me and nat's idea

Reason #64 why I love BuckyNat

The way they look out for each other.

Black Widow - The Name of the Rose (2010)

One of Nat’s dark secrets was revealed and she went on the run, alone. Hunted by just about everybody, SHIELD included. Who turned up to offer his help?

Captain America: Prisoner of War (2011)

Complicated things happened and Bucky ended up in a gulag. After enduring it for far too long, he escaped during a riot. And who was there to make sure he didn’t end up dying in the snow?

Captain America and Bucky: The Life Story of BuckyBarnes (2012)

Even back when they were a part of the Red Room, their masters couldn’t stop Nat from going against orders and helping Bucky out.

Black Widow (2014-15)

After their relationship was erased from Nat’s memory and she was freelancing, who just happened to drop by?

(While he had a legit excuse for the first time, this wasn’t the only time he popped up during that run. He explicitly kept an eye on her and stepped in when she needed him to.) She may not have asked for his help, but when has that ever stopped either of them?

Black Widow (2016-17)

And when Nat was out in the cold (again), who watches over her (again)?

In conclusion

BuckyNat <3


Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.


In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.


We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.


Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

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Piercing (NSFW)

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

Bucky Barnes x pierced!Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Based of THIS post by @papi-chulo-bucky! Thanks for giving me permission to use this idea Del!

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matildaswan  asked:

Serena Campbell


  • First impression: something along the lines of ‘your hat is the stupidest fucking thing I have ever seen’. But, before I properly started watching them, the first episode/scene I ever saw was the third kiss. And I was like ‘GET IT GAL !!!!!!’
  • Impression now: I’m ride or die af. Throw me to the wolves. Every time she comes on screen I absolutely lose my shit and I wish I was fucking kidding. I don’t know how or why I became absolute Serena Campbell trash but I just am??? this is my life now??
  • Favorite moment: Where to begin??? That time she ate that fucking mushroom?? When she told Ric that she suggested a patient would fuck off home?? Her soft face right before the first kiss?? The arm wrestle?? The way she looked at Edward when she knew she was gonna get some good dick?? Her ecstatic smile when she told Ric she loved Bernie?? That one time she almost made out with Raf?? Every scene in Self Control??? THE ENTIRETY OF BRAVE NEW WORLD?? T H E  R O O F  S C E N E???? babe i can’t pick just one and u know it
  • Idea for a story: Serena is happy. the end
  • Unpopular opinion: She is the absolute best. (so many people prefer Bernie or like… don’t really care that much for her??? but like?? have you fucking SEEN SERENA CAMPBELL WITH UR OWN EYES???)
  • Favorite relationship: ………it’s not a man, it’s Bernie (see what I did there)
  • Favorite headcanon: SHE FUCKED BUTTONS AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE. also she and colette had a thing ™

[send me a character]


five days of freaking hades and persephone!natan au and @s-t-a-r-away and i are not stopping i have seen hell and it is great

Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.


“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.


The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.


“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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Girls Just Wanna Have... (NSFW)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: So since this one inspired me to do the Jessica Jones one shot I thought it was only appropriate to write it first. I feel like today is going to be a girl love day for me, I have another Wanda request and an idea for a sub!Nat one shot. I’m not saying those are all going to get done today but maybe.

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Headcanon about the Ellimist’s ‘Stacked Deck’

I’ve been thinking about Crayak and the Berensons. 

Mostly, I’ve been thinking about Drode’s accusation that the Ellimist ‘stacked the deck’ with Marco, Cassie, Tobias, and Ax, with both Rachel and Jake left out of the equation. And from there, I think it’s interesting that it’s Rachel and Jake that are targeted by Crayak.

I mean, most probably, they’re targeted because they’re the supposed ‘outliers’ to the Ellimist’s greater machinations. Allegedly, Crayak might target them because the Ellimist didn’t handpick them, meaning they’re less likely to be fixed points, more likely to go astray from any carefully laid Ellimist plans. That makes the most sense.

But I also sort of like the idea that Jake and Rachel, and actually, the Berensons as a whole, are cards in Crayak’s deck. 

I won’t pretend it’s not a little far-fetched, but it’s just interesting the way they’re all such central players. Rachel, Jake, Tom. Saddler, not so much, but enough to make it an interesting coincidence. 

I think for me it’s that…each of the Berensons embodied potential turning points. Jake as the leader, each and every one of his decisions could have made or broke the war. Tom is both Jake’s reason to fight, and the reason they’re able to defeat the Visser at the end, and Rachel saves them all at the end of the war. She’s also a key fighter, and probably turns the tides of many battles the Animorphs otherwise would have lost. The fact that Tom and Jake live in the same house, meaning one wrong move from Jake could tip Tom’s Yeerk off and give him and the entire team away? That tightrope walk should have fallen apart within a year and I bet Crayak tosses back whiskey wondering how the hell putting a Controller and an Animorph in the same house worked out in the Ellimist’s favour. 

Saddler, for me, represents a potential turning point, in that if David had succeeded in impersonating him, things would have gone a LOT differently, and it could very well have been an entirely new turning point in the war. 

So…for me, I’m toying with the idea that the Berensons are cards in Crayak’s deck, in that they each represent potential points where the Ellimist’s plans could fall apart. They’re almost like extra gears that Crayak threw into the Ellimist’s machine, hoping he’d be able to get them to stick and jam the mechanisms, but instead, they slid in perfectly and made the Ellimists’ machine run smoother. The Berensons were supposed to be cards in Crayak’s deck, and while they did serve their function as orchestrators of turning points, they just consistently did it in the Ellimists’ favor. It’s no wonder Crayak is so, well, obsessed with them. Constantly trying to push them into decisions and actions that would undo the Ellimist’s plans. 

Far-fetched? Yes. Tragically fun to consider? Also yes! 

This was partially inspired by Happy is What Happens by mademoisellePlume, specifically the phrase ‘Crayak’s creatures’ in reference to Rachel and Jake. 

Stucky is cute, staron is cute, clintasha is cute, romanogers is cute, samsteve is cute, sambucky is cute, scarletwidow is cute, Sam x Nat is cute, natsharon is cute, steggy is cute, scarletamerica is cute, winterwitch is cute, brucenat is cute, pepperony is cute, scarletvision is cute, Tony x Rhodey is cute, t'chucky is cute, they’re all cute!

What’s not cute is leaving hate in the tags or spreading negativity about a particular ship for no valid reason, so let’s all just please try to not bring others down, and spread some more positivity and love in the fandom (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

clubbingattheclub  asked:

“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU for the meme you rb-ed!!! bc i think about this au for andreil often...

I made it a ten-hour-long plane ride because Germany ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Neil finally made up his mind to travel to Germany after his father’s men had found him holed up in an abandoned studio apartment in New York. The scrape from a .22 caliber round that nearly missed his kidneys had him calling his mother’s contacts in search for a new ID and passport that would get him far away from the inevitability of his father’s cleaver, and even farther away from Chris, Stefan, and Nathaniel.

He chose Germany because he already knew the language and his mother had a sizable stash of money close to Berlin. After returning to the old shack close to a lonesome fishing village, Neil planned to grab the stash, call another contact, and travel to the outskirts of Vyatskoye. He always wanted to learn Russian.

Neil was busy mentally mapping out his route, forging lies that would get him in the favor of a few truck drivers and lonely travellers on the highways of Germany, when he boarded the plane connecting Brooklyn to Berlin. He held his duffel bag close to his side, partly for the feeling of security and partly because it fended off the occasional bumps and brushes from passing strangers. His side was still healing from the bullet wound, expertly stitched and held together with dollar store bandages.

He sat in his seat, the closest seat to the aisle, and waited while the rest of the passengers boarded.

Neil’s thoughts were interrupted by an irritated voice. “Move.”

He looked up to find a short blonde man, roughly about his age, dressed head to toe in black. Neil eyed the stranger’s armbands, noting a few unnatural bumps and edges that were probably a pain in the ass to get through the TSA, before gracing the man with a smile that was as fake as his past seven fabricated personalities. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Move over.”

Neil could tell that the blonde’s patience was wearing thin judging by the strain in his voice, despite how emotionless he sounded. Neil looked at the seat next to him, a window seat, and shrugged. He scooted over, careful to not jostle his healing wound, and settled his duffel bag between his legs. He was located in economy, but the small amount of legroom definitely didn’t bother him. Neither did it bother his new neighbor, who slid into his seat with a huff of annoyance and proceeded to take out a simple Bic pen from the folds of his armbands.

The intricate twirls and twists of the pen as it weaved between his fingers, expertly dancing from knuckle to knuckle, distracted Neil as the plane lifted off the ground. Before he knew it they were in the air and the small blonde had the pen clutched in his fist. “Staring.”

Neil looked up and caught the man’s eyes, sharp hazel meeting dull brown as if they were challenging him to stare longer. Neil sat back in his seat and winced as his side twinged in protest. “Are you scared of flying?” He didn’t know why he asked. Something about the set of the stranger’s shoulders, his pursed lips, and his use of intricate pen flipping during the liftoff made him stupidly curious.

“You’re under the assumption that I’m going to talk to you.”

“You’re under the assumption that we can sit together in complete silence during a 10 hour flight.”

The blonde’s response was to flip him the bird, his expression as bored as always. Neil shrugged and rested his head against the window, watching as the lights of the city poked through the passing clouds, a painting of intricate buildings covered in neon obscured by the occasional mass of milky white. The last time he flew with his mom was on their way back to America from France, a messy process blurred by pain. He was riddled with a fever, his mother just barely convincing him to act normal as she hauled him onto the plane by the stretched sleeve of his sweater. He couldn’t really remember the rest of the flight back to the states.


Neil startled from his resting position, turning his full attention back to his neighbor. It had been about 30 minutes since either of them had spoken, but the hesitant answer to Neil’s earlier question spoke volumes about how reluctant he was to admit his weakness. “If it makes you feel better, fewer than twenty planes crash every year and it’s not always due to the weather. Sometimes pilots are just unreliable. I’m sure it’s a quick death either way.”

Neil ignored the man’s glare in favor of studying his carry-on. His duffel bag was bigger than Neil’s, black with an obnoxious fox paw silhouetted across the front. The orange embroidering on the side pocket spelled out Andrew Minyard.

Goalkeeper, Palmetto State Foxes, Dangerous psychopath, and Kevin Day’s protective sidekick.

Neil looked away quickly, focusing back on the passing world outside the plane window. Rationally he knew that Andrew wouldn’t recognize him or even know who he was, but the close association to his childhood acquaintance made him reasonably agitated. Quite a few hours of their flight went by like that, with Neil resting up against the window and Andrew noticeably silent beside him. Whenever Neil would get uncomfortable in his current position, he would shift and wince at the sharp pain in his side. He had allowed himself a couple of Tylenol pills before he boarded, but even those couldn’t fight against a bullet wound.

“If you bleed on me you’ll spend the rest of the flight locked in the bathroom.” Andrew hissed.

“Good luck, it locks from the inside.” Neil retorted, shifting away from the blonde so that his back was up against the window. He subtly checked his side to make sure he wasn’t leaking blood anywhere. Nothing.

“This trip for business or for pleasure?” Andrew asked dispassionately.  

“Neither. You?”


“Well, good to know I’m in like company.”

Andrew hummed in response. “Barring the chance that I stole this duffel bag from my twin, you already know my name. It would only be fair to give your name now.”

Neil cursed the blonde’s observation skills, “I don’t believe in fairness.”

Andrew slanted him a glare, “I’ll take your name without a side order of bullshit.”

“Neil.” There was no escape from this conversation, but Neil still entertained the idea of spending the next five hours in the small airplane bathroom.

“Not true, but I’ll take it.” Andrew slumped backwards and crossed his arms, his feet coming up to rest on the back of the seat in front of him. “We’ll never see each other again after this plane lands anyways.”

Neil could only hope.

eristhenat asked for her warden & Zev “Haunt Me”:

Taeral was still. Pale skin glistened where it was not black from fire and pain. Scarlet trickled between his eyes like a dagger’s edge. Zevran’s hands trembled as they reached for him, cupping his face and lifting his chin, waiting for his eyes to flutter and meet his. They did not. Nothing, nothing, not even a breath, not even-
“No, no, my love-”

He had dreamed of it every night since. He almost welcomed it; a reminder of what he so nearly lost.  Zevran’s eyes fluttered open, hands reaching for Taeral and finding him immediately, fingers bunching in his hair until he had to remind himself to be gentle - there would be no more pain for him, no more. Zevran focused on him slowly, pale moonlight streaming through the palace’s windows and meeting the cold sweat that glistened on his forehead. He wiped it off, careful not to wake him; though like this, it was hard not to see him as he had been – bones broken, eyes empty… But no, his chest moved in slow, calm rhythm now, bandages hid the worst of the burns and his cheeks had regained a little of their colour. Truly, there was only one thing that should still be reminding him…
His fingers delicately trailed the burn at the centre of his chest; small, circular – the size of an earring. His earring, of course, heated to the point of scalding by the archdemon’s terrible flames. He hadn’t realized he’d hung it around his neck at all, not until he’d seen the mark. It would likely be there for the rest of his life. He couldn’t work out whether that was fitting or nauseating.
A hand caught his and he found Taeral watching him, eyes still reddened but soft, alive, “What’s wrong?”
He bought his hand to his lips, kissing his fingers lightly. “Nothing, it is nothing. Go back to sleep.”
His eyes were already drooping but he fought against it, eyelashes fluttering, “Will you…”
“I am not going anywhere, my love.”
His eyes drifted shut again with a gentle sigh. No, he was not going anywhere, and he was a fool for not telling him earlier. He would spend every night holding this man in his arms, if he let him.

No. You Move.

Hey everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive- things have been… Interesting. Staying busy, and pairing that with my lack of motivation has meant I can’t get anything done. So this is actually an idea that has been sitting here for MONTHS. I just hope you like it :)


Steve glances at her, not slowing his pace. He knew it would piss her off- how could it not? He keeps marching to the elevator, trying not to stare. The second he meets her eyes…

“Don’t ignore me!” Natasha snags his arm, forcing him to stop. “Why am I not on the mission?”

“Because it’s dangerous,” He says coldly, staring down at her. “I’m not losing you.”

“That’s not your call,” She snaps. “We’re a team. We will never succeed if you keep sidelining me just because we’re together.”

He spins, holding her arms. “I am not losing you like I’ve lost everyone else.” He says firmly, eyes staring into hers. “I’ve always been reckless, and it’s cost me everyone I care about. I can’t lose you too.”

Nat swallows, chest aching for him. “Fine. I understand why you don’t want me to go… But this conversation isn’t over.”

Steve swallows, following her into the elevator and knowing that there’s no way he’ll win.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

“Move it.”

Steve glances up from his book, lying on his back and completely taking over the couch. “What?”

Natasha just eyes him. “You heard. Move.”

“No. You move.” He goes back to his book.

“Smart ass,” She mutters, flicking a nail up his bare sole. He lets out an “Eep!”, jerking his feet back, and they both freeze, staring at each other for a long moment. Natasha’s lips lift into a dangerous smirk…

“Don’t even think about it,” Steve warns, trying to scoot back.

She doesn’t answer; she just pounces, landing on his hips and letter her fingers tickle every inch of him, reducing him into a squirming, giggling mess. “Nahahahaahat! Nohohohoho!”

“I told you to move!” She smiles, enjoying his squeals as her nails brush his ribs. “You have to face the consequences!”

He giggles, writhing beneath her. “Nahat! Please!”

Nat gets an idea. “Tell me I can go on the mission!” She orders, tickling more and making his laugh hard.

He shakes his head. “Nohohoho!” He protests stubbornly, laughing too much to seem at all intimidating.

She growls, darting fingers to attack his pits and making him scream. “Tell. Me.”

Steve shrieks, laughing hysterically. “OK! OK! You can come!”

She smirks, instantly stopping and watching as he catches his breath. “Good soldier,” She murmurs, watching him.

He moves suddenly, flipping them and pinning her to the couch. “My turn,” He growls, and soon Natasha is lost beneath him.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me? - Bucky x Reader (2/?)

This one is much shorter than the first one, but the next part will be longer and better!

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Request from @bxckytrxsh : Hey! :) I have a request for you! I think a fic where the reader is Steve’s sister so she is at the tower and develops a crush on Bucky could be cool, especially if you wrote it! Could be protective Steve and flirty Bucky idk? PS I love all of your stories

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Warnings - Naked!Bucky, swearing, Jealous!Bucky, flirting, subtle mention of masturbation, crappy writing.

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The Avengers vs. Avengers: Age of Ultron

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Quickly and Quietly part 8

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about how long it took me to write this, I was lacking in inspiration. It’s kind of long, so I hope it was worth the wait. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 3635

Warnings: None (If I’ve missed anything, please let me know!)

Part 7

“What am I even supposed to wear on a date?” I his as I sift through the small amount of clothes in my closet. “I don’t have any dresses, all I’ve got is a suit! Why would I wear a suit on a date? Wait… Why do I even have a suit?”

“Why indeed.” A voice floats through my room, scaring me half to death before I realize who it is

“Nat, you scared the shit out of me!” I squeak. “Can you please stop sneaking up on people like that?”

“Nope, definitely not.” She smirks, pushing herself off the doorframe and joining me by my closet. “So, got a hot date?”

“Kind of, yeah.” I answer, shifting my meager collection of clothing around in frustration.

“Alright, you have to stop that right now.” She says, grabbing my wrists to still my arms. “I’ll help you with your outfit, don’t worry.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’ve been waiting for you and that annoyance to get together for weeks now. It’s the least I could do.”

“Oh no. Please tell me no one bet on this.” I say, my voice tinged with a whine.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I can’t do that.” She says, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smile.

“Then at least tell me you won.”

“That I did, my dear, that I did.” She says, taking her winnings from her pocket and fanning herself with it dramatically.

“Damn, how much did they put in the pot this time?” I ask.

“Really? You’re asking me about money when you’ve got a date to be getting ready for?”

“Hey, you’re the one who distracted me in the first place.” I say, perking up my eyebrows at her. “You can’t lay one hundred percent of the blame on me for this.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” She says, smiling and rolling her eyes. “So where are you guy’s going to be going?”

“That little italian place that’s a few blocks down.” I answer. “It’s pretty casual.”

“Alright then…” She sifts through the clothing in my closet for a moment before grabbing a light blue button up with little white polka dots, then goes and selects a pair of dark blue, high waisted skinny jeans from my dresser. “Wear the wingtips.” SHe says, handing me the clothes.

“Thank you so much, Nat, you have no idea how badly I needed help.”

“Happy to help.” She nods before striding out of my room.

I take a quick shower and get dressed, not bothering to do anything to my hair but dry and brush it. I apply some simple makeup. Just a little foundation and mascara. They don’t really teach you how to do your makeup in Hydra when you’re one of their tools. I kind of had to figure it out on my own, and let’s just say my skills are still a work in progress. From there I tug on my shoes and tie them, rolling up my pant legs just above my ankles.

Before I leave my room I shove my wallet, phone and a handgun into a messenger bag just in case.

As I’m leaving my room Bucky and I cross paths and he stops to look at me.

“What?” I ask, looking myself over to the best of my ability. “Do I have something on my face? Did I get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“No,” He says, snapping out of the trans he was in there for a moment, shaking his head. “Well, yeah you have something on your face, but I have a feeling that it’s supposed to be there.”

“Oh, the makeup, yeah. Kind of weird, right?”

“No, you look nice.” He smiles softly. “Pietro is a lucky guy.”

“T-thank you.” I say. I can feel my face heating up from the compliment. “We’ll have to see how lucky he is after tonight.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, I don’t really know how well this is going to go. So…” I trail off for a moment trying to gather my thoughts. “I guess we’ll just take it a date at a time if it works.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Bucky nods, looking at the floor and then back up at me. “Good luck then. On your date, I mean.”

“Thanks, Buck.” I smile. “I’ll talk to you when I get back, but don’t feel like you have to wait up for me.”

“Alright,” He chuckles. “I’ll see you when you then.”

We part ways and I head down to the first floor to meet Pietro. In the elevator ride down I get stuck with Tony on his way to his garage to work on his suits or something.

“Hey there kid, you look nice.” He comments. “Who’s the lucky lad?”

“Don’t pull that, I know you guys had a bet.” I look at him, smiling with my eyebrows raised.

“Ooh, she told you did she?”

“Yup.” I pop the ‘p’. “How much did you bet?”

“You actually want to know?”

“Well, yeah. Why not?”

“Alright then,” He chuckles. “I put $20 in.”

“That’s all? I thought you were the big spender.”

“What? I’m good at gambling.” He shrugs. “I didn’t lose all that much. You should have seen how much Barton threw down. The man lost a lot.”

“Oh no!” I say, covering my mouth in a sarcastic gasp. “You guys really should warn him, he’s got no mind for gambling.”

“Okay, sure, but then the winnings would be smaller and gambling is all about the payout.”

“True! But he’s not exactly a rich man.” I say elbowing him in the arm. “Just give him a break next time, okay?”

“Now why would I do that?” He asks as the elevator doors open.

“Because you’re a nice guy, Tony.” I say, backing out of the elevator. “You should act like it sometime.”

I turn around and I can hear his low chuckle as the doors close.

“Have a good time, kid.” I wave as I walk away in response.

I head to the lobby to wait for Pietro only to find that he’s already there, waiting for me. He stands facing the door, his back to me. I clear my throat and he whips around, a grin immediately taking the place of the look of surprise on his face.

“Hey,” He says softly. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile widen. “I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t come.”

“Since when do I stand people up?” I ask, returning his smile.

“Well… never, actually.” He chuckles.

“So, are you ready?” I ask, changing the point of conversation

“As I’ll ever be.” He nods and offers me his arm. I take it, though with slight hesitation, and we walk out the door and into the streets of New York.

We walk through the crowded sidewalks, dodging people left and right. Pietro wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I slip my arm around his middle in return. We walk quietly for a few more minutes before He breaks the silence.

“So, where are we going?” He asks, smiling down at me sweetly.

“Remember that Italian place Tony took us after you recovered?” I ask, looking up at him to meet his gaze.

“The one with that creepy fat wooden chef near the front?”

“That’s the one!”

“I love that place!”

“I know, that’s why we’re going there.” I laugh. “I thought we could use some fettuccine or something after everything that’s happened over the past few weeks.”

“Well I think it’s one of the best ideas you’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.” I say, nodding once in satisfaction.

We round the corner to see the restaurant, and we look at each other and smile. We quickly walk into the restaurant and request a table for two. The wait isn’t long and soon we’re seated, with our drinks and orders quickly taken.

“That was fast.” I comment, watching the waitress walk off to the kitchens.


“I meant for restaurant service and you know that.” I chuckle at the slight offence he took at my comment.

“Maybe I did,” He shrugs. “But it still hurts.” He places a hand over his heart and shoots me a look of mock pain.

“Mmm, you’ll get over it.” I smirk at him before taking a sip of my water.

“A little harsh for a first date, don’t you think?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Maybe, but we know each other so well.” I say, cocking my head.

“That is true.” He nods, looking down at his glass of water, drumming his fingers on the table and watching the resulting ripples in the liquid.

“Hey, sorry.” I say, wiping condensation around on my glass.

“For what?”

“For what I said.” I look up, meeting his gaze. “I was trying to joke around, and I just sounded harsh.”

“It’s okay.” He says, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile. “I know exactly what you were trying to do.”

“I’m not the only one feeling the absolute awkwardness of this whole situation, am I? Because if I am, this is about to get way more awkward.”

“Yeah, it is kind of strange.” He laughs, somewhat uncomfortable with the revelation. “Do you regret this?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that…” I trail off, trying to word it so that I don’t offend him. He’s my best friend and I don’t want to throw that away. “Maybe we should give it till the end of our meal and decide if we should give this a chance.”

“Alright.” He nods.

We sit in silence, occasionally sipping our drinks and looking around the restaurant like we can’t even look at each other for fear of the awkward situation escalating further.

“So that kiss,” Pietro blurts out. “You said we would talk about it tonight.”

“Oh yeah. I did, didn’t I?” I finally look at him. “I guess we can if you want.”

“Alright. I-”

Just as he begins to speak the waitress arrives with our meals and I sigh quietly in relief. When the waitress sets our food down in front of us, we both just start eating, not talking the entire time.

I don’t understand why this is so awkward. We were both so excited about this date. We both like each other. Why are we so stiff? We’ve known each other for months, and we know each other so well. I know I felt a flutter when he kissed me yesterday, and when he whispered in my ear I swear I felt a shiver run down my spine. I know I am attracted to this man, so why is this going so wrong?

“So, about that kiss…” I trail off, absentmindedly twirling my pasta on my fork.

“Yeah, about that…” I hear a small clink and look up to see Pietro’s set down his fork and is looking at me intently. “How did you feel about it?”

“Well, I mean, it wasn’t bad…” I answer, resting my fork on the edge of my plate. “But I don’t exactly know how to really feel about it.”


“I felt a flutter when you did it, don’t get me wrong, but it was our first kiss and I didn’t really get to take part in it, y’know?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” He folds his arms, resting them on the table and staring down at his food.

“It wasn’t bad, please don’t think that.” I lean forward on the table too, not exactly knowing what I should say. “I just… I don’t exactly know how to describe it. It’s just-”

“We know each other too well.” He looks up at me, smiling sadly.

“Yeah.” I sit back in my chair, suddenly regretting this entire situation. “I never really had the chance to have crushes or relationships or anything like that, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that we went through this and it turned out so badly.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” He says, waving me off.

“But I am worrying about it, Pietro. I don’t understand the most basic human emotions, and I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You haven’t hurt me!” He says, surprisingly calm. “(Y/N), you are overreacting. I’m not upset with you. I’m not hurt and I’m not disappointed. It’s okay that this hasn’t gone according to either of our plans. There’s no problem with dates going wrong. It happens all the time to people who are fifteen times more normal than we are.” He leans back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. “Think of it this way. Dates are experiments. You go on a date with someone to test your romantic compatibility, no? Just because we are not romantically compatible doesn’t mean that we’ve hurt one another or that we’ve ruined our friendship.”

“Really?” I ask quietly. “You’re okay with this?”

“Of course. You are my best friend.” He nods his head gently. “I was, and am, attracted to you, but sitting here on this date, I know a relationship between the two of us would be an odd and uncomfortable thing. Our friendship is a comfortable thing, and if that’s all you’re wanting, of course I’m going to be okay with it.”

“You’re not upset with me?”

“(Y/N), why would I be upset with you?” He raises his eyebrows at me  “I love our friendship. I’m glad that we made this decision now instead of being in a relationship for months that feels forced and volatile. Upset is the last thing I would be.”

“You’re the best, you know that right?” The corner of my mouth lifts in a small smile.

“Well I do now.” He chuckles and goes back to spinning some spaghetti onto his fork.

We eat in a comfortable silence for a while. When Pietro’s done I ask for a box to put what’s left of my fettuccini in and after paying the check and thanking the staff we start the walk home. We go along, arms linked, quietly navigating the crowded walkways. It’s not long till we’re standing in the elevator up to the living quarters, leaning on the railing around the inside.

When we arrive at our floor we disembark and I head straight for my room.

“Don’t you want to put that in the fridge?” Pietro asks, pointing to the box of lukewarm pasta in my hand.

“I’m going to see if Bucky wants any. It doesn’t really reheat very well anyways.”

“Alright,” He holds his arms outstretched for a hug. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, P.” I say, wrapping my arms around his middle as his arms fall over my shoulders. “I had a pretty good time tonight. We should do friend dates more often.”

“I agree.” He releases me and we go our separate ways.

When I arrive in my room the lights are out. The clock on my bedside table says that it’s 8:45. I assume Bucky is asleep so I shuffle over to the bathroom to wash my face and change.

After tugging on a pair of boxers and an oversized tee shirt I shuffle back into my room, food still in hand only to be startled by someone suddenly speaking.

“How’d it go?” It’s Bucky.

“I’ve got leftovers, if you wanna share.” I lift the Styrofoam box so he can see. “Pietro finished eating before me and I’m still kind of hungry.”

“Alright,” He flicks the lamp on, allowing me light by which to make my way over climb onto the bed with him. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Hmm?” I hum, pulling a couple of forks from the drawer of my night stand.

“Wait, why do you have forks in your bedside table?” He asks, looking utterly perplexed.

“Counter question, why wouldn’t I have forks in my bedside table?” I ask, popping open the box and handing him a fork.

“Fair point.”  He says, taking his fork and twirling some pasta onto it. “But you still didn’t answer my question. How did your date go?”

“It didn’t really go well.” I answer, lifting a large bite of fettuccine to my lips and shoveling it into my mouth.

“Really?” He asks around a mouthful of pasta, eyebrows in surprise. “You guys seemed so compatible.”

“I guess we weren’t.” I shrug, taking another bite of pasta. He seems to accept my answer and we sit in silence, eating nearly cold fettuccine.

After all the foods gone I get up and toss the container in the trash and wash the forks in the sink. I head back over to the bed and flop back down next to Bucky. We lay in a comfortable quiet until he breaks the silence..

“Are you sure it went badly, or is that just how you’re saying it went?”

“I swear it didn’t go well. I promise I’m not saying that because I’m scared of a relationship.” I turn my head to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He cocks an eyebrow questioningly.

“I…I don’t know. You keep asking me and it’s getting my head all messed up.” I look back up at the ceiling.

“Okay, how about this,” I feel the bed shift as he rolls over onto his side. “Could you see yourself with him, with a family?”

“I mean… No, not really.” I answer, rolling over to face him. “But that’s not because I don’t like the man enough to have a family with him.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I can’t have kids, Buck.” I answer. “My body temperature is about five to ten degrees higher than the average humans. Most of my internal workings are fine. The only thing that’s really affected by my increased temperature is my uterus and my ovaries. As a result I don’t get periods and I can’t get pregnant.”

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for asking, I didn’t know and I-”

“Hey, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it. Like my memory loss, only a few people know about this too. It’s just not a thing that comes up in conversation a lot.”

“Are you alright with not having children?” He asks, his voice suddenly very quiet.

“Well I never really had the time to seriously think about it, and anytime I actually gave it any thought I just had the feeling that I shouldn’t bring any kids into my world. It’s dangerous and scary and it’s not meant for little humans. And what if I pass along my powers? Or if they got a different, more dangerous power? It would be so hard to feel like a normal kid. I know it definitely was for me.” I feel myself rambling and try to slow it down a little. “I could adopt with someone, but it wouldn’t be fair to the child. What kind of parent would I be if I brought a child into my home and one day just didn’t come back because I was killed? I couldn’t do that to anyone.”

Bucky stares at me wordlessly. It feels like he’s searching my eyes for some sort of answer, and I can’t tell if he’s found what he’s looking for. He just quietly wraps an arm around my waist and gently pulls me close to him.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats.

“It’s not your fault. Stop apologizing.” I say, curling my arms and hands in toward my chest.

“Alright.” He whispers.

“And I really mean it when I said the date went wrong.” I say, inching closer to him. “He and I both came to the conclusion that it would be odd and uncomfortable for us to force ourselves into a romantic relationship. We decided that we’re just going to stay friends.”

“Oh really?” I feel his laugh vibrating in his chest.

“Really.” I answer, chuckling in turn.

We sit quietly for another small stretch of time. It’s comfortable and something about it triggers a sort of itch in the back of my mind. I try to ignore it and scoot closer to Bucky, curling into his chest slightly, my forehead resting on his collarbone. Despite my own elevated temperature, he feels warm and being close to him is comforting, and I slowly feel myself start to drift off slightly.

“Thank you.” He says, breaking the silence hanging between the two of us.

“For what?”

“For wanting to talk to me. For telling me about not being able to have kids. For trusting me. For everything.” He lists off.

“Of course, James.” I say, my slight drowsiness apparent in my words. “I trusted you from the moment you arrived.”


“I don’t know. I’m not entirely sure myself.” I shrug.

“One last question.”


“Why do you call me James?”

“Because that’s your name. James Barnes. It’s you.”

“Okay, but everyone else here calls me by by nickname. But not you. There has to be a reason.”

“Really? There has to be a reason?” I question.

“Yes.” He insists.

“Alright…” I trail off, trying to think of a viable answer. “I like the way it sounds. It’s an elegant name. It suits you, even if you don’t think so right now. It’s kind of like your left arm like that. You might not like it, but it’s still you. Regardless of what happens.”

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“Of course.”

I pull the comforter up and over us and we sit in a warm and comfortable silence once again. That is, until his quiet voice breaks through for another time.

“I lied, this is the last question.”

“Okay,” I giggle quietly. “What is it?”

“Would you call me James more often?

“I’d love to.” I answer.

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight, James.” I whisper. I can feel my eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

part 9

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Hi guys. This is the first (and probably the last) time, when I decided to write something. I wasn’t able to fall asleep last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. So I decided to write this little thing. I’m sorry, if this is horrible. Also English isn’t my 1st language, so I’m sure that I made a lot of grammar mistakes.

Warnings: Language, smut, metal arm kink (because I am kinky little shit)

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tabi-toast  asked:

Soo here I am again☺ and for a little stimulation I wanted to ask nr.1 and nr.5

Yay! More questions!
-guttural voice- I love it!❤️☺️

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?
Haha. Well, I was riding in the back of a car and we hit a few bumps in the road. You know what it’s like sometimes, when you’re in a car and you hit a few bumps in the road that happen to get you…ahem, started? Well, that happened to me. Then the idea for a fanfiction about Nat getting off on Steve’s motorcycle popped into my head and I just had to write it down. It was my first really kinky story.

5. What part was hardest to write?
The orgasm scene on the bike. I’d never written anything like that before and was really out of my element. I just changed the situation and added a bit of my own experience - well, limited experience would be the right word, I guess, since I was in a car and not on the back of a bike with a sexy superhero’s backside snug against my crotch. (Although, if I had been in the same situation and were sitting on some magic orgasm-inducing seat, I’m sure that I would have reacted the same way.😏)