Authors Note: Alright, here it is. Sorry it’s a bit late but I had shit to do. Tell me what you think? What do you think should happen next? Also, next part is gonna be a little…well, steamy? They start training and that means all kinds of touching…
Warnings: alcohol, swearing, jealously, shorter than before
Word Count: 1961
“You can’t be seriously be avoiding this, (Y/N).” Steve sighed,“This is a big deal. You don’t understand. Buck thought he didn’t have a soulmate, that he didn’t have the perfect match…”
(Y/N) shook her head,“Steve, he hates me. There is no way I’m gonna just come out and say I’m his soulmate.” She insisted,“That’s just ridiculous, he would never be on board with it.”
Steve let out another deep sigh, giving her his signature ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look.“You aren’t changing my mind, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) let out an over-dramatic groan before getting up to mope in her room instead of listening to Steve act like a father putting his foot down.
There was no way that Steve’s little plan would work. It didn’t matter if Bucky was her partner for missions now, it wasn’t gonna make him like her.
Steve acted like she was the bad guy in this, like she wasn’t torn apart about it all. She had been waiting for this day, dreaming about a guy who was on her side. She was finally going to have someone who cared.
Of course fate had screw with her, it always did. She didn’t know why she thought this would be any different from every other important person in her life.
(Y/N) walked down the hallway to her bedroom, passing by Bucky who was radiating with aggravation. It peaked her interest, and before she even knew it, she had zoned in on him.
Bucky shut the door to the meeting room where Steve was, the slam echoing through the Headquarters. Or at least she thinks it did, her hearing was slightly inferior to everyone else’s.
“How dare you partner me up with her? She’s insufferable.” Bucky stated, making (Y/N) heart ache at her soulmate’s words.
“She isn’t insufferable, Buck. C'mon, you need to ease up on her. I like you might ever like her.” Steve said with a knowing tone.
Bucky laughed dryly,“No way. She’s walks around like she is better than everyone, and she has no regard for anyone else. I can’t work with her, Steve.”
“Well, you don’t have a choice, Bucky. This is how things work. You work with her, it doesn’t matter if you like her or not.” He told him,“You’re partners now. You work together and you protect each other. Just…try it out, okay? Give it a month or at least four missions to see how you fight together.”
(Y/N) zoned out after that, taking a turn into the training room instead of going to her room. Maybe she just needed to work out these emotions on a punching bag.
It was two hours of punching and kicking, practicing moves and letting her senses take over before Natasha came in with a mischievous grin.
“Let’s get you all dolled up.” She said with a teasing tone. (Y/N) just raised her eyebrows as she drank from her water bottle.
Once she swallowed, she replied,“For what exactly?”
“We’re all going out to a club. A private one, of course. We would track too much attention if we went to a bar. Now, come on. Wanda, You, and I are all getting dressed up, and having fun. Cause honey, you need it.”
(Y/N) laughed at that, nodding slightly before following Natasha back to her room. After a quick shower, and a thin layer of makeup, (Y/N) was slipping on the little black dress with a sparkling bottom/skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. Her cleavage popped out teasingly and her smooth legs were covered with black stockings.
Wanda and Natasha both whistled,“Wow, you might have Barnes on his knees!” Natasha teased and (Y/N) rollled her eyes.
“Whatever, he wants to kill me, not fuck me.” She commented as she grabbed her purse so she could join everyone to head out to the club.
That began the night of the unexpected. The private club was crowded with mingling adults and flashing neon lights. The music vibrated the floor and through her veins. The atmosphere was a mix of hormonal, foggy, and giddy. And (Y/N) honestly couldn’t wait to join them.
Natasha ordered everyone shots as soon as they got in the door, making a toast to the Avengers before everyone threw their heads back for the shot.
It wasn’t long until everyone spread out. (Y/N) stayed at the bar, eyes roaming over the mass of people before her eyes landed on Bucky.
He was across the room, talking to a girl in a tight pink dress who was giggling way too much and touching on his arm. It made (Y/N) sick to watch, shaking her head. Wow, she couldn’t believe this. She barely knew the guy but she wanted so bad to beat this girl because Bucky Barnes was her soulmate.
But he didn’t know that. He’d never accept it if he did.
(Y/N) cleared her throat,“I need the strong alcohol you have, sir.” She said to the bartender who nodded quickly before starting to mix some weird drink that she couldn’t hear over the music.
One drink, then two, turned to six and then she was on the dance floor. She was surrounded by singles, grinding against any guy who pressed up against her. Everything was foggy, which was unusual for her cause her sense are usually the clearest thing to her.
She didn’t know when, or why, but Natasha pulled her out of the sea of boys and back into the crowd of friends.“Hey, (Y/N),” Nat said, snapping her fingers to get her attention.“I think you need to go home. Bucky’s heading home and you’re going with him before you do something stupid.”
“But he haaaates meeee.” (Y/N) whined, pouting at her best friend.
“He will get you home safe. Now, go, you’re too drunk to be left alone.” Natasha insisted as Bucky helped (Y/N) stumble to a cab.
Bucky told the cab driver the address as (Y/N) swayed in her seat a little.“Bucky…why are you so quiet? Did you not have fun?” She asked.
Bucky cleared his throat a little,“Um..well, it’s hard to have fun when you can’t get drunk. Steve’s friendly with everyone already, so he doesn’t need the alcohol. But I’m not as lose, I guess.” He shrugged,“Can’t get drunk and being the only sober one isn’t very fun.”
(Y/N) started to giggle to herself,“What if I told you I could help you?” She said mischievously.
Bucky raised his brows,“And how would you do that?”
“Oh, my good friend, Thor, God of Thunder and sunshine hair, gifted us with some Asgardian liquor…and man, it’s made for Gods, and I’ve seen Steve get drunk off of it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said hesitantly.
“Oh c'mon, don’t be such a buzz kill…” (Y/N) whispered,“It could be fun. It’s just one nights. You can hate me tomorrow, okay?”
Bucky glanced over at her, watching her carefully before letting out a sigh.“I mean, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad…but let’s keep this between us, yeah?”
(Y/N) grinned in victory,“Yeah!” She giggled as the cab stopped in from of their building. Bucky helped her out, a hand on her lower back so she didn’t trip or anything as they walked into the building.
“I need to get out of this thing…” She whispered, not noticing the smirk on Bucky’s face.
“Why? You look good. It’s…” He scratched the back of his neck,“It’s a nice dress, fits well.”
(Y/N) barely heard his comment as she was already unzipping the back of the dress, and Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe of her tan and fit body. He eventually had to turn away as she was stripping down as she walked to her bed room.
When she came back, she was in a pair of short shorts and a flannel, carrying an unlabeled bottle of liquor.
“This is for you, Mr. Barnes.” She said, handing him the bottle. He looked at her like she was absolutely ridiculous.
“Why do you keep a bottle of Asgardian liquor in your room?”
“Stark banned it from the tower after Thor dared some guy to a drinking contest…” She giggled,“Thor won.”
Bucky nodded slowly, going to find a glass and pouring himself half a glass.
“It works fast from what I’ve seen.“She commented, and really he should have believed her but she was drunk so she couldn’t possibly know what she was talking about, right?
Wrong. It was literally half an hour later and he was just about as drunk as she was.
"You’re so drunk, I can tell by the way you’re looking at me.” (Y/N) insisted, giggling at Bucky’s reaction.
“I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry. You wouldn’t understand since you’re like an animal of some kind…with the sense shit. You know what? You makes no sense.” He rambled, leaning back on the couch and grinning.“I’m not drunk.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re too nice to be sober.
"What?! I’m nice, you’re the one who put a knife to my throat the minute you met me.” Bucky retorted.
“You can’t hold that against me forever.” She said in a sing-song voice.“You have been friendly or nice to me at all since you got her. So, yes, you’re drunk cause you’re being kind.”
“Whatever, I’m nice. No, I’m charming. You should have met me back before all this. I was definitely charming.”
“You’ve got as much charm as a dead slug.” She murmured, shooting him a little smile.
Bucky leaned up to look her in the eyes,“You’re lucky your pretty, because that mouth of yours would get you in so much trouble one day.”
(Y/N) blushed,“Maybe I like trouble, Barnes.” She whispered back to him, biting down on her bottom lip and she made eye contact with him.
“I bet you do, doll.” He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at (Y/N).“You..have really beautiful eyes..they sparkle, you know? And shine…they’re just so damn beautiful.”
(Y/N) entire face with red with embarrassment and she was beyond flattered,“Oh- wow, t-thank you.”
“You’re also cute when you blush. And when you don’t talk…” He whispered,“But never seem to shut up.”
“Oh yeah?” She asked,“This your way of telling me I need to talk less? Cause that’s not very charming..”
Bucky smirked,“It might be.” He leaned in a little closer, their face just centimeters apart.“I bet I can think of a few way to get you to shut up…”
(Y/N) just smiled as they inched closer to destroy the space between them…lips just moments away when the door swung open and in came Sam and Natasha.
The soulmates quickly put a good distance between them, (Y/N) getting up and stumbling over the couch a little.
“So, yeah, um, I’m gonna go to bed…I’m really dizzy. I’ll see you in the training room tomorrow… partner.” She said as she backed away and only ran into one of the walls.
“Yeah..” Bucky murmured,“Goodnight, doll- um partner..”
As (Y/N) made her way to bed, she couldn’t get that moment out of her head and was his breath felt like against her lips. She wanted to feel his lips, were they as soft as they looked?
Did he want it as bad as she did? Or was it just drunken actions? Probably. All she could think was what the fuck was she gonna do tomorrow during training….
A/N: I hope you all like this one. The next one will be longer, I promise <3
You were awake for awhile before you opened your eyes, tossing and turning, the smell of fresh pancakes drifting to your nose. You thought you were dreaming, or dead. It smelled so heavenly, and you were warm, and you were comfortable. It had been a long time since you felt this safe. You wanted to stay in this moment for as long as you could. No worries, no fears. Just.. happy.
You heard footsteps enter the room softly, followed by what sounded like a cup being placed on the nightstand. You kept your eyes closed, breathing softly, hoping he’d think you were still sleeping. You felt his hand push your hair from your face softly before he walked back out of the room. The small gesture made your chest tighten.
I run as fast as my legs will carry me, Bucky not too far ahead of me.
He started this, and I’m not going down without a fight.
“This isn’t fair! You’re a super soldier!” I call to him, and he looks back for a second.
“Not my fault!” He calls back sassily, but I can tell he’s getting tired.
He’s just barely out of reach, so I start to run faster!
I reach my arm out as far as it will go, keeping my speed.
I swing for his shoulder, and just barely miss!
“I almost got you!” I exclaim in frustration, and he just laughs.
“I could do this all day.” He runs ahead again, but I keep going.
Summary: You work alone. You live alone. You are alone. And you liked it that way, or did you? A planned, yet potentially reckless decision, changes your life forever. A story about a funny, loving, yet guarded woman, learning about friendship, love and forgiveness.
*Containment Module: made from polytechnic materials by Fitz and Simmons in Agents of Shield. It’s used to contain enhanced individuals
*Tony’s nickname for you is a reference to the movie of the same name
*I.C.E.R: if you haven’t watched Agents of Shield it was made by Fitz and Simmons. It stands for Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Railgun used to tranquilize instead of kill.
“I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.”
Before you could speak, he moved in quickly, cupped his hands around your face and kissed you.
You weren’t expecting the Winter Soldier’s lips to be so
soft. You didn’t even think about pulling away or asking any questions, your
lips just moved with his until you took some air and looked at each other for a
moment.You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he still had his hands on
your face, as he stared into your eyes. Neither of you spoke before your lips
touched again and he picked you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist,
pushing you up against the door. You hated to admit it, but this felt so good. He carried you to your bedroom,
caressing your neck along the way. Laying you down on your bed, he removed his
top and you unbuttoned your shirt. Going straight back into a kiss, you
couldn’t get enough of each other.
Your eyes were open bright and
early, the sun still rising. You looked to your left and there was a Winter
Soldier peacefully sleeping next to you. You quietly got up, took a shower, got
dressed and headed to the kitchen. You were exhausted after last night’s
shenanigans and you needed to fuel your body with copious amounts of coffee.
Putting the kettle on the stove and waiting for it to boil, you just stood
there, with your back leaning against the kitchen counter. You had questions.
Not for the Winter Soldier, but for yourself. First off, HUH? Maybe you could just pretend nothing had happened. You really
didn’t know what had come over you. But here you were, hiding out in your
kitchen whilst the man you hated, lay in your bed.
You made your coffee extra strong
and put on your coat and scarf, then jumped up onto the kitchen counter. You’d
decided to wait until he woke up. You didn’t want to go in there… it was
strange. So, you drank your coffee, cosy in your coat, letting the
warm steam from your mug hit your face. Blowing your drink to cool it, your bedroom door
opened and The Winter Soldier walked out in his jeans, placing on his top.
“Good morning,” he said looking at
“Good morning…” you replied.
You hopped off of the kitchen
counter and placed your empty cup on the worktop. “Well, I’ve got to head off.
I’ve got work and all.” He looked at the clock and it was only 7am. A bit too early for work, he thought.You picked up your keys, before calling
back, “There’s some coffee if you want some. Make sure you close the door when
you leave.” Almost forgetting, you turned around and gave him a piece of paper,
“Can you please give this to Wanda? It’s my number… I don’t want anyone else to
have it. Just, I dunno, just tell them I’m okay and I’m doing my own thing
now.” “You’re not coming back?” he asked quietly. “Why would I?” and he stayed
silent. “Okay, bye Bucky,” and you left. You hadn’t even realised you actually
called him by his real name.
It had been almost a week since
your “encounter” with Bucky and all you’d done since then was think about that
night; the good, the bad and the ugly. Except, there wasn’t any “bad and ugly.” It
had been a great night. It was fun and you thought maybe Bucky hadn’t been as
evil as you initially thought. Snapping you out of your thoughts, a customer
was trying to get your attention, “Excuse me, hello?” “Oh, hi, sorry,” you
replied. She went on to tell an unnecessary long story about how her laptop had
gotten a virus and had erased all of her stuff and she didn’t know what to do
and that she was panicking blah blah blah. Oh how you wished she’d stop talking
and just let you get on with it. “It’s okay, ma’am. Calm down, I’ll have it
fixed for you in half an hour.” This was no rocket science and you felt like
your mind was turning to mush, without something decent to tinker with. You
missed Tony’s lab and you missed The Avengers..
That evening after work, your phone
started ringing. It was an unknown number but you answered straight away,
hoping it was Wanda. She hadn’t called and you were worried she hated you.
“Hello?” “Hey, Y/N.” Your heart warmed as you heard Wanda’s voice answer. There
was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry, Wanda…” you began, “I’m sorry for not saying
goodbye.” “You could’ve come to me, instead of leaving. I’m your friend.” “I
know, Wanda, it just isn’t my style,” you lightly laughed.
“When are you coming back?” She
asked. You really didn’t know what to say. You wanted to tell her how much you
missed everyone but all you could manage was, “I’m not coming back, Wanda.” You
didn’t know why you weren’t going back anymore. Bucky’s words had still made you question who you were and more importantly, what
you were. Were you evil? Was
Bucky right? And did he still believe that?
come and visit you?” Wanda asked. You paused and were apprehensive, but you
missed her, “As long as you come on your own.”
Seeing Wanda had brightened up your
week. You spent most of the day catching up on things, her telling stories
about what the Avengers had been up to and you genuinely smiled, as you
listened intently. “So… Bucky came to see you, huh?” She smiled. “Yea, he came
to apologise and he returned the photo of my parents,” you answered. “You know, he was pretty
bummed after you left. I think he really felt guilty for what he said…” you
just smiled at her. “So, is there anything else you want to tell me?” she
asked, sinking back into the couch, preparing herself for an interesting story.
You knew what she was getting at. Maybe she had read Bucky’s mind. “Nope.
Nothing else,” you spoke. “Sure,” she
replied with a raised eyebrow, leaning forward to pick up her cup of tea.
“Y/N, why don’t you want to come
Your face fell. You didn’t know the
answer to that question. “I just… I don’t know… I’m better on my own. It’s best
Wanda sat up straight, “Y/N, WOULD
YOU STOP?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? Don’t let Bucky get under your
skin. This is not the Y/N I know. At all. Now, stop feeling sorry for yourself
and get your ass back to the tower!”
Her sudden outburst took you by
surprise, but she had a point; all you’d done recently was feel sorry for
yourself. Worst of all, all you had felt was miserable. Wanda was probably the
only person who you’d allow to yell at you like that.
“Look, Y/N, we’re in this together,”
Wanda continued when you hadn’t said anything, “whether you like it or not. I’m
not going to give up on you, just like you wouldn’t give up on me. You’re like
a sister to me.”
You smiled. That was the nicest
thing someone could ever say to you and it made you all fuzzy inside. Wow. This was a weird feeling.
“You’re like a sister to me too.”
With Wanda gone, everything was too
quiet. How is it, that over the last eight months your life had changed so
much? How had you changed so much? Missing people, sleeping with people you
hate… having feelings. You got into
bed and thought about things… And just like every night over the last week, you thought
about The Winter Soldier. No… you thought about Bucky. It had been a fun night, no feelings, no talk, just fun but
you felt drawn to him. In all honesty, you wanted to see him again. He made you
feel alive with adrenaline and lust. You then started thinking about what Wanda
had said. Maybe you could go back. Maybe you could start over again. Clean
slate. You were miserable here and Wanda was right: you needed to stop feeling
sorry for yourself.
By the next morning, you had made
your decision: you were going back to the old you. No more deep feelings, no
more feeling sorry for yourself, no more moping around. You packed up – again.
You hadn’t really settled in this new apartment yet, so you didn’t have much. Leaving
your apartment, you texted your landlord and posted the key through the letter
box. On your way out, your annoying neighbour tried to corner you. “Y/N! You
will never guess what!” “Er…what?” “Josh from the 4th floor asked me out!”
You were in a good mood, so to her absolute surprise, you hugged her, “Good for
you! Sees ya!” And she stood there, with her mouth open in shock.
Nervous, you parked your bike and
walked up to The Avengers Tower. What if they didn’t want to see you? You had
called Wanda beforehand to say you were coming back, and the squeal you heard
down the phone was deafening. There was no turning back now. Entering the code into the door and passing security, F.R.I.D.A.Y allowed you through. Deep
breathe. Pushing your nerves away, you
exited the elevator into the lounge. The Avengers were waiting for you. Going
back to your old witty self, you raised your arms, “Surprise! Look who’s back!”
It was much easier trying to be
funny than admitting that you really did miss them. They came up to you and
hugged you. “About damn time, Y/N,” Tony smiled, “I’ve been working on this
project, then you disappeared and I hate to admit it, but I could’ve used your
opinion!” “Don’t worry Tony, I’m back to annoy you in your lab,” you said as
you jokingly patted him on the back and he pulled you into a hug. “Welcome back
my lady!” Thor’s voiced boomed through the air, as he gave you the biggest hug,
picking you off of the ground. You looked around but there was no sign of
Bucky, until you heard a low voice greet you. You turned around, “Oh, hey
Bucky.” Everyone went silent. Did
you just call him Bucky? What the hell had happened to you while you were
away?! Bucky gave you a smile and a nod and nobody dare say anything, as to
not ruin the peace.
You settled back in easily. One of
first things you did was play around in Tony’s lab. Oh boy, how much you had
missed the mental stimulation. Bruce and Tony were talking to you about some
projects they were working on and you couldn’t wait to get started. You guys worked
until the evening, chatting away, just generally indulging yourselves in all of
the genius stuff. It definitely made you happy again. Finishing up, the others
had ordered pizza and got in some beers, just to give you a little welcome
back. They knew that you weren’t too keen on making it a big deal. It was great being around them again, but that
would definitely be your secret. You just acted nonchalant about it, but you
knew how happy it made you to be back.
That evening, whilst everyone was
in bed, you found yourself unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, you knew
exactly what was wrong. Bucky. Bucky is
what was wrong. Chilling with everyone this evening, it was hard to take
your eyes off of him. He had seriously left you wanting more. You craved him,
his body, his lips, his touch… You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have
a lot of fun with him. You still didn’t particularly like him; his past still didn’t sit well with you but maybe that was part of the thrill. You
sat up, thinking of a distraction that would help get him out of your head.
Minutes passed and nothing. You were still thinking about him. Well, being reckless has never got you into
trouble before, right? You laughed at yourself.
Sneaking out of your bedroom, you
made your way to Bucky’s room wearing just some shorts and a vest. Now this was
you, this was the Y/N you knew; up for anything and ready for the unknown. You
missed this Y/N. Knocking on Bucky’s door, you waited. You wasn’t sure if he
was asleep by now but then his door opened. “Y/N,” he said rubbing his
eyes. It seemed like you just woke him up. “What’s up?” You looked at his bare
chest and bit your lip. He had noticed and smiled. “Are you okay?” he chuckled.
You pushed him into his bedroom, threw him down onto his bed as you straddled
him. He didn’t question you; he’d been wanting this too.
Out of breath and completely
flustered, you both laid there for a bit. You pulled yourself up and put your clothes back on. Pulling your vest over your head, you looked at Bucky, “Well,
that was fun.” He grinned, as did you. “Night, Bucky,” and he didn’t take his
eyes off of you until you left his room. Bucky rolled over onto his back and
put his hands behind his head. He couldn’t help but smile. Even after spending
the night with you, he still craved you.
Sebastian Stan. I don’t know what else to say other than thank you for being a big part of my life, and my journey from having come out. Here’s the story…
Picture it. Austin Comic Con, a few hours ago.
I’m standing in line to get his autograph and he could tell that I was nervous. He said, “Hi, what’s your name?” “I’m Albert,” I replied. “Albert, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he responded. “The pleasure is all mine, Sebastian,” I stated. I then went on to tell him how he affected my life. I said, “Sebastian, I wanted to tell you that I came out three years ago, and it was your performance as TJ in “Political Animals” that encouraged me to come out. I figured, if you can be comfortable playing a gay man, I can be comfortable in my own skin. Thank you for helping me accept who I am.” He grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb as he said, “I appreciate your honesty. I am really touched to hear that and I am glad that I could help you be who you are.” I shed a couple of tears after I walked away from the table. He was just so sweet.
Fast forward an hour and a half later… I am now in line with three girls that were also fangirling over Sebastian and we were trying to decide our poses. They told me, “Cut the line. WE NEED TO SEE THIS HAPPEN!” I cut the line so I could be cheered on. When I got to him he asked, “Hey there, what are we doing?” I said, “I want to do the “Gone with the Wind” pose.” “How does that one go again?” he asked. “Dip me and look into my eyes,” I replied. I was suddenly entranced into his beautiful, blue eyes. He had me in a spell that no one could release me from. Sebastian is such a beautiful man. I love you, Sebastian.