Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
Sebastian decided to stay at the coffee shop for a few more minutes after (Y/N)’s phone call, but a few minutes turned into a few hours of intensive research and pouring over the script while occasionally smiling for fans selfies as they recognized him slumped over in the corner, angrily chewing on a pen cap. Just as he was about to lose all track of time, an older, retired woman who worked as a barista full-time made her way toward the table he sat at.
“I overheard your conversation, honey,” she said while placing a gentle, maternal hand on his shoulder. “It’s five-fifteen. You don’t want to keep your wife waiting.” Sebastian’s throat constricted as he looked at the array of empty cups scattered on the table in front of him. Frantically, he checked his phone, realizing that the woman was right.
“Thank you very much for telling me,” he began while folding his notebook closed, shoved his script inside, and jammed his pen into his back pocket, “but I wasn’t talking to my wife; I’m not married,” he awkwardly explained while showing her his ringless left hand.
“Oh, well then your girlfriend,” she tried again.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sebastian uneasily laughed. “She lives in my building below me; she’s just my neighbor” he tried to explain.
“Well people don’t talk to one another so domestically with someone who’s ‘just their neighbor,’” the woman smirked before helping him toss the cluttered cups in the trash. Once he finished, Sebastian hurried toward his building, only a couple blocks from the coffee shop, and made his way up to his floor.
Seb Stan:Just got back
He hurried to open the door to his apartment and left it unlocked as he kicked off his shoes and took his belongings into his bedroom. He tossed his notebook on the desk beside his bed and dropped his shoes in the closet before quickly tidying up the few misplaced objects in his living room and kitchen: a few newspapers he picked up, a couple of books left lying about, and the dirty cereal bowls that he intended to wash that morning.
Cute Neighbor:Mind if I show up early?
Sebastian had just finished drying his hands from washing the dishes in the sink and a tiny smile formed in the corner of his mouth without him realizing.
Seb Stan:Fine by me :)
Cute Neighbor: Good, because I’m here
Just after he heard his phone go off, there was a knock at the door. He pulled it open and couldn’t help the soft smirk that rose to his lips as he shook his head at her. “You’re a dork,” he laughed.
“I’m the dork?” she laughed while entering his apartment for what had to be the hundredth time. “You’re asking me what one of the most self-explanatory sports on earth is,” she laughed. “Drive fast, turn left, don’t crash.”
“Thanks for the info, I guess you can leave now,” he teased while pressing himself against (Y/N), pretending to force her out of his apartment.
“Nooo,” she called out. “I walked all the way down the stairs for this, don’t make me leave.”
“Oh my, you took the stairs for me?” Sebastian huffed mockingly.
“The elevator was already on the first floor again,” she grumbled as Sebastian stepped aside and closed the door with both of them inside the apartment.
“Well,” he sighed as he walked into the kitchen, “I guess you can stay.” (Y/N) smirked as Sebastian leaned back against the kitchen counter beside his stove.
“Thanks for making that sacrifice,” she laughed while wandering toward his pantry and scouring for something to cook. “Why do you have a shit-ton of beans?”
“What do you mean ‘a shit-ton of beans?’” he asked while walking toward her. (Y/N) pulled out two massive cans of pinto chili beans and held them up to him, displaying her case. “That is not a shit-ton of beans,” he huffed. “Do you even know what a shit-ton looks like?”
“Well if you eat this many freaking beans, you’re sure to shit a ton,” she explained while setting the cans on the counter and started to rummage through his spices.
“Why do I hang out with you?” he laughed as he started to manually open the chili beans as (Y/N) gathered a huge variety of spices, some of which Sebastian hadn’t even opened yet.
“Who else would tease you about your bean collection?” she laughed while pulling ground turkey meat out of his freezer and beginning to defrost it in the microwave.
“Fucking weirdo,” he laughed while taking a step back and watching her.
“You’re the one with a bean collection, ya fucking weirdo,” she laughed, mimicking Morgan O’Mally’s voice from Good Will Hunting. “Okay, that probably made me weird,” she laughed at her attempt to draw reference to the movie.
“Just a bit,” he laughed in response. “Did you finish all of your homework?” he asked.
“Yes, Mom,” she grumbled at him, rolling her eyes the whole time. She hurried to cut up an onion and threw it and some garlic into the cauldron she had heating up o the stove.
“Sorry I care about your education,” he muttered while smirking at her from across the kitchen.
“You’re forgiven,” (Y/N) laughed and looked over her shoulder toward Sebastian. Again, the smile of admiration and gentle nod of disbelief flooded her sight. Quickly, she turned her face back to the pot of chili, hoping she could play off the blush on her face as the heat coming from the stove.
“Can I help?” Sebastian asked as he made his way closer toward her. Gently his hand traced along her back as he passed her.
“You can brown the meat,” she offered, trying to hide her now red face from him. Glad to help her, he completed his task and then added the meat to the mixture of beans, onions, garlic, tomatoes, green chillies, and spinach. (Y/N) then added the spices as Sebastian handed them to her.
“Cumin? Tumeric? Chili Powder? Cholula? Do you really use all of this?”
“Is it sitting on the counter?” she asked back sassily.
“Did I ask for sass?” he teased, a smirk on his face as he handed her the glass bottle of cumin. (Y/N) finished adding the last bit of spices and grabbed a bag of corn chips from a cupboard as Sebastian starts to dish out their dinners. “I figured we could watch a thematic movie,” he said while settling onto the couch and grabbed the remote that (Y/N) found less than a week after them meeting.
Slowly, she lowered herself beside Sebastian on the couch, feeling his hip against hers as they leaned against one another’s shoulders. Instantly, her head dropped as she saw his choice of movie. “Really, Seb,” she grumbled. “Of all the racing movies in existence you chose this one?”
“What’s wrong with Talledega Nights?” Sebastian asked with a laugh.
“You could have picked one of the eight Fast and the Furious movies, Days of Thunder, I would have even taken freaking Cars over this,” she grumbled.
“I didn’t know you were so picky, (Y/N),” Sebastian smirked while nudging her with his shoulder. (Y/N) laughed as Sebastian put his arm around her shoulder and rested his dinner between his knees.
“I’m not picky,” she groaned while scooping chili with a chip and popping it in her mouth.
“My movie just isn’t good enough for you is it?” he asked while teasing her and scraping the chili from his bowl. “This is really good, (Y/N). Thank you very much,” he added.
“You’re just trying to flatter me so I’ll give in to your stupid movie,” she grumbled. “You can look at me with those big blue eyes all you want, Sebastian, but I’m not going to say this movie isn’t shitty.”
“I wasn’t trying to do anything with my eyes,” he said with a smirk, “but since you’re looking,” he said with a sultrily teasing tone. Suddenly, (Y/N)’s heart pounded in her chest as she realized their proximity to one another. His arm rested across her shoulders, his tight muscles and tender skin grazing the back of her neck as she folded neatly into the side of his body, like two pieces of clay moulding together. Her side was pressed against his and she could feel his obliques tighten with each laugh, and she was certain Sebastian could feel the wire of her bra poking into his ribs. Part of his thigh covered hers as she slumped into the curve of the couch cushions and their legs were twisted together and propped on the coffee table in front of them. Quickly, she pulled herself up onto the cushion and sat on her feet, trying to keep herself from touching him and invading all parts of his personal space. “Is everything okay?” Sebastian quickly asked as (y/N) readjusted her position on the couch.
“Uh, yeah,” she said softly. “I thought I was going to spill,” she tried to laugh through the tension she caused and chastised herself for not being more careful. This had started out as being friends and she had intended for it to not go any further. It didn’t make sense for them to be anything besides neighbors. After all, she was hardly twenty-one and he was almost thirty-five. It wasn’t as though she had an issue with age gaps when it came to love, but she figured it would be easier for her to just be friends with Sebastian. He was more than she could handle in more than one way. She didn’t want to hold him back from anything he hasn’t accomplished and she still had a few years left in her before settling down would become a serious thought and not a ‘maybe someday’ ideology. Quietly, she continued eating until her dinner was almost gone.
“Oh, um okay,” he tried to chuckle. “We, uh…we don’t have to watch this movie if you want to,” Sebastian tried to change the conversation as he wondered what had caused (Y/N) to start acting strangely. The night had been going well and he was excited to get to be spending time with her. He was fascinated with her dry humor and sassy personality and the continual banter kept him on his toes. He liked to listen to her talk even if it was to tease him, and wasn’t quite ready for her to leave him.
“No, it’s fine,” she said as she hurriedly scraped the remainder of food left in the bowl. “I actually forgot I have a group paper due Wednesday and I have to work on my half.”
“Wait, are you leaving?” Sebastian asked, his voice faltering as (Y/N) rose to clean her dish. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Seb,” she said softly. “I just forgot I have some work left.”
“(Y/N),” he said in a soft, almost begging tone.
“I promise,” (Y/N) told him, turning back around and flashing him the largest smile she could muster. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Hesitant to believe her, Sebastian agreed halfheartedly.
“Okay,” he managed to say loud enough for her to hear him. Upon leaving Sebastian’s apartment, (Y/N) hurried downstairs and locked herself in her bathroom. After filling the tub with steaming water, she lowered herself in, allowing the water to float along her skin and travel up to her collarbones. Slowly, small tears of frustration trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the beads of sweat formed from the steam. Falling for Sebastian was all too easy and she knew that immense pain would come from forcing herself to deny her heart that happiness, but she would take the pain of denial over the humiliation of rejection any day, and if she continued to pursue Sebastian Stan romantically, she was sure rejection would be all she received.
I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the winter soldier. He’s credited for over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first ever fanfiction drabble, and since I was bored and had time, I decided to write about my favorite Marvel boyfriend, the lovely James Buchanan Barnes :) Please bear with me as it is my first post of this nature. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Content: Light humor, major fluff :)
Summary: On your weekly date night, Bucky decides to watch the DVD Peter Parker loaned him! It being a horror movie, you definitely have your apprehensions but fret not, for Bucky’s there to comfort you.
When Bucky first meets you he seems very distant and cold; however he’s actually just really shy/socially anxious. But once you become friends he starts to cuddle with you. ALOT. Like to the point where you sit down somewhere within five minutes you’ll have a lapful of Bucky Barnes.
You slept like a rock after the evening and all of the festivities. Bucky had sent home seven of the women that had started the night at the mansion. It was a bit intimidating to stand in that room and wait as he called names, even though you had a rose. You knew every week wouldn’t be as easy as this and eventually you might be on the chopping block. And you knew there could be a point where he wouldn’t say your name. But you tried to focus on the positivity of the rose in your hands.
Bucky kept Amelia which was a relief for you. You had gotten along with her so far. So much so, that you were sharing a room with her and two other girls, both brunettes and honestly? A bit hard to tell apart. Their names were Ella and Madeline, who preferred to be called “Madi. With an ‘i’.” She stressed that to you many times.
Losing Bucky to Hydra had broken him, you saw him slip away more and more each day. He would deny it, tell everyone he was fine, but you knew, beneath the facade he put up, behind the false smiles and empty words he was losing himself to his depression. Every bit of news about Bucky made things worse, every act he committed for Hydra was another weight on Steve’s shoulders, another reminder he had failed his friend.
It was another damage control mission, the latest in an endless list since the Winter Soldier had returned to Hydra. Fury had intel Bucky was due to raid the SHIELD base for files on a new serum and you were there to stop him killing everyone to get them. By the time you arrived, half the base was dead or injured and the files had been uploaded to Hydra.
Steve’s hands were shaking as he aimed the gun at Bucky, his shield discarded beside him. Bucky was mirroring Steve’s stance, but he didn’t waver, didn’t show any signs of emotion.
“Please Buck, don’t make me do this,” Steve pleaded, getting no reaction from his friend, “you have to stop killing people, this isn’t you.”
Summary: After escaping from HYDRA as a well accomplished asset and being on the run for years, the Winter Soldier is tasked with bringing you back. Word Count: 1,996 Warnings: smutty smut smut smut
It had easily been two years since she had escaped HYDRA. She stayed below the radar and used all the skills she had to keep out of HYDRA’s sight. Being that she had not captured or killed yet, she thought she did a good job of staying hidden. Until that one night.
She sighed as she stepped into her small apartment. She kicked off her worn sandals and she ran a hand through her wild beach curls. Coarse sand stuck to her salty skin and she padded into her kitchen to grab a bottle of beer.
She wasn’t exactly hiding from HYDRA when she had spent her day on beach, but that was sort of the beauty of it. She learned that if you acted and lived normally no one batted an eye. The more she did things comfortably the more she blended in with the rest of the normal citizens which made it harder for HYDRA to locate her.
She sighed grabbed her drink out of the fridge. She popped the cap on the beer bottle and headed towards her room. Without turning on the light she stripped off her shirt and almost made it to the bathroom before the lamp in her room clicked on.
She gasped and spun around, nearly dropping her bottle. A small sob slipped from her slightly parted lips as her gaze fixed on a large figure lounging in the cushiony chair that sat in the corner of her room.
“это было какое-то время, уже не ренегат?”
It has been a while, has it not Renegade?
The Winter Soldier looked at her lazily. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely breath.
The old alias brought back bittersweet memories. She remembered when he used to call her Rena for short. He wasn’t one for pet names, but he couldn’t hide his fondness for her sometimes.
There he was. After two years they had finally found her. She knew HYDRA was purposely fucking with her mind by sending the man that had once helped her escape to bring her back to her cage.
It took her a moment, but when she finally regained her composure and she darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She ripped open her medicine cabinet and let out a strangled curse when her glock .43 wasn’t there.
There was a mechanical crushing sound behind her and she leapt over and pressed her back to the door, shoving it closed. She let out a startled scream when a metal arm burst through the door and jerked her out of the bathroom.
She hit the ground hard and then scrambled towards her bed. She clawed over the springy mattress and reached towards her nightstand where she kept her glock .19, but a callused hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her across the mattress towards him.
At this point tears were streaming heavily down her face and her chest heaved heavily, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
The Soldier pinned down her limbs and his cold blue eyes bore into her. She couldn’t even look at him.
“Я ожидал больше борьбы.”
I expected more of a fight.
The Soldier’s red lips curled up in an icy smile. Renegade was suddenly reminded of how those lips tasted and felt against her skin. A small cry tore its way out of her throat. All the memories of him came flooding back, overwhelming her mind and confusing her body.
“You don’t remember do you? Your memories, they’re gone aren’t they?” Renegade’s voice cracked as she spoke. More tears slipped out of her eyes.
“вам выглядеть лучше, чем изображение на файл.”
You look better than the picture on your file.
The Soldier ignored her question as he let his hard gaze wander. One of his hands released her wrists and it slid down to her waist. Shivers ran down Renegade’s spine.
“Я знаю, что вы от мечта. Грязный сон.”
I know you from a dream. A dirty dream.
He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. She used to love how those eyes looked at her, how they savored every inch of her. Now they looked at her like a predator would look at prey. It unnerved her.
“We used to be in love. Do you remember that?” She let out a harsh laugh and she turned her head to the side. He let her, dropping his fingers from her chin down to her collarbones. “No. Of course you don’t. They stole it from you.”
“люблю? может быть, вы путаете, что с вожделением.”
Love? Maybe you confuse that with lust.
Renegade was almost too upset to catch what he said. It had to percolate in her mind for a minute and when it finally sunk in she was almost insulted by him.
“это легко сделать ошибку.”
It’s an easy mistake to make.
His fingers continued to slide down her body. They stopped at the waistband of her tight blue jean shorts and her breath caught in her throat. She grabbed his wrist lightning fast when he gave her shorts a tug.
“No.” She said firmly. It took all her willpower to hold her gaze on him. The Soldier arched an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched.
“No?” He used English this time. Which was a relief for Renegade. Her mind could barely function enough to translate Russian to English.
“No. I loved you and you loved me,” she said. “I did not mistake that.”
“Hmm.” He shrugged. It was such a human motion for such an inhuman presence. The juxtaposition in the movement made her head spin.
Then again everything about him was conflicting. It was one of the things that had first attracted her. The icy fire in his eyes, the cold smile on his warm lips, the chilly mechanical fingers that dug into her skin and then the hot burn of his flesh fingers on her skin. It was all her undoing.
“I still love you.” She confessed softly. She hoped that it would be enough to distract him and her risk paid off. His jaw slackened and his firm grip on her loosened.
Sinking down into the mattress, she brought her knees up to her chest and kicked out at him. Her bare feet hit him square in the chest and he was flung off her. Rena scrambled off the bed and she ran towards her door.
A startled scream tore through her throat as cold metal fingers reached out and snatched at her hair. She was yanked off her feet and thrown to the floor. The Soldier had her pinned down instantly. There was something in her eyes that she recognized. Intense lust. Her heart slammed against her ribcage and nervous heat wafted off her skin.
“You almost had me there,” the Soldier panted. “Maybe I underestimated you.”
“It’s an easy mistake to make.” She quoted him from earlier and he laughed. It was a silky dangerous laugh. It lacked any emotion and it was one of the laughs she hated.
“So, now you have me,” she stopped struggling under him. “What are you going to do to me, солдат?” (Soldier). She put as much suggestion in her words as she could manage.
The Soldier looked down at her. It wasn’t hard for her to get inside his head. She was, after all, laying so willingly below him with tight blue jean shorts and a black bikini top on.
With a low growl, the Soldier swiftly lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. Her long tan legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands gripped her hips almost painfully. His lips captured hers in a burning kiss and her fingers wound themselves up in his thick hair, just like they had done all those times before.
The Soldier didn’t even hesitate to start removing her clothing and she didn’t hesitate to remove his. When her top was torn off, the Soldier ravished her curves with his lips and tongue. Rena let her head fall back and a moan slipped between her swollen lips.
She laughed to herself. All the effort HYDRA had taken to keep them apart, was in vain. They could take away the memories, but the insatiable craving and the instinct was still there, buried deep within his mind, muscle, and flesh, as it was in hers.
The top half of the Soldier’s combat suit was shed and it was Rena’s turn to worship his body. She gently moved his hands off her thighs and he let her slide down the wall. Her feet hit the ground and her lips met his skin.
Her mouth traced the curve of his smooth muscle and a ecstatic shiver ran through the Soldier’s body. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, to slip his still clothed thigh in between her legs. Her lips wandered over to the border where flesh met metal. She kissed the scarred tissue lightly, making eye contact after every kiss. A low groan slipped out his his mouth and his lashes fluttered with delight.
Slowly her lips traveled back up towards his mouth. He kissed her hungrily, drinking in her taste and warmth. His flesh hand found it’s way towards her face. He brushed her hair out of her face and then cupped her cheek firmly. His thumb rubbed small circles on her cheek, matching the movements of his tongue in her mouth.
Rena’s hands were busy too. She grabbed his belt and unbuckled it eagerly. The Soldier broke the hot kiss to help take off the rest of his and her clothes. The Soldier lifted her up and placed one more kiss on her lips before he thrusted himself inside her.
It was a pleasantly surprising squeeze for him. Rena moaned softly and the Soldier let out a grunt as he began to move. Rena rested her forehead on his flesh shoulder as he moved. Her breath landed erratically on his sweat slicked skin. Her nails dug into his back, creating tiny red crescent shapes on his back.
The Soldier moved rapidly, drawing sharp gasps and sweet moans from Rena. Every move he made left her breathless and shivering with pleasure.
At some point, they had dropped from the wall and continued on the floor. Their lips and limbs were tangled together in a hurricane of sweat and sweet intoxicating pheromones.
An earth shattering climax rippled through Rena’s body and she gasped loudly, her body involuntarily pushed itself up against his and the pace the Solider had set never slowed. Rena knew it wasn’t long until he came. His thrusts became sloppier and the fire in his ice blue eyes grew when he climaxed. He groaned as he emptied himself inside her.
The Soldier waited a moment before he slipped out of her. Once he did, he hovered over her for a second. He ran a hand through his wild hair and he panted heavily. He let out a satisfied sigh and he stood up. Rena hated to break the silence between them, but she had to.
“This can’t ever happen again if you take me in.” Rena said softly. The Soldier glanced at her and Rena quickly got up and grabbed a large flannel to cover herself.
“I know.” His voice was tight. He realized he had fallen right into her ploy. The mind blowing sex was a bargaining chip and a damn good one at that. The Soldier had never felt anything like that and he doubted that any woman would ever be able to satisfy him the way she could.
“So what’s it going to be, солдат?” Rena buttoned up her flannel and the Soldier ran his hand through his hair again. He didn’t have and answer at the moment. For the first time ever, the Soldier was conflicted.
He ignored her as he began to collect his gear. After he got dressed he dropped both of Rena’s guns on the dresser and he left.
Rena smiled to herself. She had just earned herself a few hours of escape time. She quickly started to pack her essential items up.
Summary: Spanning seven decades, and highlighting pivotal moments in the life of the Winter Soldier. How do you keep from losing yourself to the darkness, when it’s so much easier to just let go?
Characters: Bucky x Reader Word count: 6,100 Warnings: This is Winter Soldier territory and it gets pretty dark. Violence
A/N: Yep it’s really long. I am not an historian and it’s not canon, so there is an element of historical
manipulation in some places, just go with it. Had fun writing this, thoughts are always welcome!
In every life, there are a million invisible threads connecting each
person to themselves. Some lives are happy and fulfilled, the threads strong
and secure. Other lives are filled with unimaginable grief and horror, the
threads damaged and broken. Every decision made, every choice leading down a
new path, the implications reverberating across the span of a lifetime. The
threads of any one life can fray and break, but they can be brought back together,
held in the hand of someone you never know is there.
She is always on the edges, dancing along the periphery of his situation.
She is not there to stop the worst from happening, she knows and accepts that
sometimes the worst outcome is the only option. No one else notices her, she
fades in and out of the memories of all those around her, an effortless talent
that is simultaneously effective and tragic. As the years pass, as he spirals
further and further, loses more of himself with ever step he takes, she picks
up the broken threads he sheds after every mission. Tying them together,
tucking them away, and searching for the opportunity to lay them down in front
of him, reminding him of who is. She asks nothing in return, except that he keep
fighting, keep his fingertips stretched toward the light, instead of descending into the bleak
darkness he craves.
He never remembers her. Every interaction, no matter how large or small,
is torn from his brain at his return. Even though every experience with her
feels new, what his handlers are unable to understand, is that even when
something leaves the mind, it can remain in the heart, because there exists a
muscle memory that can’t be altered. In the heat of his moments with her, the
feeling would always come, sharp and visceral, but heartbreakingly brief, making
him believe if he just focused, if he
just tried harder, he could find the answer. Sometimes he is so desperate to
remember, he could scream with the pain. But most often, the guilt is so
intense, he is desperate to forget.
I’m so excited. This is one of the last parts of my first series. There will be a part 20 and an epilogue so I hoped you enjoyed my fic til now
“So you can control yourself? Completely?” Steve
looked at Bucky as he explained the whole situation when he pretented
to be the Winter Soldier. He gave him a short nod and looked down to
his cup of coffee “Yep. Completely. I still don’t know how exactly
but it happens when it comes to the worst case scenario, you can
The other part of the team was either training down in
the training halls or were somewhere else in the compound relaxing or
working on some technician stuff. Since the incident, [Y/N] and Bucky
stopped going on missions because it was still hard for them to
handle some threatening situations.
“I’m afraid, Steve. I know that we can handle these
missions but…there may come a day where I can’t save her or myself.
I can’t live with this thought in my head that I could lose [Y/N]. I
can’t lose her. Not again. She is too precious to me…” the former
soldier sighed and ran his metal hand through his brown locks.
Sighing, Steve laid his hand on the shoulder of his best
friend “You know, we can’t always protect our loved ones. But I
believe the worst is over. You and [Y/N] can live in peace now”
The former Winter Soldier stood up and rounded the
kitchen island before he threw a little box at Steve who caught it
quickly before it could hit the ground. Confused, Steve raised an
eyebrow at his best friend “What is that?”
“Open it” Bucky took a package of cookies out of the
cupboard and laid some of them on a little plate before he went back
to the table where his friend opened the blue velvet box. Inside was
a ring, shimmering in the lights of the lamp that hang above the
table. A little diamond graced the top of it and shimmered green in
“You want to…propose to [Y/N]?” a smile grazed
Steve’s features when he looked up at Bucky who sat down in front of
him and sighed “Yes…I want. But I don’t know how…and where.
There are so many opportunities but…I can’t decide which of these
ideas would be good enough for her. [Y/N] deserves the best of the
best and nothing less. Do you know what I mean?”
Steve gave him a quick nod and thought about it for a
while before something popped into his mind “What about a trip to
Coney Island? The place where you two met for the first time. You
could take a ride on one of these huge Ferris wheels and when you’re
on the top, you ask her”
Bucky’s eyes went wide as Steve told him his great idea
“That’s perfect. Oh my god, thank you!” He put the box back in his
pocket, to his own luck, because a few seconds later, Natasha and
[Y/N] walked into the room to get some water.
“Hey there” [Y/N] smiled exhausted when the friends
came into the kitchen. Natasha gave her a bottle of water as she
opened the fridge and took one for herself as well.
“Hey, how was the training?” Bucky smiled back at her
and took a sip of his coffee before he sat down the cup and gave her
a soft kiss. Yawning, [Y/N] sat down next to her boyfriend and laid
her head on the table “It was exhausting. Nat kills me every time. I
think I become better and she starts to hit me and I’m down again.
I’m so…done. But now I understand why she was a russian assassin,
she is really good”
“You’re good too” the red head chuckled and threw her
already empty bottle into the dustbin when [Y/N] looked back at her
and mumbled “Lair”
“Doll? I want to take you out, tonight. What do you
think?” Bucky rubbed her back and began to massage her shoulders
when he stood up to stand behind her. [Y/N] smiled and enjoyed his
massage before she nodded “Sounds good. Where are we going? A fancy
restaurant? Do I have to wear a dress and heels? Because I don’t
think I can walk on these today. I can’t feel my legs anymore, thanks
“No, you don’t have to. You’re always beautiful, even
when you wear my sweaters in the morning. But it’s a surprise so I
don’t care what you will wear” Bucky kissed her neck while he
kneaded her shoulders. “Alright. But first, I’ll go up and take
a shower. Maybe I’ll also take a nap so wake me up one hour before
you want to go on our surprise date” [Y/N] stood up from her chair
and wrapped her arms around Bucky’s torso and kissed him softly.
Grinning, he returned the kiss and let her go so she could go
upstairs to their shared bedroom where she could take a shower.
In the evening, Bucky went up to [Y/N]’s and his bedroom
where he found her asleep on their great king-size bed. The former
soldier smiled at this sight when he saw how she was cuddle up in the
thick bedsheets and hold onto Bucky’s pillow. Quietly, Bucky sat down
next to her and kissed her cheek “Wake up, baby doll. Don’t forget
our date night”
Mumbling, [Y/N] opened one eye and looked up at Bucky
who was smiling down at her. Yawning, she turned over so she was
laying on her back and sat up “You can be so happy that I love
you…when do you want to go?”
James took a look at the clock that was hanging above
their door “In one hour, if it’s okay for you. I think it doesn’t
matter when we leave so take your time, doll”
Nodding, she stretched and stood up “Okay”
One hour later, the couple took the elevator down to the
garage where all the cars of Tony stood, together with Steve’s
motorcycle and Bucky’s as well. Smiling, Bucky paused and looked back
to [Y/N] “Do you want to take the car or my motorcycle?”
“The motorcycle” [Y/N] grinned and took one of the
helmets that were placed on the seats. Bucky smiled and took his
before he climbed on the back of it “You love to cuddle with me,
“Maybe” [Y/N] grinned and sat behind him. Grinning,
she wrapped her arms around Bucky’s torso when he started the machine
and told FRIDAY to open the gate so he could drive out of the garage.
Together they drove through the streets of New York which were
shinning with the huge city lights. Smiling, [Y/N] held onto Bucky
and looked around when he drove off to the beach where Coney Island
Amazed by the view and Bucky’s choice of their date
location, she squeezed his torso shortly and shouted over the blowing
wind “That was a great idea, honey! Thank you so much!” “You’re
welcome, doll!” Bucky shouted laughing and drove down to the huge
parking lot. Smiling, [Y/N] got off the motorcycle and doffed her
helmet when Bucky turned the machine off and got off it himself. He
put [Y/N]’s and his own helmet in the bags at the side of his
motorcycle and locked it with a small chain.
“Oh my god, the Cyclone is still there!” [Y/N]
exclaimed and hugged Bucky before he kissed her cheek and took her
down to the crowded attractions. Collateral, they walked through the
crowds and enjoyed their evening when Bucky showed her the huge
Ferris wheel “Let’s take a ride in this one. I swear, the view is
breathing taking, doll. Come on”
“Okay” [Y/N] grinned and followed him over to the
great attraction, just to see the huge line in front of it. They
sighed in sync but still lined up at the end. It couldn’t take that
Well, it could. While they were waiting and Bucky held
[Y/N] close to his chest as she stood in front of him and leaned
against him, he got the idea to buy her some candyfloss “Doll, I’m
gonna get us something to eat. So it’s your task now to stay here and
wait, okay? I’ll be right back”
Yawning, [Y/N] nodded and stood straight again as Bucky
disappeared in the big crowd next to the line in front of the Ferris
wheel. While [Y/N] was waiting, she looked around and saw many
couples walking down the beach, hand in hand. So she didn’t noticed
when Bucky came back with some candyfloss for her, only when he held
it in front of her eyes. Her eyes lit up at the sight “You bought us
candyfloss! You’re the best, baby”
“I know” Bucky smiled and kissed her softly before he
took a piece of it “Open up your mouth”
Grinning, [Y/N] did as she was told so he could put it
in. Softly he kissed her forehead as they waited for their turn and
ate some of the candyfloss.
Some minutes later, they sat in their passenger car and
drove up to the top. Bucky put his arm around [Y/N]’s shoulders and
kissed her softly as she turned her head to him and smiled. [Y/N]
broke the kiss and looked into his blue eyes “I love you, Bucky”
“I love you too, doll” he smiled and kissed her temple
when the Ferris wheel stopped at the top. Stunned, the couple saw the
ocean and the city lights of New York in the back. It was almost
midnight when Bucky looked back at [Y/N] who’s gaze was still fixed
on the great view. Nervous, Bucky took the little blue velvet box out
of his jacket and looked back at [Y/N] before he coughed slightly so
[Y/N] would notice him. Puzzled, her gaze went back to Bucky who
looked nervous “Is everything alright, Buck?”
“This is for you” he smiled sheepish at her and handed
her the box. Startled, the young agent looked down at the box in her
hands when Bucky began to speak “It’s been almost eighty years since
we met each other here in Coney Island and since that day I knew you
would play an important role in my life. And I was right. You see,
people told me when I was younger that for everyone of us there is a
person on this big planet who belongs to us and makes us whole. I
never believed them. It sounded so cheesy so I ignored this thought
but then I met you and I knew what they were talking about. The way
you make me smile and how I love to see you happy, it makes my whole
day. And I knew how bad it is to lose all of this. I lost you once,
doll, and this won’t happen again. That’s why I’m sitting here right
now, right in front of you. Because I love you so much and I want you
to be mine forever, I want everyone to see that we belong together
and that there is nothing and no one who can change this. So I’m
asking you, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will you marry me and become Mrs [Y/N]
Slowly [Y/N] opened the velvet box and saw the diamond
ring in it as tears were falling down her cheeks. Sniffling, her gaze
went up to Bucky’s eyes who began to get nervous when she remained
silent but that changed when she pulled him closer and kissed him.
Softly he returned her kiss and ran his fingers through her hair when
he mumbled into the kiss “Is this a Yes?”
“Of course, it is a Yes, you jerk. I love you so damn
much” [Y/N] chuckled and kissed him again before he broke the kiss
and put the ring on her finger “I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs
Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held
him close while he kissed her head and enjoyed the last minutes of
the great view with his betrothed.