Soft touches


Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

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Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”

   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 

   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 

    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

Young Avengers, Avengers Academy, and the Runaways

Something that always bothered me about the dynamic between these groups is how they were treated differently in spite of being the same status as superheroes. For example, the Young Avengers seem to have been privileged in treatment compared to the Runaways and Avengers Academy. I never understood this at all.

What I mean is the adults treat the AA and the Pride kids like crap in spite of accomplishing things that neither the Avengers or Young Avengers accomplished. Okay, in Runaways Vol. 1, the kids were treated as fugitives…for taking out a criminal empire that only gained prominence because of the lack of oversight by the super hero community. Instead of giving the kids kudos for a job well-done, the Avengers opted to put them in foster homes and condemned for their behavior(Of course, Spider-man was not around for that because it would have been really hypocritical for him to admonish them). Meanwhile, the Young Avengers just group up to stop Kang the Conqueror and while the Avengers initially start putting them down, they eventually accepted them into the mold…for reasons Hell, the one normal person in the group(Kate Bishop) was even given the codename of long term Avenger so it was never a matter of safety.

Of course, the Young Avengers did not have stand-offish people like Gert or selfish assholes like Chase in their group, I found it highly hypocritical for them to reward a group for endangering the timeline in order to have their way in spite most of the members not really being invested in the occurrence(they pretty much joined up in order to help a friend and that is all) while the Runaways(Pride kids…whatever) had every reason to stop the Pride as it was their responsibility to or else the world itself would have ended. Then after the Pride fell, they continued heroing(in spite of resistance from Chase and Gert) solely because it was their responsibility to since they were the ones who created the vacuum in power in California to begin with. They have a reason to be heroes: to undo the crimes that their parents committed. Of course, their irrational distrust for all adults and their juvenile generalizations that all adults were out to get them may have turned the Avengers off(Chase is like one of those asshole kids that think super heroes are dumb and is just irritating sometimes), but Doctor Strange had to look at Nico and see the potential she had. Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch had to sympathize with Molly Hayes because they come from the same exact scenario(Evil Parents and good offspring). Why were the Avengers so resistant to the idea of training these kids or accepting them, but give the Young Avengers every resource they have? Hell, they even get to visit Avengers Mansion while the Runaways lived under tar pits and abandoned homes!

Then we get their treatment of the Avengers Academy kids. Anybody who has read that series knows that the main Avengers were straight-up assholes to the Academy kids in spite of knowing that they were tormented youth. These kids enrolled the Academy with the promise to be the next vanguard of the Avengers name, but on one hand, they just give the Young Avengers the mantle without so much of a second thought. The Young Avengers did not train nor were the trained by the Avengers. They were not questioned as severely as the Academy kids about motives and were not at the front lines of battles like them. They just literally picked up costumes and/or weapons and took care of business. There was hardly any adult supervision unlike Academy where the biggest Avenger names such as Hank Pym, Quicksilver, and Tigra were their teachers. They even had Spider-man teach the kids who was surprisingly a really good teacher as he trusted them to overcome their weaknesses in battle. But the Young Avengers screw up twice on nearly monumental levels and they don’t so much as get a suggestion? Even the darker and edgier counterpart, the Ultimates, are so much dicks to their successors. Captain America even allowed Miles Morales to fight alongside him in the Civil War. Iron Man publicly supported the New-Ultimates. 

To me, the Avengers Academy and the Runaways are the tormented kids. The outcasts with crooked parents and the kids that experienced abuse(sexual or otherwise) and torture are given grief and obviousness from their adult peers. The Young Avengers are the kids with exceptional upbringings. The Runaways were raised by criminals and often have to deal with the consequences of that. The Avengers Academy kids each had their issues as well as each of them except Jeanne experiencing some bout of PTSD due to either Norman Osborn torturing them or a previous occurrence. The Young Avengers are comprised of a New York socialite rich girl whose mom did a lot charities with no powers to speak of(she was a sexual assault survivor, but so was Stryker of the Avengers Academy, the only difference is that Kate did not let the experience impact her negatively and got the help she needed because she had money while Striker ignored it and let it grate at him), a boy who has a proud if not forgotten legacy(Eli being black in America…okay fine I will give him a pass), a gay couple who had otherwise great parents who raised them in spite of either of them being their true parents, and the daughter of a superhero…who died and then came back just to watch his daughter die. It is funny because while the Young Avengers were partying and having a great time because they saved the multiverse, the most prominent members of the other two were forced to fight each other to death in a Battle Royale rip-off. Even now, the Young Avengers are going to become the main focus of Original Sin while the survivors of the battle royale rip-off are slowly becoming evil. It is as if Marvel is stating that tormented youth are a lost cause and in no way can be heroes, but rich and/or well to do kids can be rewarded everything because they wish it.

Undercover (1/?)

 Summary: You haven’t been on a mission in months, you stay behind your desk at SHIELD headquarters a lot recently.  When Fury calls you for an important undercover  mission, well, you cant really tell him no , can you? You just wish you knew what you were getting yourself into beforehand.

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (kinda)

Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness

 " Ill see you in 2 hours.“

” I didn’t even agree yet Nick.“ you groan into the phone .

” Oh I’m sorry Y/n , did this sound like a request? “ he sasses ,“Get your ass on the jet Agent.” he hangs up .

“ Rude. ” you say under your breath . You look across the room to Coulson, a knowing look on his face. He nods his head towards the exit . You look , seeing a duffel waiting by the door. 

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You salute him ,making him chuckle as he watches you drag yourself to pick up the duffel. You walk to the hangar, grumbling as you step into the jet.  You say hello to the pilot, then take off on your way to the disclosed destination. You shuffle through the bag, looking over your  new (fake) ID , reading over the notes about your new life and the mission.  Stupid Fury , Stupid Coulson.  It’s not that you don’t like missions, you just haven’t been out on one for a while. You’ve kind of grown to like researching and hanging out in the lab back at HQ, you’ve learned a lot.

  Anna Smith , 25, stay at home wife. Wife!?  Married to  Offiicer Chris Smith , 26 .  There’s someone else on this mission?   You continue reading over the files, your main goal was to keep up you cover, you are mainly there to aid the other agents cover and see if you can find out any additional information. SHIELD believes HYDRA has infiltrated this towns police enforcement, along with other groups in town. Great, because I just love dealing with fucking Hydra .  

There is two phones in the bag, one labeled Anna and the other was a burner. Under the phones is a new outfit, and a note.


As of right now the area isn’t bugged. There is a scanner in ‘Annas’ phone that will alert us of any technology that isn’t ours that has breached the perimeter. You are to keep your cover intact everywhere beside the confines of your temporary home. Leave your current clothing ,personal phone and this note in the bag with the pilot. Be safe.


 The jet drops you at a safe location, where a car was already waiting for you with a fellow agent behind the wheel .  The ride wasn’t long, about 15 minutes before you pulled infront of a beautiful house. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a one story , cozy looking home.

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 You thank the driver, grabbing the luggage that was given to you when you were picked up ,then begin walking up the sidewalk . When you reach the door, it swings open ,nearly giving you a heart attack .  Your eyes are level with very muscular chest as you awkwardly let out a squeak .

  Your eyes travel up , landing on what you assume to be your ‘husband’ . Something about him looks so familiar, but you cant quite place where you’ve seen him . A dazzling smile spreads across his faces before he leans down to kiss your cheek at take your bags from you .

“ Welcome home, Doll."  Your eyes widen at his voice, immediately realizing who he is .

  Holy shit, I’m married to Steve Rogers.

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Undercover (2/?)

Summary: You haven’t been on a mission in months, you stay behind your desk at SHIELD headquarters a lot recently.  When Fury calls you for an important undercover  mission, well, you cant really tell him no , can you? You just wish you knew what you were getting yourself into beforehand.

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (kinda)

Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness 

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                                                     Chapter Two

     It takes you a minute to snap out of your shock, but then you quickly follow behind Steve.  As you step In the house, you scan your new surroundings. You slowly walk around the TV room,  your eyes going to the line of pictures on the mantel of the fireplace.  Each one sent a wave of warmth in you , every picture is of you and Steve. The wedding photo of you two dancing is what your eyes are stuck on.  Damn, who ever made these is seriously talented! Part of you is jealous, wishing that what the pictures portray could be real. The other part of you , the more sensibly side, is reminding you that you are in fact on a mission .

You hear footsteps from behind you , and you can feel Steves body heat radiating off him .

  The house isn’t bugged, Captain.” you say as you turn to face your new husband.

He nods,  a blush creeps over his cheeks as he begins speaking, “ Ill never understand how they could make these pictures so real.” he says, his eyes going to the wedding picture .

“ Who ever did it is very gifted,that kind of technology is still a mystery to me too. I’m Y/n , by the way.” There is a small hint of awkwardness between the two of you , but you don’t expect anything less. He shakes your hand, your heart feels like its going to beat out of your chest at the contact. I need to control myself, this is for business, not pleasure.

You clear your throat, “ Want to fill me in on exactly what I’m walking into?”

  He nods, sitting on the couch , gesturing for you to join . You take the seat next to him.

Steve spends the next hour explaining details. You two are newlyweds, that just moved here to start your life together. There is a retirement party being thrown for a Sergeant at the station in a week, and families are expected to be there.  It would be suspicious if you didn’t attend, risking blowing this mission is not an option; that’s why you are here.  You aren’t here just to play arm candy for him though , you are to get close with the others families to see if theres any hint as to who is HYDRA .  Steve also informs you that  A lot of these men have government ties, the chance that their ties are also Hydra is high . The last thing this country needs is anymore Hydra agents in government positions.

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. “Okay , so the house is the only safe zone as of right now. Everywhere else, our cover is up . You know what that entails, right ?“ you shyly ask .

 "uhm I - yes ma'am .  We have to act like a real married couple. Hand holding, kissing- ”

“ You sure you can keep up with the PDA ?” you tease . Steves cheeks turn pink, his eyes crinkling as he shoots you a goofy smile.

“ Don’t worry , I wont get too handsy. Maybe ” you wink as the last word leaves your lips. You didn’t think it was possible, but hes blushing even harder. This is going to be interesting.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

    You spend the rest of that day learning more about your covers, memorizing all the details you could about Chris Smith .  When its time for bed, Steve tries to take the couch .   What a gentleman .

” You know, if we want to sell the part we should start getting comfortable around each other Steve. You’re sleeping in the bed, no arguments.“

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He didn’t try to argue , he agreed with your point.  You follow behind him as he guides you to the master bedroom, which is a lot bigger than you thought itd be. It was very spacious, with a giant bed placed against the back  wall. The walls are grey , yellow accents placed around the room. You feel oddly at home already .  You both agree to sleep in what you’re most comfortable in ; leaving Steve in nothing but flannel pants , & you in a baggy tee& underwear. 

   When you finally collapse into bed, Steve stays more than an arms length away . Has he ever shared a bed before?

” i don’t bite Steve, you don’t have to lay all the way over there.“  you joke .

 He shuffles closer, but still not close enough .  He is not making this easy .  You bite the bullet, scooting yourself back until your ass is against him. You hear him gasp at the contact, making you slyly smile.  

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” you okay with this?“ you softly ask, not wanting to push him too far .

” yeah “ he releases a loud sigh , he lightly drapes his arm over your waist, testing the waters to see how you’ ll react. When you don’t flinch, he properly rests his arm over you , his hand grazing your bare thigh .

” Good night Steve.“ you mumble, letting your eyes slip closed .

” Good night, wife.“ you feel him smile against your hair, your lips twitch up as you finally drift asleep.

   The doorbell jolts you both out of your sleep, you send Steve a ‘wtf’ look before he rolls out of bed , throwing on a t shirt and sliding a gun into the back waistline of his pants. He’s out of the room before your feet hit the ground . Your scitter into the bathroom, shedding your tee and sliding into the silk robe that is hanging on the back of the door. You tie it around you , then  grab your pockey knife from the bathroom drawer and slip  it into your pocket in case. You bolt from the room, but as you approach the front room you hear an additional voice that you cant recognize.

” I was in the neighborhood, thought id drop by so i could finally meet your wife Smith! You cant hide her forever!“ the voice teases. Who ever this man is sounds harmless, but you know not to judge a book by its cover.

Steve goes to speak , but you interrupt . Putting forth your best innocent voice,

” Sweetheart, what- Oh , hello .“ you say shyly, pulling your robe tighter against your body .

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” You didn’t tell us she was this beautiful man!“ the man says, slapping Steve on the shoulder. You watch the blush rise on Steves face when he sees you ,The robe was short and black, hitting you  about mid thigh so it showcases your legs perfectly.

You giggle as you shake the mans hand,

” I’m , Peter . You must be the famous Anne,its nice to finally meet you.“ he says with a smile.

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” Its nice to meet you too Peter! I’m looking forward to meeting everyone else at the party next week .“ you say as you move to Steve side , interlocking your hands as soon as your close enough .

"  You don’t have to wait that long sweetheart, me & my wife are having a bonfire tonight . Some of our neighbors, along with co workers will be there! Give you two a chance to meet new people other than our co workers pal. ” He says , elbowing Steve in the ribs.  Oh crap, we need an excuse. I’m not ready! I was banking on having a week to prepare more before having to be in this situation! Your smile doesn’t leave your face as your internal panic increase . Little did you know Steve was worrying as well .   Before Steve can politely decline the offer, Peter adds,

“ I’m not taking no as an answer. We’ve all been dying to meet Anne,  we’ll see you 7 !” he says as he walks out . 

Well shit .

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