captain america: the winter soldier

I could treat you better

(A/N): I love this request so fucking much

Request:  Hi, can I request one where the reader is dating tony and he treats her badly, then Bucky or Steve are like I can treat you much better than that ? ( btw you’re an amazing write and I love your work

Warnings: angst? swearing, drinking, abusive relationship

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by n-barnes

   Bucky had to watch helplessly as Tony involuntarily insulted (Y/N) again that night; ‘Oh, they’re just a little play thing,’ 'Sorry, I just think you’re so beautiful. I’d love to take you out to dinner after this,’ 'Yeah, I told (Y/N) to wear this other shirt, this one is just- ugh- lets talk about something else, ’ The entire fucking night Bucky watched as Tony treated (Y/N) like shit all throughout the dinner. He wouldn’t even acknowledge them when they gently tugged on his sleeve, asking in a meek voice when they were going to leave. Not to mention he kept flirting with every person who walked by, making (Y/N) feel even worse. He’d seen them go from happy and chirpy at the beginning of the dinner to where they were now, sniffling in the furthest corner of the booth. Bucky’s heart ached for them as he watched them paw at their nose “inconspicuously”.

    He could treat them so much better, he wouldn’t flirt everytime someone so much as breathed, he wouldn’t leave them waiting up for hours on end only to find out that he had been at another persons house, he wouldn’t berate them like Tony did, he wouldn’t hurt them they way Tony had. He’d treat them right, he’d love them and cherish them, he buy them flowers and hold their hand, kiss them whenever they wanted affection, he’d hold them close and tell them how much he loved them.

    Bucky grit his teeth as he glared at the food on his plate, some fancy shit he didn’t even like. 

   All the avengers were out for some celebration after having saved the world again. Bucky didnt want to be here, nor did (Y/N). He couldn’t help thinking that they should be at home together, eating some shitty icecream and watching those even shittier tv shows (Y/N) loved. Bucky smiled softly as he thought of the never to be memory, it was soft and warm, it reminded him of some place safe and warm. It was funny how something that was never even going to happen made him this fucking happy- 

    “(Y/N), stop being so fucking clingy!” Tony lashes out at them, glaring at them angrily. “Goddamit sometimes I fucking hate you,” Bucky didnt think he could possibly hate another person as much as he hated Tony in that moment. How dare he talk to (Y/N) like that? The fucking bastard, he ought to rip him to pieces-

    “But Tony-” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as did their lip as they willed them self not to cry. 

   "I swear to god I’m going to smack you so hard-“ That was the last straw for Bucky, he refused to sit by and listen to Tony treat (Y/N) this way any longer. Bucky nearly flipped the table over as he stood up, glaring at Tony so intensely he could feel his head beginning to ache. 

   "Don’t you ever fucking talk about (Y/N) like that again you dick," 

   "I’ll do whatever the hell I want to them Barnes, you don’t own them," 

   "Neither do you,” Tony chuckles dryly as he shakes his head, taking a soft sip from his liquor. 

   "I think they do actually, they’re my property and I’ll do whatever I damn well please to them. If I want to call them a bitch I will, if I want to rough them up a bit I will, I’ll beat the living shit out of them if-“ Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar, hoisting him up off the ground as he shoved him into the nearest wall. 

   "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence,” Bucky growls, hoisting Tony up a bit higher. “See what happens you piece of shit,”

    “Bucky, please don’t,” (Y/N)’s voice is on the verge of hysteria at this point, high and pleading with the soldier. “Just drop it, it’s not worth it,” Bucky ignores them for now, too focused on the way Tony was attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Bucky!” (Y/N) gripped his arm, squeezing it just enough to get his attention. “Please, let him go,” Bucky’s expression softens only a bit as he looks at (Y/N), his eyes now wide with sadness and confusion. 

   "But doll-“ 

   "Please,” (Y/N) pleads. 

   "Can you- can you take me home? Please?“ Bucky nods immediately, dropping Tony to the floor not so softly; if that fall didn’t break his ass Bucky would be surprised.

    "You fuckin’ asshole,” Bucky spits at him as (Y/N) drags him away, pulling him out if the restaurant and out onto the street. 

   "I’m so sorry about that doll, oh my god, you deserve so much better than that,“

    "All I was trying to tell him was that I didn’t feel good,” (Y/N) whispers to the ground, folding their arms over their stomach. “I thought I was going to throw up and I wanted to ask him how much longer he’d be there,” (Y/N) sniffles softly, finally allowing their tears to fall. Bucky bit his lip as his heart ached for (Y/N). They didn’t fucking feel good and then Tony had to go and act like that? They just wanted to go home for fucks sake, was that so hard for Tony to understand? 

   "Here,“ Bucky pulls (Y/N) close to him, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders. "Lets take a cab, it’s faster,” (Y/N) nods, unconsciously leaning against Bucky for support. 

   Immediately Bucky flagged a taxi down and opened the door for (Y/N), letting them climb in before him. They immediately curl up beside the door, their head resting against the cold metal. Bucky climbed in afterwards, gave the driver the directions and money and then settled back into his seat.

    “You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he reaches out, brushing his metal hand against (Y/N)’s forehead.

    “No,” (Y/N) whimpers pathetically. “I’m gonna throw up,”

    “Not in my car yer not!” The cab driver spoke up, glaring at (Y/N) from the front seat. (Y/N) whimpers sadly, Bucking up against Bucky’s hand unconsciously. 

   "Fuck, you’re burnin’ up doll,“ Bucky bites his lips in worry, his gaze traveling over (Y/N)’s now pale face. 

   "If you puke in 'ere it’s ten extra dollas!" 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Bucky didnt mean to sound curt but (Y/N) wasn’t looking all too good at the moment and that’s all he cared about. Luckily for them they made it back to the tower before (Y/N) hurled their dinner.

    “C'mon doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides (Y/N) to their bathroom, letting them lean on him for support. He only manages to get them on the floor and pull their hair back before they’re puking.

    Bucky felt horrible as he ran a hand up and down (Y/N)’s quivering back. They were upchucking so violently he was worried about the sake of their intestines and ribs. Thankfully before any real damage was done (Y/N) stopped, having thrown up everything that was in their stomach. They dry heaved for a moment before collapsing back against Bucky.

    “I-I’m sorry Buck-”

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bucky soothes. “I don’t mind,” He reaches up to brush some sweaty hair away from (Y/N)’s face, biting his lip as (Y/N) panted. “Can I do anything for you?" 

   "I’d really like some water…and something comfortable to wear…”

    “I’ll be right back,” Bucky smiles at them gently as he slips away, grabbing them their desired water and comfy clothes. “Here doll,” Bucky crouched down beside them as they tried to get up to get undressed. “I’ll help ya,” Bucky sets his materials aside, instead focusing on working (Y/N)’s shirt on their body. “I personally think this shirt looks amazing on you,” Bucky whispers as he lets the material slide off their shoulders, hitting the ground gently. 

   "No one else did…“ 

   "Well fuck everyone else then,” Bucky grumbles as he works (Y/N)’s pants off their legs.

    “I’m only trying to fuck you Barnes,” (Y/N) smirks as though drunk and perhaps they were, sick and drunk didn’t abide well together. Bucky smiles as he slides their pants off, then picking up the shirt and shorts he had gotten them to wear. 

   "Maybe after you start to feel better, yeah?“ Bucky slides the shirt on, the shorts following afterwards. 

   "Yeah, I like that," 

  "On one condition,” Bucky raises a finger, looking at (Y/N) sternly. “You have to dump Tony, he’s a great guy but he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You deserve better-”


   "Please believe me (Y/N),” Bucky whispers helplessly. “Most guys would never treat you like that," 

   "how would you treat me?” (Y/N) bites their lip, looking up at Bucky with some kind of hopefulness to their eyes. 

   "Well first I’d kiss you all the time, treat you well, cherish you,“ Bucky Leans down, kissing his way up from (Y/N)’s calf to her thigh. "I’d tell you how much I love you, I’d take you out on dates, if buy your presents, I sure as hell wouldn’t flirt with waiters with you right there-I wouldn’t even flirt at all. Then every morning I’d wake up and make you breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed, I’d run you nice, warm, long baths-” (Y/N) seemingly moans, a rather hoarse sound considering how hard they just puked. 

   "God, that sounds amazing,“ 

   "It does, doesn’t it?” Bucky smiles, recollecting his earlier thoughts about eating shitty icecream and watching even shittier tv shows. That could be him every night if (Y/N) want through with this, twenty four seven he’d have somebody to hold and love and cherish.

    “So that’s the deal? I fuck you, I break up With tony and instead date you? No catches or anything,”

    “No,” Bucky smiles as he runs his fingers along (Y/N)’s sweaty cheekbones. “Except having to put up with my shit constantly," 

   "well in that case,” (Y/N) smiles up at him gently, just barely showing off their teeth and Bucky thought it was the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”

Steve has never been defined by the shield, but rather by his love for Bucky.
Chameleon [part 5]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 3; Part 4/ Masterlist

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A/N: To be honest, I’m not very happy with this chapter. Not so sure if I should publish it the way it is, but here it goes. Enjoy.

Last night, while everybody gathered for dinner, you decided to stay in your room and avoid the eyes of the hungry people. You assumed that your absence wouldn’t be a big deal since nobody really minded having you in the team. And while in your room all you could think about was “what have I done?”

It wasn’t a question directed to what happened in the lab or in the gym but the whole situation you were currently living in. Things were quieter in the country side where you lived for a long time while hiding from the ones looking for you. The longest hide and seek game you have ever played. And now you were there, with the Avengers, trying to be the most heroical possible so things would work just well while you were there. 

Getting to be an Avenger was being tough. Not physically talking. There were mind games that you still didn’t know how to play but you knew Natasha was a good player. She didn’t dislike you completely but she certainly manipulated you and induced you to feel smaller, weak and not wanted, to crash you down, to make you give up, to make you reveal what were your real intensions with the team. Ends up you weren’t so easy to reveal information.

You had nothing against the avengers whatsoever. Everybody knew Nick wanted you to be there because he surely knew you were for good use. Natasha had to trust Nick Fury but she would never ignore her instincts. Barely she knew that her instincts sometimes fail and she could commit a terrible mistake by trying to deconstruct you. You wouldn’t hurt her, no, but she would face failure and shame if she did so. 

Moving on from Natasha, she didn’t matter anything to you. You could easily keep everything professional with her. Her job was to train you and you had the obligation to learn something from her. But what really got your mind was Bucky and how betrayed he felt. 

You should have gone after him to explain everything but there was nothing for you to explain. You couldn’t lie to him saying you didn’t copy his DNA because you did. Not because you wanted but because your body does it automatically. But of course it would be hard for him to believe you. What proves that you didn’t just hold his hand to get his information? You were just strangers so for what other reason would you hold his hand? You didn’t know, you just felt like doing it… But of course he could doubt you even though he didn’t mind having you in his hands either. 

Bucky was afraid you could do the things he does, not only the good but also the bad. The bad things he had done before long time ago when he was the Winter Soldier. You could only know if you tried but this possibility haven’t cross your mind yet. You weren’t willing to try turning into Bucky. It would give him all the reasons to feel hurt even more. 

Let’s face it, being a chameleon meant that your entire life would be built in trust issues.

You heard a knock on your door and it woke you up. You didn’t know you had such light sleep. You got up from your bed and before you could open the door, the person on the other side knocked again showing that they wouldn’t give up on talking to you. 

“Yes?” you open the door to reveal Captain Steve Rogers in his comfortable sweat pants and white t-shirt.

“Hi. Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked and you gave him space to enter your room that was dark and the little illumination it had came from the window. 

You close the door behind you and waited until Steve started talking. He took his time to check your room that was still the same, you haven’t changed anything since you arrived. He had huge expectations to find at least a picture of your family or a beloved someone on the night stand. Let down, he turned around to face you and notice your relaxed appearance, different from what you used to look like when around everybody.

“Is there any reason for you to miss dinner?” before looking for an answer, you looked at the alarm clock on your night stand and checked the hour. Short before midnight and Steve Rogers had to wake you up to have a chat? Didn’t seem very typical.

“I wasn’t hungry.” you preferred keeping the real reason pretty low key.

“That’s a little concerning because Bucky also haven’t attended dinner.” the captain revealed hoping the mention of his friend would make you react differently.

“Maybe he also didn’t feel like eating tonight. Steve, is there anything wrong?” you asked a little too cold causing the man to have the impressions that you were being rude.

“I just wanted to check if everything was okay with you, Y/N.” 

“Everything is fine. But it is almost midnight and you are being weird with me.” you let out what you were truly thinking. In your normal state you wouldn’t have done it but it seems like being woken up in the middle of the night got you annoyed.

“I was just waiting for everybody to go to bed so I could ask you these question. Since everything is okay, I’ll leave you alone now.”

He didn’t take the time to say goodnight, Steve just left your room closing the door behind him. He surely knew that there was something going on between you and Bucky and he was afraid it was anything bad. The last thing he wanted was for his team to have intern fights and disagreement. 

“I don’t agree with this.” you said before Bruce could have finished his sentence. “I am not going to let you take anything from me, Banner.”

“At least he is asking you for a sample, Y/N. Different than you…” said Natasha causing you to get up from your chair and get ready to start your speech of protest. But Bruce didn’t give you the chance to defend yourself taking his turn to talk again.

“Y/N, just ignore her. This is not about ethics or anything, I just wanna help you with what I can. And all I can do is examine your blood and watch you do your tricks.” he said calmly getting in the middle of you and Natasha, back facing her. “This will help us develop a suit. And maybe some antidote for you to be able to control this thing you do… We need to check time, performance, energy, collateral effects, and many other things.”

“First of all, I don’t need a suit. Second, I’m not gonna let anyone give me antidotes to control my mutant powers, this is out of cogitation.” you moved your hands to emphasize your words. 

You were at the lab with Bruce and Natasha since very early in the morning and all they have done was trying to convince you to give a sample of your blood. You knew that giving a specialist your blood would help discover why you were like that and how your body worked. But you didn’t want to give anything to Bruce Banner, the guy was a freak. If he couldn’t find any solution for his Hulk form, you couldn’t imagine him finding anything positive for yourself.

“I’m out.”

If you stayed one more second in there, the whole talking would take several hours and you would never say yes to any of his propositions. It wasn’t like you were going to destroy the city with what you got, you weren’t hulk, there was nothing to be afraid of. Well, actually, there was, but you could control your feelings, right? While Bruce Banner as the green giant creature cold only be angry, mad, and kinda repulsive. 

They were afraid of course, that is why they wanted to take a hold of you. Avoid that you could suddenly turn into the president and do massive decisions while the real body of the leader of the United States would be under the ocean. Not so bad of an idea but you weren’t planning any of this. If you wanted you could have done worse things before but you never did because you had good character. 

This whole power situation was making you mad. You didn’t want your time spent there to be all about power talking. There were much more things for you to do, to see, to learn, than just talk about yourself and be an experiment in the lab. You had other problems to take care of, social problems you could say. Bucky…

The winter Soldier was nowhere to be seen. You haven’t seen his face in breakfast, and you haven’t seen him after you left the lab. He was avoiding you. He had so many reasons to do so. But still deep inside his heart he believed you haven’t copied his combination. Poor Bucky, he had such a sweet heart to still believe you wouldn’t do it. Of course it wasn’t because you wanted but you had to be honest with him if he ever asked you about it. You still had hopes he would talk to you, eventually he would, right?

You found yourself watching Wanda training. Not that she needed, but the witch was practicing some punches on the sacs. You and Vision were side by side following her every punch. He had his arms crossed and a serious face, it seemed like he had no feelings and you believed he didn’t.

“Bucky is in his room now.” said Vision out of the blue. You looked at him kinda impressed. Well, this dude’s name is Vision, no doubt he could see things. 


“I know you are looking for him. Apparently you have done something bad.” the creature said not expecting you to reply. 

“I haven’t done anything bad. Bucky doesn’t understand- nobody understands it’s, it is-” you tried to explain yourself.

“Why do you care so much?” his deep voice creeped you out a little but he asked a good question. Why, Y/N?

“I don’t know. Maybe because Bucky was nice to me, I didn’t want to disappoint him.” you shrugged your shoulders starting to feel so little, so stupid.

“Humans can mix their feelings so easily. It wouldn’t surprise me if you mistook him as disappointed and not afraid.”

Afraid. It haven’t crossed your mind that Bucky could be afraid of you. Out of all of them, the toughest guy to be afraid of you sounded comic and surreal. You didn’t want the soldier to be afraid, to fear you. You would never admit it to anyone, but you were soft inside. You had heart and soul, you weren’t bad. You weren’t a bad mutant, you were nothing like the Hulk, or like some of the guys you met at the X-Mansion.

Bucky shouldn’t be afraid of you and if it was the reason why he avoided you, you should talk to him. Make sure not to touch him not to distance him again. You needed support and for some weird reason you felt like James Barnes was one you could put full trust in. You had things in common, you both had pasts, terrible ones, but you wanted to be good. The both of you had good essence and it made a perfect match. 

Bucky and you wouldn’t hold hands for irrelevant facts, but for a bigger force of the universe that would unite your hands to be the best two humans could be. The good, the loyal, the true, and the pure. Your hearts and souls, your characters, your flaws and your qualities. There was a bigger reason for you to be so afraid of disappointing him and there was a bigger reason for him to fear you meeting his worst part, you just didn’t know yet. 

You didn’t know any of these. You just knew that you were pretty close of screwing things up the same way he was not being brave enough to face you any time soon. You had to talk to him, you had to see him right then. 

There you were, in front of his door waiting for the perfect time to knock it. There was no perfect time, it was just an excuse you created to postpone this situation. C’mon, you have nothing to lose. Your inner voice told you. You really didn’t have anything to lose. You only had to face him and explain what happened, tell him the truth about your power. That was it. 

Knock knock.


-Pearl Writer

Tags: @mcuimxgine @wantingtobekorra @debzybrazy @winterbuttmunch @beach–babe @gemineez 

Suit Up

Steve Rodgers x Reader x Bucky Barnes 

Can I request poly!Bucky x reader x Steve where the reader goes MIA on a mission and the boys go and look for them and it turns out hydra took them and is now under their control?


“Steve! Bucky! Get your asses down here, I’m getting ready to take off for my mission,” you called to your boyfriends.

You waited a beat before hearing two pairs of footsteps clamoring down the stairs.

Two faces appeared before you, walking up with worried expressions on their handsome faces.

They watched as you placed the last of your items in your bag before zipping it closed and picking it up.

“Are you sure that you’re going to be okay?” they asked you.

 This was going to be one of your first bigger solo missions and they were nervous about letting you go on your own. It’s supposed to be just a retrieval of some information.

 You were ready, it shouldn’t be too hard.

 “I’ll be fine you guys. I promise. Now give me a hug and tell me that you love me so I can get going. The sooner I get going the sooner I can come back home.”

 They smiled and wrapped you in their muscled arms, burying their heads in your shoulders.

 “We’re going to miss you,” Bucky said.

 “Stay safe,” Steve added.

 You nodded and smiled.

“I will. I’ll talk to you guys later, I should be back in a few days. You can check in with Fury if you need any updates. Just try not to bother him too much. He’ll get annoyed.”

 Final hugs and kisses were shared before you stepped into the elevator. The last thing you saw was their sad and nervous faces.

 They looked like a couple of kicked puppies, it was so sad to see. Your heart melted at the thought.

 ‘I’ll see them in a couple days. We can go for ice cream.’

 You giggled at the thought. They were actual five year olds.

 But you loved them anyway.


“Rodgers, Barnes. There’s trouble,” Fury said walking into the room with a frustrated expression.

 “What’s up?” Steve questioned, a slight nervous pit in his stomach.

 “It’s Y/N. They’re missing.”

 Both of the men shot up from their seats, looks of anger and worry clear on their faces.

“What happened?” Bucky growled.

 “They were ambushed,” Fury sighed. “It was Hydra. We didn’t see it coming.”

 Bucky and Steve looked at each other.

 “Let’s go find them. Suit up.”


“Agent Y/N. Those intruders are at the door. You need to stop them.”

You nodded hypnotically, grabbing your weapon and heading to the entrance of the Hydra base 

You looked around a corner, seeing two men standing back to back, looking for something.

You fired two shots, darting into the corridor and running towards the men.

They looked at you, their eyes growing wide.

“Y/N!” They shouted. How did they know your name?

“Who are you?” you growled, lunging at them with a knife.

They jumped out of the way, trying to restrain you but trying not to hurt you.

“Who are you?” you yelled, trying to hit one of them. The dark haired man grabbed your arms, taking your weapon away from you and throwing it across the room.

“Call for back up,” the dark haired man said, looking at his blonde counterpart.

The other man nodded and said something into a microphone.

For a minute you all stopped, staring at each other.

There was something that seemed familiar about them. They seemed like a distant memory.

“Who are you guys? Why do I seem to know you?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“We’re your boyfriends,” the one holding you said. “You were on a mission for shield. Some hydra agents ambushed you and took you. Then they brainwashed you and held you here. We came to rescue you.”

You thought for a minute. Now that you thought about it, your mind did seem really fuzzy. You couldn’t seem to remember anything.

You were still for a moment before trying to struggle out of this man’s arms.

“Let me go!” you yelled.

“Why on earth would I do that?” the man questioned.

The two of you struggled, the other man trying to get you pinned down without hurting you. You wanted to bite the arm that was in front of you but it seemed to be metal, so that wouldn’t turn out very well.

All of the sudden there were more people in the room. People from both sides, hydra and shield.

There was yelling and screaming, profanity, shots and everything else in between.

You heard another shot ring out, then a sharp pain in your side. Your body dropped into the men that were trying to hold you down.

“NO!” They both screamed.

“We need to get them out of here,” one said to the other, lifting you up. You couldn’t feel anything, it was too cold.

“Come on stay with us Y/N. We’re going to get you some help,” the blonde one said.

Steve. That was his name.

You looked up at the one carrying you. It was Bucky 

Your boys.

“Steve. Bucky,” you murmured. They turned down to look at you, their eyes wide.

“You came back for me.”


Frenemy Mine (fic by @nursedarry and @chiyume)

So it occurred to me that I hadn’t actually posted the full version of my art for the @capreversebb outside of the AO3 post for the Collection, so here ‘tis in all its mobile-compatible glory. (Sidenote that my original art notes and the fic itself describe the FRESH as being written in sequins, but I couldn’t quite figure out how to make that effect in Clip Studio Paint when I was revamping for the final version, so I went for a paint stencil look instead.)


@yellowtheremarvelfan @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @smol-flower-kiddo @learisa @socially-unacceptable-h0e @sebstan01 @marvelbase001 @momentofpeaceandbeauty @loricameback @sebbylover24 .

The scenes we NEED in Infinity War.

1. Tony asking for Peter and both respond.
2. Rocket needing Bucky’s metal arm.
3. Thor and Drax comparing their turds.
4. Groot helping Bucky with his mental state. Bucky even shares his plums with Groot.
5. “I am T'Challa, King of Wakanda.” “I am Groot.”
6. Somebody saying ‘No shit Sherlock’ and Stark and Strange give each other a knowing look.
7. They also bond over their facial hair.
8. Steve telling someone to watch their language and Drax asks how he can watch language.
9. Both Peters bonding over their retro tech.
10. Rocket and Stark drinking and creating robotics together.
11. An arm wrestle between Gamora and Nat.
12. Mantis getting Wanda and Vision together
13. Rocket hitting on a fox. “Rocket, she can’t talk.” “Of course she can! She’s just shy!”