did anyone else notice this little smirk after steve started walking away


{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky helps reader relieve some stress.

{warnings} lowkey dom!bucky, name calling (positive only), dirty talk, bucky being a really aggravating tease, no actual sex but the visuals will be on point if ya’ catch my drift

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 896

   Even if you were blind, you would be able to see that Y/N had been acting weird lately. Random mood swings, uncharacteristic brooding around, sulking away in her room, and snapping at anyone or anything that came within 10 feet of her. All of the Avengers (except maybe Nat) were in the dark about why she suddenly changed. And it’s not like they could go up to her and talk about it, in fear of their own lives. Everyone was confused, except Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. He knew exactly what was going on with her; he was trained to comprehend body language and human emotions like no one else on the team (again, except maybe Nat), and if he was adding everything up correctly, Y/N was in dire need of a proper fucking. 

   So, being the good friend he is, Bucky wanted to help ol’ Y/N out. He just needed to test the waters first, get her riled up. See if what he was perceiving as sexual frustration was really sexual frustration, before diving head first into a very awkward disaster. 

   It was a very bright Saturday morning, the birds were chirping, Steve and Tony had gotten back from a mutually successful training session, and Wanda had helped Vision make pancakes for everyone. So, when Y/N stepped out of her room and into the kitchen, loaded her plate up with fluffy pancakey goodness, and sat down quietly (without biting anyone’s head off), the Avengers were quiet surprised. Wanda was the first to speak: “Y-Y/N, you’re up early…”

 “Is it so wrong to eat food, Wanda?” she snapped back.

   Ah, there was the Y/N they had grown to love. After that, everyone went back to their eating and small talk. About 10 minutes later, everyone slowly started to file out of the kitchen, onto getting through another day. Sam was the last to leave, and when he did, Y/N breathed a silent breathe of relief. She felt bad for acting like such a bitch, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since she broke up with her last partner, she just couldn’t find any sexual relief. She had tried masturbating, but that’s kinda hard when you live where she does, and it’s not like she could just go out to a bar and pick up a one night stand. She’s a respected public figure, and her reputation is literally everything. So, poor Y/N had been without some type of sexual relief for 3 months. And for Y/N, that was a long ass time. She was out of options, and her patience was running low.

   Being caught up in her own thoughts, Y/N didn’t even notice Bucky enter the kitchen. Bucky smiled deviously, happy that he had caught her alone, and off guard. He sauntered up behind the unsuspecting Y/N, and with one swift motion, had her pinned against the nearest wall with his hand over her mouth. She gave him a ludicrous look, and when Bucky was sure she wouldn’t scream, he took his hand off of her mouth. “Bucky!” she whispered harshly at him, her eyes blazing with anger, “What the fuck was that?”

   He only chuckled at her, “The rest of the team is oblivious as to why you’ve been so moody lately, Y/N. I’m not so stupid…”

   “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she spat at him.

   His face became grave suddenly, and he leaned in so that his lips were touching her ear, “When was the last time you came, Y/N? Since you have been absolutely ruined?” his voice was low and gravelly as he spoke, and he internally reveled at the way she shivered underneath him. “Answer, the question, love.”

   She shook her head defiantly, “I don’t have to answer anything, you prick. And since when is my sex life any concern of - OH!”

   Bucky had interrupted lifting her up by her thighs, and, with her legs spread wide, grinding slowly against her clothed core. Y/N gasped as sparks of pleasure ignited her nerves, a irresistible fire building up in her core. It had been so long since she had felt anything remotely close to that… 

   Bucky smirked and began to grind a bit faster, “I’m gonna take care of you, Y/N. Gonna fucking wreck you, make you come on my fingers, my mouth, and my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. You understand, Y/N? Don’t need you pouting around anymore, do we?”

   Y/N shook her head vigorously, “No, no more pouting Bucky…” the electric pleasure spreading throughout her body was building, and Y/N couldn’t get enough. The way Bucky was panting in her ear, how dominate he had been, I mean, for fuck’s sake, he had her pinned against a wall. She threw her head back and moaned, maybe she was actually going to come… it had been so long…

   Then, everything stopped. Bucky dropped her to the ground, stepped back and grinned from ear to ear at her shocked expression. “I’ll fuck you, Y/N. But I wanna see how riled up I can get you, princess, before I have any real fun.” The smug bastard ran his hands through his hair, then sauntered out of the room, leaving poor little Y/N a panting, even more sexually frustrated mess.

lol this is short asf but i’m really excited for this mini series thingy. totally inspired by @lenavonschweetz , who is honestly my favorite writer ever

Silver Storm (8/?)

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

Pairing:  Bucky x reader , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff

  - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *

                                                       Chapter 8
“We didn’t-”

“Oh I don’t want to hear from you, loverboy,” the man spits back at Bucky. Every aspect of this man reminds you of your handler; the authoritative way he stands, the angry features settling over his face, and his tone send fearful chills through your body. You rip your hand out of Bucky’s hold, placing both your hands to your side. Your posture straightens, losing the relaxed slouch. Bucky watches as your demeanor changes, making his change as well. He recognizes all the adjustments you just did, causing his annoyance with Nick to rise.

“So what, Fury? You think you can just barge in here like you own the place?” Bucky shouts, shocking everyone including Fury. You stay silent, your chest tightening at the situation brought on by your presence.

Originally posted by bovaria

“He has a point, Nick. You don’t run the Avengers, we aren’t SHIELD. Who we bring on or dismiss from this team doesn’t need your approval.” Steve steps in backing up Bucky.

“Well your dumbass decision to take in another Hydra asset doesn’t just affect your team, Captain. You think Hydra hasn’t noticed they lost something? They are ripping through SHIELD bases looking for their asset!” His volume increases, making a whimper accidentally fall from your lips. The man you pieced together as Nick Fury turns his full attention to you.

“And just what do you have to say for yourself? Or are you going to let the actual heroes speak for you. I have every right to throw you into a damn cell for all the lives lost at your hands, Silver Storm.”

 No one has used your full title since the day on the roof. The sound of the title accompanied with the strict tone snaps you into soldier mode. It’s not as intense as it was before but your mind still goes mostly blank and the blind need to follow orders is present. You stand to full height, shoulders squared, eyes empty, and hands glued to your side. The entire table goes tense, recognizing the transformation from when Bucky still had it wired into him. Bucky stands next to you, fists balled at his sides.

“Well Silver Storm, y-”

 You lock your eyes to Fury’s .“Готовы выполнить, сэр (ready to comply, sir).” The words came out emotionless , sending shivers through Bucky.

Originally posted by shadowing-not-smothering

“Get the hell out,” he growls, glaring coldly at Fury.

“I’m not going anywhere! I want a damn explanation of your great plan, Barnes. You think you can save her? You can stop Hydra from finding her?” Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, preventing him from lunging at Nick.

“What the hell has gotten into you? You want a plan, Nick? They did they same thing to her as they did to me, so I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my damn power to undo the hell they put her through. You have no idea what we’ve went through. You just managed to undo everything she’s accomplished so far. She’s supposed to feel safe here; not like she has to fucking obey orders. She is a human, not a fucking weapon. She can join the team if and when she is ready. No one, especially you, is going to control her.” Bucky is livid, his blood boiling at the way Fury just barged in making ridiculous demands and accusations. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He sees the blank stare in your eyes which angers him more.

“Вернись ко мне, солнышко мое (come back to me, my sunshine),” he says while looking into your eyes. His words register in your mind; they don’t set in right away but after a few minutes he sees your eyes shift back to normal.

Tears leave your eyes as you see his face go from worried to relieved. What did I do? Your breathing starts to pick up rapidly, as anxiety blooms in your body. Your hands begin shaking and you squeeze your eyes shut. They aren’t going to want me here anymore. How did I fall back into a soldier so quickly? Bucky pulls you to him, locking you in a tight embrace.

“It’s alright Y/n, nothing bad happened, you didn’t do anything. It shouldn’t have even happened,” he whispers in your ear, trying to put an end to your anxiety attack.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, Bucky,” you sob into him. He runs a hand through your hair while glaring at Fury.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

“You aren’t going to hurt anyone. That isn’t who you are.You know that, I know that, and the team knows that. You are safe here. This won’t happen again; I won’t let it.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You pull away when the anxiety starts to fade.

“I think he is right,” you say quietly, drawing everyone’s attention.


“No Bucky, what I did isn’t okay. It’s not fair that people are losing their lives because Hydra is looking for me. But I want to be ready. They will look for me and they will find me. I can’t just sit and let all of you fight my fight. Bucky was able to undo most of the damage, so I’m not going to do any less. I’ve never been a damsel in distress, at least I think, so I’m not about to start.” You look at each member of the team and then your gaze lands on Fury. He is not my handler. I do not have to be afraid of him. I am not his property. I am one’s property.

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but you have no right to speak to me as if you have authority over me. You don’t have a right to speak to anyone like that and if that’s what you want, then go work for Hydra. I’ve been controlled around and I’m not letting an angry man with an eye patch make me feel like his bitch. So I’d listen to Barnes and get the hell out before I decide not to be so forgiving of your rude interruption during our family breakfast, buddy,” You spit out, sass oozing off every word.

Originally posted by othgifs

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist, wearing a proud smile.

“You heard the lady, elevators are that way Fury,” Tony says, pointing to the hall. Nick shakes his head, sending you a smirk before he heads to the elevator.

“Looks like you’ll fit right in here, Y/n,” he says, a hint of entertainment in his voice. You along with a few others are confused beyond belief. He just - didn’t he just yell at me?

“Keep that mindset. You aren’t what Hydra made you to be anymore. You’re better, use it against them, show them you made a hero out of weapon. And by the way, the government was somehow made aware of your residence here, so I’d expect a visit,” He calls over his shoulder as he steps into the elevator. You look around, noticing Natasha and Clints smirks.

“What the hell just happened?” you ask.

Natasha speaks up first. “Nick isn’t a bad guy, y/n. You’ve been through hell, but Hydra gave you something that you can use to help people. You just needed a push to -”

“You just manipulated me, is that what you’re saying?” you question through clenched teeth. Nats expression falls, realizing that is exactly what they did. It wasn’t just her though, it was Fury and Clint’s idea, too.

“I - we didn’t mean to-” Clint starts, but your hand flies up, signalling him to just stop.

Originally posted by arlothia

“I get it, I get why. But seriously? I’ve been manipulated and controlled enough. Can’t I just have some time to, oh I don’t know, fucking relax. I was turned into this against my will, never getting a fucking break. Of course I want to help the freakin’ world, but I need to breathe. I thought you guys of all people would understand,” you say, looking around to each of them. You didn’t know who exactly was in on that little show but you have a feeling Bucky and Steve were not. You move away, leaving the kitchen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing the disappointed looks the two super soldiers are giving the rest.

They aren’t wrong but I will not stand being manipulated. Not by people I thought were becoming my friends. Wait, how did the government find out I was here?

   It’s been a few days since Fury’s visit and things are returning to normal between you and the team. Nat and Clint apologized but you waved them off, understanding why they did it. You’ve been trying to figure out what to do about the government finding out about you. Do you run? Are they going to arrest you? Take you away from Bucky?

You’re sitting across from Tony in his lab, watching him reassemble one of his suits.

“Tony, what are we going to do if they come for me?” you question. He doesn’t look away from his work when he answers.

“Who? Hydra or the government?”

“Both. I know Hydra’s a pain in the ass but I’ve heard Secretary Ross isn’t a walk in the park either,” you reply. Tony lets out a snort at your answer.

“Well you’ve got that right. We’ll figure it out, kiddo. They finally ended up letting Barnes and the Accords slide, so I don’t see why you’d be any different.”

You nod at his response, not having anything else to say.

“Miss Y/n, Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you in the gym,“ FRIDAY announces. You get up, saying goodbye to Tony.

I wonder what he wants? The elevator ride to the gym isn’t long. When you step into the gym your eyes instantly go to Bucky. He was standing near the weights, using his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Hot Damn. Your eyes look over his body, taking in the lines and muscles.

“You come to work out or just stare at Barnes, y/n?” Sam’s voice startles you. You let out an awkward laugh.

“I guess I’m busted,” you say, a blush coating your cheeks. You hear Buckys laugh and catch his gaze.

“Oh doll, you can stare at me all you want,” he says with a wink. You hear Sam gag, pulling another laugh from you.

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“Why did you call me down here?” you ask Bucky as he walks over to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to spar?” he questions. You freeze. You haven’t come anywhere near the gym since you came here. You haven’t felt the need to workout or practice your fighting since you left Hydra.

“You don’t have to sweetheart, it was just a suggestion.” You can tell by his voice he regrets bringing it up. He shouldn’t have to step on eggshells around me. Maybe I should practice a little.

 “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, darling.” You shrug and go to leave.

“Oh whoa whoa, who says you’ll beat me?” he playfully asks. You roll your eyes.

“I won’t just beat you, I’ll kick your ass into next week, Buck,” you tease. Probably shouldn’t be so sure of myself, but what the hell. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Ohhhh man, Tin Can. You gonna take that?” Sam helps instigate, making you smile. “I bet she could do it, look at these arms.” Sam lifts your arms to prove his point.

Originally posted by havemanymonkeys

“Alright doll, let’s spar then. Unless you’re all talk?” Yes, yes I am. You smirk, covering up your nervousness. Sam asks FRIDAY to notify the rest of the team, wanting to get a bet going on who’s going to win. When everyone arrives, you and Bucky step into the sparring ring.

“Alright, I’ve got $20 on Y/n!” Sam yells. You don’t pay attention to who else sides with him, you just lock your eyes on Bucky.

“What are you going to bet, Doll? What do I get when I win?” his lips twitching into a cocky smile. When? Oh you’re going down Barnes.

“If you win, you can have whatever you want. But when I win, I get to…” you think for a minute, trying to come up with something you know he wouldn’t agree to normally. Then it pops into your head. “When I win, I get to do your make up, hair, and nails.” His eyes bug out of his head.

Originally posted by paramuswriter

“Deal. I can’t wait for my prize,” he says with a smirk and a wink.

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Ten Years (Part 1)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,327

Warnings: language, snark, memories of cheaters

A/N: I have no words. Bucky Barnes continues to keep my attention. Hopefully you guys like this!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

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Request: Can I request a soulmate AU with Steve and a dark skinned black woman with box braids? Where your soulmates name is on your wrist. And Steve didn’t have a name on his wrist until he came out of the ice.

Steven Grant Rogers was a pretty normal sounding name  it didn’t have to be the super soldier in the history books. People used to tease you about it  when you were young. Captain America was dead, they’d say you were going to fall in love with a corpse. Steven Grant Rogers is a normal name and anyone could have it, you would assure yourself. It didn’t have to be a dead man.

The day they found Captain America in the ice you were out getting groceries. You assured yourself it didn’t have to mean anything. So he was alive, that didn’t mean he had to be your Steven Grant Rogers. No need to get your hopes up. As fate would have it you ran into a lot of Stevens and Steves, but none of them were yours, so you gave up looking. You started wearing a bracelet around your wrist to cover up the name of the  man who was supposed to be your other half. Sometimes people never met their soul mate; the world was cruel like that. There were sites where you could search for your soul mate but you figured if it was meant to be it would be.

You were working as a waitress when you met him for the first time. He was sitting with his teammates silently listening to them talk. He was at one of your tables. You took a deep breath and strode forward greeting the table that held a billionaire, two assassins and Captain America.

“Hello, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you guys off with drinks?” you spoke. Everyone shifted to look at you with wide eyes. You looked back at them confusedly.

“I can come back if you’re not ready yet,” you stammered taking a preliminary step back.

“What’s your full name?” the Black Widow asked and you stammered out your full name.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Tony Stark murmured, “Looks like there’s a reason your mark was a little delayed Cap.”

You looked over to Captain America with a confused stare. Something deep inside you knew what they were talking about, but your mind refused to believe. You refused to believe that all this time everyone had been right. Unconsciously you touched the bracelet covering the name.

“Would you write your name for us?” the Black Widow addressed you again and you did what she said mechanically, grabbing your pen from your apron and scrawling your name on your notepad before showing it to them.

“Steve, it’s her,” the man beside Steve mumbled.  Steve nodded slowly still looking at him.

“Can I see your mark?” Steve finally spoke. You stuck out your wrist without thinking about the thick bracelet covering your wrist. He removed it and beheld his name in his own handwriting etched  into the dark brown skin of your wrist. He looked back up at you and showed you  his mark. It was your name and in your handwriting. He was  your Steven Grant Rogers.

“What now?” you all but whispered. You felt a braid fall out of the otherwise neatly wrapped bun on top of your head and didn’t even care to try and put it back up. This was life changing. There were so many books about what to do when you met your soul mate but none of that mattered now. This was real and he was here.

“When do you get off work?” Steve asked.

“In 2 hours.”

“Do you like coffee?” he smirked. You smiled back at him and nodded. You were nearly useless for the two hours until your shift ended. You had to get someone else to cover their table so that you could quietly hyperventilate in the back. After years of teasing, and heartbreak he was there and he was hot! You sent a silent thank you to God for delivering you Captain America.

As your shift was over you took off your apron and pulled your braid out of the tight bun. They fell heavily  just as you noticed Steve at the bar seemingly waiting for you. He stared at you with a look so awestruck you felt like blushing. You walked over to him with a bashful smile.

“I hope you don’t mind the uniform,” you laughed, realizing you were still in your white button up and black slacks, however the clothes fit you well and part of the restaurant’s waitress requirement was to look at least a little attractive.

“You look beautiful,” he assured. You smiled and looked down at your feet.

“How about that coffee? I could use it.”

“Hope you don’t mind motorcycles.”

The two of you sat in a little café with nice music, and better coffee and you talked well into the night. Countless romance authors tried to write what it felt like to be with your other half but they weren’t even close to describing the feeling of pure joy in your heart. It was like talking to someone who already knew you.  It was talking to exactly the right person for every subject. You were the same where it mattered the most and different in the ways you absolutely needed. In a rare break in conversation you noticed Steve just looking at you.

“What?” you laughed a little.

“Sorry, I just… this feels like a dream. I remember being a kid in the 40’s thinking he was gonna die alone and I wish I could go back and tell him his mark was just late, and the girl meant for him was gonna be greater than anyone he could possibly deserve,” his gaze looked glassy as he continued to stare at you like you were the whole world and the moon and the sun it revolved around.

“I wish I could go back and tell the kids who teased me about my soul mark to eat a dick. I won the game of fate,” you spoke solely for the purpose of making the little bit of sadness in his expression go away. It worked and his laughter felt like tangible love on your skin.

The two of you didn’t leave until the early hours of the morning when you were half delirious from sleep deprivation. He took you back to your apartment and walked you all the way to your door. You kissed his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you assured.

“I’ll be here at 2,” he promised.

“At 2.” you didn’t want him to ever leave, but you’d never go to sleep if he stuck around so you closed the door and went straight to bed, excited for tomorrow and for forever with your soul mate.

Scratch - Part 10 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by slayveronica

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: Okay so I don’t describe Oliver because I wanted to leave that up to y’all to picture him how you like, but in my mind Oliver is Queenie, aka Stephen Amell, also kinda why I named him Oliver. Did anyone else participate in a day without immigrants? I did, and a lot of my family did too. Only three more parts left!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

I was curled up in my bed under the covers with a firm chest pressed against my back. The morning sun was peaking in through the window curtains and the light was directly on my eyes. I groaned in frustration and turned into the chest to hide from the light.

“Morning,” a deep voice said.

I grumbled some more and curled further into the warm body.

“You’re going to have to get up at some point,” Oliver chuckled wrapping his arms around me.

“I don’t want to,” I mumble. “And you can’t make me.”

“I will take that challenge,” Oliver laughs. His hands slowly move down my bare back sending a shiver down my spine.

I close my eyes tighter and try not to think about what he is making me feel. When his hands reach my sides my eyes shoot wide open and my room is filled with Oliver’s laughter and my own as he tickles me awake.

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Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.

You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

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First Date (Bucky x reader)

ayyyeeee so I’m not tired and I feel like writing till I fall asleep so here I go!

PSA: your first date with Bucky. Super fluffy. hehe that rhymed

You heard a knocking at the door of your room in the Avengers tower. Tonight was the night you were going on a date with Bucky. You turned the door handle and there stood your date. He was wearing a dark navy blue suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie around his neck. His long hair was messily pulled back, but it made him look ten times sexier.

When you opened the door, Bucky was at a loss for words. He admired the way your black dress fitted your every curve and made you look more beautiful than he already knew you were.

He tried to collect his thoughts, but just gaped at you and blurted out, “beautiful.”

You blushed at his comment and realized he didn’t make an effort to cover up his metal hand. He usually never liked it to show, feeling self conscious, but maybe something changed in him.

“Ready to go?” Bucky was giving you a charming smile that made you weak.

“Let’s go. Where are you taking me?” You giggled a little and intertwined your fingers with his outstretched hand.

“Why it’s a secret. You’ll just have to find out when we get there.” He gave you a wink and you walked down to the car, hand in hand.

He drove away from the bright city lights and took you to the coast. Throughout the car ride you would catch glances at each other and smile. You liked Bucky, you knew the Winter Soldier wasn’t the real him. It took a while, but you finally got his true self, the one Steve knew, to resurface after all those years of torture and pain. Steve knew you were good for Bucky. He was rooting for you two. Not before long, the car finally came along some gravel road. You found yourselves on the coast at a beautiful winery with only one table. A table that was meant for you and your date.

Bucky opened your door and took your hand to help you out. You were wearing heels. Good lord. How were you supposed to walk through all this gravel?

You took one step and you sank, almost face planting into the ground if Bucky wasn’t there to grab your arm.

“Uhh.. hehe.” You smiled shyly and tried to regain some composure.

You thought to yourself, “just 500 more feet of this. Fuck.”

Bucky saw that you were struggling so he chuckled a little bit before kissing you on the head and picking you up bridal style. “You looked like you needed some help there, love.”

“Thank you for noticing. If I tried getting across this gravel I don’t think I would make it to the door.” You weren’t awkward with each other. Both of you felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you two had known each other for lifetimes when it was only a couple months. Everyone noticed that you two had feelings for each other, they were all just waiting for one of you to make the first move.

You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he easily carried you to the open courtyard. “What do you think? Did I pick an alright place? I hope it’s okay..” He looked a little worried at you, he wanted to make you as happy as possible.

“Bucky.. it’s beautiful. It’s.. it’s perfect.” You looked at him and smiled, his eyes communicating with yours that words couldn’t.

He gave you a goofy grin, overjoyed that you liked the restaurant. Dinner went on wonderfully. You tried wines; you both laughed at each other when the one of you didn’t like one. Bucky found out that he was not a Chardonnay type of guy and almost choked on it. You burst out laughing as he gave you a glare for laughing, as he tried to remain stoic and not laugh with you. He thought you had the most intriguing laugh that was always paired with you captivating smile. It was a wonderful night filled with laughter and affection.

After dinner, you two decided to take a walk on the beach. You both took of your shoes, and walked along the shore. He intertwined his hand with yours again, and you playfully swung your arms back and forth. Bucky laughed at your little childish act and stopped in his tracks. You kept walking until you realized that he wasn’t standing next to you.

“What?” You smiled at him, bubbly from the alcohol.

Bucky looked at you with soft eyes, a small smile traced across his face. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.” He walked towards you and wrapped his hands around your waist, the coolness of his metal hand seeping through your dress. You didn’t mind it, yet goosebumps trailed across your arms. Bucky noticed and began to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

“it’s okay, I don’t mind.” You looked up into his eyes, them moved your gaze to his full lips. He did the same. You moved your hands from his warm chest to wrap around his neck and pulled him down to you. Your lips softly touched his and he poured himself into the kiss. He pulled away slightly, leaving a tingling sensation on your lips. A smirk drew across his face before colliding with you again. His hands on your waist drew up your spine, sending a shiver throughout your body. This time you pulled away, and looked deeply into his eyes like there was an answer to a question you’d been asking.

He pulled you into his chest and kissed you head. The warmth of his body enveloped you, it felt like home. He smelled of cologne, cotton, with a hint of alcohol. You took it all in, the smell imprinting into your mind.

With a chuckle and his super soldier strength, he threw you over his shoulder and walked into the water. You laughed and thrashed around in his arms, not wanting to get soaking wet. He gently put you down in about shin deep water and you kicked water up at him. He gaped at your action and terrified that he was going to throw you in the water your started running away from him. The water made it harder to run, and Bucky caught up to you. He grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you up. You both burst into a fit of laughter and he carried you back to the shore.

For a long time you stood there on the beach with Bucky, going between kissing, laughing, and the quiet moments where he just held you close to him. With you, all of the fears of his past faded away. He wanted you in his life, and he wanted to make you happy.

When you both realized how late it was getting, Bucky picked you up bridal style while holding your heels so all you had to do was hang on. The bottom of his pants and the hem of your dress were both wet and sand covered. Neither of you cared, both of you were just in pure bliss because of the night.

He drove back to the tower, the ride back was silent. No words were needed. He rested his hand on your thigh and you traced patterns on his forearm the whole ride home.

When you arrived back at the tower, Bucky walked you back to your room. The tower was silent, everyone else seemed to be fast asleep.

“Well, this is me,” you said, pointing to your door. “Thank you for the wonderful night Bucky. I hope we can do this again.” You smiled and took his hand in yours. He pulled you into him and placed his hand on your hips.

“I do too. F/N, i hope we can be something more. I really like you, and I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you. You make me feel whole again. We can take this one step at a time. Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you. I care about you F/N.”

He pulled a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Bucky, I- I really like you too. I want to be something more with you. You make me so happy; happier than anyone else could ever make me.” He cupped your face with his hand and kissed you passionately before you could say anything else. Your arms that were around his neck messed up his neat hair as you ran your fingers through it. He pulled away, kissed you on the temple, and hugged you for what felt like forever. It was the kinda of feeling where you didn’t want it to stop. He let you go, and you put your hand on the door knob.

He kissed you on the head, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “Goodnight, my love.” He flashed you a smile before walking down the hall, disappearing around the corner. You laughed at the little trail of sand he left behind him.

“Goodnight Bucky,” you whispered in the air, even though there was nobody that could hear you. You opened your door and went inside, closing it behind you. You slept good that night, dreaming of Bucky and the future you two could have together.

After Bucky dropped you off at your room, and you went inside, the rest of the team peered around the corner that led to your hallway. They were like teenagers, high fiving and giggling at what they saw. They spied on you the whole night, glad with the outcome.

“Barton, you owe me a training session where I get to kick your ass.” Natasha snickered and Clint groaned. They were betting on whether Bucky would confess his feeling to you, Natasha winning the bet with a yes. Steve dispersed everyone back to their rooms, trying to make sure that their little operation would remain unknown.

Everyone in the tower slept good that night, knowing that you and Bucky were getting together.

Drifting off to sleep, Bucky was rid of his nightmares that night. Instead, you were the one filling in his dreams. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing you were finally apart of his life.

Prompt Request - Timid

Summary: After an unexpected evening with Bucky, you spend the next few days avoiding him, too nervous to face the uncertainty of the inevitable conversation, and completely unaware that he is trying to ask you out.

179: “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before… and it scares the shit out of me.”
182: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Warnings: lil swearing; lil teeny, toes-in-the-water, implied smut. Mostly fluff and mild angst.

Word Count: 2270

A/N: Guys this is like way too close to real life for me. I am such an awkward peanut. I once literally went on a date with a guy and didn’t even know it until I was describing my weekend to a friend who was like, “Hold up… who was the  date with?” What date?! Yah, I’m an idiot. Also I half like, half hate this… so I dunno. I just. don’t. know. Hopefully you like it @demonchild01, you lovely, patient requester.

Originally posted by hurtbymanyblogs

You woke up with a soft groan, rubbing your aching forehead, the first thought of the day: Hangover.

Pinching your eyes closed against the harsh light, the second thought occurred to you: Why is it so bright in here, I always close the curtains…?

Rolling away from the offending light, the sheets slid over your body a little too easily. With an alarming realization the third thought came to you, and you froze immediately: I’m not wearing my pajamas!

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Did you miss me? | one

Bucky x Reader

A/N: This is my first time ever writing smut and I really hope that it’s okay. Again, sorry for any typo. Don’t forget to write a feedback, you can also drop a request in my ask box. (psst, requests are OPEN!)

Word Count: 4000+ | Rating: R [NSFW]

Warning: SMUT! Awkwardness…?

Masterlist here 

Originally posted by suicidessquad

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Just Sex: Sebastian Stan imagine

It was late, probably in the early hours of the morning. You slowly slipped out your shower to see your phone going off.

Are you home? I’ll be over in a few.

A message flickered from Sebastian Stan. You just rolled your eyes knowing where this is going to lead to, just like any other night. You slipped on some old vintage rock shirt before you heard your door swing open. You got off the bed but just as you were going to walk out the door, Sebastian walked in pushing you against the wall.

“Eager are we?” You teased as his lips make quick work at your neck. You were sure there were going to be many marks up and down your neck.

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The Nicer Stark

Request: imagine of being Tony’s younger sister who just came back to NYC after being in Cairo (she’s an archeologist) and the Avengers find her great since she is sarcastic, brilliant and snarky and she isn’t afraid to call Tony out on his crap or embarrass him and late one night she and Steve end up chatting and she explains why she loves Egypt and archeology and she kinda dorks at him and apologizes but he finds it so endearing because he has a massive crush? And the Avengers all see them kiss??
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Reader is Tony’s sister
Warnings: language (steve wouldn’t approve)

A/N: This idea is adorable. My older cousin is an archaeologist and so I got excited reading this request. Enjoy!


You were currently in New York, taking a small break once your job was finished in Cairo, Egypt, and wanting to relax as much as possible. Your brother, Tony, invited you to stay with him in his tower, and you happily agreed. You haven’t seen Tony in about 8 months, so you were excited to see how his life had changed. You got to the tower and saw Tony waiting for you, and you ran and hugged him, almost knocking him over.

“Tony! I missed you so much,” You smiled once you pulled away.
“Hey lil sis, I missed you too,” He grinned, making you quickly hug him once more, “How was Egypt?”

“Amazing! There was so much to look at! Mummies, tombs, and you should have seen the-”

“Yeah, great, okay,” Tony cut you off and you rolled your eyes, “I’m going to give you a small warning,” He stated once you guys got into the elevator, “The Avengers are all dying to meet you,”

“Wait, what?” Your eyes widened, “I can’t meet them now, I just got off a long-ass flight, I look like dog shit,”

Tony shrugged, “Too bad, we’ve set up here so they’re going to be here most of the time,”

The rest of the elevator ride was silent, except for my heart beating at lightning speed, extremely nervous to meet the Avengers.

Once we got to the floor where everything was, Tony walked in front of me, pulling my suitcase along with him, bringing me to the living room. Once we got there, all these faces turned to look at me.

“Hey, guys, this is my little sister Y/N,” Tony introduced you and you gave them a small smile and a wave, which they all returned happily, “Y/N, this is Steve, Nat, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Sam, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky and Vision,” Tony said, pointing at everyone and running out of breath slightly.

“Hi, guys,” You smiled nervously.

“Damn, you’re so much better looking than your brother,” The guy you recognized as Sam said.

“Hey, tweety bird, no flirting with my sister,” Tony said sharply, pointing a finger at him.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop sounding tough, Tony, you’re nothing without your suit,” Tony made a face of mock hurt as the rest of the gang laughed.

“Welcome to the crew, Y/N, you’re gonna fit right in,” Clint said, and you smiled.


Around two weeks later, you were up early and making breakfast, missing the nice big kitchen here in the Stark Tower. You hummed along to some classic rock as you started making the batter for your pancakes, mixing it just right before pouring it into the pan.

“Good morning,” You turned around and came face to face with Bucky, who you hadn’t talked to much, but knew him reasonably.

“Good morning Bucky,” You smiled, turning back to your pancakes.

“Do you want me to go wake up everyone?” He asked after complimenting how great your pancakes smelled.

“Would you? Thanks,” With that, Bucky took off, and in a minute, all the hungry and sleepy Avengers were gathering in the dining room, happily eating their pancakes.

“These are delicious,” Steve complimented you, making you smile.

“What? Why didn’t anyone wake me?” Tony walked into the kitchen, probably awoken by the noise that everyone was making.

“You’re a heavy sleeper,” Bucky mumbled, mouth full.

“He’s right,” You nodded, “Besides, it’s a lot more peaceful without you,” You smirked at your older brother, who rolled his eyes.

“How are you so nice?” Thor asked you, sitting at the end of the table, “And your brother such an idiot?” You laughed.

“He’s got a stick up his ass, he needs to loosen up,” You shrugged, looking between Thor and Tony.

“That’s not true! Stop bullying me,” Tony pouted.

“Aw, did I hurt big toughie Iron Man’s feelings?” You faked a puppy dog face, and Tony nodded, “Too bad,”

“Tony your sister is amazing, can we trade you for her, please?” Nat said, a smile on her lips as you laughed, giving Tony his pancake as he joined the other Avengers.


Weeks went by and you had become very close to all the Avengers, helping them with injuries when they got back from a mission or helping to prepare them for one. You had gotten particularly close to Steve, as you both shared a deep interest for history and the modern world. Knowing he was alive during World War II was a huge fascination to you, and you never stopped admiring him for it. Tony wasn’t overly fond of Steve, and you had tried to help them get along but it was useless, the two were like an old married couple.

But now here you were, sitting on the couch in the living room with your laptop after everyone had gone to bed. You were entering some information you had gathered in Egypt on your database, helping make links with the research from your co-workers.

“Y/N?” A voice said from the doorway, making you jump slightly until you saw Steve standing there, a small look of confusion on his face, “Why are you still up?”

“Research,” You smiled, turning back to your computer, analyzing the Ancient Egyptian traditions.

“On your archaeology stuff?” Steve asked, making his way to sit next to you, and you nodded, “How was it like in Egypt? What kind of stuff did you study?”

Your eyes lit up, “Egypt was amazing, we were in Cairo for around eight months, studying ancient Egyptian traditions, like their wine festivals and their mummies. It was honestly the best trip of my life,” You grinned.

“How did you get into archaeology?”

You smiled, knowing he was genuinely interested, “Well, when I was younger, my dad talked about you a lot, I’m sure Tony has told you, and he talked a lot about his experiences in the war, so history has always been a huge part of my life. But when studying history from even further back, it just got so interesting, when looking ancient Greece, and ancient Egypt, it’s just such a passion of mine. I went to Greece a few years ago, on a European research trip we did, and I was lucky enough to go on the Egyptian trip too,” Steve smiled at you.

“Did you prefer ancient Greece or ancient Egypt?” He asked, looking straight into your eyes, making your breath halt slightly.

“Um.. they were both so different, but the at the same time, so similar, you know? They were all about their festivities and worships, but in Greece is was a lot more based on the Greek Gods, and how we still interpret them in our lives now. In Egypt, it was a lot more looking at how their ways of life - you know, the pyramids and tombs - how they changed the world and got us to where we are now,” You noticed how you were going on and on, “Sorry for rambling,”

Steve smiled, and it was then you realized how close he was to you, “Seeing you talk about the things you love.. It’s so fucking cute, I just want to kiss you,” You could feel his breath on your lips and you didn’t want him to move away.

“Then do it,” You whispered, and Steve didn’t need anything else, his lips were on yours in an instant, shutting the both of you up. His hand gently pushed the laptop off your legs as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, your hands going around his neck without breaking the kiss. Steve groaned slightly as you moved your hips slightly, adjusting yourself.

“Don’t do that, it’s hard to concentrate,” He mumbled and you giggled before pressing your lips back to his.

“What are we all watching- hey! Get your grandpa hands off my sister!” Tony’s voice broke your kiss apart, both of you embarrassed as you just noticed all of the Avengers in the doorway.

“Tony, leave them alone,” Nat said, shooting you a wink, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“Tony, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can take care of myself,” You got off Steve’s lap, much to his dismay, and made your way over to your brother.

“I know, but you’re gone all the time for work, and I’m always so goddamn worried about you, and now you’re here and I just want to protect you,” Tony said quietly.

“Tony, you don’t need to protect me from Steve, or any of these guys, honestly,” You smiled, pulling him into a hug, “You’re my brother, and I need you to support the decisions I make, even if you don’t like them,”

Tony sighed, hugging you back, “Fine, but if Capsicle so much as hurts you in the slightest…”

“Yes, I know, you’ll kick his ass,” You smiled, “Whatever you say, old guy,”

Tony gave Steve a glare before leading the other Avengers out of the room, leaving you and Steve alone once again.

“Now, where were we?” Steve asked, pulling you back down to his lap and connecting your lips once more.

Resident Advisor

Avengers x Reader

Summary: The Avengers have been misbehaving and getting a lot of bad press lately, so you’ve been assigned to be their Resident Advisor. You’re up for the challenge and take it on with your guns blazing, but they quickly learn you might not be so different from them.

VERY LOOSELY based on this anon ask/request: *shiny eyes* +w+ do i see an open ASKBOX?! yesssss okay okay what if steve and thor had a crush on someone who often was sweet but mature /confident, and also had a much funnier side which she did not allow to be shown much unless amongst with trusted ones? like she starts feeling more confident with the avengers crew and there’s this time where they catch her making a pun with tony or smth / being a meme with the others, idk just overall funny crush. X’D 

Word Count: 3406

A/N: I was originally just going to respond to the ask with a short one-shot this morning but I got a little carried away- 3k words later. I’m making it a full post. Oops!
As always, advice/comments/critiques are highly appreciated and cherished, and I’m down for requests or prompts too (Preferably not anon, because I sometimes like to clarify what it is that you’re wanting so I can put my best efforts into it for you!)


You were sitting at the kitchen island with your laptop open in front of you, checking your emails and letting Hill know you had just gotten off your red-eye flight and had arrived at the compound. You had yet to change out of your black leggings and oversized sweatshirt because a fresh cup of coffee and a cinnamon bagel took precedence.

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Hair Stylist

Authors Note: I have so many ideas for my upcoming imagines by the way! I don’t know if they’ve ever been done before but I’m trying to make them as original as possible! 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader used to be a hair stylist and takes it into their hands to style Buckys hair.

Words: 1555 

Warnings: Bucky being destructive in the kitchen, poor decapitated fridge 

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

You grimaced as Bucky walked in the room with sweaty gym hair. He tucked both sides of his hair behind his ear in an attempt to keep it out of his face but failed miserably as he reached in the fridge to grab a water bottle. He groaned out in frustration and slammed the fridge door shut, not realizing his own strength. The fridge door unhinged and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Bucky hissed a bunch of incoherent curse words and slammed down the water bottle, that he was holding with his left hand, down on the counter. The pressure he put on it caused it to burst open and water sprayed out everywhere. 

It was Bucky Vs. Kitchen and the kitchen was winning. 

You snickered from your spot on the couch and put the book that you were reading down. “Tony’s going to kill you.” Buckys head shot up, not realizing that you were there this whole time, and bit back a scowl. “Yeah, no shit Captain Obvious.” He dragged his hand down his face before letting out a heavy sigh. “Please don’t tell him." 

You raised an eyebrow at him and got up. "What’s in it for me?” You were going to help him either way but you enjoyed watching him squirm. Besides, you loved blackmail and you were all for letting Bucky do your laundry for a month or making you breakfast. This time, though, you had something different in mind. Bucky never lets anyone touch his hair but that was all about to change. 

“I’ll do your laundry for two months-oh! And I’ll make your breakfast for three!” You laughed at Buckys desperation to keep his little incident between you two and he frowned in confusion. Walking closer to him you smirked involuntarily as you saw him tense under your close proximity. 

You reached your hand up to rub the stubble on his cheek and leaned in closer to his ear. “As tempting as that sounds,” you said in your best sultry voice, “I have something else in mind." 

Buckys Adams apple bobbed up and down as he visibly swallowed. "Y-yeah, what’s that?" 

You ran your free hand up and down his chest before latching it on to his shoulder and pushed him against the counter behind him. "From now on..” You paused for dramatic effect. “..I can be your personal hair stylist!" 

Bucky was caught off guard as he blinked all the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind. He shook his head, "Wait, what? N-no, I’m not letting you anywhere near my hair.” He was still a little shaken from your little tease but you didn’t need to know that. Too bad you already noticed how flustered he had gotten. 

You faked a sigh as you moved away from him and towards the elevator. “Well, I guess I’ll have to bring Tony down here to fix the fridge.." 

"No, no, no, no-ok fine! You can be my. . hair stylist.” You grinned and bounced to the decapitated fridge. “Perfect! We can start tomorrow.” You raised your hand and the fridge door was attached back to its hinge in a matter of seconds. 

Bucky shook his head as you skipped away to your room. The elevator doors dinged, announcing someones presence. A few seconds later, Tony walked in the kitchen. He took one look at the kitchen counter and stopped in his tracks. “Um, why is my kitchen counter all wet? And why does that water bottle look like its been through hell?" 

Bucky chuckled nervously and shrugged. "Don’t know my own strength?" 

The next day you sauntered into the living room to see Sam, Natasha and Bucky watching a movie. You hopped over to Bucky and pulled on his arm to make him stand up. "Come onnn, remember our plans for today.” Bucky rolled his eyes and Natasha smirked. Sam kept his eyes on the screen not wanting to miss anything. "What plans?“ 

"Nothing!” “I’m going to style Buckys hair!" 

Bucky groaned as he realized that he was going to endure weeks worth of teasing from Sam when his head shot up, his interest piqued. The movie was long forgotten as Sam burst out in laughter and Natasha raised her eyebrows in both surprise and amusement. 

"Barnes never lets anyone touch his hair, how’d you trick him into that? Wait- no, let me guess, blackmail?” You nodded and pulled Bucky up the stairs and to your room. Sams laughing didn’t die down as he yelled at you guys. “I always wondered how you would look in pigtails, Barnes! Oh and a French Braid!" 

You snickered as you noticed the annoyed look on Buckys face and dragged him down the hall. "Don’t worry, I won’t give Sam the satisfaction of seeing you in pigtails.” You paused before adding, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it either." 

Once you guys were in your room you walked into your bathroom where all your supplies were. You sat Bucky down on the closed toilet seat while you turned on the pipe. "When was the last time you washed your hair?" 

Bucky watched you move around the bathroom, "Last night.” You looked up at Buckys hair. “What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?" 

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows,"Um, I don’t remember. Does it really matter?” You squeezed some shampoo in your hands. “Of course it matters. Take off your shirt.” The soldier was taken back by your bluntness but covered it up with a smirk. He peeled off his shirt and threw it somewhere by the door. “Doll, you didn’t have to pretend to want to do my hair just to see me shirtless. All you had to do was ask." 

You rolled your eyes but you had to admit, this man was sculpted by the gods. You pushed him with your elbows under the pipe."You humor me Barnes. Rinse your hair out.” After he did that you moved to rub the shampoo in his hair but he moved away and scrunched up his nose. 

“Bucky! You’re wetting up my floor!” He ignored you and look at the shampoo bottle. “Fruit Smoothie Bonanza? There is no way you’re putting this in my hair." 

"Why nott?” He was making this more difficult than this had to be and you were getting fed up. “I don’t want to walk around smelling like a fruit basket!” You threw your head back with a groan and washed the shampoo off your hands. 

“Fine, you want a shampoo that smells all musk and ‘manly’? I’ll go see what Steve has.” After you had gotten Buckys preference in shampoo, he allowed you to wash his hair with no trouble. You were now drying his hair when he started squirming in his seat. 

“What is it now?” He glanced at you through the mirror and bit his lip. “You. . you’re not really going to put my hair in a French Braid, are you?” You froze for a moment and the burst out laughing from Buckys actual concern. He looked like a confused puppy at this moment and all you wanted to do was hug him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought. 

“No, as funny as that would be.” You take off the dryer and put it down before picking up the brush. “How are you such a professional in doing my hair? It’s never been this soft.” You giggled as Bucky started touching his hair and smacked his hand away. 

“Before I joined the team,” You explained to him,“I used to be a hair stylist. One of the biggest ones in Manhattan, actually. I was booked to do Tony’s hair multiple times, that’s how we knew each other." 

Bucky was surprised by this newfound information. "Really? How come you never told anyone before?” You shrugged your shoulders. “No one asked." 

When you were done with Buckys hair you placed the brush down and gave Bucky some time to look at your work. "Wow Y/N. Thank you so much, I could kiss you.” You knew it was a joke and shot him back a response. 

“Well then why don’t you?” Both of you tensed as you realized that you sounded like you weren’t actually joking. Which you weren’t, you had been wanting to kiss him for months but you knew he didn’t feel the same way. 

“I mean-I’m sorry that sounded better in my head, just-” You were interrupted by Bucky placing his lips on yours. There was a bit of hesitation in the kiss and he pulled back before you can respond. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was way out of line and-” This time, you interrupted Bucky. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips to pull your body closer. Your lips molded perfectly together as they moved together in harmony. He started to back you up against the wall but the back of your leg hit the vanity in the process. You guys jumped apart at the noise when your things clattered to the floor. 

You both laughed as a blush stained your cheeks. “You know,” You bit your lip,“this is a better price in paying me than I had in mind." 

"I had to pay?”

Her voice is calling to me

Prompt : The Little Mermaid AU

Word count : 8315

Warnings : Language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos or you’ll have babies or worse ! and I’ll put the gif that inspired me for that and blame the series of books ‘Once Upon a Time’ by Eloisa James and it leads well to the end, I let you do the counting). Prince Bucky (yes that’s a warning !)

Author’s note : So this is finally my Little Mermaid AU for @sincerelysaraahh‘s Month of Fairy Tales. I’m sorry it took so long, I was supposed to post that on Monday, but (holy shit) it’s a 13 pages long story. A big part is inspired by the Disney movie of course, some scenes are a rewrite and the rest comes from me. As I already said in my previous stories, English is not my first language and even if I check my texts several times, mistakes can remain (don’t hesitate to tell me if you spot one, also if you spot my name inside just tell me, because I write it with my name first and then I change when I post). I hope you’ll enjoy it and feedback is always appreciate.

Song of the title : Her Voice, Drew Seeley

Tag list : @allandnothing90, @sincerelysaraahh, @crazychick010, @spiderbarnes, @imaginingbucky, @youandbucky, @jarnesbrnes, @capsbuchanan, @pleasecallmecaptain, @writingruna, @bovaria


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The sea in the distance, that was the view from his room, he had forgotten it, after spending so long time at the hospital. He took a look at the left side of his body, instead of a flesh arm, there was a metal one, from his shoulder to his fingers, no flesh anymore, but a prosthetic metal arm. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. He sighed, what if he hadn’t be so stupid, what if he didn’t had drunk that much on that damn night, what if he didn’t let his best friend, Steve, who was also his cousin, drove his car that night when he was as drunk as he was. What if ? Stop thinking about it James, what’s done is done, the past is the past. But, how wasn’t he supposed to think about it when he, James Barnes, was the crown prince and only heir of the kingdom of Edensea. Sometimes, he regretted to still be alive, he would rather die than live as a cripple the rest of his life. Of course, he was still as handsome as he was before that unfortunate accident, with his perfect jawline, his dark chestnut hair and his steely blue-eyes, but when he woke up a few days after and saw that his left arm was missing, something had gone out from him. He was broken inside and outside. Why did he have to lose one of his arms, and have scars, when Steve was perfectly healthy ?

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I’ll Be With You (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky has a chance meeting with the granddaughter of the last dame he dated before going to war on the street, then again and again. How will she handle falling in love with James Buchanan Barnes?

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: The character of Bonnie (Nan) is completely based after my grandmother. She really does exist. I promise! The line “Are you for pretty?” is something my grandmother would say CONSTANTLY.

Word count: 1.8k

Songs: Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (WIth Anyone Else But Me) - The Andrews Sisters

(Part 1)

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

    Your eyes looked over your outfit for the tenth time. It was your favorite little black dress with the perfect cap sleeves. The skirt flared out from your waist while the hem reached the middle of your thigh. You paired it with beige heels, hoping you weren’t planning on walking very far. Your stomach continued to flip as you looked over your outfit.

“You look beautiful Miss.” Mindy called from the hallway, already knowing what you were thinking. You chuckled a little.

“Where’s my favorite granddaughter?” Nan called from the other room. You smiled, grabbing your clutch, and walking into the other room to show your outfit off. Your smile grew when your grandmother continued her praises. “My dear Y/N. Are you for pretty? You look beautiful but leave your hair down. You never show off your beautiful locks. You would know that if you went on more dates” She smiled as you rolled your eyes.

“I love you.” You walked over to kiss her cheek again.

“I know. I’m your favorite.” She cheekily remarked. Her eyes lit up as the doorbell rang. “You want me to open the door?” Her eyebrow cocked up as she smirked.

“Ha! Not a chance. This is already weird enough.” You turned to walked towards the door.

“Does it help that we never slept together?” She called after you.

“God! No, Nan! That doesn’t help at all.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you chuckled a little. There is absolutely no filter on that woman, you thought to yourself as you opened the door.

“Hi!” Your voice was a little higher than you wanted.

“Hey! Wow!” His eyes trailed up and down your figure. “You’re gorgeous!” But there he was, in all his glory. He was wearing a dark long sleeve button up that fell a little tight across his chest. There was not enough courage in the world for you to look down at his pants. Damn, did he look good. It was the big band swing music coming from upstairs that brought you out of your thoughts. You immediately recognized the song, groaning at the reference. You rolled your head back, letting out a heavy sigh as Bucky started laughing.

“Go get ‘em Sarge!” You heard your grandmother call out from upstairs.

“Jesus, Nan!” You yelled back as you pushed him out of the doorway and onto the stoop. “I am so sorry. I don’t normally date.” Your hands were still on his chest as he grabbed them to pull you towards the car.

“She sounds a little excited?” He joked as he opened the car door. You let out another groan.

“Unfortunately, but she does have great taste in music.” You chuckled, nervously straightening out your skirt. “You sure did have great music back in your day.” You winked at him. The flirting had began.

“Is that an old man joke again?” He smirked as he entered the car.

“You know it.” You crossed your legs, allowing your skirt to rise up your thigh. It was quick but you could have sworn he licked his lips. “So, Sergeant Barnes,” you emphasized his rank. “Where is this place you wouldn’t tell me about?” A smile grew over his face as he thought about telling you.

“Would it be cheesy to go to a pizza shop? A good, old fashion Brooklyn pizza shop?” He looked over at you.

“Well, as long as we don’t get cheese it won’t be too cheesy.” You tried to fake concern in your voice until you couldn’t handle it. He groaned as you started chuckling at your horrible joke. “If you can’t handle my jokes, we haven’t left yet?” You flashed him a smirk but he grabbed your hand.

“You’re not going anywhere, beautiful!” He was smirking now as he turned on the car to take you away.

The drive to the pizza shop was short but you continued with your terrible pizza jokes. He would groan but eventually chuckle, even flash a smirk that made your heart flutter. He was a gentleman in everything he did. When the car was parked, he ran over to your side of the car to open your door, offering his hand to help you out, then resting it on the small of your back. It had been so long since you had dated or even had a relationship. Your stomach continued to do flips as he opened the door. The shop was quaint and homely feeling as you sat in a booth towards the back. His back towards the corner, a habit you noticed, so he could see the entire shop. The waiter was quick to take your order of pepperoni pizza and two beers but his soon absence caused you to feel nervous. He looked perfect in the dim lighting. His cheek and jaw structure looked as sharp as a scalpel. You tried to look around the shop but he could already feel you staring. He was staring too.

“So, what’s the hardest thing about coming back to Brooklyn?” You questioned, deciding to start the ever awkward first date questions.

“Ugh!” He huffed. “Why did Coney Island have to change?” He exclaimed, trying to fake exasperation, causing you to laugh.

“Well, you’ll have to take me some day to show me what it was like for you.” You teased but his face brightened.

“I’d love to, doll!” He exclaimed, grabbing your hand. You could feel your heart stop. You awkwardly chuckled back at him. Your stomach flipped again as his smile reached his eyes, tiny lines crinkled his face. His touch was like fire on your skin as you could feel any twitch or movement had made. You tighten your grip as you laced your fingers around his, blushing at your boldness.

“This is nice.” Your eyes met his and he was smitten. He looked at you like you were the only one in the room. “But why does an Avenger want to date an ordinary girl like me?” You teased, winking at him as he stared at you in confusion. He laughed again, eyes crinkling, as you smirked.

“Well, ordinary isn’t the word I would use. I haven’t found anyone else other than Steve Rogers that gets up as early as you do to run.” He teased right back. “But to be honest, it’s nice to get away from the craziness of avenging.” His eyes looked back at you, making you smile again. You were getting giddy under his stare and touch. “But what’s your story, sweet cheeks?” He winked at his new pet name.

“Oh, ha! Not as crazy as avenging but it’s not easy. I’m an ER nurse.” His eyes went wide, not expecting this answer from you. “Yeah, so I’ve got some great stories and I could save your life too.” You smirked, trying to sound cocky again.

“Wow! Beautiful and smart, and you sure you’re single?” No matter how much you teased or faked confidence, there was no chance of controlling this date. You were falling, and fast.

“I normally don’t have time or like to leave Nan at home…” You trailed off.

“You two are close.” He smiled sweetly.

“Well, she raised me. I went into nursing because of her. Buuuuuut” you elongated the word and trying to change the subject as fast as you could when the pizza and beers arrived, “Didn’t have pizza this good back then, did they?” You tried to be as lighthearted as you could but you did make his chuckle again.

“Hilarious.” You opened your mouth to retort his sarcasm but you heard your name from behind you.

“Oh my god! Y/N? Is that you?” You mouthed the word ‘fuck’ as you looked up at Bucky.

“Hi, Lana. How are you?” You turned around to try and fake a smile. The inside of your mouth ran raw as you started to chew on the inside of your cheek. She was tall, short hem of her skirt barely covering her ass, as she walked towards your table.

“I’m great! Just getting Kyle’s favorite pizza! He treats me so well I just have to spoil him too!” She was waggling her hands as she spoke and it hit you, that giant goddamn rock. You faked an interested face as she continued. “Oh! I am so sorry, Y/N! Is this awkward? I mean, me being here, engaged and everything.” Boom, that didn’t take long.    

“No, it’s fine but I think your pizza is ready. Have a good night!” You waved her off as she waved back with her left hand. You turned around in a huff and shot Bucky a ‘I’m sorry’ look.

“She’s gone.” Bucky mumbled and you let your face fall.

“Wow! How awkward can I make this date?” As you reached for your beer. “I’m going to need another one.” Bucky chuckled, waving the waiter over for another.

“So, let me guess. Annoying bitch that stole one of your dumbass boyfriends?” You faked surprise at his answer.

“Right-o!” You said as the waiter handed you another bottle. “Thank you.”

“He must have been blind and stupid.” You probably laughed a little hard then you should have but he was trying to make you feel better.

“That’s cute, Sarge, but how could you come to that conclusion? We’ve only known each other for a day?” You questioned teasingly.

“Let’s just say I have a feeling.”

The rest of the evening was still awkward but Bucky was sweet. He was a gentleman as you left the restaurant. His eyes never left you, as you walked to the car in front of him. You stumbled a little on the concrete but his arm quickly snaked around your waist. A small gasp escaped when he caught you.  

“Do you always sweep women off their feet like this?” Your eyes connected to his and your hands laid across his chest. He gave you another eye-crinkling smile as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes. God, he was breath-taking, making the nagging voice in your mind continue as it did all evening. Why was he interested in you?

“Only you, doll.” Your lips were pressed tight, trying not to giggle or smile too brightly. “Now, let’s get you home.” The two of you continued to walk towards the car but his arm never left your waist.  

When you reached your apartment, he parked to walk you up to the door, offering his hand again as you got out of the car.

“Well, Sarge, I had a wonderful night.” You were blushing, contemplating whether to kiss him or not.

“Y/N, I’d like to take you out again.” You flashed a big smile.

“I would love that.”


“Good.” You bit your bottom lip as he looked down at your hands, still connected. You mustered all your courage to kiss his cheek, causing him to look at you in shock. “Call me.” Then you turned and entered the apartment before you could have a chance to continue.

Part 3

A/N: Please let me know if you have any comments or suggestions.

Novaturient: Part Two (Bucky Barnes)

Authors Note: Alright, here it is. Sorry it’s a bit late but I had shit to do. Tell me what you think? What do you think should happen next? Also, next part is gonna be a little…well, steamy? They start training and that means all kinds of touching…

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, jealously, shorter than before

Word Count: 1961

Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

“You can’t be seriously be avoiding this, (Y/N).” Steve sighed,“This is a big deal. You don’t understand. Buck thought he didn’t have a soulmate, that he didn’t have the perfect match…”

(Y/N) shook her head,“Steve, he hates me. There is no way I’m gonna just come out and say I’m his soulmate.” She insisted,“That’s just ridiculous, he would never be on board with it.”

Steve let out another deep sigh, giving her his signature ‘I’m disappointed in you’ look.“You aren’t changing my mind, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) let out an over-dramatic groan before getting up to mope in her room instead of listening to Steve act like a father putting his foot down.

There was no way that Steve’s little plan would work. It didn’t matter if Bucky was her partner for missions now, it wasn’t gonna make him like her.

Steve acted like she was the bad guy in this, like she wasn’t torn apart about it all. She had been waiting for this day, dreaming about a guy who was on her side. She was finally going to have someone who cared.

Of course fate had screw with her, it always did. She didn’t know why she thought this would be any different from every other important person in her life.

(Y/N) walked down the hallway to her bedroom, passing by Bucky who was radiating with aggravation. It peaked her interest, and before she even knew it, she had zoned in on him.

Bucky shut the door to the meeting room where Steve was, the slam echoing through the Headquarters. Or at least she thinks it did, her hearing was slightly inferior to everyone else’s.

“How dare you partner me up with her? She’s insufferable.” Bucky stated, making (Y/N) heart ache at her soulmate’s words.

“She isn’t insufferable, Buck. C'mon, you need to ease up on her. I like you might ever like her.” Steve said with a knowing tone.

Bucky laughed dryly,“No way. She’s walks around like she is better than everyone, and she has no regard for anyone else. I can’t work with her, Steve.”

“Well, you don’t have a choice, Bucky. This is how things work. You work with her, it doesn’t matter if you like her or not.” He told him,“You’re partners now. You work together and you protect each other. Just…try it out, okay? Give it a month or at least four missions to see how you fight together.”

(Y/N) zoned out after that, taking a turn into the training room instead of going to her room. Maybe she just needed to work out these emotions on a punching bag.

It was two hours of punching and kicking, practicing moves and letting her senses take over before Natasha came in with a mischievous grin.

“Let’s get you all dolled up.” She said with a teasing tone. (Y/N) just raised her eyebrows as she drank from her water bottle.

Once she swallowed, she replied,“For what exactly?”

“We’re all going out to a club. A private one, of course. We would track too much attention if we went to a bar. Now, come on. Wanda, You, and I are all getting dressed up, and having fun. Cause honey, you need it.”

(Y/N) laughed at that, nodding slightly before following Natasha back to her room. After a quick shower, and a thin layer of makeup, (Y/N) was slipping on the little black dress with a sparkling bottom/skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. Her cleavage popped out teasingly and her smooth legs were covered with black stockings.

Wanda and Natasha both whistled,“Wow, you might have Barnes on his knees!” Natasha teased and (Y/N) rollled her eyes.

“Whatever, he wants to kill me, not fuck me.” She commented as she grabbed her purse so she could join everyone to head out to the club.

That began the night of the unexpected. The private club was crowded with mingling adults and flashing neon lights. The music vibrated the floor and through her veins. The atmosphere was a mix of hormonal, foggy, and giddy. And (Y/N) honestly couldn’t wait to join them.

Natasha ordered everyone shots as soon as they got in the door, making a toast to the Avengers before everyone threw their heads back for the shot.

It wasn’t long until everyone spread out. (Y/N) stayed at the bar, eyes roaming over the mass of people before her eyes landed on Bucky.

He was across the room, talking to a girl in a tight pink dress who was giggling way too much and touching on his arm. It made (Y/N) sick to watch, shaking her head. Wow, she couldn’t believe this. She barely knew the guy but she wanted so bad to beat this girl because Bucky Barnes was her soulmate.

But he didn’t know that. He’d never accept it if he did.

(Y/N) cleared her throat,“I need the strong alcohol you have, sir.” She said to the bartender who nodded quickly before starting to mix some weird drink that she couldn’t hear over the music.

One drink, then two, turned to six and then she was on the dance floor. She was surrounded by singles, grinding against any guy who pressed up against her. Everything was foggy, which was unusual for her cause her sense are usually the clearest thing to her.

She didn’t know when, or why, but Natasha pulled her out of the sea of boys and back into the crowd of friends.“Hey, (Y/N),” Nat said, snapping her fingers to get her attention.“I think you need to go home. Bucky’s heading home and you’re going with him before you do something stupid.”

“But he haaaates meeee.” (Y/N) whined, pouting at her best friend.

“He will get you home safe. Now, go, you’re too drunk to be left alone.” Natasha insisted as Bucky helped (Y/N) stumble to a cab.

Bucky told the cab driver the address as (Y/N) swayed in her seat a little.“Bucky…why are you so quiet? Did you not have fun?” She asked.

Bucky cleared his throat a little,“Um..well, it’s hard to have fun when you can’t get drunk. Steve’s friendly with everyone already, so he doesn’t need the alcohol. But I’m not as lose, I guess.” He shrugged,“Can’t get drunk and being the only sober one isn’t very fun.”

(Y/N) started to giggle to herself,“What if I told you I could help you?” She said mischievously.

Bucky raised his brows,“And how would you do that?”

“Oh, my good friend, Thor, God of Thunder and sunshine hair, gifted us with some Asgardian liquor…and man, it’s made for Gods, and I’ve seen Steve get drunk off of it.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said hesitantly.

“Oh c'mon, don’t be such a buzz kill…” (Y/N) whispered,“It could be fun. It’s just one nights. You can hate me tomorrow, okay?”

Bucky glanced over at her, watching her carefully before letting out a sigh.“I mean, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad…but let’s keep this between us, yeah?”

(Y/N) grinned in victory,“Yeah!” She giggled as the cab stopped in from of their building. Bucky helped her out, a hand on her lower back so she didn’t trip or anything as they walked into the building.

“I need to get out of this thing…” She whispered, not noticing the smirk on Bucky’s face.

“Why? You look good. It’s…” He scratched the back of his neck,“It’s a nice dress, fits well.”

(Y/N) barely heard his comment as she was already unzipping the back of the dress, and Bucky couldn’t help but stare in awe of her tan and fit body. He eventually had to turn away as she was stripping down as she walked to her bed room.

When she came back, she was in a pair of short shorts and a flannel, carrying an unlabeled bottle of liquor.

“This is for you, Mr. Barnes.” She said, handing him the bottle. He looked at her like she was absolutely ridiculous.

“Why do you keep a bottle of Asgardian liquor in your room?”

“Stark banned it from the tower after Thor dared some guy to a drinking contest…” She giggled,“Thor won.”

Bucky nodded slowly, going to find a glass and pouring himself half a glass.

“It works fast from what I’ve seen.“She commented, and really he should have believed her but she was drunk so she couldn’t possibly know what she was talking about, right?

Wrong. It was literally half an hour later and he was just about as drunk as she was.

"You’re so drunk, I can tell by the way you’re looking at me.” (Y/N) insisted, giggling at Bucky’s reaction.

“I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry. You wouldn’t understand since you’re like an animal of some kind…with the sense shit. You know what? You makes no sense.” He rambled, leaning back on the couch and grinning.“I’m not drunk.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re too nice to be sober.

"What?! I’m nice, you’re the one who put a knife to my throat the minute you met me.” Bucky retorted.

“You can’t hold that against me forever.” She said in a sing-song voice.“You have been friendly or nice to me at all since you got her. So, yes, you’re drunk cause you’re being kind.”

“Whatever, I’m nice. No, I’m charming. You should have met me back before all this. I was definitely charming.”

“You’ve got as much charm as a dead slug.” She murmured, shooting him a little smile.

Bucky leaned up to look her in the eyes,“You’re lucky your pretty, because that mouth of yours would get you in so much trouble one day.”

(Y/N) blushed,“Maybe I like trouble, Barnes.” She whispered back to him, biting down on her bottom lip and she made eye contact with him.

“I bet you do, doll.” He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at (Y/N).“You..have really beautiful eyes..they sparkle, you know? And shine…they’re just so damn beautiful.”

(Y/N) entire face with red with embarrassment and she was beyond flattered,“Oh- wow, t-thank you.”

“You’re also cute when you blush. And when you don’t talk…” He whispered,“But never seem to shut up.”

“Oh yeah?” She asked,“This your way of telling me I need to talk less? Cause that’s not very charming..”

Bucky smirked,“It might be.” He leaned in a little closer, their face just centimeters apart.“I bet I can think of a few way to get you to shut up…”

(Y/N) just smiled as they inched closer to destroy the space between them…lips just moments away when the door swung open and in came Sam and Natasha.

The soulmates quickly put a good distance between them, (Y/N) getting up and stumbling over the couch a little.

“So, yeah, um, I’m gonna go to bed…I’m really dizzy. I’ll see you in the training room tomorrow… partner.” She said as she backed away and only ran into one of the walls.

“Yeah..” Bucky murmured,“Goodnight, doll- um partner..”

As (Y/N) made her way to bed, she couldn’t get that moment out of her head and was his breath felt like against her lips. She wanted to feel his lips, were they as soft as they looked?

Did he want it as bad as she did? Or was it just drunken actions? Probably. All she could think was what the fuck was she gonna do tomorrow during training….


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Beach Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: you’re really self conscious about your body at the beach, but natasha is there for you and so is bucky. little did you know bucky has a little crush on you

warnings: self doubt

The intensity of the summer sun and the gentle sway of the waves instantly set your mind at ease, so it was needless to say the beach was your favorite place to be. As a child, your memories of going to the beach with your family felt like the greatest time in your life. The only thing preventing you from going every weekend was that you didn’t particularly like showing yourself off in a bathing suit. Especially when you were with the earth’s mightiest and most beautiful heroes. You were completely self conscious about whether the people around you were silently judging your body, or even being compared to the beautiful people you were surrounded with. It didn’t matter how many times you told yourself, or how many times your best friend Natasha told you that you looked amazing. Nothing stopped the constant stream of horrid thoughts about yourself as you had a bathing suit on.

So when your “housemates”, also known as the Avengers, announced that they were all spending the day at the beach and insisted you come along, you panicked. There was a full blown anxiety attack was on the horizon, but you managed to calm down a little bit by the time you walked to your room. Hoping the weather would turn sour did not do anything, since it was beautiful outside a not a cloud could be seen in the sky for miles. Maybe some outrageous villain from the depths of nowhere would magically start terrorizing the city immediately and the Avengers would need to assemble. You kept hoping and hoping for a way out of this, but within the hour your phone was buzzing with messages from Nat saying she was headed toward your room.

“Nat, I’m not sure I can do this,” an almost whine came out of your mouth as she entered your room. She seemed to understand your worries, since Nat had scars of her own that she didn’t like to have on display for any and everyone to see. But she found her own ways to cope, you just wished they worked for you.

“Relax, Y/n.” Nat put her hand on your shoulder, “I’ll let you borrow one of my suits, and I’ll make sure you look more than just hot.” She attempted to reassure you once more, “C’mon, I promise it’ll be fun.” You followed her to her room and sat on her bed while she pulled out a pile of mismatched bikini tops, bottoms, and swim shorts from the bottom drawer of her dresser.

Natasha started separating the bottoms from the tops and laying them out, “Any of these cute to you?” The pile was daunting, considering most of the stuff looked like it would only fit Natasha, and maybe a barbie doll. However, there was a turquoise top with gold beads at the ends of the string straps that caught your eye, and without saying a word you grabbed it and picked out the matching bottoms.

With a heavy sigh, you shuffled into the bathroom and prayed that the bathing suit would bring some sort of magical solution to help put your mind to ease.


Natasha parked as close as possible to the wooden boards that made up the path to the beach, and the two of you waited in the air conditioning for everyone else to arrive as well. Slowly, but surely, the Avengers showed up in their various cars. The sun beat down on you as you got out, and you pulled your black shades over your eyes. The cover-up you chose came down to your ankles, and you were happy since your stomach and legs weren’t your favorite body parts to just be showing off. You pouted at the thought of taking off the cover up.

“Lady Y/n!” Thor bellowed as he marched up to you, he then proceeded to throw you over his shoulder. “You needn’t be sad! We shall build sand castles and swim in the waves!” He must’ve seen the look on your face, and you laughed loudly as he stomped his whole way to the sand. The team simply laughed and let Thor continue on with his loud self. It turned out that the sand was hot as hell, so you were glad to be over Thor’s shoulder and not getting blisters all over the bottom of your feet. You lifted your head up and squinted to see who had come along, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Bucky in a loose white t shirt, and swim trunks with a red and black pattern.

Natasha’s voice caught your attention, “Did anyone grab umbrellas and chairs?” A smile tugged at your cheeks from her motherly tone while talking to the group.

“Got em’!” Steve exclaimed, he was super excited because it was the first time he had been to the beach since he was a kid. Bucky was right with him in that department, since it was rare he ever did anything outside the forced missions from Hydra. An overwhelming feeling of gratefulness for this bunch of idiots came over you. But still you couldn’t get over the nagging feeling in your gut that you were the odd one out in the bunch of super soldiers, a god, and some amazing assassins.

Natasha and Clint set their stuff down so fast, and practically sprinted down to the water. Their feet had been burning so bad, it pushed them to run it out. Soon enough they were splashing each other in the clear blue water and Thor was getting ready to join them. You found yourself wandering around the team’s little area, but then you saw a certain someone sitting under a very rainbow umbrella.

You didn’t even feel that you were staring at him, but Bucky’s voice cut through your trance, “You don’t like the sun either, Y/n?” He pointed to your ankle-length cover up.

With a shrug and a short walk, you joined him in the shade, “Just don’t like what’s under the cover up.” Bucky looked genuinely surprised and looked you over. You figured it was best to stop him before he even tried, “I don’t know, I just-”

“Y/n.” Bucky looked at you and flashed a million dollar smile, then shifted his eyes back to the waves. “You’re actually stunning, you know that right?”

No matter how sweaty and hot you already were, your cheeks still flared up at his comment. “That’s nice of you, just something to get rid of the complaining girl?“ You let out a breathy laugh. It wasn’t usual for you to receive compliments from such a handsome man, so you were dying inside from your awkward response. No one had said anything that nice to you since the last time you went on a date before you joined the Avengers.

Bucky’s eyes returned to your face, "No, I genuinely think that you are amazing.” The signature playboy smile lit up his face once more, “I don’t know why you’re hiding your body when it’s perfect to me, and everyone else here.”

After scooting a little closer to him in the sand, your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips, and luckily he made the first move. Bucky’s lips met with yours for a brief but passionate kiss that lasted shorter than you would have liked. He gave you a smirk that set your face on fire even more than it already was. You wiped it off with another kiss, slowly climbing on top of him and pressing his head into the sand. Bucky slowly reached his hand up and cupped your cheek, softly stroking it while he deepened the kiss. When you were finally out of breath, you pulled away from him and instantly hid your blushing face behind your hands. Though it didn’t really matter because you had just made out with him on the sand, so he knew how you really feel about him.

"Did that prove my point that you’re amazing?” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled and pulled your hands away from your cheeks and laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.” The rest of the day consisted of sitting on Bucky’s lap, kissing him, and listening to him telling you that you were beautiful every five minutes. Not to mention the fact that he started telling you stories from when he was a kid. But of course all good things couldn’t last without shenanigans, considering the group you were with.

Natasha had finally noticed the two of you being together, and shouted from the water, “If you guys are gonna bang can you at least do it out of sight?” You and Buck couldn’t help but laugh. You kissed one more time before heading down to the water to swim with the team, cover up free.  


So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr. Don’t know how this will go. I guess if people seem to respond, I’ll write another part?

Let me know what you think!

Bucky x Female Reader

Description: Reader has terrakinesis and going through a lot of emotional personal issues when Steve brings back Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader (enhanced) 

Word Count: 6,768

Set after Captain America: Civil War. Contains Civil War spoilers!!!

Tensions remained tight within the Avengers. Tony still hated Bucky. In fact, he wouldn’t even acknowledge Bucky when they were in the same room. Thankfully that was rare, seeing as Steve and his team were hidden from the public. They were still considered wanted vigilantes.

Steve, with the help of Tony, found an abandoned subway station in New York to make somewhat of a base for the exiled crew. Tony fixed it up so it was almost as nice as the Avengers compound. Almost. But more importantly, it was untraceable to the government. They were hidden and they were safe.

Tony and Steve still had their disagreements, but Tony knew they didn’t deserve to be behind bars. There were still moments when he wanted to end Bucky, however. Steve just hoped that would close with time. On the bad days, many of them refused to admit that they thought maybe Bucky should’ve stayed frozen in Wakanada just a little bit longer.

Living as vigilantes forced Steve to experience his daily life in a different way. That’s how he met Y/N. Roaming the streets of New York City in the shadows allowed him to observe others more than before. He had become a celebrity after the battle in the city. But now he had no choice but to slip through the streets unnoticed. He managed to fall upon other enhanced people. Some he would sidestep. They weren’t lost; they just wanted to be left alone. Others, like Y/N, needed some guidance. But they were also meant for something more.

“So you’re sure you’re up for this?” Steve asked sincerely. “This place is huge. You don’t have to meet anyone until you’re ready. Everyone’s pretty good at keeping to themselves.”

Bucky sighed. “Steve, I’ve got it under control.”

Bucky had been frozen for months. T’Challa furthered his kindness to the brainwashed soldier, finding experts to help him break the mind control Hydra had imposed on him for so long. Bucky refused to leave the sanctuary of Wakanda until he, and everyone who helped him, were absolutely sure he wouldn’t be a danger to those around him.

Steve looked at Bucky, trying to read everything his best friend wasn’t saying. After a moment, he nodded and gripped Bucky’s shoulder in encouragement.

“Well… you already know a lot of them. Sam,” Steve pointed to the veteran who was leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee. Sam had been watching Bucky with narrowed eyes the moment Bucky arrived. He gave a half nod to Bucky…but it came off as more of a glare.

Most of the compound was open concept. Bucky could pretty much see everyone spread out. Scott was sitting at a desk, tinkering with his suit and gadgets. Steve called out his name. Instantly, Scott recognized Bucky and gave an enthusiastic wave from behind a bright lamp. Bucky managed to give somewhat of a shy smile.

They kept walking through the compound. Steve didn’t want to make a big deal about Bucky’s arrival, especially because Bucky didn’t seem to want the attention. There was an opening with higher ceilings further into the compound. It was almost a sync hole that was a pit from the rest of the complex.

Steve led him toward the brighter lights. It was set up like a gym and training room. Safely away from everything else and protected with some high tech glass that was pretty much indestructible. At least Tony went on to explain for at least an hour, but Steve stopped listening. They paused at the glass, looking down at the pit below. Red flares were flying around everywhere.

Clint was training Wanda on hand-to-hand combat. He moved in a way that required her to use physical force combined with her abilities. Steve watched intently, forgetting Bucky’s tour for a moment.

“Come on.” Steve nodded his head to an elevator that led down.

“Looking good, Wanda.” Steve complimented as he walked into the pit.

“I still need some improvements.” She replied with a thick accent.

“Her toughest critic…” Clint muttered with a laugh. He nodded towards Bucky. “Good to see you again, man.” Bucky nodded back. Wanda gave a friendly smile.

Suddenly the ground started to shake. Bucky looked around with concern…but easily steadied his feet. However, the other three seemed utterly unfazed.

“She’s still at it? She was training hours ago.” Steve said with concern and disappointment. He glanced down a weird hallway that Bucky hadn’t noticed before. It seemed haphazardly made. No support or flooring. It was a rock tunnel that looked like it belonged in a coalmine.

Clint shrugged. Wanda’s expression was sad. “Maybe you should talk to her.” She suggested.

“She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Steve immediately answered. Before Bucky could ask what they were talking about, Sam’s voice was heard on some kind of intercom.

“Hey, Cap, Tony’s on the line. Can you come up here for a second? You too, Wanda and Clint.”

Steve looked at Bucky awkwardly.

“I don’t need a babysitter, punk.” Bucky said with a forced smirk.

The three of them quickly walked to the elevator to go back to the main floor. The moment he was alone, the floor shook again. It was harsher this time… Bucky almost lost his balance. With intrigue, he started slowly walking toward the rock tunnel Steve had been looking at.

Dust sprinkled down from the rocky ceiling as he slowly inched forward. He senses didn’t tell him there was any threat, especially after listening to the other’s conversation about who was waiting on the other end.

When he finally got to an opening. The walls seemed to be shaking too. He saw a young, beautiful woman in the middle of a huge cave. Boulders were flying around. He glanced at her hands and it appeared as if she was controlling them. Then the ground started shaking again and the land beneath her feet rose up like a platform. She started jumping from rock platform to platform, like a staircase that shot from the earth on her command.

Bucky didn’t know how long he had stood there watching her. But he jumped when Steve was at his side. He cursed himself. No one should be able to sneak up on him life that. Apparently the girl had his full attention.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Steve commented as he leaned against the rock wall, crossing his arms. Bucky just nodded. “It’s terrakinesis. That’s just Tony’s fancy word for earth manipulation.”

The girl finally did a backflip off one of her rock podiums. Landing perfectly into a knee lunge. There was a pause of silent, as if the earth was thankful for her finally giving it some kind of rest. She slowly stood up, her back to them. Bucky could see her chest rising and falling with exhaustion even from their distance.

She was wearing high-waisted black leggings and just a black sports bra.

“Why don’t you take a break Y/N?” Steve finally called out. Bucky expected her to jump in surprise from the interruption. But she barely acknowledged Steve. Slowly she walked in their direction to a bottle of water that was just a few feet away from them. If she noticed Bucky’s presence, she didn’t show it. Now that she was closer, he could see how toned she was. Her muscles even more obvious from her glistening sweat.  He didn’t doubt that she could hold her own in a fight, even without the earth manipulation.

“Y/N, this is Bucky. He’s going to be staying with us.” Steve said cheerfully.

Y/N took a swig of water and tossed the bottle roughly to the ground. She eyed Bucky without a care. “Nice to meet you.” She said unexpectedly nice. For some reason, Bucky’s 1940s gentleman instincts suddenly wanted him to offer her his hand. Something that hadn’t happened meeting any of the others. He managed to ignore the urge.

She missed the inner turmoil and was already turning back around to go to the middle of the cave again.

“Y/N, that’s enough. You’ve been at it for hours.” Steve voice was stern now.

“I’m fine.” She snapped.

“You look like you’re going to collapse any second. Plus, Clint is only in town until tomorrow evening. You promised you’d work on hand-to-hand combat with him before he left.”

“I’ll be fine.” She said again, raising herself on a rock again. This time, it was completely detached from the ground. She floated around the cave.

Bucky expected Steve to get in Captain mode and yell, ordering her to stop. To his surprise, Steve’s face softened. “Y/N, please… for me.”

The rock stopped mid-air and slowly shook to the ground. She didn’t look mad. In fact, it almost looked like she was thankful someone finally got her to rest.

Now Bucky could see the fatigue and…was it sadness?… in her eyes. Without another word or glance, she quickly walked past them and back through the tunnel.

Steve sighed. “She’s not really like that.” Bucky looked at him, expecting more information. “Y/N’s been having a rough time.” That was all he alluded to before he guided them back to the compound.

“Sometimes the other’s stop by if they can manage to come unnoticed.” Steve chatted, as if to change the subject. “Peter the most, since he lives the closest.”


Steve smirked. “The kid with the webs…”

Bucky grimaced, remembering the confrontation him and Sam had with the spider freak.

“Come on…I’ll show you to your room.”

Bucky awoke in a cold sweat. He might have been able to get rid of the brainwashing and manipulation triggers… but he couldn’t stop the memories of what he’d done because of them. The doctor’s in Wakanda said the PTSD would always be something he’d have to deal with. But it still made him feel like a failure every time he shot up from another nightmare.

He knew there was no going back to sleep. So he’d wander. Eventually he fell upon a hatch that had an arrow pointing up. During the tour, Steven mentioned that they had access to some sort of balcony/rooftop when they all felt like they were in a dungeon. After all, the whole place was underground.

Bucky opened the hatch as quietly as possible and a metal spiral staircase was on the other side, already being lit by either the moon or the city lights above. There was a slight breeze moving his long hair. He paused when he got to the top.

Y/N was sitting in one of the few chairs on the balcony.

Bucky hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. And she didn’t seem like she wanted to be bothered after their first meeting. But he understood.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the skyline.

Bucky was impressed with her acuteness. Now he couldn’t leave without seeming impolite. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about the woman. As he made his way to the chair next to hers, he realized he had completely underestimated her beauty. He had noticed it watching her training… but it was a different beauty: fierce, independent, and almost dangerous. Now, with her hair washed and skin without sweat, she looked sweet and beautiful. But there was that sadness again.

He silently sat down, matching her gaze toward the twinkling skyline.

She studied him when he wasn’t looking. He was too focused on not intruding. She hid a little smirk at his quietness.

“I think I came off a little rude earlier today.” She finally broke the silence. “I’m Y/N.” She reached her right hand to him confidently.

He shook it gently. “Bucky.”

“Steve’s been so excited, waiting for your arrival.” She said. “I’m glad you’re here. He already seems happier.”

She was so mysterious to him, sounding so sweet now when she had been so cold and almost reckless earlier. Maybe that’s just how she got when she was training, he considered.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” He surprised himself by asking. Since he escaped Hydra, he still wasn’t very talkative. It was hard to know if it was due to his lack of trust in himself around others or if he still didn’t see the point in connecting with others.

“Nope.” Y/N muttered. She took a drink from a bottle. Bucky realized it was whiskey. She watched him eyeing it. “Shh.” She giggled, but not in a drunken way. “Don’t tell Steve I have this. It will just give him something else to worry about.” But her smirk proved that she didn’t really care if he found out.

“Do you get nightmares?” She asked genuinely. Her voice had gone even gentler.

Bucky gaze quickly snapped to hers.

“Steve mentioned to me about what you’ve gone through.” Y/N explained.

It made Bucky realize maybe Steve and her were closer than he thought. Steve was overly protective of him. He wouldn’t just tell anyone his story.

“Something like that…” He finally muttered an answer.

Y/N just nodded slowly.

Bucky was surprised she didn’t push any further. Usually people would ask more. Or, in a forced tone of authenticity, tell him they could always talk to him if he needed to. The doctors in Wakanda always pulled that crap with him.

But the two of them just sat there in silence, both staring out at the city.

Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep. But a wave of relaxation draped over him the longer he sat there. Sitting in silence with someone else comfortably was underrated. The air was getting cold. He was about to suggest she head back in. His super soldier serum practically made him immune to the cold and the sicknesses that came with overexposure to it. However he doubted she had the same resistance.

But when he looked back over at her. She was sound asleep. The bottle of whiskey was hanging from her hand, completely empty. He guessed that was the only way she could beat her insomnia.

Once again, his old school gentleman response was to carry back inside. He would do it happily, especially since no one would be awake to question it. But he realized he had no idea where her room was located. As if some higher being could sense his unrest, Steve came onto the balcony. He stopped in his tracks when he made eye contact with Bucky.

Bucky, refusing to look like he’d been caught doing something bad, put a finger to his lips. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry. She won’t wake up.” Steve explained, still in a quiet tone. Bucky realized he had a thick blanket in his grasp. Steve started unfolding it.

Bucky stood up. “It’s too cold. I’ll carry her inside.”

Steve, as if he were waiting for his best friend’s chivalry to activate, instantly shook his head. “No…it’ll infuriate her.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest.

“Trust me, Buck. She’ll be fine.” Steve draped the thick blanket over Y/N’s sleeping form. Then he saw the empty bottle of whiskey. Picking it up, he shook his head almost in disappointment.

“Come on.” He muttered to Bucky.

They walked silently back inside and closed the hatch behind them.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky had the courage to ask Steve.

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Nothing’s wrong with her, Buck.”

Bucky scoffed. It was strange to see his friend so protective over someone. Usually the energy was in his direction. It sparked a little emotion he didn’t recognize. Was it jealousy? He suspected Steve saw Y/N as more than just a comrade.

Steve started walking back toward both of their rooms. “You know what I mean. You said she was having a rough time…?” Bucky pushed. A part of him would have been selfishly relieved if there were someone else here who was fighting through something like him.

Steve didn’t speak until they were at their bedroom doors. He slowly faced Bucky and addressed the question finally. “She got her heart broken, Buck.” He sounded exhausted and empathetic when he conclusively said it. “She’s not handling it too well. She’s usually good at hiding it. In fact, none of us even knew it happened for almost a month. Then she…she just stopped acting like herself.”

Bucky barely nodded. Somehow he was surprised. It explained the sadness and the air of heedlessness that surrounded her. It was a very human thing that she was going through… and surprisingly normal. In fact, it was the most human thing he witnessed since he escaped Hydra.

Steve seemed to be trying to read Bucky’s mind. “Don’t even think about it.”

Bucky blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“Just because you’ve been in and out of cryo… and brainwashed doesn’t mean you’re still not a lady-killer. I saw the way you watched her yesterday.”

Bucky smirked. That was definitely not the person he was anymore. “Somebody’s touchy.” He teased. Though a part of him was laying bait to see if Steve had feelings for Y/N.

“It’s not like that.” Steve said seriously, ruining Bucky’s attempt at being playful. “She’s a good friend. Like the little sister I never had.”

“Steve…I’m still dangerous. I’m the remains of the Winter Solider. I think I’ve got it under control. But I’m always going to have to work on it. I’m never going to be able to completely rid myself of my demons.”

Steve gave him a sad look. “You don’t know that.”

But he immediately shook his head. “Yes, I do.” Bucky sighed. “I’m not looking for pity. I’m telling you because the last thing I need to be doing is courting women. That’s never going to be a part of me again.”

Steve didn’t disagree, because his friend was right. Not only would Bucky be a danger to anyone who got close to him. But he couldn’t imagine the emotional damage Bucky could go through if he fell in love and that hypothetical woman couldn’t love him back the way he needed.

Steve gripped his shoulder before saying, “Night, Buck.”

But Bucky couldn’t go back to sleep. He changed into a black tank top and sweatpants. No one would be in the gym now. He needed to train. The doctors in Wakanda monitored his fitness far too much. At the beginning, they worried that too much physical activity and adrenaline would ignite the winter soldier once again. The whole thing left Bucky constantly feeling restless.

He walked into the pit and the lights slowly brightened. A robotic voice suddenly spoke, “Would you like me to play music, James?” He smirked at it calling him by his first name. Steve must have put him in the system before he arrived.

He shrugged. ”Sure.”

“What would you like to hear?”

Suddenly Bucky realized that he had no idea. Sure he’d heard the music of today. But he had no idea what any of the genres were called. He couldn’t think of a single song or artist that wasn’t from the 1940s and before.

As if the robotic voice could understand his silence, she spoke again, “Would you like to listen to someone else’s playlist, James?”

“That’s fine.” He muttered as he stretched his non-biotic arm. Suddenly 1970s rock started playing. But he couldn’t tell the difference, let alone what decade it was from.

Y/N heard her music playing as she had gone to the kitchen to get coffee. She went over to the glass walls that looked down into the pit. Bucky was drenched in sweat, his longer hair pulled into a low and short bun. She wondered what he thought of her music choices, especially Led Zeppelin. After all, he probably had zero exposure to the past 80 years of music.

She moved away from the glass as soon as Bucky decided his tank top was pointless, since it was now soaked in sweat.

Y/N sat in the kitchen, trying to get over her slight hangover.

Clint came bounding into the room. “Bad news: The wife needs me. I won’t be able to stay and train you today.”

Y/N shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clint shrugged back. “Well, I’m not. Steve said he would instead. I think he wants Bucky to help out too.”

Y/N blinked at him. “That doesn’t sound like the best idea.”

Clint laughed as he poured himself coffee into a to-go cup. “Sounds like someone’s a little scared…” He teased.

Y/N threw a balled up napkin at him. “I could knock him out in minutes and you know it, Barton.”

Clint easily dodged the napkin and chuckled as he grabbed his duffle bag. “Prove it. And make sure you get Steve to videotape it as evidence.” With that, he rushed out the door.

“As if Rogers knows how to work a god damn smartphone!” Y/N shouted right before the door closed behind him.

“Y/N, Captain Rogers would like you to join him and James in the pit.” F.R.I.D.A.y. announced to her. Y/N smirked at it using James instead of a Bucky. She sighed and rushed up into her room to change into her workout clothes.

Y/N makes her way to the pit and finds Steve and Bucky going at it. Bucky’s shirt was off and his muscular chest was glistening with sweat. But Steve was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

It’s Bucky who noticed her standing with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed at being called. He had Steve pinned and slowly got up without glancing away from Y/N. Steve followed his friend’s gaze and jumped up.

“Y/N,” He greeted in between heavy breaths. “Since Clint had to head home, I think Bucky should help you improve your hand-to-hand combat.”

Bucky’s eyes darted to Steve quickly, verifying that he hadn’t been informed about this until now. “You sure that’s a good idea, Steve?” He asked as if Y/N wasn’t in the room.

“Don’t worry, Winter Solider.” Y/N cooed as she took off her heavy sweatshirt, leaving her in just tight leggings and a sports bra. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Bucky glared at her with the name ‘Winter Soldier”. But he was still worried about the safety of those around him. He was comfortable with sparring Steve. They had gone hand to hand when he wasn’t himself and Steve held his own. Though Y/N wasn’t petite or helpless looking in the slightest, he was sure she wasn’t aware of what he was capable of doing to another person.

“Steve…” Bucky tried again.

But Steve ignored his second plea and patted him on the shoulder. “You gotta start feeling in control, Buck.” Then he turned his attention to Y/N. “No powers, got it?”

Y/N walked into the center of the ring, smirking at Bucky, who still looked apprehensive. “Aye Aye, Captain.” She got into a fighting stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

Bucky glanced at Steve, a last chance effort of making this stop. But Steve just shrugged and gestured toward the mats, as if he was giving them the go ahead.

Bucky was still looking at his friend when Y/N came after him. She’d done an aerial flip to catch him off guard. To his surprise, he took a step back, forced by his uneasiness. With that she threw a kick, which he deflected with ease. Next thing he knew, she was throwing punch after punch.

Anyone could tell that Bucky was stronger than Y/N. What she counted on was being faster than the opponents she couldn’t match in muscle.

Bucky finally had the courage to throw a hit. Y/N leaned back to dodge it. An incorrect move, for she ruined her balance and fell back, hitting the ground hard. But without even blinking, she did a kick-up off the ground and was back on her feet. She glared at Bucky for exposing a mistake on her end. Now she came at him even faster, throwing a punch that managed to land on the right side of his face, he faltered a few steps. Y/N immediately followed with a roundhouse kick to his abdominal. Bucky fell forward from the hit and now rest on his knees and hands. He looked up to see Y/N surprisingly glaring at him as she moved back a few steps to give him some space to get back up.

“You taking it easy on me, James?” She used his real name to taunt him.

Bucky got up reluctantly. How many times had he hurt people? Men, women, even children were dead because of the Winter Solider. Now Bucky struggled with even sparring, fearing he still had that inside him, ready to damage anyone. Hydra. Those monsters wouldn’t stop until everyone was as evil as them.

Suddenly a fire awoke in Bucky at the thought of all the people responsible for what he’d become. He lunged at Y/N, not holding back this time. Y/N struggled to keep up. She wasn’t expecting him to actually comply with her and Steve’s demands. With his newfound speed, her deflections and defenses were getting sloppier and weaker. He suddenly threw a punch with his metal arm, which Y/N had noticed were always weaker. He was pulling those punches. She dodged it easily but wasn’t ready for him to throw an upper cut immediately after with his other arm.

Y/N felt it happen in slow motion as she tried, but failed, to completely escape the second blow. It clipped her nose, sending a wave of pain. The impact threw her back and she landed on her side, barely catching herself from hitting the ground harder than she already did.

She looked down to already see blood dripping from her nose already. Y/N touched her nose and muttered a curse word under her breath.

“You okay, Y/N?” Steve asked, relaxed but genuine. He’d seen Y/N get hurt far worse and barely let out a cry. She was tough.

Bucky however, felt like shit. Once again, his old-fashioned, 40s gentleman self came out. He was disgusted with himself. How did he just hit a woman? But he managed to contain his inner turmoil once again.  Quickly, he grabbed his shirt that he had discarded. He walked over to Y/N who was trying to block the blood from getting everywhere with a casual back of her hand. He offered her a hand up, which she surprisingly took.

“Here.” Bucky said softly, giving her his shirt.

“Do I look pretty?” Y/N joked as she happily took it from him.

He smirked, realizing she was trying to make him feel better. “Come here.” He reached for her face to steady it so he could get a good look at her nose.

Without even thinking, she flinched from his touch. Bucky was about to take it personally, as if she was scared of him now…or always had been. But Steve interrupted before the thought could settle.

“She doesn’t like to be touched.” Steve stated. It earned him a glare from Y/N, like he just gave away one of her prized secrets. Steve was going to intervene. But Bucky ignored him and turned his attention back to Y/N.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to check to see if I broke your nose.” Bucky’s blue eyes turned gentle and serious. Y/N stared into them for a moment before reluctantly nodding her head. He softly grabbed her chin and tilted her face this way and that, studying her nose.

“Good news: it’s not broken. Bad news: you might get a black eye… or two.” He confirmed.

“Well, shit… I had a hot date tonight.” Y/N sighed dramatically.

Bucky held his breath, dropping her chin from his grasp.

Steve chuckled. “She’s kidding.”

“I didn’t realize you were a nurse.” Y/N teased him.

Bucky gave a very small smile, only spreading through his lips. “Well…I had to look out for this punk.” He gestured toward Steve. “After all of his fights, I had to figure out if I needed to take him to the hospital or not.”

“Y/N, put some ice on that nose… you’re done for today.” Steve ordered. Then he took in a deep breath. “Your-“

“Yeah, yeah… my footing was off and that’s why he clipped me with the second punch.” Y/N sighed, knowing he was about to lecture her on every single mistake she had made in the fight. “I know what I did wrong, Cap. I got the blood to prove it.”

Y/N started walking to the stairs and then she stopped, as if she’d forgot something. She put out her hand and it started to clench into a fist. With it, a small quake erupted but it just seemed to be in a small radius around Bucky. It got so violent, so quickly that it made him stumble to his knees.

He looked up at Y/N with a playful glare.

“Payback for giving me a bloody nose and probably double black eyes.” She confirmed nonchalantly.

As soon as she was out of sight, Bucky’s face turned dark. He stomped toward Steve, shoving him roughly.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He practically spluttered. “I could have seriously hurt her.”

Steve shrugged off his anger. “Buck… it’s just a bloody nose. Injuries she would withstand in the field wouldn’t even come close to that mild. Y/N’s tough… she’s more upset that you took it easy on her and that she made a mistake.”

Bucky walked away from him and started pacing in frustration. “You still don’t get it. We are not the same.” Steve’s face got serious now. “Yeah… we both got the same serum. But afterward, you were trained to be a super soldier… to be America’s hero.” Bucky’s face transformed in pain, he was remembering all the terrible things he had been told to do. “But I… I was trained how to execute and make sure nobody even knew I had been there.”

Y/N was up again, avoiding the roof this time and opting to watch Netflix instead. Her body tensed when she realized someone else was in the room and she’d let them sneak up on her too easily. She readied herself as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise from them creeping up behind her.

Without further hesitation, Y/N jumped up from the couch and threw a punch. It was caught swiftly with a metal arm.

Y/N gasped in relief. “Jesus Christ, Bucky. I thought you were an intruder.” Yeah, other people lived here. But they usually made themselves known and didn’t sneak around so quietly.

“Sorry.” He muttered, realizing that he was still grasping her hand from the punch. He released it smoothly.

“Fuck…you really are some kind of ninja…” Y/N mumbled, still recovering from the rush of adrenaline.

Bucky was actually surprised she had detected him. Not that his intention was to surprise her by any means. It had been embedded in him to be invisible no matter where he was. “What gave me away?” He was curious.

Y/N got embarrassed, like it was a personal question. “Umm,” She struggled. “Every step you take sends a vibration into the earth…Even the slightest, quietest step. I can feel the tremors from the earth.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. What a powerful thing to possess. “That sounds very disrupting and overwhelming.”

Y/N sighed and sat back down on the couch. “Yeah…well… that’s why Steve brought me here. So I could learn to control it.” Her eyes were glued to the TV now, making it clear that she didn’t want to talk about it any further.

Bucky studied her a bit, knowing she wasn’t paying attention to him. He stood there somewhat uneasily, not wanting to disturb her alone time. Then he realized she was watching a French film.

“You speak French?” He found himself asking. He started to realize he talked more to her in the past day and half than anyone else he’d been around since he’d escaped Hydra’s grasp.

She glanced at him and smirked. “I wish.”

He pointed to the TV. “How do you know what they’re saying?” There were no words at the bottom of the screen.

Y/N’s face went blank for a moment, realizing he was right. “Oh…I didn’t even realize I forgot to turn on the subtitles.” She fiddled with the remote to turn them on again.

But Bucky observed her appearance. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she’d been crying. There were bags underneath as well. He wondered, out of the two of them, who slept the least. Something told him it was her. He realized that she’d probably been lost in thought, just using the movie as background noise before he almost scared her to death.

Y/N then glanced back at Bucky. He was watching the movie more intently than she was, as if he could understand it. Though his expression remained stoic as usual.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her, she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. “How many languages do you speak?”

He stared her for a moment before answering. “I don’t know.”

She looked back at the screen, disappointed with his answer.
But her disappointed sparked something in Bucky. He watched it hit something inside of him and he felt guilty for having caused such a feeling in her.

“I…” He started talking, but struggled. She quickly looked at him. “I hear or read things and I just immediately know what they say.”  

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. As if she was about to say that was a neat gift to have, but had already thought about the way he had received it: Hydra.

Bucky shifted his weight, still not knowing whether to stay or go. She hadn’t exactly openly told him it was okay for him to be there.

“Surprised you didn’t get any black eyes.” He spotted curtly.

She ignored him.

“I’m sorry about that.” He added sincerely, misreading her silence as anger and bitterness from the injury he caused her.

Y/N sighed, not taking her eyes off the TV. “Bucky, the only thing you have to be sorry for is taking it easy on me and pulling your punches.”


Then she turned around to look at him behind her. “You know… Tony keeps some files here as back up. When he found out you were coming, he ‘carelessly’ left some top-secret files about you on the system. It was like he wanted to remind all of us who Steve was allowing to live here.”

Bucky’s entire body tensed at the mention of Tony Stark. He hadn’t seen the man since he tried to kill him in Siberia. It didn’t surprise him that he conveyed some form of rebellion and his disapproval for Bucky’s return.

If Y/N noticed the change in him, she didn’t acknowledge it and looked back at the movie. “The point is…I’ve seen you fight. There’s video footage to prove it. And I know what you’re capable of.”

Bucky was about to leave when he saw Y/N’s cellphone light up and vibrating on the table her feet were propped up on. He saw her try to hide her glance at him. Then her jaw flexed and her whole body stiffened.

It was almost 3 am. He wondered who would be trying to get a hold of her at this time. It went to voicemail. But 5 seconds later, it started ringing again.
Y/N doesn’t seem to be able to ignore it any longer. She quickly picked up the call and hung up without saying anything, turned off the phone, and chucked it to the other side of the couch.

Bucky remembered what Steve had told him about her. “C'est vrai? Quelqu'un a cassé votre coeur ?” He says so softly to her, it’s almost a whisper.

Y/N’s eyes flicker to him. She didn’t know what he said, but it was his tone that got her attention.

Bucky stared into her eyes for a moment before saying, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He starts walking out of the living area. “Or I guess I should say good morning.” He adds with exhaustion.

Y/N watches him leave and can only assume he was heading to the roof again. She waited for his steps to disappear and to hear the hatch door close behind him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., translate what Bucky just said in French.”

There was a beat of silence. “Sergeant Barnes asked, ‘Is it true? Someone broke your heart?”” The intelligence system told Y/N.

She sighed, completely stunned. Then she realized Steve must have said something. She thought she was doing a good job of hiding all of it. Apparently she was wrong if everyone was talking about it behind her back. Y/N rubbed her face in frustration. What right did Steve have telling Bucky details of her life?

Steve came down to the pit to find Y/N blasting death metal and already covered in sweat. She was working on a punching bag.

“You’re late.” She stated bluntly without stopping her workout.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Sorry.”

Y/N stopped and grabbed some water. “I thought we could train in my cave today. I don’t have a lot of experience using my terrakinesis in a fight one on one.”

Steve shifted his weight, trying to read Y/N’s mood. “Sure.” He finally agreed.

“Bring your shield.” Y/N yelled behind her back. Without even waiting for him to agree, she already started walking down the long, dark tunnel that lead to her personal cave.

Steve found her waiting in the middle, staring at him patiently. He had barely made a few steps into her makeshift ring before she split the ground beneath him. He leaped out of the way, barely dodging the fissure Y/N had created in the earth.

He got up to his feet and glared at her. “Really?”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him.

He tossed his shield. But Y/N threw up a rock wall and it got imbedded.

Their fight got quicker and more violent. The movement of earth and rocks was causing vibrations and small quakes around the compound. It brought the attention of all the others. Scott, Sam, and Wanda made their way down to watch what was happening, sensing it was something exciting. Bucky saw them head down and told himself not to follow, but he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued.

When he stood beside Wanda and Scott, he was shocked to see anger on Y/N’s face. She wasn’t holding back anything. It was like her only goal was to get Steve on his back, looking like a fool.

Y/N waved her hands and sharp shards of rock flew at Steve like daggers. He finally managed to rip his shield out of the rock wall just in time to block the attack. Next thing he knew, Y/N shook the ceiling of the cave to drop rocks from another angle. Steve was about to yell out for her to calm down, but he was beat by a wave of silence. Y/N conjured up a wave of sand, making her own type of fog. Steve couldn’t see a thing, but managed to get onto his feet. Y/N appeared out of nowhere, allowing a hole of clarity around the two of them. However, her sand haze remained thick enough that their audience couldn’t even see them.

Her eyes tore into him. “Next time you want to give out intimate aspects of my personal life to strangers… Don’t.” She hissed.

Steve looked confused and then realized what she could be talking about.

Without caring to hear his defense, she started walking toward the exit. Scott, Sam, and Wanda watched her carefully, easily reading her mood as something off. She shoved past Bucky without even acknowledging him or the others.

“What’s gotten into her?” Scott muttered to Wanda. She shrugged.

“Somebody’s pissed off.” Sam chuckled to himself.

With that, the three of them started heading back.

The sand haze finally settled with Y/N’s exit. Bucky saw Steve walking slowly out of it. He looked rough, dirt all over his skin, and his white shirt now a light brown. But what Bucky noticed most was his expression. He looked sad and guilty. Whatever Y/N had just said to him was the cause of it.

“What did you say to her?” Steve asked without looking at him.

Bucky shook his head. “I didn’t say anything.”

Steve’s mouth was in a thin line. “Maybe you should stay away from her.” Bucky may not be the same man he was in the 40s. But Steve still saw remnants of him.

“You don’t trust me anymore around people.” Bucky accused.

“That’s not what I said, Buck.”

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Part Two:

For Your Convenience (Part 13)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,651 (I’m sorry)

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A/N: I wanna give a shoutout to @pleasecallmecaptain for giving me the idea of having a three-way confrontation occur in this story. This one’s for you! I’ll admit that this part was quite difficult to write and gave me a massive headache as a result, but at least I wrote it out! The confrontation part of the story isn’t that long, but I hope you guys still like it :)

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“Am I interrupting something here?” Steve asked, his tone clipped and stern as his raging blue eyes darted between you and Bucky. You were speechless, unable to verbalize anything in return. A flood of emotions stormed through you and you weren’t sure how to get yourself out of this one. Your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you were nearing hopelessness at this point. You just wanted to escape from all of this.

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Baby Come Home (18/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

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“So, help me, someone better start talking.” Her voice was like ice, and her glare could start fires. Licking your lips, you look down for a second.

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