Fun fact: Prince was the original intended actor for the role of Ruby Rhod in ‘The Fifth Element.’ Above you will see the costume design for Prince drawn by Jean Paul Gautier. Upon meeting with Gaultier, Prince didn’t say a word but was amused. Prince thought the costume was “too effeminate” for him. Though, the real reason for Prince not taking the role had been tour date conflicts. Of course, the role would go to Chris Tucker; who did a fantastic job with the colorful character.🔥💎🔥
A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.
Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.
Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.
“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.
“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.
“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.
“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”
“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.
“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.
There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”
You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.
“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.
Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.
Why should you care? You decided you would do it.
“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.
“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision
“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.
“Oh that’s not so bad.”
“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”
“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.
None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.
“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.
Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.
“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.
“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”
“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.
“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.
“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.
“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”
“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.
Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.
When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.
“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.
The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”
“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.
You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.
“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.
“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.
“You saw?” His jaw clenched.
“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.
Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.
“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.
“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.
The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.
The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.
“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.
“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.
He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.
“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.
You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.
He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.
He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.
He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.
He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.
“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”
You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.
One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.
“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.
He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.
“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.
“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.
His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.
“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.
“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.
“Do you like that doll?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.
“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”
“I love it Daddy, please, harder." He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.
Here’s your order, miss.“ The lady at the counter said, catching my attention. With a quick thanks, I grabbed the three cup trays and the bag filled with food and headed back to my car. I hated being on lunch duty, it was a five mile drive from the studio and it always took forever, with the insane traffic, the waiting in line during the lunch rush. Then waiting for them to make it all, then checking to make sure it’s all correct. Lastly, I have to make it back with 11 drinks and a bag of food, with out spilling any of it. In stop and go traffic. Fun, right? If only.
The guard let me in without a second glance. At least he didn’t stop me, I’m already late. I park close to the door amd decide I’m going to have to make two trips, I grab the bag and two of the trays, leaving the third for later. I bump the door open with my hip, while trying to balance the trays. I drop the food on the snack table and run back out to my car. Once I get back in, everyone’s crowded around the table grabbing their order.
"Oh, good, there’s more, I thought you forgot my order.”
British accents are the best.
“N-no, I just couldn’t carry it all, sorry it took so long, lunch rush, and the traffic was crazy.” I stuttered, feeling bad.
“I told you it’d be faster to walk.” Followed by a hand being slung around my shoulder. I was one of the personal assistanton the Marvel set, I worked a few different jobs here.
They hadn’t started the actual filming yet, so I wasn’t as busy, just prepping. That’s why I was sent out for lunch.
“No it wouldn’t, the sidewalks are just as crowded, and plus I wouldn’t have been able to carry it all.”
“Hm, that’s true.”
“Of course it’s true, Mel, you really think I hadn’t thought of that.”
“C'mon we have to finish the last set, remember.” She pulled me along, towards the back where we had to finish one of the house-like sets.
“Hey! Melissa! Dammit, now I have to go change.” She had flung paint at me, to get my attention. The walls were almost finished anyway, she could do it by herself.
I stated walking back to my car, before I realized that I didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, fuck. I really don’t want to walk around with paint all over me all day, not that it’s a big deal, I’m always covered in paint, but I hadn’t put my smock on yet, and this was my favorite shirt.
“Woah, what happened?” My head snapped up at the question that was obviously addressed towards me.
“I- uh-” I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t think straight, sometimes I wish I interacted with the actors more, maybe I’d be less shy.
“Shouldn’t you have a smock on?” Something clicked and I was able to form a sentence.
“I just got back from the lunch run, I didn’t have time to put it on. The girl I’m working with flung paint at me to get my attention.” I felt my face heat up and I knew I was red. He was obviously amused.
“Stan.” I finished for him, taking his outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. I work on your set, plus, you’re famous. Its kind of hard not to.” I state, feeling the blush come back.
I ramble when I’m nervous.
“Well, you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours.”
“Oh- uh, my name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”
“I like that name.” I feel the blush coming back, so I look down and mumble a quiet thanks.
“Are you going to change?” He questions.
I blush even redder, this time from embarrassment.
“I-well, I forgot a change of clothes, so I really can’t.” I stutter.
He laughs again, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“You could borrow one of my shirts, although you should put a smock on this time.” He smirks. My eyes widen.
“No no no, uhm no, thank you, it’s fine. I can deal, you don’t have to let me borrow your shirt. I probably won’t see you again soon anyway. I’m always busy and I rarely see the actors, unless we’re filming, because I work with the set and uhm…”
I trail off, realizing I’m rambling again.
“Hm, that does seem to pose a problem. You can just keep it. It’s fine.”
“No, no really I’m okay, I don’t need to steal your clothing.”
“How about we make a deal. I let you borrow my shirt. And since you insist that you can’t keep it and that you won’t see me, you give it back to me when we go out to dinner. Saturday at 8, sound good?” I’m at a loss for words.
I stand there gaping at him. He takes a pad and pen from the table I’m front of us, and I realize that we’re at his trailer. He writes out his name, phone number and the details and hands it to me, along with a maroon colored shirt. He smiles and ushers me into the bathroom to change. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds before stripping off my shirt and putting his on. It’s big on me, but that’s to be expected, I’m pretty small. I walk out with my shirt in hand and Sebastian takes it from me.
“ I’ll wash this right now, and we’ll exchange shirts on Saturday. See you then, Y/N.” He says with a smirk ushering me out the door. I head back over to the set to finish cleaning up. This time I put a smock on, just in case. Mel did a great job finishing the wall, but left a mess for me to clean up.
After I finish cleaning, I look around for Mel and find the studio almost empty. I check the time and realize how late it got. I hop into my car and drive home.
God, it’s been a long day. When I get home I do my usual routine, eat, shower, brush my teeth, watch some TV, and go to sleep. I threw Sebastian’s shirt in the wash before I showered, so I wouldn’t forget.
We talked for five minutes tops, and he managed to organize a date. Honestly, that scared me. Was he always like that? I mean, was he just looking to hook up and I was an easy target? My mind was piling questions on top of each other and I couldn’t think straight. Eventually, it went blank and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
The last three days of the week passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. I did my best to avoid, not just Sebastian, but the rest of the cast as well, which wasn’t too hard. When Saturday came around, I was all too happy to sleep until noon. The only problem was, Sebastian wanted to meet up.
I mean, he didn’t have my address, so I could just ignore the date and go about my life, right? I’d drop his shirt at his trailer, but what about my shirt? The familiar Star Wars theme played from my phone. I groaned and picked it up off the nightstand.
“Hello?” I answered, a bit hostile.
A deep chuckle sounded from the other side, followed by:
“Did I wake you up, Y/N? Sorry, I didn’t think you would still be sleeping. You never texted me, so I took it upon myself to get your phone number from that tech you’re always with, Melony, right? No, that’s not it.-”
“YEAH! That’s it. Thanks. So, about tonight. I wasn’t thinking fancy, you don’t look like that type of person. I was thinking maybe we could go out to that little diner in town and then head to my place for a movie?”
I hesitated. At least at the diner, there were other people. I didn’t know how to feel about being alone.
“Y-Y/N? Are you still there?”
“Oh- y-yeah I’m here.”
“You didn’t answer. I was talking to Mackie about it, he told me that he overheard you say something to his makeup lady about the diner.”
“Did everyone else give their input as well? What about Chris? He’s like your other half.” I know he couldn’t see me, but you could definitely hear the smirk in my voice.
“You know, Chris and I aren’t as attached as people think we are. Sure we’re close, but we’re not ‘I would die for you’ close. I mean I spend just as much time with Anthony.”
“I’ve noticed you spend time with Anthony. The diner sounds nice, and for the movie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It depends on how much work I have left to do.”
“Alright, be ready at 8, and text me your address. See you tonight, Y/N.”
“See you tonight.” I repeated, hanging up and going into my messages. I typed in my address and hit send. The work lie was an excuse. I really don’t know if I want to be alone with a man I just met, although its not like I don’t know who he is. You get the idea.
Knock knock knock
I dropped my pen and grabbed my bag. I practically jumped over the back of the couch to reach the door.
“Are you ready for an adventure?”
“Sebastian, we’re going to the diner. Is that really considered and adventure?”
“Yup.” I sighed and followed him outside.
“I decided, since it’s a really nice day, that it would be nice to walk. It’s not too far. Two blocks. Do you mind?”
“Of course not.”
We walked in silence through the busy city, making sure to keep our heads down as to not draw attention. At the diner we were shown to our table and we ordered our drinks. The conversation stayed light as we talked about our jobs and the sheer contrast between the two. After dinner we took the streets once more, but instead of going to Sebastian’s house, we walked through the park, keeping the conversation flowing. We talked about everything from past to future.
By the time we left the park, it was already midnight. Sebastian walked me home and when we reached the door to my apartment he handed me my shirt and left me with a hug and a smile. I stepped in the door and locked it behind me, dropping the keys on the table. My shirt smelled like him and it made me smile. I put it back in my drawer where it belonged and my phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and read a text that brought a smile to my face.
Warnings: another shitty story, light smut, cursing.
I fiddle with the grocery bags, shoving them into one arm to unlock my door. The door clicks as I swing it open with my foot. The keys get hung up on their respective hook and the bags get dropped on the counter. I stash the cold stuff and leave the rest for later. Dropping myself onto the couch after a long day was always the best. I flipped through channels for a while, settling on some cliché ‘law and order’ type show.
A barely audible click sounded from upstairs. I shot up and inched towards the stairs. Grabbing the gun out of the drawer in the kitchen, I made way upstairs, arms raised, ready to shoot.
I heard movement in the bathroom. If I was being robbed, why the hell would they go for the bathroom first?
I step into the doorway poised and ready to shoot at a moment notice. A tall man was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. The blood was coming from his waist, where I thought I saw a bullet wound. The window in the hall was wide open and the soft night breeze blew in. Funny, I kept all my windows locked, I mean what else would a woman who lived alone in the middle of the city do?
I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He spun around, on high guard. He took a quick glance at me and visibly relaxed. Not all the way, but a lot. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. “Are you here to kill me, or simply raid my med supply?” I questioned tilting my head to the side lightly. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and deep, as if he hasn’t used it in a while.
“I’m not here to kill you-”
I scoffed, I knew who he was, and he was definitely strong, and a good fighter, but so was I.
“-I was hoping you could help me.” He said holding up his arm. It didnt look like he could lift it.
“I’d be more concerned about that.” I said tilting the gun to point to his torso. “Look, I could help myself but-” he said roughly cutting off. “But what?”
He undid his top and slid it off, letting it hit the floor. He obviously was uncomfortable, he definitely felt vulnerable. I stared wide-eyed at his arm, sure I’d seen it before, I’d read his files, and I’d seen him fight, but never was it up this close. My eyes trailed up to where skin met metal and I winced. It was still red. He subconsciously turned so his left side was more behind him.
“How’d you know I was a mechanic? No that sounds too… how’d you know I worked in tech?” I questioned, letting my gun fall to my side, as he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. “I-uh- I was following Steve and I saw you help Little Stark out with one of his….things.” I sighed. Then smirked at the nickname “little stark.”
“Come on.” I ordered, grabbing the first aid kit and heading downstairs.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair I’d pulled out from the island. He did as he was told. I warned him when I was going to pull the bullet out and stitched up the wound. Placing a bandage over it, to keep it clean.
“Now, let’s fix that arm of yours.” He turned, placing his bionic arm up on the counter.
“Grace, by the way.” I stated, he looked up at me, puzzled, before responding
“Bucky.” I could tell the name felt foreign to him
“It’d be a whole lot easier to diagnose this if I knew what happened.” I said, looking up at the soldier.
“I had another run-in with the Captain’s sheild.” He stated, matter-of-factly. I knew well enough both were made of vibranium, so it made sense.
“Well, I should just be able to readjust the wiring and bend this back into place….and violá. Done. Try it.” He held up his arm, moving it around, with a mechanical whir it set into place. I watched carefully to make sure I had done it right. It seemed to be working fine.
“Thank you…Grace” he said, adding my name at the end.
“Welcome. So, you’re welcome to stay the night, so I can make sure you heal okay. But you’re also free to leave.” I offered, surprised at myself for being this care-free. I had a freaking assassin in my house, and I offered to let him stay.
“I was just about to make dinner.” He looked skeptical for a minute, before sitting back in the stool.
“I’ll stay, but only for the night.” I smiled, knowing I had won, I wasn’t letting him leave with such bad wounds. I switched on the radio and put a pot of water on the stove, deciding to make pasta, since it was so easy. When I turned back, Bucky was focusing hard. “What’s up?” I question, concern lacing my voice.
“I knew this song.” He stated, trying to remember.
“Well, let’s dance then.” I said, offering him my hand.
“I don’t remember how.”
“Sure you do, just try it.” I smiled, taking his hand and placing it on my waist, taking his other hand in mine and leading as we swayed in time with the beat. Bucky seemed to catch on as he took the lead. He let go of my waist and twirled me, pulling me back and letting me tip back a bit. He looked so focused, but at the same time, so carefree. Like a piece of his old self was back. I laughed.
“Don’t remember how.” I mocked. He chuckled lightly, stepping back to let me go stir the noodles. That’s how the night was spent. Dancing and laughing and for Bucky, remembering, little bits and pieces. Nothing huge.
The next morning, I woke up at around 7 and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Bucky was already at the table, with his head in his hands.
“You’re up early.”
“I didn’t sleep much.” I sent a glance over my shoulder and went to the fridge
“How do you like your eggs, Mr. Barnes?” I questioned, changing the subject.
“Thanks for making it easy.” While the eggs were cooking, I swapped out his bandage, surprised at how quickly he healed, I knew he was super human, but it was almost gone, over night.
“Maybe another day or two and I’ll let you leave.” He let a light smile tug at his mouth.
“Here’s your eggs.” I say, turning and passing some from the pan to his plate.
He responds with a simple thanks while he all but inhales his eggs.
“So, why did you actually agree to stay with me. Shouldn’t you be…on the run?”
He freezes. Looking up at me through his lashes
“I-I guess its just a safe place to be, Hydra wouldn’t expect me to be staying with a nice, beautiful lady in the middle of a big city.” I don’t think he realized what he said, or if it even had any meaning, but I still blushed. I stood and reached for his plate, taking it with me to the sink.
“They’re still trying to get you back? That means Steve is too… Well, you can stay for as long as you need, just don’t kill me.”
He scoffed lightly and stood, walking back up to the guest bedroom. I heard the water start to run. Apparently, he was comfortable enough to take a shower. I climbed the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, I stopped when I realized the bathroom door was open. Bucky was standing in the full length mirror in his boxers. I tried not to stare, so I looked down to my feet, he looked at me with an expression that resembled a lost puppy.
“You know, I still don’t know exactly how I got this arm. I mean, I know the story, but I can’t remember it.” He said softly. I took a step towards him.
“It’s this- this fucking arm, I’ve killed so many people, and this arm is a dead giveaway as to who I am. I- I’m a monster.” He finished, looking down. I’d never seen him look so defeated. He was always so strong and fierce, like a true soldier.
“Buck, I know it wasn’t you that killed those people, but I’m not going to give you a heartfelt speech about how it’ll get better, because frankly it probably wont-”
“Gee thanks” he muttered.
“You’re probably gonna go through a lot more shit. But I just want you to know that, even though it’s not a lot, I know it wasn’t you, that you didn’t have a choice. Steve does too, and probably the rest of S.H.E.I.L.D, or, well, what’s left of it.”
I finished, resting a hand on the sensitive skin where skin met metal. He instinctively grabbed my wrist to push me away- but stopped last second, resting his right hand on mine. I put my other hand on his face and I swear I felt him lean into it.
“Go take your shower.” I laughed stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me. He was quick and was out by the time I finished getting ready.
“Where are you going?” He questioned, drying his hair with the towel.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I have a job. I took a week off though. I’m just running in to pick up some papers, I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Oh, okay…” He glanced at me one more time, opening him mouth to speak. But I cut him off.
“You’re not coming.” I stated with as much finality as I could manage. He sighed and sulked off towards the room he had claimed as his own.
I headed down to the tower and collected my stuff as quickly as possible, wanting to be in and out.
“Hey! Collins! What’re you doing back so soon? Nice dress. Show Steve, he’ll think you’re straight outta the forties.”
“Oh, hey Tony. I-uh I just came to get my stuff, I really gotta go, busy day.” I said trying to turn away.
“Isn’t it always? Oh, but before you go, we still don’t have any leads on the Winter Soldier. Keep an eye out.”
“That’s in the job description, isn’t it?” He smirked.
“Tony! Come on, you have to finish fixing the suit before Fury sends you on another surprise mission.”
Pepper cut in, pulling him away. I mouth a thank you and push the door open with my hip, slipping into my car and clicking my seatbelt into place. I start the engine and drop the papers in the back. My phone starts to vibrate and I catch it before it falls off the seat. It’s an unfamiliar number, but against instinct I answer it anyway.
“I need you to come get me. Corner of fifth in ten.”
“Hurry!” The line went dead and I hit the gas, knowing he had gotten into trouble. As I was driving down fifth towards the intersection, a black motorcycle pulled up beside me, yanking the door open and hopping in.
“Bucky! What the hell?!” I yell, speeding up. I glance in the rear view mirror and see black cars behind us, there’s a gun held out the window, ready to shoot. I focus back on the road when I realize the gunman is my old colleague. He was revealed as Hydra when SHEILD crashed a long while back. One of the bullets shot through the back windshield and we both ducked. I took some random turns and eventually we lost them. We pulled up to my building and got out. The silence in the elevator was deadly.
“Why were you out?” I question softly. When he doesn’t answer, I almost ask again, thinking he didn’t hear me.
“I wanted to go down to the museum.” I open my mouth to ask why, but close it a second later. I slip the key into the door and collapse onto the couch leaving Buck to close and lock the door. He sat down next to me on the couch, I lay down, resting my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Especially since you cut me hair yesterday.” He said quietly, dropping the braid he made to point to his now short hair.
“It’s fine, Snowflake. I work for SHIELD, I’ve been in plenty of car chases. Speaking of SHEILD, do you want to see Steve?” He flinches at the familiar name, but it was barely noticeable.
“I don’t think I’m ready to see Steve yet, maybe soon, but not yet. What? Am I not good enough for you? You’re trying to get rid of me already?” He questions trying to lighten to mood. I laugh lightly and slide my tongue across my bottom lip.
“Of course not, I love having you here. You’re a lot of fun for a 97-year-old.” I said sitting up and smirk. He smirked back and pushed me over, climbing on top of me and tickling me.
“For a 97-year-old? I’m a fun person in general and you know it. I’m not stopping until you admit it!” He laughed along with me.
“Old man.” I managed to choke out between breaths. He got closer to me and kept tickling me, straddling my hips so I couldn’t move.
“What was that? Bucky’s the most fun person you know?”
“Fine. fiNE ALRIGHT! you’re the most fun person I know!” I yell, practically begging him to stop. He stops moving his hands and looks at me, obviously satisfied. I finally notice how close we are and my eyes dart to the soldier’s lips. He’s obviously is thinking the same thing as I am because he licks his lips and drops his head down to connect his lips with my own. One of the hands he was using to hold my arms down dropped down to my waist. I take my free hand and bring it up to his face trying to bring him closer, if it were physically possible. I smirk against his mouth, realizing this is his first kiss since the 40s.
He uses that as an excuse to slip his tongue into my mouth. 70 years and he’s still great at it. I took my hand from his face and let it find its way down to the bottom of his shirt, he pulled away slightly to help me pull it off, but his lips were back on mine almost as quickly as they had left. Our lips moved in sync. Bucky struggled to undo the buttons on his pants with one hand, so I helped him, undoing my button as well. I pushed down on the waist band and kicked my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor next to the couch. Bucky stood up, pulling me with him. He pulled off my shirt and pushed me to the wall. His hands instinctively went to my thighs as a signal to jump, so I did. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he nibbled on my neck, carrying us both up the stairs. When he let us both fall onto my bed, I flipped us over so that I was on top.
“Oh, we’re going to fight for position, are we?” Bucky said, with his famous lopsided grin. I brought his mouth back to mine. He let his hands wander up my back, un-clipping my bra with ease. He flipped us back over and buried his head in my neck, nibbling on my collarbone. He trailed light kisses down my neck, pausing at my chest. His hands were massaging my breasts as he trailed farther down. He stopped at my waist and stood up, pushing his jeans down and kicking them off. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Our lips locked again and Bucky lightly tugged on the waistband of my underwear, asking for permission.
“Are you sure you wanna do this Buck, you’ve only known me for two days, a-and well, it’s been quite a long time since your last time.” Our eyes locked, blue meeting green.
“Grace, this may sound weird, but I’ve been watching you for a while, making sure you were someone I could trust. And I trust you. And you’re obviously willing, seeing as you took your pants off for me.” He smirked and I nodded, smiling as well. He went back to nibbling on my neck, and I pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. I pushed down his boxers, and then my own underwear. He slipped his metal fingers inside me and I gasped, arching my back. He was watching me, enjoying the effect he had on me, it meant he was doing something right. He was still only inches away from my face, smiling as I moaned. He pulled away his hand and let them both rest on my hips, I pulled his face back down and nibbled on his bottom lip. He stuck his tongue in ny mouth and let it explore every inch.
We were both breathing heavily when he pulled away and I cuddled into him. He froze, after a few seconds he wrapped his arm around me and tilted my head up to kiss me.
“Does this mean you’ll stay, at least for a little while?” I questioned, almost too quietly to hear. He paused and I almost thought he wouldn’t answer.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Its been a while, but I still don’t trust myself. I let my guard down around you and I was worried sick that I would snap back into soldier mode somehow, plus hasn’t anyone ever told you s'not safe to hide a highly trained assassin in your home?” He responded, lightening the mood.
“Well, Sergeant Barnes-” his eyes met mine immediately and he froze. “-will you give me the honor of risking my job and my clean record by courting and hiding a wanted assassin?”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I smiled and cuddled into him farther.
“Wait, isn’t it the man’s job to court the lady? I’m supposed to 'woo’ you… Apparently I’m being wooed.” He looked adorably confused. I laughed and slammed my lips onto his, shutting him up immediately.
“Ready for round two?” He questioned with the signature Bucky Barnes smirk that I had come to love
I watched her sleeping in my arms and the urge to protect her washed over me. It scared me how easily I fell for her. I mean, thanks to her files, I knew more about her than she probably did. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I was still hesitant, but I can’t keep hiding forever. Its been years since I got out. I can’t keep hiding in my past, or I’ll never get better. After 'round two’ we were both exhausted and she fell asleep almost immediately. Now, she was resting in my arms and I felt safe. I wrapped my arm tighter around her torso and tucked her head under my chin. I fell asleep with one thought on my mind.
I wish you would write a fic where reader and Bucky argue all the time and think the other hates them until they get stuck in a lift in a powercut at stark tower and then they figure out they like each other and make out and/or fuck in the lift.
(So I only did it for a couple, but yeah)
Bucky still has an issue with being touched, no matter how long the two of you have been together. He doesn’t like drawing much attention to himself, so PDA is generally out of the question. But, that doesn’t mean he’s not a fan of cuddles.
They just happen at certain times. Like sleepy Sunday morning cuddles, when the sunlight is peeking through the curtains and the bed is too warm and cosy to even consider getting out of. He’ll curl around your body like a vine, pulling you close and tangling your legs until you’re almost one in the same.
When he wakes, his hair sticking up in random places, he’s the most adorable you’ve ever seen him. Then, there’s after-sex cuddles. Such intimacy means he never really wants to let you go. He’ll lie you across his body, your head on his chest, so he can gently soothe your hair and you can listen to his slowing heartbeat.
To Bucky, cuddling is the most intimate the two of you can be, and for him it’s a kind of validation. A reminder that there’s someone to ground him.
Steve, though uncomfortable in most PG-13 + situations, adores cuddling. Now that he’s finally large enough to be the big spoon, he will never not agree to cuddle with you.
Whether it’s on the couch under a blanket, your head on his lap or his shoulder while you binge watch a TV show together, or in the back of a movie theatre watching a crappy film, pausing in-between half paying attention to makeout like teenagers. He always wants you in his arms, no matter what.
Most importantly, however, his favourite types of cuddles with you are the ones after he comes back from a mission. Usually late at night, you’ll be waiting up for him.
He’ll kiss you softly, gently coaxing you to bed and making love to you with the tender gentleness of a practiced man, then hold you tightly in his arms. A kiss is pressed to your shoulder, and he’ll whisper how much he loves you, quiet and only meant for you.
Lance admittedly is not much for cuddling. Usually when it comes to bedroom shenanigans, he’s in and out and asleep within a good ten minutes, as sad as it may sound.
But, when he’s with a person that he genuinely cares about- even though they are far and few between- he can’t help but want to continuously be around you.
He turns into the super boyfriend when he’s properly smitten; breakfast in bed, flowers brought to you when he takes you out on dates, and of course, cuddles. Continuously, he wakes up from sleep with you wrapped inside his arms, no matter what position the pair of you had started sleeping in. And he can’t help but love it.
Chris was devoid of touch for a long time being up on Ares III, so he takes everything he can get when he’s back at home. Cuddles don’t happen in space, not even at the worst moments.
With a wife and a little boy to care for, he gets double the share of cuddles whenever he chooses. His favourites, without a doubt, are when their son wakes up early in the morning. Granted, his timings have never been quite on schedule with what Chris would have wanted, but can always tell when his son is awake.
Whether it’s the patter of feet around his bedroom, or the sound of something falling (much like his father, he’s ridiculously clumsy). Leaving his lovely wife to sleep in, Chris gets his son and the pair of them go down and make breakfast for Mommy. Flowers and all.
They bring it all up on a tray, their son leaping up onto the bed first and snuggling under the covers like a monster until his head pops up on the other side and he wriggles right into his mom’s arms. And they spend the morning eating a slow breakfast and watching cartoons. Just like they did when they were kids.