Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?
Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *
It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!
Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers
Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff , SMUT FINALLY
- I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *
Your chest continues to tighten as your eyes stay on your parents. You feel your knees begin to weaken but Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright. You move your gaze to his, confusion clear from your expression.
“Well come on, it’s been years, there’s no need for awkward silence!” Tony pushes, but no one responds.
“Tony, I don’t think -”
“No one asked you, terminator,” he shoots back at Bucky.
You know Tony thought he was doing something to help you but you don’t know what to do.
Your Dad finally speaks, stepping forward and away from your mother.
"Y/n? I - we didn’t believe it when Mr. Stark called us. But you’re here, you’re you.“ He moves closer with every word. You panic. "You’re You.” His words echo through your mind. But I’m not. If they knew of the things I’ve done, the people I killed, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t want me.
You take a step back from you father, placing yourself slightly behind Bucky. The familiar pain appears in your head, but instead of seeing a memory you see just fragments of multiple. Flashes of your Father’s face while he says he loves you, moments where you were scooped into your Mother’s arms, so many memories keep flickering in your head.
You snap out of flashes, seeing the worried look from your parents. “ I’m okay , it was just a memory,” you whisper. You move closer to them, the memory of your Father sending a different kind of warmth through you. You stand right in front of them, fidgeting with your hands.
“I don’t know how much Tony has explained to you-”
“He told us you were kidnapped and forced to do very bad things,” Your father says. You nod, confirming what they were told.
“I’m not the same as before. I don’t know who I am. Memories resurface but it’s as if they aren’t my own. When I look at the two of you, I feel intense love, like I should be pulling you into my arms. But I don’t exactly remember why. I know you are my parents, but as of right now I don’t- all the memories aren’t here yet, ya know?” You try to explain without further upsetting them.
Your dad takes your hand in his and takes a shaky breathe.
“We don’t understand exactly what happened to you, but no matter what it was, no matter how you’ve changed, you are still our daughter. We’ve spent years grieving thinking we lost you for good. We will not let you go again. We love you for who you were and who you are. When the memories come back, when you remember why you feel love for us, we will be here. We didn’t come expecting you to instantly remember us, to jump in our arms. We were told it isn’t safe for your health to try and force you to remember. We came to remind you that we are here, and whenever the memories comeback we will be here waiting with open arms.”
You can see tears falling down your Mother’s face, and as if on instinct you move your hands to her face, wiping her tears away. Her hand moves to cup yours, holding it to her face. The warmth of her cheek creating a familiar feeling for you like you’ve done this a million times. You pull your hand from your Fathers and use it to cup your Mother’s face. You lean your forehead against hers.
“I don’t remember. I want to but I can’t. But I do know that I love you both. I can feel it through my entire body. I may not be me yet, but as soon as I am I promise I’ll explain everything. But right now, while all of this is still new, I have to do this on my own. I’m sorry you were put through all of this, I wish I could take the pain away.” You move yourself away and back to Bucky.
“Take care of her, please,” your dad requests, watching the way Bucky’s hand engulfs yours.
“I will, sir,” Bucky responds. You send them one last glance, then bury your tear covered face into Bucky’s chest.
You hear Tony making small talk as he escorts them out. When Tony returns, you remove yourself from Bucky and hug Tony.
"Thank you, but next time can you warn me?“ Tony smooths your hair down and places a kiss on your head.
"I thought maybe some big wind of memories would hit you and it would be this wonderful moment. I knew it was a long shot, but if I made you upset I’m sorry.”
You reassure him you’re not upset which isn’t a lie, it’s just not the entire truth. You weren’t ready to face your family or anyone from before, not until you figure out who you are now. You can’t blame Tony though, it was all an act from his heart.
It’s been a couple days since your encounter with your parents and you’ve been glued to Bucky’s side since. He tells you everything you could ever want to know: his favorite color, tv shows, movies, music, food. He tells you of the things he’s done since being accepting into the Avengers. You slowly realize he kind of is the same as he was before, just with more depth to him. The little things he does, like when he runs his fingers through his beautiful locks or the way his face scrunches when he laughs, all send a warm feeling through you.
After having a movie night with the team and being reintroduced to Star Wars (you slightly remember it from when you were young), you and Bucky call it a night and say goodnight to the team.
When you enter his room, you go right to his drawers, pulling out one of his shirts then moving to grab a pair of panties out of your bags. He just watches you with an amused look on his face. When you close the bathroom door behind you it doesn’t shut all the way, leaving a slight view of you to Bucky. He pulls his eyes away as you begin sliding your pants off and copies your previous actions, grabbing his pajamas. He swaps his clothes quickly and looks into the bathroom again to see your bare back and (barely) covered ass as you move to pull his shirt down over your head. You begin to turn, making Bucky rip his eyes off you before he gets caught being a creep. He flops down on his bed, trying to act natural and conceal the bulge that is starting to form beneath his pajamas. You stroll out, completely unaware of the slightly panicky Bucky. You jump into his bed beside him, going right to snuggle yourself against him. You feel his body tense at your touch at first, causing you to pull back.
“Bucky, what’s wrong?” concern in your voice.
He clears his throat,
"Nothing, why do you ask?“ You raise your eyebrow.
"You’re really going to lie? Your entire body just twitched when I touched you. Did I do something wrong?” Your heart drops at the thought of doing something to cause Bucky not cuddle you.
His turns to you, cupping your face.
"No no no, you didn’t do anything. I - oh God, this is embarrassing.“ He sighs, dragging a hand down his own face.
"What’s going on? You know I won’t jud-”
“Isawyouchangingandnowihaveabonerandididntwantyoutothinkimcreepy.” He doesn’t take a breath as his words jumble together. Your eyes go wide and a loud laugh bursts through you.
“That is what you’re freaking out about? Jesus Buck, it’s a natural thing! Calm down, you dork,” you say between laughs. His face and body relaxes at your words. Your lips twitch into a smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
You trail your hands on Bucky’s chest, gaining his full attention.
“So, you like what you saw Bucky?” You run your finger down his chest.
He gulps, not able to meet your eyes.
“I think that answer is obvious, Doll. ”
“I love what I saw. Those panties seem to fit you just right. What are you up to, Y/n?” He squints his eyes at you. The smirk stays glued to your face. You move your body over his, hovering slightly above him. You sit yourself over his lap, your core resting against his erection. When it rubs against you, a spark shoots through you.
You hold back a moan and move yourself against him again, reveling in the feeling. His hands fly to your waist, guiding your actions. He groans as you move, encouraging you to go faster. You brace your hands on his chest as you grind your soaking panties against his rock hard cock.
After less than a minute of rough grinding, Bucky flips you both, landing between your legs.
“If you want to stop tell me now because I don’t know if I can stop myself if this goes any farther.” You can hear the struggle in his voice, like he’s barely holding himself back from you.
“Bucky, I want you.” A wide smile spreads across his face. You don’t hesitate in pulling him into deep kiss, your tongue immediately finding his. You part from the kiss, looking into his eyes.
Your lips meet again, drawn to each other like magnets. You scratch at his back as his lips move down to your neck. You release sweet moans as he sucks at the sensitive spot under your ear. You wiggle out of your shirt, your bare chest now barely pressing against his. His lips create a path from your neck down to your chest. Before he goes further, he sends you a look silently asking permission. You frantically nod yes, whimpers pouring out of you as his lips wrap around one of your hardened buds. He switches between nipples, paying equal attention to both. You can feel yourself soaking through your underwear as his tongue runs down your stomach. In one swift move, he rips your underwear off, leaving you completely bare to him. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness over his fingers. You arch your back into him, urging him to keep moving. His lips return to your neck as he enters two fingers into your dripping center.
“Bucky please, Мне нужно больше (I need more),” you whine. He withdraws his fingers and you pull him into a bruising kiss. The room is filling with your combining moans as he slides his hard cock between your folds, teasing you.
“Это то, что ты хочешь, любовь моя (Is this what you want, my love?)” he whispers as he nips your ear.
He pushes in slowly, filling you completely. You gasp at the sting but it quickly turns into pleasure. He starts slowly thrusting deep into you.
“You’re so tight, Doll. You feel so good around me.”
You moan and meet his thrust with your own.
“I’m not going to break. Stop treating me like I’m going to crumple.” You know he’s holding back but right now that’s not what you need.
He sends you a devious smirk then begins pounding into you like there is no tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and he slams into you at an animalistic pace. Whimpers slip out of you as he slams into you, hitting the perfect spot and driving you insane. His lips are all over, sucking at your neck, ear, and chest. You pull his lips to yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, causing a growl to sound in the back of his throat. He mashes his lips against yours, the dominance clearly his now. His hand slides down your body, toying with you clit. The feeling of his lips on yours, his fingers swirling around your sensitive clit and his hard cock pounding into your g spot, has your walls clenching down around him. You feel the rubber band that’s been wound in your stomach near its end, causing your breathing to pick up.
“Oh my God, Bucky, I’m-”
“Cum doll, I’m right behind you.” He slides his hand between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. He sends one particularly hard thrust in you and your orgasm bursts. A loud, filthy moan escapes you as you’re thrown into pure ecstasy. He finishes right behind you, a strangled moan falling from his lips as he releases inside you. He slumps on top of you just as spent as you.
“I love you,” you say, trying to catch your breath. He pulls your body to his, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I love you, Мой солнечный свет (my sunshine),” he says. You drift asleep in his arms, staying peacefully asleep throughout the night.
You wake up in the morning, a soreness aching through your body letting you know last night wasn’t a dream. When you look to the other side of the bed, you aren’t met with the sight of the man you love, just an empty bed. Your face drops and you sigh as you pull yourself out of bed. You throw on a pair of shorts and sleepily find your way to the kitchen. Bucky’s back is turned to you as you walk in so you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him.
“No one likes waking up alone, jerk.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his back. He chuckles, turning himself in your arms.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You have to be starving from your long night.” He winks as a blush spread over your cheeks. You recognize the smell of pancakes.
“Oh my God, yes.” You pretty much moan at the thought of food. Bucky chuckles, leaning down to place a quick peck your lips. He returns to making breakfast and you help him after you both decide to make enough for the team.
Eventually everyone files in and you all sit together eating a nice, relaxing breakfast together. It doesn’t last long though, because the elevator doors open, tearing you all from your food and conversation. A man walks in wearing a completely black outfit and a matching black eye-patch. You see the entire team tense up, confusing you.
“Was anyone going to alert me of the new addition or did you all pussy out?” He spits, rage evident in his voice. Bucky grabs onto your hand under the table.