You see Bucky as a kind, sweet man and you’ve seen him that way since you first joined, but not everyone sees him that way. Bucky doesn’t see himself that way, he still sees the monster that HYDRA made him and because of that, he often distances himself from the other team members, you included. He seems to distance himself from you the most. You’re aware of the nightmares that often plague him and you know that it’s always Steve who helps him through them. One night, when Steve and most of the other team are on a mission, Bucky has a nightmare and you’re the only one close enough to his room to be able to get there and help him. You have two options, you help him and prove that you're not afraid, or you leave him be and get someone else to help and let him carry on thinking that you’re afraid.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)
Warning/s: Mentions of nightmares
A/N: Title roughly translates to I’m Not Afraid. Pronounced in Russian as YA ne boyus’.
Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: talks of miscarriage, blood, angst, swearing Prompt Number(s): 06 - “I lost the baby.”, 113 - “Where did all these puppies come from?” W/C: 1.3k+ A/N: I know that there is never really a replacement for something like this, like losing a child and the intention of this story is to bring hope and a smile. I hope I don’t offend anyone with this piece. Thank you for sending prompt numbers @stevette60 <3
After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.
Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.
The security officer jolts away as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,
“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just… Resting my eyes,”
You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot unconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.
Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.
The next morning Steve awakes to soft humming. He doesn’t want her to stop so he remains still on the couch, doing his best not to move but all the same, the humming stops. “Steve, even though my powers are suppressed, I can still sense when a mind is awake.” Her soft voice calls out gently.
He sighs and pushes himself up to find her sitting at the table with Layla on her lap as she pulls a brush through Layla’s thick dark hair. She’s wearing a sweater and leggings and a warmth blossoms in his chest, a feeling he hasn’t felt for years. Not since Peggy at least.
“Do you remember me?” the voice makes Y/N’s mind spin. A
shiver runs down her spine. She opens her mouth to talk, but closes it again,
unable to form words. The man’s blue eyes seem to pierce through her mind. She
seems to run through every memory she has, because deep down, something tugs at
her heartstrings, telling her to remember. She didn’t know anything about her
past anymore, one of the unpleasant extras to brainwashing. She hated basically
anything to do with emotions so she didn’t tell anyone, no one being able to
help her. Her foot shifts on the sandy street tiles on the Bucharest market. A
gun in her elegant hand, is pointed at the man, loaded. Her finger, on the
trigger, trembles slightly. The voice in her head, telling her to remember, drowns out voices, yells of horror and nearby gunshots. In her
earpiece some teammates are trying to make sure she’s okay. Though the man’s
eyes seem so familiar, his voice so comfortable and his body just right in
her mind, nothing seems to click. “No” she says finally. Her voice is filled with
hurt. Laced with sadness and topped off with an off feeling of regret. Her
expression matches her tone just as uneasy. She sees the man but in her mind a
smoke curtain drags over the actual person’s identity. Y/N gets distracted with
a hand on her shoulder, making her head whip over to look Bucky right in the
eyes. The assassin is confused, Y/N was extremely professional and never got
even slightly distracted on a mission. Y/N’s gaze leaves Bucky’s and looks back
at the place where the man stood, now a simple empty spot on the square.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Christ-” Bucky says, looking around carefully. His
hand is still on her shoulder, thinking it’ll calm her down a bit. “Are you
okay?” Bucky asks again, turning her to look him in the eyes. Y/N blinks a
couple of times, disoriented, but nods. “Yeah, s-.. sorry” she shakes it off.
She reloads her gun and gives Bucky another small reassuring nod before running
What if whenever the winter soldier code was read infront of Bucky, he tried to scream and scream and SCREAM so he couldn’t hear the words? So he wouldn’t be ‘put under the spell’? What if he screamed his throat raw? What if that’s the reason he had to wear a muzzle?
Rationally, you knew that Cap was a scrappy kid from Brooklyn, not the caricature used in propaganda. Rationally, you knew that his speech wouldn’t be peppered with ‘fiddlesticks’ and ‘gosh darn it’s, but emotionally, the language he was using shocked you. Hell, he was shocked. He was shocked, confused, upset, excited, livid, sad, and god knows what else. His best friend, a man he had been mourning every waking second for the last seventy years, was alive and well. Well. Relatively well. For a man with a metal arm who has been used as a weapon for an evil organization.
The ride over was as awkward as you had expected it to be. You shifted uncomfortably, the car door handle wedged into your side. Somehow you had managed to get the ‘best’ seat in the limo. The small space buzzed with idle conversation, ones you were all excluded from. Tonight was about you? You glanced around. Even Sam was occupied. You cleared your throat, loudly, and looked around again. No one even glanced your way. An Avenger after all, you had developed the amazing ability to blend into the seat cushions. Cue enthusiastic jazz hands. Huffing you slid deeper into the foam and pressed your ear to the speaker, listening to the low hum of music.
Maybe someday, You’ll be somewhere Talking to me As if you knew me, Saying, I’ll be home for next year, darling. I’ll be home for next year.
In between the lines Is the only place you’ll find What you’re missing That you didn’t know was there. So when I say goodbye, You must do your best to try And forgive me this weakness, This weakness.
Requested by @sebstanmylife : Hi :) How are you ? Request : Wanda is Steve’s girlfriend, but her and Bucky secretly in love with each other. Bucky knows that very well and decides to go talk to Steve and Wanda to tell them the truth. (Love your Blog so much !)
A/N: Hope you like it! And sorry that it’s so short, I just didn’t like the long way I had been trying to write it. This was the one GIF I could find that had all 3, Bucky, Wanda, and Steve in. It may not exactly go with the story, so, sorry.
He had had enough. He messaged Wanda and Steve to meet him in the living room, where Bucky waited anxiously. He jumped up when he saw them come in and sit down.
“Stevie, I have something to tell you. Wanda and I have been seeing each other behind your back. I am in love with her. I have been since forever and-” Bucky started, but was cut off by Steve.
“Buck, I know. I’ve known for a while. I was wondering which of you would come clean. Thank you for telling me this, and I hope you both are happy with each other.” Steve said, before walking away, shaking his head slightly, in disbelief she was the one to keep it from him.
Wanda hadn’t said anything while they talked, and Bucky went and sat down next to her. He smiled at her slightly, before reaching over and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers.