i still cry over bucky barnes

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.

“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.

“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.

“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”

You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.

Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.

“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?

“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?

“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?

You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.

“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”

“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”

He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.

“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.

He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”

Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”


When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.

Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.

Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.

When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.

It threw him way off guard, and off his game.

“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”

Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.

“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.

“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.

“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.

“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.

Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.

“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”

The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.

“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”

“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.

“Unless the waiver is sign-”

“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”

Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.

“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”  

Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.

As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.

“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and  his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”

Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Someone let out a snort.

“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.


“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”

Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.

“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.

“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.

Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.

But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?

“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”

“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.

“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”


“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.

He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.

“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.

Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.

Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.

“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”

The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what.  With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.

“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”

Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.

“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”

“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”

Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.

Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.

Queen of hearts.

Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.

“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”

Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.


You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.

What if Remy refuses?

The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.

Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.

That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.

“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.

The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.

A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.

You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.

You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.

Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.


“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.

Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.

“C'est une fille.” he whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.  

This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.


Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Remy,

If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.

If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.

I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.

The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.

You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.

I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.

I love you both so much, never forget that.

Dad.

He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.

“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.

“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.  

“I’m just fine.”


-FIN!

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Always and Forever

Summary: Having been married for fifty years, you and Bucky had seemingly the perfect marriage, but even after those long years, you still felt inadequate with yourself and questioned your worth to be with him.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel or anything associated.

Warning: Angst, sensitive topics (so I suggest if you are sensitive, then don’t read) and lots of fluff.

Bucky x Reader

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Originally posted by esraa1993

Crying.

That’s how he found you.

Seated opposite the window, the sun shining down on you as you sobbed over an old photo album, you were hunched into the photos as you wiped at the tears unsuccessfully with a wet tissue as an old instrumental song on one of his old vinyl records played on the electric gramophone loudly, to drown out your broken sobs.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His voice was full of concern as he crossed the room in long strides, before falling to his knees in front of you as his hands lifted to cup your face, but you batted his hands away, the slight clink of metal from your rings pushing against his metal hand resounded in the bedroom, “please, baby, tell me.” He begged.

You wiped at the tears with your liver-spotted hands, your rings slightly twisted as you sniffled, looking down at your worrying husband with such sad eyes. “Why do you stay with me when I’m such a burden?”

The sudden question shocked Bucky to his core, blue eyes widening, making the lines in his face that more pronounced and despite the pain in his knees and back, he leant up so he was face to face with you, looking deep into your watery E/C eyes. “You have never been a burden. How could you ever think that, after fifty years of marriage?”

“Look!” You shrieked, pushing the album against his chest, hiccuping, a lock of greying hair slipped from its place and fell into your line of view, but you didn’t push it back, “look at those photos and you tell me if I’m a burden or not! I should look at these memories with happiness and joy, but all I feel is sadness and regret.”

“Sweetheart. .” Bucky sighed, looking at their photos, their memories, his fingers gently running over the photo of you on your wedding day, you weren’t dressed yet, but your hair and makeup had been done and you were lounging on your bed, still tied into your silk emerald green robe, smiling at the camera warmly.

Another captured memory was of you and Bucky enjoying your first dance as husband and wife. Bucky had lifted you closer to his body, his arms clasped around your waist tightly, smiling up at you, your head had fallen back, eyes closed as you laughed up toward the ceiling at Bucky’s antics as he lifted you, your hair falling back as he twirled you around the dancefloor. His blue eyes showed nothing but love for you, his full lips parted, showing white straight teeth as he smiled at your happy form.

Another photo was of the both of you laying in the hospital bed, you had taken a selfie with Bucky’s phone, documenting the momentous occasion of your newborn son cradled in your arm with Bucky’s normal hand gently running through the thin smattering of dark hair that adorned his little head. Both of you were crying and smiling brightly, having defied the laws of nature.

Turning the page, he looked over the photos of you and him, going on dates, watching your children grow with you as you matured and wizened beyond your years.

“I thought I had stopped those thoughts, baby, but obviously not.” Bucky sighed, sitting on the window seat, opposite you, opening the photo album for you to see. “You see that woman? I married her, despite everything, despite the odds and all the naysayers.” Bucky pointed to a photo of you lounging on a beach in Hawaii.

“I married a woman who proved everyone wrong and changed a broken man, I married a woman who gave birth to my three children and gave me a family, something I wanted when I was so much younger. I married the woman of my dreams.” Bucky turned the page to show a picture of you when you first met your husband per the arrangements of the online dating app you both had initially met on.

“When I met that beautiful woman, she was in a long black skirt with a floral off the shoulder top, she wore only a little bit of makeup and her hair was neat. She didn’t stand to greet me, but she did something more astonishing.” You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks as you cupped a hand to your mouth, trying to reign in the sobs, “she rolled out from behind the table and stopped in front of me, she wound her hand around the tie I had hastily tied around my neck and she pulled me down until I was barely inches away from her face and whispered, ‘don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t need my legs to make you feel good.’ In that moment, I could feel myself falling for this beautiful, flirty and sassy woman that turned my world on its head, a wonderful woman who had been in a wheelchair all her life. Do you know who that woman was?” Bucky asked, leaning forward and wiped your tears away.

He didn’t wait for your answer, “it was you, baby-girl. I’ve carried a torch for you for over fifty years. Just like I carried you for our first dance on our second date, carried you all the way to the beach, carried you to your bedroom on the third date, carried you up and down the altar and I held you in my arms as we danced for the first time as husband and wife, carried you over the threshold of our home, carried you to our marriage bed and you know something else?” Bucky slowly stood up from the window seat, bent over you so his arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you out of the chair, ignoring your protests as he held you bridal style, his old body straining but he ignored the pain in his back and knees. “I will continue to carry you, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your aged faces inches apart, “Bucky. .”

“You could never be a burden on me, do you understand, Y/N? Never look at those memories with negativity, because I’ll always be there to pick you up. I love you.” 

You sobbed once, letting his unwavering love and loyalty wash over you as you pressed your lips to his gently, “I love you too, James.”

Smiling, he twirled you around, the sound of your laughter echoed in the room and for the moment, you were young again, feeling just as youthful as your wedding day as you shared a passionate and loving kiss, bathed in the warm sunlight glow.

“Always and forever, doll. Always and forever.”

Neither of you heard the front door open, or footsteps coming up the stairs, or your shared door opening as your eldest son stood in the open space, tears in his blue eyes. James was a spitting image of his father with as those same glittering eyes looked over the sunbathed room, the echo of your joined laughter echoing as the song ended and your dusty wheelchair slowly stopped spinning, the dust particles lazily drifting up in the air. His eyes drifted over the open album on the window seat and the pages turned to the back to the front page until the cover lifted and gently closed the album.

James sighed, wiping his tears as he walked into the room, his heart not racing like it normally would and he put his hand on the back of your chair and gently lifted the album off the cushion.

Looking out to the window, his shaky breath calmed, “he came to carry you away, didn’t he, Mum?”

Fin.


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Teaching To Love Again Teacher Bucky AU - Part 14 (2/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Alice Manning)

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, Romance, slight angst

Word Count: 1,787

Plot: When single mother Alice goes to meet her daughter’s first teacher for a parent/teacher conference, but things do not go as planned. She hopes to never have to see Mr. Barnes ever again, but life has other ideas for Alice and Bucky.

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Bucky, Alice, and Katie sit around the kitchen table enjoying the break that Alice fixed. Despite the teasing moment they just shared, there is a slight tension between Alice and Bucky, but not enough for Katie to pick up on. She just sits there, happily eating her omelet and doing a little dance in her chair. This eases some of the tension from the adults as they smile at Katie’s cute behavior.

After finishing her omelet, Katie looks up,

“Mommy? Can we go out today? With Bucky? Maybe go to the zoo or something?” she excitedly asks with pleading eyes.

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Vision cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched you curled up on the couch. You were currently sobbing your eyes out into a pillow. He knit his brows as he walked over.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.
You sniffled. “B-Bucky should be h-home.”
“He’s needed on a mission,” he pointed out tactlessly.

You quickly devolved into another series of wails. Still confused, Vision inched closer.

“I think I should call Mr. Barnes,” he murmured.

Before he could do anything, the elevator opened. You sat up straight, halting your crying for a moment.

“Y/N?” the voice called.

You sprinted from your spot and into Bucky’s arm. You continued to sob into his chest. He furrowed his brows in worry.

“What’s wrong, kid? Is everything okay?”
“She seems to miss you,” Vision stated.
“Y-You should-dn’t be leaving,” you wailed.

Bucky smiled softly before hugging you tightly. He could only hope you would understand how important these missions were.

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I don’t like bullies

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Request: Can I request a BuckyxReader where reader is Steve’s sister, she’s known for being a sweetheart but then someone insults Steve and she kicks guy’s ass and Steve and Bucky recall the times she’s fought in their name because she hates bullies too? XO

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Originally posted by stevesupallnighttogetbucky

   (Y/N) was an absolute sweetheart, almost the epitome of their older brother, kind and compassionate, sweet and timid, and everything in between but god help the poor soul who ever laid a finger on them or anyone they remotely cared about. While (Y/N) was deceptively kind looking they did have a rather scary side that would just so happen to come out at the slightest mention of a bully. 

   Throughout (Y/N)’s entire life they had to deal with bullies, not because they themself were bullied but because their older brother Steve was, alongside with his best friend Bucky. From the day (Y/N) knew what bullying was was the day they would no tolerate the mistreatment of their older brother. Even after all these years, when Steve and Bucky were old enough and strong enough to take care of themselves (Y/N) was still there to beat the living hell out of someone if they so much as uttered something rude about them, just like now. 

   The three were on an undercover mission together, pretending to be on a family vacation so they could track down some prized item that Tony made the mistake of losing. So far nothing had set them off, everything seemed to be normal, they had stayed in their personas for the entire mission, and there was no sight of the object they were hunting. Everything had been going swell- well, as swell as an undercover mission could go when suddenly some wise ass man from across their table made some remark, just loud enough for (Y/N)’s ears to catch up on. 

   “God, look at those two, they look like complete douchebags,” (Y/N) knew it was only an offhanded comment meant not to be heard by them so they elected to ignore it until the man spoke up again. “You think the other one’s with them?” Even without having to look (Y/N) knew that the slimy looking guy was staring right at them, no doubt drunk off the copious amounts of fruity drinks he’d consumed. “Damn, they could do way better than either one of them-” Finally (Y/N) had had enough of this mistreatment, not only of Steve and Bucky but now of themself. Rising from their chair, damn near seething at the man, they marched over to his table, completely ignoring the hisses of Steve and Bucky to return to the table. 

   “Excuse me, sir,” (Y/N) smiled sweetly even if a look of murder was hidden in their eyes. “I couldn’t help but hear what you were saying- about my brother and boyfriend,” (Y/N) gestured to Steve and Bucky behind them, the two smiling shyly at the man, clearly having no clue what was going on. 

   “Yeah?” The man smiles, leaning forward onto his elbows as he looked up at (Y/N) innocently, making (Y/N) feel sick to their stomach. “It’s true honey, why don’t you ditch those losers and join-” The man stops when (Y/N) grabs him by his shirt collar, hoisting him up into the air with the simplest of ease. 

   “You wanna fuckin’ talk about them like that, huh?” (Y/N) smiled that same sweetly smile, this time the smile was laced with a dangerous poison. Everyone around the two either scattered or moved away, staring at (Y/N) with a nearly horrified expression luckily Steve and Bucky were quick to react, diffusing (Y/N)’s temper before it got out of hand. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky coaxed (Y/N) away from the man, aka gently removing them from him as they clung to his shirt with an inhuman like grip. “Stop, come on, drop the guy,” Steve was on the other side of (Y/N), doing the same exact thing, trying to coax (Y/N) into letting the man down. The man stares at them absolutely horrified, his eyes wide and jaw slacked as he looked between the three. With a rather impatient growl (Y/N) dropped the man, giving him one harsh threat before turning on their heel and marching away, most likely to lock themself in their room and feel guilty for lashing out. That’s what usually happened after stuff like this, (Y/N) would get mad at a bully, give them a good lesson and immediately feel guilty afterwards, guess it was just in their shy nature to feel that way. 

   “Should we-” Bucky begins, only to have Steve cut him off a moment later. 

   “No, just let ‘em work it out themself,” Bucky stares after (Y/N) longingly, wishing nothing more than to go comfort them but Steve’s voice interrupts his thoughts. 

   “Remember than one time back in kindergarten when (Y/N) kicked the teacher because she said you weren’t as bright as all the other kids?” Bucky chuckles as he recalls the memory, nodding his head. Even though it was over 70 years ago he could recall that sunshiney day perfectly. 


    It had been just that, a perfectly sunshiney day, a perfect day to go out and play amongst the trees. All the other kids were doing it and Bucky thought it looked like fun, so why not join in? So Bucky, small, kindergarten Bucky decided to climb a tree, nothing too big or anything, just a simple tree. He’d gotten up at least halfway before he realized that he was going to have to get down somehow and suddenly this didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. So rather than climb the rest of the way up he began to climb down, losing his footing on more than one occasion.but he’d always been able to stay up, never falling. It wasn’t until a shrill cry of ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ filled the air that Bucky truly fell, knocking the wind from his tiny body in the process. 

   Bucky then laid upon the ground, wincing as he attempted to breath once again. 

   “James Buchanan Barnes,” His teacher yelled, stomping her way over to where he was. “What in heaven’s name do you think you’re doing?” Bucky stared up at her with wide and fearful eyes, his back and chest still stinging from the fall. 

   “I was just trying to climb the tree miss,” the teacher had sighed, picking up Bucky and dusting him off as she stared at him with what Bucky thought to be kind and sympathetic eyes. 

   “Well-” She sighed, “I guess we can’t all be as bright as everyone else can we?” Bucky had thought nothing of it, merely thinking it was his teacher making some offhanded comment, (Y/N) who stood only a few feet away, did not. Without even a second of hesitation (Y/N) scurried up and kicked Bucky’s teacher in the leg, glaring at her with a childlike expression. The teacher let out a yowl of pain, clutching her leg as she too glared at (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N) Rogers, what do you think you’re-”

   “Bucky’s  smart!” They had exclaimed, their voice high and soft, just as a young child’s would be. “He’s the smartest kid I know! In fact I think he’s smarter than my older brother Steve, and he’s real smart!” Bucky had smiled at (Y/N)’s protective nature, even if the teacher had disapproved of both Bucky and (Y/N). 

   Needless to say they both got in trouble with their parents that night but Bucky would never forget the way (Y/N) had stood up for him. 


    “What about that time in highschool when uh- damn,” Bucky smiles a bit, “I can’t remember his name- that old football guy, big, square head?” Steve nods, smiling as he recalls the memory. 

   “Yeah, I know him, but I can’t for the life of me remember his name,” 

   “Well uh- what about that time (Y/N) nearly jumped that guy after he made fun of your size?” Steve nods, smiling fondly as he recollects the time, and many times after that (Y/N) had stuck up for his small size, resulting in more bloody knuckles on their part than he’d like to remember. In fact, more often that not (Y/N) was the one to swoop in and save the day, sparing both Bucky and Steve from countless fights and years worth of humiliation. 

   “How about that time your date was a complete ass to you so (Y/N) showed up at her doorstep and demanded she come and apologize?” Steve chuckles heartily, shaking his head in amusement. 

   “I’m sure they did the same for you,” 

   “No,” Bucky smiles, shaking his head. “They just took me on the dates instead,” Steve smiles, his heart warming in his chest as he thought about just how amazing his younger sibling was. He was damn lucky they tested on them during the war too otherwise he’d be completely alone in this new world, save it be for Bucky. “You know, they’re just like you,” Bucky whispers, nodding his head to his own comment. 

   “Yeah?” Steve turns to look at Bucky, his smile only growing. “How so?”

   “They don’t like bullies, don’t care where they’re from,” 

so i went to phoenix comicon today. me and my two friends were wandering around the exhibition hall and spotted a bucky and cap cosplay duo posing for pictures. suddenly, my friend is like “yo what if i read bucky the list of words from civil war??” and we immediately ran to the side and pulled up the list of words and he went up to bucky and read them off and bucky said “ready to comply” and my friend pointed to cap and said “attack him!”
you know what bucky did?
SLAPPED CAPTAIN AMERICA RIGHT ACROSS THE ASS
and cap just turned around and was like “what”

Bucky's Hair

“Mmmm. Your long Bucky hair does things to me babe.” I growl twisting my fingers through it.
“You like it?” Sebastian asks looking surprised, I’ve never been one for long hair on a guy but this, this is totally hot.
“You totally pull it off.” He smirks over at me and before I know it he’s twisted and has crawled over me, pinning me between him and the couch. He presses his lips to mine then kisses my chin, then my jaw, then below my ear. He moves his lips down my neck to my collarbone then to the edge of my shirt where the tops of my breasts peek out. I weave my fingers back into his impossibly soft hair.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s gotta stay around for a while.” He says looking up at me. His hands have made it to the skin of my hips and he slides two fingers into the sides of my shorts. He starts to tug my shorts down and I raise my hips up off the couch enough for him to work them down my legs. He sinks to the floor in front of me and looping his arms under my thighs and to my ass pulls me closer to him. He gently bites the inside of my thigh working his way to my pussy. He swipes his tongue up in one long swipe.

“Ah, fuck.” I moan my hips bucking toward his mouth as my back arches. He hums softly as his eyes meet mine, “Oh God Seb.” I moan as his mouth continues its assault on my pussy. I twist my fingers into his hair whining as he slides a finger inside me. That pushes me over the edge. “Fuck. I’m gonna-oh fuck.” I growl, “Seb!” I scream as my orgasm hits. Sebastian moans softly but I hardly hear him as I buck against his mouth, his arms keeping me firmly held against his mouth.

“Yes baby.” He says as I come down from my high. He slides back up my body and undoes his pants. I take his cock into my hand and guide it inside me. “Oh fuck.” Sebastian groans dropping his head to my shoulder.

“I want to be on top.” I growl wrapping my legs around his waist. He flips us without ever pulling out and I start to swirl my hips guiding his cock deeper into me.
“Oh fuck.” Seb groans pulling my lips back down to meet his. His hands grasp my hips as his thrusts meet mine driving him even deeper. “Baby I’m gonna cum.” He moans.
“Do it.” I growl catching his ear in my teeth.
“Fuck!” He barks stilling inside me, I feel him cum and that sends me over the edge again.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck.” I cry dropping my head to his shoulder.
“So is this how it’s gonna be the whole time I’m filming?” He asks, I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Shut up Seb.” I mutter causing him to laugh loudly. I grin into his shoulder unable to stay annoyed when he laughs.

Timeless



Thank you for the request! Rose and I weren’t completely sure what you meant (for me I was a tad confused powerwise initially) but I’ve taken a stab at it. Sorry if the angst/floof is lacking in places, as any angst or floof I write just, you know, appears without me realising, so I’m not the best writing it purposefully. But yeah, I hope this was what you were wanting!

I’ve been writing this while being deadly ill and dancing between two Spanish exams, an English Literature exam, and a higher Biology exam, so forgive me for any writing-quality-drops. Another point is I’ve never written a fight scene before, so sorry about the shortness of this. ALSO HOLY COW THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE POSTED HERE! Duuuuuuude. This is 2647 words long!

Also Rose and I have sorted out some sort of schedule of what we’re gonna post when, so hopefully we’re going to be posting twice a week regularly!

This is also a reminder that our requests are STILL OPEN!

                               ~ Rachael

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Originally posted by emlereo


I wiped the sweat from my brow as I jogged on the treadmill. My soles slapped against the plastic, echoing across the gym. I really needed to build up my muscles more if I was going to rely on my body more than my powers. I turned the speed up and closed my eyes, bouncing to the beat of my footsteps. Blood pulsated in my ears to the beat of my feet. As I finally got into the swing of running, I felt a pair of arms swing around me affectionately and another pair of feet fall in line with mine.

“We’ve got a mission [Y/N],” Bucky smiled into my ear.

I turned the treadmill off and turned to Bucky, wiping a mixture of sweat and hair out of my eyes. I gently shoved him off of me, chuckling. It was funny to think that the Avengers had ‘known’ me for 6 months and they already treated me as family, or more. However, no one actually knew me. Tony scoured internationally for my face and barely scraped the surface of my identity. Wanda could only pull minor thoughts now and again when my guard was down. Everyone thought they knew me from head to toe, when really they didn’t know half of it.

“Terrorists, aliens or Hydra?” I replied, forcing my hair back into a bun, pushing those thoughts from my mind.

“Hydra,” he frowned. I stiffened slightly. Why was Bucky being sent on a mission to do with Hydra, when everyone knew that was extremely risky? I shook my head, sighing irritably. I heard Bucky make a sound of agreement. Looks like he didn’t think this was a good idea either. But hey, he had Nat and I, and I was not going to let him out of my sight once we were in the enemy’s territory.  

“Briefing’s in ten”, Bucky said, kissing my forehead, “Now I’ll going to leave you to change, m’lady.”

“Good,” I grinned, rolling my eyes.

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Fancy a Roll in the Hay? (Pt 2)

Here is part 2 already! I am on a roll! I also found appropriate gifs for this part too so enjoy! Also it’s gunna be 3 parts now. I thought of more I wanted to add! Enjoy! xox

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Alternate Ending

“Sure?” You say, slightly wary. Was this the part that he took you into a shed somewhere and killed you then fed you to pigs…? You stood and followed Bucky out of his house into the evening light. It was cooler now than earlier, and Bucky grabbed a tshirt that had been hanging just inside his door and pulled it on before continuing.

“So this land I haven’t started working on yet.” He explains, gesturing towards the long grass you’d walked through to get here. “Most of my stuff is round the back.”

“So what kind of farming do you do?” You ask as Bucky leads you round the side of his house.

“Well I have some animals. A few cows and pigs, some chickens. That’s mainly for food though. I have two main exports coming out of this farm.”

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Grief.

It’s the one word that continuously gnaws away at his soul and tarnishes his will to survive. It comes in many forms and breeds in every environment. It seeps into his heart slowly, surrounding him like fog during the night. The essence of the emotion is captured in his metal arm, with the red star as a sign of its immortality. It draws blood and has the ability to detonate and destroy entire continents. The dangerous feeling corrupts his mind and blurs the line between right and wrong.

With it, good men become ghosts of what they once were. Grief creates an entity that terrorizes countries and slaughters innocent lives with no remorse. And, while it may simply appear that he feels nothing at all,

Grief, in it’s final form, manifests itself through James Buchanan Barnes.

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One shots

Reader x Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

I’ll keep you safe

I just can’t stop loving you

Lost for words

Nurse speedy

The brown, tattered bear

Heartbreaker

Not goodbye

Bent into shape

I See The Light

On the count of three

I know where you live Maximoff

You should know better

I saved your life

Reader x Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

I knew it

Reader x Steve Rogers (Captain America)

I like the sound of that

Picture perfect

Try Me

Roller Coaster

Perfect Stranger

Captains little secret

You’re so perfect

I do

All’s fair in love and war

No one else but me

The one and only

Bad timing

It still hurts 

Instincts

Breakfast

Irresistible 

No use crying over spilt coffee

Lover boy

Reader x Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

Bucky’s baby

I heard that Barnes

Overwhelming emotions

Shifty kind of love

Rusticitas

Reader x Tony Stark (Iron man)

Gadget man

I missed you

My brother, the big hero

I’m never drinking again

Tony’s child

Reader x J.A.R.V.I.S

Unrequited love

Reader x Peter Parker (Spiderman)

A little truth never hurt

Reader x Scott Lang (Antman)

Enough is Enough

Labour pains

Reader x Bruce Banner (Hulk)

Worth the wait

Ice Ice Baby Part 8/8 FINAL!! Bucky x Reader Steve x Reader

A/N This is nothing but fluff guys.. I’m so serious. I gave myself so many emotions and I had to walk away at one point to compose myself. This is the last of the IIB Series, so I just want to thank you guys for jumping on board and giving me your feedback. It’s been fun!

Part Seven

“Okay, Y/N. This what we’re here for. Time to push!”

The doctor settled down on her stool at your center. Her team stood at the ready and your grip on the super soldiers tightened more in anticipation.
“You’re almost there, baby.” Bucky kissed your temple, rubbing his thumb over the back of your clenching fist. Steve stroked over your beyond disheveled hair, not saying a word. He wanted you and Buck to share this. He only stayed because you had asked him to.
Push after push, you groaned. Each contraction was getting sharper than the last. Tears were trying to slide down your face, but nothing came out. You were beyond done with this whole ordeal.

“I can’t,” you gasped out after a particularly long push, “I can’t push any more. I’m so tired, Buck.” You dropped your head and you were facing him.
“I know, baby girl.” He rested his forehead at yours, keeping his eyes locked with your heavy gaze. “You’ve come so far, Y/N. You’re so close.” He ran his nose along yours, earning a weak smile from you. “You can do this. Tell her, Steve.” Bucky shot a pleading look to his silent friend. He knew that if anyone else could get her to push through, it was Steve. Steve swallowed back the lump that had been sitting at the back of his throat. He traced the tips of his fingers along your jaw and you looked over to see him, his own blue eyes meeting yours.

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My little brother has just started watching the Marvels. We’re in the middle of Captain America first avenger. He’s only eleven and he’s basically crying over Bucky. (know the feeling kid) He just asked me if Steve and Bucky are friends in Winter Soldier and if Bucky’s happy. My sister and I are still laughing and crying. 😭😭😭😭

theyoooraeken-deactivated201511  asked:

Stucky and 12) Things you said when you thought I was asleep (because my feels feel this would be feelsy)

Bucky woke up slowly. He was pleasantly warm, securely wrapped in the mound of blankets that smothered his and Steve’s bed. Their weight and warmth and softness were a comforting remember every time he woke up of who he was and where he was. The hot press of Steve against his back didn’t hurt either. They were both wearing boxers, too tired when they’d gotten back from the mission the night before to do much more than collapse into bed together, but Steve’s chest was still plastered against Bucky’s back, their legs intertwined.

Bucky had discovered, to his absolute delight, when he and Steve started spending the nights in the same bed, long before they started doing anything else in bed together, that Steve was an absolute octopus in his sleep. He hadn’t used to be – the few times before the war and during when they’d shared a bed for warmth it had been perfunctory, either Steve resenting needing Bucky to stay alive or Bucky still shying away from touch after everything Zola had done to him. Now though, now was a entirely different story.

He didn’t know if this was just a natural development in Steve now that he was no longer angry all the time about needing anyone’s help, or if it was a reaction to losing Bucky then finding him again, or if it had something to do with all the years he had spent alone and frozen and lost. Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Besides, no matter why the change, the fact remained that however they fell asleep, Bucky always woke up with Steve wrapped around him, face nudging into the long hair at the back of Bucky’s head, arms wrapped around his chest and legs tangled, leaving Bucky feeling secure and warm and loved. It was, alongside the ISS and pop music, one of his favourite things about the future.

Waking up slowly was a privilege fought for in hours of therapy and days spent remodelling the apartment to his specifications and Bucky savoured it every time, the feeling of his eyes blinking open slowly and awareness of the space around him fading in. It took him several minutes to register that the noises he was hearing weren’t from the city outside the window, but were being whispered by the mouth pressed against his neck, soft lips brushing gently against his skin as Steve spoke. He frowned slightly, easing into full consciousness even as he carefully kept his breathing even and his muscles relaxed, giving  no outward sign that he was awake.

“-we were maybe fifteen? You’d just broken up with Minnie O’Connor. You took a bottle from your fathers cabinet even though you knew you’d catch a fist for it later. We climbed up onto the roof and smoked and got so fucking drunk… I don’t think I ever saw you so drunk again until the war. You were telling me some stupid story, about Richie and his crew, down at the docks. You’d only had that job for a couple months and I was sure everyday you’d lose it because of the shit you’d start with them.” Steve huffed out a laugh against Bucky’s neck that was more air than sound. 

“I remember that I looked over at you… The moonlight was the only light reaching the rooftop and my vision was so bad then, I could barely see you. But I remember, I looked over at you, you were looking up at the moon and laughing, and then you turned to me and grinned, your face lit up with the cherry glow of your cigarette and I thought ‘I’m in love with him’.” Steve paused, shifting. 

“It wasn’t even a surprise, not really. I mean, I hadn’t thought it before, hadn’t considered the possibility, but as soon as I did, it was so obvious and so… natural that it didn’t even give me pause. Besides,” Bucky could feel the smile Steve pressed into his shoulder, “it wasn’t like i was winning any favours with the ladies from church as was, and me and God had been fighting for a long time ‘afore I realized I was sweet on you.” Steve shifted again, and when he spoke again his voice was quieter, rougher. 

“I never told you and I always regretted it. I regret it now, with how fucked up your memory is, that I… I can’t tell you. I don’t blame you for that, but god, if I could do it all over again, I’d steal us both away from the war. Propose to you with my Ma’s old ring, run off to Canada. Say fuck it to the world. You and me Buck, that’s all I’ve ever needed. All I ever wanted and I almost missed it… almost lost it all without ever having it because I was afraid, because I couldn’t bear the thought not that you wouldn’t want me, but that you would run from me. That it would change things, that even if I didn’t lose you I’d still lose you. And I couldn’t do it Buck. I can’t do it. I can’t lose you.” Steve’s breath caught on a sob and Bucky couldn’t stay still anymore, turning over to wrap his arms around Steve, who startled before crumpling into Bucky’s chest. He wasn’t crying but his breath came rough and fast as he pressed his face into Bucky. He ran his hands over Steve’s bare back, hushing him. 

“I always loved you Steve,” Bucky finally said, voice rough, “I don’t need memories to know that. And I will always love you, no matter what. Nothing can keep us apart forever, not time, not ice, not Hydra. Not death.” 

“Nothing will ever stop me loving you.”

Grief.

It’s the one word that continuously gnaws away at his soul and tarnishes his will to survive. It comes in many forms and breeds in every environment. It seeps into his heart slowly, surrounding him like fog during the night. The essence of the emotion is captured in his metal arm, with the red star as a sign of its immortality. It draws blood and has the ability to detonate and destroy entire continents. The dangerous feeling corrupts his mind and blurs the line between right and wrong.

With it, good men become ghosts of what they once were. Grief creates an entity that terrorizes countries and slaughters innocent lives with no remorse. And, while it may simply appear that he feels nothing at all,

Grief, in it’s final form, manifests itself through James Buchanan Barnes.

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Not Bid Time Return, but a piece of something I promised forever ago. 

How Bucky found out Darcy’d been kidnapped by Hydra. 


A spring thunderstorm rumbled in the distance; an angry murmur above the rush of cars on the street below his window. He’d opened it an inch or two on a fleeting thought that begged for light and air in the dim, claustrophobic apartment. There was no breeze yet; the sky above the city was stagnant, humid and heavy with dirt and exhaust, but he could smell the dusty wet scent of rain.

Another rumble. Closer. For a second, then two, then three, he lost the city, lost the traffic and noise, and heard another rumble. Boom. Boom. Boom. A tempest of sound and chaos that tore the earth in its rage. Artillery in the distance, black smoke. Death marching forward.

Taking a deep breath, James Barnes turned away from the window. He should call her. When the screams got too loud, it helped to hear another voice.

Dropping onto his musty, lopsided couch, he pulled out his phone. The one she gave him with no strings attached, no tracker, the only price she asked that he call.

Staring at the phone, he ran a silver thumb over the smooth face of the device. Then, caught by the sight of his own false limb, he turned his hand over and considered the metal lines across his palm. She’d taken his hand in hers. He could still feel the warmth of her fingers running over those lines. He could still feel the gentleness in her grasp. He could still see the pain and rage in her eyes. Pain and rage for him.

Darcy Lewis was a mystery. After they met, he spent a day wondering if she was real at all, of if she was just a hazy dream in the swirl of his mind. He’d wondered if she was simply a hope that somebody somewhere would forgive him someday. Then he found the paper with her looping scrawl, her number, her name, in his jacket pocket. The paper was still in the jacket, a reminder. Though, he’d moved it from his pocket, plucked at a little seam, and tucked it, hidden, in the lining. It had been there long enough now that it no longer crinkled when he moved, the paper worn soft. He never looked at it, had no reason to, but he knew it was still there.

Even with confirmation that she was no figment of his foggy, hazy mind, he puzzled over her. Knowing what he was, knowing what he’d done, how did she sit down with him? How did she hold his hand so gently? With the weight of all those searching for him, why did she stand against them and keep her word to him time and again? Only days after he’d torn SHIELD apart, her agency, she sat with him. She never blinked and never shied away from him. Instead she reached out to him and he found himself reaching back.

Running his hand down his torso, he poked at his side. The wound from Estonia was gone, healed, only a fading pink scar left, and in another week even that would disappear. Another story, another memory, erased from his skin. She’d refused to leave him, she’d pushed and pulled and nagged and pressed her weight on the wound, holding him together. Then she brought him right into SHIELD’s hands. He’d been too tired, too hurt to refuse her, but he didn’t trust them. He waited for guns, and rough hands, and shouted commands. But, she made him promises, and SHIELD kept them. He’d be damned if he knew how she did it.

Or maybe he did know. That big personality, that stubbornness, that Goddamned certainty she was always right. Her crazy, extraordinary loyalty that demanded loyalty in return. If she gave her word, then others better damn well keep theirs or there’d be hell to pay. The Director of SHIELD didn’t come pick them up because of a broken old assassin, he came for her. He felt the heaviness of Agent May’s warning that he’d regret it if he hurt her. He saw the others accept him because she did. They were afraid, they were curious, but they patched him up, and cleaned him up, and gave him clothes and food. Then they let him walk away. Because she asked them to.

Darcy Lewis was baffling. But, she was steady. It would be so easy to lose himself, what was left of himself. To drift into his rage and hurt and horror, and fall back into the bloody world he’d lived in for so long. But he clawed and fought for some sort of sanity, for each and every one of the thin ropes of memory he could pry free from the chaos in his head. Some days it was too much, and it would be all too easy to let himself drown. And then she’d be there. Every time his head got light and he slipped, she was there. There at the other end of a phone call, there in California, there in Estonia, here in this apartment when he couldn’t reach the wounds on his back. She wouldn’t go away, and he couldn’t make her.

She was loud and she was brash and she talked too much. And she wasn’t afraid of him. She’d yell at him and laugh at him. She’d tend his wounds — bitching the whole time — and she’d make sure he’d eat. And all the while she gave him pieces of her life. Did she know how dangerous that was? To give that information to an assassin? Maybe she did. She bound him to her and wouldn’t let him fall.

But what if the weight he was carrying was too much? What if he pulled them both down? He didn’t want to do that, he really didn’t want to do that. She deserved better.

Thunder rumbled again and the hell of his past crashed along with it. He lifted the phone and called up her number.

“Hello? Darcy?” A woman’s voice answered the call. The wrong voice.

He frowned and the mad chaos in his mind stilled, concentrated on this one point: that was Darcy’s phone, but that was not Darcy. “Who is this?” he growled.

“Who is this? Where is Darcy?” the woman demanded, an edge of hysteria in her voice.

He stood up and paced back to the window, looking through the peeling paper. Fingers twitching for a gun or a knife, he took a deep breath.

“Bucky? Is this Bucky Barnes?”

The wind finally picked up, pushing through the still apartment. He felt the cool brush against his still flesh arm. “Who is this?”

“This is Jane Foster. Darcy’s boss. Is this Bucky? Tell me this is Bucky.”

Stillness shuddered and failed. He knew Foster from Darcy’s stories. Why was she … ? “Yes.”

“Thank God,” Foster sobbed, a small cry of relief. He didn’t remember anybody being relieved to hear his voice. “She’s missing. Darcy’s missing.”

Another sort of coolness fell over him. The Soldier’s winter. “When?”

“Two days ago. I didn’t know how to reach you,” Foster said, almost accusing. “I’ve been waiting. She didn’t put your number on her phone. She, God, she wrote a program to mask it on the network. Jarvis has been trying—”

He cut her off. “What happened?”

“Director Coulson thinks it was Hydra.” Foster took a deep breath. “She was driving upstate, her car was forced off the road. We got a call from the State Police when they found the car.”

His jaw clenched. Did they know about him? Did they know about her? Did they take her because of him? No, they couldn’t. He was careful. There were other reasons somebody would grab Darcy. She was a SHIELD agent. She worked with the Avengers. They would have known her, if not who she was. They would want information from her. They would take her somewhere they could take their time. If they were watching her, they’d know she was close to the Avengers. They wouldn’t want to be found. They had to know somebody would come for her.

Foster was still talking, but her words were a distant murmur. Until she yelled. “Bucky!”

“I’ll find her,” he said.

“Wait, you … God, you need to call in.” Foster ordered, her voice cracking again. “You need to call Steve. If you had, if you … maybe she wouldn’t … God, you have to—”

“I’ll find her,” he repeated.

He disconnected the call and picked up his weapon trunk, tossing it onto the couch. As he sorted his gear, he let himself fall into that spinning chaos in his mind, drifting from moment to moment as he thought of every place he’d ever been, every facility he knew, every memory of Hydra he had, no matter how grim. He pulled every thread, and he followed them to every bleak gray bunker or gilded room.

A map formed in his mind, the lines of Hydra’s long reach spanning the globe. One by one he categorized each location, each black spot, from least likely to most. All the places they could hold her and all the places they would.

There was enough Bucky Barnes left that he shoved his tactical clothes into a duffle next to his rifle rather than wear them out the door. Darcy would tell him to be subtle. He paused as feral rage swept through him, the muscles in his arms, in his jaw, quaking and trembling with it.

Darcy Lewis was a lot of things, and maybe he’d never understand her. But, in the confused surge of memory and thought in his mind, there was a solid, steady mooring. One of the places where what was left of James Barnes was tethered. That was Darcy Lewis. And in her strange, crazy smart brain, she’d decided he was worth holding onto. She’d decided he was hers.

She’d made promises to him. Now, he would make promises to her.

He’d find her and he’d kill them all.

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