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JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

➩ Series:

Collateral Hearts

↳ Bucky Barnes, caught in a political storm and haunted by his past as the Winter Soldier, battles internal guilt and fragmented memories while finding solace in someone who sees beyond his trauma, intensifying his struggle between seeking connection and fearing the harm he might cause.

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Control [2/2]

The King

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3950

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes slowly take each other to pieces – but at what cost?

Warnings: Swearing. Explicit smut. Unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap, thank you), dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (both m/f receiving), face-fucking, orgasm denial, mild choking, some Sub!Bucky, mostly Dom!Bucky, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal, which is an 18+ only warning in itself – but seriously, this fic is 18+ only.

A/N: This is for my babygirl Gigi @tropicalcap​ as part of her 4K Songfic Challenge 🖤 This is part II of II, because there was only so much smut I could cram in one hit.

Read Part I The Pawn – also Masterlist here.

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Bucky was savouring this moment, committing the image of you spread out, hair-mussed, lust-drunk before him, the air hot with want and desire. He breathed in the scent of you, salty and sweet, half-wondered, barely half-cared should anyone chance walking in to find him on his knees praying before a rouge-licked god.

He’d been tracking you for months and you had constantly, consistently slipped through his fingers despite his deliberate and considered assessment of how to corner you, keep you long enough, strung out and wanting. And now you were here, unravelling before him, eyes blown hot, skin goose-pimpled in anticipation, legs trembling like jelly, and you – you, all soft and pliable to turn and please and pull just how he wanted.

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Protection (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Je n'ai pas réellement d'idée mais je peux découvrir que j'ai des pouvoirs ou alors il me sauve d'une menace en vrai je te fais confiance je suis sure que tu sauras trouver 🤗Je l'aurais bien faite en anglais mais je suis pas doué pour écrire mais je le comprends bien ha ha 😛(Translation: I don't really have an idea but I can discover that I have powers or he saves me from a threat. In real, I trust you, I'm sure you'll find. I would have done it in English but I'm not good at writing but I understand it well haha.)

Warning: slight violence

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Magic always ran in your family or that's what you mother made you think all your life, until now. You still remember her telling stories about your female ancestors, all of them endowed with telekinesis, cell regeneration capacity and being able to cast spells. When you asked if you were witches, with little voice shy and silvery at six years old, she corrected you "You're better than a witch, you're the good evolution of bad people." What was supposed to mean ? You didn't dare to ask and with time, you forgot that mysterious sentence.

However, your mother never really trained you to use your powers, even when you begged her as a teenager when your biggest desire was to hang Alec Johnson by the feet on his basketball hoop. Typically, you hated the Casanova of your high school. You never gave up and learnt by yourself little tricks, but you have always remained discreet and benevolent. So, you never used your gifts to make a living.

At eighteen, you had the chance to attend university and several years later, you graduated and finally you got the job of your dreams. Except, it was too beautiful to be real. As a great and young journalist, you knew the existence of Hydra and their work interested you. That's how you knew the evil organization could transform DNA and give special abilities to normal people. Something in your head clicked and you kept digging, to know the truth about your nature, your family...

And if Hydra seemed extinct, you were anxious and that's why you tried to contact the Avengers. Your status as a journalist should have helped you, but you never got an appointment with one the beloved heroes, except that life always taught you to never give up.

"Oh shit!"

Unfortunately, you were drawn from your thoughts not only because of the taxi's driver shout, but also by the jolts felt and the sound of an explosion. You jumped on your seat and looked out the window before you noticed that the traffic was blocked at the end of the roadway, apparently a car was on fire.

"What the hell is happening?!" you thought.

You were stuck here for a moment before you decided you couldn't wait anymore and you should walk if you wanted to be in time at your meeting with some of your colleagues. For the next twenty minutes, you felt observed but you brushed away the feeling, not wanting to become paranoid. At two blocks from your office, passing in front of a dark alley, you were surprised to hear kind of tired and desperate meows. You frowned and your gaze scanned the place before you saw a kitten almost crushed under a trash.

"Poor little thing..."

You couldn't help but approached the animal and lifted the rubbish, restoring freedom to the kitten. You couldn't even blow that you were hit on the back, which had the effect of making you fall to the ground, on your knees.

"Sir, we have her!" said a man's voice. You tried to get up, but he rested his foot on your back, making you lie on your stomach.

"Take her to the base, if you have to, sedate her." responded another man through a talkie-walkie.

"Oka-" you didn't let him the chance to finish his sentence that he flew against a wall. You could try to kill him with your powers, but you were like a doe in front a car's lights ; scared and lost. You could run away, but they did not count the presence of a dozen heavily armed men, worthy of elite killers. In seconds, your chances of escape fell back to zero and you were almost ready to receive hits or any injections.

You closed your eyes. Nothing happened. You only heard men shoutings and the sound of broken bones which turn your blood to ice. Fractured limbs and men in coma, that's all you saw when you carefully opened your eyes. You didn't have the time to properly react that an unknown and deep voice interpelled you.

"You're Y/N, right? I promise you, you're safe and sound." you turned your head and immediately recognized the mysterious and yet so known savior. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was standing in front of you, his new vibranium arm not even hidden, probably because it was a lot more discreet than the old one.

"Yes... No- I- I don't... Perhaps?" you stammered, lost and utterly shocked. Finally, you nodded, wanted to slap yourself for looking that dumb!

"We are sorry for reacting so slowly while you were in danger ... We know about your powers and I refuse to let someone hurt because of a completely deranged organization. These men aren't angels, they're mercenaries, killing machines. And others will come for you if you refuse to follow me."

His voice was husky and his tone  a bit cold and you knew his reasons, after the hell he lived for seventy years.  But those baby blue eyes, they were the reflection of understanding and kindness behind the sadness they held.

"We, the Avengers, will take you under our wing and I will personally take care of your protection. You have a lot to learn about your origins, so let me take you to our headquarters. Will you, doll?" he added with a slight smile.

You didn't know what the future was for you, but you had to take the chance to discover who you are, what people want from you and take the opportunity to be protected by someone like him. Yes, this meeting was the most unexpected of your life and by extension, the most important.

When he stretched his flesh hand towards you, you could only take it.

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As I told the requester, without a real plot it would be a bit difficult to write her request since I'm still not used to write imagines but I hope it's okay. :)

Exquise esquisse (Part 1)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: This story will contain incest. If you feel uncomfortable, please don’t read. This story isn’t about smut or just to satisfy some pervert desires. I’m writing this story because I wanted to read a pure and very intense love forbidden, the kind that makes your heart and stomach hurt or even cry. I don’t advocate for incest, actually I think this is very wrong, I know and I’m not a big fan of that, tbh. However, I’ve been thinking of this for a year: “What could happen if Bucky Barnes got someone pregnant in the 40′s and now he’s falling in love with his great-granddaughter without knowing she’s family?”. In this story, I'll broach different points of view: philosophical (thanks to philosophy classes in high school!), cultural and historical. AND don’t come to insult me or what you want because, it will show you didn’t understood what I wanted to prove through this story. One last thing: I won’t write this story as a regular novel cause I don’t think I have the level in english (and the time) so, I'll stick to short chapters and emphasize the important points and feelings.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

 PART TWO

Walking in the streets of Brooklyn, earphones on, you rolled up the sleeves of your denim jacket. Without looking straight ahead. You had never hit a muscular and hot torso or fell to the overthrow, but narrowly caught by a handsome man. It was only in the movies, so why se faire un sang d’encre? Life was a ballad, which, like any other, contains positive and negative. Nothing was all white nor black. It was all about nuances. Everything in your life was about shade of difference.

What you couldn’t imagine, would be that something would plow into you. You were more likely to take a post in your face, instead, a beautiful Labrador ran and jumped on your legs. The animal was adorable, so adorable that you couldn’t resist it, you caressed the top of his head before looking around for his owner. Came face to you a tall handsome man, your heart missed a beat and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He had everything from a Greek god, the kind that makes you fall for him and leaves you with that strange feeling. A feeling on which you cannot put a label on it because you don’t know what it is, the kind of feeling that doesn’t leave you insensitive, the kind of feeling that leads you to ask yourself a thousand and one questions. Attraction is so powerful.

His azure eyes, resting on you, didn’t make you fall backwards, instead, he turned you upside down. Love at first sight existed, you were convinced. This invasion of so foreign sentiments overwhelmed you… Even, poisoned you. When he came to apologize to you, you couldn’t help but smiled and a long discussion ensued. It was the beginning of love... Love, so pure, so innocent.

You were so young, beautiful and kind. Despite your slightly grunge look, something in you reminded him of his youth. Your innocence, perhaps? Your doe eyes? Your shy smile? Or was it the sweet freshness you provided? In a single instant, Bucky was lost, but he knew one thing: you didn’t leave him indifferent, he desired to see you again, no, he had to. He needed you. You became his new heroin, when he barely knew you. The wrong way was already taken. But was it really your fault? Fate knew how to find you, nobody escapes it and there was no way you two would.

“Bucky… Call me Bucky, doll.”

Bucky, that name, you already heard it somewhere. He was Captain America’s best friend, but why did it sound so familiar? As if you personally met him before?

You didn’t question yourself any longer, because you knew you would see him again. One look, one smile, one hour of discussion and you were infatuated with him.

L'amour que nous ne ferons jamais ensemble

Est le plus rare le plus troublant

Le plus pur le plus enivrant

Exquise esquisse…

- Gainsbourg

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Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: READ THE WARNING IN THE FIRST PART. THANKS. (No smut, just fluff) Gainsbourg songs are my main inspiration, this man was a complete genius in everything he touched.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

You can listen Initials BB by Serge Gainsbourg while you’re reading. :)

PART ONE

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Lying on your bed, staring at the immaculate white ceiling of your little apartment, a smile was on your face. Your cell phone on your chest, precisely on your heart, you held back a cry of excitement. A month after your first encounter with him, he invited you to the restaurant, your other dates were romantic, but he hadn’t kiss you yet. You weren’t blind, you both knew that a strong love was born between you two. You knew that night, he would kiss you and maybe take you to his home.

You desired to feel his warm, thick fingers travel across your body, touching your face a hundred times and feeling his lips dance on your skin. You were prepared for the long journey that was love, you were ready, you had no choice, the Cupid arrow had pass through your skin. It was a pain you kept, which did more good than harm.

It was time to get ready. Every detail was meticulously cared for, you made sure that your makeup was perfect and that it reflected your personality, favorite clothes without doing too much, your hairstyle... Perfume applied by small delicate touches, a red lipstick applied with care. You inspected your reflection, seeking for any flaw, your hands were shaking, your belly did looping; oh God you wanted to be his. From all of your 21 years, no one had made you feel as woman as him...

His name, his brilliant smile, his irises of a beautiful blue, his hoarse voice, his writing, all of him made you smile, failing to make your heart leap out of your chest. As cliché as it seemed, in his presence the time stopped. You were determined, he was the one that you wanted. Wholly him, with his faults as his qualities, even if your conscience shouted at you to avoid rushing things. Was love so strong, so early, a bad sign? Why would you denigrate those feelings you started to get used to? They consumed you and yet, it felt so good, so right...

A last look at your reflection and your heels slammed against the old worn floor of your student apartment. So impatient, you join the man parked in front of your building.

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The dinner unfelt wonderful. There were no other words. You nervously waited for the moment when you would feel his soft and warm lips on yours. Hand in hand, you followed him in the dark streets although illuminated of New York, your heels slammed melodiously against the asphalt before you recognize the place where he led you. Central Park. Have you ever been told how beautiful is it?

With his thumb, Bucky caressed the back of your hand and this simple gesture, so innocent, gave you the famous butterflies in the belly. You would never have imagined such a rapprochement with him in just a few weeks. He neither didn’t know how it was possible... He still had insecurities and he was afraid of the next steps in this relationship... But he couldn’t wait. He had to find out. You made him feel things he had never felt before. It was incredible. You were amazing in his eyes.

You followed him into the illuminated park to the Angel of the Waters Fountain as he told you anecdotes about his childhood in Brooklyn with Steve and how they managed to escape the surveillance of their mothers and went to the heart of Manhattan. Immersed into his story, he didn’t notice your seemingly innocent gestures: get closer to the fountain and run your fingers over the surface of the water. Without warning, you splashed him. You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was speechless and trying to wipe his white shirt that became transparent.

"You want to play? We’re gonna play, Y/N!"

Without wasting time, you ran as fast as possible to hide in the park, behind shrubs. When you thought you left him behind, you stopped laughing and your gaze searched for him. Everything was so dark despite the street lights in the park.

"Come back, doll!"

"Come get me, James!” you answered before giggling and running again as he approached.

The former soldier caught up to you without any difficulty and lifted you by the waist before he kissed your cheek. You know that you were already blushing, but at the moment, you didn’t care. A big blissful smile triumphed on your face as you laughed. He laid you down on the ground, sat down and joined you before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over you. Lying in the grass, he aboved you between your thighs, you felt your cheeks warm more. Nothing else counted at that moment, you cared less of the position you were in. You drowned in his eyes. He brought his face close to yours, your noses grazed and your lips brushed against each other. You could feel his warm breath wash over your face. Your heart was pounding, now you were sure of your feelings.

"Kiss me..." you whispered.

It was all he needed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips pressed against yours for a sweet kiss, initially shy, then feverish. One of your hands slipped into his hair and the other on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt, even if you knew that tonight it wouldn’t go further than kisses. James slipped a hand on your cheek that he caressed while your lips cuddled, discovered each other and his free hand was in the hollow of your waist.

He was so gentle... It was already fucked. You were crazy in love with him and it was reciprocal. Bucky finally understood what everyone explained to him when the subject "love" was discussed. He didn’t want to let go, he wished to be closer to you and to keep you in his strong arms.

Neither of you was aware of the crime you were committing.

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1944

"Bucky... Wait..." the young brunette sighed.

Sergeant Barnes's lips never left her skin, marking the thin skin of her neck before he let them slide on her chest, between her breasts.

"I don’t know if it's a good idea..." whispered the French woman in a rough English, between two sighs of pleasure.

What would people think and especially her family if they learned that she slept with an American soldier, one of the liberators of the country, without being married? She would probably be rejected, insulted and almost as badly treated as those young women who fell in love with Germans or who had sex with them. Maybe she wouldn’t be stoned or have her skull shaved in public for betrayal, as for l’Epuration sauvage, but she would become the family shame...

These thoughts faded when she felt the American's hands caress her chest, kiss her belly and play with the elastic of her panties. His whole body burned with desire. Positioned between her thighs, James Buchanan Barnes was gentle towards her despite the desire that was becoming more and more present. This girl called Apolline was of great beauty for that time, a great class, long wavy hair, thin but kept curves and had a porcelain skin even if she lived near the Italian border.

She didn’t mean anything to Bucky. Nothing. Just a pretty girl with whom he was about to have a good time and he would never see her again. How many children were born during the war whose fathers were the soldiers of a foreign army? So many and often abandoned... If only. If only James had known... Would he have changed that wild night? 

Nine months later, a little girl named Marie Constance was born.

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Bucky as a dad (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request : Hi! Could you write headcanons with Bucky as daddy with his daughter? A 40s version and a recent one? :) you can do it english as in french depending on the language you prefered, it would be super nice, thanks 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cuteness overload  

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

MASTERLIST

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In the 40’s

- You were his girlfriend for eight months, it was serious between the two of you and you tried to be careful but c’mon, it’s the forties so… Avoiding a pregnancy wasn’t the easiest thing!

- You understood you were pregnant when your mom started to suspect something… She didn’t know you felt nauseous every morning, even if she pointed out your breast got bigger and she used to keep track of your period. Having a baby out of wedlock was so inappropriate at that time! Plus, you were younger than Bucky.

- When a nurse confirmed your pregnancy, you started to panic. You were afraid of your family reactions, of Bucky’s, of your friends, etc. To you, it was like the end of the world.

- Crying and being a mess when you were alone.

- Thinking about how to tell the news to James.

- Finally, you told him when you went to his apartment. He was a bit surprised, but took it really well! He wasn’t the kind of guy to have an excessive reaction, he was simply happy. After that, he asked your hand to your father and you two very quickly married to avoid suspicions that the baby was conceived before the wedding. It was a small ceremony: only your families and very close friends. Then, you moved into his home, you started to make plans about what to buy for the baby, you discussed a lot about the names and the education of baby Barnes.

- Always touching your belly during the pregnancy and he prepared everything for the baby’s arrival.

- When you gave birth to your beautiful daughter, he almost cried and never let her out of your sight. He used to speak and sing to her all the time.

- Maybe it was weird, but he was fascinated when you breastfed the little girl and, sometimes, was a little jealous of this special bond you had with Y/D/N.

- When she started to eat “solid” aliments, he was so proud to feed her, always making little games to make her eat everything.

- More than once, she peed on him with her little angelic smile and her bright blue eyes shining. She wasn’t his copy carbon, but she looked like him: she had his perfect eyes, his nose and his hair color. He was never angry against her, even if she laughed after she urinated on him.

- Being patient when didn’t say “Dada” right after “Mama”. Nonetheless, he sweetly encouraged her to.

“Baby doll, say ‘dada’.”

“Haha.”

He couldn’t help but laughed, he shook his head.

“Say ‘dada’ or daddy won’t sing you a lullaby tonight.”

Her big eyes opened wide and she gasped.

“DADA DADA DADA!!” she screamed before he kissed all her face.

- Y/D/N was a daddy’s girl, she was so fond of him and she always wanted him to sing her lullabies, cuddles and kisses from him.

- She started to walk fast and she always wanted to make her daddy proud. Her little chubby legs tried to run towards her father.

“Come on, Y/D/N, daddy is waiting for you!”

He was always careful that she didn’t hurt herself, but when she fell on her butt, she laughed and reached out for his arms.

“My sweetheart…” he cooed before he took her in his arms.

- Every time he came home after work, she jumped on his legs to have a cuddle because she missed him.

- She was his everything and never failed to ask you if you needed something for her or yourself. He wanted his girls to be happy.

- Well… It was before the war… Because he never came home…

- When he had to explain to her he was obliged to leave, she cried, even after he promised her he would come back. He tried to explain things to her, but it was complicated and she was only two and a half.

- The three of you cried when he left to serve his country. It tore your hearts. Mini Barnes refused to let her daddy go…

- Eventually, over the weeks, she accepted his decision a bit more and she was so joyful when you read the letters he sent.

- He missed his girls a lot. Dreamed often of you and wrote letters every time he could.

- Then, the letters stopped.

- She was only two when the bad news came: James Buchanan Barnes died like a hero. You lost your husband and Y/D/N lost her loving father.

 Now

- When you missed your periods and started having nauseas, you didn’t wait to make a pregnancy test. All your doubts were confirmed: you were about to have a baby. Your first baby, but not Bucky’s first.

- Of course, you knew he was married and had a daughter in the 40s. So it took you time to find the courage to tell him. When you came into his room to tell him, he surprised you.

“I already know you’re pregnant.”

“H-How… I-I mean…” you stammered

“Your breasts got bigger, you felt nauseous the mornings, you have this light stomach baby bump.”

- You thought he was going to tell you to get an abortion, that he didn’t want to become a father again. Instead, he kissed you and cuddled you in silence.

- He was lost. Very lost. He had the impression of betraying his first wife and his daughter…

- But he couldn’t ask you to kill that baby in your belly. He knew he had to start a new life, but it didn’t mean he had to forget. He never could.

- He was so impressed with the new technologies like the pregnancy tests, the ultrasounds that permit to know the baby’s gender, its weight and height.

- You gave him a daughter and he felt like in paradise because, for once, he truly completely felt happy since Hydra took him.

- He read a lot of books about pregnancy since it wasn’t a big thing in his time.

- Spoke a lot to the baby in your belly.

- He chose to call her “Rebecca Winifred” in honor of his sister and his mother.

- He was as perfect as he was with his first daughter, but he always panic, he’s afraid she would be taken away from him by Hydra.

- Was so happy to bottlefeed her, it felt so nice to him.

- He would educate her differently since it’s not the 40s anymore and because that’s the kind of thing you build together.

- As she has grown up, he taught her a lot of things from his time and that only rare people knew.

- Training her to be a strong and independent woman without annoying her, he would understand when she needed a break for a few days or weeks.

- Giving her all the possibilities in her life: whatever jobs she wanted to practice, whatever will be her sexual orientation for examples, he’ll always be there for her.

- A bit strict about dating and being in a relationship with someone.

- But, he would be the best dad ever.

Rage, Love, Lust, Jealousy - On fire

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Winter Soldier

Steve wanted to prevent the Winter Soldier from happening, but the timeline mixes, present meets past. You know of the Ghost story, you shared decades at Hydra. The Soldier is protective, but Bucky becomes distant, not wanting to see his past self, your past lover.

Words - 4100 Warnings - angst, slight smut, russian >;) Song - Soviet Connection └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Part 1

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Bucky knows that Steve deserves it all. He deserves love and peace and magic and joy dancing in his eyes. He has earned his right for freedom and goodness and company and days of bliss and quiet too. He is physically, mentally, and emotionally ready to enter a new phase in his life, a life where their lines separate. Steve’s fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say, but Peggy is what he needs, and James has accepted it. She was always a bottled-up memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. I hopes that he is living the moment all over again. When he sees Steve back on the platform, he is not sure which is worse: the intense feeling of uncertainty, or the absence of reason for him coming back the same. „Steve, you are back-“ „Bucky?“ he stares at the metal arm „It didn’t work“ He makes a sound that is halfway between a sigh and a grunt, his face has a pensive expression. „What did you do?“ He blues the question coldly and curses himself for his lack of control. Bucky purses his lips and studies Steve through narrowed eyes, at first his heart is breaking, and then he grows angry. „I-I tried to prevent it, but what happened, why are you still the same?“ The Caption narrows his eyes. It is not the angle he’d been intending on, but he supposes it is still a valid question for him. „Why did you interfere with the time, now we don’t know what you might have caused. We don’t know enough about time travel“ Bruce explains with a furious expression on his face. He is not exactly sure what to do with that information yet, so he filed it away and starts walking. „I am sorry, I wanted to make it right-“ A surge of fear sears his lungs. With a deep breath through his nose, Steve forces it away, freezes it out. „Jesus…“ Bruce walks past him, throwing his arms up in frustration. „Where is Snezana?“ Steve asks, his tone even and patient. „Fuck…I need to call to see if-“ Bucky lowers his voice and hopes he doesn’t sound as morose as he feels. She is gone, erased? What will I do? Bucky tenses up at the thought of you being gone, he tries not to let his trepidation show, so he shrugs instead as he calls you, hoping you pick up.   Why do I even ask if she picks up, what if she doesn’t? I will ask her about her vacation, but we already spoke- „Bucky, why are you calling?“ you ask sheepishly, voice thick with sleep. Your question interrupts the inner pep talk he was giving himself and sufficiently distracts him for the moment. Honestly, he is unsure if he should be enraged at Steve’s decision, or grateful for you being part of the present. „Just wanted to know if you are okay“ „Am I okay, it’s in the middle of the night here, did you forget?“ you sound a little disbelieving, mockingly asking him. „Yeah, sorry–„ he seems to cut himself off „so what are you doing tomorrow?““ „I told you, I have two days left in Bulgaria and then I will head to Greece. Did something happen, did Steve come back?“ He blinks, flaking away every last fleck of rising panic that strikes him. Anger joins at the mention of his best friend’s name and what might have happened otherwise, a fresh flush of heat beneath his skin. He cools that too, forces it down, flakes it away. At least she is okay. „Yeah, don’t worry, everything is fine“ finally, as a sense of calm numbs the anger within, numbs the idea darkening the edges of his vision „Call me when you can“ „Goodnight, Bucky“

You sound irritated, on edge, craving more sleep. You have no idea why he even called you, but decided you are too tired to waste any of your energy wondering about it. He doesn’t want to ruin your fun, traveling alone is something you always talked about. You were both ripped into being alive after spending decades together at Hydra. Your life was pain, suffering , but you are alive and it’s spectacular – the freedom to do all the things you want – you both are unusual and tragic, but finally human. ------------------------------------------------

„Is there a possibility that nothing has changed?“ Bucky asks. „No, no-we need to figure out what are the consequences“ Sam reminds him. He places his bottle on the floor, stretches, letting his bum slide on the sofa, and he leans back. His head swirls, and he feels his temples throbbing. There is not a moment of peace. ------------------------------------------------ You are calling him, but he already has a premotion that something bad has happened. „Bucky, what the fuck is going on?“ you scolded. „Doll-“he whispers, wanting to know the reasoning behind your tone „Answer me, what are you looking at?“ he asks in a shuddering voice. „You, I’m fucking looking at you“ you say, focusing on your lungs, on your ability to take a deep breath, to soothe with oxygen as your words rolled off your tongue. Winter stalks to you, he grip you tightly by the upper arms, forcing you to look up into his eyes as he towered over you. He keeps holding your arm, somehow incapable of letting go, not now that he’d found an anchor, stilling the churning sea in his stomach. You don’t try to break away either. You freeze, and feel a tightness in your chest, a shortness of breath like you have been punched in the gut - "No way…“ you whisper, briefly closing your eyes when he comes too close, shamelessly staring - swallowing you whole – they drift down to your cleavage, sitting there for a second before flashing back to meet your gaze. One hand stays against your hip, the other grasps the back of your neck tightly.

Rage explodes inside, dangerous, lust rushing over your skin. The gleam of metal makes you slide your gaze away. It looks like ornamentation, a deadly one. His eyes remind you of the ocean: clear as spring water tumbling over mossy rocks, dark as a cloud shadow. „What do you mean you are looking at me?“ „Я не знаю, кто ты.“ (I don't know who you are)  „Нет, я имею ввиду, откуда ты?“ (No, I mean, where are you from?) „Who are you speaking to?“ „Солдат. Steve caused this, right?“ You respond immediately in a severe tone. The way you say it is uncomfortably familiar to Bucky, bringing up all kinds of bad memories from over the years. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly, concentrating on his breathing and trying not to drown in the horrid words that have gone through his ears. This is positively surreal. A burning fire lights up his thoughts. He looks for the source, only to find reflections of the flame - In this maze of mirrors, all he sees is himself, his past self. „You are in danger, you-“ he responds softly, voice barely above a whisper. „No, no I am not, and we both know it“ You cut him off abruptly. You sound thoughtful, rather than concerned „Talk with the others, I will keep a watch on him“ When there is nothing else to be said, you end the call. Winter can't suppress the desire to intertwine his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back and kissing you, the light pain forces your mouth open and uses that to savor it with his tongue. His need for air finally rips his tongue out from yours, sticky strands of spit spilling between your mouths as you share collective gasps of breath.

------------------------------------------------ Bucky remembers the feeling of possessiveness he has as the Winter Soldier over you, so intense it used to transformed into rage. He rubs his hand over his scalp, where his long hair used to be – now shaved very close to his head and bristling against his fingers as you end the call, lowering his blue eerily crystalline eyes before closing them. He feels like he should be crying, but he couldn’t summon the tears. And now that shadows of the past try to recapture his own new reality, in this hour of sadness, this twilight hour. Since that hallowed moment you first met at Hydra, he has never forgotten the love you had together and he thought that all the suffering had disappeared, minds cleared – a memory comes to him as old letter, tattered and fading and retracing a whole new timeline in just moments, his whole existence is recaptured by the shadows of the past and Sam worries as he enters the room. Bucky doesn’t acknowledge him - his friend is breaking from the inside.

„They will wipe me if we get caught again, Soldat“ she whispers as she touches his face, there is burning in her eyes, he stares, entranced. He melts at her touch, feeling an electric burn, like battery acid.

„You will remember me again“

He says, plainly. Hydra could never cripple their strange relationship, no matter how many times they tried, It’s like spring melting snow – wiped memories finding their way through the crevice of both their minds after every brainwashing session.

„It doesn't hurt less, it's paradoxical-“

She says, nodding at the sea-blue eyes, not looking away from him, but Soldat doesn’t let her finish as he kisses her. Winter’s lips are warm, his body is heat and muscle against her. He kisses her like tide, gentle at first, but with the ability to drown, his fingers digging into her waist, urging her ever-nearer to him, even when it’s physically impossible to be. Then they slithers over her chest, hands immediately find her breasts and he starts to massage them for his own pleasure. His fingers curls around the edges of her shirt, pulling and eventually tearing it away from her skin.

There is love and there is pain, a whirling wheel – never stopping. He wastes no time, kissing her deeply again, already missing the feeling of warmth. It hurts to go away, but it's impossible to stay. They are slow to trust their fading memory, not knowing what is real every time. Battered and bruised by the years they spend, below the surface of the real meaning of life – freedom.

"I always will be yours, Samodiva"

A simple reply, his voice cut into her like glass, his possessiveness bleeding into her skin. It isn’t something to be argued against, it’s the truth and she acknowledges that. It’s ridiculous, absurdly sentimental to think that she managed to lay a claim on him.

Samodiva is trying to think of something, coming up short when he presses his hips flush against her, the chest harness wrinkling under the tight grip of her fists, pulling him and he hems her up against the wall, grinding his cock against her. She slides one hand downwards, wrapping around his already-hardening manhood and squeezes, Soldat moans quietly and involuntarily rolls into the contact, desperately seeking relief.

There it is, as in the fairy tales, you are in love with the Ghost story and Bucky wonders what are you doing now – hundreds of miles away – alone with Winter. The truth is that monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside you, and sometimes they win, sometimes they literally come from the past to haunt you, to haunt Bucky once more. „Hey man, I am here for you, did Snezana told you something?“ Sam touches him and that’s grounds him a bit, he is gathering his thoughts through the haze of his past. James has to search his brain, remind himself what he’d even asked through his occlusive fog. „Yeah-h, my past self is here, he found her“ Bucky shakes his head, sadness vibrating through his body as he speaks through clenched teeth. As he stutters, Sam taps him on his shoulder, pulling him from the deep shadows of his dark vaults, he is directly next to him – and Bucky indulges himself to the reassuring touch.

„Let’s talk with Bruce “ Sam says quietly, his amber eyes staring intently at his troubled friend. This whole situation is killing him inside, ripping open fresh wounds that has scarcely begun to heal.

------------------------------------------------ Winter is lost in your eyes, it’s eating him alive.

He is covered in blood, it drops on the floor - the sight of gore was always peaceful in your corrupted existence at Hydra. He becomes obsessed in this moment of solitude with you, he has the need to touch you and you respond with a kiss, blood gets over your face. Your wretched fate was always shared, the need for touch also. Winter’s lust betrays him as he pushes you against the wall, feasting on your lips and neck, his hands running up and down your back.

“Relax, Winter” you giggles as you gently press your fingers into his shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss as he looms over her - waiting with a predatory grin.

„I need you“ he slurs, eyebrows furrowed as he glances up at you. His trembling fingers touch the strings in vain, wanting to find the right notes from the fading memory, Soldat wants his soul to vibrate again; with lust, with love. „I was on a mission then everything changed so suddenly - all I knew is to look for you“

He knows you feel his arousal, your closeness causing him to grow hard, inhaling sharply, enjoying the sensations you are eliciting in him.

“I need you, too” you finally answers without faltering, fully dismissing the bigger picture.

This is all Soldat needs to hear - his tongue flicking lightly over your neck once again, tracing the skin slowly, eliciting a moan from your lips, bodies acting on instinct. A soft squeak escapes your puffy lips, the tension building up in your body too fast, too soon. Winter puts his hands around your waist, your pants already unbuckled, surrendering to him.

He wastes no time… his hands suddenly drop to his own pants, popping the button open and then pulling down the zipper.

The feeling of your insides drains all of his self power to not come on the first trust, he moves at an excruciating slowly pace, fucking you into the wall, there is a glimpse of human nature when he fills the room with moans.

„I am yours“ he whispers, his words sending a series of chills through you.

This is about him, not you, this is what he needed. ------------------------------------------------

Winter likes it dark. The dark is comforting to him. The eternal clock ticks away the decades somewhere in the back of his mind – he knows it’s been decades and no matter the torture, screaming, endless training session or wipes, there is no escaping the maze of hell. There are no windows to show him night and day at Hydra - grief compels him more than sleep ever could – the maze of hell is always dark, so he loves the dark apartment, the curtains are pulled in the middle of the day, some habits don’t change.

You are facing the memories of your past, trying to elude the suffering of your own night terrors. Because behind all your suffering is standing a woman, ready to be reborn again. All you wanted is to learn to stand alone, not depend on others and Bucky is understanding of your wishes. It is good to finally let go, let the suffocating fragments of your past pour out of your heart – you are so homesick for yourself. But how do you rebuild your life when the past is here?

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Her honey-brown eyes and her small knife – that’s how Winter remembers her every time. He is hoping that some memories of him would cross her mind just once, he doesn’t care if it’s with disdain.

She feels a throb within her heart, in which no emotion takes part ,it's a yearning growing – to destroy. So sweet it thrills her through and through while tapping the hilt of a knife, staring at Winter, stillness fills the air.

He shifts the weight in his still posture – but before he could exhale, the sharp blade strikes his own knife and he watches it fall to the ground, out of reach. Winter craves strength, starves for strength when she charges at his confused self.

Winter is overpowered, but manages to actually land a successful blow which throws the attacker flying back. He is bigger and tougher, but she is small and scrappy – using it to her advantage to the fullest.

„Трахни тебя“ (Fuck you)

The tension is weighing heavily, vibrating tightly through her clenched fists as she launches at him once more, tackling him on the hard asphalt and getting on top on him. A bigger knife, a blur, as it sweeps up towards his throat. The weapon locks against him, trapping him on the ground, using his metal arm to block it.  

The gleam of metal makes her slide her gaze away. It looks like ornamentation, a deadly one. She resists the temptation to rub her fingers over it. There is nothing to feel there. But why is there a familiar feeling inside of her, the arm is blending with a memory.

Winter follows her gaze to the arm, and then back to her face, using her mistake to turn them over, letting anger fuels him, because he has nothing else left. A trickle of sweat runs down her forehead, groaning under the weight of Soldat.

„Now this is interesting“ one of the guards manages a half-smile in response to the sight and inclined his  head.

„Enough“

Terror fills Samodiva’s mind at the familiar voice – in every language, even in the darkness she will always recognize his voice. The man just stares. His face is still veiled in her memories, but the dark paint outlining his eyes only makes them bluer. Eyes that has always reminded her of the ocean: clear as spring water tumbling over mossy rocks, dark as a cloud shadow.

Her breath catches. It was him. He looks away at the other soldiers, lowering his gaze, but she knew him. She knows him.

„When was I wiped?“

she asks, a tremor makes her voice uneven. She takes in a deep breath to balance out the urgency thrumming through her.

„Two days ago, after you returned from a mission“

„They will wipe me again“

He grunts at the warmth of her body, face gone red and strained, shining with sweat as well. She smiles widely, unable to hide her moments of human happiness completely. Winter blinks and smiles back. They have slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never seem to recover.

„You will remember again, you always do“

He says it as a matter of fact, without the scorn and mockery, but as an accepted truth before getting up and makes himself stroll away casually, taking a fighting pose once more.

You have nightmares. Not every night, and not always bad enough that you can’t fall back to sleep, but disruptive, nevertheless. You draw in a deep breath in a loud sucking wheeze and shots upright in bed, panting and looking wildly around the room. You are safe.

"Shit" you gasp, head is throbbing from the nightmare "Damn it" you comb fingers through your hair, cursing under your breath. The digital clock numbers gleam in the darkness of the nightstand - 5:00 am. You isolate the panic seizing your veins and lungs, freezing it out, old memory forcing its way to the forefront of your mind through the nightmare. You throw your legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for the cup of water on the nightstand. “What is your mission, why are you here?” Winter finally asks and your brain flips, calculating the meaning of that question. „Samodiva, did you hear me?“ His voice carries flat, syllables sour, so lifeless. He knows that you have sensed his presence, because you sigh when he asks the question. He didn’t speak after he fucked you against the wall, you two spend the whole day in silence - you didn’t want to pressure him to do anything so you waited. You laugh weakly, feigning humility with a half shrug „Samodiva? That’s something I haven’t heard in a long time“ You snap your attention to him and your heart flips, sinks, or otherwise makes its machinations known in a way wholly unusual to its normal operation – he looks so lost, he looks soulless. You resist the urge to speak, to acknowledge the discomfort that envelopes him, whispering of paradox avoidance, but fuck the broken timelines „Come here, Зима“ (Winter) He stops in front of you, belatedly realizing where his feet have carried him. There is no glamour, no attempt to hide it, nothing: his lust takes over all his senses. The unwelcomed bubble of intrusive lust, sinking into an even more heavily occluded state – you feel it too. His beautiful features offering themselves to your gaze as you trail though them, annoyed at how attractive Winter looks - with his dark, messy locks covering part of his face – putting your mind into a darker cloud of irritation, waiting for him to do whatever he wants. In one swift motion, he pulls the mask off his face to reveal those piercing blue eyes you had fallen in love with over the decades as he sits right next to you. „Я по тебе соскучился.“(I missed you) A hand slips, landing on your thigh. „Я тебя поцелую... Потом... Если захочешь.“ (I will kiss you…Then…If you want.) Your eyes follow his fingers as they caress you. „Я... хочу целоваться с тобой повсюду.“ (I want to kiss you everywhere) He seems pleased as he edges closer to the dangerous parts of your body. Winter’s other hand reaches out and caresses your cheek, his metal thumb running over your cheekbone before it lowers to your chin, whilst the other remains on your tight. „Зима...“ His name falling on his ears like that sent chills down his spine, he can hear the beat of his heart, his palms belong on your skin as he closes the gap between you. Nothing is sweeter, nothing else than his Samodiva – lust is spreading like quickfire in his veins, groaning in the kiss. His lips softly leave yours, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you easily in his lap. Winter’s greedy lips are once again on your skin, devouring everything he can – licking, sucking, and kissing not holding back his throaty moans. ------------------------------------------------ He used to freeze in senseless terror in the first bite of vicious Winter – nightmares making him hem his nails in his skin, balled into a dance of despair from which he can’t wake up. He years for warmth, oh God, grant me flame to heat my blood, the loneliness is shattering me. So many spring-times die away, not leaving even one flower, oh God, grant me love and consolation in my long-lived life.

Every scream, every groan and every sound shattered the frightened stillness of the night – Bucky is having another nightmare. Darkness seeps into him, he can no longer hear the harrowing quiet rain, only Bucky’s screams. He gives in the mournful yearning to go to his room, quietly opening his door and entering.

The noises don’t fall silent, he loiterers lonely in the dark to sit next to him on the bed – the sight looks like Bucky’s calm nature is faded, distant and forgotten. An unsettled Winter creaks, always greedy, never sated.

Grief compelled him for too long, more than sleep. He wanted something to last – your love. Yes, there are times you live for somebody else – he is capable of living, but sometimes too weak to fight the past until you came along.

From a secret distance, a tender voice calls him –

Someone is calling him, his dream girl wrapped in love and flowers –

„Doll?“

„I am here, Bucky,” he whispers, staring mutinously at him. „Sam?“ Whatever thoughts of the nightmare are passing through his mind, James blinks them away. He refuses to look away from his anger, feeling equal parts furious and ashamed „I can’t believe this is happening“ Sam touchеs him on the shoulder. „We will figure it out“ The utter normality of his tone manages to puncture his haze of Hell for a moment. Bucky smiles, and even in the darkness, Sam could see the dull white gleam of his teeth – Reality is worse than having nightmares – he thinks „Don’t wake me up again“ ------------------------------------------------

“The most monstrous monster is the monster with noble feelings” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Chicken nuggies.

Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.

Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.

That wasn't good.

"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"

Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.

"Buck-

"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.

As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.

He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.

"Do we try and help or-

"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"

You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.

Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.

Then you saw him beside you.

Such a gorgeous man.

Handsome.

One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.

"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.

You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.

There was only one thing you wanted now.

"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.

"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.

A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.

It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.

*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*

"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"

Throwing an idea out for the future: beauty and the beast with winter soldier bucky. Imagine you plead for him to let your father go, willing to take his place instead. Imagine your softness breaks him out of prison his mind is held in.

It doesn’t happen instantly but the soldier slowly learns to care of the soft, sweet thing that is now his captive.

Imagine the way he’d grow protective over you over time.

Imagine how sweet he’d be if he went from speaking roughly in Russian to his soft Brooklyn drawl the day he snaps out of the mind control.

You’re not sure what’s happening.

“Soldat?” You whisper, hesitantly bringing your hand to his scruffy cheek.

“цветок” (flower) he whispers back, that precious name he’d given just for you, “it’s me, flower”

Angst

All the kisses.

Smut?

A need.

Chicken nuggies.

Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.

Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.

That wasn't good.

"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"

Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.

"Buck-

"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.

As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.

He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.

"Do we try and help or-

"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"

You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.

Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.

Then you saw him beside you.

Such a gorgeous man.

Handsome.

One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.

"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.

You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.

There was only one thing you wanted now.

"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.

"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.

A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.

It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.

*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*

"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"