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I’ve Waited My Whole Life (1)

Request: “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 3495

A/N: So I was going to wait a little longer to post this but I promised you two fics this week so I am going to give you two. This will probably only have two or three parts, so it’s not going to be super long, but I’m excited for you to read it. I am also almost done with the next part of Never Forget You, so there’s that to look forward to too. I love you guys and I hope you enjoy! (P.S. I’m just going to tag the people on my marvel series lists, so let me know if you don’t want to)

Warnings: Lots of fluff, a little bit of angst, fighting, violence

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Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch

BUCKY’S POV

November 1943

27:08:23:14:36

The numbers never changed. In the twenty-six years and eight months that I had been alive, the numbers never changed. I thought that something was wrong for a long time, but as I got older I just kind of gave up. Especially when I entered the war.

But here I was, strapped down to table, a POW, a victim to Zola’s experiments, and all I could think about were these dumb numbers on my arm.

Where ever I was, something was happening. There was a lot of noise coming from outside but I couldn’t really concentrate on anything. I tried calling out to someone but I didn’t really have the strength to make it any louder than a murmur.

Then Zola came back into the room, grabbing whatever he could off his desk before he ran out again. I was asking him to let me go, but I don’t think he heard me.

At that point I just expected that this was it, you know, the place sounded like it was under fire and I was strapped down to a table somewhere in a building far away from the other POWs. Not to mention that everyone probably thought we were dead. But boy was I wrong.

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Ripples

Part 4 

Synopsis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Originally posted by little--batman

Reader POV

Warnings: Language. Angst. Nothing naughty yet ladies and gents…

A/N: Sorry for the delay  - work has been a bitch but here is Part 4. Super stoked for this part and the next so I hope you all enjoy! 

Tags are still open! Also i tried to fix the tag problem but if yours still isn’t working please let me know so I can figure out how to remedy the situation 

Need to catch up: Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Power is a finicky thing. You had seen governments fall - powerful families succumb to their worse fears trying to cling on to the delicate idea of having power. And once someone had it they never knew what to do with it. Except dangle it for the world to see, asking for someone stronger to challenge them. Because the truth of the matter was that humans had no idea what to do when they had achieved something. They always needed more. Power created restlessness.

That was how you felt as you walked up the New York Met steps.

It had been one week since your marriage with Steve. Things were off. You asked Steve for space and he granted it. Even if he woke up early to run with you to get an idea of missions for the day, or tried to help you with breakfast. Even if he left you lunch, worried that you never took the time to nourish yourself throughout the day or offered to make you dinner before you left for the night. Even if flowers started mysteriously popping up on your desk and the large stack of reports you had been meaning to organize and file away electronically had found a way on your desktop.

Steve knew how to give space like a toddler distancing themselves from their mother.

You dug your hands into your brown leather jacket, pulling out a few dollars to pay for your museum pass before walking through security. You walked up the steps, pulling your hair into a pony tail as you reflected on it all, a frown gracing your face. 

It was too much. You had just barely realized you had strong feelings for Bucky. You liked Bucky. Liked that behind all of his hard edges there was a softness to him, smooth and cool. Knew the kind of relationship you could have with him. The kind of life you could have with him - the kind of life you’ve wanted.

Steve was too apple pie for you. Too on the straight and narrow, even if he did recently make some changes that dictated otherwise. You knew the truth. Staying married to you was only happening because he came from a time where divorce wasn’t an option.

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I’ve Waited My Whole Life (2)

Part 1

Request: “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 3950

A/N: So I FINALLY got past my writers block! It happened around 3 am on Monday and I just couldn’t stand for this part being any different than what I have right now. So I literally scratched everything that I had done all last week and rewrote all four-thousand words in under two days, which I think may be a record for me. But anyway I hope that you guys enjoy this, part one is almost at 200 notes so this part has a lot to live up to. I love you guys and enjoy! (P.S. It’s opening night of Hello Dolly!)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, (*whispers*) cliffhanger, (Get ready for this roller coaster) 

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Originally posted by starkquinzel

Y/N’S POV

As the day got later, all of the other recruits decided to head into town for dinner. They didn’t ask me to come. Not that I actually had any money for dinner, but it would have been nice to have been asked. So instead I decided to do some exploring. I walked around the whole lower level, where my room was and then moved up to the main floor, hoping that there wasn’t anyone else there.

I stepped out of the elevator and peeked out into the room, making sure that no one was there before I went in. I didn’t see anyone so I went and sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. I was alone for about fifteen minutes when I heard two different voices walking towards me. I was going to leave the room, feeling a little out of place, but they caught me.

“Y/N.” Bucky stopped me.

“Hi.” I looked at the other guys standing next to him. “Sam, right?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You guys have met?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, he used to work with the VA.”

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Ripples - Part 3

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Warnings: Angst. Broken Bucky. Conflicted Steve and Reader….I promise things can only look up from here

A/N: This is angsty af….not going to lie all I want to do is hug Mr. Barnes after writing this drabble. Punch him in the face then hug him lol

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Bucky’s POV

Time was irrelevant. It stood still as I sat on the roof of the tower, my legs hanging over the ledge as the rain pelted down on my body. I hadn’t known how long I had been sitting there, or when it had started raining, buts its Sam’s voice that causes me to shift my eyes from the forest horizon and onto him.

He has an umbrella as he walks toward me, a light jacket in tow that he beside me, taking a seat to my right. I look down at the jacket, then at him and he shrugs.

“Y/N,” her name bites at me, like when trying to pull a bullet out of a wound and my arms tense. Sam notices this and gives a slow sigh.

“She…she asked me to bring this out to you. Said you’d catch a cold if I didn’t.”

I don’t want to slip on the jacket but I do. It smells like her, the perfume mingling with the rain and the tears are sliding down my face again. Hot stains that leave me cold inside.

“She’s been working by the roof door all morning. Said she’s worried about you. Wants to talk to you -  clear things up. She’s made me wear my suit just in case you….did something brash. Told her not to worry about that. You know I can’t carry your heavy ass.” he gives a low chuckle but there’s a hint of worry and I turn to him, noticing his flight suit underneath his jacket.

When she did things like this, went out of her way to take care of me and make sure that others did the same, when she did that I remembered why I had fallen for her. When I got to the Tower the only people who spoke to me, really took the time to talk, was Steve and Sam. Everyone else would chat with me for a comfortable amount of time before my silence got to them and they would keep their distance thinking I needed the space.

When Tony hired Y/N, that had all changed. She took her time getting to know everybody but she especially made time for me. She would spend her lunch talking to me - even when i spent months pushing  her away. And why wouldn’t I? She was charismatic and intelligent - beautiful and wise. She deserved better than a broken man who didn’t know his past.

After missions she was the one who always asked how it went for me. No one else - didn’t matter who was injured. She always made it about me.  When I broke my leg a year ago, she was the one dropping off my meals and keeping me company to pass the long hours of being in my head. Going with me to doctors appointments. Helping to heal. Sometimes we would sit in silence, staying in our minds while we did endless tasks. Slowly but surely, she got me to open up to her. She got me to laugh and talk about the old days - another time. She would sometimes speak of her childhood, a glimmer of something happy flickering in those bright of hers.

I got acquainted to her. Got use to her running her hands mindlessly through my hair when Tony and Wanda bullied us into movie nights, my head resting in her lap while she watched some stupid film that Steven and I were supposed to learn about. Got used to her voice when I would wake up from my nightmares, calling her in fear. Only that sweet voice could scare the demons away, her kind words soothing me back to sleep. Got used to the way she started watching me the same way I had always watched her. Those gentle eyes looking at me glazed over with lust, her eyes flicking down to my lips before her tongue licked over her own. Her touches, light yet lingering as she hugged me or sat next to me idly.

In love. I thought that we were both in love.

And then Steve came alone. Perfect Steve.

Why wouldn’t she marry him? He was what every woman wanted. And I was broken.

“And her husband?” I spit out the last part and Sam places a careful hand on my right shoulder.

“Steve’s been worried to but I think he’s….he’s trying to figure out his feelings with her too you know? Think he might like her a whole lot then he’s letting on. Probably wants to stay married because it’s the right thing to do…”

I hadn’t realized my hand was knotted in a fist until it slams down on the concrete ledge, startling Sam. His hands instinctively go for his gun before he realizes that I’m trying to calm down, my eyes closed as I take deep breaths. He sighs and shakes his head.

“This is a mess man. I can’t even imagine - listen I know you and Y/N were just two awkward flirty encounters away from telling each other how you felt.”

“Why does everyone know that.” I mumble louder than planned and Sam laughs, uninhibited and full of amusement. A Sam laugh. A laugh that for a millisecond makes me forget how much pain I’m in.

“Dude, you both are not slick. You basically turn into a pool of puddy when she’s around. And god forbid if she talks to you. She could make you her sex slave if she ever wanted to.”

I chuckle, leaning my head down and I’m flooded with memories of her again. Thinking about how she would comfort me right now, how her hand would unconsciously lift to my left arm - not the metal part. She always liked to caress the part where she knows metal meets skin, her small hands tracing over the scarred tissue  as she listened patiently. She’d coax me to lie on my back, my head in her lap as I looked up to her, telling her all the things that had triggered my mood. She’d only rake her hands in my hair after I told her all, reminding me about all the reasons why I was a good person. That a person’s past sins didn’t dictate the person they were today. How we defined that by how we learned from those actions.

And she knows that I’m a good person.

She always bit her lip when she told me that, her eyes far away and I wondered what she hid from the world, perhaps even to herself. But when she looked back down at me, her lips tugged between her teeth before she smiled at me, I knew it wasn’t for me to ask. She would tell me when she was ready. Instead I would preoccupy my mind thinking about how i thought her kisses would taste.  How her body would feel against mine. How it would be nice to have her in my arms as she worked, pen in her mouth as she review the endless amount of files Tony had her managing. Kissing her forehead and telling her how much I loved her. How I belonged only to her.

A future I imagined.  Gone, just like that.

Sam clears his throat, bringing me back to the present.

“You know Y/N can be pretty cold and distant but she’s a softie for you. And not in the way she empathizes with Bruce. There’s always been something else with you. Mention your name and her lips tug into an involuntary smile…..”

Sam hesitates before he says the next part, allowing me the pleasure of his observation for only a fraction of a second.

“But she’s also always been overprotective of Steve. I….I get why she’d drunkenly marry him.”

When I turn to Sam he’s raising his hands in defense, shaking his head.

“Listen man, I know you probably don’t want to hear that. But Steve always had a small crush on her, I just don’t think he knew it. Sharon did. That’s why she broke up with him - the real reason she did. Tired of him giving Y/N those love sick eyes when she walked into a room. And Y/N respects Steve. Admires him….. You guys…..aww shit, I’m just going to say this once but you both kinda balance who she is - you and Steve. Steve represents the person she’s trying to be - the person she’s chosen to turn into since leaving god knows what evil organization. You represent the person she was…probably the true person that she is.”

I nod, my jaw clenching as I look back at the forest.

“What you’re saying is -  she was going to end up with Steve because he’s the better man.”

“What? No!” Sam says, then stands up.

“Listen man, I think you and her fit better together. She may try to be clean like Steve but it’s not her. She’s like you. She’s troubled. But she’s also pretty damn amazing. A good woman. A woman whose history may be bathed in blood but soul is clean as a whistle. A person who is better than Steve because they’ve survived that type of darkness. That’s why you both fit perfectly. You  both know you can’t ever come back from unseeing and unknowing what you know. ”

He slaps my shoulders but the fresh wave of pain has set in. I thought I’d be good enough for her. She made it seem like I was. As if knowing my thoughts Sam mutters,

“You’re a good guy James. Don’t think you’re not good enough for her. Just…go and talk her.” he turns, walking back to toward the roof door, hesitating before touching the handle.

“….Just don’t tell anyone I gave you a compliment. I got a reputation to maintain.”

I smirk as he leaves as quietly as he came.

Maybe, just maybe, he’s right.


I finally move from outside when I realize that the wind  has picked up and despite the jacket Sam left, I was getting chilled to my bones. I walk into the dim hallway, not surprised to see Y/N’s laptop but curious to where she had gotten off to. I debate leaving it and just hiding out in my room but I know that if know one see’s me, which I could make happen, Y/N would park out here all night.

I couldn’t do that to her.

I grab the laptop and make my way to my room, jumping on the elevator and going down to my floor. It was on the 7th level of the large complex and one of the more isolated floors. There were three bedrooms that belonged to Sam, Steve and I. An office that Tony had converted for Y/N because she liked the peace to get work done - the three of us were pretty quiet. 

I knew the real reason was that it also hosted a large patio deck and she liked the view of the forest. And having quick access to an exit if necessary.

Subconsciously always thinking like a killer. A trait we both tried to disguise.

It was also the main reason why Y/N and I had become friends. Couldn’t avoid her beautiful face when it was one of the first things you walked out to.

I had almost made it to my room when I heard whispering and for a second I think Sam has left his TV on again.   But inching closer to Steve’s room I recognize his dark voice tangled in her soft one. I know I should turn and walk away.

Something pulls me closer.

I walk to the entrance of the door, barely peaking through the cracked space. Not wanting to be known.

Y/N was standing against Steve’s dresser, her arms crossed over her chest. She had changed into capri leggings and a large workout tank top that fell over her body, her chest catching the large fabric and folding against it. The sports bra she wore looked like something Natasha wore and my guess was she borrowed her clothes.

She looked damn good.

Steve had changed into sweatpants and a fitted work out shirt, his hands in his hair.

“Would it really be that crazy Y/N? We did get married.”

She gives a sigh before biting her lip.

“Steve….you literally just got out of a relationship. We got married drunk on Asgardian Ale. I can’t validate staying married when I don’t even know how I feel about you. How you truly feel about me. That’s not even factoring my feelings for…you know no. And don’t say you care because you’re as noble as the energy that lights up a most of New York.”

Steve is silent before saying

“I know that…listen I know that the circumstances aren’t the best. But….I couldn’t forgive myself if I never told you.”

Her eyes furrow together as she places her hands on his dresser.

“Tell me what Steve?”

He gets up from where he was sitting, walking toward her. His eyes betraying something else that Y/N didn’t see. Then he shakes his head.

“Nothing I just - I wouldn’t feel comfortable getting a divorce knowing I didn’t try to work on this. Despite the circumstances wouldn’t it be remissed if we didn’t give this a shot”

Of course he was trying to convince her to stay married. Of course he wouldn’t tell her how he felt about her. 

That would just not be the Steve Rogers way. 

Despite my frustration with him, I can’t help but smile. Only one guy like Steve. 

“Steve…” she starts but he steps closer to her, cutting off the space between them.

“I’m not saying that you should drop everything for me. I know I should just pretend that this marriage thing never happened and let you and Bucky figure things out. But Y/N don’t tell me you haven’t felt this feeling between us before.”

She bites her lip and his hand caresses against her cheek.

I know the spark he’s referencing. I had noticed it before, before I admitted to Steve how much I truly cared about her. Before I even admitted it to myself. I had warned him that he had feelings for her and he always shook it off with a light laugh,

“A lady like that Bucky, a lady like that needs a man like you. Not me. Besides , I’m with Sharon.”

So much for that.

“You want us to have some weird sister wives situation? But like brother husbands…” she bursts into laughter but the reference is lost on both of us.

“Whats a sister wife? Or a brother husband?” Steve asks confused and she laughs harder, shaking her head in his hand.

“Don’t ever worry about it Steve. Its this stupid thing that bored people in Utah have created and now market out to the public via television”

Steve’s face is still complex but the smile tugging on his face reassures her. Better to go in now, when the tension was less thick and leave.

I round the corner, expecting to find them still standing there laughing and shaking their heads. Instead, Steve bends down to kiss her. It catches her off guard. I can tell by the way her limbs instantly tense up, the hard muscles pulling against the soft skin. Her eyes are wide open before the close, her hands rising up to his shoulders.

I take a small swallow, feeling my throat constrict with the motion.  I should walk away. Her hands run down his chest and she pushes away slowly, shaking her head.

“….. Steve, please don’t make me choose.”

He looks down at her as she continues, her eyes glued to his chest.

“We’ve already created a mess. Don’t complicate it with feelings.”

He swipes his hand across her face and she gives an involuntary shiver,

“I’m not trying to make this more complicated. But wouldn’t it be lost if we didn’t give this a try. Even if its for the month. If I can prove to you that I could make you a happy woman - a happy wife, wouldn’t you want to give that a chance?”

She gives another long sigh, her lips between her teeth.

“I don’t want to be your rebound Steve. I never wanted to be anyones wife so playing as rebound wife just sounds like…..hell.”

“You’re not!” he yells this and she chuckles, shaking her head.

“I may be the biggest idiot allowing the most naive man to try to talk me into saying married. But…I’ll think about it ok.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” he lifts her up, her frame light in his arms and she laughs, wrapping her arms around him.  I can’t handle any of it anymore. Like hell I was going to stand around while they slowly fell in love with each other. I clear my throat, pushing my way into the room.

“You left your laptop upstairs.” I mumble, placing the thin metal on his desk. Trying to ignore how my metal hand - my curse- has left imprints on it. They both snap their head at me, Steve instantly placing Y/N down.

Our eyes meet and I know he knows I heard everything.

“Bucky…I…”

“Save it Steve,” I looked over at Y/N who has moved past Steve and was walking toward me.

“Wouldn’t want to distract you from winning the heart of your wife.”

The last part hits Steve the way I want it too. I see him flinch from the action and Y/N turns to him briefly before following me out the door, my name on her lips.

I don’t slow down until I hit my bedroom. By this point she’s run to catch up to me, stopping the door with a new form of strength I didn’t think she possesed.

“Can you stop for two goddamn seconds and listen to me.”

“You want me to be courteous to you when you go  and marry my best friend. And don’t have the decency to warn me until he’s telling the whole damn world.”

“I was going to tell you,” she says, pushing her way beyond me and turning around. “Steve was planning on telling the team. We didn’t want you to find out the way you did……you know Steve. And he’s damn good honesty policy. Didn’t think he’d blab to them before I talked to you”

“Then why were the damn wedding band into the house? At least pretend you wren’t happy in love.”

She crosses her arms in frustation.

“Forgot I had the damn thing on to be honest. I’m not accustomed to having jewelry dictating my commitment  to someone else.”

“You appeared to have forgotten a lot of things in the past 24 hours.”

“That’s not fair.” she whispers and I roll my eyes.

“You think finding out my best friend married the person I -” I stop myself. No need to betray something that no longer had the potential to live.

“I know that’s not fair either.” a step toward me. Its calculated but I take a step away from her, turning to shut the door.

“You think finding out that the only two people that I care about, that I trust, decided to get drunk together and go off and get married. Did he seal your union last night too?”

She shakes her head.

“…I don’t think…I don’t remember.”

I snort.

“Perfect. So you probably fucked my best friend and then you expect me to be okay with it.”

“I don’ tknow what I did Bucky. I just remember going off to check on Steve.”

“Leaving me for Steve. Should have seen that coming. Golden boy has an army of women after him now - why wouldn’t you be a part of that group?”

Bitter words that I didn’t know lived in me were coming out. I had to get a handle on this.

“Its not like that! Besides, I know you fucked that stupid little blonde from accounting. Had to go through the security footage to figure out what happen between Steve and I. What about that James? Wanna explain to me why you woke up with some stranger?”

Her eyes were like daggers, glued on me. Knowing good and damn well that she was right. I had no right to demand anything from her when I did stupid shit like that.   

“Fucking some stranger is different than going off and marrying my best friend.”

“Is it Bucky? Because for someone who is always claiming they give a damn about me, seems awful unfair that I’ve been the one alone night after night while you nurse some dumb ho that has flirty eyes for The Winter Solider. In the one who has to deal with escorting them off the premises in the morning and hearing their stupid snide remarks. I’m the one stuck flirting with you, wondering how the fuck you feel about me. You wonder why I went off with Steve? Maybe I was tired on waiting around on you and wanted to be with someone who cared about me. You know what - fuck this Bucky. I wanted to apologize. But fuck this. You should be apologizing to me.”

She’s crying now, the tears consuming her. She was right. I had slept with those women to distract myself from her. I didn’t think I was good enough for her. It was easier to have one night stands with someone I wasn’t invested than thinking about rejection with someone l loved. 

I was just as much as a mess as Steve.

She tries to walk past me and  I grab her out of instinct, my-hands wrapping around her waist.  

“Let go of me.” 

Her voice is venom. Its dark and icy and promises pain. 

“Tell me why you don’t want to marry Steve.” 

She grabs my wrist, I know to pull away but my hands just dig deeper into her flesh. 

“Tell me. Please?” 

Before I can respond she’s twisted my arm behind my back, moving fluid and precise. She’s freed herself as her other hand pushes into my neck. At a pulse point. 

For a second I’m stunned and impressed. She never trained with us -  we didn’t know her potential. Of course she was probably some goddamn top assassin.

“You don’t have that right anymore. You lost it the moment you thought I choose to marry Steve.” 

Then she releases me, exiting my room quickly. I groan, sitting on the bed and putting my head in my hands. 

How the hell was I supposed to navigate this mess and win her heart?

Ripples - Part 6

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

Warnings: Language, Angst… a little 18+ love so if you’re younger turn away…

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A/N: Finally a chapter! Sorry for my absence, it was also my baby Ben Barnes birthday today so I did a week of fiction and honestly didn’t have it in me to write for both because adulting. Hope you like this and this helps for those of you who are Team Bucky! More to come very soon.

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Bucky POV


You couldn’t have known that Bucky had gone up to the 7th floor balcony to finish dinner, to allow the cool autumn air to distract him from the way you had looked when you walked into the compound in your jeans and t-shirt. Couldn’t have known that he had heard every last painful detail of what had really happened that night with you and Steve.

He wanted to be mad at you and in a way he was. You had agreed to all of those things, under the influence or not. But he also knew that you were right when you fought a week ago - he had no right to demand that you choose. At the time, you were a free woman.

Besides, you knew about all the women he had brought into his bedroom the moment you had started working for Tony. Thought he had been very clever in hiding it but had known. Didn’t know that he did it every night to erase the image of you from his mind, not wanting to get attached and ruin your life. Using someone else to help him remember he didn’t deserve you.

So he couldn’t be mad at you because essentially you were doing what he had been doing to you for months.

Steve; however, was another thing.

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A Little Too Real (5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5

Summary: RealityTV!AU- You are a wardrobe supervisor for a popular TV network. The show is planning a reality TV show like the bachelor and Bucky is the newest contestant. But as the competition starts he realizes that he doesn’t like any of the girls…on the show anyway.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 5450

A/N: Long time coming, but it’s here. I don’t have much to say, besides that you guys are awesome and I love you! Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, sad!bucky, angst, mentions of injury, cliffhanger (sorry)

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Originally posted by n-barnes

WEEK 3

BUCKY’S POV

I had to believe that the new week would bring something good. Not because that last week had been so terrible but the more that I thought about what happened with Y/N the more I wanted to make it up to her.

So, I quickly got ready for the day, putting on jeans and a t-shirt. The drive from my apartment over to Y/N’s wasn’t so bad and I stopped at a little coffee shop along the way, grabbing the two of us some coffee and something to munch on.

I drove up to the front gate of Y/N’s apartment complex, typed in the code that she had used before, and then Clyde waved me through after he recognized me from the first time I had been there. Finding Y/N’s apartment from that point was all muscle memory as I drove to the back building and walked up to the door I had only seen once before, but couldn’t bare to forget. I knocked on her door and was not expecting to see who answered.

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Impala looked at the demon and raised an eyebrow, cigarette hanging between his lips as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, here to plow me through another sign or to apologize for plowing me through a sign?” He asked, voice almost sarcastic.

“Another fucking waste of time…” Ed sneered, watching an apartment building from across the street.  "Probably some Wiccan girl who pissed off the Catholics or something.  Fucking hellfire.“  Meg Masters, whoever she was, didn’t even live here.  

Detours

It took Guy less than a second to arrive outside of Meg’s place of residence, which is why he’s still standing in the bushes a half an hour later. She doesn’t need to know that he knew where her extremely secretive hideout was. This woman is a rarity in Guy’s eyes. He doesn’t want to scare her off with his obsessive tendencies. Eventually, he wanders over to the door, rapping on it firmly.