Summary: Reader tries to have her regular alone time until Bucky finds it his place to intrude and be adorable and confess. Also some speaking of Russian (translations at the bottom).
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Bucky swearing, being adorably in love, mentions of Hydra being assholes (torture).
Genre: Some absolutely pure fluff mixed with a tiny bit of angst.
Word Count: 1,089
“(Y/N), wait,” Barnes reached for your wrist, following you into the westernmost elevator in Stark Tower.
“No, leave me be, Bucky,” You held the door, staring at the floor as you silently motioned for him to leave. At eight o’clock in the evening, each night on the dot, you would make your way to the roof of Stark Tower, against any professional advice from Tony Stark himself, and watch the sunset. Alone.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s eight o’clock, Buck, where do you think I’m going?”
“Exactly. Now let me go,” You lifted your left arm, your wrist still in Bucky’s grasp. His eyes darted between your face and your wrist for a couple of moments, like a bug choosing a landing spot, before you heard him sigh. His right hand loosened from around you, and he took a couple steps back, watching. You mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’, stepped back into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor. Little did you know that as soon as the elevator doors had closed, Bucky ran at full speed towards the staircase nearby and began racing up the steps, listening intently to where the elevator was. Meanwhile, you stood inside the elevator, your head resting on the wall behind you. Your left wrist was grasped in your other hand, as your fingers attempted to soothe some feeling back into the fresh scars, suddenly inflamed from Bucky’s quick hold on you. As long as it had been, spending six weeks in the same handcuffs left lasting red and white marks on both your wrists, persistent reminders that you never stopped attempting to cover up. Hydra was not one to care about leaving scars on their victims.
The opening of the elevator doors had you opening your eyes, and you walked through the second set of doors across from you and up the single flight of stairs to reach the roof of the building. The sky had already gone slightly pink, the sun resting on the horizon.
I have to start coming up here earlier… you shook your head as the thought crossed your mind, making yourself comfortable on the edge of the building, your feet hanging over the roof of the extended penthouse below you. Finally, alone, you let your guard down, settling into the feeling of the soft evening light on your closed eyelids. Your hearing was only focused on the quiet mulling of the city below you, and as you did every day, you let your mind wander for a few brief moments. In those brief moments, however, you missed the opening of the door behind you, and the quiet footsteps of James Barnes that led him to stand beside you, watching you as you revel in the feeling of letting go.
“Красавица жар птица…”*1 Bucky muttered, jolting you out of your private silence. You jumped back, Bucky jumping as well to keep you on the ledge, his hands flying to your waist.
“Jesus Christ, don’t do that!”
“What did you say, James?” You were breathing hard from how sudden the situation was, now trying to calm your racing heart. Bucky only chuckled, repeating his words.
“Zhar ptitsa,” You mimicked the words to yourself. “Where have I heard that before?”
“It means ‘phoenix’,” He had a small smile resting on his face, finally letting go of your waist once he felt that your heart was no longer racing. Hopping up onto the ledge beside you, Bucky also made himself comfortable. It was a strange sensation, to actually have someone sitting beside you during your small daily moments to yourself. “It’s what Hydra called the project you were going to be involved in.”
“Oh. Makes sense.” You settled yourself again, keeping a decent distance between the two of you.
“You also just reminded me of one, with the sun leaving orange streaks in your hair and the way you just seemed to be at peace in the brightness of it,” Bucky was muttering quietly, his voice barely audible. You hummed in response, your eyes watching both yours and his feet as they dangled off the edge.
“What was that first word you said, krasatsa, I think it was…” Bucky chuckled.
“What does it mean?”
Bucky sighed, his lips pressed together. “I need to teach you more Russian one of these days.”
“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, what does ‘krasavitsa’ mean?”
“I don’t think I’m a Sergeant anymore, (Y/N).”
“I don’t care, stop changing the subject. What does it mean?” You inched closer to him, clearly prying. He let out another soft breath.
Your breath stilled in your throat. “Oh.”
“It’s true, you know,” Barnes’ voice was hushed.
“That you’re beautiful. You are so damn beautiful that you take my fucking breath away,” Bucky watched you, his metal hand lifting towards your face.
Bucky faltered. “You’ve been talking to Steve, haven’t you?” He scoffed quietly, his hand pausing as he chuckled. “Man, he’s not even in the country and he’s interrupting me.”
As his face turned away for a couple of seconds, you watched Bucky’s expression. Those long lashes, covering his deep ocean eyes, the dark hair framing his face, the sharp cheekbones that helped make up his facial structure, and the occasional tightening in his jaw, visible below his ears just keeping you entranced. He was beautiful. In a deadly, terrifying way. And that beauty only pulled you in. Before you knew it, your hands acted without your permission, pulling him by his collar closer to you. Your lips suddenly landed on his, clearly surprising him. You felt him pause for a brief moment, before he smirked into the kiss, his hands pulling you closer.
His left arm wound around your waist, as his right hand rested under your chin, his fingers pressed gently into your skin, lifting your face. He pulled away first, breathing hard, but his hands did not move.
“Погубишь ты меня, жар птица,”*3 He shook his head again, a smile still resting on his lips.
“What, am I really that scary?” you replied, and Bucky immediately looked confused.
“You understand me?”
You placed one of your hands on his left arm, holding it in place as you leaned forwards, looking him straight in the eyes.
“I’m a spy, Barnes, what do you expect? Я тебя ещё по-русски говорить научу. Акцент у тебя, все таки, еще остался.”*4
“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” He smiled.
“In more ways than you know.”
*1: “A beauty(noun) of a phoenix.”
*2: “Beauty.” (like beauty and the beast)
*3: “You’ll destroy me, phoenix,”
*4: “I’ll teach you yet how to speak Russian. Your accent, after all, has remained.”
After everything Tony had been through, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that he had nightmares. You doubted you could count on both hands the number of times he’d almost died in the last few years. Despite his efforts to put on a brave face and a devil-may-care attitude most of the time, you could tell it had taken a toll on his psyche.
You woke up to the sound of his ragged breathing. You blinked, momentarily confused in the darkness. “Tony?” you mumbled out, frowning at the outline of his back in the darkness.
You heard him swallow, saw the tension in his muscles. When he spoke, his voice was tight and harsh. “Go back to sleep.”
Your frown deepened. You propped yourself up on one elbow and reached out to touch him.
He flinched and hunched his shoulders. “Go back to sleep!” he repeated, raising his voice this time. Your heart broke at the distress in his undertones.
“Tony,” You refused to go back to sleep until you knew he was okay. “Please look at me.”
This time, his words were quiet, closer to a plea than a command. “Please… just go back to sleep.”
You pursed your lips and sat up, rubbing your palm up and down his back in a soothing motion. He didn’t pull away and you wrapped your arms around his torso. Your cheek rested against the base of his neck. You could hear his heartbeat racing and feel the heave of his chest with each breath, like he was crumbling to pieces in your arms.
“Tony,” you crooned softly, holding onto him in the dark, “Please let me in.”He drew another ragged breath and slowly turned so he was facing you. His head fell to the crook of your shoulder as he gripped you tight. You held the back of his neck gently with one hand, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “I love you,” you hummed, suddenly fighting tears. “I love you so much, Tony.”
He was silent for a long time, simply breathing and holding you tight. And then, finally, “I love you too.”
It was supposed to be an easy job.In and out. Steal one of Tony Stark’s cars and sell it to get better medical care for her dying mother.Of course, it’s never that easy. He caught her instantly, but instead of calling the cops, he simply offered her a job. With her past catching up to her and her heart on the line, how could she ever learn to love a man like Stark?
“Come on,” Tony says, pulling on a coat and checking himself in the mirror.
I blink at him, my coffee suspended halfway to my lips. “Come again?”
He turns around and frowns a little, seeing me in my pajamas. “We’re going out. Hurry up and get ready.”
I frown, setting my mug down. “Where are we going?”
He sighs. “Dress casually,” He gestures to his jeans and name brand hoodie as if it would make me understand ‘casual’. “Hurry up, I’m on a schedule.”
I made a playlist for a few characters from 13 reasons why. Not all of them have 13 tracks, but I tried my best lol. Feel free to add on / edit, but give credit :))
Better than me - The brobecks
All of the drugs - The brobecks
Make me wanna die - the pretty reckless
The cold - exitmusic
Time to say goodbye - twenty one pilots
Breathe me - Sia
When the story ends (piano) - the fray
Nothing - the script
Unsteady - X Ambassadors
Goner - Twenty one pilots
You found me - The fray
I gave you all - Mumford and sons
Empty - the click five
Get on the road - tired pony
Always on my mind - Elvis
If I could fly - one direction
Love you all along - La strada
All I want - kodaline
Turning page - sleeping at last
Angel - theory of a dead man
Johnny boy - twenty one pilots
I found - amber run
Talking to the moon - Bruno Mars
Six feet under - Billie Eilish
Hurts like hell - Fleurie
Terrible love - birdy
She’s so mean - matchbox twenty
Primadonna girl - marina and the diamonds
When you were young - the killers
You’re such a - Hailee Steinfeld
All the boys- panic! at the disco
Down - Jason walker
You don’t own me - Grace ft. G-eazy
When you’re gone - Avril Lavigne
Never say never - the fray
Photograph - ed Sheeran
Oceans - Seafret
Total eclipse of the heart - sleeping at last
Lovesick fool - the cab
My life - billy joel
Gotta get away - the black keys
How could I have known - Keaton Henson
Six degrees of separation - the script
Not over you - Gavin DeGraw
If you’re gone - matchbox twenty
Breaking inside - shinedown
Jet black heart - 5 seconds of summer
Heartless - the fray
Look after you - the fray
Screen - twenty one pilots
Blue - troye sivan ft. Alex hope
Call me - shinedown
Broken - Lund
Golden - fall out boy
Teenage dirt bag - Wheatus
What a catch, donnie - fall out boy
How’s it gonna be - third eye blind
Yellow - coldplay
Truce - twenty one pilots
Not about angels - birdy
This is gospel (piano) - panic! At the disco
Drown - bring me the horizon
Better than me - hinder
21 guns - Green day
The funeral - band of horses
Bulletproof heart - my chemical romance
Dirty little secret - the all American rejects
Take care - Beach house
Don’t dream it’s over - crowded house
Ends of the earth - lord Huron
The scientist - coldplay
Lullaby - nickelback
Build a home - the cinematic orchestra
Mercury - sleeping at last
How to save a life - the fray
Rewind - Paolo Nutini
Fake your death - my chemical romance
Heroes - David Bowie
Same mistake - James Blunt
Don’t like you anymore - the brobecks
Ghosts that we knew - Mumford and sons
Sleeping pills - the brobecks
I’m not okay - my chemical romance
Taken by sleep - Tyler joseph
Cut the cord - shinedown
Semiautomatic - twenty one pilots
Mr. Brightside - the killers
Bully - shinedown
Gives you hell - the all American rejects
I will follow you - Tolouse
Reject - shinedown
Teenagers - my chemical romance
Saturn - sleeping at last
If I die young - the band perry
Far too young to die - panic! at the disco
Losing your memory - ryan star
Far away - nickelback
Kissed a girl - katy perry
Secret love song - little mix
You’ve got to hide your love - Brian Epstein
So, Barton and his wife are going out of town this weekend and wanted to know if we could take care of the kids.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, that is a big responsibility. What do we know about children?
I am leaving. Spider suit?
(hands Peter the suit) I swear you'd lose your head if it wasn't screwed on. (To Steve) I don't know the first thing about taking care of a child. (To Peter) Where is your jacket? It's cold outside.
Here take mine. (To Steve) Kids are a lot of work.