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FREAK LIKE ME- J.B BARNES

Pairing:  Boyfriend! Bucky  x  Female! Reader

Word Count: 690

Summary: bucky wants to try something new in the bedroom, wanting to film you so he can watch it during his long missions away from you. lights camera, action…

Warnings: fingering, overstim, smut implied, petnames, swearing, bucky  licks ur cum off his fingers 0_0, daddy kink, subspace, pornography, praise kink

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Dear Followers & to people seeing my post or visiting my blog,

One of my absolute FAVORITE characters in Marvel/Avengers is Bucky Barnes (James Buchanan Barnes).

So in honor of the new show that he is apart of (main caharcter), I really want to write more Bucky Barnes stuff! I love reading him! Even in AUs he's just, UGH. AMAZING! (Also thanks to the amazing writers who have written what I've read ❤)

But even though I have SO many ideas of my own for his character. I'd LOVE for people to send in request for him! Please send in Bucky Barnes requests! You can also send in Carter Baizen (Seb in Gossip Girl), & Jefferson a.k.a Mad Hatter (Seb in Once Upon A Time). Those are characters I know him best as. As for requesting AUs they may take longer cause I have to figure out the different settings (obviously).

But yes anyways please request for Bucky ❤💙🤍🖤

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The Gunslinger Chronicles (6)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

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“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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Part Six - The Dead Don’t Lie 

~~~Then~~~

“It’s a simple objective, get in, retrieve the files, get out.”

You cocked your head like a confused puppy and stared at Agent Hill in bewilderment.

“Agent 12?”

“I don’t understand.” You said slowly.

“We have intel that AIM is working on something dangerous and we need more information. Your job is to sneak inside and download the files off of their computer. Just find a computer and insert this USB, it will do the rest of the work.” She explained for the dozenth time, looking more and more exhausted with every repetition.

“Go in, plug in the USB, and then I blow up the building?” You asked hopefully.

“Gun, no!”

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Not You (one-shot)

Synopsis: Bucky has loved the Reader for three years. She has loved him for two. Both are dumbasses, and Sam is fed up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, SMUT

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex (wrap it up, before doing the devil’s tango), swearing, filth, but like cute and fluffy filth. Filth with emosh.

Word count: 5172

   “What is this?”

   That was not how Bucky Barnes thought his night would go. After leaving the gala where Pepper announced the Black Widow foundation, the ex-Winter Soldier said ‘thank you’ to his date, walked her home and slowly strolled back to the apartment he shared with Sam. Once he got there, he took off the suit and the tie that had been choking him the whole evening, grabbed a hot shower and plopped down into his bed.

   He was surrounded by mountains of pillows and the softest mattress and bedding he’d ever had. After everything he’d been put through, Bucky appreciated soft things. That’s why he loved Y/N so much.

   She was the softest being in the universe, figuratively and literally. The first time they’d met and shook hands (he deliberately stuck out his flesh one, not wanting her to touch the silver-and-red-starred monstrosity), his eyes had widened in disbelief at how soft her skin had been. The handshake lingered a bit longer than needed for a first-time meeting, not to mention how he’d run his thumb over the top of her hand repeatedly.

   “You know, I’m gonna need that back at some point,” Y/N teased him, a mischievous glint sparking up her Y/E/C eyes.

   Bucky’d muttered a quick apology, but she dismissed him. “If you need a longer hug as well, just let me know.”

   And he had. Whenever he’d had a bad day, especially after missions, he’d come to the tower and plop down onto the couch. No matter what she’d be doing, around five to twenty minutes later, Y/N would appear with two hot chocolates in hand. Instantly, Bucky would curl himself against her as her fingers would card through his brown locks, making him feel safe and warm.

   That’s how he had fallen asleep that night - with the gentle thought of Y/N lying next to him and humming a quiet tune. It’s why he was more than surprised to find her banging against his door, fury, hurt and confusion written all over her face.

   “What is this?” she repeated again, pushing a piece of paper towards him.

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Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

Pulling his own intercom from his ear, Bucky let out a sigh. “Hydra used to loan The Winter Soldier out to do freelance work… a way to keep a steady floor of money without using the governments” he leaned over pulling Y/N’s intercom out from her ear as well. “I met Emilia on a loan out both of us were doing. She was going to work from the inside and I was gonna work from the outside making sure she was clear…. Hydra thought we worked so well together that they kept loaning me to her on missions.”

He groaned before fully turning to face Y/N, “Listen… we are both professional agents so I’m just gonna be straight with you L/N. Emilia and The Winter Soldier used to be an item among the Assassin and Ghost community. So when this train lands in Strasbourg we have to be all in 100% to this… we were very….” he struggled with the words to describe the strange relationship.

“Physically forward” Y/N guessed

“For lack of a better word, yes”

“Is that how Clint knows?” she cocked her eyebrow

He nodded before placing his intercom back in his ear. “Something like that”

Following Bucky’s actions. “Did you two have a nice conversation?” Clint’s voice hummed.

“So what was she like?” Y/N moved her head to look back out the window.

“Forward” Bucky immediately shot back

“Is that gonna be our word of the day?” Y/N smirked before letting her thoughts trail for a moment, “If you two were so widely known, are we sure that I’ll pass as Emilia?”

“We’ve got you covered Y/N” Natasha's voice followed in her ear along with the clicking of a keyboard “We wiped all previously known images of Emilia from all possible databases, they’ll have to go with it.”

“Thanks Nat.” “Just doing my job…” Y/N could feel Natasha’s smirk “ we’ll touch base with the two of you in a few days about what to do next. For now, get to the hotel and establish yourselves.” With those last words Natasha and Clint clicked off the intercoms leaving Buck and Y/N by themselves as the train approached its destination. Standing from his spot, Bucky grabbed down both of their bags from the overhead holder before handing one off to Y/N.

“Oof.” she groaned “What did you pack?” she readjusted her grip to hold the bag with one hand,

“The basics” he pulled out a pair of sunglasses for himself before he slipped them on before he took Y/N’s free hand in his leading them off of the train and onto the platform.

Looking around at the platform Y/N took in her surroundings before leaning over to Bucky, “You’ve got fans.” she hummed motioning over to a pack of men seated at the small cafe, they kept looking between her and Bucky, then other to the exit of the platform.

Unlacing his hand from hers, he slung his arm over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “The true welcome for wanted assassins” Y/N smiled chuckling.

“If we leave, are they gonna follow us?” She bent her knees slightly to set the bag she held on the ground before she turned her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck still smiling.

“More than likely.” He glanced around pulling her closer to his form.

“I suppose we have to play along with everything now don’t we?” she leaned up to his ear. “Let the games begin” she unwrapped herself from his form going back to pick up her bag “So what are the chances we get to the hotel without a fight” she laced her free hand back into his.

“About a fifty-fifty chance.” Bucky pulled her towards the exit watching as the group of men stood up from their spot, walking towards them. “Make that thirty-seventy” he glanced over his shoulder,

“How about twenty-eighty” Y/N gripped his hand a bit tighter motioning to the two men who walked directly in front of them.

Gripping her hand back, neither of them said a word as the group of men that surrounded them, brought them to an SUV.

“Is this really necessary?” Bucky huffed as they stopped in front of the vehicle.

“Just get in the car” one man said, taking the bags from Bucky and Y/N’s hands, before Bucky could comment back, Y/N opened the door to the car.

“Oh come on Soldier. What's a little fun?” she chuckled getting into the SUV, with his eyes still trained on the man Bucky climbed into the car.

The two sat in silence snuggled close to one another as Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “You know Barnes, I don’t think I’ve seen you be this touchy with anyone. Even at office parties” she mumbled

“Like I said, very forward…” he hummed. “So did you get a chance to look at how many cars there are?”

“one car in front, two behind,” she tucked herself further into Bucky’s side. “Who did you piss off the last time you were here?”

“That's… a very long list, at least we’re heading to the right hotel” he looked down at Y/N’s hand as he took it in his hand. “Who do we have to thank for the escort?” he spoke to the driver and passenger, never taking his eyes off of Y/N’s hand.

He was only met with silence as the car pulled up to the hotel. Getting out of the car first, the men who had followed them formed almost like a pathway into the hotel, stepping out first Bucky held his hand out for Y/N to help her out.

“Go inside and go to the second conference room to the left” one of the men said.

“And if we don’t?” Bucky challenged

“Go inside” He repeated before Bucky pulled Y/N into his side as they walked into the hotel following the instructions of the goons.

As they approached the conference room Y/N stopped Bucky’s hand before he could open the door.

“What if we’re being made?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she whispered her grip on Bucky’s arm tightening

“We haven’t” he placed a hand over hers

“But what if we’re about to be and whoever this is knows what the real Emilia is like” she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Y/N we’ll be fine” he gave her a soft smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder “You ready?” Y/N nodded to him, as he opened the door.

Creeping into the room, they were met with a chuckle.

“Emilia Carver, I haven’t seen you since you were just a girl.” the voice called.

Eyes flying to the front of the room, they landed on a woman, older, graying dark hair, and cold eyes.

“Dorthy” Y/N breathed out, Bucky’s eyes flickered between Y/N and the woman.

“You know Dorthy Underwood?” Bucky looked between the two.

“Now, now you’re not the only person I’ve been in contact with.” Dottie stood from her spot. “Like I said I haven’t seen her since I was a girl.” walking over to Y/N she pulled her into a hug “I hear my Goddaughter is in town and you think I’m not gonna pay you a visit” she squeezed her shoulders “Now let me take a look at you” pulled away she examined Y/N.

“My Emilia I haven’t seen you since you were ten and now look at you” she took a strand of Y/N’s hair and twirled it around her finger “Such a sophisticated looking young lady, I hope you’ve been treating her well Soldier” Dottie glanced over to Bucky “Because if I hear that you’ve been mistreating my goddaughter, I would be very very unhappy” Bucky stiffened his stance

“He’s treating me just fine” Y/N smiled, eyeing Bucky “I assume you sent the escort, you scared the crap out of us”

“Oh my dear didn’t mean too, now go relax” she turned her attention back to Y/N “I hope the two of you don’t mind I upgraded your room” she smiled. Letting Y/N walk back over to Bucky “The two of you are here on business?” “Yes.” Bucky took Y/N’s hand back in his hand, squeezing it tightly “You as well?” He watched as Dottie nodded “My Emilia would you give me and the Soldier a moment please?”

Stepping out into the hallway Y/N made a mental note to tell Clint and Natasha of Dottie’s presents the next time they spoke.

Watching as Y/N left, Bucky turned his attention back to Dottie who walked over to him. “I mean what I said, just because I haven’t seen her since she was a girl doesn’t mean I don’t still care for Emilia, as I said she is my goddaughter after all” she took the time to look over Bucky’s attire, the classic half leather jacket/vest he donned, she reached up to fix the collar of his jacket. “I know of your relationship with my Goddaughter, how you two have your public relations and your interests together, all I ask… not while I’m in the hotel” she pulled on his collar. “I know that I can’t stop the two of you from whatever it is you want to do” she let go of his jacket walking back over to the other side of the table “but I am always aware…” she motioned to the door that he could go.

As he opened the door to join Y/N in the hallway Dottie called out to him “I hope the two of you will join me for dinner at some point” before he closed the door and led Y/N over to the elevators.

One of the men from before closed on the elevator for them before he spoke “Floor 14” before the door opened and Bucky and Y/N stepped in.

As soon as the doors closed and the two were alone Bucky signaled for Y/N to be quite before he pulled a small device out from his pocket and scanned around the elevator before he stopped it.

“How the fuck do you know Dorthy Underwood?” He turned to Y/N.

“I’ve read the Shield files on her. Did you know that she was Emilia’s Godmother?” Bucky shook his head “Do you think she’s gonna be an issue?” “I hope not, our records show she had no history with the target but we’ll have Nat and Clint double check…. When we get to the room we have to do a bug sweep” Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“This is Emilia’s godmother. Do you really think she’d bug the room?”

“We’re not in the Shield room anymore, besides she's not the only one in the hotel who could be watching us.” Bucky moved to press the button to start the elevator back up.

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After an hour-long sweep of the hotel room, they had found two bugs they couldn’t rid the room of. A microphone and camera placed all the way up on the chandelier of the room. It wasn’t easy pretending to look for bugs the camera noticed but somehow Bucky and Y/N did it.

Relaxing back onto the couch, her legs bend into it as she got cozy, Y/N smiled for the camera signaling over to Bucky, pulling him to her, her hands roamed his chest as she leaned into his ear

“We need to have Nat and Clint track back the bugs, maybe they could disable the mic and put the camera on a loop” she whispered, Bucky let out a chuckle as one of his hand moved to hold her waist and the other went to gently rub circles on with his thumb on her thigh that rested closest to him.

“What you don’t wanna play along anymore Y/N” he joked leaning into her neck,

“I mean unless you wanna play so far along you have to fake fuck me” Bucky’s movement against her thigh came to a halt “Bucky?” she whispered again “Please tell me tha-”

“Like I said Y/N” his voice became so low Y/N could barely hear it “Very public relations” he moved to look her in the eyes.

“Even if there were bugs in the room?!” she quietly shrieked, he just nodded. Y/N let out a small groan resting her forehead against Bucky’s “Its just faking it right?” Bucky nodded again before he spoke.

“We don’t have to Y/N” he started “He cou-”

“No, we gotta make sure this is believable right?” she cut him off

“Y/N…” he grumbled “You have to understand the stuff we would do…. It…” he paused “It could be a lot, and I don’t wanna hurt y-”

Taking his face in her hands, Y/N’s fingers danced along his jaw as she pulled him into a heated kiss shifting to straddle his lap. Pulling away from his reddened lips she leaned back to his ear “I’m an adult Buck, I’ll tell you if it becomes too much” Bucky nodded before recapturing her lips in his.

His hands continued to roam her body before hovering just above her ass as they continued their heated makeout. Y/N pulled her lips from his before moving to kiss down his neck “you know you can squeeze it if you want” she mumbled “If we’re faking this, we might as well give the camera a show”

Taking her word for it, his calloused hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, gripping onto it for dear life as she kissed her way down his neck leaving an array of hickeys in her wake.

Letting out a groan as he heard Y/N lips part from his skin, Bucky moved one hand to hold her by the small of her back and the other to wrap around her leg before he stood.

Letting out a squeak, Y/N kept her face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck sucking a deep purple spot onto it.

Making his way over to the bed, Bucky paused just before his knees hit the edge before he turned around to sit back down, “Do you like this shirt?” he mumbled onto Y/N’s skin.

“What?” she hummed without paying attention.

“Do you like this shirt?” he watched as Y/N struggled to answer the question

“It- it's a shirt I don’t really know ho-” before she could finish his hands reached up to the top collar of her shirt before his grip tightened and ripped it down the back.

Letting out a gasp Y/N recoiled from Bucky’s neck gripping onto the fabric that now struggled to stay upon her shoulders. Taking a few moments to collect her thoughts before she looked at Bucky with a smile on her face struggling off the shirt, leaving her in her bra before she dove back to him, capturing his lips.

Had she known she’d be having fake sex with her hot co-worker she at least would have worn something other than her granny panties and her ratty travel bra.

Placing a hand on her back, Bucky flipped Y/N over so her back was rested on the bed before he started to strip away at his own clothes as Y/N discarded the rest of her’s. She turned to crawl upwards to the headboard, and so she could hide the blush that covered her face knowing that it would only intensify watching Bucky strip.

She was halfway to the head board before she felt the mattress dip and a cool hand on her waist, turning she was met with the casual smirk that rested upon Bucky’s lips. Which were now red and swollen from how hard the two had been kissing before.

Pulling her in for another kiss, Y/N shifted so her back once again rested on the bed before Bucky pulled away, grabbing a cover from the bed and pulling it over the two of them. He moved to her ear whispering softly. “I’m gonna pinch your waist, and that's when your gonna-”

She cut him off “Oh Mr. Winter Soldier sir, you’re so big” she laughed in a fake high pitched voice.

He laughed, dipping his head down to her neck. Her arms wrapped around his form, one going to hold his shoulder and the other to the base of his neck. Feeling the pressure on her waist, Y/N let out a small moan for the camera before burying her face into his neck. Bucky followed after letting out a groan as he started to shift to make it look like the bed was moving ever so slightly.

This motion continued for a few moments before Bucky let out a frustrated groan in Y/N’s ear.

“Buck are yo-”

“Don’t talk Y/N” he mumbled

“Bu-” she tried to continue

“Fuck it!” he hummed “I’m just gonna fuck you” his voice deepened

“What?!” she shifted

“Y/N, I like you… and this” he groaned again at the thought “Do you like me too because I really like you and I would be lying to myself if I said that I haven’t thought of beneath me like this but if you don’t like me and I have to continue to fake this then-”

“James.” she stopped him moving to hold his jaw “I trust you” she smiled widely.

“Great” before either of them could utter another word Bucky’s head dipped down to devour her lips as his hand moved to tear away at her bra and panties. Earning another gasp from Y/N, taking the opportunity at hand Bucky’s tongue explored Y/N’s mouth. A low moan came from the Bucky as he took in everything.

Her body.

Her scent.

Her taste.

Everything.

One hand was brought up to cup her face as the cool metal of the other trailed down between her legs, lightly ghosting over her heat before they slowly circled her clit.

Letting out a breathless moan Y/N’s hands gripped at Bucky’s shoulder.

“Buck please…” she whined into their kiss “I need you” she pulled away to rest her head against his.

Letting out a chuckle he nodded, moving to sit up he slid his boxers down, allowing Y/N to throw the remains of her bra and panties from the bed. As soon as Bucky had thrown his boxers off he leaned back down, attacking Y/N’s neck, and teasing her heat. Letting her slick coat his dick before he whispered in his ear.

“Remember what I said earlier, if its too much-” She shook her head “I believe those were my words” she hummed placing a light peck upon his lips. “Show me what I’ve been missing soldier”

A smile graced his lips as he bent back down to support his weight on one arm before he guided himself into her entrance, slowly.

Groans and moans filled the air as they adjusted to the new feeling each was given. Y/N’s hands squeezed at Bucky’s shoulders as she tried to relax onto his size, and Bucky’s head hung low kissing along Y/N’s neck as he was overcome with the feeling of plush and warmth.

“Are you okay” he kissed the shell of her ear as she nodded “Are you sure”

“Y-yeah” she stuttered “You-....You’re just…. A lot” she hummed trying to form words, she could feel Bucky smile against her skin as one of her hands moved to tangle her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. She would never tell this to Bucky’s face but she almost missed his long hair… the thought of gripping onto it as he made her feel euphoric.

“Y/N?” she was pulled out of her haze when Bucky whispered her name, lightly kissing along her jaw. “Are you still with me Sugar?”

A smile overtook her lips at the nickname before she spoke. “I’ve never been better” she pulled him back in for a kiss.

Growing bold, she moved her legs from framing his waist to wrapping around it and locking at the ankles before she pulled him even closer, allowing him to bottom out.

“Fuck!” ripped itself from Bucky’s throat as he pulled away from their kiss resting his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you….you” he chuckled slowly, almost painfully pulled his hips back from her before snapping them back into her.

Moans tore out from both of their mouths as he rocked back and forth into Y/N, her grip at his waist tightening with every thrust. His metal arm rested her hip bone lightly holding it down as the other went to tangle itself into the hair at Y/N scalp lightly tugging at it.

“If I had know… that fake fucking… Oh SHIT!” Y/N moaned as his vibranium hand moved from her hip to circle her clit.

“You were saying Sugar?” he smirked with a shit eating grin

“Fuck Bucky!” she moved to bury her head into the crook of his neck “Oh god Buck, don’t… god don’t stop please” she whined into his neck.

“I don’t intend to do” he kissed the side of his head, resting his head against hers.

Y/N’s feet moved to unlock her ankles before sliding down to his ass, feeling, guiding him as he fucked into her. As if she could pull him even closer if it were possible.

As Bucky’s actions continued his thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his end, moving his hand to pinch at Y/N’s clit a scream ripped from her throat.

“I wanna feel you Sugar” he hummed as Y/N let her orgasm wash over her, Bucky moaned feeling the way her body shuddered beneath him as her heat clenched around his dick before his end overtook him as he gave one more thrust into Y/N.

Pulling his face away from her, he moved his hand from her hair to cup her jaw, prying her away from his shoulder. He entangled their lips into a soft kiss, allowing both of them to slowly come down from their highs before he pulled out of her and collapsed at her side. His arms moved to wrap around her waist tugging her into his body he continued to kiss down her neck and shoulders as Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders to steady her racing head. She chuckled.

“What were you gonna say earlier Sugar?” he hummed as he kissed back up her shoulders and neck.

Moving to rest her head against his chest she snuggled into him before she whispered “Well I was going to say, if I had known that a mission like this would lead to fake fucking, lead to real fucking… I would have requested a mission like this from Fury a while ago”

He laughed, moving to adjust a few pillows under their heads.

“I hope whoever’s listening and watching had as much fun of a time as we did” Y/N laughed at his words before her eye’s closed, as she drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to himself Bucky traced a pattern along Y/N shoulder as she slept, chuckling before he too closed his eyes. His final thought before sleep overtook him was that this was going to be an interesting mission after all.

Two Souls

Title: Two Souls

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Shuri, Princess of Wakanda

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, snuggling & cuddling, fluff, scenting, true mates, protective Bucky/Winter Soldier, pregnant omega, mentions of attempted kidnapping

Summary: Bucky Barnes and the winter soldier are your mate. Life with them is easy cause none of them would ever let anyone hurt you.

Word Count: 2k

Square Filled: a/b/o for @marvelfluffbingo​​​​​ (marvelfluffbingo2021) 

Marvel Fluff Bingo 2021

Divider by @writeyourmindaway-deactivated20​

“He needs you,” nuzzling your neck with his nose Bucky sighs deeply. “I can feel him claw his way out of my mind. I need to let him out or he’ll go feral and drag me with him.”

“It’s okay, he’s my mate too, Bucky,” you purr, gently sliding your fingers through his shaggy hair. “I’m not afraid anymore and he would never hurt me.” kissing you fiercely Bucky moans against you, purrs low in his throat before he lets go, steps back to let his other self-take over.

“Omega,” his deep voice indicates the winter soldier broke through. Immediately he buries his face in your neck, inhales your scent deeply to calm. “My omega, my love-“ he growls, eyes searching yours for confirmation.

“Alpha,” you whimper, scenting your other alpha. No one would believe you but it’s a matter of fact, the soldier smells different. He sounds different, feels different – he is a different person but at the same time, he’s your mate.

“You’re safe?” humming you watch the soldier lie next to you, just looking you all over, waiting, hoping you’ll accept his presence. He’s careful now, almost afraid to hurt you. “Didn’t hurt you?”

“No, soldier,” moving closer you kiss his lips, slide your fingers gently through his hair, just like you did with Bucky not moments ago. “I’m safe with you, alpha,” he grunts but nods in agreement.

Years ago, when he first broke through the walls in Bucky’s mind, the walls, Shuri created, he was like a feral animal, tried to kidnap and claim you, but oddly, he calmed the moment he saw the mark on your neck, the one his other self left months before the incident.

“Mine,” he states, now placing his hand on the small of your back. He waits, snarling silently as you caress his face, neck, and metal arm. “My omega,” he happily hums, just sniffing at your hair. “Good.”

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Alpha!Bucky, The Winter Soldier (still brainwashed) have found their Omega!reader, their true mate/soulmate on their one of the mission. & Have bought them to their base & promised protection and care. But when hydra try to use their Omega as a tool to control him. They get to know why he is the deadliest asset on earth. & This maybe leads to their freedom!?!!.

They thought that part of him had been erased. He was an alpha who still had every tendency to go into ruts and need a set of holes to fuck to get him through, but they didn’t think The Winter Soldier could have a mate.

They didn’t think the Winter Soldier could come across an omega who was their destined life partner until he came across a scientist working under Tony Stark’s direction, that he had been proven wrong.

It was a simple mission, get in and kill the target, leave no witnesses. It was simple, and he had done his job, however, when it came to leaving no witnesses, that is where he struggled.

It was the scent that called to him first. It was apple blossoms and lilacs, vanilla and citrus that had spoken to him through the abandoned lab. An omega was here, and that omega’s scent was driving him to capture and possess. That omega’s scent was driving him to abandon his mission and take that omega for his own.

“Please!” The little omega cried. “Please don’t kill me!”

The Winter Soldier was an animal. He was an alpha who was brutal and deadly to anyone who crossed his path. Perhaps though, he had the opportunity to have one ounce of softness to himself.

Perhaps he could keep the omega as his pet, his little glimmer of light in this fucked up world.

“Mine.” The omega was yanked from the floor and thrown over his shoulder before he stalked out of the lab, leaving no trace that he was ever there.

When he returned to the transport vehicle, with an omega over his shoulder, they knew better than to question him. They knew better than to try and barter with the deadly assassin.

He was an alpha in possession of his true mate, and even the omega, who had been taken against their will, was silent. She was clinging to him, scared of the alpha but also understanding that he would keep her safe.

Relatively anyway.

“Soldat-“

“Mine.” His metal hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to hurt you. “Omega is mine.”

He felt you shudder beneath his touch. He felt your shiver as his metal fingers flexed, and you were driven by desire and fear. Your scent had spiked and changed, caused by the thickness of his trapped erection, driven by the hardness of his chest and his breath caressing your neck as he mumbled a sweet yet possessive phrase in Russian that nearly made your knees buckle.

“Take the omega-“ The Winter Soldier jerked you back into his chest, his right arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you trapped against him.

“Allow the Winter Soldier to escort his omega back to his-“

“I’m going to take care of you.” The Winter Soldier nipped at your neck. “My omega.”

He was your solace and your menace. He was the alpha who took you apart, put you back together again, and made every inch of you quake with fear.

You were his, and he was yours. But there was something not quite natural about him. There was something convoluted about his scent, something altered, yet it somehow still brought you comfort.

You had bared his mark for the last three weeks, and in the previous three weeks, there was something domestic about the relationship that was marred.

You were trapped, and he brought you small gifts.

You were held captive, and he mumbled in soft Russian as he fucked you.

He was your protector, and your alpha. He also kept you under his thumb.

At least, the organization that had him under their thumb had promised to protect you for the sake of keeping him in a good mood.

And they had, at first.

And then he failed, and you were punished. They had inflicted immense pain on you while they made him watch. They had imposed pain on you while he was trapped beneath cuffs as if they would stop him.

“Alpha!” You screamed his name, or rather his title. “Alpha!”

“He failed-“ the sound that followed was animalistic and primordial at best. The sound that had ripped from his throat had scared them, and they were scrambling to get him under control when the cuffs broke.

The first SNAP had rung in your head, easing your pain through the bond you’d made.

“Get him-!” The second SNAP had pulled a whine from you, a broken and pathetic cry that came from a place of need; of desperation for your alpha.

“Don’t make me-“ there was chaos all around you. Chaos and the sounds of screaming, the sound of sharp cracking that came from broken bones, went before the ominous and visceral warning that anyone left alive and in workable health was to leave.

When the room fell silent, you felt him. When the room grew eerily still, you heard him. His hands were on you, his arms holding you against his chest as he stepped over broken and lifeless bodies.

“Alpha,” you crooned, any fear replaced with relief, “alpha…”

“Omega,” he spared you a glance, electric blue eyes boring into you, “we’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?”

His lips twitched and a small, barely noticeable smirk crossed his face. “We’re going to find ourselves a home.”

Sadly yes, 99.9% of them are murders. Do I care? No I don’t.

Y/N looking @ all her fictional crushes: It's just theres something about them.....

Friend: Oh well they're cute.

Y/N whispers something in their ear

Friend: THEY'RE MURDERERS!!!!

The men:

The Mind of  a Broken Soldier (Leave Me Be, Chapter 2 )

Hello People of Tumblr ! It’s ya girl Hazel ! I am back again with another chapter which i am 100% sure NOBODY request it because nobody requested this story in the first place but i’m still continuing it because i feel like it. I was planning on continuing this story and give sly nods to WandaVision and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier here and there along the way. Not in this chapter but... maybe on future chapters. But I’ll see how this one goes and where my idea leads me to.

So you need to read Chapter 1 to be able to understand this chapter properly because this chapter is solely Bucky’s point of view of the reader and some random thoughts. I love reading novels and love their style of writing hence i aspire to write a decent and proper story fanfiction. I mean when you read some books, there will be several chapters viewed from that other characters’ perspective so i decided to implement that style to my story. 

So once again, thank you so much if you decided to pop by, read it and love it. Don’t be shy to pop by my message box to share some ideas you have or maybe you just wanna vibe together, I’d love to do that with you guys too. But please please please don’t be mean if you don’t like it. FYI, this chapter is slightly shorter than the first chapter. Love, Hazel .

Disclaimer: No disclaimer or any warnings. But definitely do me and yourself a favour and check out Chapter 1 so you can properly comprehend this chapter with ease :) 

Characters : Bucky x Reader; teeny weeny mention of Sam :)

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“Look man, I know we don’t really see eye to eye but I call to check on her…How’s she doin’?” Sam heaved a sigh of empathy from across the line.

I tightened my grip upon the thin, slick and smooth communication tool which now known as smartphone that I hadn’t had the chance to acquaint with. I let out a sigh of desperation, desperate of ways to haul her from the rabbit hole she’s now falling into. My fingers combing through my unruly long hair that’s bundled up in a disheveled bun. A bad habit of mine when I’m in desperation and anxiety.

“It’s been a week since Steve walked out from her life and if I’m being honest, Sam, she’s not doing very well. She’s…she’s been nestled up in her room since then.” I heaved another sigh of despair, my right human arm gripping the kitchen counter tightly in effort to prop myself while the other man-made hand still latched onto the phone.

“I even had to force feed her just to keep her alive for god sake.” I asserted whilst rubbing my right eye with the heel of my right human hand and quietly strutting towards her door. Leaning my side against the stark beige wooden door, plopping my ear against it to silently eavesdrop, just like how I had done countless times to check on her well-being without having to barge into the door. Soft whimper gradually shifted into muffled sobs. I closed my eyes, let my head hung low as if my neck was already tired enough to brace the weight of obstacles and desperation that merge into one and let out a long exhale.

“Gotta go, Sam… I’ll call you back.” I lowered my voice into mutter and hung up.

Even though I had known Steve for so many years, sometimes I still couldn’t decipher what’s in head. Recalling back to the 40s, way before he and I even considered enlisted into the army, women would always prefer me over Steve to take me out as their dancing partner when we’re at the bar. I felt bad for him and he’d sometimes complained that if only there’s the one out there who would see him through his frail and tiny stature. Seventy three years later, he abandoned the woman who’s been through with him through thick and thin, put up with his stupid decisions and god knows what more for eight years, for Peggy.

The woman whom he knew for only two years and only dated briefly.

The woman whom he’d share his infatuation and obsession with.

The woman he met at the army who didn’t even spare him a glance…not until after he’s gone through physical changes then eventually decided to give him a chance.

I wouldn’t even consider that as official if they only exchange flirting and longing glances at the office…

bar… 

and even Howard Stark’s Lab.

Clasping my hand upon the door handle, I levered it down and pushed open the door generating soft creaking from the hinge. I tiptoed my way in and left the door ajar. There she was… dressed down in only white camisole and panties while curled up in a fetal position upon the bed which was a bit too spacious now for a single person. Her back facing towards me, shoulders quivering from muffling her own sobs into whimper. 

Oh Steve… what have you done…

I slowly crept my way towards her and slowly sank myself on the bed. I was hesitant to lay next to her but I tried to push that thought away considering her mental health was already at stake. If I left her untended, she might eventually spiraled into deep depression and she’s already halfway there. So I laid next to her, draped my arm over her frail, delicate and small body to hold her close as if sheltering her from her own whirlpool of emotions . While offering her the comfort of silence, my mind wander off to how on earth Wanda dealt with her own grief… poor kid not only lost her significant other but also her twin brother and parents as I was informed by Sam. My train of thought was halted when I heard her croaked a rhetorical question, 

“H-h-he’s not coming back, is he? Did that prick even try second guessing his decisions?”

I wish I could do more than being her shoulder to cry on and dragging Steve back by the ear. That punk really took all the stupid with him. I contemplated whether I should say something decent to comfort and lift her spirit but I retracted. “I’m sorry, Doll… “ Were the only words I could muster from my still-healing disrupted mind. After Hydra’s infamous torturous events and being sent away to Wakanda to get my mind fixed. I found that I had difficulties of expressing my thought and feelings emotionally from the years of being over-electrocuted and memory-wiped conducted by Hydra, more strenuous than my old self. Not that I couldn’t do it but I realized it took more time to do so.

But even so I still try to rack my brain, dig deeper to find something nice to say; to make myself feel a tad better for at least doing something good in my life for once after the horrendous past, to at least counteract all those gruesome dirty work I unconsciously did to the others.

“I tried talking some sense into him, but he was very adamant of his decision. That punk…I’m really sorry…” i tried to string those words together carefully, worried that one step further or slight wrong move might set the fire ablaze even more. At this point, I was scared considering I had never connected to women emotionally. Sure I’d dated many women back in the 40s, but never considered them seriously… Now I know how it felt to wear their shoes, to know how it felt to be ditched and forgotten, even though I didn’t experience it firsthand.

Running out of options and words to say, I scooted closer whilst tightened my embrace and inhaling her scent, a hint of fresh bed linen and lavender; Steve hates it when women used too much perfume to the point it’s suffocating. I remember he’d always complained about the atrocious penetrating smell of perfume whenever we walked past the women at the bar.

“Doll… tell me what to do… I can’t bear seeing you breaking apart like this and I am running out of ways to numb your pain…” I consoled.

I used to be a good pep talker, a great one even; constantly spewing encouragement and lending a piece of advice or two to Steve. But I guess I had to shift my roles and be the good listener instead.

I did not expect her to open her heart and confide everything, as if she was confessing everything to me. I could only fervently listen to her anguish secrets that had been tormenting and keeping her awake. I felt really bad for the insecurity and self- doubt she had to endure these past years. Constant comparison with Peggy and doubting herself; nevertheless, she still fought her way to prove her worth… such strenuous and tenacious effort just to keep Steve’s attention to her…

Oh Steve… if only you’re in my position now, you’d know how much effort it took for her to keep up with your fantasy. They said love is full of sacrifices but not as much sacrifice from one side, both sides needed to make equal sacrifices to make things work, if one sacrifices too much, they’d weaken because they’re giving out too much and eventually died, just like her.

I knew Steve was always oblivious with things, but never as horrid as this. My heart sympathized and mourned for her. Eight years of relationship that she fought so hard to keep slipped out of her hands just like that.

“I-i-i-it h-h-h-urts, Buck… it hurts…He’s my first love, first kiss and…”

I felt her body shook under my embrace. No longer able to withstand her emotional suffer, I tried to soothe and lull her to sleep.

“I know, Doll. But I promise you’ll get through it, I promise to be with you every step of the way. We will get through it. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to walk out this door, not until you kick me out because you’re so sick of looking at my face. You have my word, Doll. I am staying.” I promised.

I promised myself I’d be there to pick up the pieces regardless of any circumstances, because it’s the right thing to do. I’d be there to hoist her up when no one else could. i’m doing what a good friend would do... It’s the right thing to do … Right? 

cursed

summary: Bucky is trapped with you after activating a curse, and the time you spend together waiting for it to be broken proves to be quite revealing.

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

words: +2k

warnings: nothing i think, just a few mean words maybe. also, English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes!

note: i don't think i like the way this came out, so i'll probably re-write tomorrow morning. there's just something that still doesn't fits me. but if you like it, please let me know! i really love reading your comments, it's kinda inspiring. <3

The hallway was silent as Bucky turned the corner, having spent several minutes walking from his own room. Tony, Natasha and you had just returned from a mission with not very good news, considering that the one you wanted to capture had easily escaped by setting a rather clever trap for you, which was the least you could expect from a sorcerer.

However, that was all Bucky heard. Steve had communicated with him as soon as they had all arrived, informing him that they would be in the meeting room and that he should also attend as there was an important matter to discuss. But Bucky wasn't too concerned about that, and instead asked him about you.

“Oh,” Steve had blurted out, confused by Bucky's strange need to know about you; normally he was quite reserved and discreet, “She's not coming, she's in her room. But don't even think about-”

Bucky suddenly felt strange, agonising nerves coursing through his body. Had something happened to you? Were you hurt? No, you would have been taken to the medical wing. Then again... you might as well have come from there. Worry bloomed in his chest and he felt dizzy for a few seconds. Seconds in which Steve continued to talk to him about something, maybe about the meeting, but about what Bucky hadn't heard at all.

“Okay. Thanks, Steve!”

And he hung up on him.

Immediately, Bucky started on his way to your room in the Complex, which wasn't too far from his. For some reason, the closer he got, a sense of anticipation grew in his chest in a rush. He had never stopped to think about it, neither at that moment nor the other bunch of times it had happened to him, ignoring the feeling as if it were a normal, everyday occurrence.

Now, he approached your room, whose door was ajar, and he could clearly hear you insulting someone from a distance.

His metal hand lightly touched the door, moving it without making a sound. He watched you with your back to him, your hands in your hair and your posture tense and irritated. You let out a sigh, rather sharply, for which Bucky arched an eyebrow.

Bucky approached, and with his blessedly quiet footsteps as quiet as a butterfly's flutter, you didn't notice he'd come in and gotten so close until you felt a hand rest on the skin of your forearm.

You tensed.

A hand, it was touching you.

You turned suddenly, at the same time gripping the wrist of Bucky's right hand with a little more force than normal. The man was a little taken aback, frowning at your rudeness and, moreover, at the hostile way in which your gaze rested on his.

You didn't let go and simply stared at his raised eyebrows and strangely defensive posture. He seemed too surprised to formulate a word.

“What the hell did you do?” you hissed angrily and between your teeth, in a tone that sent a shiver up and down Bucky's spine. Suddenly, he felt cornered and helpless in a corner with no way to defend himself.

“What do you mean, what did I do?” he asked in confusion, his face contorting in shock the tighter you tightened your grip on his wrist.

Bucky feigned to pull his hand away, to try to wriggle away from your predatory stance that made him feel disarmed and helpless. You had never seen him in such a... savagely wrathful manner. His thoughts turned to your last conversation, to the last time you saw each other, trying to decipher whether he had done something wrong. Or if, during the days you were gone, he did something that could cause you to be so defensive of him.

But you didn't allow him to pull his hand away. It became a game of tug and pull, where you wouldn't let him leave your touch even though it seemed like you'd rather have him more than a mile away, or not see him again for days at a time.

“What are you doing?”

“Me?” you replied incredulously, and your expression grew much more quizzical if that was even possible, “What are you doing, you big idiot? Did you think it was fun to come and do that?”

“Do what?” Bucky replied, but for some reason he felt he was only making things worse with his questions, digging his own grave, “I just wanted to come and see if you were alright.”

“Oh yeah? And do I look okay to you? Do I look okay to you with this?”

You squeezed his wrist once more and Bucky cringed under your gaze. Okay, this exceeded any outlandish situation he'd ever been in before today.

“I don't understand what's wrong with you, but I didn't do anything wrong,” Bucky tried to defend himself, but his words felt like he was trying to put out a fire with a piece of cardboard, “If you're upset about the donuts, it was Clint who ate them. And I found out when they were out of the fridge. Or I would have stopped it, I swear.”

You frowned, your grip softening a little.

“Clint ate my donuts?”

“Isn't that why you're upset?”

“No, you idiot! It's because you're here... touching me! How did you even think of that?”

Bucky couldn't make sense of your exaltation. Since when was him doing that bad? He tried to think back to something he might have done wrong to suddenly want to chase him away like that, but there was nothing....

You let out a snort and kept a firm grip on his wrist, which was still on your forearm, his hands wrapped around it in fear.

“I think Steve must have been pretty clear when he told you.”

What?

“When he told me what?”

You arched an eyebrow. Steve hadn't told him? No, he said he would talk to him to tell him as soon as he left your room, as well as informing him about the emergency meeting they were going to have with the rest of the team.

“Bucky!”

An exalted exclamation from the aforementioned. Steve. You and Bucky turned to see the blond standing in the doorway, watching Bucky's grip on your forearm. A forbidden grip at the moment.

“What did you do?” he spoke again, this time in a reproachful tone, “I told you she was cursed, Bucky!”

Cursed?

“The sorcerer they were facing captured her. He cast a spell on her saying that, the next person to have contact with her, however fleeting, would fall into a deep sleep as they drifted away from her touch.”

Oh.

Oh.

“The meeting we called was to inform everyone, and because Tony decided to call Strange, but you,” he pointed at him with narrowed eyes, “I told you earlier on the phone because I knew you'd come running and be reckless. How the hell didn't you listen to me?”

Bucky didn't answer him. The truth was, he had a habit of not listening to what Steve told him, especially when it came to not doing something. Sometimes he did it on purpose, sometimes he didn't, like this time.

“Now,” you took your turn to speak, in the same tone of voice, reprimanding him just as Steve had, “you can't let go of me until Strange gets here.”

Bucky nodded his head once, not looking you in the eye. A sense of shame came over him, and for the first time he decided he had listened to Steve.

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You had sat on the floor of your room minutes later. Steve had left, telling you FRIDAY or Tony would let you know when Stephen arrived, and warned Bucky again what would happen to him if he ever let you go.

But there was no need, it had already been made abundantly clear to him.

Now you were in a rather awkward silence. You kept looking angry, and every time your annoyed gaze met his, Bucky would direct it elsewhere in the room, pretending that your posters were something to admire or that the trees outside the window had some profoundly interesting mystery to solve.

But he didn't dare speak to you.

That's why you decided to take pity on him.

“Sam told me that on Saturday you accompanied him to see a game.”

Bucky looked sideways at you, crestfallen. His throat made a sound of affirmation before he looked down again.

“I didn't know you liked football,” you continued.

“I don't,” he finally replied. He let out a sigh and his hand on your forearm tensed slightly, “I just wanted him to leave me alone. That was the only way.”

“Yeah, you know Sam's always badgering you with outlets to irritate you, but he never expects you to actually accept, do you?”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you.

“Just the same, it was a nice gesture that you decided to go along with him.”

“It wasn't an at-will decision, I was tired of him asking me every few minutes if I wanted to go to a club or climb a mountain,” he blurted out gruffly, his features retracting in annoyance, “I was overwhelmed. He coerced me indirectly.”

You let out a chuckle at his choice of words, and you found the sulky way in which he tried to defend his stance of not putting up with Sam and his presence under any circumstances too funny.

“I think deep down you enjoyed it.”

Bucky let out a snort, followed by a wry laugh. He shook his head and his gaze returned to the trees.

“There's nothing fun about going to a bar to watch a simple football game. We didn't even have to go out, we have a TV here.”

You curved your lips into a smile, watching his frown.

“So you applied the law of ice to him.”

“What he deserved.”

“What he deserved for wanting to get along with you?”

“For screwing with me. You said so yourself.”

You let out a laugh, now strangely nervous at his meek way of getting irritated when it came to Sam. Ever since Falcon had told you that he'd dragged Bucky to watch a game with him after weeks of bugging him about it, you couldn't stop a thought from running freely through your head: if you'd asked him, would he have said yes? You had a good relationship, or at least you thought Bucky tolerated you, but you didn't know if he'd go so far as to agree to a date with you.

Especially knowing what that meant or, to your misfortune, that he would ignore it altogether.

His tense posture prevented you from asking him that question.

“Maybe you would have felt more comfortable on the mountain.”

Bucky took a deep breath, as if to imagine the scenario for a moment.

“I think it would have been better with anyone else.”

Your heart leapt.

“Anyone?”

Bucky shrugged.

“Steve, probably.”

“Oh,” you blurted out heavily, your shoulders slumping noticeably.

Bucky watched you in the silence, his eyes deliberately scanning the features of your face. He then decided to take the initiative to start the conversation this time.

“So, someone cast a spell on you.”

No, not like that, you idiot.

You frowned, shaking your head slowly in a nod.

“Yes, a sorcerer,” you replied sarcastically and amused, a smile dancing on your lips.

Bucky nodded.

“With magic,” you let out a laugh, “And it was my first time in case you were wondering too.”

Bucky sighed. His metal hand moved to rest behind his neck in a nervous gesture.

“I'm sorry, it's just that we hardly ever spend time alone. This is... weird.”

You scowled at him, again, and Bucky jumped in place running over his words.

“I didn't- I didn't mean it that way. I meant that- that we hadn't been the two of us before... like this, and we don't know each other. I mean, we do know each other, but we don't know each other very well, and this-this...”

The smile you flashed shut him up, pursing his lips in a frustrated gesture.

“Even if it wasn't like this before, I did look for moments to have alone time with you,” he blurted out suddenly, surprising himself.

You watched him frowningly, your shoulders squared with the tension of uncertainty. Your chest puffed out with a deep breath in surprise at his words.

Bucky wasn't lying. You mean, he would never say something like that just to say it.

Wouldn't he?

“Are you serious?” you couldn't help but ask.

Bucky licked his bottom lip, suddenly feeling the room shrink around him.

“Yes,” he blurted out, feigning a nonchalant tone, shifting his shoulders to emphasise his intent.

Suddenly, you felt bold, and decided to take the risk.

“So, if I had invited you instead of Sam, would you have said yes?”

“Of course,” Bucky replied without hesitation.

Your eyebrows rose, surprising you for what felt like the third time that afternoon. Bucky was watching you expectantly, nervous and looking rather out of place.

“Then maybe we could go out this weekend,” you suggested, unsure and testing a possibility.

Bucky didn't respond instantly, and with each passing second, the atmosphere grew a little more tense, or at least you felt that way. When your smile had almost disappeared completely, Bucky began to shake his head in assent.

“As long as it's not to watch a game,” he joked, and you felt your shoulders lighten once more.

You let out a laugh.

“I was thinking more like a restaurant.”

“A restaurant sounds good.”

“Thai food?”

“Okay.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes locked on yours. You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle the huge grin that wanted to plaster itself on your face, and Bucky's grip on your forearm suddenly felt more familiar and less rigid.

“Hey,” Tony's voice echoed through the speakers, “If you two are done flirting, Strange is here. He's heading over there right now.”

You felt your cheeks flush, but the fact that Bucky only smiled openly and spontaneously brought a warmth to your chest that made you feel more comfortable. And now you had a date with him.

Wow, who knew? All it took was a curse.

Control Room

Summary: Bucky’s voice is in your ear, instructing you while the camera rolls; every move is his to command.

Pairings           : Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) x Female Reader

Note                 : sex tape, masturbation, domination

The low hum of the camera filled the dimly lit room, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets that lay beneath you. Bucky's voice came through the earpiece, smooth and commanding, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, igniting a fire deep within.

“Alright, doll, you ready for this?” His tone was low, a dangerous mix of anticipation and raw lust that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. There was something about the way he said doll that made your heart race. Bucky had that effect on you—like he could light you up from across the room, making every nerve sing with desire. “Let’s do it.”

“Good.” He chuckled softly, the sound like a rumble of thunder in the distance. “Now, let’s start slow. I want you to tease the camera for me. Show me what you’ve got.”

You shifted, letting the soft sheets slide against your skin, exposing your body to the lens. The way Bucky watched you felt like a thousand eyes on you at once, but it was only his. You could feel the heat radiating from him, even through the earpiece, and you could practically see the way his dark blue eyes would be glimmering with desire.

“Show me that pretty face of yours, babe,” he urged, the gravel in his voice sending another wave of heat through your core. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as you arched your back slightly, lifting your chest for the camera.

“That’s it, just like that. You look so good when you’re trying to please me,” he growled, and you could hear the slight hitch in his breath. It was music to your ears, knowing that you could bring him to the edge with just a look.

“Now, touch yourself for me,” he commanded, and it was less of a request and more of a demand. You couldn’t help but obey, feeling every bit the submissive under his watchful gaze. Your fingers trailed slowly down your body, teasingly lingering at your thighs before moving to your center, where the heat pooled, begging for release.

“Fuck, just like that. Keep going, don’t stop,” he said, his voice thick with lust, each word dripping with need. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation and the sound of his voice.

As your fingers moved with purpose, you could feel his eyes on you—every touch was amplified, every moment stretched out, suffocating with anticipation. “Bucky…” you breathed, not sure if you were begging or pleading.

“Keep it up, baby. I want you to feel every second of this. I’m right here, watching you, and I won’t take my eyes off you.”

You could hear the way his breath quickened, matching the rhythm of your fingers. It pushed you further, igniting something primal inside you, fueling the fire that was building. You knew he was waiting, just a heartbeat away from the edge, ready to take you where he wanted.

“Now, get on your knees,” he ordered, the authority in his voice sending a thrill down your spine. You obeyed without hesitation, moving smoothly to position yourself, the cool air brushing against your heated skin. “Good girl. Now, look up at the camera while you play.”

Your heart raced as you complied, the sight of your flushed cheeks reflected in the lens pushing you to the brink. You could hear the low growl from him, and it sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Bucky…” you whined, desperate for more, for him. “I need you.”

“I know, babe. Just hang tight for me. We’re just getting started.”

With that, he instructed you to switch positions, wanting to take full advantage of the two hours you had set aside for this. “Let’s see you ride that pillow. I want to watch you grind.”

As you shifted again, a wave of confidence surged through you. You positioned yourself over the pillow, feeling the plushness beneath you, imagining it was Bucky’s body instead. You moved slowly at first, teasingly, just like he liked it, but the growing need inside you pushed you to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, just like that. Feel that pressure building? I want you to let go when I tell you to.”

His voice was a tether, holding you close while pulling you deeper into that spiral of desire. You could almost feel his hands gripping your hips, guiding you along, but all you had was the pillow and the sweet promise of his words.

“Now, faster,” he commanded, and you obeyed, the sounds of skin against fabric filling the room. You felt your body respond, heat pooling and building as you chased that sweet release, and Bucky’s breath quickened in your ear.

“Almost there, babe. I can feel you getting close. Just a little more, don’t stop.”

The tension in the air thickened, coiling tighter around you as you desperately chased the edge. “Bucky! I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Then don’t. Let go for me. Now.”

You obeyed, crashing over the precipice he’d crafted with his words and that commanding presence of his. Pleasure shot through you like fireworks, your body quaking in delight as Bucky’s voice drummed in your ear, urging you on, coaxing every ounce of ecstasy from you.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you could hear the satisfaction in his tone. “That’s it. You did so well.”

As your body calmed, you leaned back against the pillows, panting, heart racing. Bucky’s next command was already on the horizon, and you could feel your anticipation building once more.

“Alright, baby, let’s switch it up. Now, I want you to lay back, and I’m going to take control.”

With that, the room filled with a new wave of heat, and you knew the next hour would be even more intense, just as he wanted. The camera rolled, capturing every second of Bucky's relentless hunger for you.

Shattered Glass part 2

Ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: curse words, mentions of blood, a really angsty reader.

Summary: You and Bucky have been together for three years now, you don’t understand how he could break your heart the way he did when you found him in your bed, but not alone.

You slept your whole day away on the first day you took off, to forget. But, the next day you knew you had to try to lighten yourself up. Your closet was a mess, it still contained Bucky’s things.

Before dressing up for the day you shoved the rest of his clothes in the abandoned box in your room so you didn’t have to constantly look at them.

Except one; his red shirt. You loved to sleep in it, you didn’t think he’d realize it’s missing. After shoving it somewhere you go back to your closet and pull out an old black hoodie with gray fitting sweatpants to go with a blue shirt with a red star in the middle. You honestly didn’t care what you looked like.

after putting on some light make up you made your way out the door and to the mall. It was your place of healing.

You marched into the nearest store and looked through the dresses.

You wished Nat was here with you, she was the best at picking out outfits that you would enjoy. Plus, she always made you smile.

There was a lot to choose from in the dress section; red ones, black ones, and gray ones, but one caught your gaze. You felt like you were seeing red. It was a short mid thigh length blue dress with a white collar, the exact same dress you last saw your mother in last.

You quickly shook your head, deciding it was the wrong choice to leave your apartment and went home. You had work to do tomorrow. ____________________

Walking into stark industries wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was seeing everyone’s knowing glances. Tony had given you a quick hug and kiss on the head. Clint squeezed your shoulder, and Sam did the same. Wanda looked at you and read what happened in your head and then frowned. Natasha snuggled you with hugs then yelled at you for not telling her but then apologized for yelling and comforted you.

“Seriously y/n, you know that I’m always here for you. Why didn’t you call me?”

You looked towards her and smiled weakly, “Well I knew you would be with your mom so I didn’t want to interrupt your time with her…”

The look Natasha gave you looked like she was saying ‘seriously??’.  She walked closer to you, squeezing you tight again, “Honey, I’m here for you through thick and thin. Next time please call me. I promise I will get to you as fast as I possibly can.”

You hug her back, thanking her. But then you had to go to a certain captain in charge.

When you walked into Steve’s office to greet him he automatically shot up and wrapped you in a tight embrace. “Y/n, how are you?” “I’m… I’m actually okay.” You say holding a somewhat forced smile. Steve frowns, “I hate to say this but just ignore him today, if he comes and talks to you fine talk. But we have a mission.. and it’s serious.” You felt a pang in your chest. Last time Steve said there was a serious mission it was with Hydra, but, you and Bucky had stayed back. “Is it?” “Yes.” You gulp down your nervousness and nod, “If you don’t want to do this I under-” “I’m going.” “Are you sure?” Steve says touching your shoulders “Yeah, I’m sure…”

Steve hugs you one more time, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go to the meeting room I just called everyone down.”

You follow Steve into the room and sit with him waiting for everyone to come. They all filed in one by one, ending with Bucky. He opened his mouth to call for you, looking like he wanted to plead your name once again but you looked away. He lowered his gaze and sat down at the other end of the table.

Steve explained the mission thoroughly. As soon as he said Hydra Bucky’s eyes darted towards you, and yours did the same. But instead of looking for any longer you turn away once again. Steve needed your help, so you’re definitely going on this mission.

“-Sam will be with tony, Natasha will go with Bucky… y/n go with Wanda, Clint you find a high point and keep an eye on us, and I’ll go with vision, All clear?”

“Wait what?” The gruff voice rang through your ears and you looked up at him then back to Steve. “Y/n can’t-” “Alright Steve. Sounds like a great plan.” You say interrupting Bucky and getting up to get get ready. You were out in the hall and you could still overhear the arguing in the room, “Y/n and I can just stay back like last time Steve. Why are you making her do this?!” “I am not making her do anything buck! I already asked her and made sure and she was fine with it. So are you coming or not?” … You were already gone in your room before hearing Bucky’s answer. You put on your suit, which was a purple onesie like leotard. Matching with black leggings and a utility belt wrapping across your chest and around your back, like a sash. You finished your look with a mask that covered your lower half of your face, kind of like the winter soldiers. Except there was a cage like opening by your mouth for when you needed to use your power.

After getting ready you headed to the quinjet and boarded on with everyone. The only seat left was next to Bucky, which you reluctantly took. Steve was reciting the plan when Bucky leaned over and whispered to you,

“We don’t have to do this y/n”

You clench your jaw and look up at Steve, not answering him. “We can go back to the building and.. talk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, “Steve should me and Wanda try to work our way in through the roof?” You felt Bucky’s gaze on you falter. “That can work but we can use you guys on the ground.” “Alright we can do that.”

You only feel bad for ignoring Bucky for a second, but then you remember what he had done to you and bring your mind back to the problem at hand.

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When the jet landed everyone went into there positions as Hydra attacked.

You and Wanda were a great pair. The two of you had a signature move you’d use almost every time that would make the two of you look bad ass.

You would lift a car and throw it Into the air and she would fling it as far as she could. And You could make each other fly, she would lift you up with her powers while you could yell so loud it would fly her into the air in seconds.

The two of you were beating everything in your way. Then you got into the building and your flow dropped.

There stood Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff holding a petite blonde woman against a wall, right next to what was presumably her wheelchair. Your heart dropped when Bucky reeled his arm back to hit her.

“BUCKY!” You yelled so hard that the group flew backwards. You automatically rushed to the woman’s side and lifted her up to look at her face. She was trembling in your grasp. “Pl-please just let me go..” she said weakly You ripped off your mask and looked her in the eyes “Mom?”

“Mom?” Bucky said.  Then angrily made his way walking towards you but you gave him a warning glare and he stopped.

“Y-y/n?” She said with a relieved smile, touching your face. “My baby girl, it’s been so long..”

you started walking away from her and towards Nat.

“Running away again?” her now sweet mother like voice turned cold and gruff.

You swiftly spin around to face her again, clenching your fists.

“They shot him in the head.” You said with every syllable. “Come again?” “They. Shot. Him. In. The. Head” you say now right in front of her face “I don’t know who-” “Dad.”

The blonde woman had a confused look but then started laughing uncontrollably. You step back, staring at her in disbelief. You feel Bucky touch your shoulder, “We can just leave her here…” You look at him “So she can reek more destruction on this world?” You turn back to your mom who is now wiping away a tear.

“That douche? He didn’t understand that you were born to be a weapon. Not his daughter. So since he was against everything he just… had to go!” She says finishing with more laughter.

You pull her up by her collar gripping your gun in your holster. “Oh this isn’t funny anymore? Why did you stop laughing?” You say to her.

“Shoot me.” “What?” “Shoot me in my skull like your father was.” “No.” “No? That’s a stupid mistake.” She says spitting in your face.

You throw her to the ground bitterly and cuff her to a pipe coming from the wall, then walking back to your teammates.

“Call in a jet with a cell.”

Natasha nods and walks off grabbing her phone.

“You’re making the right decision y/n.” Bucky says grasping on to the tips of your fingers.

you squeeze his hand smiling then turn back to your mother once again.

“Do you know the pain and struggle I’ve been going through all my life because of you? You were supposed to be my mom.” you say with your voice cracking.

she grins and sits up, “Oh honey… I’ll never be your mother.”

BANG!

A shot rang through the air and your mothers blood was splattered on the wall. You quickly ran to her side then turned around to see Bucky ducked by the door looking outside for the shooter.

“son of  a BITCH!” you say standing up.

You felt your world stop when you heard another shot ring through the air. Bucky turned to you automatically, “B-bucky?” your body slowly fell to the ground

“Y/N!”  he came to your side, holding you tight.

Then you saw your teammates come to your side.

Then everything was black.

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Later on you awoke in one of Tony’s hospital beds in a panic, you shot up thinking this was Hydra and winced in pain. “Woah woah y/n it’s okay. It’s me Bruce. You got shot in the gut, lay back down.” You lazily looked over at Bruce and saw Bucky sleeping in a chair behind him. You felt your lip curl up. “Hey Bruce.” You said laying back down and smiling up at him. “Hello y/n- "What did you think you were doing out there!” Bruce was just about to tell you about your injuries but then Tony and Steve busted through the door, waking Bucky in the process. The two of them were shouting at you non-stop like two worried parents until Bucky stepped in,

“WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP SHE JUST WOKE UP!” His voice came booming through your ears, stopping your heart for a second.

Tony and Steve stared at him but then Steve frowned and walked over to you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry y/n, it’s just- ” “We were scared.” Tony says cutting in.

You went to form words but a seemingly upset Bruce stepped in, “You two cannot bust into my lab when I was about to medicate and check y/n’s wounds. Now If you want to talk to y/n you’re going to have to wait and get out of here before I go green.” You shoot the group of men a 'please go’ look and they all leave in seconds

Bruce patches you all up and then lets in the bunch again. Tony and Steve give you a father like chat about things you shouldn’t do during a mission then you went back to your room.

there stood Bucky Barnes. A tear streamed down his cheek and he looked at you like you were his everything.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

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Hey guys!

Please give me honest feedback, I’m new to reader fics and I feel like I used the word 'you’ about 500 times.I’m probably going to do a 3rd final part but please help me out by telling me what you think about this one, thank you!

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Every night you´re out late while I am losing my mind

summary: You are out with your girls, and Bucky sits alone in his apartment when his mind wanders to a dark place. He doesn´t want to bother you but he needs to hear your voice.

paring: Buck x Reader (You, Y/N)

warnings: PTSD, mention of murder, mental illnesses, drinking

words: 2406

English is not my first language // I hope you can enjoy my little OS

Titel: Camilyo - love and hate

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It was a normal day for him, at work he made jokes with Sam and Steve, had a good training session with Natasha and wrote his mission report for Fury. Than he went out for dinner with Sam and his nephews, who are in New York for vacation. But now he is home, in an empty apartment, he doesn´t switch the lights on, the lights of the city are bright enough for him. It is different than it used to be, back in the 1940´s, now the city is louder, faster, New York never sleeps and Bucky has the feeling he couldn´t either. At least not withour nightmares. Bucky grabs a glass and the bottle of scotch from the sidebord, than he sits down at the floor, next to the couch, which Steve gave him as a present for his last birthday. He fills his glass and takes a sip, his ganze is on the lights oft the city. He notices how his thoughts begin to circle, they wander to a dark place, Bucky has to distract himself somehow, befor it is to late. He takes his cell phone out oft the pocket of his jeans, unlocks it and goes to his last message, it was a short text from Y/N.

,,Hope you had a nice day at work, I´m out with the girls tonight, drinks and dancing. I´m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.“

Bucky hasn´t answer to your text, but he knows you are not mad when he doesn´t response directly, you are used to it and Bucky explained that its not because he doesn´t like you or you are not important to him, he just doesn´t feel like texting sometimes. You understand him, like you always do.

Y/N and Bucky have only met for a few months, went on a couple of dates. First Bucky thought you only dated him because you wanted to annoy your father or wanted an adventure with an Avenger. But one evenig when you lay in his arms, the rain punded on the window of your bedroom, and you said that you like him, him off all people, and wanted to be his and only his Bucky knew that your weren´t lying or playing a game.

He sighs and finish his glass, the bitter taste burns in his throat, and he knows that the alcohol will hardly have any effect, thanks to the super soldiers serum in his veins he can´t really get drunk, same with the sleeping pills Stark gave him. He was able to sleep one hour without nightmares, than he wooke up, and feels like he hasn´t sleep in a week.

Bucky refills his glass, maybe it will work tonight and he will find some rest. He knows that it won´t. He isn´t sure but he has the feeling that his nightmares are worser at this nights you went out with your friends. He hates it when you go out, not because he doesn´t want that you have fun, because he knows how dangerous New York is, he knows how many murderers walk these streets, he is one of them. Bucky leans on the cold window and takes another sip. He close his eyes for a second, but a image of a shocked face appears, he doesn´t even know the name of this victim, he only knows that the Winder Soldier killed him. He hears the gun shot, that end this mens life. Even when he knows it is just in his head he flinches.

Bucky notices that his body is tense as broken glass falls on the foor and the scotch runs over his hand. In one quick movement he stand on his feet, restlessnes spreads in his stomach and cold sweat forms on his forehead. He tries to distract himself by turning on music, but the loud bass only causes headache, so he turns it off again.

He hears voices, screams of people who are not there.

Monster, Killer, Winter Solider. This is your fault. You are a monster, you are dangerous. You have not control over yourself. Hydra controls you, you are a just a weapon. Just a monster.

,,No.“ he screams into the empty, dark, apartment, the voices inside his head remain silent, but he knows that this can change every moment.

This night will be a hard night.

Bucky hates this nights, he hates beeing alone but he never ask for help. HE tries everything, therapy, reparation, even Steve´s weird notebook. But nothing helped, the voices keep coming back, the fear keeps coming back, and the nightmares nerver leave.

He takes a deep breath and tries to concentrate, not all night are that bad. Some nights are almost good. Two weeks ago he even managed to sleep through the whole night without nightmares. m

It was the first night Y/N slept in his arms, usually Bucky always goes home in the evening, or he brings you to their doorstep after they have spent the evening at his place. Y/N always says it is ridiculous and that she can take an Uber, but Bucky doesn´t trust strangers, and he wants to make sure that you got home safely.

But that day you had a hard day at work and fell asleep on the couch during a movie, you looking so peaceful and calm that Bucky couldn´t bring himself to wake you up. And if he´s honest, he enjoyes the feeling of holding you in his arms.

The next morning you apologizes a hundred times, not only because you slept through your datenight, but also because you know that Bucky doesn´t want you to spend the night at his place. He had explain it by saying that he was raised in an old fashioned way and that he wants to take it slow.

And you understood, like you always did, you are not pushing him to do anything he is not ready for.

It wasn´t a lie, but it wasn´t the whole truth either.

Bucky doesn´t like the idear of one night stands, or polygamy. It´s not that he´s never been with a woman, but sleeping with someone still means something to him. He needs to connect with a person befor he really let himself go.

But there was something else. He is afraid, afraid of himself, what he can do. Sometimes, when he wakes up from one of his nightmares, he doesn´t know that he isn´t with HYDRA anymore, sometimes he thinks for a second that he is still the Winter Soldier. And he is afraid that he could hurt you in this moments. He didn´t tell you that part, he never talks about his nightmares or his past. He doesn´t want you to know that he is a monster.

Maybe hearing your voice will calm him enough, so he can spend a few hours laying at his couch without the voices in his head. Bucky digs for his cell phone, but instead of calling you, he hesitates. He knows that your friends, doesn´t like him very much. They know that you are too good for him. You are smart, kind an beautiful, you got to college, meet up with friends, have a food job at a publishing company, in short you are amazing. And he is just a 106 year old soldier who knew nothing but fighting and pain. He is someone who is constantly away, sometimes unavailable for days when a mission gets complicated. And he does not understand anything about your peacefull and normal world. You are too good for him, he knows this, your friends knows this. And Bucky is scared oft he day you finally notice it too.

You are just a monster. Stay away form her or you will hurt her. You don´t deserve her. Bucky tries not to listen to the quiet voice and calls you.

He doesn´t want to spoil your evening. He just wants to hear your voice for a moment, then he would be better. It takes endless minutes before you answer the call.

,,Hello Sergeant. Miss me so much that you couldn´t wait until tomorrow?“ you sound happy, and Bucky notices how calm flows through him. He hears loud music and a lot of people around you.

,,Yes.“ he says. ,,Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to hear your voice.“

,,You never bothering me Bucks. Wait a second, I go somewhere where it´s quieter so we can talk better.“ Bucky hears how you move away from the loud music and the people, probably away from your friends. ,,Im back. Is everything okay? Problems at work? Do you have to go on another mission?“

,,No, not a new mission, I just…“ he interrupts himself. Does he really want to drag you into the darkness of his thoughts? Does he want to drag you from your perfect world into his destroyed one? No he doesn´t.,,I just wanted to hear your voice sweetheart.“

,,You lie. Something is wrong.“ why does you know him that well? Why can you always say when he is lying? ,,Are you at home?“

,,Yes.“

,,Good, I am on my way.“

,,What? No you don´t have to come.“

,,I know, but I want it. So stay were you are. I am at your place in 20 minutes.“ you end the call and Bucky sighs. That is exactly what he doesn´t want. He ruined your evening with your friends.

Like you always did, you ruined everything. He took a deep breath. It was a mistake, he souldn´t have called you. How is he supposed to explain to you what´s going on in his mind? Why he can´t sleep? Without having to tell you what he did and how many people he murdered. If you kenw who he really is, you would run away from him, and he couldn´t even blame you for that. If he could, he would run too. Suddenly all energy left his body and Bucky sinks back to his place next to the couch. His bottel still stands there, he grabs it and takes a long drink.

You open the door with the key Bucky gave you, it was actually meant so you can water the one plant that is in his apartment when he is on long missions. But secretly Bucky wanted to show you that he trusts you an means it seriously with you. He can express something like this better with deeds than with words.

,,Bucks?“ the first thing you do was turn on the light, the small apartment is flooded with light and your eyes searching for Bucky, he sits on the floor next to his couch. ,,What happend? Are you alright?“ Your voice sound a bit scared and you runs to him to kneel beside him.

,,You shoulden´t have come.“ he says, you look in his sad eyes. You doesn´t really understand what happend and why he is in such a bad mood.

,,You are doing badly. What happend?“ you ask again, but he shakes his head. He still doesn´t know how to explain it to you. You sighs and sit down a little more comfortably. ,,You´re drunk?“

,,You know that I practically can´t get drunk.“ his voice sounds scratchy and heavy, but your´re glade that he starts talking.

,,I know.“ you say, than you slide a little closer to him. You carefully tap his metal arm with one finger, Bucky understands and lift it up so you can lean against his chest an he can put his arm around you. The metal feels cold on your skin, but you don´t mind. ,,Do you want to tell me what happened?“ you ask softly.

,,Nothing happened.“ he replies, you tense up slightly in his arms, because even if you understand that he does not always talk about the things that concern him, it

still hurts.

,,Okay, we do not have to talk.“

Bucky notices the change in your posture and the sadness in your voice.

,,No, I mean nothing special happened. Sometimes I feel like this. It´s complicated. Y/N please, I don´t know how to explain it to you. But please do not be mad.“

,,I am not mad. I just try to understand you. Why did you call, if you didn´t want me to come here?“

,,I wanted to hear your voice. It´s calms me, you calms me and the voices diappear.“

,,Which voices?“

,,In my head. I know its sounds like I am crazy and probably I am crazy.“

Both of you are silent for a while, you listen to his breathing and after a while he continues. ,,Before I became an Avenger, I worked for pretty bad people, I worked for HYDRA. They manipulated my mind and make me murdere for them. They made me the Winter Soldier, a monster. And I have the feeling this monster is still inside me, the voices and the nightmares reminds me that I can´t just pretend that I am not a killer anymore. I can´t run away from myself.“

His grip on your shoulder has tightened a little during his monologue, as if he wants to make sure you are still there. The whole time he hasn´t lookes at you, his ganze is somwherein the black night in front of the window. ,,I can understand when you want to go now and never see me again.“

,,Can I decide that by myself?“ you ask and straighten up little to give him a kiss on his lips, he flinches at the light touch ans closes his eyes.

,,I am dangerous Y/N, I could hurt you. Don´t you inderstand? I am a monster, a killer.“

,,No! You are James Bucky Barnes, you are an Avenger, a hero! It doesn´t matter where you was, I don´t care. I only care about the person you are now, and this person is kind and considerate. You are a good man, the best man I ever met in my life. You are the man I love.“

,,You love me?“ you see the tears in his eyes and your heart almost bursts, how can someone like him think that he doesn´t deserve to be loved.

,,Of course I love you.“

Bucky smiles at you and pulls you close for a kiss. ,,You should run away from me.“ he says, his lips are only millimeters away from yours.

,,Never Sergeant Barnes, you are my hero.“

,,I love you Y/N.“

Bucky Barnes Birthday In The Country

―I never imagined seeing the Winter Soldier, the greatest and deadliest assassin of the last 50 years, wearing a plastic crown at a children's party― I heard a sweet and amused voice behind me.

I was trying to pour myself more vodka juice from the kitchen and taking the opportunity to catch some fresh air outside the circle of Avengers and parents I didn't know, besides small children running around everywhere.

―Neither did I, this wasn't my original plan for my day off― I replied, looking at her with a small smile as I leaned against the sink.

Cass had her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the door frame, a smile on her face and a glass in her hands.

―I didn't tell you before, but thank you for coming. Lila was very happy to have you here― she said, approaching me slowly with a slight smile.

I sighed with a smile on my face as I listened to her. She had dragged me to a birthday party for Barnes' daughter at the farm, and instead of taking the opportunity to stay alone in the complex reading or listening to quiet music without having to listen to people passing by or arguing, I had knelt before Cass, and now I was at Clint's farm lifting children with my metal arm, wearing a plastic crown on my head.

―I'm sure she was― I sighed, looking down at my feet.

She placed her glass next to mine, and her hands tangled behind my neck with a slight smile. The scent of the perfume I liked was very close to me, almost like a mist on my face, enjoying her smile and the shine of her lips that had nagged me so much to drive slowly below the speed limit.

―Thank you, really. I promise I'll make it up to you― she whispered against my lips, looking into my eyes.

―It's not necessary. I'm just tired and needed a breather― I said, my hands reaching for her waist, feeling her skin goosebumps as she felt my cold metal arm.

―¿Do you want me to leave you alone?― she asked, uncertainty in her eyes.

―No, I never want to be alone if I can be with you for a moment. I just want to be here for a few minutes― I said, looking at her with a slight smile before giving her a small kiss.

She stayed looking at me with a small smile, and I don't know what she was looking at, but I really believe I had the best view. The sunset light hit her face through the window of the house, giving her such a homely and tranquil view that the idea of going somewhere just the two of us reappeared in my mind.

Having a house and living hidden from life, just the two of us quietly leaving behind the Avengers, Hydra, superheroes, or the society on our shoulders, staying in the quietest place in the world alone with our house.

―I would like to have something like that― I whispered, looking into her eyes while playing with her hair.

―¿A children's party or more time together?― she asked, confused.

―A house far from everyone and everything, just the two of us, letting ourselves be carried away by time.

―It would be nice to have some alone moments on a farm and the American dream.

She gave me a small smile, joining her left hand with my metal hand as she reached for a jug of juice since she couldn't drink alcohol due to medication.

―Not just a moment, a lifetime, in secret, and sometimes having missions, but instead of staying in the complex waiting for the next mission or training useless people to waste time, both of us sharing hobbies together without hiding― my flesh hand touched her chin to make her look into my eyes.

―We can't even let my father see us less than 40 meters apart, and you want me to pack my things and go to a house in the countryside? It's very nice, Buck, really, it sounds like something we could really live someday, but it's very difficult. I need medical attention all the time, and I'm always with my father― she said with a sad face, and I looked at the floor.

I let go of her chin to touch the star on her chest. I could see the faint red light coming from inside her chest, her body full of cables and constantly receiving medical attention and medication. It was a reality for her that even though we both wanted to show ourselves, we couldn't, and it would be very unfair, in addition to the increased life risks for her if we separated so much from the complex.

And then there was her father, Tony hated me, and although indirectly Cass tried to make him stop hating me, she only managed to make his sarcastic comments about my past in Hydra, giving me nicknames for my arms, and trying to leave the subject behind or hidden under the rug, but not much more. If he were to find out that I am with his daughter, the least he would do would be to banish me from the Avengers and the complex.

―¿Why is everything with us so difficult?

―Because it shows how strong we are― she touched my chin with the tips of her fingers. ―But I'm aware that the whole situation surrounding us sucks.

―Just a place where we both can be, where we can see each other and just be without the fear on our shoulders.

―We can create moments, we can do things to have a normal life within the parameters, but the idea of a house in the countryside or living alone together is very unlikely― she gave me a sad and melancholic smile, and it hurt my soul to know that as long as we were together, we would live in the shackles of Hydra, my past, and her father.

―I love you― I whispered as I carefully ran my fingers through her hair, looking down at her.

―I love you too― she whispered back with a smile, showing her teeth.

We heard the sound of a conversation nearby, so we quickly separated, me leaning against the countertop and her looking into the fridge with feigned doubt.

―¿What were you doing? Your father is looking for you― Lauren's voice broke the awkward silence.

She looked at us for a moment with a raised eyebrow before walking over to Cass and taking out the birthday cake.

―Tell him I'm coming now― she said tiredly, sighing.

―¿What were you doing?― Lauren asked.

―I was looking for something that doesn't have alcohol but also doesn't have too much sugar. Your husband said there was only orange juice in the fridge― she poured some of the orange liquid.

―¿And your sergeant?

―He needed some time away from sticky hands and loud songs― she sighed, looking at the floor.

She looked at us with a raised eyebrow before tilting her head, ready to leave.

―I don't need you to answer because you'll deny it, especially you, Cassady, but I know you two are up to something, I see it and feel it in the air, but the situation is difficult from what Clint told me, so I won't say anything, and you better both be there for the family photo― she sounded stern as she walked away with the white cake box.

We stayed silent without looking at each other before hearing her laugh.

―¿You wanted a normal couple life? There you have Lauren laughing at us and mocking because we can't hide anything― she said with a smile as she started walking back outside.