Limits Bucky Barnes x Reader by @emilyevanston tags not working Reader and Bucky decide to play a foreplay game that they got as a gift…
Confident Bucky Barnes x Reader by @belleetlabeast Sam Wilson is an old friend who you reunite with when you become the new War Machine after Rhodey retires. Luckily, taking that position also means meeting Bucky… Ongoing Series
I’ll Be With You Bucky Barnes x Reader by @belleetlabeast Reader is a nurse who happens to be a nurse and the daughter of one of Bucky’s old flings. When they run into each other, literally, a relationship begins to bloom between the two of them. Completed Series
For Your Convenience Bucky Barnes x Reader by @brighterlights Reader works in a department store and a love triangle-esque relationship forms between her, Bucky, and Steve. Completed Series
Liberty Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Reader by @softwintersoldier Reader is the daughter of a governor and sneaks aboard Captain Barnes ship in search of adventure. Ongoing Series
Captain Steve Rogers x Reader by @callingmrsbarnes Reader kisses Steve while on a mission, almost blowing their cover, which leads to some smutty smut smut.
Ink Chris Evans x Reader by @fvckingbuchanan Chris has a kink for tattoos, which is a good thing because reader has two in some NFSW places…
Splash Steve Rogers x Reader by @atari-writes Some very smutty bathtub sex amiright or amiright?
Slow Burn Dean Winchester x Reader by @dancingalone21 A friend sets you up with Sam on a blind date, but things you guys just don’t hit it off. When Sam sets you up his brother, Dean, there is definitely a spark. And guys, Firefighter!Dean?! Completed Series
What Are The Odds Dean Winchester x Reader by @dancingalone21 Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way. Completed Series
Infatuated Steve Rogers x Reader by @theunholygrails When the reader turns to Steve after a break up, Steve finally takes a chance and expresses i=his feelings for the reader.
Stand Down Bucky Barnes x Reader by @timeforsmut “Reader has been going through a bad depression and tony still has her fight. However, she throws her life on the line when Bucky wakes up and he tries killing her, but part of him recognizes his old girlfriend”
Swab Yer Decks Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Reader by @caplanbuckybarnes “When Bucky finds a childhood friend, will he risk everything to protect her? Or will he risk her life for a lost treasure?”
You Are Not My Mother No Pairing (Supernatural) Sister!Reader by @percussiongirl2017 Reader doesn’t trust Mary when she comes back from the dead and finds her dealing with the British Men Of Letters behind Sam and Dean’s back. Completed Series
Delta Bucky Barnes x Reader by @papi-chulo-bucky ABO!Universe: “Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.” Completed Series
The Ultimatum Dean Winchester x Reader by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Reader wants to leave the hunter live and have a family after Dean almost dies on a job, but Dean wants to continue hunting.
Fault Bucky Barnes x Reader by @bxckyfxcknbxrnes “Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.” Ongoing Series
Mess With Them Steve Rogers x Reader by @redgillan Steve and the reader have a secret relationship that they are keeping rom the rest of the team. Completed Series
The Maid Dean Winchester x Reader by @super-slick-fanfic-chick Sam and Dean hire you as a maid for the bunker and give you a less than conservative uniform to wear ;))))))
Evermore Bucky Barnes x Reader by @snowyseba *Based off of “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast* Bucky spends days planning his proposal, but on the night he’s about to do it, something comes up that brings you away.
In This Light Bucky Barnes x Reader by @bovaria Reader and Bucky were friends when they were kids, but were separated when Bucky moved away. When they run into each other on the set of a photoshoot where reader is the photographer and Bucky is the model, things get interesting… Ongoing Series
TONY JUST WANTS PETER TO BE BETTER THAN HIM CAUSE HE STILL BLAMES HIMSELF FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO THE AVENGERS IN CIVIL WAR AND IM CRYING MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY I WANT TONY TO KNOW THAT HE IS AMAZING AND A BEAUTIFUL PERSON I NEED TO HUG HIM SO MUCH MY BABY
I have watched Winter Soldier three times this week, and I was watching this scene when the idea of this fic occured to me. Of course, maybe the idea behind it is wrong. It is based on my own theory.
If you have any feedback, please let me know! I hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS-IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
You pulled up to Steve’s old military camp in silence. Nat was baffled, you knew, by the possibility that such an advanced program, which had bested even her, had originated from such an unlikely place. Steve was wading through his memories of the camp, of a time before Captain America. A time when life was simple.
You were worried. There had to be a reason you were led here, and it couldn’t be good. You were overcome by this feeling that as bad as things were now, they were going to get much worse. You stayed silent, choosing not to worry the others more than necessary, and followed closely behind Steve, hand hovering above your gun, anxiously waiting for someone to jump out at you.
Nat wandered for a bit, searching out any signals that would assist in finding the source of the data that had nearly cost Fury his life. She called out that there was absolutely nothing. No heat signatures, no waves. She began to theorise about what could have happened. You didn’t understand much of what she said.
But Steve seemed to have noticed something, and strode towards a cold, angular, concrete building.
“Steve?” You asked, still following behind him.
“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks,” Steve began. “This building is in the wrong place.” With absolutely no effort, he used the rim of his shield to smash the padlock off of the door, and the three of you ventured inside.
Your mouth dropped open. There was a SHIELD insignia upon the wall, and office furniture, long forgotten, littered the dusty room.
“This is SHIELD,” Nat uttered.
“Maybe where it started,” Steve replied.
Entering a smaller room to the side, your eyes were drawn to three photographs that hung in broken frames on the wall. Howard, Peggy and Colonel Phillips smiled down at you.
“There’s Stark’s father,” Nat pointed out.
“Howard,” you elaborated with a fond smile.
“Who’s the girl?” Nat asked. Your eyes moved from Peggy’s beautiful face to Steve. His jaw clenched slightly, and instead of replying, he turned to investigate the room.
“Agent Peggy Carter,” you said gently. Nat nodded her understanding, but before she could say anything else, you heard Steve’s voice.
“If you’re already working in a secret office…” he said, pushing aside a heavy looking bookshelf, “why do you need to hide the elevator?”
The two of you walked to where Steve was standing and studied the elevator. The doors were quite old, and there was a keypad next to them. Nat pulled her device out of her pocket again, and held it up the keypad. It determined the passcode, and she pressed the numbers in sequence. The doors slid open. You glanced nervously at Steve, took a deep breath, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t lurch, or give any indication of collapsing, so you relaxed, and the others got on with you. There was only one button. You pressed it.
When the doors opened again, you were staring into a dark space. It was cold, and seemed to be quite large. Stepping out of the elevator, the lights turned on. There must have been some sort of movement sensor.
At the opposite end of the room sat several large computer monitors, and behind that, an endless sea of databanks. You looked to Natasha, and saw her shaking her head.
“This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient…” she confirmed your thoughts, but as she moved closer, she noticed a USB port. Even you could tell how out of place it seemed. She placed the USB into the port, and then there was a cacophany of whirring, as the databanks began to roll, and the old computer flashed to life.
The words Initiate System? blinked on the screen. You and Steve were both well and truly out of your depth, so you deferred to Nat. This was one of her specialties after all.
“Y-E-S, spells yes,” Nat smiled as she typed. You could tell despite everything, she was genuinely enjoying having a puzzle to solve. Her level of intelligence was unrivaled by most. “Shall we play a game?” Nat laughed as she waited for the computer to process her input. “It’s from a movie that…”
“Yeah, we saw it,” Steve remarked dryly.
Before that conversation could progress any further, a familiar voice rang out, reverberating around the cavernous room. You recognised it immediately. It was just one of the voices that haunted you in your nightmares.
“It’s some kind of a recording,” Nat breathed, impressed by the technology, as a small camera focused on each of you, one at a time.
I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am. The screen flashed an image, and your fear was confirmed. You were being addressed by Dr. Arnim Zola. The man who stole your husband from you. Your fists balled at your sides.
“Do you know this thing?” Nat asked, looking between the two of you. This time it was your turn to offer no answer, as you continued to stare at the face on the screen, now not a photograph but a digital face. The camera seemed to pause on you and observe you longer than the others. You hated that you couldn’t feel him. He was there, but he was just a machine. He had no emotions.
“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years,” Steve explained for Nat’s sake. He was confused, but you barely noticed.
First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.
“How did you get here?” Steve asked angrily.
You began to feel sick.
“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” Nat elaborated. “SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values.”
Zola continued. They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.
The camera observed as you swayed, light headed.
“HYDRA died with the Red Skull,” Steve spoke with conviction.
Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.
A flurry of images appeared on the screen. Zola told his story. But you couldn’t concentrate. It felt like you were underwater. Everything was fuzzy, voices were far away, and you couldn’t breathe.
Zola was the only member of Hydra that had been captured by the American military that didn’t immediately pop a cyanide capsule. He had entered custody without a fuss, and from what you had been told, he was mostly cooperative.
The intel about him being on the train had been so easy for you to procure. The train route so readily available. Steve had told you that there were Hydra agents on board that attacked Bucky and himself, but less than he thought there would have been.
Zola wanted to get captured. He wanted to be taken into custody, and prove his worth. He wanted SHIELD to need him. To rely on him. A parasite from within could do much more damage than someone on the outside ever could. He made sure Hydra would survive, undetectable until it was too late.
Bucky had died. He died trying to protect America. The world. He died. For this?
Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain, Barnes. Your deaths amount to the same as your lives; a zero sum.
You walked up to the monitor that was displaying Zola’s face, and before anyone could reach out to stop you, you punched it with all your might. You showed no indication that your bleeding knuckles caused you any pain.
“(Y/N),” Steve said softly, walking up behind you.
As I was saying… Zola interrupted, face popping up on one of the smaller screens. What’s on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.
“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat asked, watching Steve pull you away from the monitor gingerly. She was enjoying the puzzle a lot less now.
The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.
The doors that you had entered the room from, the only doors that you were aware of, began to close. Steve turned from you, and threw his shield at them in order to avoid being trapped, but it was too late.
“Steve, we’ve got a bogey. ETA 30 seconds,” Nat said with carefully constructed calm.
“Who sent it?” Steve asked.
Admit it, it’s better this way. We’re all three of us…out of time.
Steve looked around desperately, and found a grate in the floor. He let go of your hand, and pried the cover off. Nat jumped in. You were torn between finding protection and just accepting what was coming, when Steve pulled you in with him, covering the three of you with his shield.
There was a loud explosion, and the building began to collapse. You were buffeted by concrete and debri, and the resulting fire made it difficult to breath. In order to protect you and Nat, Steve was slightly exposed. You hoped desperately that his Super Soldier Serum would help him. You closed your eyes.
When you next opened them, you were in a car. You were dazed, but you knew that it wasn’t the one that you had driven to New Jersey in. Something was wrapped around your hand tightly, and your ribs ached. Your ears were ringing, but soon you were able to make out two voices. Steve and Nat. They were alive.
“We should go to Stark. He’s closer,” Steve argued.
“We can’t Steve, you know that,” Nat countered. “They’ll expect that. Hell, they might’ve already visited him looking for us. I don’t know if we have anywhere we can go!”
“Sam Wilson…” you piped up. Your throat was dry and sore. Smoke inhalation.
“(Y/N), thank God,” Steve sighed in relief. You felt him calm ever so slightly in knowing that you were awake. You felt the same from Nat.
“Sam Wilson?” She asked.
“We were talking to him a while ago, when you picked us up for the Lumerian Star mission,” you continued, sitting up and clicking your seat belt on. You winced when the belt brushed across your ribs.
“How will we find him?” Nat pondered.
“The old fashioned way,” Steve replied.
A long drive, and a flick through the Washington phone book later, you found him. Steve parked the car a block away, so it wouldn’t cause any problems, and you all walked, injured and exhausted, the rest of the way.
Just as you had hoped, he had taken you into his home without hesitation. “Not everyone,” he had said when Nat told him everyone you knew was trying to kill you.
Nat showered first, while you waited with Steve.
“(Y/N),” he hesitantly began. “What happened back there?”
You thought for a moment, before deciding against telling him about your realisation.
“I didn’t like what he was saying,” you lied. It would be better if he didn’t know. He already had too much to carry on his shoulders. He didn’t need to know.
“Are you sure that’s it? You don’t normally react that way… unless something really upsets you.”
“I’m sorry I lost control…”
“Don’t apologise. I was about two seconds away from doing the same. But brash reactions are not something you’re generally known for… you hurt your hand.”
“It’s fine Steve. I’ll clean it thoroughly in the shower, and bandage it afterwards. It’ll be fine.”
Nat walked back into the room from the bathroom, and sat on the bed next to you, drying her hair.
“You go (Y/N). I’ll go after you,” Steve offered.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, and you accepted his offer gratefully. You needed to be alone for a little while, to process everything that you had learned that day.
You cried in the shower. When you got out, you dried off, and wrapped your hand. The gash on your ribs would need attention too, but it was too difficult for you to manage alone.
You forced yourself to focus on something, anything, else. Luckily the awkward energy that you had felt surrounding Steve and Nat would provide a nice distraction for you. You had to force yourself to be OK, for Steve.
You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and rejoined Steve and Nat. Steve went to take his shower, and Nat went to find a drink in Sam’s kitchen. Alone again, you concentrated on Steve. And waited for him to come back into the room.
Note: I’m so so sorry this is late, sweetie! I hope you like it! thanks for the request. feedback is always welcome! .c
Request: I love your writing so much so I hope you can do this but if you can’t it’s ok, maybe you could do something like reader and bucky don’t like each other, and bucky would always tease her and play pranks on her and the reader just works in the lab with Tony, so bucky would always call her a lab rat, so Tony decided that all of the avengers would go to the Bahamas for a group vacation and the Reader was in a hot tub there and bucky sneaks in and starts being really romantic to the reader and then brings some wine and they end up making out ( no sex). sorry if this is really weird. Thank you so much if you can do this. @123olivia
-veeeery slight smut. just making out-
When you live in a tower full of superheroes and super humans, you’d think it’d be an easy process of waking up, going to work, eating dinner, and going to sleep all to repeat it the next day. Only in a far off fantasy would that happen to you. Sure, it’s amazing living with the Avengers. It’s living with Bucky Barnes that makes it your worst nightmare. Your worst, stressful, infuriating, nightmare.
All he wanted to do was poke fun at you while you worked in Tony’s lab. If he wasn’t in your ear, he was in your belongings. Or destroying them somehow.
A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you slammed your fist down on the work table. “Could you stop humming!? Five minutes - that’s all I need!” You shouted, turning to face the most immature and annoying person you’ve come to know.
Bucky simply smirked and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know, can I?” He quipped, reveling in the way your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved with anger. Bucky loved getting a rise out of you and you always failed to ignore his annoying antics.
“You either do it willingly or I’ll shove my first so far down your throat, your asshole will be sore.” You said through gritted teeth as the last ounce of patience you had dwindled down to a speck of nothingness.
Bucky belted out a laugh and held his stomach, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, lab rat. If you only knew how much I could wreck your asshole.” Bucky said through his loud chuckles, walking out of the room without a second glance.
Your mouth fell open with a gasp and your cheeks burned red, the heat pooling around your neck. You stomped your foot and took a much needed break from working. You hoped Tony would be back from his lunch break or else you’d never get this done.
As if he read your mind, Tony came in with a bag containing a white styrofoam
box. You sighed and plopped down in your swivel chair, resting your elbows on your knees. “Tony, I need a vacation.” You whined, rubbing your temples. Tony chuckled and handed you the bag. You took it with a small smile and opened it.
You smiled even wider as you looked inside. “Wow, my favorite food? Why ever would you?” You asked as you started to dig in. Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “I know Barnes gets under that skin of yours. Thought you needed a pick-me-up after he replaced your body wash with honey.” Tony explained, crossing his arms over his chest.
Groaning at the memory, you furiously stabbed at your food before taking a bite. “About that vacation. Maybe we all should go somewhere.” Tony thought aloud, finding it funny how you’re so worked up over someone he doesn’t care to take a second glance at. “Where are you thinking?” You asked curiously, slowly becoming excited at the thought of being away from Bucky, even if he’s still in the same place as you.
Really, could he bother you during a nice vacation away from the tower? He’d surely be too busy enjoying himself. Why on earth would he choose to bother you when he could be skiing or swimming in the ocean? Or drowning… You’d pick your battle soon enough, you figured.
Tony quickly pulled you out of your chair - so quickly you almost dropped your food. “Tony! What on earth-” Tony immediately shushed you as he ran you two towards the elevator, quickly asking FRIDAY to send you to the common room. “Round up the team! We have a vacation to plan!” He yelled excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
You smiled at the brightness in Tony’s eyes. You knew he needed to get out of his lab, anyways. He was still stressing about work and Pepper; you never saw him sleep or take time away from his inventions. You were thankful you were hired on the spot to help Tony out. But sometimes, even you needed a break from everything.
It’s been a year or so since you got here. The lonely and desperate person you were before quickly changed once you called Nick Fury and asked if he knew anyone that could use your smarts.
Nick was an old family friend and you needed a job to pay for college. So, when he told you about Tony and what he did, you were more than eager to come in for an interview. After that, college was paid for and you had a job, including a bedroom.
Tony wouldn’t let you deny his forward request to pay for your college, even the rest of that months rent in your old Brooklyn apartment. Now, the only thing sucking the happiness out of you was Bucky. Ever since you got here, he was a little childish. Playing pranks, making annoying sounds to make you irritated, the whole nine yards.
If he wasn’t so-
Tony cleared his throat as he stared at you from outside of the open elevator doors. Your head snapped up as you came back to reality and you sheepishly stepped out. You and Tony walked into the common room and surprisingly everyone was there. “Great! Guys, Y/N and I think we should go on vacation!” Tony said with a smile.
Sam cheered along with Clint and Steve. “Yeess! We’ve been hoping this day would come!” Sam yelled out happily, nearly splitting his cheeks from how big his smile was. You giggled at the men, shaking your head. Nat and Wanda were squealing and you rolled your eyes playfully when they looked at you.
Bucky was sitting in his chair, watching everyone cheer with a small albeit genuine smile. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t ruin this for you. “So, any ideas?” Tony asked as he pulled out his holographic phone. He pulled up a map and looked around. “Maybe Milan? Tokyo? Paris?” He asked as he gestured towards each place. Everyone hummed and discussed among themselves.
“What about the beach?” Wanda suggested, sparking the teams interest. “Well, I haven’t been to the beach in a long, long time. That sounds amazing.” Nat smiled, cupping her hands together. The beach actually sounded really nice. It was spring time now and the cold weather could kiss your ass if it were up to you. It’s only cute during Halloween and Christmas time, anyways.
Tony looked around after putting his phone away. With raised eyebrows, he needed confirmation. “So, the beach, then? Maybe the Bahamas?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “The Bahamas!?” You squealed, gasping as you gaped at Tony. You’ve always wanted to go to to the Bahamas, and if you didn’t faint right now, you definitely would when you step foot in the warm sand.
After everyone had agreed and packed up, you all loaded up the jet and made your way to the Bahamas. “I’m so excited to get there! Tony, where are we gonna stay?” Sam asked, flipping through a magazine full of things to do at the Bahamas. “Flip to page 45.” Tony called out from the front of the jet. Sam did as told and you leaned over towards him, peeking at the page.
There was a huge beach house with a wooden sign that said ‘Stark’ engraved on it. “Daaaamn.” Sam muttered, raising his eyebrows. Before you could reply, you felt a boot nudge your shoe underneath the table. Not now, Barnes. Not now. You swallowed your sigh and paid Bucky no attention. That’s all he wanted from you and you’d be damned if you shot back.
Five minutes in, you shot back. “I will NOT let you ruin this vacation for me!” You yelled across the jet, shooting daggers at Bucky. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his hair framing his face as he shook his head. “I was just humming.” Bucky tried to defend himself, but he knows what he’s up to. “Sure, because the need to play footsies with me is apart of your poor singing act.” You rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.
Bucky grumbled and sat up in his seat, his jaw clenching. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Y/N.” Bucky said, hitting your last nerve. You gasped and stood up, your hands on the table. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW-” The jet was full of groans and exasperated sighs. “For the love of God, guys! Shut up!” Clint whined loudly, rubbing his temples.
You shot a look at Bucky and he smirked at you. “Sit down, lab rat.” Bucky winked at you. You rolled your eyes again and scoffed as you sat back down in your seat. “Aw, I meant on my lap.” Bucky playfully frowned. “You’re a headache.” You muttered, shaking your head. “S'long as I’m your only headache.” Bucky said with a sly smile.
You abruply stood out of your seat again, deciding to move up front to sit with Tony. This is the last time you’re going to let Bucky get under your skin.
The rest of the ride was quiet, all but the soft humming coming from Bucky. It wasn’t as loud, so it didn’t bother you as much as it would if you were right in front of him. You could see the bright blue water come into view out of the jet window, your chest filling with excitement. “Oh my gosh! We’re here!” You squealed as you squirmed in your seat.
The team all stood and gathered their bags as Tony landed near his beach house. It was a private area, so nobody would be able to bother you. All with the exception of Bucky Barnes. You exited the jet quickly, making your way into the house after Tony unlocked it.
You’d take the tour later, but what you wanted right now was that soothing hot tub you saw a photo of in the magazine. Your body was tense and you needed to relax immediately. Taking absolutely no notice to what anyone was saying or doing, you changed into a two piece in an empty bedroom and grabbed a towel and sunglasses.
You passed by the others and Steve stopped you before you bolted out of the back door. “Y/N! Hey, uh, sorry about Bucky.” He said bashfully, trying not to look down at your body. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not - but it’s not your place to apologize.” You explained softly, watching Steve nod.
“He’s just…I dunno. Have fun.” Steve said before walking away. You creased your eyebrows but shrugged, continuing your walk towards the back. You slid the glass door open and set your towel down on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. A remote was sitting in a small slot and you pulled it out, looking at the different buttons.
You pressed a few, jumping slightly when the hot tub began to fill up with water. Once it finished, you turned the jet pressure up, walking up the two stairs to get in. You could see steam rising up and you knew it was crazy to get in a hot tub under the sun, but you really needed the muscle relaxer right now.
A long, heavy sigh fell from your lips as you settled in the hot tub. “Shiiit, this feels amazing.” You sighed out, closing your eyes, the hot water bubbling all around you. You let your arms rest against the deck part, tilting your head back slightly. You allowed yourself drift away, listening to the wind blow, the sound of waves crashing, your teammates screaming and laughing in the water.
Had you not been paying attention to the sounds, you wouldn’t have heard the door open and close shortly after. “I like the sight of this.” Bucky said, you could hear the smirk in his tone.
You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him through your sunglasses. “Barnes, can’t you leave me alone until we get back to the tower?” You asked with venom laced in your voice.
Bucky ignored you and climbed in the hot tub, sitting near you. You noticed he was shirtless and he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. “I’m guessing you didn’t ask if it was okay to get that?” You questioned as Bucky popped the cork out. He smiled and filled the two glasses, handing you one.
“No, but I’m guessing you’re going to drink it anyways?” Bucky quipped, his eyebrows quirked. You sighed as you took a glass from his hand. Bucky bumped his glass gently against yours. “Cheers, Doll.” Bucky said softly, taking a gulp if his wine. You rolled your eyes but thought about the nickname he had just given you and took a sip from your glass.
Then another sip, and another, and another. Soon, the bottle was halfway filled and you were a tad bit tipsy. A giggle fell from your lips as Bucky moved closer to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Come on, you have to admit that you’ve thought about kissing me at least once, beautiful.” Bucky stated, setting his wine glass down on the deck behind you two.
Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head. “Bucky, I would never! And don’t call me beautiful!” You hiccuped through your giggles, turning to face Bucky. He was much closer and it made your heart skip. Bucky took your sunglasses off and set them down. His eyes looked into yours and you never noticed the different shades of blue hidden in his.
Bucky caressed your cheek and you stared at him, unsure of what to do. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said quietly, his eyes traveling along your face. You swallowed thickly and leaned into his touch. “I thought you hated me.” You slurred slightly with creased eyebrows. “I don’t. God, I don’t.” Bucky breathed, sounding rather nervous.
Bucky started to lean in, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You blinked a few times as he inched closer. “Just tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his knee brushing against yours. You let out a small exhale, letting his lips brush against yours. “No.” You whispered, finally pressing your lips against Bucky’s.
He groaned into the kiss and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue bump your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and started to twirl your tongue around his. He tasted like red wine and mint, a mixture you’d never get over.
You moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and his hands moved to rest on your hips. Your hands traveled along his neck, making their way into his long hair. Your mind was clouded but you were fully aware of the erection he was sporting. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a low growl from Bucky. He pulled away, your lips creating a wet smacking sound as he did so.
Your breath was heavy, your chest heaving up and down. Bucky gulped, his eyes trailing along your face and your exposed chest above the water in your bikini top. “Th-that-” Bucky breathed, his hand moving up to touch his lips. You smirked and leaned into his ear. “Kitten got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk, licking up the shell of his ear.
Bucky groaned and his eyes shut momentarily as you rolled your hips against his again. His lips were on yours in no time, tongues twirling, teeth biting, hands grabbing, nails clawing.
A/N: This is my first attempt at posting something publicly. It was inspired by a dream I had (hee hee hee). It is in 2 parts. I write what I think so I am not sure if it feels like it rattles on, but the idea was to write it so you know exactly what’s going on in her mind, even when it’s sarcastic remarks to herself.
Synopsis: After being hurt by local thugs trying to help a student of yours, Steve finds you and brings you to T’Challa’s Facility to get you help. Friendship occurs with Steve and Bucky during your recovery til it comes time to go home, then shit gets real.
Word count: total 6756. Part 1=3305words Part 2=3451
Warnings: Part 1 is swearing and violence, Part 2 is swearing, alcohol, some talk of injuries, and SMUT
(Pics and Gif’s are not mine, I Googled them)
You sighed as you saw the two large black men turn the corner. You knew this wasn’t going to pretty, again. Why do you keep doing this? Why can’t you just be like everyone else and let the police deal with situations like this? Because you care damn it. You knew this14 yr old boy, Yuna, from the school you taught at and you knew he was a good kid. You also knew he lived in a little hovel with his mom and 3 sisters all under the age of 12. You knew why he was helping sell drugs for these Wakandan drug dealers, but you didn’t like it one bit. You were in the alley talking to Yuna, trying to plead with him to give it up and you’d figure out a way to help him somehow. The 2 guys walked speedily to you cursing as you held your hands up to show you meant nothing, just talking. The thinner asshat yelled out “we told you last time you bitch, leave our people alone!” Last week you had tried to get some prostitutes to stop working for this gang and let you get them help, so you took a few hits to the face.
“Hey man I’m just talking to one of my students that’s all” you pleaded. You remembered what being slapped around by these guys felt like and you were fine with not having that happen again. “I think you need a better lesson” the big guy backhanded you in the face, making you spin and fall to the ground. You felt a surge of adrenaline through your body and you used it to stand up.
That was stupid. So very stupid. But you were determined to show Yuna what these people were like, even if it meant taking a few smacks again. A few smacks would have been so much better than what you’ve gone through. It all happened so fast, you remember being punched in the head, stomach, and even one to the back. You writhed in pain on the ground as they took a few kicks to your stomach, cursing at you the whole time. Some in Wakandan and some in English, you believe for your benefit. All of a sudden the kicking and yelling stops as you hear another male voice yelling from behind you. A tall white man runs towards them and the two Wakandans and Yuna run back around the corner and you hear a car speed off. The white man, you now know was American from hearing him yell at the asshats, turned around and jogged back to you. You push yourself up onto your knees and hold your arms tight to your stomach to try to somehow hold in the pain. He knelt down in front of you telling you not to try to get up. “I had it under control, I can take a few punches ok” you slurred as if you were drunk, but it must’ve been from the fat lip you could feel. You look down as you feel a searing pain in your midsection, you pull your hands away from you to see you were covered in blood. The man stated in awe that you could even still move, “You weren’t punched, you were stabbed”! You looked up at his face, wide eyed in disbelief and just before you passed out you can remember saying “Holy shit, you’re Captain America”, fade to black.
Request: So it would be something where you’re Bucky’s sister and also a former Winter Soldier but are “normal” again and get along with all other Avengers, especially Steve. Then at the time at civil war where Bucky gets taken by shield and locked in that glass cube you do everything to free him. When Zemo talks the Russian words to Buck, they also have an effect on you and you attack him and Buck gets free. Later Sharon sees you in your state and accidentally stabs you while fighting with you. You break down and get yourself back to normal, Bucky as well as soon as he sees you on your knees. Steve and Buck then take you to a hospital where you barely survive but all your friends are with you and you get back to health again :) I really hope this is okay and I’m sorry it’s so long.
A/N: I really loved this request, brother!Bucky is everything
Warnings: swearing?, Gun shot wound, Loss of consciousness, I think that’s it??
Things were finally getting better. Granted, life was still difficult and you sometimes found yourself confused or lost, but you were getting better. You and Bucky had managed to escape Hydra and were now living in a small apartment in Bucharest together. You didn’t have much, but you had your brother and he had you. He was improving too, not as quick as you but he was remembering things. He remembered faces and places and that was something. You had a lot of faith in him.
He, however, happened to lack that faith. He saw himself as a murderer. He didn’t see the good in him that you did, he had yet to understand that it was Hydra that killed those people, not him. You knew he’d never be the same Bucky as before, but you also knew that he wasn’t the Winter Soldier either. He was a new man that had good intentions and a kind heart. He just had trouble seeing it. He also had a lot of trouble trusting people. A big reason why you often found him tagging along with you to town or wherever else you decided to go. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you,” his argument had always been.
You struggled with the same issues that he did. Hydra used you just as they had used him. You were also one of the many Winter Soldiers. You’d done some very bad things, some worse than others, but you knew that it wasn’t actually you who took those lives. Living with the memories of those you killed haunted you every day, just as they had Bucky. Luckily you were coping well and you were on the road to recovery.
You remembered your family and friends. You remembered your life back in the thirties and the forties. You remembered Bucky enlisting and shipping off, you remembered it all. You specifically remembered a certain boy from Brooklyn that had stole your heart without even knowing it; you also know that’s he’s been searching far and wide for Bucky, oblivious to your existence.
It made sense that he wanted to hide away from everyone. You understood he didn’t remember Steve completely, just fragmented memories that he wasn’t even sure actually occurred. You remember Steve though, and while you missed him dearly you’d hide with Bucky for as long as he needed because he was your brother, your family, and he’d always come first.
“Y/n turn on the tv, have you seen the news?” Bucky walked into your tiny living room with a anxious look on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows and did as he said. A feeling of dread washed over you as you watched what was being broadcasted.
Bucky was being framed for bombing a building and they were saying you helped him. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, “what are we gonna do, Buck? We can’t just go out there claim our innocence.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. It almost felt like the two of you weren’t meant to be free.
“We’re gonna figure this out, we just need to get out of here first.” He calmly spoke as you nodded and went to your room to grab a small bag of your things. On your way out you froze.
In the middle of your kitchen was Steve Rogers, snooping through your things. Bucky hadn’t noticed him yet and you weren’t sure what to do. So you cleared your throat and got both males’ attention. When Bucky saw him standing there he tensed and looked over at you.
"Y/n, come stand behind me.” You slowly walked passed Steve, you couldn’t believe he was standing so close to you after all these years. You didn’t realize just how much you’d missed him.
He stared at you with a hard look on his face before his eyes moved over to Bucky. “I didn’t know y/n was also with Hydra.” He stated blankly, attempting to look unaffected.
Truth was, Steve always had a tenderness in his heart for you. Being only a year younger than him, he considered you just as much a friend to him as Bucky. He even had a small crush on you back in the day, how could he not though? You were y/n. Beautiful and kind y/n who never cared about his size or how sickly he used to be. “She’s one in a million, Buck.” He’d always say to his friend with a dreamy look in his eyes.
Now you were here again, right in front of him as beautiful as ever and you didn’t seem afraid. In fact, you seemed almost happy to see him. Maybe he was getting his hopes up and imagining things but you didn’t seem as concerned about his presence as Bucky seemed to be.
"She’s none of your concern.” He said gruffly, pushing you behind him further. You peeked from around his arm and gave Steve a small wave. “Hi, Stevie. Long time no see,” you lightly joked. He looked at you with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Y/n? You remember me?” He asked with a lost look on his face. You shrugged with a nod, “hard to forget someone as cute as you.” He blushed and looked away as Bucky turned to glare at you. “What are you doing? Stop!”
"He’s not gonna hurt us, Bucky. Right, Steve?” You looked at him hopefully, “you’re here to help us, aren’t you?” He nodded and looked at Bucky, “there’s people after you and if you don’t trust me then you’re not gonna get away.” You looked at Bucky with pleading eyes.
"I’m not going without you, Bucky, you know that, but please don’t run. I think he’s our best option right now. I know you don’t trust him but I do, I remember him, okay?”
Bucky shook his head and looked out the window before sighing, “it always ends in a fight.”
And so you found yourself surrounded by the Avengers. Well, half of them anyway. Without a Bucky. Deep down you knew he trusted Steve, he wouldn’t have told you to go with him if he didn’t, but he didn’t trust himself, and he wanted you safe in case the people after him were to try to go after you as well.
"We have to find him, Steve. He’s not going to be able to take them all on his own. I refuse to abandon him, he’s my brother.” You stared at him as you stood in a meeting room with several sets of eyes on you.
"He’s my brother too, y/n. We’re gonna get him, I promise.” He stood and walked over to you, grabbing you into a hug. You saw everyone leave out of the corner of your eye and sighed as you rested your head against Steve’s chest. “You were the first person I remembered. Well, the first person I remembered and believed were real.” You admitted as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Yeah? What’d you remember about me?” He asked, rubbing a hand up your back soothingly. You laughed as you thought of the memory, “that time Bucky made you get on that ride at Coney Island and you threw up.” You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, “he was such a jerk.” You giggled as you nod, “he still is. There’s traces of him that shine through every now and again. A few weeks ago I fell asleep on the couch and I woke up to him drawing on my face. It didn’t fade for days, I was so mad.” He laughed out loud at that.
"I remember when me and him would both draw on you when I stayed the night. You would go days without speaking to us sometimes.” He reminisced, you frowned, not recalling those times. “I don’t always remember things. A lot of things I do but sometimes I realize there’s gaps and I don’t know if they’ll ever be filled.” He nodded and looked down.
"Do you think Bucky will ever be the same? I mean you practically are, right?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. He’s so beautiful, you thought to yourself before lightly shaking your head.
"He’s not Bucky Barnes anymore, he’s just Bucky. He’ll never be who he was before, but he’ll also never be the Winter Soldier again either. Not consciously anyway. He remembers what he did to those people, so do I. We just cope differently. I have come to terms with what’s happened and I’ve accepted that it wasn’t my fault. Bucky hasn’t. So no, he’s not the easy going, flirty, goofy, outgoing guy that he was before. The things he’s been put through have hardened him and have weakened his trust in people. But he’s still got the kindest heart in the world. His goal now is to only do right by everyone. He’s a good man, Steve, he just doesn’t know it yet.” You explained, suddenly regretting your decision to not stay with him. You were supposed to have each other’s backs.
Before either of you could say anything else, Clint came into the room with Sam tagging along beside him. Both of the men had serious looks on their faces as they approached the two of you, “We have word on Bucky…he’s been captured.” Sam says, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You gasped and looked sharply at Steve who seemed to be thinking of what his next move would be.
"Was it Hydra? Who has him?” His tone changed, no longer were you standing beside sweet, vulnerable Steve who was just reminiscing on better times with you. Now you were looking at Captain Rogers, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look super hot when he turned into soldier Steve. You couldn’t help but get distracted by him.
"It’s Shield.” Clint said as he grabbed his bow and arrow, “do we need to suit up, Cap?” Steve looked at you and you nodded. “I’m going with or without you guys, he needs me.” You grabbed your things and made your way out of the room.
"Y/n you’re also being framed for this, you’re either going to get arrested or worse, killed, if you walk back into that city in plain view.” Steve argued, gently pulling you back by your shoulder. You shrugged him off and glared, “I know that, Steve. I know what I’m walking into but I’ll be damned if I just sit here and watch as my brother takes all the blame for something he didn’t even do. They’re saying he killed a king for god’s sake! He can’t go through this alone. I won’t let him.” He looked at you before letting out a sigh and nodding. “I just want you to be careful, okay? No funny business.” He pointed at you, rolling your eyes you nodded. “I’ve been hiding for the majority of my life, Steve, I’ll be fine.”
You may have been a little over confident in your ability to handle situations that involved fighting. Since you’d escaped Hydra, you hadn’t had to fight anyone or go on any missions. This was the first time in your, mostly sane, state of mind that you willingly walked into the fight. Well, not yet anyway, you were currently in front of Bucky’s containment cube trying to figure out how to free him.
Bucky saw you and his eyes widened, “what are you doing?!” He mouthed watching as you were messing with the door to the cell. You put your finger to your lips as you heard someone approaching, quickly running to the side of the glass to hide.
A man came around the corner and you strained to hear what he was saying. In an effort to understand his words you scooted closer, “Longing.” You heard him murmur, feeling your eye twitch. Why did that sound familiar? “Rusted…Furnace.” You froze leaning against the wall, your mind beginning to go blank. “Y/n? What’s going on?” You heard Steve’s voice come through the comm, you couldn’t get yourself to speak though. “Daybreak. Seventeen. Benign.” You eyes glazed over as you stared ahead of you. Mind completely blank. “Nine. Homecoming. One. Freight Car.” “Soldier?” “Ready to comply,” you whispered, clenching your fists. The next few words went unheard as the man spoke to Bucky, but you managed to catch the end of his assignment. “Attack.”
You ran from around the corner as Bucky struggled to break from his confinements. Seeing the man, the only thought that crossed your mind was to attack. Grabbing your knife from its holder you threw it at him and watched as it sunk into his shoulder. “Y/n! What are you doing? What’s going on?” Steve demanded as he heard your heavy breathing. Taking the comm out of your ear you crushed it with your boot as you stood over the man on the floor, holding his arm. You pull your gun from its holster and raise it, ready to kill him. As your finger hovers over the trigger, a force knocks you over and a punch is landed on your jaw.
A blonde woman stands as you grab her leg and pull her down, pinning her with your arm on her throat. You don’t know when it happened but the sound of a gun shot sounded through the room and you felt an agonizing pain spread through your body.
You closed your eyes, feeling your head start to clear. You looked around, realizing you were just brainwashed, the words still affected you. You looked down and gasped seeing your entire front blood soaked. You began to feel light headed as you looked at the woman standing above you still holding her gun. You held your hands up and bowed your head. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” You whispered as you heard a roar from the glass case.
Bucky was punching the glass trying to escape as he frantically looked at you. “Y/n!!!!!” He roared as he finally broke through, immediately running over to you and laying your head in his lap.
"You’re okay, it’s gonna be fine.” He whispered, kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair back. Your eyes kept closing, slowing drifting away from reality. “Bucky! What happened?!” Steve’s voice came through, sounding panicked.
"Oh my god, y/n!” You felt his hand put pressure on your wound as he looked around the room, making sure the coast was clear. “Bucky I’m gonna lift her up ok? I need to get her on the jet so we can get her back to Bruce.” He spoke gently, Bucky looked up at him helplessly as he clung to your limp body, “She needs me, though. I have to stay with her.” He whispered hoarsely feeling tears well in his eyes. Steve looked down at you and felt his chest tighten.
"Y/n? Doll, you need to stay awake for me ok? I need to see those eyes, sweetheart.” He coo’d slowly grabbing you out of Bucky’s grasp. As he turned he noticed Sharon still standing there, “I’m going to need you to get us out of here without a fuss. These people are innocent.” He kept walking as he spoke, Bucky trailing beside him, doing his best to prevent the bleeding as you tried with all you had to keep your eyes open.
You didn’t hear her response but when your eyes opened again you were in the jet with Bucky and Steve both hovering over you. “She’s lost too much blood. She’s been in an out of consciousness for the past five minutes, I don’t know what to do.” You felt someone kiss the back of your hand as they held it tightly.
“I need you to hold on for me just a little bit longer, baby. Please hang on for me.” Steve whispered as he watched your chest rise and fall with your labored breathing. You managed to open your eyes long enough to catch his, causing him to give you a weak smile before you blacked out again.
"I owe you a date, I think, y/n. You’re not allowed to leave me without one, you hear me? I’ve waited seventy years for you and now that you’re here I refuse for things to end this way. I refuse to let you leave me before I get the chance to tell you that I love you. I loved you before I joined the army and I love you now, I’ll love you even after I die. So you gotta pull through this because I want to go dancing with you and I want to take you out and I want you to be okay. Please just be okay.” He said through gritted teeth as the tears he was trying to hold back finally streamed down his cheeks.
Bucky sat across from him on the other side of you, listening to what he said. He rubbed his eyes and blinked the the never ending tears away.
"She loves you too, you know.” He muttered, watching you. He cleared his throat before looking over to Steve, “everyday since we escaped Hydra she either has a memory come to her of you or she tells me stories about our lives before Hydra, before the war. She’s missed you, I can tell.” He nodded, “I miss you too, I think. I remember some things, small stuff but it’s happy memories and I always wish I was wherever those memories take place.” Bucky sadly smiled as he looked down at you again.
"She’s all I have. Don’t hurt her, I need her.” He said feeling his throat close up at the thought of losing you. “We’ve been through so much. We’ve done so many missions, all of them were so dangerous and it just doesn’t seem fair that this is how it might end. Her trying to save me. It should’ve been the other way around, she’s good. She deserves a happy life, it’s not fair. It should be me bleeding out, fighting for my life right now, anyone but her, never her.” He ground out as silent sobs wracked through his body. “Don’t leave me alone, y/n. I don’t wanna be alone.” He whispered against her arm as he leaned his head against it.
"She’s gonna be alright, Buck. She has to be.” Steve prayed that the jet would get you back to the compound in time for Bruce to save you.
When you opened your eyes again you were in an all white room with a constant beeping noise surrounding you. A heavy weight on your right arm had caused it to go numb, and when you looked over you saw it was Bucky sleeping against it.
"Good morning!” A cheery voice came from the doorway, and when you looked up you noticed it was Sam. “Cap and robot boy haven’t left your side since you got here. He’s gonna be pissed at me for making him go shower, he wanted to be here when you woke up.” He laughed as Bucky woke himself up, looking startled.
"Y/n! You’re awake!” He exclaimed with an excited grin before gently hugging you. “I was so worried about you, oh my god.”
"I’m okay, Buck. I can take a bullet, I thought you knew that. Figured you would’ve had a little more faith in me.” You joked, wincing as your laughing hurt your stomach.
As he started to reply, the door crashed open and an out of breath Steve stumbled through, holding flowers.
"I ran as soon as Friday told me you were showing signs of waking up! I’m sorry I wasn’t in here!” He spoke in a rushed voice looking extremely anxious. You lightly laughed as Bucky snickered at how distraught he looked. Steve finally noticed him and stood taller, giving him a nod he greeted him, “Hey, Buck.” Bucky raised his hand in a small wave, “Steve…I guess you have some talking to do so I’m gonna step out for a bit. You call me if you need anything, okay?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead, leaving you confused as he patted Steve’s shoulder on his way out.
Steve looked at you for a long time without saying anything, causing you to blush. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know.” He said coming around to sit beside you. Sighing deeply you nodded your head with an apologetic look.
"I thought I could do it, you know? All those years spent as an assassin and you’d think that I would have been able to pull that off. I got so caught up in needing to save Bucky that I didn’t think about my own safety as much as I should have…I’m still triggered by the words, just like Bucky.” You spoke, blushing as he grabbed your hand into his, much larger, one.
“I know, Sharon told me…do you remember anything from the jet? Anything me or Buck said to you?” He questioned, looking extremely nervous. You thought back to what you last remembered…passing out with Steve begging you to hold on.
“You wanted me to keep my eyes open, to hang on…why?” He shifted closer to you, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I begged you to be okay because I couldn’t stand the idea of never getting my chance with you.” He began, holding up a finger when you opened your mouth to speak.
“I’ve loved you for a very long time, y/n Barnes. Before I was a soldier, when I was just a stupid kid from Brooklyn, I had my shot with you but I was too scared to ever ask you. I didn’t want to ruin my chance of still being your friend because I was terrified of not having you in my life. So I waited, then I got deployed and I just always thought you met someone, that you started a life with a man that wasn’t me. It killed me to think about but it was a good motivator to keep doing what I was doing…my biggest priority at the time was to make sure you were safe. That’s all I wanted. But here we are now, 7 decades later, and I feel like I’m getting my second chance with you. So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be the man you need now, y/n. I wanna be somebody you can rely on and turn to, I want to protect you and love you, I promise not to leave you this time. I promise to be a man that you can count on. What do you say, doll? Wanna go dancing?” He smiled as you bit back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
“Steven Grant Rogers you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that.”