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How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU - Part 8 FINAL PART ( Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis: This is a fluffy AU based on the movie How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. This is part of @stories-from-stark-tower Stark Tower’s 3k Celebration Movie AU Challenge! You work at Radiance magazine and have been assigned the task to find a man to date and ‘lose him’ within the span of 10 days making the typical mistakes women tend to make, writing it up for your article. Easy right? Bucky Barnes is your ever so charming victim and it turns out he has his own 10 day task and may prove to be more of a challenge than you thought.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2318 
Warnings: Swearing. 
AH THIS WAS THE FINAL CHAPTER AND I AM SO SAD ITS THE END! Thank you for all your kind words I really appreciate it and a special shoutout to @poe-also-bucky who has shown me so much support and been my main motivator throughout writing this, seriously she is the greatest! I added a little gif from the actual movie and if you haven’t watched it yet go watch it - its one of the funniest romcoms out there! (And if i had to cast anyone as the role of Ben in the movie I would cast Sebastian Stan, He’d be so great at the role!)


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We Danced

Bucky x Reader
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A/N: I drew inspiration from the song, We Danced by Brad Paisley
Request from: borderline-person (1st one ever, BTW. Hope I did ok!)
Request: Bucky x Reader - They are in love. Reader dies (kia), bucky is devastated and heartbroken but she comes to him in his sleep, they are in their secret place like a meadow and she look alright and beautiful, she tells him that he’ll be fine and he have to let her go for now and they will be together again someday and ask him for one last dance cos they always dance, it’s her way of saying goodbye to him so he could go on with his life

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The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the corridors. With every explosion that rocked the earth she found herself stumbling more than running. The team had been sent on a mission to investigate what was supposed to an empty Hydra base. What they hadn’t expected was for the base to be fully armed and littered with Hydra grunts ready to take them down upon entering it. Now, she found herself running for her life. Taking down as many of them as she could along the way. Though, the more she ran the heavier her breathing became.

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Voices inside my head

Bucky x Reader ONESHOT

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Today we hit another milestone! 300 Followers!!! ♥ God, I love you guys! :D I’ll make a seperate post to it tomorrow, but as a kind of thank you I wanted to post this today. I hope you enjoy! ♥

Words - 2,111

Warnings - depression, suicidal thoughts, a lot of crying, language but in the end nothing but FLUFF ♥

Before reading, I want to make clear that I do not romantize depression and suicide in any way! Nor is this a perfect description of it, because everyone who does have depression and suicidal thoughts, experience it a different way. All I’ve wrote down in here is more based off personal experiences as I did struggle with these things. But don’t worry, I get so much help from my family, my friends and also my therapist. And I wish for everyone having a hard time themselves and struggling with these kind of things that they’ll find help in family, friends and maybe a therapist as well. Talking to someone and finding a solution together is so much better than holding these thoughts and feelings inside oneself and just building them up, because one day they’ll explode and no one…really no one wants this to end up in suicide.

If you feel like there’s no way out than suicide, please please don’t do it. Please call a suicide-hotline instead and get help!

You’re worth so much, so please take away such a beautiful soul from this planet by killing yourself.

Here is an international list for suicide-hotlines: [x]

We love you!

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


The broad man in front of you keeps paying attention to the TV, the volume turned a lot down, but is still loud enough to hear most words, which are said. His back is turned to you, as you stand behind the couch and look at his dark brown hair.

He noticed you coming into the room, so he didn’t jump when you called out his name. Bucky takes no effort in turning around to you, just replies with “What is it, Y/N?”

It stays quiet for some time. The man on the TV talks about evidence they’ve found to be able to accuse the husband for killing his wife. This show always was on TV in the middle of the night. It was about crimes and how through science they could catch the actual murderer. It had something weirdly calming, what Bucky and you really liked. Bucky always watched this show, not being able to sleep anyways. And you joined him from time to time when you couldn’t sleep as well.

This time you couldn’t sleep again…but it was different this time. You still stand there, look at the back of Bucky’s head and struggle with the words inside your mind. You already knew what you wanted to say, but it didn’t matter how hard you tried - it just didn’t want to come out.

You part your lips, about to tell him that you feel awful. That you feel worthless and could jump out of a window of a skyscraper. But everything that comes out of you are tears.

By now Bucky wondered why you didn’t answer and turned around, to see you there in your sleepwear, the TV illuminating your figure barely and letting the small tears in the corners of your eyes twinkle.

“Y/N”, he calls out for you concerened and it breaks you. Tears spill out of you like a waterfall and you fall to your knees, your hands covering your face. Bucky runs up to you, gets on his knees as well and grabs your shoulders. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You just weep like a baby, taking short weak breaths to calm you down, but it just makes the crying worse. You really try to tell him, what’s wrong with you. That these demons rip your heart and soul to pieces. But you can’t.

His arms slowly wrap around your weeping body and pull you close to him, soflty rocking the two of you. His flesh hand gently strokes your back, while his metal hand stays on your side, to give you something to hold onto. Bucky rests his head carefully on yours, from time to time kissing the hair, while breathing slow and calming you down. His scent, his warmth and his breathing relax you a lot and you can push the evil thoughts away for a bit.

After you got quiet again, just sniffed sometimes, you two stayed like this a bit longer, Bucky making sure, you’re actually calm. That you feel save in his arms.

“C'mere”, he suddenly huffs out, grabbing your thighs from underneath and your back, lifting you up like a princess that has to be rescued. You can’t really protest, your limbs feeling way to weak, your throat completely dry. You just wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck to pull yourself closer to him. And you notice the small smile on his lips.

This small smile you loved so much. Sometimes you are a bit selfish and wish you are the only one who can make him smile like this. Bucky had a dark and depressive side to him, of which he always was scared. He often sees himself as a cruel monster. But you know that it’s not the truth. That voices tell him to think that. Voices, you know very well.

Bucky sits down in the corner of the couch, placing you down in front of him and wrapping his arms around your body and resting them on each side of your belly, softly caressing the material with his thumb. Never were you this close to him, but it felt really good and comforted you. Your body relaxes and falls into his touch, his warm breath fanning over your neck, his nose nussling into it tenderly. His lips ghost over your neck and one part of you crave them to touch your skin and your lips. But the other half still struggles with what you brought you here.

“I’m sorry”, you mumble onto your collarbones, as you look down to his arms, holding you and gently stroke his flesh arm, which is on top.

Bucky raises his head aprubtly and your one half yells at you, your body missing his warmth draped over your shoulder.

“What? Why?”

You take a deep shaky breath, not even noticing how you claw into his arm, your heart clenching and hurting with every other beat.

“I’m sorry for being weak.” You turn your upper body to him, prop yourself up on his thighs - though intentionally wanted to prop yourself up on the couch - and meet his surprised gaze with a weak and sad one.

“I…I should never be weak. I am the strong one. I need to be strong. I need to be strong for the people we save. I need to be strong for you all. The Avengers. You’re all my family. And most…I need to be strong for…you. And now I’m weak. I’ve let these voices inside my head take over me. They scream and shout. They tell me I’m worthless. They tell me I’m a burden. A burden to you all.” “Y/N-” “No. I know what you’re going to say. I know no one of you think I’m a burden at all. That I’m not worthless. I know that myself. And I kept on telling myself. I really tried to tell these…monsters otherwise. But they got louder and louder. And I started to question myself. I started to question if these voice are maybe right. And I did it again. I did it again like before all if this. Before I became an Anvenger. I thought again that a life without me would be easier for everyone here. That I should just…end it. That I should just jump off the next cliff or shoot myself and…god, I felt like drowning inside these thoughts and I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t sleep and just push these thoughts away. And somehow I thought…you…if the person I love would tell me otherwise…I might could find the strength to push them away.”

You cried throughout the whole ‘speech’ and it kept getting worse, leaving a weeping you at the end of it, barely able to say these last few words and especially not able to look at Bucky.

The love of your life.

You just confessed to.

“I love you, too, Y/N”, Bucky says all of the sudden, stopping your tears in a second to look at him surprised. He softly pushes your hair behind your ear and smiles weakly.

“And you’re far away from worthless. You’re so far away. And you are no burden at all. You help us so much. You saved so many people already and you will save even more. You’ll help Natasha with the next choice of her dress for the one of Tony’s parties. And you’ll help Banner with one of his experiments for medications and he’ll have that big breakthrough. You’ll be the one making everyone laugh at the next dinner. And you are always the one, who reminds me why I’m still here. I’ve been there, where you are, more times than I want to admit. And you know, who got me out of there? You. Always. When you sat here with me and listen to me. When you took care of me and made me feel whole again. Even when you weren’t here. Even when you were a million miles away, kicking some bad dudes asses. The thought of seeing you the next day kept me going. To see this face smile for me. Oh, I wish I would be the only one to make you smile this beautifully. And you have the right to be the one feeling weak. You’re allowed to show that you’re god damn human. You don’t have to be strong for me or for anyone else. I think I just stultified myself. But you know what I mean. You can be weak. And if you’re okay with it…I’ll be the strong one for you then. I’ll catch you and I’ll listen to you like you always did and I’ll tell you a million times of how much worth you are and how much I fucking love you…if you want to. It’s okay, if you let yourself fall into my arms, because I promise you to always catch you and lift you up again. Fuck, Y/N. Please never let these voice go to far…because I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I love you way too much.”

Tears formed on the corners of his eyes and you never saw him cry in your entire life. And he cries because of you. Because he loves you too much to lose you.

“I won’t. That’s why I’m here, aren’t I?”, you smile weakly, a few tears rolling down your cheeks while you dry his with your thumbs, shivering a bit, when his arms tighten around your waist and you gently stroke his dark stubble on his chin and cheeks.

Why do his eyes look so way more blue and bright this night? They twinkle in the slight moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the TV, that’s still on, though muted a long time ago. And his pink lips slightly part,the moment I notice how close our faces are. How his hot breath fanns over my lips and how his hands claw a bit into the material covering my lower back. How my fingers are tangled up with strands of his dark brown hair and my heart pounds helplessly against my chest.

“I love you, James.”

And I fall. I fall into his arm. Fall onto his lips. Fall into the comfort of my love. I give myself to Bucky completely. And it feels like home. Like it was always like this. That there was nothing before my lips met his. Lips that are meant for each other, molding together so perfectly, I forget for a second where we are. Where up and down is, left and right, though the last one I always mess up. But I forget where my body ends and his starts. We are one…just through a simple but so passionate kiss.

Before I get completely lost in the paradise of love, I let our lips part, letting us catch a breath, before doing anything else.

My hands travelled down to his chest while kissing him and still rest there and it forms a small smile on my lips, clearly feeling his heart beat fast under my touch.

“Thank you.”

“Did you just thank me for a kiss?” “No, idiot”, I laugh, punching his chest playfully. “I thanked you for listening to me. For pushing the voices away. I have to say…I like your voice most anyways.” Once again I smile slightly. “Thank you for…everything basically.”

“I’ll do anything for my girl.”

I blush at his statement. I never heard him calling me his girl…but it sounds just right.

“I am always there for you, doll. You can tell me everything. I want to know every little detail about you. I want to know how you think. What your heart desires. I want to make you happy. Because you deserve to be happy.” “Just like you, James. You deserve to be happy as well, too.” “Well, if you keep calling me James with this lovely voice of yours there’s no around me being happy like hell. Oh and especially with these three sweet words in front”, he hums, smiling like an idiot…just like you.

“I love you, James.”

“Oh, please, say that again.”

“I love you, James. And you better kiss me now, because it’s you what my heart desires.”

Bucky doesn’t let you tell him twice and pulls you into another kiss. Tenderly, but hungry. Caring and passionate. And basically with so much love, your heart barely can comprehend it.

Yes, you deserve to be happy.

Yes, you deserve to live.

Yes, you are worth more than anything else. No one can replace you. You are indescribable and unique. There just one version of the you and it’s perfect like this.

You belong here.

You are beautiful.

And you’ll never forget that.

A/N: Yeah! You better don’t forget that! ♥ But if you do…once again here is a link to suicide-hotlines international: [x]



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A Guarded Heart Part 9

Summary: You work alone. You live alone. You are alone. And you liked it that way, or did you?  A planned, yet potentially reckless decision, changes your life forever. A story about a funny, loving, yet guarded woman, learning about friendship, love and forgiveness.

Part 8 is here

Pairing: Bucky x Reader featuring The Avengers

Word Count: 2,000 (sorry this one is a bit short, the next two are longer ;D )

Warnings: Bit of angst… I’m sorry guys…

*Containment Module: made from polytechnic materials by Fitz and Simmons in Agents of Shield. It’s used to contain enhanced individuals

*Tony’s nickname for you is a reference to the movie of the same name

*I.C.E.R: if you haven’t watched Agents of Shield it was made by Fitz and Simmons. It stands for Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Railgun used to tranquilize instead of kill.

“I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.”

Everyone started to leave to go outside. “Y/N, are you coming?” Wanda called to you. You snapped out of your thoughts and forced a smile. “Of course! I can’t wait to kick your ass!” And you ran to catch up with the team.

Bucky started to keep his distance from you and you hated it, but who could blame him? You had broken his heart and even though he never said it, you could see it in his eyes. The team started to pick up on the lack of communication between you two again and they thought it would go back to the old days, when you two would bicker. But it didn’t and you much rather it did, than have Bucky look at you with dead eyes. The least you owed him was an apology and you’d tried to give one, but he wasn’t interested. You had never been so confused in your entire life; you really liked this man but you were too scared to get close to him.

You hated seeing him like this, but you were stuck in a loop of confusion. Bucky hadn’t looked at you for weeks, not in the eye anyway. He was never mean to you, he just…he just acted like you weren’t really there. You wanted to talk to him but he clearly didn’t want to talk to you. So, you left him be and tried to get on as normal. Going back to your room one evening, Steve stopped you in your tracks and stood in front of you. “Y/N, you’ve become a good friend of mine but I don’t think you realise what you’ve done to Bucky,” he said in a low voice. You just looked at him, unable to find any words, guilt in your eyes. What could you even say to him? Of course you knew and you were ashamed for it.

Around people, your humour was still intact but when you were alone, it was a different story. Every night you thought about going to Bucky’s room to try and talk to him. Every night you longed for him, but it all boiled down to one thing: you couldn’t get close to him, so you couldn’t get hurt in turn. So why the hell were you hurting anyway?

You needed to get out of the Tower. It was suffocating you. You just needed to get away from it all for a bit. You decided that you were going to see Jenna and her mother. You hadn’t spoken with them in a while and you missed them. They reminded you of a place when your life was less complicated. You planned to take your little trip the next morning. You told the team at breakfast about your plans; you’d probably be gone three days with all the travelling. “I swear to god, Y/N, if you do a runner, I will hunt you down!” Wanda had said. “No, no, it’s not like that. I’ll be back. I promise,” you reassured her and you gave her a hug. Getting a few bits together, you put your backpack on.

Just as you were getting out of the elevator to leave the Tower, someone came running down the stairs. It was Bucky. Out of breath he managed to say, “Are you coming back?” You were so surprised to see him and hear him actually speak to you. You had missed the sound of his voice. Bucky was so scared that you were going to disappear again that he had to see you, just in case he never saw you again. He tried not to look at you, as you stared him right in the face. “I’m coming back,” you said quietly and he gave you a nod and then started walking back up the stairs. It was a start, at least.


You knocked on the door and waited anxiously; you were worried the mother would be mad at your unexpected arrival. It was so strange being back in your old apartment building and it got you thinking about your old life. You missed it. You missed being on your own, in your own bubble, where you didn’t have to feel.  Jenna’s door opened, “Y/N?” “Hi…,” you greeted the mother and she pulled you into a hug. At that moment, she didn’t even care that you didn’t like hugs. She was happy to see you and you were happy to see her. She let you in and little Jenna came running up to you. As you picked her up, she wrapped her arm around your neck. Maybe you didn’t dislike hugs after all.

The mother made her famous lasagna for dinner and boy had you missed the taste. “You’ve changed,” started the mother. “Hmm?” “You’ve changed,” and she smiled warmly at you. “How so?” you asked. “Well, for starters, you’re actually eating dinner with us instead of me leaving food outside of your door!” You both chuckled. “Y/N, do you still have the picture I drew you?” Jenna asked. You leaned over to her and smiled, “Of course I do.” And Jenna grinned, shoving a big spoon of lasagna in her mouth.

The mother put Jenna to bed and then you both sat up and talked, over some tea. “So, who is the guy?” The mother asked. “Guy? There’s no guy,” you replied. How did this woman always know?! She just smiled. “You know, when you first moved in to the building, I thought you were strange,” she started. “Oh thanks!” You laughed. “Well I still think you’re strange,” she continued, “but I know it’s just a cover up.” You shuffled in your seat a little. “You were always doing your own thing. I never saw you bring anyone to your apartment or anyone leave it, other than you. That’s quite a lonely life to lead…” “Yea maybe,” you managed to whisper. “I was completely taken aback when you started to say ‘Hello’ to Jenna and I. But, I’m glad you did and whether you like to admit it, I think you are too.” 

You looked at her and smiled. She was right; you were glad you had started talking with them. The amount of times they had tried to get closer to you and you never saw what was right in front of you: they had become your closest thing to family. “Thank you for sticking with me,” you said. The mother moved forward in her seat, “You may think that your heart is made of stone, that you’re invincible, that you don’t need anyone… but underneath all of that, is a loving, yet lost woman and everyone needs someone. Don’t spend your life in darkness. You have a lot of love to give.” You hadn’t realised that your eyes had started to fill with tears.


The next morning, you gave Jenna a big hug and promised that you’d write her. You turned to the mother, smiled, and pulled her into a hug. You could feel her grip you tight. With one last smile, you grabbed your back pack and left to go back to the Tower. As you were riding your bike through town, it was so refreshing to be back in the city that you loved. It had been so good to get away, even if it was only for a couple of days.

Walking back in to the Tower, some of the Avengers were sitting in the lounge. Wanda saw you and got straight up. “See, I told you I’d keep my promise!” You winked at her and she laughed. “Well, you’re just in time; Steve is prepping everyone for the next mission. We’re heading to the meeting room in 5,” informed Wanda. You put your back pack into your bedroom and headed to the meeting room. Bucky saw you on the way and gave you a small smile. Of course, he was secretly relieved that you had come back.

Steve went through the plan: the base for the organisation that had kept Lincoln had been found and it was believed they had captured more Inhumans. It was going to be a big extraction and several highly trained teams had to be there. It was suspected that there were three Inhumans being held, but it could be more. The mission was going to be in a couple of weeks and training had begin the next day. It was going to be a gruelling few weeks. The planning for the mission had taken most of the day and everyone was hungry. “I’m not cooking, any volunteers?” said Clint. “NOPE!” Most of the team shouted. “Well, I’m ordering pizza then. Big day of training tomorrow, we need some pizza fuel,” he added. “Yea, because that’s going to help,” Natasha said, rolling her eyes.

The evening was a chilled out and peaceful one. Steve banned all alcohol, so that ruled out having any beers, much to Tony’s objection. Steve didn’t want to risk anyone being hungover. You were all spread out in the lounge, some of you on the couches, others on the floor. Bucky was to your left, sitting on the floor, with his knee up and his hand resting there. You were in the corner of one of the couches. You didn’t speak much that night. You just listened and watched. The jokes were flowing as usual, but it all just became white noise. All you could see was Bucky. Him sitting there, laughing at Steve’s attempts at jokes. That smile, you had missed that smile so much and you’d missed the little crinkles in the corner of his eyes as he laughed. You watched the way he tucked his hair behind his ears. The way he threw his head back when he laughed. You noticed the little freckles he had on his skin. You saw him.

The mother’s words had been ringing in your ears, “Don’t live your life in darkness,” and then it was as if everything fell right into place; right into where it was always meant to be. Your fear didn’t matter and your desire to run didn’t matter. In that very moment, it was as if time stopped and you knew: you were so in love with Bucky, but you had pushed him away.

Once everyone was in bed, you sat in your room, thinking what to do. How could you have been so damn stupid? Bucky heard a gentle knock on the door. There was no answer from him, like his usual “come in”. You worried that he knew it was you, so he wasn’t going to answer. Nearly walking away, he opened up. “Y/N, I don’t really want to talk,” and he went to shut the door, but you held it open with your powers. “Bucky, just let me talk to you. Please.” He couldn’t take anymore hurt but you seemed desperate, so he let you in.

Bucky had his arms crossed, not in an angry way, but just like he wanted to protect himself somehow. You didn’t know where to begin, so the words just started spewing out of your mouth. “Bucky, I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I know what I did was unforgivable. I had no right to hurt you like that. I just… I just got so scared and I didn’t know what to do… I was confused and I wanted to run and then I didn’t want to run and-“ Your words were coming out in gibberish. “Y/N, you’re not making any sense,” Bucky said, trying to slow you down.

You took a deep breath and your eyes were brimming with tears. You moved closer to him and took his hands. You looked up at him, taking in every inch of his face. “I’m so in love with you,” and your voice cracked, “and I’m sorry it took me so long to realise.” You looked into his eyes, tears nearly spilling over. “But really and truly, I am so ridiculously in love with you.”

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A/N: Right, I’ve finished writing all of it and there are two more chapters to go :) I’m so excited! Part 10 will be up tomorrow and maybe (if I can’t wait any longer), the final chapter will follow not long after. Thank you for reading!

“I’m with you till the end of the line.” :D

Pretty satisfied with my Steve & Bucky collection so far. I didn’t include my Cap Nendoroid coz GSC has no heart and refused to make Bucky. I also didn’t include my Hot Toys Rescue Cap coz my custom Azzano Bucky is far from finished. ^^ I’ll post another pic once my Hot Toys CW Cap and Buck are here.

Candles (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warning: May contain a little bit of sadness

“No, please- Lucy wait!” Breathlessly you chased after your daughter. She passed aisle after aisle giggling loudly. With surprise you realised that you had trouble keeping up with her. Very soon she wouldn’t be your little girl anymore. Deep in thoughts about your and your daughter’s future, you forgot to keep an eye on her. And then it happened. With a silent thump she came to a sudden halt. Stopped by something. Someone you corrected yourself looking up from your feet. Lucy had ran into a man that was about your age. He wore bulky clothes and a cap on his head. Together with the almost shoulder long hair it covered most of the man’s face. Still, you could see that he had this special something. Behind a curtain of brown hair, deep blue eyes seemed to look right through you. It took you a moment to realise that you were staring blatantly. “I- I’m so sorry.” You stammered. The man continued to stare at you.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t move anymore. He was literally petrified by how damn beautiful this woman in front of him was. Long (y/h/c) hair, accompanied by smart, (y/e/c) eyes. “Lucy, what do you say when you ran into someone?” The feeling of something tugging at his pants took him back into reality. He looked down to meet eyes with a little girl that looked almost exactly like the woman in front of him. “Sorry, man with long hair.” Both of the girl’s front teeth were missing, so she lisped a bit. “I really must apologise for my daughter. She’s kind of a wild thing, aren’t you?” Lucy grinned brightly. She looked up to Bucky again, then to her Mother. “Mom, can we buy some candles for daddy?” The Winter Soldier noticed how, for the glimpse of a moment, the woman looked unbelievably sad. “Of course we can.. Buy some candles honey.” “Can my friend come with us, too?” “Your friend?” Lucy took Bucky’s hand. Small children always confused him. But he didn’t feel uncomfortable, no, in the contrary… For the first time in months he felt comfortable around people that weren’t his best friend Steve or Sam Wilson. “He is my friend.” The woman laughed perplexedly. “If your … Friend… Wants to, of course he can come, too.” Bucky couldn’t believe himself. He was smiling. Actually smiling genuinely. “How could I decline such a tempting offer?”

You returned his smile. Most people would’ve thought of this guy as creepy. But not you. No. You were pretty good at reading people, and the man holding your daughter’s hand? He wasn’t creepy at all. Just… Hurt. Something had happened to him, something that had made him loose his track, just like you. “Come on Mom, or the candles will all be gone!” Your daughter interrupted your little staring contest. She reached out her hand, the hand that wasn’t holding the man’s. Still a bit confused about the situation you took her hand and let her pull you and the man into the candles section of the grocery store. It didn’t take Lucy long to find what she’d been looking for. Graveyard candlelights. The man with the piercing blue eyes shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, I’m sorry- I didn’t know-” You shook your head. “No, you couldn’t know. Ben- her dad- he lives in the graveyard now.” “Mom, should I take red or yellow candles? I don’t like the ones with Mary on it.” “Me neither. Take the red ones.” Lucy nodded and sat down on the floor, distracted by her task of finding the right candles. The stranger standing next to you and your daughter looked down at her with mixed expressions. “What happened?” He murmured. “Army. Died in Service for his country.” You answered truthfully and bitterly. The man clenched his left fist, which strangely was hidden in a dark glove. “I’m sorry. Really.” You shrugged. “I’ve learned to live with it. We both knew the risks of his job.” Still, you felt reminded of the huge black hole in your chest that wouldn’t go away since the love of your life died in combat. “It sucks, doesn’t it? War?” The stranger looked at the shelves full of candles. “It does.” You followed his eyes. “I found the right ones Mom!” Once more your daughter interrupted the two of you. “You’ve got everything you need then?” Lucy nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, let’s go pay.” You turned to the stranger. “Don’t you have anything to buy, too?” He shook his head and looked at his feet. But you already had kind of figured that he wasn’t in this store to shop for some groceries. You knew this behaviour. After your husband’s death you had always needed the feeling of some normality. So you went to the mall. Day by day. Watched people living their lives, feeling happy. Asked yourself why you couldn’t have something like that. With the help of a therapist and some time, these questions had almost disappeared to a point of no return. Only sometimes, at night or in situations like these, they would come back to haunt you like nasty ghosts. “I guess we’ll go then.” You murmured after some more staring. Your daughter took your hand again, after throwing the package of candles into your shopping basket. “Bye bye!” Lucy waved at the man and turned around. The two of you walked down the aisle. “Wait!” The man suddenly called after you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Slowly you turned around. “I don’t even know your name.” “(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” The stranger smiled lightly. “Bucky Barnes.” For what it felt like the millionth time this day, you got lost in his eyes again. “All Right, Bucky Barnes.” You nodded, as if the sound of his name had passed your test. “I hope we’ll meet again.” He lifted his head and for the first time you saw all of his face. It almost took your breath away. This man was beautiful. “So do I.” You turned around again, your heart beating unbelievably fast. “Mom?” Lucy asked after a while. “Yes?” You looked at your daughter. “Will I see my friend again?” You smiled. “I hope so. I really hope so.”

What you told your daughter on that day wasn’t a lie.

You saw Bucky Barnes again, very soon. He’d asked Tony Stark for help with finding you and after only a few minutes the billionaire had found you on the internet. The Winter Soldier wrote you an Email. Shortly after that you had your first date. Three years later, you excited the church as Mr and Mrs Barnes.

Originally posted by caps-bucky