for no other reason than i have always wanted to be mistaken for tony stark

Why I Need You

Characters - Bucky Barnes, Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Summary/Request - Yay! Could you write one with Bucky? He and the reader are in love with each other but don’t know how to tell the other. Maybe some commentary from the other Avengers? Little smut if you’re not opposed to it ;)

Word Count - 4,441

Warnings - Smut…Fingering, Unprotected sex… A little bit of language, little bit of angst..and of course some fluff
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - First ever Avengers/Marvel fic, so be gentle XD
Couple songs included are Think A Little Less, She thinks she needs me, and This Is Why I Need You
Huge thank you (again) to my sister Wren for helping edit! <3

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Working with the Avengers was a challenge to say the least.
An enjoyable one, but still a challenge.

This was why Y/N had opted to keep her apartment in the city. So she could have a safe, familiar place to escape to when things got just too… heroically crazy.

It was rare that she would stay at the Tower over night, but Tony had a room set up for her anyway.
When nights like last night came around, she was glad to have a bed to sleep in rather than having to crash on the couch.

Just like every morning, Bucky and Steve had gotten up before everyone else in the Tower and had gone for a run. When they got back, they were a little surprised to see everyone still asleep. Each went to their separate room, to shower and get ready for the day before finding their way back to the kitchen.

Steve and Bucky settled onto the island stools, the former man looking to the latter. “So,” he began.

They had been silent their entire run, but now Steve had Bucky in his clutches…

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Bodyguard Bucky.

A/n: The title is unoriginal af, I know. Just a little thing I wrote because I saw a dvd of ‘The Bodyguard’ in a charity shop and was hit with the idea, that Bucky is your bodyguard but you’re secretly in love with him. (It is nothing like that film/play, I haven’t seen it but I looked up the plot.) I thought ‘that’ll be easy to write’, but oh my gosh, was I wrong! It’s gone through so many rewrites and had about half of the original version cut, and it has some of the same themes as other things I’ve written, but I hope it’s okay…

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: You’re secretly in love with Bucky, your bodyguard, but now he’s leaving…Whatcha gonna do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Mentions of being Tony’s child, but only mentions)

Word count: 2136

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/intoxication, some angst and crying, but fluff by the end :)


As Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s one and only child, you were obviously going to be a bit of an easy target, so since you’d finished school you’d had a bodyguard to protect you practically 24/7. The man entrusted to keep you safe for the past few years was one James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to you, and over that time you’d like to believe that he’d come to be more of a friend than just paid protection. Apparently not though. Last week he’d announced he was to quit with no warning and that single action had sent your life into turmoil, having realised a long time ago that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

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anonymous asked:

OH MY GOD YOU LOVE ACE TONY LET ME LOVE YOU!!!! I've always had this headcanon and I've never really found anyone who would share it. I mean seriously, even in the im1 scene with christine, it's happy who tells him that she's hot. Later it's always Pepper who prepositions to him and makes the kinda sexual comments. It's never him who inniciates anything sexual. But, he is always the one to crave affection and touch in a non-sexual way. Ahh. Will you be maybe ever writing a fic for ace Tony?

You know what? I will write Ace Tony, and I will write him right now. Here you go nonnie:

Tony decided to do it on a Friday evening.

He could see Vision lighting Shabbat candles, a routine the synthezoid had learnt and imbibed from a missing friend and Avenger. The others had stumbled upon Vision following Wanda’s beliefs during the previous December, when he had quietly asked what they would be doing for Hannukah even as everyone was preparing for Christmas. It had sent Steve on a quiet guilt trip of forgetting to ask the young Sokovian woman and a collective effort to share the holidays in an inclusive spread of joy. 

There was not much joy now in the quiet air of the Avengers Compound. It was cold, like the lingering frost of a dying winter’s night. Yet, it was calm, in a way that spoke more of composure than contentment. Rhodey was sitting across Tony, a stylus twirling lazily around the fingers of one hand while the other held an older StarkPad, dark eyes reading through the latest news from his ex-colleagues. Carol was sitting beside Rhodey, leaning against his shoulder with her legs swinging over the arm of the couch, eyes closed and humming an off-key tune. Peter would be due in about an hour or so, his extra classes at school delaying him for the team get together as usual. 

This was his team now, Tony observed as he watched his friends move around him in their own worlds, comfort dripping with every relaxed moment. This was his family, he corrected, as he watched Vision close his eyes in front of the newly lit candles. They were at ease here, in their space. Safe. Comfortable.

In that moment of comfort and safety, Tony decided to do it.

“Hey Rhodes?”

“Hmmm?” Rhodey hummed, not taking his eyes off his pad, one hand now running slow fingers through Carol’s spikes.

“Remember the freshers’ party we first met in?” Tony asked.

“The one where you puked all over me? Yeah Tones,” Rhodey replied with a small chuckle that had Carol quirking a grin too. Tony nodded and took a breath.

“Remember how I tried to get you to sleep with me?”

Carol opened her eyes first and cut a curious look in Tony’s direction. Rhodey tilted his head a bit but didn’t react more than that.


“I, uh,” Tony cleared his throat, “I never wanted to do that.”

Rhodey looked up now and eyed Tony curiously.


“No, I - uh. I never wanted to sleep with you,” Tony clarified, feeling a bit of nervousness creep in but pushed through because he wanted to get it out, “I kind of never wanted to sleep with you. Or anyone.”

Carol stopped swinging her legs and Tony tried to ignore it, but felt it as though somebody had stopped time altogether. He watched Rhodey’s fingers stop twirling the stylus. He heard Vision’s footsteps come around from behind his settee. It all seemed to sound and feel larger than it was.

And the frost still lingered.

“Never?” Rhodey asked and Tony felt his breath stutter in his chest. Jesus, he remembered having said something similar to Bruce during that post-Killian mess but Bruce had gone to sleep mid-talk, so Tony knew that he hadn’t heard a thing. That had been disappointing as well as a relief. Now though, now he knew that somebody had heard it.

“Uh, not really,” Tony said and shrugged, because shrugging always meant that things were okay, right? Apparently not, because nobody believed his shrugs anymore.

He knew the word. It was a pretty simple word to get out, seven letters of freedom. Asexual, that’s all he had to say. Seven letters and he wouldn’t have to go through a long list of times he had not wanted to do something but had believed that he had to or he would not be secure. Not have the power he did if he went through with it. Sex had been a tool to distract in the beginning. Someone saw parts of you that could make you vulnerable? Talk dirty to them. Someone wanted to pick your brains or manipulate you? Let them manipulate you physically instead. Someone gave you too much and you didn’t know how to give back? Give them pleasure in physical terms. He didn’t believe he was being selfless or anything by doing all of that. It was never that. It was for pure self-preservation and sometimes for very selfish reasons, like holding on to people who were too good for him. All he had to do was put aside one letter of his seven-lettered freedom and go through with the act. It would mean nothing, not really, because he could fake it for a few minutes to have something real for a few hours, right? So he had done it for years, hiding the A from his Asexual. 

Now, it was out in the open. The seventh letter to his truth.

“Me too,” he heard a voice from his side and turned to see Vision smiling serenely at him.

“What?” Tony blinked.

“I have never wanted to indulge in sexual activities as well,” Vision explained and offered Tony a mug of hot chocolate Carol had brought in her weird flask when she had dropped in from her mom’s home, “In the words of Mr. Parker, ‘welcome to the club’, Tony.”

“Wait, how come only club members get hot chocolate, hmm?” Carol protested and Tony looked at her in a daze to see her mock-frowning at Vision, “Tony, tell your son to give us some too. This is unfair.”

“What?” Tony repeated and Carol rolled her eyes fondly before jumping up from her seat and coming over to sit near Tony, nudging him to move with her hip.

“Hot chocolate, genius,” she grabbed the mug from Vision and winked at Tony before taking a sip from it.

“I-uh,” Tony cleared his throat and felt his hand shivering a bit but Carol casually placed her own hand over it and squeezed his fingers, “You guys, um, you guys heard me, right?”

“Yeah, we did,” Rhodey quipped and Tony didn’t look up but felt when Rhodey came over to sit beside him, effectively squishing Tony between Carol and himself, “We definitely heard you, Tones.”

“And-uh, you’re–okay–” Tony shut up, not wanting to ask if they still accepted him, if they still saw him as Tony Stark, if they still -

“Dude, you were my best friend when you ‘accidentally’ poured Jack Daniels all over my dress whites -” Rhodey said as he slung an arm over Tony’s shoulder.

“-and my friend when you stole my tampon box and used it to clean your engine parts once,” Carol chimed in with a snort, throwing her arm over Tony’s shoulder too.

“- and when you kept your palladium thing a secret from me -”

“ - and when you essentially told my squad that I have a scrapbook of dick pics of my COs -”

“ - and when you, you know, became a synthezoid daddy,” Rhodey nodded at Vision with a smirk.

“ - so if you think we’re gonna be weird about this of all the things in the world,” Carol concluded with a squeeze of Tony’s shoulder, “then you’re grossly mistaken.”

“Oh” Tony said, for once in his life falling short of words and Rhodey ruffled his hair slightly, snorting when Tony squacked.

“Yeah, genius,” Rhodey grinned and chuckled when Carol laid an exaggerated kiss to Tony’s cheek that had him fake-gagging, “But honestly? Thanks, man.”

“For what? Not sleeping with you?” Tony asked jokingly and blinked to clear the wetness in his eyes.

“For telling us,” Carol knocked her head lightly against Tony’s and took another sip of hot chocolate, “Don’t be a dumbass.”

“Whatever,” Tony quipped, covering up his relief with humor, “I’m still the hottest ass here.”

“You’re some ass, certainly,” Rhodey snorted and groaned exaggeratedly when Tony batted his eyes at him.

They didn’t talk about the past, about all the times Tony had been uncomfortable with his truth or had hidden it for convenience’s sake. They also didn’t talk about the past relationships that now had a new angle to them. They would, Tony knew it, they would talk about it sometime in the future because it was part of knowing one part of the truth. But he also knew that when they did talk about it, whenever that happened, his friends would listen. And still be there, just as they always had been.

Which is why when Peter finally came and snagged a pizza slice off Tony’s plate with a huff of ‘You’re just aces, Mr. Stark, thanks’, they were able to look at each other and dissolve into snorts and giggles much to the poor teen’s confusion.

Tony did it on a Friday evening, and felt a part of him lighten as he felt the frost melt a bit, with candles of a past memory burning softly in the background, reminding him that sometimes even the quiet held a joy of its own.

This was a super fast scribble and I hope I made a decent attempt. I’ll be dragging this hc into another series of mine, so I would be able to dedicate more time and space to it there hopefully. Thank you for loving Ace Tony, nonnie! <3

Daddy's Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

So, this was based off a request in which y/n is Tony Stark’s daughter and she gets with Bucky. My first thought was to do one where Bucky has a crush on her, but then I had another idea…. But for you fluff lovers, I’ll do that one too!

“Hey, Bucky.” Y/N said shyly, blushing furiously.
“Hey, Y/N.” He replied. “I didn’t know you were staying here tonight.”
“I wasn’t, but, uh, well, stuff.” She stuttered.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah.” She answered, quickly. “I’d better be going.” And with that, she ran out, leaving a very confused Bucky.

“Lady y/n, you look lovely.” Thor told her, grinning over a plate of shawarma- Tony’s request.
“Thank you.” She replied quietly, her eyes flickering to Bucky momentarily, before returning to the kebab on her plate. Bucky smiled at his plate, not wanting to agree or disagree, in the interest of not embarrassing himself, or hurting anyone’s feelings.

One by one, everyone left the room, heading off to do something. Bucky turned in the direction of the door. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but being in the kitchen with no food was painful, and there was no way in hell that Bucky was cooking.
“Hey, frosty, can I talk to you?” The voice of Tony Stark made him jump.
“Uh, sure.” Bucky replied.
“My daughter.” Stark said. “What do you think of her?”
“I don’t know. She’s pretty sweet, I guess, but I don’t really tal-” Bucky began.
“Do you know what she thinks of you?” Tony continued. Bucky shook his head, feeling strangely intimidated.
“My daughter is absolutely head over heels for you. How the hell you haven’t noticed, I will never know.” The man jabbed Bucky in the chest. “And I don’t particularly like you, but you’re sure as hell better than that greasy Maximoff boy, and she likes you. So you are going to make my little girl happy, and she’s not going to know a word of this conversation, or there will be consequences.” Bucky gulped, nodding frantically.
“Good. And if you break her heart, I will destroy you.”

“Hey, bud, you okay?” Steve asked. Bucky shook his head.
“What’s up?” His friend pressed.
“God, I am so stupid.” Bucky dropped his face into his hands. “Stark threatened me into dating his daughter, and I agreed.”
“Why is that so bad? She’s a lovely girl.” Steve furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Exactly.” Bucky mumbled. “She is nice, and she’s pretty cute, but I don’t feel for her that way.”
“Well, you’ve gotta do it.” Steve sighed. “If you don’t, Stark will rip you apart while you sleep, and if you mess this up, you will awaken the wrath of Thor. He’s sweet on her.”
“Thanks for your encouragement.” Bucky glared at his friend. “You’re really making me feel better.”
“That’s what I’m here for.“

“So, what am I doing again?” Bucky asked Steve.
“Just go ask her to dinner.” Steve chuckled. Bucky appeared nervous, something he had never been before. If Steve didn’t know better, he would assume that his friend actually had feelings for the girl.
“Okay. I can do this.” Bucky exhaled.
“Just remember, if you don’t, you ain’t gonna move for a long time, Buck.” Steve added.
“Cheers, buddy. You always manage to make me feel better.”

“Uh, hey, Y/N?” Bucky asked. She turned around, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Bucky.” She replied.
“I was wondering, are you doing anything tonight?” He said quickly. The blush on her cheeks grew rapidly.
“No.” She said. “No. Well, maybe, but, um, I can be free.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I was just-” He said, worry growing inside him. He was feeling off about the whole agreement anyway, but if she was doing things, willing to put her friends aside for him? “It’s fine, it was something I wanted to get out of anyway.” She said shyly.
“Uh, okay.” Bucky replied, the heavy feeling in his chest easing slightly. “I was just wondering if maybe you would like to go out to dinner?”
“That sounds great!” She grinned.
“Just, you know, casually. If you want.” He bit his lip. “Or not. If you want.”
“Yeah. Great.” She said, dashing out. “Smooth, Buck. Real smooth.” There was a voice from behind him. In any other circumstances, he might have mistaken it for his conscience, but he knew that voice. Very well.
“Thank you for telling me that, Steve. I’ll be sure to remember that for next time I ask a girl on a date because her dad threatened me.” He snapped.
“Hey, relax. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Steve reminded him.
“I know. It’s just, this doesn’t sit right, y'know?” Bucky sighed.
“Believe me, bud, I know.” His friend reassured him. “But it’s too late to back out now.”
“Yep. Too damn late.”

“Lookin’ good, sergeant.” Sam whistled appreciatively. “Is this for a purpose or do we get you all to ourselves?”
“Frosty’s got himself a date.” Tony smirked. “Or so I heard.”
“Date?” Sam echoed. “Date with who?” “My daughter.” Tony turned to Bucky. “Look here, kid. If you hurt my daughter, I will destroy you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Bucky nodded frantically. “Sergeant Barnes?” Thor’s voice made the three men turn around. “Lady Y/N is waiting for you.”
“Thor, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N.” She giggles slightly, rounding a corner.
Bucky had to admit, she looked pretty hot.

“Are you gonna finish that?” Y/N asked, eyeing Bucky’s remaining dessert. “Damn, that was rude. Let me-”
“No, honestly, doll, you’re fine.” Bucky reassured her. “You can have it. You look as if you could use eating a little more chocolate.”
“As if.” She snorted, eating a mouthful. “And did you just call me doll?”
“Why yes, Miss Stark, I did indeed.” A smile crept onto Bucky’s face, as a blush did Y/N’s face.

“Hey, big guy, how’d it go?” Steve smirked.
“It was surprisingly alright, actually.” Bucky replied.
“She looked rather lovely, didn’t she?” His best friend continued, the grin on his face growing.
“Yeah. She looked nice.” Bucky shrugged. “And I don’t get why you’re looking at me like that.”
“No reason.” Steve smirked. “No reason at all.”

Bucky woke later that night to hear screaming, and a knock on his door.
“Your girlfriend is screaming. Go shut her up.” Sam growled from the other side. Bucky headed into the corridor, knocking on her door.
“Y/N?” He asked. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She called back. Part of Bucky was willing to accept that, but a small part of him told him that she wasn’t, that he should check.
“Really?” He continued.
“Yes.” She repeated, but she sounded unsure.
“I’m coming in.” He said, pushing the door. The girl was shivering, her eyes red, a sight that tugged at Bucky’s heart.
“Move up.” He said. She looked confused, and he pulled the sheet back, climbing in next to her.
“Bucky, what are you doing?” She asked.
“Comforting you.” He replied, smiling at her shocked expression. She bit her lip, before snuggling into him. Now it was Bucky’s turn to be shocked.
“Don’t look so surprised.” She said. “You asked for it.”

And so, a few months later, Bucky found himself with the girl in his arms, in his bed. Bucky had never actually, properly shared his bed with anyone before, so this was new to him. Actually, a lot of this was new to him. Going on more than two dates, having a ‘long term relationship’. Whilst at HYDRA, he- obviously- didn’t have a lot of time to form any real kind of relationship. Even before, he had been more of a ladies’ man, determined to see the world, and in his eyes, a long time relationship would have destroyed that. He dated around, but didn’t ever really feel for anyone. But with her, it was different. The more time he spent with her, the more he felt himself falling. It wasn’t love, but it was something. Something strong, something compelling. Every kiss he shared with her, every touch, every happy moment, intensified it, his will to keep her safe, his will to be with her. But he carried this guilt, the knowledge that this feeling had only come around because her father blackmailed him. He was fighting a war with himself, the guilt he felt over her, and the strange emotion he felt for her. “What are you thinking about, soldier?” Her sleepy voice woke him from his daydream.
“Nothing much.” He replied. Her hand moved up his bare stomach, eliciting an involuntary shiver from Bucky. She giggled slightly, resting her head on Bucky’s upper chest.
“Chill, Bucky.” She murmured. “You’re all tense.”
“I can’t help it.” He said, to no one in particular.
“I know.”

“Wow, Bucky.” Y/N told him, chewing thoughtfully. “This is, um, interesting.”
“Steve has been helping me cook.” Bucky told her. “He called this stir something.”
“Stir fry.” She corrected him. “I think that’s what it’s supposed to be, anyway.” Bucky looked proudly at his portion of noodles. He had never cooked before, and he was rather proud of his attempts. Sure, he had to cut the noodles with a steak knife, but he swore that Steve told him that was what you were supposed to do.
“How is it?” He asked.
“It’s, um, different.” She told him.
“Wait. You don’t like it?” Bucky’s face fell.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that-” She started.
“It’s revolting.” Bucky finished.
“No.” She told him. “It’s just that this is your first time cooking, and you have no practice. This is a first attempt.”
“It’ll be better next time, I promise.” He said.
“Bucky, you don’t have to promise me anything.” She told him, taking his hand and leading him into her room.

“Barnes, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The loud voice of Y/N’s father woke Bucky up.
“What the hell?” He asked. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get out of my daughter’s bed!” Stark yelled.
“But….. What?” Bucky rubbed his eyes sleepily.
“This was not part of our agreement!” He hissed.
“What agreement?” Y/N asked. “Bucky, Daddy, what’s going on?”
“It doesn’t matter, doll.” Bucky soothed.
“I’m guessing it concerns me.” She said, crossing her arms. “Well?”
“Well, you see, you seemed quite unhappy, so I had a word with Barnes here about…. Him making you happier.” Her father said sheepishly. “Which I can see he did. But sex was not part of our agreement!”
“Dad, you are my father, but you do not have the right to control who I am with, and much less blackmail them into dating them.” She looked like she was about to cry. “It would be better if you left.”
“Doll, I-” Bucky began, wrapping his arm around her.
“As for you.” She snarled, turning on him. “I actually thought that you cared about me. I thought we had something. But no, you bought into blackmail, from my dad? Dad, I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day, and James, I don’t even know if I want to see you again.” Both men jumped, running out of the room.

“Thor, please let me talk to her.” Bucky begged.
“I give you my most sincere apologies, Sergeant, but Lady Stark has expressed a desire to never see your face again.” Thor replied.
“Yeah, Bucky, lay off it.” The snarky voice of Pietro Maximoff added. “She doesn’t want to see you, asshole.”
“Since when have you been her personal herald?” Bucky asked, shoving him.
“I will take you any day, Sergeant.” Pietro shoved him back.
“Pietro, given Sergeant Barnes’ history, I wouldn’t think it wise to-” Thor began, But Pietro was already swinging. Within seconds, Bucky had Pietro pinned against the wall, beating him within an inch of his life.
“Beat me all you like, your pretty girl sleeps in my bed now.” He smirked, and that was all it took for Bucky to explode. His metal hand clamped around the other man’s throat, squeezing and watching his face turn darker and darker.
“Hey! Boys! Stop!” Y/N yelled. Bucky released Pietro, dropping him on the ground.
“This… Psycho tried to… Kill me.” Pietro wheezed, touching his neck, where a bruise was forming.
“All due respect, Piet, I’m not certain that you’re entirely innocent.” She replied, gently touching his neck.
“Y/N, I….” Bucky started.
“I don’t wanna hear it.” She said, helping the blond to his feet. “C'mon, let’s go see what Bruce can do.” The two left the room, Bucky watching sadly.
“God, I screwed up.” Bucky rubbed his face tiredly.
“I believe you did.” Thor chipped in, making him jump.
“Why are you still here?” Bucky snapped.
“I was not entirely sure when was appropriate to leave.” Thor replied. “Should I….. Uh…..”
“Yeah, I think so.” Bucky drawled, not lifting his head from his hands.

Bucky was fuming. The scene in front of him made him sick to his stomach. Pietro, comforting Y/N. Bucky had no idea what about- the girl got emotional about the smallest things. Those commercials for those animal sanctuaries even got her. One night, the two of them had watched Titanic. By the end, she had been in floods of tears. Bucky smiled in spite of himself.
“Oy. Frosty. I need your help.”

“Stark, I hope you realise that your amazing plans where what got me in this place the first time around.” Bucky said suspiciously.
“Yeah, I know, but she’s upset, and no one upsets my little girl. And like I said before, you’re better than that greasy maximoff kid.” Tony replied.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely charming?” Bucky drawled.
“I’m sure.” The other man replied sarcastically. “Anyway, I’m willing to help you get back in her goodbooks. Want in?”
“Sure. Why the hell not?”

So, Bucky found himself standing outside Y/N’s window, with a pebble in his hand. It wasn’t as romantic as it sounded- he was standing outside Stark Towers in the driving rain, and his pyjamas were soaked through. And he thought it quite likely that the rock would smash the window, despite Tony’s reassurance. But before he knew what he was doing, the rock had hit the window, and an angry Y/N was leaning out of it.
“Go away, Bucky.” She yelled.
“Give me five minutes.” He begged. “Please.”
“Did my dad put you up to this, too?” She drawled.
“No!” He said. “Well, it was kinda his idea, but I’m the one standing in the rain.“
"You know this is a massive cliche, right?” She told him.
“Yep.” He answered. “I also know that you love cliches, and the romantic kind are your favourite.”
“Damn, you’ve got me.” She bit her lip. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you.” He said. “But doll, you’ve gotta believe me. I’m crazy ‘bout you.”
“Here’s a thing, Bucky. I know how your charm works.” She drawled.
“Doll, please. I adore you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But there are so many things that I love about you. The way that you twirl your hair, that cute face you make when I tickle you. The way that you always grab my hips if I kiss your neck. I’ve learned so many little things about you, but I want to learn more. Take me back, please.”
“Damnit Barnes, you always know how to melt me.” She muttered.
“Sergeant Barnes, doll.” He grinned.
“One chance, Bucky. One bloody chance. I’m a fool, but I’ll give you one damn chance.”