied by a string to her wrist so he wouldn’t drift away. And she didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, whenever he was near her, she would always subconsciously grab his hand. Or when he sat next to her on the couch, she would always move closer until their thighs were pressed together.
In a small part of his mind that still held optimism, he hoped that she did this because she also felt that if they were apart then she would combust. Since he met her, she had always been a comfort to him, she was there when Steve had found his apartment in Bucharest. She stopped him when Zemo had activated the Soldier by using her abilities. And she was there in Wakanda.
The one thing he doesn’t know, however, is why. Why is she doing all of this for him? Why does she seem to care so much about him? Steve, he gets because they’ve been friends since diapers. But she didn’t know him before Bucharest.
She had him feeling every emotion known to man, but he couldn’t find a way to tell her any of it. He could pour his heart out about his frustrations on his past, on how he misses the 40s, on how he felt like a burden to everyone. But when it came to owning up to his feelings about her… he froze. How could he not? She was everything.
Bucky rolled over onto his back and rubbed at his eyes, trying to dry the tears that didn’t seem to stop coming. The fireworks continued like bombs on the battlefield. His gaze was fixed on a random speck on his ceiling. His mind felt sluggish now and his eyelids struggled to stay open, even as tears still fell.
He must have dozed off at some point as now his eyes flickered open at the sound of shuffling outside his door. The fireworks had stopped, and the air was still and quiet. Steve must have just gotten in. The sound of the shuffling sounded like his gait and weight.
With a groan, Bucky lifted himself onto his elbows to look at the clock on his bedside. Two in the morning. A late one for an old man like Steve. Must have been having a good time then, seeing as how Bucky left the party around 11pm.
A shower was sounding more appealing now that he had released his emotions and slept some. He rose from the bed and hobbled over to the attached bathroom. He didn’t bother looking at his appearance in the mirror; he already knew he looked like shit.
Y/n wouldn’t think so, a tiny voice said in his head. She’d probably say he looked like someone who has lived a lot. Too much, would have been his reply.
He took a lukewarm shower and spent too much time under the spray, pretending that the water running down his face was only that. Not a mix of salty tears that apparently hadn’t run out. Once he was feeling a little more like a person, he exited the walk-in shower and entered the closet.
A simple black t-shirt and some gray sweatpants would suffice. He tried to practice some self-care Y/n had suggested and combed his wet hair and applied lotion to his skin. It gave him a small sense of accomplishment.
Bucky froze in the doorway between his room and bathroom, however. When did she get here? Was she waiting for long?
Y/n sat on his bed, one of the lamps on the nightstand was on. She looked fresh and clean with her damp hair in two braids and an oversized maroon sweater swamping her. She wore cozy-looking bottoms and Star Wars-themed socks. And she looked so beautiful cuddled up in his bed.
“Sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer. Figured I’d wait for you here.” She spoke so sweetly to him while offering him her hand. He didn’t hesitate to take it and climb into bed next to her, pressing her hand to his chest. He wondered if she could feel his heart thumping.
“It’s fine… Sorry, I left so early.” Bucky rested his head on her shoulder and her hand found its way into his drying hair.
“I get why you did, Buck. It’s okay.” Her free hand came to grab his metal one and threaded their fingers together. “To be honest, I wanted to leave as soon as I saw you walking out. But Tony, of course, demanded I showed off some illusions.” She sighed and released his hair to rub tiredly at her temple.
“Does it hurt?” Bucky sat up straight and took her face in his flesh hand as if he could take away the pain with just his touch. She smiled and shrugged. His body hummed when she nuzzled her face into his palm. Maybe…She does feel the same way as him. Why would she be here at this moment if she didn’t?
“Sort of. I’m still not used to using my abilities on so many people, and in combination with people telling me what to show them next; I got a bit of a headache now.” Her head was fully relaxed into his hand now and he couldn’t help but run his thumb over her cheek.
The question was gnawing at him, but fear of rejection was a brick wall stopping it from leaving his mouth. Would you stay with me tonight? When he was younger, that might have been something cheeky he would have said to a dame. But now it was something he felt he needed to keep himself from having a nightmare. Just someone he loves beside him.
“Hey, Buck?” He barely heard her over the debate with himself in his head. Her hand covering his own drew him from his mind. He briefly thanked God that she never read anyone’s mind without consent.
“Yeah, doll?” She smiled with her eyes still closed and her fingers running gently over his. A small quirk in her smile, however, had him nervous. She looked like she was contemplating something.
“I need to tell you something.” She finally opened her eyes and held his gaze for a few moments before looking away. Perhaps it was the dim lighting, but her face took on a darker hue. There was no mistaking the nervous lip bite she did, though. The movement has his skin feeling like it was ignited.
He adjusted his metal grip on her hand to give her a hopefully reassuring squeeze. He didn’t say anything but just waited for her to be ready on her own. That’s what she did for him. She never pushed him to talk when he wasn’t ready, just let him know that she was there.
She was silent for a while, her eyes fixed on the wall above his bed. He could practically see the cogs turning in her head. Of course, this anticipation was killing him. Was she rejecting him without him getting a chance? Was she saying that she was done helping him? Is he too much?
Before his thoughts could go any further, she finally spoke up in a quiet voice filled with anxiety.
“Before I tell you, I want you to know that it’s totally alright if you’re not ready, or you don’t… feel the same. I never want you to feel pressured or rushed, and it’s up to you to respond…” Bucky was practically on fire now. She took a deep breath, held both of his hands in hers, and looked him in the eye.
“I love you, Bucky,” she said. Her voice held no quiver of nervousness now. Her eyes shone with love and confidence in that love. The sight of it sent Bucky into orbit. The tether keeping him on the ground snapped and he felt himself floating away in pure joy.
The smile that broke over his face was wider than any she had seen before. He bounced up to sit on his knees and towered over her. He took her face into his hands, taking in every detail he could. He must be dreaming. He must have fallen asleep after he returned from the party, and this was a dream.
“Doll, I – Are you serious?” If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. She laughed and placed her hands over his. She nodded and he swore her smile was brighter than the sun. “Lord, doll... I – I love you so much.”
His eyes dropped down to her lips as her tongue darted out. “Really?”
“Of course! How could I not be?” He ran one hand over her hair, letting it fall to rest along her jaw. “You – you’re everything to me, doll. I’d do anything if it meant that I could be by your side, even if you didn’t love me.”
Her smile wobbled and tears filled her eyes. Her hand gripped his t-shirt and tugged him closer. “Kiss me.”
Bucky didn’t need any more prompting than that. He bent over her and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Everything he hadn’t been able to express through words, he tried to convey in his kiss. His hands held her face and neck like she was the finest porcelain.
Her hands spread over his chest and trailed up around his neck. Her fingers toyed with the short hair at the base of his neck. The feeling sent chills down his spine. He remembers when she helped him cut his hair and how she had run her fingers through the shortened locks then.
The super soldier pulled away briefly, only to press his forehead against hers. Her eyes were still closed, and lips still parted. She looked divine. Her bright eyes slowly opened and met his. And it felt like he was being seen for the first time.
How could anyone so perfect actually exist. And how could they love me?
“You’re perfect for me, Buck.”
His eyes widened and he pulled away slightly. Had she -? She shook her head.
“Your expressions are sometimes enough to know what you’re thinking.” She sat up on her knees and cupped his face. She ghosted her lips over his cheeks, moving over his eyelids and down to his lips. When she pulled away she whispered against his skin.
“I have loved you since I first met you. And when I saw you I thought to myself, in the words of Etta James, at last, my love has come along.” She sang the words and it sounded like the voice of an angel. It gave Bucky the little bit of courage he needed to ask her what he’s wanted to ask her all night.
“Stay with me tonight?” She kissed him again in reply.
“I didn’t plan on going back to my apartment tonight anyway.” Bucky grinned at that and pulled her off the bed with him.
“Good, because I was only asking to be polite.” Bucky grinned slyly at her as he pulled the duvet and sheets back. He noticed she had brought her biggest and softest blanket from her bed. “You were really confident, weren’t you?”
She shrugged and grabbed the blanket from where she had deposited it on the armchair in the corner of the room. He took it and wrapped it snuggly around her shoulders. She gave a squeal when he swooped down and picked her up. He couldn’t help himself as he kissed her again before laying her down on the bed, and then again as he crawled in next to her.
“I love you, sweetheart.” Bucky could feel the cracks in his heart fusing, held together by the pure gold of her love. She cuddled closely to his side and laid her head on his chest. He brought his vibranium hand up to caress her cheek.
“I love you, too, James Buchanan Barnes.”
catch me if I fall
pairing | avenger!bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary | after everything he'd gone through — parties & social events became things he hated most, until he met you, his " soulmate "
warning(s) | hopeful bucky, meet-cute, pure-fluff, civil war tension was resolved and this is like a year after that, soulmate au? depends if you want it to be, strangers to lovers, third pov mostly
Bucky hated crowds and the gala's Tony hosted
He hated the stupid tux, the ties that felt too tight and how half the guest were rich spoiled snobs but he loves the after party that only consisted of the team
Maybe you'll be the second thing he'll like about these parties?
" Did you just throw a spoon at me??? " asked Bucky staring weirdly at the woman he matched with online
He was on a date that his best pal encouraged. Steve persuaded him to try online dating after he complained that it might not work out with the people Steve was setting him up with.
To be honest, he didn't mind dating because it made him remember the parts of him that are still there — he still is the same James Buchanan Barnes that was from the 40’s
Maybe to get his old 40's charm back in shape, it didn't really matter if they'd go long term, Steve just wanted him to go out there and be more social and interactive.
Their roles in their friendship really changed, now it's Steve convincing him to go on a date.
The very reason reason he's in a stupid tuxedo drinking beer even if he couldn't get drunk at another one of Tony’s parties, seriously the guy throws a party every other week.
The date he went to wasn't too disastrous but him and the girl just didn't click ,though he did remember the weird conversation they had and why she threw a spoon at him
Honestly he thought it was because they think his arm is magnetic, once Sam kept trying to stick a fork on him for a day, hoping it would stick but needless to say Sam almost died that day.
flashback:
" So you're saying you tossed the spoon hoping I'd catch it?? I'm sorry what??? " he couldn't help but be utterly confused on the modern day dating tactics people were using to find their true love
‘ what the fuck did a spoon connect to future relationships?? ‘ he thought
" Okay, it seems crazy! but I just thought if it worked on my mom, it would work on me ya know? I was just hoping for a cute start of a love story ... " said the girl shaking her head realizing her dream is truly ridiculous as she giggles
"– so my dad, he was playing baseball in college and he threw a pitch that landed outside their practice field when my mom who was coincidentally passing by the field catches it, and the rest is history "
" So you tossed me a spoon?? "
" in hopes of you being my soulmate? yes "
" uhh crazy theory but I guess it's kinda sweet? weird to want your soulmate catch a spoon though " he murmured at the last part
" okayyy, maybe I should have thrown a marble or something "
" maybe just don't throw anything? " he said chuckling
“ how’d the date go punk? “
“ ehh could've gone better, hey — what’s a lucky color? “ asked Bucky as he didn’t know which ball to steal
“ red I guess “ Steve answered even if he didn’t know what Bucky’s planning and mentally prayed his buddy wasn’t planning anything illegal
Having sipped one of Thor's Asgardian mead, he's a bit tipsy now but not enough to be considered drunk
He remembers the weird theory by the girl he met online, the lucky color and discreetly steals one of the balls from the billiards Steve and Sam were playing. Busy competing with each other, didn't notice the metal hand that went on the side of the pool table.
He indulged in the crazy idea that if he threw the red ball, his soulmate might catch it
He said in his mind ' one chance, one toss ' and if someone did catch it, hell maybe he should just straight up marry them.He took a deep breath with a light chuckle after thinking he's being stupid,for slightly believing the theory he had learned
" fuck it " he said as he tossed the ball lightly into a distance expecting it to just land on the floor with a thud or an angry guest complain at him for hitting their head but what he saw made up for every party he bitched about or every horrible date he endured for Steve’s sake.
As the ball is mid air, he spots a girl with hand open talking to Natasha, she flinched lightly as the ball landed on her palm
You tilt your head as you question why a ball from the pool game feets away from you landed on your hand, a red one that’s the same shade as your dress accompanied by a simple pearl necklace.
Natasha eyes the ball questionably, seeing as it came out of nowhere but figures who was behind it as the mysterious figure approaches them.
The person in question of why a ball's in your hand appears in the form of the cute Sargent Barnes with his metal hand reflecting the warm lights towards your eyes making you squint and drop the ball that Mr. Barnes quickly catches easily
" Hi, I'm James but my friends call me Bucky " he said with a wide toothed grin as he held the red billiard ball feeling slightly overwhelmed that a pretty girl witnessed his idiocy.
Natasha left with a smirk with her drink, seeing her two friends stare into each other’s eyes with dilated pupils.
The two felt like sparks were flying around them, more specifically Bucky hoping it was a sign from destiny that this pretty girl in front of him could be someone more than a friend.
They both felt like time stopped, like the scenes in movies where everybody's gone and it's just the two of you.
" I'm Y/N , Nat's friend. Maybe we could get more drinks? " you said, raising your empty glass of champagne.
Even if Bucky couldn't get drunk, he said yes
Who would say no to the company of a very pretty lady?
Who would say no to you?
They both laughed at Bucky's theory testing and how coincidental it was that you caught the ball. People started to leave but they're conversation didn't seem close to ending.
Topics going from how sushi's they're favorite to what the fuck does a chupacabra even looks like?
“ so, are you a shield agent? “ Bucky curiously asked wondering if you’ll stay
“ god’s no! I'd probably die after 2 laps , I’m Dr. Banner’s future research partner, I’m staying here, for now “
for now is good enough for Bucky
“ So we'll see each other often? guess we should get cozy with each other “ said Bucky with a flirtatious smile as his arm went over to the back of your chair sort of leaning closer
“ What if I get sick of your face James? “ you said leaning closer catching him off-guard as your noses almost touch
“ nobody could resist my face doll “ he said chuckling with his flushed face that now sported a shy smile
They got lost in their dumb conversations, losing track of time as they didn’t even notice that their other friends were playing a game without them.
You mostly ordered fruity drinks before the people disappeared hoping to not get drunk and forget this moment you were having with Bucky as longer conversations dragged on
You didn't want to forget the warm feeling dancing in your heart
You hoped that he’d catch your feelings if you fell too fast
Bucky didn't ask for any of the mead Thor had and refused when offered hoping to not get drunk and mess up his chance with you
He knew by the second moment you two will have, he'll already be falling for you hard
He hoped that in the future you'd also catch his heart
“ I'm gonna be honest , i like you and even if i’m almost a hundred years old I’m not a coward who backs down from asking the prettiest girl i've met “ Bucky said enveloping his hand with yours
“ so, will you go on a date with me, doll? “ he said with his steel blue eyes locked on yours, his gaze made you want to melt
“ i don't say yes immediately to a guy i just met, most definitely when he immediately just said he thinks i'm his soulmate but he did prove his stupid theory “ you said teasingly as your fingers unconsciously played with his chin while his hand caressed yours
“ yes Sarge , I’d like to go on a date with you “ you said as you kissed his cheek feeling his smile on your lips
Both didn't care if it was actually fate or it was just a funny coincidence
Hell they don't care if it's God themselves
You just want him.
He just wants you.
fin.
Winter
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter
“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”
“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already
“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”
“I couldn’t Mr Stark”
“What… FRIDAY-“
“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room
“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”
“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked
“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”
“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?
“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him
“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.
“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”
“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed
“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye
“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow
“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off
“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”
“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.
“Authorization required”
“What?”- Tony was speechless
“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.
They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.
“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.
Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.
“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”
“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”
“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out
“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.
“Winter”- you whispered.
you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?
The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?
“Bucky”- Steve said
“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night
“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say
“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you
“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter
“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you
“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam
“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now
“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it
“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”
They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever
“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black
“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out
“Of course miss”
“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.
You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.
You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!
A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers
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Winter (2)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter
Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.
Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.
“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”
“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice
“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned
“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused
“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”
“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again
“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled
“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”
“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic
“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”
“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK
“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him
SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY
“Perimeter check”
PERIMETER SECURED
“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”
OF COURSE MR STARK.
Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers
“What”- everyone whispered
“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen
THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK
“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”
THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO
“What the hell”- Sam whispered
“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends
“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam
“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem
“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.
“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk
“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted
“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped
“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend
“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”
“What”
“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking
“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony
“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes
“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed
“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”
It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.
It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange
“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him
“Did you find something?”- Steve asked
“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”
“What is it?”
“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking
“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked
“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony
“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence
“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally
“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible
“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again
The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room
“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky
“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”
“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”
Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling
“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?
“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”
Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?
Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.
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Winter (2)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you miss him… you miss Winter
Bucky came back with a groan, his head was killing him, it was pounding so much it felt Iike someone had smushed it against a brick wall. He tried to stand up but his legs weren’t able to support his weight, the sleeping gas hadn’t completely worn off apparently.
Bucky looked around: Steve and Nat were in his same conditions whilst Sam and Tony seemed to be a little bit behind on the waking process.
“Are you guys ok?”- asked Steve while shaking Tony -“Buck check on Sam”
“He’s waking up”- Bucky started to answer to be stopped by Sam’s voice
“Uhh, I can’t believe I ended up in hell, seriously”- Sam groaned
“What? Hell? What are you talking about?”- Bucky was confused
“It must be hell if you are the first thing I see in the afterlife Barnes”
“Yeah, he’s alive… sadly”- Bucky said standing up since he had started to feel his legs again
“Awww, were you worried about me Barnes?”/ Sam chuckled
“Awww Cap were you going to CPR me? Wait pretend I’m still out”
“Tony has finally woken up”- Steve groaned without even thinking about answering to Tony. Bucky rolled his eyes: Tony and Sam were always so sarcastic
“So she didn’t kill us?”- asked Sam finally without sarcasm in it -“but if she wasn’t here to kill us, why was she?”
“It was clear it had something to do with Barnes…”- Tony started before suddenly remembering something-“Fuck Friday, sorry about my language Cap”- Tony smirked before starting to check on the AI -“FRIDAY”
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU MR STARK
“Run a complete check on your system”- Tony could feel his friends’ eyes on him
SYSTEM IS WORKING PROPERLY
“Perimeter check”
PERIMETER SECURED
“Ok ok that’s ok”- Tony took a deep breath, whatever the intruder did, hadn’t damaged the AI, she had been honest about that at least -“FRIDAY show us a clear footage of the intruder”
OF COURSE MR STARK.
Everyone focus was on the screen now, waiting for the photo so they could start searching for the intruder. They all wanted answers
“What”- everyone whispered
“What is this FRIDAY?”- Tony asked looking at the photos appearing on the screen
THESE ARE THE FOOTAGES OF ALL THE PEOPLE ENTERING THE COMPOUND WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION FROM THE DAY I WAS ACTIVATED UNTIL TODAY , MR STARK
“Why… FRIDAY show me only the last intruder”- Tony had barely ended his request that a clear photo of Zemo appeared on the screen -“why are you showing me Zemo? Show me the intruder of this morning”
THERE WASNT ANY INTRUDER THIS MORNING MR STARK, THE LAST KNOWN INTRUDER WAS ZEMO
“What the hell”- Sam whispered
“Damn it she’s good, I don’t know how she did it without leaving any trace but it’s like she wasn’t even here.”- Tony said looking at his friends
“Can’t you check the external camera?”- asked Sam
“FRIDAY controls them too, if there was a footage she would have showed it to us already, it’s like she was never here. Don’t you see? No one checked on us, no one knows we have been attacked, her breach didn’t activate any alarm and we don’t even have a photo of her to check who we are dealing with”- Tony was really impressed and a little bit scared too, he counted on FRIDAY a lot and someone had been able to use her against them without a problem
“We have to find a way to find her, she could hurt someone”- Steve said while looking at Buck, he was trying to catch his eyes, but Bucky was avoiding him.
“I’m not sure she is a real danger”- Bucky whispered non knowing if he was ok for him to talk
“Seriously Barnes?”- Sam snorted
“I just mean that she had us unconscious and defenseless and she didn’t hurt us nor anyone else in the compound. Why would she do that if she was dangerous? It’s clear she doesn’t want to hurt anyone”- Bucky said his piece and then stopped
“Ok I’ll give you that, but what does she want then?”- Steve asked his best friend
“Well it’s clear it has something to do with Bucky or maybe should I say the winter soldier since she didn’t seem to know Bucky real name”- everyone turned around to look at Nat. She hadn’t talked since waking up and they had almost forgot she was there -“and she seems to have done some research while we were sleeping”
“What”
“The last files downloaded where the one about the winter soldier program”- Nat showed what she had found while they had been talking
“So what… is she HYDRA?”- asked Tony
“We destroyed Hydra, beside, if she was, why not taking Buck while we were out”- Natasha didn’t know what was going on, but her gut was telling it had little to do with Hydra, and all to do with James Barnes
“So we are at the start again, we don’t know how to find her”- Sam huffed
“No, but maybe something on this file she downloaded could help us”- Steve said - “so let’s start looking through them”
It had been hours since they had strayed to go through the files and it seemed like they never ended. Bucky had decided to go through the footage of the winter soldier program, Steve had asked him if he didn’t want to pass them to someone else but the last thing Bucky wanted was for anyone in the team to watch the videos that were in there.
It had been looking at them for hours when he noticed something strange
“That’s weird”- he said and everyone eyes was suddendly on him
“Did you find something?”- Steve asked
“I don’t know… it’s probably nothing useful for a lead, but there is something strange for sure here”
“What is it?”
“They have years of footage of me, they had always eyes on me, whenever and wherever in the facility I was they were filming me, even when I was in cryo sleep. But there is something missing, you see the date on this video? The one immediately after it’s dated almost two years later”- Bucky looked at Steve trying to understand what his friend was thinking
“Why does it matter?”- Sam asked
“Why the gap?”- Asked Tony
“That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean if it was only a day or two it could be that they had been deleted or they got lost, but it’s almost two years”- Bucky waited for anyone to say something but they were all in silence
“Play the two non consequential videos”- Nat said finally
“The first one is just me getting out of cryo, probably for a mission, and the one dated two years later is me while they delete my memories again”- Buck said without playing the videos, he wanted to avoid it if it was possible
“Play the second one Buck”- Nat asked once again
The video wasn’t long: Buck entered the room, they forced him to sit and soon Bucky’s scream was filling the room
“Play it again and turn the volume up as much as you can”- everyone listened once again in silence -“did you hear it? Before they start the process what are you saying, you’re mumbling something”- Nat looked at Bucky
“I don’t know Nat, I wasn’t really all right in the head”
“Play it once again and fucking listen Barnes”
Bucky took a deep breath and focused all his senses on the sound of the video, trying to understand what his past self was mumbling
“Remember to look at the moon… wherever you are just look at the moon”- Bucky looked at the team as soon as those words left his mouth. Why had he said those words just before Hydra deleted his memories? And why had the intruder asked him about the moon too?
“Well it seems the chick wasn’t bat shit crazy after all”
Bucky almost didn’t hear Tony because all he could think about was the beautiful girl with glowing eyes. It was clear her asking about the moon was a catch phrase they had planned together, so she could know it was actually him she was talking to. But when had they created that phrase? Why was she looking for him now? And most importantly why did she looked crushed when he hadn’t been able to answer it?
Bucky looked at the screen again where the videos was still playing, even without looking at himself in the mirror, he knew that, right now, he had the same lost look in his eyes as the one he had had in the videos as soon as the resetting process had finished.
“Winter” taglist: @stockholmdolly @meisspookycrayon
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FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
This shit has me in the strongest chock hold
First Date
Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader
Ch. 2 of Blue is For Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3
Word count: 6.0k
Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out on a real first date, but what does that look like when you don’t have anyone to watch your son?
Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think that’s all it’s pretty cute
AN: Okay… I know this took forever to get out, but I started writing one idea that takes place after this and had a hard time transitioning, so I started over and wrote this chapter instead 😂 If you’re waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise it’s coming 😉 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily 💙
“NO! It’s gonna fall!” Your son screeched from the living room. And as you continued to chop up your taco meat in the pan, you heard a heavy thump on the ground and an excited giggle from the four-year-old.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Ben’s developing motor skills and small size gave him a slight disadvantage as he played his favorite Bluey game, and Bucky was far too invested in how high he could get their high score. Keepy Uppy experts, they called themselves, smacking a balloon this way and that trying to keep it off of the floor.
You weren’t sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didn’t have the heart to make them stop.
It hadn’t taken long for Bucky Barnes to find a place for himself in your lives, and it had been far easier to get him through your door since that first night he came over for dinner. It started with dinners here and there until he was almost expected at the table each night. Ben wanting to show off his school projects had turned into after-school play dates, which then became a demanding four-year-old and a super soldier on call, ready to be at your doorstep in a moment's notice.
One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ‘no’ and do his own thing. But he walked in with a sweet smile and soft touches, greeting Ben with equal enthusiasm. Before you could even get it out, Bucky made sure you knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be.
When it was just the two of you, Ben would often tell you that Bucky was his best friend. And after you put him to bed, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush when Bucky’s nightly text messages came in. “Bedtime went okay?” translated to it’s my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face.
“MAMA!” You snapped your head up in Ben’s direction, seeing the blue balloon floating across the counter that divided your kitchen and your living room. Glancing at Bucky, he gave you a wink as his eyes danced between you and the balloon.
With both boys looking at you with anticipation, how could you deny them?
Resting your spatula against the pan, you scurried to the counter and got up on your toes, leaning across it to smack the balloon back into the living room where Ben bounced over to it. You watched them for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you watched the brick wall of a man play so sweetly with Ben, complete with goofy faces and exaggerated movements just to make him laugh.
That shouldn’t have been all it took to make you absolutely head over heels for him. And yet you had to physically make yourself look away and focus on cooking dinner to avoid watching him with heart eyes. Logically, watching a man play well with your four-year-old shouldn’t have been the root of your affections… but it was kind of hard for it to be anything else when Ben was always with you.
“Hey, we kept it up twenty-four times, that’s pretty good!” Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended.
“Let’s do it again! We’ll really beat the high score this time,” Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle.
“How about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? I’ll be back in a sec,” he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself.
Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Bucky’s large hands smoothed over the middle of your back. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, and you tried to cover it up by turning to meet his gaze, finding him leaning against the counter beside you with a cocked brow.
“Hey sugar, come here often?” He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places.
“Only every day of my life,” you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face.
“Can I help you with anything?” He asked gently.
“I mean… you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?”
“And now I’m talking to you,” he winked at you, removing his hand from your back so he could tend to the other pot simmering on the stove. You tried to ignore how much you missed the feeling. “He’ll be fine, I’ll go back out there in a few minutes.”
“Mmm, okay… so what do you want?” You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. “I’m smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I- well, not because I don’t want to spend time with you,” he quickly defended himself, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “It’s- c’mon, we were playing keepy uppy, you can’t expect me to turn that down,” he argued, now laughing with you.
“But you do have a question for me?” He nodded in defeat.
“I was just wondering… Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?”
Oh.
That question.
The one that, with men you had entertained in the past, had meant they were done playing family man, that they wanted Ben to be someone else’s problem so they could get you alone. It was always pitched to you like it was some kind of fantasy of yours, like they were doing you this big favor by giving you a reason not to be Mom. As if that was ever something you wanted to escape.
It usually meant the end of whatever short-lived flirtationship you had allowed. They would show their true colors, turning into ugly versions of themselves when denied what they were really after. Your walls would go back up, you would keep your baby close to your chest, and you would never hear from them again.
But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldn’t be farther from them.
“I uh… No, I don’t,” you started shyly, not very good at hiding how his question had caught you off guard. But when you watched his expression shift, it was soft, and there was no leap to a defense. He was different. “I’ve been working from home since Ben was born, and I only went back to the office because he started going to school. Other than friends here and there…” You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” he started, taking a deep breath before he looked back at you, still effortlessly reducing you to a puddle with one look despite his evident nerves. “I was thinking of asking you out on a date.”
It was annoying what that one sentence did to you.
“Figured I’d do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.”
Just for one night… you’d never heard that one before.
“I can.” What were you saying? “I can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? I’m sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.”
What were you saying?
It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone else’s supervision. But he was all you had. And it’s not like you required much from a potential sitter, keeping him safe and happy was all you really cared about. But it was so hard to let go of him, and far easier to just reschedule things for another time. Now you were agreeing to hand your baby away because a pair of pretty blue eyes said he wanted to treat you to a night out.
And you wanted it.
Before you could take it back, even before the rush of mom guilt started to flood in, Bucky was already swooping in to rescue you from your spiraling thoughts.
“Hang on, don’t go pawning him off on someone you don’t trust, you’re gonna stress me out,” he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. “I just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.”
The relief that flooded your body was more satisfying than you could have ever imagined. And somehow there was still room to be disappointed in what you lost. The idea of sitting at a table in a nice restaurant and being able to talk, really talk without the fear of what little ears could hear…
With Bucky, it sounded wonderful.
“I still want to take you out on a date,” he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head.
“And how do you think that’s gonna work, Buck?” You laughed, amused by the image of you and Bucky in a fancy dining room joined by a booster seat and a plate of chicken nuggets. “Just give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, I’ll find someone he’ll be okay with.”
“Nah, we’ll take him with us,” He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. “Psst…. Ben… c’mere.” You watched in intrigue as your son quickly abandoned the balloon he was tossing into the air to toddle over to the super soldier, launching himself into Bucky’s arms as the tall man kneeled down.
“What do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?” he offered, and your son immediately lit up.
“Is today Saturday?” You and Bucky shared a look.
“No buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you don’t go to school.” Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied.
“Why?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Ben’s responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head.
“Well… so we can all spend some time together. We’ll go get hot dogs, and I’ll take you guys to the park. And maybe I’ll treat you guys to…” Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. “Maybe I’ll get us a treat afterward. How’s that sound?”
“Good!” Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. “Bucky?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Can tomorrow be Saturday?” Bucky’s face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldn’t help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise.
“Ben, honey,” you started, and Ben’s face appeared under Bucky’s bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. “Why don’t you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?”
You watched him struggle to climb around Bucky’s arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched – and helped – in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Bucky’s ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Ben’s ticklish whispers than you were.
And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Ben’s ear. When he backed away, the two boys shared a look, nodding in agreement. Thick as thieves… Bucky nodded his head towards you, getting Ben to finally loop you into the plan.
“Bucky sayed yes! He sayed it’s a date,” he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too.
“Then tomorrow it is,” you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees.
“Keepy Uppy! Come on, let’s go!” Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Bucky’s hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didn’t make a difference.
“Hold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,” he laughed, and Ben groaned as he returned to the living room to play by himself. You kept yourself propped up against the counter as Bucky approached you, confident that your weakened knees needed another moment to be able to support you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you into anything,” you smiled, and he shook his head.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfect” he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just glad he’s so excited.”
“Me too,” you sighed, glancing back out into the living room to see your son laid out on the edge of the couch as he tossed his balloon into the air. “So, what treat did you change your mind about?” You asked with a grin.
“It wasn’t so much that I changed my mind? I just didn’t think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,” he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you.
He was different.
…
“Alright I’ve got one,” Bucky offered from his spot on the wooden bench next to you, the two of you sitting on the perimeter of the park taking turns scooping bites from the rest of Ben’s cup of chocolate ice cream, which he’d ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream.
“Oh this should be good,” you teased, handing him the small cup as you finished your bite. After having gotten hot dogs and walked around the city, you had already crossed off the usual first date topics and found yourselves in this sort of game of twenty questions. The main difference is that you were trying to take advantage of your time without little ears. Well, not being in an enclosed space with little ears.
“What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite – he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you.
“Okay, this one wasn’t exactly terrible, but just weird,” you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. “This guy took me out to eat at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Literally, it was just a window on the side of the tiniest building I’ve ever seen.
“We end up sitting to eat it in a park close by, and I start to think that the date can finally start. But then I look over and see him picking all his toppings off.” Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. “After he’d polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.”
“And then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?” he asked incredulously. When you nodded, he closed his eyes and dropped his head into one of his hands, rubbing his face in what could only be described as despair.
“I lasted about halfway through the crust before I threw etiquette out the window, and asked him what the hell he was doing to that poor piece of pizza. He just laughed and told me he’d been eating it that way since he was a kid.”
“Please tell me you got up and left immediately,” he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story.
You could have said that. That would be the normal thing to answer with, especially when talking about a different man on a first date.
“That uh… that was actually Ben’s dad.”
Or just put it all out there. That’s… that’s what you did. Way to make it awkward.
You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to look at you with his brows raised as if he’d just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise.
“So that’s why Ben eats pizza like that…”
“Like a weirdo? Apparently,” you finished, and Bucky chuckled to himself as he looked back out at the playground to check on the boy in question, and you admired his features as he did. “He’s never met that man in his life, but I guess pizza preferences are genetic. He just came out of the womb ready to confuse anyone who has to see him tear into a pepperoni pizza.”
“I’ve told you I’m from Brooklyn, right? New York?” He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.
“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. “It probably drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”
“A little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,” he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. “You should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.”
“Oh yeah? And which way is that?”
“You fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,” he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit – his New York was a few decades behind the trends – but that was exactly how you’d seen him manhandle his slices last week.
“His hands are too small for that!” You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended.
“So we teach him now. Fix it before it’s too late, and then when he’s older we won’t have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.”
The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him.
There was still an amused grin on his face, but the implication behind his words still hung in the air, and you could tell he was weighing his options as he watched your face for any trace of a response to how many times he had said we, not to mention talk of still being around when Ben was a little older.
“I- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,” he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along.
“Well, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didn’t bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up because of it.
“Yeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?” He asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at you as he adjusted his spot on the bench, ending up just a little bit closer to you.
“That depends on what you’re planning,” you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression.
Your innocent laughter was quick to fade when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips in a way that should not have had as much of an effect on you as it did, finding his baby blues darting down to your lips before returning your gaze.
“You’ve got something, right here…” he husked, the arm that had been resting against the back of the park bench moving slyly to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips.
“Hmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?” you managed as his face inched closer to yours, scanning your expression for any sign of rebuttal. Lucky for him, you were so giddy with anticipation that you may as well have had a green light on your forehead.
“Mhm, you did,” he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me get that for you…”
“How kind of you,” you whispered, earning you a bright smile as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as you anticipated his next move.
The moment Bucky’s lips met yours, you could have been easily convinced that the world around you had fallen away. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close.
It was pure. Fucking. Bliss.
His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadn’t realized was empty, curing some secret ache in your soul. The hand cupping your cheek slipped to the back of your neck to hold you just that much closer, angling his face to kiss you again, keeping you close to him. He touched you as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured while he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive.
Bucky parted the kiss and held his lips away from yours by mere centimeters, an immediate wave of disappointment washing over you, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. And again. And again.
“What do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?” he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath.
“I think I’ll let it slide,” you teased right back, delighted by the huff of amusement you got from the muscular man in front of you, more than eager to let him lean back in to keep kissing you…
“MAMA!”
Honestly, you should have seen it coming.
Bucky’s lips had only just touched yours when Ben called for you from across the playground, and you could feel the super-soldier's wide grin spreading across his face as you scrunched your nose.
You put on your best attentive mother face as you turned to look at your son, finding him attempting to run up to you through the wood chips of the playground, his eyes trained on the handful of leaves in his hands.
“Yes baby?” you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky.
“I buyed you more ice cream!” Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery.
“That was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,” you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice – Bucky’s chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded – as you pretended to nibble on the leaves you’d been gifted. This was probably the fourth time you’d gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three.
When you emptied his “bowl” by tossing his leaves to the side, just as you and Bucky had alternated doing for the past six handfuls, you assumed he would return back to the game of cafe so his new friends could “wash the dishes.” That was the pattern, that’s how the game was supposed to go.
But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your son’s next move would prove to be wrong.
So of course, possibly the only time where you might have wanted him to keep playing his game and leave you to find your own entertainment on the park bench, he patted his hands on his pants and began climbing into your lap. Pushing limbs to the side, almost kicking Bucky in the abdomen, actually headbutting you in the abdomen… the whole nine yards.
“What uh… what are you doin, bud?” you asked once he’d settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him.
“I jus’ wanted to snuggle you,” he shrugged, wiggling impossibly closer to you as he looked back out at the playground, perfectly content to watch the other children play as he sat with the two of you. You rolled your eyes for only Bucky to see, getting another laugh out of him as you squeezed your son tight.
“Thank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,” you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “You have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.” Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing.
While you definitely would have enjoyed getting to kiss him just a little bit longer, getting cuddled by your son while Bucky tucked in close and wrapped an arm around your shoulders was a very close second.
…
You shut the door to Ben’s room gently behind you, tip-toeing out into the living room where Bucky was waiting for you, leaning up against the arm of the couch with his hands resting gently in his lap. He raised his brows expectantly, silently asking how it went.
You waved a hand across your face. “He’s out,” you whispered, making Bucky smile.
“I thought he would be,” he said softly, nodding slowly. “I could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.” You laughed as you remembered Ben’s antics, climbing all over Bucky as he sat on the couch, doing anything he could to fight sleep, and laughing at just about anything that the super-soldier said to him whether it was meant to be comical or not.
“You wore him out!” you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kids’ game of chase.” He giggled as you stepped into the space between his legs, his hands instinctively lifting off of his lap to rest comfortably on your hips. “Earned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked sweetly, tilting his head in intrigue as you ran your hands up and down his muscular arms. Very muscular arms… You bit your lips and nodded to answer, earning a deep hum. “Did it earn me any points with Ben’s mom?”
Your eyes found the chain of his dog tags hanging around his neck, tucked into the soft sweater that stretched over his chest. Buying yourself time to find the right words to answer his flirtatious question, you trailed your hands up his shoulders until they found the beaded chain. Slowly you pulled them out and kept them hooked in two of your fingers, the chain taught against his neck as you finally met his gaze.
The blue of his eyes was slowly being overtaken by his pupils as he watched you. Not completely, but just enough to be noticeable, and it gave you a surge of confidence. You still had it.
“You earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,” you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his.
“How soon can I cash it in?” The gravel of his voice rumbled through his body, and you felt it go directly to your core. You gave a slight tug on the chain in your hands, clueing him into your answer.
He didn’t need telling twice. Bucky followed the pull of his dog tags and leaned in to reconnect his lips with yours, and the second they hit home you melted into his grasp. You dropped the chain and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting most of your weight in his arms as his hands slid to wrap around your hips, holding you tight.
It was hot, full of fire and hunger. He moved against you like it was second nature, tuned into every little sign and indicator your body was giving him, rendering you practically boneless. He nipped at your bottom lip, and teased your tongue with his own as you let him in, no thoughts in your head save from letting him keep kissing you like his life depended on it.
Before you could wrap your brain around needing to stop for air, Bucky broke the kiss. His lips were so close, and yet so far, hovering inches away from yours. You spared a glance to see why he was torturing you like this, leaning back slightly to find his eyebrows furrowed as he stood completely still, peering out of his peripheral vision to follow… whatever it was he heard.
After a few moments of silence, he relaxed again, turning his focus back to you and donning a sheepish grin when you raised your brows in question. “Sorry, I thought I heard Ben.”
Ben… Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room.
You didn’t even have the brain power to remember where you were, let alone keep your motherly instincts intact. Usually, it was you who had the all-hearing ears, being able to pick up on any slight out-of-place movement your son may have made.
This time you didn’t. But Bucky did. While making out with you.
“Are you even real?” You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. “I mean, it’s enough of a task trying to find a man even willing to give a single mom the time of day. But here you are, buying him ice cream on our first date and listening for him mid-makeout.” His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement.
“Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right, but that’s… I don’t feel like I deserve praise for that,” he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. “I actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying ‘we’ so many times… I- I hope I didn’t freak you out.”
The longer he kept talking, the more you were convinced you were dreaming. At any moment you would wake up, and this wonderful wonderful man would be ripped away from you.
But when the dream didn’t end, you were quick to ease his worries. “Please don’t apologize for that, it was- okay, I don’t want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.”
Bucky tilted his head in question, gesturing for you to keep talking, and you took a moment to find the right words to explain what you were trying to tell him. Words that didn’t make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did.
“The guys I’ve dated in the past… well, I’ll just say that they were less concerned about finding a sitter specifically for the first date, and more interested in finding a way to get Ben out of the equation completely.” You had more to say, but for a moment all you could do was watch him. His face changed as soon as the words left your lips, and you were momentarily fascinated by the thinly veiled discomfort that took over his expression.
Bucky was angry.
Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you – as a complete unit – was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasn’t even seeking a reward for it. This wasn’t a show, he wasn’t trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else.
“I’d way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older… it’s a nice change from having to explain why Ben’s dad hasn’t come to take him away for the weekend,” you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. “I like having you around all the time, watching you play together. You’re really good with him, Buck.”
That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. “I try,” he shrugged. “He’s a sweet boy, it’s hard to tell him no.”
“I know,” you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. “Y’know, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that you’re his best friend.” Bucky’s face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey.
“As much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,” he started, sparing a glance towards Ben’s room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldn’t think that was crazy. “He deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.” The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them – and all their many differences – making for a comical image in your head. “Don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.”
“Oh really? Not any of your superhero friends?” You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. “And what about me?” He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.
“I was reserving something else for you…” he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body.
“And what would that be?” you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Bucky’s grip on you tightened as he rose from the arm of the couch, his darkening eyes never leaving yours as he walked you backwards through your apartment, keeping you balanced as you did your best to keep your feet on the ground.
“Mmm, I think you’ll just have to wait and see,” he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. “I think I’ve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,” Bucky whispered.
He didn’t give you time to come up with a witty reply before he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours ever so softly, one arms slinking around your waist to pull you flush to him as his other left you, but you couldn’t dedicate any thought to where it might have gone when you were running your hands through his hair and enjoying the pleased sounds it drew out of him.
It didn’t last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses – not nearly enough, in your opinion – giving you a shit eating grin. He whispered a goodnight, stepping back to admire the flustered state he was leaving you in before walking back towards your front door, coat already in hand. And with one last wink he was gone, the door clicking softly as he shut it gently behind him, conscious of the sleeping four year old inside the apartment.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, bracing yourself against the wall just inside your apartment as you went over the events of the night, remembering each sweet gaze, tender touch, and absolutely tantalizing kiss he had given you. One thing was for sure; it was without a doubt the most romantic date you had ever been on.
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the wall, moving to go double-check on Ben before starting your own nightly routine. You stopped in your tracks when your phone vibrated in your pocket, your face quickly breaking into a smile when Bucky’s name appeared on the screen.
If we’re still throwing out first date rules, I don’t have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, I’m glad you agree.
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The Room
Summary// Captured by Hydra and forced into experiments, you are made for the winter soldier.
Pairing// Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!reader
Warnings// it’s smut. Don’t read if you don’t like the idea of torture.
Authours note// not sure if I like this one yet or not but I have some more ideas that are going to be coming soon! Stay tuned! If you are under 18, DO NOT INTERACT! Do not steal or post anywhere else. Reblogs and feedback are encouraged.
You wake in a dark cold room with a pounding headache. You have no clue where you are, how you got here, who you were. You didn’t know your name, where you were from, your parents. Nothing. Your mind was blank. Scared, alone, lost. What was going on?
A sound of rattling keys pulls you from your thoughts. Two armed guards, and a man dressed in a white lab coat appeared in front of you. The guards each grabbed one of your arms and pulled you out of the room. You were weak, very weak. Could barely walk by yourself. They took to another room, this one bigger and full of medical equipment it seemed. The guards slammed you forcefully into a chair before strapping you in.
“Wait. No. What are you doing?” You start thrashing for all your worth trying to break free. However, it was a pitiful attempt, the doctor laughed at you. Shoving a mouth guard through your lips. Your screaming, knowing you can’t get away. What were these men going to do with you? You had no choice but to just take whatever it was. The doctor injects you with something. Your vision begins to go blurry. You’re screwed. “ночь ночь.” (“Night night”)Was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep.
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You wake up again in a cold dark room this time naked. Shivering you curl yourself into a ball in the corner crying. You had no clue what they had done to you, how long you were asleep. A rustling sound from the other corner of the room startled you. You’re not alone. Slowly sitting up with your knee to your chest covering your body, squinting to try to see through the darkness. The person slowly walks towards you, a man. He’s tall, built like a brick wall. You curl tighter into yourself, not knowing what he’s going to do to you.
“I’m not going to hurt you” he speaks. His voice lower than you thought. He crouches a few feet in front of you. “Why am I here?” You weep. “They aim to please me with woman for my cooperation.” He says quietly. You were so confused, scared. Breaking down and crying, the man pulled you into his chest. You gave up and melted into the embrace. He hushes and rocks you in his arms. Sleep slowly talking over your weak body.
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Waking up you realize he had moved you both to the small bed. He had you covered with the thin blanket. Your body still naked, he wanted you to be comfortable around him. He had a feeling you were different than the rest of the woman the scientists have brought him.
You still weren’t sure why they chose you to satisfy the soldier. But you couldn’t deny the man was handsome. A strong jawline, beautiful blue eyes and the long brown hair that framed his face perfectly. His body rippled with muscles, all you wanted to do was feel them. You could feel them. Pressed against your body, holding you. He had been keeping you warm the whole night. The warmest you’ve been since arriving at this place.
You didn’t know he was awake, slowly you pushed back closer to his body. Your butt slid across his groin. He didn’t move, you weren’t sure what took over you but a rush of heat hit you like a brick wall. You needed to be touched. The heat had settled in your lower stomach making you whimper. Rolling your hips again, the soldier finally touched you. Grabbing your hip and turning you to face him. “What’s wrong princess?” He says with a slight smirk on his face as if he knew something you didn’t. “Hot, need.. you.” You whimper tears streaming down your face at this point. “Such a needy girl. A naughty Omega.” He growls lowly in your ear. You had heard about humans who were born as alpha, betas or omegas but you were not. It must have been in one of the injections, you thought. I had to have been.
The soldier had you pinned beneath him nosing over your scent glad. He just met you but he already knew that you were his, meant for him, made for him. He would bond you, but not until you begged him to. Your head was a fuzzy blur at this point, you dove straight into your first heat. Which then sent the soldier into his rut.
You wiggled your body against the front of his, whining as you felt his cock already hard through his pants. He growled, kissing the side of your neck up to your mouth. You kissed him with need, want. Not thinking much of it other than a simple fuck. Your hands worked the shirt over his shoulders revealing his chest. One arm human, one arm metal. Scars spread from the shoulder of his metal one. Your hands explored his chest then his abs, down to his pants where you began to work on the belt. His lips never left your body, sucking small marks into your skin. You pulled his pants down exposing his cock. He was big, thick, you weren’t sure he’d fit. You just wrapped your legs around his hips. He stopped, looking you in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He speaks quietly. Nodding your head doesn’t seem to please him. “Words, Omega. Need you hear you.” He says deeply. “Yes. Soldier please.” You say. It was enough to get him to move along. His metal hand crept between your body’s stopping at your clit, feeling just how much slick your body had created. He could have came on the spot just from the feel of how wet you were.
The soldier wasted no time lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushing into making sure to give you time to adjust to his size. He wasn’t sure if you were a virgin or not, hell he didn’t even know your name. You whined and moaned. The stretch wasn’t pleasant but you could handle it. He stopped once he was completely sheathed inside you. He waited until you had given him the okay to start moving. He slowly drew his hips back before snapping them straight back towards yours. Your mind went blank when his thrust continued to hit your sweet spot. Moans poured out of you uncontrollably. The soldier kept his face buried in your neck while snapping his hips into you at a relentless pace.
You felt a hot sensation in your stomach slowly growing to spread all over you. You couldn’t hold back your pleasure and he knew it. He could smell how close to cumming you were. He sped his pace up until your mouth was hanging open and you couldn’t breathe. Your orgasm crashed over you like a waterfall soaking the soldiers dick and the bed below you. The soldier continued to fuck you slower this time. You were sensitive and he knew. You felt the base of his cock swell, he was close. His hand once again crept between your bodies to slowly rub circles into your clit.
A new batch of slick replace the old stuff making it easy for the soldier to slip in and out without hesitation. He had you falling over the edge for the second time that night. His face buried in your neck sucking marks and moaning. His knot caught inside you as you were both cumming, locking you together.
He flipped you over so you were laying on top of his large body. You snuggled into him before slipping into a sleep again.
Waking up, you saw he ordered one of the guards to grab more blankets, snacks and water. He had some pull around the facility it seemed because within 15 minutes there was a stack of big fluffy blankets, food and drinks outside the door. In the mix was a pair of shorts and a tank top for you to wear once you were ready to go out.
You had a feeling this wasn’t the last time you would be staying in a room with the soldier.
Chicken nuggies.
Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.
Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.
That wasn't good.
"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"
Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.
"Buck-
"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.
As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.
He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.
"Do we try and help or-
"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"
You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.
Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.
Then you saw him beside you.
Such a gorgeous man.
Handsome.
One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.
"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.
You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.
There was only one thing you wanted now.
"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.
"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.
A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.
It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.
*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*
"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"
jealous!bucky, my beloved <3
some agent trying to chat you up, natasha deliberately talking to you about who you could go on a date with, sam jokingly flirting with you...
your eyes lingering on someone passing by, you talking about your past relationships, crushes and celebrities you find attractive...
you aren't even together, and yet. he can't help but frown whenever something like that happens
zemo kissing your hand in greeting almost has him growling, only with effort he refrains himself from ripping him off of you all while sam is trying to stifle his laughter, pressing his fist to his lips
oh how he wished to call you his and show everyone who gets to close who you belong to
Imagine: Cuddling with Bucky at morning
You wake up and feel safe in his arms. You look over, his hair tousled, his nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep. You snuggle up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to his, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to you warm touch.
Both of your bodies are buried under the covers, yet you can see his silhouette from the dim light peering in. The light made body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of. You couldn’t think of anything better to do than kiss them. You trace your fingers along his trapezius muscle, then down to his deltoids.
You kiss his cheek lightly, and close your eyes for a second. When you open them, you see him slowly opening his eyes, like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring back at you. You press your chest against his, your heartbeat starting to pace with his again. You grab his hand and intertwine fingers with his. Your lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part. “Good morning, gorgeous” you hear his voice. You're so engulfed in your passion for him, that you don’t even realize his lips moving.
You smile at him, playing with his hair lightly. “I love you..” you finally say. “All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning.." He smiles brightly, running fingers thorough your hair. "You're my soul mate" he whisperes kissing your nose.
Author: Nad
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Imagine: Your father, the Winter Soldier, is expecting to see you with a good manners at an upcoming S.H.I.E.L.D party
Request from: Anonymous
It was late in the evening when Bucky finally came back to his little house at the suburbs of the New York.
Tomorrow it has to be a very important day to him - a banquet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. There might be a lot of an important figures. Including the directorate of the organisation.
There was only one little problem. The Winter Soldier's daughter.
Bucky took off his jacket and threw it carelessly at the couch in a living room. Then he directed his steps at an upper floor, heading directly into his daughter's room.
He knocked briefly before he came in, not even waiting for her permission to do so.
"Y/N, we need to talk" he said simply, igniting the light.
The teenager was laying on the bed, in her headphones on her head. He could easily hear what she was listening to, it was one of his favourite songs, "Enjoy the silence" by Depeche Mode.
As soon as light has brightened the room, girl at on the bed and gave him a look.
"DAAAAD! I DIDN'T SAY YOU CAN COME IN!" she yelled in a low voice, rolling her eyes as she did so.
A mischief grin appeared on Bucky's lips before he spoke.
"Do you remember what's tomorrow?"
Girl only huffed angrily, laying back down on her pillow.
"Sure I do, but I'm not planning to go there. I have better things to do".
Bucky chuckled coldly.
"Like what, my dear? If you think you'll again be riding around the city with that silly idiot, I mean your boyfriend, you're so wrong, babygirl" he leaned his back against the door frame. "You're going at the banquet with me, I don't want to hear any complaining about that".
Girl took her headphones off and crossed her arms on her chest.
"I said no. Can't you understand that? Lord! I just won't sit there, look like a little plastic doll and be supppper sweeeeet to your friends" she shrugged slightly. "I wanna party with my homies, dad! God, you'll never understand a girly needs!"
Bucky ran fingers through his thick hair, letting out a loud sigh.
"Y/N, please. It's really deadly important to me. Can you at least give it a try?"
He was so done at the moment, but he knew that if he will pass it out, he won't be able to execute anything else from her for next few days. She was oh so stubborn. Just like her mother...
"Please. Only 4 hours. You'll put something fancy, but okay, I can agree for something else than a dress. You'll talk with people a bit, then you'll be free" he was trying to give her a reasonable arguments. He just wanted her to understand his position..
Girl was silent for a while, however after that she got off her bed and walked to him, nuzzling tightly to his chest.
"Okay dad. But only this one time. I'm not keen on stuff like that and you know it" she whispered.
Bucky wrapped arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.
"That's my girl" he mumbled happily, inhaling a scent of a shampoo from her fluffy dark hair.
She lifted her chin to face him.
"Nothing can cool us down, dad" she said.
Bucky gave a nod, giggling a bit.
"Pizza?" He offered, smiling brightly.
Young woman nodded and ran quickly to the kitchen.
Author: Beast
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Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child
Request from: Anonymous
"I'm telling you, you're doing this in a wrong way, Steve" Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.
Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve's hand. "Give it to me. He's going to be sick if you'll feed him with a cold milk!" brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. "It shall has a room temperature."
Steve grinned, looking at his friend. "I didn't know you know that much about children" he pointed out, smirking.
Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. "Nah. It's just an instinct.." he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.
Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve's fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.
When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy's back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. "Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!" Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.
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Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby's bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. "Hey, baby boy.." he whispered in a soft voice of his. "Why are you crying?" Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn't help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.
Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. "That was incredibly sweet."
It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend's eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. "I've been telling you. It's nothing more but instinct" brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve's side before he left the room.
Author: Beast
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