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Coyote Ugly part 4

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) As always I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing (not surprised), mentions of ptsd and flashback, angst, little bit of fluff, y’all ain’t ready

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earth's greatest heroes force that path?

To say I wasn’t a fan of Fury was a major understatement. Although the day was spent laughing and forgetting about everything, Maci still dragged me to Shield headquarters. I knew she wouldn’t let me go home until her boss had heard the news. I dreaded the meeting with every fiber of my being. Don’t get me wrong, I owe a lot to Shield, but Nick Fury was one man I never liked to be in the presence of. The drive was silent except from the radio playing God knows what. The closer we got the more anxious and nauseous I felt. I was so wrapped up in my head that I wasn’t paying attention until I heard it. The first few keys made me freeze in my seat. 

500 miles I had it all planned Drove all day to ask your Dad for your hand I wrote it all out I knew what I'd say My heart it was racing and my hands started to shake But I, took a deep breath and I said I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She's my everything She's all I'll ever need And she loves me at my worst Sir, I give you my word I promise to love her

“M turn that off.” I whispered feeling the tears form, my throat went dry, and all the blood in my body turned ice cold. Maci to wrapped up in singing the song didn’t hear me. My heart began to race and I felt a cold sweat rise over my brows. ‘Maci turn it the fuck off!” I said louder this time. Her attention suddenly taken off the the song to me, but she didn’t move to change it. 

The music plays And I'm all a mess As I watch you walking towards me in that pretty white dress Do you take this woman to be your wife To have and to hold for the rest of your life Well I, took a deep breath and I said I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She's my everything She's all I'll ever need And she loves me at my worst I'm giving my word I promise to love her and keep her Want her and need her Make her my whole world And when that day comes I'll come undone When that doctor brings in that little girl I promise to love her With all that I have I'll put nothing above her And I won't turn my back She'll be my everything And all I'll ever need My little angel on earth

I tried to slow my ragging heart, while my fingers began to shake. Maci noticing finally turned the song off, but not fast enough. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. “What? Do you not like the song that much?” she asked completely caught off guard by my reaction. I shook my head in anger and wiped  the tears away fiercely. “Yes! In fact when I am around do not ever play that fucking song again!” I seethed before turning my head to look out the window. 

“Y/n talk to me... I don’t know-” Maci began, but I cut her off with my hand. Releasing a sigh, I moved to look at my best friend. “You can’t fix this M. This has to do with the bastard.” I said sighing heavily. Maci waited for me to continue. “He played it when he was in his ‘nice’ moods, but he would also play it when he wanted to hurt me. He filled my head with empty promises with that song, and crushed every single one of them with it as well. He would play it only when I was ‘good’ and swear it would be us after he fixed me. He would also play it when he would beat the shit out of me, saying I am the reason we would never be able to fulfill ‘our’ song. I detest that song, just please don’t play it around me.” I finished my eyes trained on my fingers. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked her voice breaking a little, before she quickly recovered. I just shrugged my shoulders while trying to come up with an excuse. “In a way I guess it felt like I still had something to hang onto, what it is I don’t know, but it was something no one else knew about what happened to me M. It just solidified that I was there alone, no one else. There wasn’t you or Tony, hell there wasn’t Fury yet. In some twisted sense it made it all feel more real.” I confessed slowly, while lifting my head up. Maci looked with tears in her eyes. “Y/n what happened to you changed you, and it was real. You don't need to hold onto it to make sure it was real. Yes you were alone, but you aren’t anymore. You have people who would die for you. You don’t have to keep it all in anymore.” she said grabbing her hand with mine. I slowly nodded my head, before training my eyes on the compound. Well if anything she said was true people would die for me, but all for a secret. 

The compound was still the same as I remembered it almost 3 years ago. The walls are still white with black or gray accents actually the whole building was filled with white, black, or gray. The walk to Fury’s office was too long for comfort. My stomach twisted and churned the closer we got. Maci was walking with her head held high, without a care in the world. While I shrank into myself, but displaying a fake smile on the outside. Maci’s abrupt stop made me almost run into her. Her eyes were scanning the surroundings, before she glanced back towards me. Slowly she brought her finger to her lips motioning for me to stay quiet. Time slowed while my heart ragged on. Inhaling as quietly as I could I tried to keep myself from panicking. The compound was quiet, too quiet, normally people are everywhere like flies; but there wasn’t a soul to be seen. 

“Y/n, follow my every move! And don’t lose control...” she whispered calmly, her once green eyes now almost black. I nodded my head, before following Maci down different hallways than before. We were off the main floors and in the tunnels. If something was wrong, we would be safe there or meeting the danger head on. I replayed my favorite things to keep my breathing from rising, while my hands were beginning to tremble and my legs felt like mush. “Y/n when we . hit this door we bolt for it you hear me?” she harsly whispered while grabbing my arm. I was too focused on the door to notice Maci’s warning. Her persistent jerking snapped my gaze to her. “Shit! Your eyes.” she said before looking around. When she double checked we were alone she met my gaze again. “Y/n you have got to remain in control. You can out run my by miles you hear me, so no matter what happens you keep running.” her voice filled with conviction and determination. “M you must be dumb to think I would leave you behind.” I say while shaking my head at her. Maci just rolls her eyes before placing the keys to the car in my hand. “Y/n! We don’t know what is behind there....If the compound has been taken over and someone is here our job is to get you out of here!” she said before grabbing my arms and staring at me with a look of such desperation. “Promise me if things get ugly in there you will go straight to Tony’s! Or I swear on my aunt Helen I will whoop your ass to Timbuktu.” she whispered before locking eyes on me again. I slowly nod my head, understanding it was her job to keep me out of enemy hands. Maci content with my answer returned back to facing the door. I released the breathe I didn’t know I was holding, silently preparing myself for what was to come. Then with one finally look Maci opened the door and before we knew it all hell broke loose....

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I spent the next several hours in the training room, punching everything in my path. I was currently on my 5th bag when Steve strolled in, his hands in his pockets and a defeated look on his face. I didn’t stop the task at hand which was currently to get all my pent up frustration out on the bag. Steve didn’t speak to me until I finally quit my assault on the bag. “You know Buck I’ll always have your back..” he began before trailing off like he couldn’t get the words out, but before he could finish I cut him off. “No! I get it, take their sides on how wrong it was, but you know what we did was necessary!” I snapped, throwing Steve a hard glare. He shifted uncomfortably not liking the position he found himself in. 

“I’m sorry Buck, but you know we should have just asked Tony before unlocking that file. Now I have Nat mad at me for going along with it, and Tony won’t come out of the labs.” he said looking defeated. “Don’t shift the blame, we both knew what we were doing!” I snap not being able to contain my anger anymore. “I took the blame for you because no one would question me digging up someone’s past, but do not for a second think you can come in here and guilt trip me!” I yell finally facing my friend. Steve looked passive, but I know underneath there was a storm brewing. “What do you want me to do Buck?!” he yelled back lifting his hands into the air. “I want you to help me find out more.” I say more calmly, while crossing my arms over my chest. Steve stood there mirroring me, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I can't do that Buck.” he says while grinding his teeth. “Then leave.” I force out, before turning back around to continue my assaults. Steve didn’t move an inch his gaze burning holes in my back. “I really am sorry Buck.” he whispers before leaving me alone with my thoughts.   

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Adrenaline. That is what kept me from feeling anything. The sounds of gunshots were echoing off everywall. The only light to help guide me came out in pathetic flashes. My grip on Maci’s hand only intensified as we maneuvered through the chaos.  The only thing I could make out was we were stuck in a crossfire. There were 2 sides, this I know from the different smell of the the guns. “M we gotta find Fury.” I whisper slowing my movements. Maci didn’t respond just kept moving forward. The sudden grasp on my neck made my body freeze. “Where ya going 236.” the voice whispered, but before I could answer Maci was on the assalent, working on his grip. My blood rushed to my head and the instinct to lose control slowly crept up my spine. Effortlessly I pulled his hand off my neck, before swiftly kicking him on the ground. The scent of fear soon flooded my nostrils, making them flare with desire. But before I could do anything further, Maci’s hand on my arm pulled me away from my target. 

“Hagyd elmenni. (let him go)” Maci whispered in my ear. The urge was getting stronger to rip his heart out with each passing second, but Maci wouldn’t let me. “Ez már nem te vagy. Ne hagyja nekik elégedettségüket adni nekik. (This isn't you anymore. Stop giving them the satisfaction that it is.)” she persisted before reaching for my hand. Closing my eyes I released my hold on his throat letting his body crumple to the floor. “Let’s move.” I whisper not liking that we were exposed. Maci agreeing continued to lead me further into the tunnels. 

Time seemed to slow as the guns continued their pursuit of victims. While moans were heard everywhere from those unfortunate of falling victim. The many hallways was starting to make my head feel fuzzy with confusion. the closer we got to the exit the quieter the shots got and so did the moans. Maci squeezed my hand three times signaling we were close to the exit. But my stomach kept churning with uncertainty. 

As we rounded the last corner, a fire rang through the halls. And before we knew it a second and then a third before we were forced back. “M are you hurt?” I ask releasing my friends hand to check my own body as well. “I’m ok, none hit me. Are you ok?” she asks before grabbing my shoulder. As soon as her hand touched my shoulder she drew it back. “Fuck your shoulder.” she breathed, while ripping a piece of her shirt off. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” I say while avoiding her advances. “Y/n let me at least cover it.” 

“No, I said I’m fine. What we need to worry about is how the hell we are going to get through them.” 

“Well if you let me..” 

“M I swear to God if you touch me I will roundhouse kick you.” I harshly whisper. Maci let her hands fall, obviously knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. We stood there for a few seconds gathering your thoughts on what to do next. “Ok, fuck Y/n. We have to surrender” she whispers before peering around the corner, causing another round of gunshots to echo through the hall. I slowly nod my head before making my way infront of her. “What the hell are you doing?” she says while trying to grab my shirt.  I avoid her hands while slowly bringing my own up.

 “Ez 236. A barátom és én fegyvertelen vagyunk és hajlandóak leszünk átadni mindaddig, amíg le nem engedi fegyvereidet. (This is 236. My friend and I are unarmed and are willing to surrender, as long as you lower your weapons.)”  I yell while revealing myself from the corner. There were 3 men standing in front of the door, none that I could recognize. Maci slowly followed behind me, allowing herself more room to jump back if they were to fire at her. 

“Engedje el a barátomat, és én szívesen megyek. (Let my friend go and I will go willingly.)” I yell while taking a few cautious steps forward. One of the men grunted before the weapons were lowered. “Y/n what are you doing?” Maci whispered while falling into step with me. “Saving your life.” was all I said before glancing her way. Mer face contorted with a mixture of anger and sadness. “No.” she said while stopping her movements. “M, I don’t have a choice, now move your ass. I’ll be right behind you.” I whisper, slowly bringing my gaze back to the men. We continued the walk in silence until we reached the men. 

The one in the middle nodded his head, before slowly opening the door. The sunlight burst in with a vengeance, causing me to squint my eyes. “Csak ő mozog, vagy mi lőni fogjuk. (Only she moves, or we'll shoot her.)” he said while nodding his head towards Maci. Maci glances back at me before making her way out of the door. She stopped and looked back at me to see what I was gonna do. Our eyes met and for a second I hoped she would listen. 

I slowly tilted my head to motion her to keep walking, but she stood firm. Worry settled into my skin when the guy on the right began to lift his gun. I tilt my head again for her to keep going. Fuck Maci please for once listen. As soon as he raised his gun Maci turned back around and kept walking. As soon as the light had come it was gone. Silence filled the air before the gut in the middle began to smirk. “Azt mondták, hogy veszélyes vagy, de itt be vannak zárva ezekbe az alagutakba, és Ön is megadja magát. Hogyan érzi magát itt bezáródni velünk? (They said you were dangerous, but here we are locked in these tunnels and you surrendering. How does it feel to be locked in here with us)” he says while reaching for my hair. I slowly begin to smile allowing myself to lose control. “Nem, nem vagyok itt bezárva. Itt vagytok bezárva velem. (No, I am not locked in here with y'all. You are locked in here with me.)” I whisper before meeting his eyes. His smirk began to fall, and before I knew it their blood was covering my hands. 

Wiping my brow I make my way to the door, carefully avoiding the damage I’d caused. With a small push the door swung open, and the light welcomed me once more. Before I could walk further a voice stopped me dead in my tracks. “I see you haven’t changed sweetheart.” he said, making my skin crawl. I turned on my heels to find Brock leaning against the wall down the hallway. “Such a shame you didn’t finish like you wanted to. I mean their hearts are still in their chests.” he chuckled before motioning to the bodies at my feet. “I’m not that person anymore.” I yell, before eyeing the bodies. The Insatiable hunger starting to gnaw at my insides.

 Brock let out a small laugh before meeting my hard stare. “You may be able to lie to yourself, but never to me. I know you better than you know yourself. Hell I created you.” he says his eyes leaving mine to rack over my body. A shiver ran it’s way up my spine, turning my blood cold. He quickly met my gaze before breaking out into a dark smile. “You can run all you want Y/n, but I will get you back. I don’t like what’s mine to be gone for too long.” he whispers before pushing himself off the wall and walking back into the darkness. 

Tags: @buckysthing​, @mccloudchloe​

Coyote Ugly part 3

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) This was so long overdue!!!! I’m sorry for such the long wait I made the mistake of grabbing a snack and came back and the whole chapter was deleted :( (the pain I felt). However, to make up for the wait I should be posting the other 2-3 within tonight or tomorrow!! As always I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing, more ptsd (may be triggering), angst, things start to build!!

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

An annoyed groan left my lips as I looked back at her picture. Her bright (y/e/c) eyes that were sparkling from earlier, now appearing dull through the screen. Her hair dull and lifeless, resembling the emotions held in her face. Her face was hollowed and thin, dark circles apparent under her eyes. I couldn’t wrap my head around how this was the same girl. If anything I would have thought they were twin sisters, and one fell into the wrong crowd. Shaking my head I placed the tablet down and pinched the bridge of my nose. the only thought crossing my mind was, who are you? 

The silence was cut short by the slam of the door opening. I didn't need to open my eyes to know it was Tony. “Are you fucking serious?” he yelled. I turned my head towards Steve who was looking right back at me. Great. “Now Tony before you start a fight-” Stave began to try and defuse the tension building, but Tony wasn’t having it. “I said to drop it! How hard could it be to just drop it? But no you went behind my back and invaded someone’s privacy, might I add a someone I love like a sister!” roaring he stepped further into the room. 

“She lied to you at the party.” I replied flatly

“The fuck did you say?”

“She lied to you, hell all of us back there!” I began feeling my own anger rising. “Tony how well do you know her? I mean there isn’t a shred of paper on her, no one has that little of information on them!” I say standing, while subtly crossing my arms over my chest. The metal turning and shifting was the only thing distracting me from losing control. 

Tony stared at us for a second, before shaking his head. “Friday call a team meeting, NOW!” he said eying both Steve and I. “Right away Mr. Stark. Is the living room ok?” the system responded earning a curt ‘that will do’ from Tony. “You want to know more about her? Well first we’re going to discuss serious matters, before we get to that part Barnes.” Tony fumed, before storming out. I took my chances looking at Steve, he looked just as confused as I was. “Did we just start something?” I questioned hoping he would provide me the clarity I was searching for. Steve stood there for a second before looking at me. “All I have to say is she better be worth what Tony is about to do, because Nat will freak if we did this without a good reason Buck.” was all he said before following Tony. Shit. 

The living room was in full chaos by the time Steve and I arrived. Wanda and Vision were arguing with Clint and Thor over what this ‘meeting’ would be about. Loki sat across from Natasha and Bruce who looked focused in their own conversation. Sam sat in his love seat with popcorn. He was smiling like a kid on Christmas. Tony was in the front setting up the screen. I felt out of place, don’t get me wrong I love the team (well most of them). But right now I felt like a fish in a shark tank and I was about to meet a very slow death. Steve strolled over to Natasha, who upon seeing him smiled. “What the hell is going on?” she asked watching Steve for any sort of hint. He looked down at her and smiled. “I guess we’re about to find out soon.” was all he said before joining her on the couch. I took my chances on the wall behind Loki, who seeing me knew this was going to more of a scolding then a meeting. “What did you do now Barnes?” he harsly whispered, with a smug smirk on his face. I just rolled my eyes and stayed on the wall. 

“Well now that we are all here.” Tony began, “I want to bring something to everyone’s attention.” he paused and scanned the room. No one moved an inch, but stared back at him confused as to what this was all about. “Invasion of privacy is a big deal! Now I know I’ve dealt in invading people’s privacy, but I want all of you to know right now. If you are going to try and dig information on anyone without my knowledge. Do not use my resources, I will not permit anything of the sorts. Now why is this relevant Tony? I’ll tell you why. Wanda put your hand down.” he snapped. 

Wanda taken by surprise lowered her hand and waited for him to continue. “Now as you all know I have very few people in my life who are dear to me!  People who are like family, besides all of you. I take it very personal when I let some of you meet someone close to my heart and for you to try and invade their privacy.” he stopped again, eying Steve and I. This caught everyone’s attention, causing me to shift my weight between my feet. “So I have decided to tell all of you about this special person and some general information, and I hope this will end curios minds from continuing their search.” Tony stated before tapping the screen. Her picture appeared replacing the once black screen. Her eyes still as emotionless as they were before. I couldn’t keep my gaze off of her. 

“This is my ‘adoptive’ sister Lea Black. She is 23 years old and owns her own Business, Coyote Ugly. This picture was taken 3 years ago when I first met her. She is my family and frankly I could use some. Here.” he said tapping the screen again. “is her today.” The image was completely opposite from the previous one. Your (y/h/c) shone brightly in the sunlight. Your delicate (y/e/c) eyes were squinted just a bit from your smile. Your eyes alone held so many emotions and life in them, I felt myself getting lost within them. Forcing my gaze from your eyes your smile welcomed me like a warm summer day. It was effortless and raw, truly beautiful. You were standing in the middle of a sunflower field with a bright yellow dress on. You looked content and at peace. 

“Now like I said she does own Coyote Ugly, a few of use have had the pleasure of being clients there, but if I find out that there is anymore invading her privacy there will be hell to pay.” as he finished everyone slowly looked around the suddenly to small of a room. There was a brief silence before Sam’s voice broke through. “So that’s why y’all were in a hurry to get back.” he stated throwing more popcorn into his mouth. “What does he mean by that Steve?” Wanda asked knowing no one was gonna let her in their minds. Steve lowered his hands into his hands, releasing a long sigh. “Well I-” but before he could continue I interrupted him. 

“I was the one who invaded both Lea’s and Tony’s privacy. She said something back at the club and I caught her in a lie. I forced steve to help me and againsts his better judgment he helped because he is my best friend. I am sorry Tony for doing what I did, but I will not apologize for trying to find the truth. There is something more you won’t tell us about her and I’ll be damned if I don’t figure it out.” I said my voice slowly lacing with venom as I spoke. Before anyone could say anything else, I stormed out of the room. Leaving them all in confusion and my head swarming with questions. 

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How could I have been so foolish? I let a dry laugh pass my lips. How did he find me? Why hasn’t he come for me directly, Brock wasn’t a patient man, what’s his game?  Releasing a frustrated groan I stand up, deciding it was best if I left my home for a bit. Maybe going to see Maci would help. I glance at the clock seeing it was only 11 am, I normally would be getting up at this time, but I haven’t slept at all last night.

 I tossed and turned before caving in on the fact I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep. I spent most of the night sitting on my balcony embracing nature’s tranquility; while silently wishing I was as peaceful. The moon shone high above me, almost proudly. And with every pass of the night breeze sent a shiver up my spine causing me to nestle further into my blankets. My mind soon wandered over when I was little and everything was so simple. But simplicity is a luxury only few can afford. Around dawn I made my way inside for some coffee before resuming my silent contempt. Living a life mine, caffeine was the only consistent thing in it, besides Maci and Tony. The sun rose emitting soft orange hues, making the almost pitch black night turn into a shade of vivid lilac and pink. 

At that moment I wished for once time would freeze and let me relish this a few seconds longer, but all good things must come to an end. I finally made my way back inside, and began pacing back and forth once more; leaving a permanent trail in its wake. I don’t remember when I had decided to take a shower, only when did the scalding hot water hit my skin did my overly tense muscles relax. I stayed there for well over an hour trying to escape my reality. But all to soon the familiar worrying and unsettling feelings started creeping back in. 

Forcing me back to reality. I proceeded to get ready in an almost dazed like trance. I hadn’t even realize I was downstairs till I was grabbing my keys. The drive was around 15 minutes, surprisingly short for New York traffic. Maci had been by my side since we were little. She knew everything about my past and still stayed with me. I didn’t knock when I reached her house, using the key she made me I opened the door. I began to shrug myself up the stairs and slowly make my way to her room. 

I noiselessly open her door, her room was barely lit. Her shades were almost drawn closed allowing the only light to enter from their small cracks. I quietly made my way to my side of the bed, before taking off my shoes. Double checking for any one night stand stragglers, before easing under the covers. Minutes passed and the only sound in the room was her soft snores. Slowly I positioned myself to face her, while trying to make sure she didn’t wake up. “Don’t be quiet on my account. I heard you when you opened the front door dumbass.” she said in a airy laugh. I laughed as well party at her response and the other out of relief. I hate silence. “I was trying to be considerate moody Judy. What’s got you so cranky?” I ask genuinely curious. Maci is normally and angel when she wakes up. “I met tequila, and tequila knocked me on my ass.” was all she said before we were taken by a fit of giggles. 

Maci got out the bed with an urgent need to go pee. She left me still silently shaking my head and laughing. She wasn’t gone long as soon enough we were facing each other again. “What’s bothering you gorgeous. Normally you don’t come over here till after lunch. And I can practically hear your thoughts turning around in there.” she said tapping me lighting on the head. I pursed my lips not know where to begin, and eventually giving up while rolling onto my back. I let out a long frustrated groan while my arms covered my face. “I don’t know if that was angry frustrated or sexually frustrated, but I will gladly help with either.” 

Maci said earning a heartfelt laugh from me. Maci was something else, and the complete opposite of me. She was 5′7, thin and toned in all the right places. She had long blonde hair that fell to her low back and sparkling green eyes. She was the equivalent of sex on legs, she slept with anyone and everyone. No matter size, gender, or sexuality. Not only that but she was extremely intelligent and witty, maybe that is why Shield hired her.

“Definitely angry frustrated, but I’ll let you know about the other.” I said jokingly. she said something along the lines of ‘you better’, but I was still too busy laughing. She got out of bed to put her hair up as she waited for me to talk. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” she persisted standing in front of the bed. I sat up running my hands through my hair. “Yesterday there were a couple of kids who snuck into the club. Nothing out of the ordinary until we started to interrogate them. Someone had paid them to sneak into the club. Me being curious as to why kept persisting on the topic.” I said before pausing to release a sigh. I looked down at my hands before meeting her waiting gaze. “Well one of the kids, she said he paid them to come and find out if there was a y/n y/l/n there. I was stunned because only a few people know my real name M. So against my better judgement I asked who sent them. A-an-and she said he was a man who went by the name of Brock.” I finished looking at my best friend. 

Minutes of silence passed between us before Maci spoke again. Her gaze was fixed on the wall behind me.  “Fucking bastard will wish he was dead, before I ever get the chance to find him.” she fumed catching me off guard. “M I don’t know what to do. I can’t stop living my life, and so far there has been no more contact attempts.” I said her stare was hard and cold, before softening when she looked at me. “You know I will have to tell Fury Y/n... I would much rather you be safe than in the hands of that bastard again.” she replied softly while sitting next to me. I let her words sink in for a moment, while trying to come up with some answer. 

“Then tell Fury. I was foolish to think I could out run my past...” I said while the memories clawed their way back into my mind. 

“Come now it’s not that bad see?!” Brock said while bringing the needle too close for comfort. I flinched back only to earn a hard slap on my left cheek. The room he held me in was white, but not the pretty, pure white. No this white was dirty almost yellow, close to turning brown. The lights were bright as if knowing they were going to burn themselves into my memory. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this. I stopped fighting him a long time ago, so why did he keep treating me this way? His hand came around to my arm, jerking harshly for me to move. When I didn’t move fast enough he dug his nails deeper into my delicate flesh, causing me to bite down on my tongue. Tears brimmed my eyes, while metallic filled my mouth. He led me down hallway after hallway, my tears causing me to trip earning more punches or kicks, whatever Brock felt like doing. When we reached the last hallway there was only one door at the end of it. It was all black and metal by the way the light reflected off of the steel. And as if to make it worse there was a large red x painted in the center of the door, making a shiver dance up my spine. My head was pounding and I began to think this is how I will die. I began to feel betrayed, betrayed by my family for abandoning me the way they did, betrayed by my brain for it won’t cooperate with my body, and lastly betrayed by heart for ever being able to love a man like Brock; and worse of all for still loving him. He released my arm to start unlocking the door, and my body came alive. I had a minute tops to start my escape and if I were to die, well I’ll be damned if I don’t go down with a fight. I turned on my heels and sprinted down the hallway. My blood felt like it was going a billion miles an hour, my ears were ringing, and natural instinct took control. I rounded the first corner and kept going, I heard the footsteps getting closer, but I kept pushing. As I went to round my 3rd corner a hand grasped my hair and flung me back, forcing me to land on my back and head. The air that once fueled my lungs to escape completely vanished and I was left a coughing mess. My head began spinning as all the blood rushed to the injury. Brock came into view and leaned over my body. He swayed his finger in a ‘no’ motion while tutting at me. “Now sweetheart, why’d you go and get yourself hurt like that? I haven’t even shown you my surprise yet and here we are with you hurting yourself again.” he said with a dark smile. I gasped for a few more minutes trying to gain the strength to crush his heart like he did mine over and over again. “I-I-I” I stopped to inhale a breathe, my breathe coming back to me. he leaned forward before grabbing my hair and pulling my face close to his, our lips no more than a hair apart. “What was that?” he asked a scowl forming on his once handsome face. The face I used to trace and love with every fiber of my being. “I-I-I was going to sa-y... I’m not your swee-eetheart no more!” I said before spitting in his face. His eyes clouded with fury I have grown to know all too well. He dropped my face and stood up motioning for whoever that was coming to wait. “We’ll see about that Y/n...” was all he said before I felt the feeling of his foot kicking my face and everything went black. 

It tooks me a while to remember I was at Maci’s and not at that horrific place. My breaths came out uneven and short. “Y/n? I need you to breathe okay? You are having a panic attack, hands over your head. What are your favorite things in the world?” Maci asked kneeling in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to cry. “Y-yo-you....” I paused to raise my hands over my head to allow myself better access to breathe. After a few seconds I got a deep breathe allowing me to continue. “To-ony.. m-y job... a-and.” I paused again finally getting my breathing to return back to normal. I slowly lowered my hands and looked at Maci. “And cake.” I said with a small smile. “There ya go. See, you are ok? Now how about we get that cake and a stronger concealer for your dark circles.” she said with a smile. I laughed before pushing her slightly. “Hey!” I laughed getting up and slipping on my shoes. “Well babe I don’t ever hide the truth and the truth right now is we need food in our bellies! And some new makeup!” She said before throwing her hair into a messy bun. I gazed at her for a second, before glancing at her full length mirror. “Ooo God! You’re right, I look like a racoon.” I said laughing followed by a very loud ‘mhm’. 

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Coyote Ugly part 2

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing, angst, some ptsd (may be triggering), fluff if you squint

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

It was only 5 am and people were still coming in. Already there have been 6 fights and 3 separate girl drama. No one ever really grows up do they?? Stretching my cramped muscles I swing my legs off the couch. 30 minutes of quiet is all I ask for, but quiet doesn’t pay the bills.

“Lea! We have stragglers in here.” Alec calls through the door. With a grunt I push myself off the couch taking extra time to stretch my legs. The door swings open before I could even move. “Lea!” Alec yells stepping inside. “For fucks sake Alec! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” I shriek. An amused smile plays at his lips. “Sorry boss didn’t know if you were awake.” He says followed by a small chuckle. Regaining my composure I hurriedly walk out of my office. “Next time knock.” I warn glancing around the bar.

“Joe found those 2 hanging around the back.” Alec points to 2 kids who look like they were about to pass out. With a curt nod I make my way towards them. “Hello?” I ask noticing their glances towards each other. “Joe let’s take them to the back room.” I instruct watching horror cross their faces. Their stiff body movements and downward gases gave them away before they could even speak.

“I’m going to ask this once and it is very important that you answer truthfully.. okay?” I begin noticing their slight head nods. “Who sent you to my bar? And who are you?” I ask raising my eyebrow for emphasis. The girl fidgets before releasing a deep sigh. “I’m Mak and this is Jordan.” She says gesturing between them 2. I nod my head for her to continue. “I swear we didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. This guy came up to us the other day and said he’d pay our college off if we get intel on a Miss Y/L/N, but it seems there is no here by that name. We are sorry for breaking in.” He words fall deaf to my ears. The world seems to stop for a second and bile rises in the back of my throat. “Uhh- mhm what is his name?” I ask letting out a small cough to keep my throat from tightening.

“He said his name was Brock. I honestly don’t think that is his real name. Uhh ma’am your really pale are you okay?” She asks earning a shake of my head. “I’m perfectly fine. Now how about a deal? I’ll pay off your college and buy you a house fully paid for if you forget you were ever here.” I state watching their eyes almost bulge out of their heads. After some squealing yeses I dismiss them telling them to leave their contact info with Joe.

Fuck.... was all that was going through my head. He couldn’t have found me. No there was no way! I changed my identity and life. I even left Brooklyn! Releasing a heavy groan my hands fly to my hair as I pace my office. My hands shaking and my breathing shallow. What the hell am I gonna do now?

Life was great... to say the least. I’m out of debt and have my own place thanks to one man. His smile was so charming every time he threw it my way. “Y/N!” Came a voice I grew to love. Leaving my room I meet him at the top of the stairs. “Do you like it?” He asked already knowing my answer. “It’s perfect..” I breathe in a blissful trance. Yes life was indeed great.

“I won’t be back til later.” He whispers looking at his phone. “Ugh! You always leave me!” I yell before realizing my mistake. The sound of his hand hitting my cheek was the only noise in the room. “You dumb bitch! After all I’ve done for you!” He seethed, his once gorgeous face twisted in anger. I just stood there pressing my hand to my scorching cheek, while tears blurred my vision. “Now you’re crying?!” He scoffs before taking a fist full of my hair. “I don’t want a bitch who cries all the time for it! When I say I’ll be back don’t throw a fucking tantrum. In fact if I say jump you better say how high!” He roars his breathe hit on my face, making me jump. I slowly nod my head knowing what else I could do. “Good” was all he said before walking out the front door.

“Please..” I beg holding my stomach. It was pointless the kicks only came stronger. “Shut up!” He yelled while grabbing my ankles. The cold tile floor digs into my back while he pulls me to God knows where. The sudden thud of my legs encouraged me to look up. His face was so close to mine while his hands roamed every inch of my body. “Be quiet of I’ll fucking kill you..” he threatened causing me to lay still while he used my body to fulfill his desires. The only sounds were the slapping of skin and the noises leaving his mouth. Tears filled my eyes as I thought back to over a year ago. How naive I was for believing I could live this life without losing myself in the process.

Sobs. That was the only thing I could hear. I shake my head furiously trying to forget the awful memories. A soft knock came at my door. “Y-yes?” I ask my voice shaking in the process. “Lea? It’s Tony can I come in?” He asks jiggling the handle. I didn’t even realize I locked it til i saw him struggling. “Just a minute.” I call picking myself off the ground. I quickly check my reflection in the mirror. I bring my hands up to wipe the tears off my face and reblend it out, but giving up when my mascara and eyeliner continued to smudge. “Shit.” I mumble before opening the door for Tony.

The smile on his face quickly left and in its place came a frown. “Is everything alright?” He whispers forcing me to put in my fakest smile. “Of course.” I say through strained teeth, not even noticing the others behind him. “Lea?” He begins before being interrupted. “What’s wrong?” Came a curious voice. I force myself to look at the blue eyed soldiers. “Nothing. I’m perfectly fine.” I say a little too fast causing all of them to give me stern looks. “Look I’ve got work to do soo..” before I could close the door 2 hands stopped the door forcing it open.

All 4 men walk in while Steve closes the door. They all look worried especially Tony. “Lea.” Tony begins but my hand interrupts him. “Please just let me be alone.” I plea suddenly finding the floor more interesting. “No.” Came a stren voice. My eyes shoot up and meet the cerulean orbs of Bucky. My heart leeps in my chest as I look deeper into his eyes. I open my mouth to say something before closing it again.

“Lea what is going on?” Tony asks stealing my gaze from Bucky. Sighing my hands find refuge in my hair. My feet pacing back and forth as I wrack my brain as to where to start. Turning to the group I release a heavy breathe. “Okay... to be completely honest I had 2 spies sent in here and now I have to find the person who sent them.” I blurt out before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. My answer seemed to pacify the men, all but Tony. “Then why were you crying?” He pressures narrowing his eyes as to try and see through me. “Just stress tears. It’s completely fine.” I brush off, before the realization hits me I’ve lied to hime twice now. Not just him but the avengers.

“Alright we’ll get out of your hair. See you around Lea and call me about lunch next week.” Tony shouts heading towards the door. I offer and small smile and a see y’all around. Waving at each of them until it was only Bucky and I. “I don’t know what you’re hiding but next time you want to lie to a super soldier make sure your heartbeat is normal.” He says before leaving me alone in my office. Ah hell....

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She lied. Not only to Tony but all of us. I peer over at Steve to see he’s just as deep in thought as me. “You know she lied right?” I whisper not wanting to being in Tony and Sam. Steve meets my gaze giving me a small nod. “Her heartbeat was erratic. Whatever she’s hiding it must be important.” He mumbles. I can see the wheels turning in his minds while he mulls over different theories. “How about when we get back we check her out.” I offer my stomach churning at the thought of investigating her. Steve only nods before focusing on the window.

We arrive at the compound not even 15 minutes later. We’ve barely stopped and I’m already out of the car. “Where you going robocop?” Sam calls earning him a not so nice middle finger. I make my way into the conference room already logging onto the system. A couple minutes later Steve enters the room. “No matter what we find Tony can’t know until we’re sure about what we find.” He states getting a nod from me.

“Friday?” I ask waiting for her to answer. “Yes Mr. Barnes?”

“I need you to get me everything on a miss Lea Black.” I state waiting for the screens to reveal everything I need to know. A few seconds later both mine and Steve’s screens were filled with different women. I scroll through until I find her, but there was no luck. “What the hell? Steve did you find her?” I ask looking up for the first since we got here. “No, not a single thing.” He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Friday?” Steve calls. “Yes Mr. Rodgers?”

“Is this every Lea Black you have?”

“There is one file locked sir.”

“Locked?” He scoffs furrowing his brows. “By who?”

“That would be Mr. Stark sir”

“Friday I’m going to need you to unlock it.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that without notifying Mr. Stark the file is unlocked.”

There was a short pause and we both think of the next course of action. “Do it.” Was all Steve said before the screens cleared to her. Her picture haunting me as I read through her file. There wasn’t much hell there was absolutely nothing. “Damnit!” I yell closing the screen. Who are you?

Coyote ugly

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: none besides cursing and alcohol.

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

Running a bar was not an ideal job. I used to be a law student running the system. After my parents kicked me out and cut me off at 17, I got ripped into the sugar baby business. It wasn’t like I didn’t work for money. I did the graveyard shift and tried attending college it just wasn’t enough. Life taught me the hard way nothing ever comes for free. So here I am sitting in my office of the most prestigious bar in all of New York. Coyote Ugly, naming it after that one movie, thinking it was clever.

Sighing I got up. The only reason I was here is because of the past. Changing my identity wasn’t fun in the slightest. Rubbing the past few days stress out of my neck, I headed towards the door. Sparing a glance at the clock reading back in bright red letters 8. “Time to focus on the clients.” I mumble pulling the door open and stepping onto the balcony. The familiar scent of alcohol and cinnamon swarming my senses. A small smile creeps onto my face at the welcoming scent. Slowly Descending down the stairs I catch a glimpse of red hair scurrying off towards the lounge. “ Rebecca!” I yell knowing full and well she went off to see Jace. Waiting for her at the end of the stairs absentmindedly double checking the common area. The scent of strawberries steers my attention to the red head. “Yes boss?” She asks slowly shifting her weight between her feet. “Just reminding you to sleep with your boyfriend on your own time okay? Or at least give me a heads up and I’ll get y’all a room.” I laugh out causing her to chuckle as well. “Will do Lea, thanks for the offer.” She says smiling before heading off back to Jace. Smiling as she disappears behind the block doors.

“Yo Lea the staffs waiting!” A voice bellows into the empty room. Without looking I know exactly who it is. “Thanks Alec.” I say over my shoulder giving the room one more glance over. Checking that everything had a place before meeting him behind the bar. 25 employees gazes fall on me as I enter the room.

“Well guys I hope y’all are all rested because tonight will be long. You 5 on bar tending go!” I yell randomly pointing to the staff. The 5 of them walking out of the room with mumbled ‘yes ma’am’s’. When the last one closed the door I returned my gaze to the group. “You 10 room duties go!” I howl pointing to the group in the back. Quickly they head up to the hotel section of the bar. “You know you could just say their names.” Alec laughs before nudging my side. A slow smile crawls on my face before looking to the group.

“You know I do know all of their names. I just don’t like saying 25 names when grouping them up.” I state. “You 8 on wait staff. Chop chop!” I announce followed by a few sighs. “Jess and Alex on receptionists.” I add before smiling.

“I don’t know why you called us in here Alec. We always do reception, because we’ve been here since this place started.” Jess says a small smile tugging at her lips. “Same reason as me to watch the newbies fret.” He responds while following the 2 girls out of the room.

Satisfied I head towards the kitchens knowing I have more employees then the 25 I just assigned. Stepping in the room goes quiet. “The 5 in the freezer head upstairs to help with the hotel staff. You 5 in the pantry head to the unoccupied bar. You 2 under the table are on waitressing while the other 8 are on clean up. Let’s move it people we open in 5!” I holler watching as some of my oldest employees laugh at their stunt. “Yeah yeah laugh it up before I make up shut it up.” I snap causing them to flea like rats. Clasping my hands I turn towards the door and head back to the floor, grabbing the nearest mic. “Listen my lovely people. You know the rules 1. No asking, 2. No judging, 3. Confidentiality is key, 4. Manners, 5. Do not talk to them unless you must or they start the conversation, finally earn your pay and have fun. This will be a 10 hour shift. When things have slowed then you may take breaks longer then 5 minutes. Lastly I love you my lovelies.” I tell earning hollers from all my employees. Putting the mic back where I had it I signal the bouncers. It’s show time.

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It was now 11:30 and the place is in full swing. Clients all over the world enter for a break from reality. Which I am more then happy to supply. “Boss the phone!” Mason whispers before handing me the device. Quickly making my way upstairs into my office only stopping when I press the door closed with my back. “Ms. Black speaking. May I have your 4 digit code?” I ask earning a gruff 3397 back. Walking to the laptop and entering the digits pulling up the file. “Mr. Stark what can I help you with?” I ask trying to keep the smugness out of my voice. “Drop the formalities Lea.” Tony answers with a chuckle causing mine to escape me. “How long has it been since you’ve came by, let alone call!” Snapping the last part at him. A long sigh comes over the phone. “Been pretty busy kiddo.” He states before going quiet. “Well a call from you would have been nice.” I saw softer then before. “Yes I know... Pepper has been on my ass about checking in on you.” He laughs followed by a short sigh.

“Yeah she calls more then you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“All I’m saying is maybe try better to keep up with your family is all.” I say sitting further back into my chair propping my feet on the deep mahogany wood. “Well I’ve got a surprise.” He states catching my attention. I hum a yeah before he continues. “Yep I’m swinging by in a few and I have new clients with me.” He mumbles before yelling at the guy to pull over. “Well then see you in a few.” I answer before hanging up. Dropping my feet I stand stretching my tired limbs. After a few satisfying pops I make my way to the door. A knock letting me know that I am needed. Opening the door I see Alec and Bryce standing on each side of the door. “Your favorite person just walked in with 3 guys behind him.” He informs me. “Then let’s not keep them waiting then huh?” I ask looking between the 2. The smile on my lips spreading so wide my cheeks began to hurt when spotting the familiar set of brown hair. Sprinting towards Tony never minding the lingering stares.

Holding out his arms I jump in them enjoying the squeeze I felt around my thick middle. My feet leaving the floor as he picks me up and swinging me a little. “Surprise kiddo.” He says while placing me down on solid ground. Smiling I punch his arm causing him to yell an ow. “That’s for taking so damn long to come see me.” I answer before turning my attention to the whole group. “Welcome fellas to my bar and hotel. How about y’all follow me to the private area over here.” I say before turning around and making my way to the empty corner booth. The 6 men following close behind as we approach it. Gesturing for the guests to enter before sitting down myself. Alec and Bryce standing up at the corners to keep people away. “So how much has dumbass over there told y’all?” I ask pointing my thumb at Tony. Earning a hey from him. “Not much if I’m being honest, but nice place you have here miss.” The blonde one spoke.

“Please call my Lea. Any friends of Tony’s are friends of mine.” I say while analyzing the other 2. “Anyhow business must be done before y’all can enjoy my facility.” I disclose before calling Alec over with 3 new contracts and pens for them. “Thank you.” I say smiling at him before he turns and heads back the his spot. “So..” I start while handing the pens and contracts around towards the men. “What is in front of you is a contract disclosing all the envents that take place here and your confidentiality. If you look at the front page it will give you the run down on the rules. If you flip to the second you’ll find the contract stating that by coming here you agree to go by a false name while promising to keep the identities of the other members in here secret as well. Sign right there with the red post it please.” I tell waiting for them to sign before continuing.

“Next you will see on the next page another contract stating for safety measures that you will undergo alcohol testing if deemed needed before leaving this facility. If I or my staff feel the need to treat you for any alcohol poisoning then you will stay upstairs for as long as my medical staff seem fit before being able to leave. Now please sign where the yellow post it is.” I add while again waiting for them all to sign.

“Now lastly if you flip towards the back you will find the final contract stating that by signing the first 2 you accept full responsibility for any damage and medical cost if my team can not treat you. You will also not be able to hold my facility liable for any injuries that occur here. Then after all that down further it states that for safety precaution that you keep my identity secret and that of my staffs. Now when y’all are ready sign by the green post it and look at the final page. There you will find sutible names you may choose from to go by while under this roof. You will also notice a 4 digit code beside the name you have chosen. Then at the very bottom if you will sign with your full legal name and the date in print.” I say while watching the men ponder over the names.

When they all finished I collected the contracts and pens before reviewing them. After reviewing, calling over Alec to take the contracts and place them in the system. “Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Sam Wilson, Mr. Steve Rodgers, and Mr. James Barnes.” I whisper earning a snort. Raising my eyebrow I drop my gaze to Sam. “Mr. James Barnes.” He laughs causing Steve to elbow him in the ribs. “Is there an issue?” I ask while staring puzzled at the 2. “Uhh if you could just call me Bucky instead of James.” a man with piercing blue eyes and long brown hair states. For a second our eyes lock and I couldn’t help but look away. Letting out a slight cough I look back up. “My apologies.” I say before glancing at Tony. “So lady why the contract and secrecy?” Sam asks narrowing his eyes at me as if to see through me.

Pulling a smirk on my face while holding my hands out in front of me. “Well for 1 most of the people you see here will be top of the food chain elete people. Second most of them come here for a sense of normality. A place where status doesn’t matter and they are treated the exact same. While being able to indulge in absolute privacy from cameras. Most of the events that go down here would end up ruining most of their careers. That is why I have the contract. Trust me you don’t want to be the one who breaks confidentiality. It will not end up good for any of the people involved.” I inform the group while holding back a victorious smile.

“Now can we go drink already?!” Tony states before moving to get up. Following suit I lead the men to the bar informing Mel they all drink free tonight. “Well it was a pleasure meeting you all, but I must leave y’all here. Please enjoy yourself and if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me.” I say before making my way across the room to Blaine. “How’s the hotel?” I ask wondering if anyone was up there. “So far 7 rooms have been booked for all night and 3 until 2.” He informs me while shaking his head. “What?” I ask wondering what he was saying. “None boss just you seem to have an admirer over there.” He states while pointing to where I just left. Following his finger my eyes meet the ones of Bucky. A shiver runs up my spine as I can’t will myself to look away. After a few awkward minutes of staring I regretfully turn my gaze back to Blaine. “Keep up the good work.” Was all I could say before heading back to my office. Peering one more time behind me to see a set of cerulean blues follow me.

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“Come on Buck enjoy yourself.” Steve says handing me a drink. From the smell I assume it was whiskey. “Tony what’s her story?” I ask ignoring my best friend. “Whose? Lea’s?” He asks letting out a small laugh. I just nod my head waiting for him to tell us. “Oh you’re serious. Well that I can not tell Barnes.” He says before taking a swig of his beer.

“Why not?” I push.

“Not my place?”

“What do you mean not your place? She practically jumped in your arms?”

“Look it’s none of your business!” He roars stepping closer. Puffing my chest I step closer.

“Woah Buck.” Steve says stepping in between Tony and I. If looks could kill Tony would be non existent at this point. Sighing Tony sets his beer down. “I have known her for quite a long time. There are things about her I don’t even know. All I know is to stay out of her hair.” He says bringing the beer back up to his lips. Grabbing the forgotten drink Steve gave me I turn my gaze to the balcony. What is it about her?

“Guys look that’s Matt Damon!” Sam practically squeals like a school girl. “Seriously?” Tony asks looking at Sam like he’s crazy. “What?”

“We just went over the contracts.”

“And?”

“I would like to stay here longer then 15 minutes.”

“But it’s Matt Damon..”

“Sam!”

“Fine I won’t bother him.” He says deflating into his stool.

Sitting forward I down my drink. “You ok?” Steve pries. Nodding my head I order another drink, knowing all to well I’ll need it to get her out of my head.

Unsure - b. barnes

a/n; welcome to my first piece of writing! this is from ‘aphrodisia’ which is found on both Wattpad & ao3. hope you enjoy!

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 352

prompt based; “Can I kiss you?“

"Can I kiss you?”.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, you tilted your head at the male in front of you as the words processed in your head. Had you heard right? Surely you hadn’t. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. Humming out slightly, you held your hand out in front of you for him to take before stepping forward.

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Daddy? - b. barnes

a/n; just a little headcanon on how I feel Bucky would react to his s/o being pregnant- worried and scared mainly.

pairing; TFATWS Bucky x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 563

headcanon; Finding out girlfriend/fiancée/wife is pregnant.

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Blinking in confusion, it took him a minute to process what was said and that’s when it had hit him. Did he hear what you had said correctly? You were pregnant?

Feels like his heart stopped for a moment. Part of him feels like this is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. The other half practically screaming for joy.

The internal conflict he felt soon showed on his face. Was he ready to be a dad? He certainly didn't feel ready. Not in the slightest.

He'd only just gotten back to being classed as a normal citizen, not only by his therapist but the government as well. He didn’t want to mess that up so soon with emotions that threatened to overflow.

How could someone who was known to be a cold-blooded killer, despite his now successful attempt to fit back into society be deemed fit enough to look after a tiny life?

He certainly didn't think he would be fit enough as his eyes glanced at the objects you held in your outstretched hands.

A scan picture in one hand, showing the tiny life slowly growing in you. In the other a tiny little bodysuit with the words "Sergeant In Training coming soon!"

The look on your face was one of pure joy as you looked at him, your joy dropping as you chewed your lip in anticipation for his actual reaction. You both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - he couldn’t keep his hand off you half the time.

How it hadn’t happened earlier was beyond you. Yet here you were, proof in your hands as your figure began to swell slightly. "James? Are you okay?".

He'd been zoned out for so long he that didn't realise you had moved forward until he looked down, seeing your eyes look up at him as you continued to hold the items in your hands.

Wrapping his arms around you, he embraced you, holding you close to him as he smiled softly. His grip on you never fading as he rubbed patterns on the small of your back, afraid to let you go now you're carrying something precious to not only him but you. "Yes doll, I'm okay~".

Leans down and peppers kisses all over your face, enjoying the sound of your small laughs as you hug closer to him. “~Besides, I should be asking you if you're okay. After all, it might not be an easy pregnancy for you".

The reality is he's scared. Scared because he doesn't know if he's fit to look after something so small and delicate when they arrive.

Also, he’s scared for you. Carrying a super soldier's child was rumoured to be an extremely difficult time. All thanks to that serum once used. “James, I'm okay. As long as I take care, I'll handle whatever this little one throws at me".

He steps back from you after removing his arms, placing his flesh hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Your soft hum lulling him as your hands cover his.

He loves you. He adores you. He'll protect you and support you no matter how hard it is.

It's the least he can do, after all, you did that for him. You never backed down and you fought with such pride and love, he knows you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 06 : bad feeling ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !... maybe

|| wc : 1.1k (real short , sorry gang )

Ever since Peter agreed to hide Bucky’s secret friend, again he still didn’t get why he was hiding you, but he was getting 20 bucks richer every week! He wasn’t going to complain. But, as said before, ever since he’d been sworn to secrecy, Bucky and him have been talking more.

Or, an alternative way of saying it, Peter’s been annoying Bucky a bunch.

“When’d you even meet them?” Again, asking about you.

“Clint’s birthday.”

“Really? I didn’t see ‘em”

“Got his birthday gift from them.”

“Ohhh, you’re the one who got Mr. Barton the flowers!” Peter snapped his fingers and had a wide grin tugging at his lips. “Wait, so.. You’ve known them for 3 months??”

Bucky bit back a small sigh as he grabbed a weight and started to do his usual work out routine as he hummed in response, a confirmation of sorts.

“Then why haven’t you introdu–”

“Peter.” He shot a small glare at the teenager, his eyebrow twitched for a moment. “If you wanna know more, you could just ask them.”

Peter huffed and picked up a weight as well, imitating whatever Bucky was doing. “Well, I want to, but every night they come home from work they look EXHAUSTED. I mean, you’d think running a flower shop’s not all too bad, but I mean you should really see them!”

“Okay, then ask them over text.”

“.. I don’t have their number, only Aunt May does.”

“Then ask your aunt.”

“But you’re right here!”

“And you live with your aunt, what’s your point?”

“Well-” Peter cut himself off before sighing. Fiddling around with the weight in his hand. “I mean, I don’t wanna ask Aunt May, she’ll tell them I asked then it’ll be awkward.”

“What if I tell them?”

“I know you won’t!”

“And why is that, exactly?” Bucky put down the weight and raised their eyebrow in confusion. As well as some curiosity. Bucky is like a lock, only one key can unlock his secrets, and that key is rusted, dusted and thrown away to the deepest dark of the ocean.

“‘cause then they’ll know you talk about them, and you have a crush on them.”

…

At that moment it was as if Bucky was frozen in ice again. He didn’t dare even take a breath. A crush? First of all, what are they? Kindergarteners, why call it a crush? Second of all.. NO. What?! He does not have a crush on you! That’s actual crazy talk. You’re just a friend, like- like Steve, but not like Steve.

“That’s false.” was all he could utter out before trudging over to the next things he used for his workouts.

“Whaaatt? But.. What??” Peter put the weight down and followed Bucky, as if he were his mama duck. Haha, Ducky-Bucky. “You hide them for 3 months, from what I hear from Mr. Wilson, you stay out longer than usual ‘cause of them a-and you pay me not to tell anyone about them.”

“Because I know how much everyone gossips, Peter. Now buzz off. I need t’get ready for a mission.”

“Awh, man.” Peter scratched the back of his neck and sighed dramatically as he started to walk away, like a kicked puppy. “You’re lucky Mr. Stark told me I had to do some extra assignment, or else I’d be here asking you all about [Name].”

“Yeah, yeah, get outta here, punk.” He muttered, almost as if saying it to no one. As much as he tolerated Peter more than some of the other Avengers, he still needed his me time. People were tiring, Especially these people.

–

It was as if time had barely passed yet stayed still at the same time. Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Wanda were on the Quinjet as of right now. Man, how he’d wish to God he was back home. Look, he respected everyone on the plane. Sam wasn’t someone Bucky’d go out of his way to hang out on a regular, but he likes him better than Tony. Natasha and Wanda, he saw the two as someone he could sort of relate to. Natasha being a part of Hydra and a trained assassin for them unwillingly, and Wanda was an experiment for Hydra.

Small comrodaries in trauma.

All things considered though, he’d be doing anything but being on this flight. All that the four would do was beat up some people, find intel on some enhanced people they’d gotten a tip about, and figure out if they’re a danger or not.

Thinking about that wasn’t what Bucky was preoccupied with though, no. His thumbs were occupied by texting you. Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for him to text in his own corner of the aircraft.

florist : we can have a movie night, my place if you want! when you get back?

james : only if you want to.

florist : i’ll provide the snacks if you pick the movie <3

That stupid looking heart did wonders on his heart.

james : how about a comedy?

florist : my, my james! i didn’t think you’d want a comedy! with how stoic you act all the time LMAO

james : even i need a laugh sometimes.

The main reason was ‘cause he wanted to hear your laugh.

“Prepare for landing, gang!” Natasha yelled to the group. Oh, great, mission starting soon. Bucky stood up from the metal flooring of the quinjet and shot you one last text before powering his phone off:

james : mission time. i’ll text you when i’m back.

–

You stared at the text on your screen for what felt like ages. You didn’t know why, but that text made you feel.. Anxious. Worried, all the bad feelings. Sure, Bucky was a super soldier AND an Avenger.. But you knew of the dangers, of the threats. He’s still only human.

But, you pushed your emotions aside and texted back, even though you knew he wouldn’t get it back until after the mission.

florist : goodluck, james. <3

Okay. Before we start, yes.. You may have a small, itty bitty, miniscule, super insignificant crush on Bucky. I mean, who doesn’t? He’s tall, muscular, and a quiet giant. And he actually LISTENED to you. He liked to listen to your yaps, and when you think it doesn’t get better, IT DOES! Because he actually remembers the details.

Bucky’s sweet, patient and kind. Despite the rough edges, he’s a good person. Even if he didn’t think that.

A small sigh left your lips as you clicked your television on and started to drift asleep,letting your anxieties and worries melt away with the old British narrator guy talking about “the three toed sloths” on the tv. Your dreams consisted of darkness, flowers, and warmth.

You were calm in your voided dreams, unaware of what the hell was going on with James.

|| smiles deviously, deviously smiles !!

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'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 05 : run ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing ! jealous bucky makes a brief entrance 🔥

|| wc : 2.1k

|| btw, if any of ya'll wanna be apart of the taglist, js comment :3 or dm idc <3

The Avengers Tower’s atmosphere was awkward. Like, a weird tense awkwardness. Clint, Wanda, Sam and Bruce got back from their mission which.. Did not go according to plan, and were already bummed out with that, despite there being a backup plan. Tony had a fight with Pepper, yet again, which let’s be real, no one’s surprised about. And last but certainly not least, Peter had seen Bucky leave your apartment the previous night.

I would love to say that Bucky did a graceful job at covering for himself and explaining it.. But that’d be a lie. The second Peter uttered the words “Mr. Barnes?” Bucky ignored him and sped walk outta there. But being an Avenger, and having Peter practically live in the Tower made it virtually impossible NOT to run into him at least once.

“It’s not that big a deal, James, I promise.” You said, your phone pressed against your ear and shoulder. Currently, you were out checking on your shop and running a few errands. That’s when Bucky called and told you the whole ordeal after you shut the door. “I really don’t see how it’s such a big deal. Just explain to Peter that we’re friends.”

But I don’t want to. He thought, I want you as my secret. As strange as it is, you were one of the only things he felt he had that wasn’t poisoned by Hydra or the Avengers. He loved the Avengers (.. sorta) but he needed to have something that was his.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. Just- the team can be.. Unbearable with gossip.” He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry for calling you ‘bout this”

“Hey, no, I get that. You don’t gotta explain why you freaked out about Peter,” Your voice was full of understanding. Oh, god, Bucky absolutely loves- no. No, no no. “Oh, and never apologize for talking to me, I love talking to you”

“Oh,” He felt his cheeks warm up. “I like talking to you too.”

A small laugh could be heard from your end of the line, god, he could melt with how warm your laugh was.

“Hey, I gotta head off, I’m meeting up with my brother and his wife for a small get together, but I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay?”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, I thought I told you ‘bout him! His name’s Silas? He’s a pretentious fuck. Love him to bits, but I don’t like him, y’know?” This made Bucky let out a small chuckle. He had remembered a past conversation of yours where you rambled on about how your older brother was the golden child in your family.

“Good luck with him, [Name]”

“Thanks, James, I’ll call you later”

“Bye” He tried to hide his disappointment in his voice before hanging up. Man, what were you doing to him? He’s a lone wolf, never likes anyone, always grumpy, and rarely smiles. But with you? Seemed like he was the jolliest guy on Earth.

Ah, but he can sort out his feelings later. Right now he needed to talk with a certain Peter Parker.

–

“D-Did you need something, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky was quick to find the spiderling, he was up in the lab with Bruce. Tinkering away at some sort of more protective type of suit, trying to replicate vibranium without using vibranium. He made up some bullshit excuse for why he needed to talk with Peter, even if Bruce knew it was a lie, he didn’t fight it.

“What you saw last night–”

“You leaving [Name]’s apartment last night?”

Bucky’s eyebrow twitched, god the way he said it felt like he was caught in an affair. “Yes. That. It was nothing.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Barnes, but if it was nothing, why’d you run away?”

“I didn’t run away,” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the teenager. “It was.. A strategic retreat.”

Peter deadpanned. “Mr. Barnes, I don’t care if you’re dating-”

“We’re not dating.”

“Oh.” Peter sighed and snapped his fingers. “I owe Aunt May 20 bucks now.”

“Maybe you deserve it.” Bucky sighed and tapped his finger against his arm. “Look, just.. Don’t tell anyone I’m friends with [Name].”

Now.. This is where Bucky lost Peter. Why? What?? It was a strange request. A doable one! But a real strange one. “W.. Why?”

“Because Sam’ll bring it up non-stop and I’ll get teased.” It wasn't a lie, but again, not the full reason he wanted to hide you away from the team.

Peter’s puzzled look turned into a more sinister one. “I won’t tell anyone.. But I want you to give me 20 bucks every week I gotta keep your secret”

“Wha- fine. Yeah sure.” Wasn’t like Bucky had anything to spend it on. “If you tell anyone, I’m ripping your arms off.” He said with a small glare before turning away and walking off.

“.. Arms plural? Wait! Mr. Barnes! Arms plural??”

–

With that small confrontation over, Bucky was able to rest easy. Sure, he’d lose a couple of bucks, but really it was Tony who was throwing his money around. I mean, let’s think about it. So many people live in one tower, with electricity running practically everything. The electricity, water and heating bill must be skyrocketed. Ah, but that wasn’t our dear Bucky’s problem.

No, Bucky had to sort through his feelings and try to label your friendship. So he did the one thing that allowed him to feel.. Better, run.

Leaving the Tower was easy enough, being the “Winter Soldier” made it so everyone was automatically scared of him. Slipping away was easy, what was a problem was where he wanted to run. He let his legs take him.

The wind in his hair, the small burn in his legs as he ran farther and farther. His heart rate beating every time he was able to run longer and faster due since there weren’t many people around or stops. Bucky loved to run. He would run all day if he could, it felt like freedom to him. Something he wouldn’t let anyone take from him.

Bucky ran around a few blocks multiple times, by the end of it his face was damp, but not as sweaty as the normal person would be. Again, Super Soldier. Barely got tired. But, he still wanted to get something to hydrate himself. He sped walked over to that one Cafe that was across from your shop, your friend Finn ran it? At least, that’s what you told him. Maybe he could visit you af–

“James?”

Or now. It seemed you were taking your lunch break or something, ‘cause you were standing at the counter. Leaning against the solid surface, talking with Finn. And for some reason, that made a pit form in Bucky’s stomach. But, like many things, he ignored it and walked over to you, giving a small wave to you and.. Finn.

“Hey man, you want anything?” Finn had a charming smile on his face, he seemed.. Boyish. Certainly younger than Bucky, I mean, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties, younger than you.

“Black coffee.”

You snorted and tilted your head up at him. “No cream or sugar? Pegged you for a sweet guy”

The corners of Bucky’s lips perked up for a moment and he just huffed. “Got used to it.” He did, as a young adult and the war happening, everyone had to ration. That meant when he had coffee, it had to be black. None of the fancy sweeteners.

“Boring,” You hit your hip against his in a playful manner.

In a matter of seconds, Finn came back with Bucky’s drink. Some shitty ass black coffee that was overpriced. Ah, love New York. Though, it was fine. What wasn’t fine was how Finn just kept smiling and practically flirting with you.

“We should definitely go together, it’d be really fun, hell I could pay for your ticket too.”

“Finn, you shouldn’t, I’d be able to!” You giggled behind your palm. “But, I’m not opposed to that”

“We could get dinner, hangout beforehand too?”

Smooth. “I’ll definitely think about it, Finn”

Stealing a quick glance at Bucky, you realized his confusion. “Ah, me and Finn were talking about watching a musical together!”

“Which one?”

“The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals!”

“That’s a thing?”

“It’s definitely a thing.” You crossed your arms with a wide smile. “It’s really good! I should show it to you, there’s a recorded version of it up on Youtube.”

He hummed in reply and gave a lazy shrug. “You’ll have to send me a link to it.”

With a small check of your watch you took in a sharp inhale. “Shit, sorry guys, my breaks almost over, Bye Finn! Bye James!”

“I’ll walk you t’your shop.”

Now this you wouldn’t pass up on. You turned back and gave a small wave to Finn as you and James walked out. The second you felt a wave of fresh air roll on you, Bucky put his arm around your shoulder. A small smile tugged on your face as our eyebrow raised. “What’cha thinkin, big guy?”

“.. There’s a lotta cars.” He muttered. The both of you were standing side by side, he was walking on the outer edge of the sidewalk while you walked on the inner. Something you didn’t even realize.

“Such a gentleman, ey, James?”

He glanced over to you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he held you close. You didn’t mind it, didn’t mind that he was warm, didn’t mind when his grip on you tightened when crossing the street, didn’t mind the momentary lingering he had before pulling away from you when you got to the shop.

“Thanks for walking me!” You pushed open the door and grabbed your apron as Bucky stood in the doorframe. He wanted to stay longer, but he didn’t want to distract you as you worked.

He nodded to your thanks and looked around the shop. It still smelled like a garden, everything still felt humid. Everything was still the same. The flowers were in neat rows but they still perfectly transitioned into one another, the small rotating seed holder was still fully stocked. You talked about how people would grab the seeds and buy them, bunches at a time, but you never let it look like that. Always wanted it to be full, just in case.

“On the house.” Shit, he didn’t even realize you were behind him. What great assassin skills guys, real good. You had a hydrangea in your hand. “It’s blue, like your eyes.”

A few beats of silence settled between you two. Bucky just stared at you as your face got increasingly hot.

“T-That was stupid! I dunno why I did that, uh- it’s just what I like to do with friends, give ‘em flowers on the house I-” He cut you off by taking the flower from your hand, all gently and he quietly examined it.

“It’s real pretty.” He muttered and held it close to his chest. “Thanks, [Name].”

“You’re welcome! I-”

Again, you were cut off, not by Bucky, but by his phone. He muttered a small curse and a “sorry” before walking a few feet away. As much as you’d love not to eavesdrop.. IT WAS SO EASY. Not like you had much to work with.

“Mhm… No, I’m out right now,went on a run.. No, I didn’t see Sam… You can tell him to suck it up. I’m not–” He groaned and stayed quiet as the other person on the line kept speaking. “I’m not- just ‘cause they screwed up shouldn’t mean-.. Ugh. Fine, you’re the captain, punk.. Yeah yeah, I’ll be back soon.”

With that he hung up the phone, glaring at it as if it just cursed everyone in his family line.

“Sorry for that, doll, it was work. Turns out next time Sam and the idiots go out, I have to go with them ‘cause they can’t do shit.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, calming himself before he spoke up again. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you.”

“Goodluck with uh, Sam and the idiots.” It wasn’t funny, Bucky was genuinely ticked off, but you couldn’t help but giggle. Thankfully, that seemed to ease some of his tension. His shoulders dropped as he walked over to the door, shooting a small wave to you before leaving.

Hydrangea still in hand.. It was pretty. Like you.

|| the title of this chapter makes this part seem real scary 😭😭 its not, its cutsie. also, i wanted to just show small bits of jealous bucky cz i love jealous bucky. jealous bucky WILL be getting a full part of his own later down the line.

taglist : @iyskgd , @highhopes1008

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 04 : unlucky ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !

|| wc : 3.6k

Ever since you’d found out about James - Bucky - being an Avenger, the two of you’d grown closer. He was more open about who he was, what he’d like. You learned he rather listens to old 40s music than the newer Taylor Swift, which was completely understandable. He wanted to learn how to bake the things his Ma made, muffins and cakes and all that jazz before the war. And when he’s alone in the Tower, he likes to put on soft music and dance to it, pretending he was back in the 40s.

You loved learning more about him, he went from an old customer to a friend, and now, you’d dare say he was one of your closest friends! Despite it barely being 2 months- ah, he was really growing on you. However, with your growing friendship, that also accidentally made it so you were neglecting your other friendships. Especially May, you were both very busy with work, and her being busy with her nephew as well. It was understandable that you both weren’t hanging out much, but you wanted to change that!

You invited May to go out to a cafe with you, one down the street from your flower shop, you knew the person who ran it, Finn.

“Thanks for this, May, gods, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” The both of you hugged, you giving a small squeeze before letting her go and sitting down across from her. “How’ve you been? How’s Peter doing?”

“Oh, we’ve been doing just great! Peter’s been interning at that Stark place and he’s so excited about it, constantly working on stuff that’s supposedly on-” She raised her hands and did air quotes. “- the down low, y’know?”

A small chuckle left your lips as you sipped on the hot beverage in the paper cup you’d ordered, god Finn made the good stuff here. “How about you? You’ve been MIA so much! I was planning on bringing over some pot pie a few days ago, but Peter saw you coming home and said you looked like you were on the verge of collapsing!” May leaned on the table, her brows furrowed, etched with worry as she asked.

“I promise, I’m okay, really, work’s just been busy.” You gave a lazy shrug. It was true, that day you’d gotten 5 calls for special orders for weddings or funerals and such. Even then, you still had to deal with your other, in person customers. “It’s a lot, but I’m enjoying it.”

“If you say so..” She sighed and twiddled with the pastry in her hands before taking a bite. “Y’know, you need to take a break soon.”

“May-”

“I’m serious!” She huffed and chowed down on the pastry, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. “Oh, this is so good,” May muttered before shaking her head. “I can call Happy, get him to send you off somewhere nice, have a chill vacation”

“I thought you knew me better, May, I’m more of a home-body” You shook your head and laughed before processing.. Happy? Who’s Happy? “Wait, who’s-”

“Happy's uh.. Someone I’ve taken interest in.” Her lips were pulled into a sly smile as you gaped. Were you that absent you didn’t know your friend was seeing someone??

“Tell me everything!”

“Well, he works at Stark Industries and I met him through Peter,” She took another bite of her pastry. “He’s a really sweet guy, there’s some weird stuff, but ah, it’s casual”

“I’m really happy for you, May”

“Awh, shucks” She playfully swatted her hand in the air, feigning to be flustered. “How about you? Any guy friends? Maybe lady ones?”

Your face flushed and you shook your head, your eyes glancing outside. “No, no, been waaay too busy for that!”

“Oh, that’s so boring! How about this, I hook you up with someone.”

“May!”

“I’m just saying! You need to get out there, especially after..” May trailed off as your shoulders tensed. Your last relationship hadn’t ended well, cheating and whatnot. It broke you, even though it was a short relationship, cheating never felt nice. After a beat of silence, May cleared her throat. “C’mon! It’d be fun! Plus, Happy knows the Avengers, maybe you could go on a blind date with one of them!”

Your eyes widened at that.. James was an Avenger, well, sort of. Imagine going on a blind date with him, that’d.. Be a disaster. He knew you, you were just friends. No way you’d get hooked up with him.

“I-I’m way too busy for that, May, it’s a nice sentiment, but not for now.”

She just sighed and shrugged, allowing this topic of discussion to be dropped. The two of you started to talk about some random crap, how your other neighbors were loud.. In more ways than one, it was so annoying. How New York felt like it was the new warzone for aliens and Avenger level threats. God, it was a lot. But, it was nice to talk to May about this stuff. You loved her, she was a great friend.

–

After around 1 and a half hours of gossiping with May, the two of you went your separate ways, promising to do this again soon. Which you intended to keep! May had to go out and get some groceries, meet up with some of her co-workers and pick Peter back up from Stark Industries. Unless he gets a ride. You on the other hand? You decided to just head home, have a lazy day.

It was a Saturday, you’d already done your grocery shopping yesterday and the flowers back in the shop should be good until tomorrow evening. You needed to water them and make sure they weren’t wilted. In the meantime you walked back home and immediately bolted to your room to change into something comfy.

Once you put your comfy pjs on, you flopped on your couch and planted your ass on your couch as you watched mindless television. There was a rom-com sit-com playing on the screen, it was something you liked to put in the background as you crocheted, a hobby you recently picked up.

While you watched TV, the time passed as if hours were seconds and soon enough, the bright rays of light that seeped into your windows grew dimmer and dimmer. Soon enough, the evening had come and you were hungry as hell. With a small groan you pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You didn’t feel like making anything complicated, so you opted for some instant ramen. With a clean motion, you grabbed a pot and put it under the faucet, turning the knob.. Nothing happened. No water, just a weird sounding sputter.

“What the hell?” Again, you tried turning it, nothing. Shit, was it broken? You put the pot down and squatted in front of the sink, opening the cabinet and looking at the pipes.. Yeah, you were out of your specialty with this. Usually, you asked May for help with this stuff, but as stated before.. She was busy. Shoot.

You sat on the cold ground of your kitchen apartment, looking to find any help from a plumber? You didn’t know who you needed for this. The prices were outrageous. Yeah no, you weren’t calling some professional.. You couldn’t exactly call up any family members.. Your only option left was James. Awh, man, you did NOT want to bother him, but.. You’re friends! He wouldn’t mind. With worried hands you dialed his number and put your phone close to your ear. Bucky was an Avenger! He’s probably busy with Avenger shit, here you are asking for sink help.

–

“Ha! You think you can beat me, little man?”

“.. I am a whole foot taller than you, Belova.”

Bucky and Yelena were currently playing cards together, something that Yelena had offered. She knew how out of depth this man was with the modern era. So, to help ease him into it, she offered to play cards with him every Saturday.. Plus, half the Avengers were busy doing something and she wanted to annoy someone new.

“Still, I am undefeated in the game of Gin Rummy. You know, Natasha taught me how to play when I was a kid!” She puffed her chest out in a proud manner.

“I was alive when Gin Rummy was made world wide.” He raised an eyebrow as Yelena made a “psh” noise and waved her hand in the air dismissively.

Before the two could continue the round, Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket, Yelena raised her eyebrow as he gave an apologetic look before standing up and walking out of hearing distance. When he saw it was your name, his heart started to beat just the smallest bit faster.

“[Name], what’s up?”

“James?” Your voice was quiet on the other line, nervous. “Heeeyy”

“You sound nervous, what’s wrong?”

“Well.. Oh, god,” He heard as you took a deep breath in and let it out. “I, uh, was trying to make dinner and I needed water to boil, and uh- my sink is.. Broken- and I didn’t know who else to call, my neighbors out, and I can’t pay for an electrician to help, can you..?”

You trailed off with your question, most likely out of embarrassment, Bucky suspected. Though, he didn’t know why you were embarrassed. “You need me to help?”

“Yes, please”

“Send me your address, I’ll be there quickly.”

“Thank you so much, James! I promise, I’ll cook you something when you fix it!” This made the corners of his lips quirk up. With quick goodbyes, he hung up and waited for your text. Once he saw your address, he recognized it. It was only a small ways away, with his motorcycle he’d be there in less than 10 minutes.

Bucky pushed his phone into his pocket and walked back over to the table where he and Yelena were playing. “I gotta deal with something, sorry to cut the game short.”

“Wha- oh, that’s ерунда, where are you going?” She pushed herself up and gave a small glare to Barnes as she watched him grab his jacket and keys.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, Barnes, I won’t tell anyone.”

He just let out a huff, as a laugh type thing and turned around and walked to the elevator, giving a lazy wave to Yelena as he entered. “I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t trash the place.”

“No promises!”

With a ding, the elevator doors closed and he was going down to the parking garage. This was the first time he’d ever gone to your house, and his mind was RACING. I mean, it was just for friends. You guys are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I mean, it’d be nice to be more, but no. To Bucky, you were someone who was soft, delicate, like a flower. He was some bulldozer who’d hurt you if he got too close. Not like he wanted to hurt you! No, he was just.. Worried.

As he got on the sleek, black motorcycle that Tony had given him as a peace offering, his mind started to calm as he drove. It was dark enough, just past sunset, so the streets were calm. No usual hustle of New York, no. It was peaceful, for once. The only thing he wished was that all the lights that were on during the night were off. There were bright billboards, bright neon signs that pointed to the nearest club. God, he loved clubs back then. They were nothing like what they were now. They were jazzy, sleek, elegant in its own rustic way, y’know? He missed that. The little things of the past.

Once he got to your apartment complex, he double checked the address before pressing the doorbell, or buzzer for you.

“Uh, [Name]?” He asked into the intercom.

“Hey, James! I’ll buzz you in! Again, thank you so muc-” Your voice got cut off as you unlocked the door for him.

Bucky walked through the empty halls of the apartment, his eyes darting for your apartment number. It was a nice place, better than the apartments back then. Even if Bucky was technically on the more rich side of things when he was younger, everyone had their struggles.

Once he got to the door that had your number on a bronze plate, he knocked on the door, and in a few moments there you stood.. Wow, man, maybe this was too domestic for him. You were in your cozy pajamas, a black, white and red flannel patterned pants and a black oversized shirt, cute mismatched socks that adorned your feet.

“James! Oh, thank god you’re here, c’min c’min!” You ushered him in and closed the door once he was fully in.

Bucky turned his head as his eyes darted around your home. It was.. Cozy, really cozy. There were thrifted paintings on the wall, and crocheted items on your couch. It was warm, but not overwhelming, just right. He stepped more into your living room as his eyes glazed over the photos. One was of your high school graduation, one of your family, one of some (he assumes) high school friends, as well as a photo of your university graduation, upon further inspection, your degree was business. There was one more photo, it was you, a brown haired lady and..

“Peter?” He muttered to himself as he looked closer to the photo, his brows furrowed in confusion. In the photo, you and May were on both sides of Peter as he stood in the middle, holding a first place trophy in his hand. A science thing, Bucky didn’t know. What he DID know was that you were friends with the spider boy's aunt and the spider boy.

“James?” You called out from the kitchen and that seemed to break him from his trance. He grunted and walked over to where you were. “Uhh, here’s.. The sink”

“What’s the problem with it?”

“It makes a sort of- fart noise when I turn it on”

The comparison made Bucky crinkle his nose and snort in amusement. He turned the knob, and yup, just like you said, out came the fart noise. Without the stink.

“This is an easy fix, I think it’s just clogged”

“Oh, so I’m just stupid,” You groaned and tugged at your hair. “I’m sorry for bothering you for such a simple issue of it being clogged.”

“You’re not stupid.” He huffed as he started to work on it. The perks of having a metal arm? He didn’t need any tools. Sure, it came with the trauma of falling out of a train, getting experimented on and being a weapon for 70 years, but ah, y’know how it is. “Steve used t’need my help with everything when we were younger”

“Yeah?” You sat on top of the counter as you watched him work.. Now you were not a pervert, but god, he had nice looking arms. The way it flexed under his jacket when he pulled or pushed on something. GOD, your friend was good looking. NOT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING! Aha.. totally not.

“Yeah, one time he broke one of the lights in his room as a kid, he was trying out some random item he got from the thrift shop and it backfired on him, needed it to get changed and clean up the shattered glass,” He spoke with a certain fondness in his voice as he worked on your sink. “I tried to help, he cleaned up the glass, I tried finding some extra light bulbs, but his old man found out and he told our ma’s. His mom and my Ma got pissed at us when they found out” He chuckled and pulled away from the sink.

“That should be good.” He had a small smile as he looked over to you. His heart beating quick as he looked over your face, you had the brightest smile on your face as you listened to his small story intently. You loved whenever he opened up about his past, even something as small or insignificant as that, it just.. Made you feel closer to him.

“Thank you, James.” You hopped off the counter and tried to turn the sink off, and miraculously it turned on! “Oh, thanks so much James!” With a wide grin on your face, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He stiffened at this but, with much hesitance, he hugged you back. After a beat of silence, you pulled away and filled up the pot from before. “I’m gonna make instant ramen, if that’s okay?”

“More than okay.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you put the pot on the stove and started to boil it. “You wanna watch a movie? I have Netflix!”

“Uh, what’d you wanna watch?”

“Oh, I, uh, I was hoping you’d choose?”

He huffed and walked back into the living room. Despite being free for over three years and a half, he still wasn’t used to picking out things for himself, having options. Granted, two of those years were spent with the Wakandans rehabilitating him, but that’s just details.

Bucky scrolled through your Netflix, a small smile on his face as he saw in your recently watched documentary of ‘Captain America : The Original Avenger.’ He watched that documentary, it wasn’t super accurate, but it was better than the others.

“Whaddya think about a World War 2 movie?”

“So you can point out the inaccuracies?”

Bucky snorted and confirmed your assumption. You just rolled your eyes and laughed. The two of you grew into a nice silence as the documentary played. Bucky didn’t sit down on the couch though, he walked around the living room. Looking over the photos, still shellshocked at the fact you knew the spider kid.

–

After a little while, you and Bucky finally had the bowls of instant ramen in front of you as you both sat in front of the TV. Still, he’s pointing out the inaccuracies of the documentary. It was really amusing. Everytime he pointed something out, his nose would scrunch up and his brows would be furrowed just the smallest bit.

Especially if the documentary brought up the Howling Commandos, he’d get pissed at every inconsistency.

“We did not take down 50 men that day, it was 36, god they’re dramatic.”

“You remember?” You asked, your cheeks puffed out with ramen as you slurped it down.

“I remember every mission of mine before- uh, everything.” He took a sip of the soup and took a bite of the noodles. “That mission, Stevie was pissed ‘cause Pinkerton accidentally threw out one of the plans of attack. He got Sawyer to draw it up all over again.” Again, as he reminisced, there was a certain sadness in his voice. Despite it being a literal war, he remembered all the good with the Howling Commandos. They were like a family of his. “Obviously, Steve didn’t stay mad the whole time, just long enough for Pinkerton to grovel”

You snorted at that and finished up your food. Listening to every word of what he said. Usually, Bucky was more closed off, quiet, but when talking about his past. The good parts of his past, he seemed like a never ending sentence. He’d talk fondly of the Howling Commandos, his Ma, his sister Rebecca, and all the trouble he and Steve got into as teens.

Soon enough, the documentary ended and you and Bucky finished your food. He, in a quiet tone, offered to wash the dishes which you complied with. The dishes were one of your least favourite chores. As he washed, you both still talked.

“So how was your day?” As dry as that was, you had no idea how Bucky’s day was, especially being an Avenger. In turn, he gave a lazy shrug, his arms deep into the sink.

“Worked out from 8 to 12, uh..” He had therapy today but he was not going to tell you about that. “Had lunch with Steve and Natasha, no Sam ‘cause he’s out in Wisconsin.”

“Why?”

“Mission, heard some enhanced was causing trouble. He, Wanda, Clint and Banner went.” You hummed in acknowledgement then asked if he did anything else. “I.. Cleaned, I dunno. I don’t really do much around the Tower. Though, Yelena and I were supposed to play-”

He cut himself off and checked the time after he put away the last dish in the drying rack. Shit, it was already 11 PM, how did he not realize 4 hours had passed?? How did he not realize that the documentary was so damn long? Shit, Steve’s gonna ask questions when he gets back home.

“You needa go home?” You had a small smirk on your face, your eyebrow raised at his sudden cut off. With a twinge of embarrassment, he nodded.

“Sorry, just.. Being, uh, me-” He pointed to his metal arm. “People in the Tower don’t really trust me all too much just yet, so I hafta get home.”

“Nah, I get it, no worries, James.” You walked him out and at the door way he put his shoes back on and reached for the handle. Before stepping outside he turned to you one last time, sparing you a small smile.

“I had fun today.”

“Same, we should do this more often”

“Definitely.” He had a soft smile on his face as he stepped out and you closed the door. For a few moments, he stared at your door all longingly, as if he was some teenager who’d just snuck back out of his secret paramour's house.

With a small sigh he turned away from your door. His eyes locked with wide eyed brown ones. Ones that he’d seen way too often back at the Tower.

“Mr. Barnes?”

Of course it was the Spider kid.

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[ FLOWER SHOP OF NEW FEELINGS MASTERLIST ]

started : 04 / 21 / 2025

ended : n/a , ongoing

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

summary : When Clint's birthday comes sooner than Bucky realized, Steve forced him to go buy some gift for Hawkeye. Figuring that flowers were an easy enough gift, he takes a visit to the flower on the corner of the street.. There, he meets a cute florist, someone who seemed to melt his cold heart. How will Bucky navigate this modern world romance? Will he allow himself to fall in love? If so.. How will he keep this from the team? And how will you navigate a friendship - let alone romance - with one of the most closed off Avengers?

[ 01 : the cute florist ]

[ 02 : get a grip ]

[ 03 : distractions ]

[ 04 : unlucky ]

[ 05 : run ]

[ 06 : bad feeling ]

'' flower shop of feelings ,,

[ 03 : distractions ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : very VERY brief encounter with a gun , mission but barely talked abt

|| wc : 2.5k

The next couple of weeks went by like normal, or as normal as they coule. Both you and Bucky would text each other, sending small ‘good morning!’ texts as well as ‘goodnight’ ones. It made Bucky act as if he was a highschooler again, his heart all giddy every time a notification popped up on his phone- sure, he didn’t have a phone back when he was a teen but hush.

He really did enjoy texting you, it was definitely the highlight of his day.. But the more you texted, the more.. Attached, he's grown? Didn’t help that you’d both go out for coffee at least once a week. It was harder to hide himself from you, hide the fact he was living in the Avengers Tower, that he was.. Well, seen as the Winter Soldier.

You were just so sweet. Kind. He couldn’t tell you, his past was a literal nightmare. He’d done terrible things and-

“Hey, soldat, Steve, Sam and I are going to a museum, wanna join?”

“Why would I wanna go to a museum?”

“Maybe ‘cause you’re ancient,” Natasha snickered before shaking her head. “We’re going there ‘cause we got a tip that somethings going to go down. Might be big, wanna join?”

As much as Bucky wanted to say no and just lock himself in his room, he knew Steve would just try to drag him out. So, instead of fighting it, he nodded and sat up. Plus, maybe this could distract him from you.

–

In some “undercover” clothes, the four of them were walking around a museum, one that showed off arts and sculptures. Maybe in another life, Bucky would’ve found it interesting. But, they were just pretending to be enamored by the statuettes. No, they were on guard due to the fact they had gotten a warning from anonymous that some suspicious activity was going to go down. It could be some sort of drop-off of a weapon, magic shit, or maybe just stealing some art. Who knows?

Bucky stood besides Sam as they stared at some giant piece of art, it was a painting. A really well done one, actually. Oil painting of some sort of landscape with a bunch of people, the colors matched, the composition was wonderful, and the story behind it was deep.

“Think something’s actually gonna happen today, or just bad intel?” Sam kept his eyes ahead, as if analyzing the art in front of him.

“.. 10 bucks says something’s going to happen”

“10 bucks says it’s bad intel, I mean c’mon, it’s a Wednesday”

“What’s so not important about a Wednesday?”

“Why couldn’t it be on a Friday?”

“Maybe the bad guys were busy on Friday.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and just rolled his shoulder. “I’m gonna go over down the hall, check out the statues and make sure nothing’s going down.”

Bucky nodded and went back to looking up at the painting. Admiring the bumps and parts of the painting where the paint seemed to clump. Real pretty.

He turned from the painting and went the opposite direction of Sam. But the second he started to walk, he froze. Either this is a terrible coincidence or God wants to mess with him. Standing a few feet away from him was you. Shit shit shit! He can't be distracted by you. In a small panic, Bucky started to walk back, a few steps before he turned around and bumped into something.

Shit, all that ‘training’ went to shit, he bumped into a trashcan. Making a loud clatter noise, drawing everyone's attention, including yours. Now where was Sam in all this? That bitch was recording everything.

“James?”

Shit.

He turned slowly around, tugging at his hood and hiding his forehead. “Hey, [Name]..”

You just giggled at the strange coincidence that Bucky was here. In fact, you didn’t even mean to come to the museum today, a buddy of yours that worked there invited you to go, and since you didn’t have to open up shop today, you agreed! Funny how fate works! “What’re you doing here? You here with a friend?” You glanced around, it didn't seem anyone claimed to have gone along with Bucky.

“Admiring the art.” He let go of his hood before pushing his hands into his pockets. He couldn’t say that he was actually on some Avenger mission. You still didn’t know he was the Winter Soldier. And he wanted to keep it that way.. “What’re you doing here?”

“My friend just invited me, she works here, kinda just spur of the moment!” You scratched the back of your head as you looked up at the painting in front of you. “Plus, I didn’t have to open shop today.. Kinda a free day today.”

Bucky nodded and shifted in his spot. His eyes darted from you and back to the painting, just because the two of you have been texting for the last month didn’t mean he knew how to talk to you like a normal person. I mean, he was a good speaker back then right? He could.. He could try to act like that again, right?

“Hey! Since you’re alone.. And I’m alone, wanna.. Be alone together?” You shrugged, shifting your weight from your toes to your heels. Rocking front to back as you asked. “As cheesy as that is.”

The super soldier besides you looked over your face for a brief moment before looking around the hall. Looking for Sam, who was currently pretending to be interested in some sort of old statue. Bucky was sure he’s going to ask about who you were later, God, he’ll need to make up a lie.. That’s not even what he should be worried about, he should be worried about the damn mission they were on!

Your eyes softened as you looked up at his nervousness. Bucky was an.. Awkward person, but it was part of his charm, that’s why you like him. “Or, I could walk away, meet you back up later, and then pretend it’s a coincidence?” You cracked a small smile and kept your eyes on him.

Thankfully, the small joke you made seemed to make him visibly less like he’s about to explode on the spot. He gave a short nod before turning away and walked off. You didn’t mind, he was his own person, and you were yours, but man would it have been fun to be with him instead of alone.

–

The time passed by quickly, every other exhibit, you’d find yourself in the middle of a conversation with James. Though, he seemed to be on guard more and more each ‘coincident meeting.’ Again, you didn’t mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s wonderful people are trying to be more- communicative with their mistakes with their partners, but seriously, I’ve gotten like 15 customers this week who wanted to buy a basic rose bouquet as a sorry present!” You tugged at your hair as you complained about work. Bucky didn’t mind, though, he’d rather listen to your voice than his. “I swear, if I get one more customer ask what’s the best type of flowers for apologizing to their partners for sleeping with their best friend, I’m gonna lose it!”

“It’s that common?”

“Uh, yeah, people are such assholes nowadays, can’t find a decent person to date, y’get desperate, then yeesh! You’re stuck with some asshole!” You waved your hand in the air as you brushed what you said aside. Truth be told, you hadn’t gotten into a relationship in the past.. Maybe 2 years? Even then, it was always casual. “That’s why I–”

RING! RING! EMERGENCY! EVACUATE TO THE NEAREST EXITS!

The blaring alarms cut you off as red lights danced in your vision. There were people screaming and guns firing, it seemed something bad did happen, and Sam owed Bucky 10 bucks. Bucky’s eyes darted towards the sound of the gunshots and started to run towards it, only to be tugged by your hand. Your eyes wide with worry and confusion as to why the hell your friend James was running towards the danger!

“James! What’re you doing?! C’mon, we hafta go!”

“I can’t–”

“Bucky, there’re 6 armed men near Sam and your location, Nat and I are taking care of the other 6” Steve’s voice came through into Bucky’s earpiece. “They’re trying to do a drop-off, some sort of Hydra weapon! Get the briefcase!”

“On my way.” Bucky replied as you stared up at him, your brows furrowed in even more confusion. What the hell was he doing?? “You need to get out of here, it’s not safe.”

“No, we have to get out of here! James, c’mon, you’re not some super he–”

You cut yourself off as your friend shucked his jacket off and blocked a bullet that was flying both your ways.. With his arm. A sleek, black metal arm. That’s when it hit you, that’s why he seemed so familiar. That’s why he was so secretive on where he stayed or not. He wasn’t just James. He was James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier.

“Holy shit.”

“Get out of here, I’ll-” James grabbed a gun from his holestor (Oh my god???) and shot at the ones who were shooting at the both of you. “I’ll find you outside.”

“.. Be careful” You muttered before turning away and running out to the closest exit. You didn’t know how to react, what to do with the newfound information. You felt so.. So stupid, not realizing that James was an Avenger. He lived in the Avenger tower- Oh my god, he was a super soldier.

With shallow breaths you turned a corner and your eyes locked to the nearest exit. You took a breath of fresh air as you felt the cold breeze hit your face, as if the museum was stuffed with smoke. It wasn’t, thank god, the people who arranged the attack didn’t seem to think to use fire power. It’s probably for the best.

As you stepped farther away from the door, a paramedic looked over you, you weren’t hurt, not shot, not even grazed. Thank god for.. James. You still couldn’t wrap your head around it. Whilst you sat on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the fight to die down, you pulled your phone out. You didn’t have many contacts, honestly you were.. Pretty alone. Parents? Only mom was left after dad passed. Siblings? An older, pretentious brother. Friends? You were pretty quiet in highschool, only the museum buddy of yours, who was Maria, she’s the one who gave you this death wish of an invite here. Then there was your other friend, who was in fact your neighbor, May and her nephew Peter. Nice bunch, you gave them flowers on their birthdays and they’d bring you some sort of baked good. Ah, but I digress.

Jeez. Maybe you’ll call up May, she’d probably know about this, plus, she told you Peter was an intern at Starks, right? Ah, but.. No, that wouldn’t do much good. He’s an intern, not some superhero. You kept scrolling through your phone for a few more minutes. You didn’t know how well of a promise James’ll keep, especially with him fighting people with.. Super weapons or something, but you stayed. Hoping he’ll keep to his word and try to find you.

After a long while, you heard claps and cheers from the citizens as the four of them brought all 12 of the villains out of the museum. They seemed hurt, but not to the brink of death, thankfully. The Cap was quick to hand them over to the police to take care of as the citizens slowly dispersed. People knew all about the hero's life, hearing it on the news and such, it was hard to be an Avenger. So, they needed space.

You waited as the crowds grew smaller before you took a few steps closer, holding your arms closely as you stood to the side. Watching as your friend's eyes darted around. It was amusing. Despite just saving a bunch of people, including yourself, he was still awkward.

“[Name].” He muttered, his voice light as a breath of fresh air as he spotted you. His shoulders seemed to sag in relief as he walked towards you. He should definitely be headed to the Avengers Tower, but right now he needed to make sure you were okay. “Are you hurt? They didn’t get you, right?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, James, I-” You let out a small breath and placed your hands on your hips as you looked over at him. He had some blood on his jacket, some scratches on his face.. And that arm. Oh, wow, he.. Yup, he had a metal arm. “You.. Never told me you were an Avenger.” The corner of your lips tugged into a small smile as you chuckled.

He mirrored your smile, relieved at the fact you didn’t seem upset, or even the smallest bit scared. “You never asked.”

Your nose crinkled, “I asked what your job was, you said–”

“That I work as security.”

“Security for the whole world, James!” With that you started to laugh into your hand, this was unbelievable. This awkward man who’d stumbled into your flower shop looking for a gift for his friend was James “Bucky” Barnes.

“Sorry for keeping that from you, I just-” He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. “I liked that you just knew.. Me.”

That made your heart melt. Everyone in the world knew James as “Bucky” or “The Winter Soldier.” The only people who knew him differently was Steve, only because he knew him back in the 40s and was his best friend and.. You. You knew him as James, and as much as the name felt weird, it felt right in your lips.

“Don’t apologize,” You hit your fist against his non-metal arm in a playful manner, an understanding smile on your face. “I get why you didn’t tell me. I’m not upset over it, if you’re worried.”

A small smile danced on Bucky’s lips and he nodded. “You’re too sweet.”

“Nah, I’m just a good friend.”

“Friend.” Bucky repeated to himself and nodded again. Oh he loved being your friend. He honestly thought the only friend he’d ever have would be from the Avenger Tower, and that’s only because they were Steve’s friends. “Ah, uh- I should probably-”

He pointed over to where Steve, Natasha and Sam were talking and you immediately understood.

“Oh! Yeah, no you go do that-”

“Thanks, uhm-” He stepped back and hesitated to turn away. “I’ll, uh, text you?”

“Yeah- Yeah!”

“Cool.” He nodded and turned away, the corners of his usually scowling lips quirked up as he repeated to himself. “Cool.”

He approached his team and just blended in nicely, no one seemed to notice him leaving and coming back. Perfect.

He spared you one last glance, as you walked away. Friend.

|| WOOO !! :3 FRIENDSHIP

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 02 : get a grip ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : none , bucky's an awkward guy <3

|| wc : 2.2k

Clint’s birthday went wonderfully, at least, in Tony’s eyes. There was a big celebration in the Tower, lots of people were invited. Well, actually most of them were just Clint’s friends from SHIELD as well as the Avengers. Even Peter and his aunt were invited! It was a fun celebration.. Well, to everyone but Bucky.

It wasn’t like Bucky hated parties, no in fact he loved them! At least, he was supposed to, back in the 40s, he loved to go to parties before.. Everything. Ah, but now? He was sitting at the bar, silently drinking some alcoholic drink that wouldn’t make him even the slightest bit tipsy. The only people here that were completely sober were the spider kid, his aunt, and Bucky. Even Steve was drunk from whatever Asgardian drink that Thor had brought this time. Not that Bucky minded, he loved seeing Steve happy. No, what was bothering him was that the spider punk was bothering him now.

“Oh! And- and one time there was a bank robbery back home and they were all wearing masks of everyone- well, not everyone everyone. But! They were wearing Mr. Stark and Mr. Roger masks and other Avengers,” Peter rambled on, swirling his apple juice in one hand as he leaned against the bar table.

Bucky just nodded along with any story that Peter was talking about.. In all honesty, Peter reminded him of his little sister.. But more annoying.

“But I took them down! It was actually really easy! Except that they had this weird weapon, like really weird! It went all boosh!” He made finger guns and pointed them at Bucky. “Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky bit back a sigh and just grunted in response as he took another swig of vodka. Might as well have the strongest drink and not get drunk, right?

“What was it like back in the 40s?”

Bucky spared a glance over to Peter, his eyebrow raised. He didn’t expect this, didn’t expect curiosity from the kid. “It was.. Different.”

“Liiike?”

“Loud. But not like it is now.” Bucky shrugged, in all honesty, he didn’t remember much due to the whole brainwashing thing, but what he did remember were.. Pictures, sounds. He remembered the music and how it made him feel. He remembered things from his childhood. “Steve ‘n I used to skip school a lot. Steve, uh, hated doin’ it, but I forced him to.” Bucky chuckled as he remembered, maybe he was getting tipsy ‘cause usually he wouldn’t be so open about his past. Or maybe the kid was easy to talk to, easier than the other avengers.

“We used t’skip and go to the greasy spoon a block away from our school, buy an ice cream soda with two scoops for us both. If we were lucky, we’d run into some dames and take a powder to the nearest place we can go for a dance.” As Bucky reminisced of the past, his inner Brooklynn boy came out and he started spitting slang from back then left and right. He didn’t even realize until he turned back to Peter who had the biggest smile on his face, but was so confused.

“That sounds fun!” Peter chuckled and took a sip of his apple juice, an awkward silence forming between the two before he asked. “Do you miss it?”

Bucky took a second and shrugged, he didn’t know if he did. It was simpler, yeah, but nowadays he has freetime. Didn’t have to fight every second of the day when he woke up. Didn’t have to worry about HYDRA controlling him, sure, he struggled with episodes sometimes, but.. He had Steve, he wasn’t alone. Wasn’t in the trenches.

“I don’t miss the war if that’s what you’re askin’, kid”

Peter chuckled and opened his mouth to speak again before May tapped his shoulder. “C’mon, Peter, it’s getting late, you still have school tomorrow.”

“Awe, man” Peter huffed before jumping off the barstool. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Barnes!”

Bucky waved to both Peter and May, a small ‘bye’ leaving his lips before he turned back to his drink. Man, time to just be a wallflower and watch as everyone got absolutely buzzed.

–

The next morning came by in a flash, it helped that Bucky turned in early. Well.. Early was a stretch, he went to bed at 2 AM, even when everyone was still preoccupied with the festivities. When, said, man left his room at 8 AM, he found everyone passed the hell out on the couches.

He didn’t wanna wake anyone up, so he just went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. Something about the modern days was that it was easier to cook something! Not just boiled, though he did miss the bread pudding.

“Shit.” he muttered to himself as he found out, yeah no the guests raided the kitchen.. Or maybe it was all the passed out Avengers. Might as well go on a run and get some groceries. He hated doing errands, but no one was telling him to do it, no pressure.. Might as well buy some stuff.

In a few quick moments, he put a hoodie on and a nice pair of jeans on with his gloves nicely placed on his hands. He didn’t like showing off his hands, let alone his metal arm. Hated scaring people. Bucky made his way down the Tower and left. Taking a deep breath in the early morning air, he walked down to the nearest grocery shop.. Which was 20 minutes away, or 25 on foot. He didn’t mind, he liked walking.

–

Soon enough, he made it to the grocery shop. With it being 8:28 AM, and being a Tuesday, it wasn’t too busy. In fact, there was barely anyone.. Barely anyone.

He made his way through the aisles, and there he saw.. The cute florist from before. Except no apron like before,, they were just wearing a lazy day outfit, they were struggling with grabbing something on the top shelf but god they still looked-

You glanced up and saw Bucky, a flash of confusion on your face before you snapped your fingers and pointed to him. A big smile dancing on your lips as you exclaimed, “James!”

“Hey-” Bucky stopped himself and cringed internally. He may have been non-stop thinking about you and your face, but he was an ass to not have asked your name. “Y-You..”

They’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatemethey’regonnahatem-

“Pff- ha!”

Instead of what Bucky assumed, you shook your head and started giggling at Bucky’s awkwardness. He looked so mean ‘n scary, but here he was acting like a huge dork!

“The name’s [Name],” You went back down from your tippy toes. Man, you were just really cute- DAMNIT! Get a grip, Sargeant. “Hey! You’re like a giant, think you can grab that for me?”

You pointed at the box on the top, which was a box of fruit snacks. Cute. “Yeah, sure.”

Bucky grabbed the fruit snacks, glanced at the cover.. It was Avengers inspired fruit snacks. He raised his eyebrow and looked over at you with a slight hint of curiosity. Embarrassed, you snatched the box from Bucky’s hand and shoved it into your basket.

“They’re good-” You muttered. “The snacks and the heroes, I mean.”

“You like the Avengers?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“The bad guys.” He shrugged, and you laughed.

You kept laughing for a few moments, Bucky was just.. Admiring you. The way the corner of your eyes wrinkled, the way your cheeks flushed just the smallest bit.. Man, why was he acting like this? Barely knew you, yet his mind was reeling. Sure, he flirted back in the 40s.. A lot, but.. I dunno, there’s something different about you.

“James?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. Sure, he was absolutely enamored right now, but his face looked like he was just annoyed. “Wanna just shop with me? I-I’m probably just gonna get junk food if I’m alone, so-”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!”

With a new pep in your step, you led him down the aisles. Checking over the produce section, he grabbed a few carrots, a package of lettuce. In turn, you grabbed some veggies as well.. It was more out of peer pressure (despite there not being any pressure), at least the plan was working. He inspired half of your purchases that day, and honestly, that’s a good thing. It seemed half his food was real healthy shit..

“Do you live alone?”

“Wha? Oh,” Bucky looked down at his basket before nodding. “I live with.. A lot of people”

“That makes way more sense, didn’t peg you for a-” You glanced into his basket and a small smirk tugged at your lips. “Pop tart, beer, and toast guy.”

Bucky shrugged and scratched the back of his head. He was just buying things from the usual grocery shop list. Pop tarts for Thor, beer for.. Half the Avengers, toast just for everyone, etc etc.

“My roommates are foodies”

“I can tell!” He watched as you hummed and grabbed one last item. “That should be good for me! You done?”

He nodded.

“Great! Where d’you live?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you realized what you said. “I-I’m asking ‘cause maybe after we pay I can walk you home! Or- somethin’.. I dunno, sorry-”

“Oh.” The tall man in front of you shuffled in his spot. “No need. I live a few blocks away, it’d be a hassle.”

“Oh, well, that sucks! I was hoping to talk with you more!”

Bucky walked besides you as you both walked to the self-paying cash registers. Man, your words made his heart start beating faster. How could you be so.. Smooth with this? Maybe you didn’t realize, it could just be something you see as platonic. He didn’t know.

“I can.. Give you my number.” Bucky muttered, he knew that’d be seen as flirty. Or at least hitting on you.. But, he didn’t mind. Maybe he wanted that? NO. No, Steve told him to make connections, this is just to make a new friend.

Your eyes lit up at the offer and you nodded quickly. Quickly finishing up at paying for your groceries and took your phone out. “You can put your number in my phone after you're done paying?”

Bucky nodded again. You watched as he put everything away and.. Okay, admired his arm. Even under the hoodie, you can tell he worked out. James was really handsome, but so mysterious at the same time! Not much of a talker, but you could do all the talking.. You wonder, would he talk in bed- NO WAIT! Get a grip, goddamnit. This was all supposed to be innocent, he’s just a new friend.

As quickly as your grocery shopping came, the two of you walked out, side-by-side.

“It was nice seeing you again, James!” You waved back and walked away, one new number in your phone.

–

By the time Bucky got back to the Tower, everyone was already awake, but hungover as hell. The only ones who weren’t super hungover were Steve, Natasha and Thor.

“Hello, one-armed man!” Thor waved over to Bucky and gestured him over to join, said, Steve, Natasha and him over to the kitchen table.

Bucky gave a short nod and put the grocery bags on the table.

“You better have gotten-” Natasha looked through the bags and let out a huff. Not of annoyance, one of thanks. “Thanks.”

She waved the bag of pistachios in the air before opening it and started eating them up. She loved pistachios.

“Man of one arm, you have done wonderfully!” Thor grabbed one of the three boxes of pop tarts and started eating one. “As thanks, I will make tea!”

Bucky nodded, even though he’d rather have coffee than tea, but he’d rather not correct Thor. He’s one of the only people who weren’t a part of the Civil war, the other was Bruce Banner.

“Thanks for the food, Buck,” Steve opened the bread and spread a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Bucky just grunted in response and took a bite of a piece of bread in which Steve made for him. Just a simple piece of white bread with peanut butter. He took his phone out and checked it for a moment.. You texted him.

Florist : hey, james :3! sorry if this is quick, just wanted to make sure you had my number! if this isnt james this is rlly embarrassing

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked up, very quick, very faint. Didn’t last long, but he texted back.

James : It’s me, don’t worry. Hi, [Name], and don’t worry, this isn’t embarrassing.

“Buck?”

Steve’s voice cut him from his.. Trance of you. He hit send on the text before putting his phone away. “What?”

“Who y’texting?” The blonde leaned on the table and eyed him suspiciously. A small smirk on his face as he eyed Bucky.. He knew for a FACT the only people Bucky texted was Sam and him, and on OCCASION Peter.

“Nothing- no one. Don’t worry about it, punk.”

“You sure? You look pretty happy”

A small murmur came from Natasha as she leaned over to Thor. “He looks happy?”

“C’mon, you can’t lie to me, Buck, I’ve known you for years”

“Steve-”

“Is it a dame?”

“Shut it before I hit you, punk” Bucky glared at Steve and bit his bread before huffing. Steve rolled his eyes and put his hands up in defeat.

“Fine, fine.”

With that, he didn’t ask anymore. And Bucky decided; he’ll only text you when he’s alone.

|| i am quite enjoying writing for bucky <333 also, ily domestic avengers

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 01: the cute florist ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| summary : When Clint's birthday comes sooner than Bucky realized, Steve forced him to go buy some gift for Hawkeye. Figuring that flowers were an easy enough gift, he takes a visit to the flower on the corner of the street..

There, he meets a cute florist, someone who seemed to melt his cold heart. How will Bucky navigate this modern world romance? Will he allow himself to fall in love? If so.. How will he keep this from the team? And how will you react to him being the Winter Soldier?

|| warning : this is a series that im writing on both ao3 , im js posting this on tumblr cz why not? yk? also, every part im not adding the summary, it's js for this !!

|| wc : 1.7k

“C’mon, Buck, you have to get him a gift. He’s your friend.”

“No, he’s your friend, I doubt any of your friends actually still want me around.”

“Sam likes y-”

“Sam doesn’t count.”

Bucky and Steve had been going at it for the past while, it was Clint’s birthday tomorrow and Steve really, really wanted Bucky to get more used to the team. After the whole fallout with the Sokovia Records, everyone was lucky that it was put aside. Bucky’s crimes were pardoned as well as the majority of Cap’s team, but it was still real tense.

It was a wonder Tony let them all still live in the Tower. I mean, not all of them lived there. Thor and Loki came and went, Clint lived with his family in god knows where, Peter lived with his aunt but visited VERY frequently, and Wanda and Vision moved out to live on their own. Which is.. Completely understandable.

“Clint likes.. He likes you, I mean he was on our side, remember?”

Bucky shot a wary look Steve’s way, his eyebrow twitching up before rolling his eyes. “If I were to get Barton something, what does he even like? I know nothin’ ‘bout your friends.”

“.. It’d be safe to get him flowers.” Steve shrugged and stood up from Bucky’s desk chair, before this, Steve barged into his best friend's room and started interrogating him about the birthday. “Though, you could check in with Romanoff.”

With a quiet grunt, Bucky nodded and flopped back in bed as Steve walked out. He hated this. Well, hate was a strong word. It was strange to him, having this much freedom. He had the freedom to try to get closer to people, yet he didn’t.. Know how to. He’d forgotten. He was better at this back in his day.

–

“Flowers?” Natasha quirked her eyebrow up before she hit the dummy with a hard kick. She’d been training for the past hour or so, blowing off some steam. “Clint likes the basics, roses, lilies, y’know.”

“And you’re sure it’s a good idea?”

“He likes flowers, I think he’d like something more practical, but he’s probably not expecting much from you,” She punched the dummy repeatedly, giving it no time to try and bounce back. After a few moments, and ine final blow, the dummy flew across the room and tumbled down. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Bucky mentally checked that off.. Roses, lilies.. Basic flowers. Something practical. “What other things does he like?”

Natasha hummed and walked over to the dummy, carrying it back to the original spot as she thought. “Laura,” She could practically feel Bucky ask, so she cut him off. “Barton’s wife mentioned he wanted to get into carving. Maybe get him a knife for that?”

“Oh.” He nodded slowly and checked that down. “Thank you, Romanoff.”

“Call me Natasha,” She spared him a sideways glance and lazy smile before she went back to beating the crap out of some training dummy.

–

With some research (asking F.R.I.D.A.Y), Bucky found a small flower shop with good ratings, but not too many, meaning it was smaller. He didn’t like going out in the public all too much just yet. Felt too.. Vulnerable? He didn’t know. He just hated people.

Well, thankfully, he found a more isolated shop. It was a 15 minute walk from the tower, it was a flower shop that served as a bookstore as well. A real cute scene. A scene where Bucky felt out of place.

The small bell on the top of the door rung as Bucky swung the door open. He had a baseball hat on, his red henley, and a jacket to try and.. Hide who he was. Didn’t want some poor old lady to get scared when seeing him. (He assumed that the owner was some little lady.)

“Just a minute!”

Bucky froze at the voice, okay, didn’t sound like an old lady. He pushed his hat closer to his head as he heard shuffling from the back.

Instead of a little lady, he found you. You popped out of the back door, stack of boxes in your arms, and a big smile on your face. Charming, cute almost.

“Welcome to the Flower Parlor! How can I help y’today?” You recited what you said to other customers most likely, as you put the boxes down on the ground, on the other side of the counter.

As Bucky watched you straighten yourself out, your shoulders stiffened as you looked up at him. Oh god, he looked real scary. Baseball hat, dark jacket, looks like he’s gonna rob the place! Ah, but he wouldn't get much from here.

“I need help with a birthday gift.”

Oh wow, his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His voice was as if.. Well, you didn’t know, but it was really nice! He had- yeah, he had a nice voice, god get a grip.

“Ooh! Alrighty, tell me ‘bout the birthday person and I’ll gladly make a bouquet for ‘em! And a nice book to go along with it too!” In a swift motion, you grabbed some semi-transparent paper you used to make bouquets and watched him expectantly.

“Uh, he..” God, what did Clint like? “Likes.. Bow ‘n arrows.”

You raised a brow at the factoid Bucky dropped but didn’t question, instead, you grabbed some Hyacinths and placed them neatly on the paper, making sure to make it look pretty.

This kept going, he’d drop a factoid of Clint, you’d grab a flower. Hyacinths because they represented Apollo, who was the god of Archery. White roses to represent loyalty, A few hydrangeas because Bucky said he was a ‘family man’ and a few baby’s breaths to fluff it up a bit more and you were done! The bouquet consisted of a more purple and white color palette, in turn, you made the ribbon that held it together a dark purple.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Bucky muttered as you handed the bouqet of flowers to him. He hadn’t held one since.. Well, almost 80 years ago.

“And a book, whaddya think your birthday guy likes t’read?”

“Oh- uh-” Bucky took a sharp breath in and shrugged.

To that, you let out a small giggle, running your hand through your messy hair before you looked on your bookshelf, trying to find some good book. Oh, but Bucky wasn’t paying attention to what he could be getting Clint, no, he stopped the moment that laugh left your lips.

Didn’t know why, but that laugh just stopped his thinking. It was so light, gentle. Man, no one at the Tower was this soft, the- the opposite actually. Yet here you were, actually laughing at Bucky’s confusion.. It wasn’t condescending, more amused, actually. God! Get a grip, James, you’re not gonna see ‘em again after this.

“How ‘bout a classic? The Hobbit? Or maybe Their Eyes were Watching God?”

“I remember reading The Hobbit.”

“Yeah? How’dya like it?”

“.. Don’t like wizards all that much”

Again, you snorted and started to laugh at his disdain to wizards. Which was fair, he wasn’t the biggest fan of Dr. Strange, but he liked him better than.. Well, a whole heck of a lot of people.

“Then how ‘bout Their Eyes were Watching God?” You put the Hobbit back on the shelf and walked up to him, extending your hand and handing the book to him. Your fingers touched momentarily, his gloved hand met your soft ones and Bucky’s mind blanked for a moment. God! He was actin’ like a schoolboy back when he found out Daisy liked him back in grade school all those years ago.

“Yeah, okay, yeah.” With a hurrid nod, Bucky took the book and held everything in his left hand, fumbling for his wallet with his right. “How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house.”

“What?”

“Eh, you’re a much better customer than I usually get,” You shrugged and pushed your hands in the pockets of your apron. “Usually I get assholes who wanna buy flowers after cheating on their partners.. Ah, you’re here for a friend though! So.. Yeah, on the house”

“I can’t, lemme just-”

“Really, you’re fine-”

“I insist-”

The bell of the door jingled and cut you both off, you yelled out “Just a minute!” just like you did for Bucky. A small smile on your face as you turned back up to the man in front of you, who was still grabbing a $20 bill and shoved it to you.

“Oh-” You sighed before letting out a small snort. “Fine, you win this time, Mr..”

“James.”

“James.” You repeated and took the bill, pocketing it into your apron. Heart bearing as you nodded to him and backed away. “Well, I hope your friend has a good birthday. It was nice meeting you, James.”

Bucky gave a small smile and nodded as he walked to the door. The bell jingled again as he opened it. “Thank you.”

And with that he left.

–

Bucky’s heart was still racing as he got back to his room at the Tower, get a grip, soldier, can’t act like a fucking teenager. And as much as he hated it, he was an avenger! He can’t- oh god.

“Buck?” Steve’s voice was muffled as he knocked on Bucky’s door before opening it. His eyes flickering to the bouquet on his night stand and back to Bucky. “Hey, that’s real nice! Flowers, told you it was a good idea”

“Shut it, punk” He muttered and pushed his face into the mattress.

“Someone’s moody,” his best friend muttered. “What’s wrong?”

The second the question left Steve’s lips, Bucky shook his head and sat up, running a hand through his hair and his expression hardened. Get a fuckibg grip, Sargeant.

“Like I said, nothing.”

It was so clear that Steve didn’r believe it. But, with how things had recently been, he didn’t wanna push it.

“Well, how was getting the flowers?”

“Good..” Bucky glanced at the flowers and immediately remembered how gentle your hands were. Placing them down strategically and quickly, but with the elegance of a dancer. “Really good.”

“.. You’re acting weird” Steve huffed with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go on a run, you needa clear your head up.”

Bucky nodded and stood up from the bed. He was fine with being told what to do, it was easier than having his freedom.

Easier than thinking of the cute florist.

|| FIRST PART IS POSTED! after i post all the parts i've already made, ill post a masterlist of the parts :)

'' INSOMNIACS,,

|| pairings: james "bucky" barnes x gn!reader

|| warnings: neighbor!bucky, fluff

|| wc: 0.9k

You weren't a stranger to staying up late, the endless scrolling, the endless daydreams. It wasn't like it was a choice, you did try going to sleep, you REALLY did. But it didn't work, it ended like your last few attempts. Restlessly staring at the ceiling. You hate nights like these. So what do you do? You push yourself off the bed and grab your comfiest hoodie to head up to the roof.

You liked the roof of your apartment complex, it was quiet, birds came to visit, and the old lady across the hall planted flowers and veggies up there. Overall, it was a very peaceful place. Especially for nights like these.

As you pushed the cool metal door to the roof open, the cool night air hit your face. It wasn't harsh or rough, more gentle. Like a ghost coming up and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

With the small slap of your flip-flops, you made it to the edge, overlooking the city with a small smile on your face. Unaware of the steel blue eyes watching you from behind. James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as you've heard people say, stood motionless in the door way.

Why were you there? Why were you at the edge? Why were you on the roof at 4 in the fucking morning? His place to go after nightmares? A small huff left his nostrils as he tried to walk as quietly as he could to a different part to the roof. Looking over the edge as well, unlike you, not seeing the beauty, but seeing the possible destruction he could have caused. Even though he was broken from the Winter Soldier, even though he was free, he still–

"Bucky?"

Your voice cut through the stillness of the night, your brow quirked up in curiousity as you stared at him. He was a few feet away from you, but you could still see him. Despite his best efforts. Wait- how did you know his name? He just grunted in response.

"What're y'doing up here?" Worry etched in your tone. You knew you weren't going to jump, but Bucky was standing reaaal close to the edge. It made you worry.

"Couldn't sleep." Short 'n sweet.

"Ah. Same."

Though, Bucky's answer was.. A lie. He could sleep. In fact, he slept a little too well. Those nightmares tried to cling to him for as long as they could until he forced himself back into the world of the living.

"I come up here." Again, you cut through the silence. "A lot, actually. Insomnia-" You twirled your finger and pointed at yourself before clearing your throat. "'ve tried melatonin, doesn't work, I've tried white noise, doesn't work, I've tried everything anyone's ever recommended, and guess what-"

"Doesn't work?"

You smile up at him as he finished your thought. "Exactly right, neighbor."

A comfortable silence broke between the both of you, it wasn't stuffy or overbearing. It was nice. Calm, actually, one of calmest nights Bucky's had in a while. Usually when he had nightmares he'd just sit on the floor and stare at the wall, dissociating and what not. Today, he decided, maybe just maybe, he just needed some air. Maybe if he took a few deep breaths on the roof, he'd clear his head. Maybe feel better. Maybe have no nightmares, nor dreams. Just a pitch black head as he slept.

"You have that cat right?" Again, you cut through the silence, Bucky was determined to stay as quiet as possible. He didn't like hearing his voice, maybe he just needed to hear yours. "Yeah, the white one? She's real cute, sometimes she visits my apartment, y'know cause our windows are real close to each other? She uses the back stairs to uh, climb over."

Bucky knew of his girls curiosity and how she'd climb out the window to explore. At first, he was worried and would lock the window, but that just left her to yowl at it.. And it made him feel bad. Felt like he was HYDRA and Alpine was him, messed him up for a bit.

"She steals my snacks, I don't mind though! I mean, she doesn't steal 'em, I give them to her!" You fidgeted with your hoodies drawstrings, a nervous smile on your face. "Sorry if I'm ruinin' your calm and talking too much, I talk a lot, I know it gets anno-"

"It's not annoying," Bucky's eyes looked over to you, his gaze soft as he kept his hands in his pockets. "I.. I don't really like the quiet. Feels stuffy, I'd rather you talk."

This made you smile wider, your hands started fidgeting and twirling your drawstrings even more. "Awesome, so uh-"

You started to ramble on about your latest interest, and gradually the two of you would end up sitting down on the roofs floor, your backs leaning against the railways of the roof. Bucky's eyes still locked on you as you kept yapping, as the hours passed by, you grew quieter and quieter, and soon enough? You fell asleep. And much to Bucky's surprise, he fell asleep as well.

Yes, it was at 4 AM, but the both of you would wake up at 8, 4 hours is better than nothing or nightmare-filled sleep! Bucky'll have to find you on the roof again tomorrow night.

Your voice seemed to be the only thing to calm his mind.

|| i love writing for bucky, it may be SUUUPER ooc, but idk, hes silly, i love him, current comfort character (as well as keigo, dw my mha fans i still love him)

'' SEND ME NO FLOWERS ,,

|| pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader

|| warnings: fluff-ish? , really bittersweet , 1940s bucky

|| word count: 1k words

"No, please? Stay the night?"

You gave the best puppy dog eyes you could as you looked up to your partner. Your everything. Your Bucky. He was enlisted and getting sent out first thing in the morning. The two of you had gone steady a few months ago, but you'd known him for years before that.

"Dolll, I-" Bucky snorted and held you close to his chest, his forehead resting against yours before he pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. His lips gentle, and his touch was like clouds. "How can I say no t'you?"

A small chuckle left your lips as you ushered him into your home. You agreed that, after the war the two of you would get married. Move in together.. Ah, well, you don't wanna dwell on that right now. You're going to focus on the man right in front of you and that's all.

"You can't say no t'me!" You hugged his waist before pushing him down to the couch. With gentle touch, you grabbed his coat and threw it to the side. He's complained before about how it was tight and hot in it. "And I thank God for it everyday"

"You're so bad, hun"

"You love it"

In a graceful movement, you sat nicely on his lap. Your hands cupping his face as you looked over his face. Trying to remember every wrinkle, every hair, every bump and crevice. You weren't going to see him for months..

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" The man in front of you asked with a worried smile. His hands were placed on your waist, making sure you weren't going to fall or move or anything of the sort. "Why're acting like 'n eager beaver?"

".. You promise you'll be back, right?"

A beat of silence spread between the two of you. James Buchanan Barnes left wordless for a moment. His shoulders tensed, no one would notice. No one but you. He licked his top lip before he captured your lips on his.

"I promise." He whispered against you. "I'll be back quicker than y'can say my name"

You ran a hand through his hair, it was so soft under your touch. You're going to miss moments like this. The sweet man you met gradeschool. You remembered when he was a lanky 12 year old boy, all confident at being 'the fastest kid in the whole school.' Honestly, when you were kids you didn't like him. He was a popular kid in school, everyone loved him

Except you. Which was strange for Bucky. So, of course, he made the great decision to talk to you in the library. You were reading The Great Gatsby.. Which was a heavy book for a 12 year old to read. But that just made Bucky even more enraptured with you.

Ever since then, he'd been glued to your side. After that, you, Bucky, and Steve had become a close knit trio. Everyone knew wherever you went, Bucky and Steve were close behind.

It was only inevitable that you'd fall for one of them.

Ah, well. That's enough reminiscing.. The front lines were the one place you wouldn't be able to follow Bucky to. You weren't enlisted, nor did you want to join the army. Much too violent for you. You wanted to open a bookshop for crying out loud!

"You'll stay safe though, okay, James?"

"Oh no, y'called me James, am I in trouble?" He had his signature smirk on his lips, trying to lighten the mood. It was a, uh, a failed attempt.

"Promise me."

His gaze softened as he kept his eyes locked on yours, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your back. Something he learned to soothe you one day after you had a low grade on a math test.

"I promise, doll."

A small sigh left your lips before you kissed his forehead softly. "I'll send you flowers, 'kay?"

"No."

You huffed and leaned away, your brows furrowed at his quick answer. A small frown on your face. "Why? Embarrassed of me?"

"Not one bit, doll, don't even joke like that," His grip on your waist tightened before he pulled you closer. "I don't want'cha to send me flowers, 'cause I want'cha to save that for our garden."

A small, confused chuckle left your lips. "Garden?"

"When we live together after the war," He whispered and kissed your lips, a quick soft one. "We'll have a big garden, somethin' we can take care of together."

"Buck-"

"We'd have the best front yard in the whole neighborhood," His eyes bore into yours. His blue eyes locked on yours as he looked at you.. Only love and admiration. Unlike his usual teasing nature, he looked at you as if you're the only person in the world. As if he wasn't leaving the next day. In fact, he looked at you as if you'd spend your whole life together..

That was his plan, at least.

"So no flowers, got it, sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, your forehead resting against his. "I got it."

"Doll?"

"What is it, Bucky?"

"I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat before a giggle escaped your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you placed scattered kisses around his face. You've said you "i love you's" before. But the magic hasn't weared off, not for you at least. Not ever.

"I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you more then you'll know."

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a while. Quiet conversations between you two before Bucky carried you to your room. Where the both of you cuddled all night and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

You kept him close, stealing away any and all his warmth in the dark of the night.

Sadly, the morning came by, and your Bucky was swept away. Of course, he spared you a kiss before he had to go, promising he'd be back before you could say his name.

If only that promise was kept.

I LOVE 1940S BUCKY. I WANT A WHOLE AHH SERIES ABT 1940S BUCKY BARNES. :(((

'' DANCING LIKE WE USED TO ,,

|| pairing: james "bucky" barnes x gn!reader

|| warnings: this might be ooc, im js getting back into marvel so yeah 🩵

|| word count: 0.5k

The past few days had been quiet. Bucky had just gotten home from a mission with Steve and Sam. As much as he denied it, it really seemed like he was becoming an Avenger. Again, he hated to admit it, but he acted a lot like a hero.

Though, you could go with a bit less worrying. Whenever he left to go for an operation, you were terrified if he would come back or not. You shouldn't be, though. He lived for you. He promised to be alive for you.

Currently, you were in the kitchen. Cutting up some veggies for the pasta you were cooking. Bucky offhandedly mentioned his love for pasta, so everytime he came back from a mission, you made pasta for him.

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway, and Bucky came into view. Wearing his usual black sweatpants and white t-shirt, his hair pulled back into a small ponytail. He'd been growing it out.

"Hey, babe, can you turn the heat of the stove lower?"

He hummed and did as you told before wrapping his arms around your waist. His metal arm was cold compared to his real arm. You didn't mind, but you favoured his real arm. For obvious reasons.

The super soldier pushed his face into the crook of your neck, taking a breath of your scent in as he spoke lowly. "What're you making this time?"

"Carbonara. You want something else?"

"No. I love whatever y'cook, doll."

Your heart fluttered at that, but you just shook your head and finished up chopping the veggies. Gingerly pushing it into the pot and turned to finally put all your attention to your partner.

"How was the mission?"

He grunted in response. A small smile spread across your face. That was better then if it went badly. When the operation went badly, he usually just groaned and paced around the living room.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, the two of you slowly swaying to "We'll Meet Again." When you cooked you loved putting music on. Especially old-timey music. It was so romantic and calming. Another plus was that Bucky knew all the words to the songs.

As the two of you swayed, he hummed quietly. Muttering the words, "we'll meet again, don't know where, don't now when.. But I know we'll meet 'gain some sunny day."

No one would have ever pegged him for a singer. But with you? He was comfortable doing almost anything. He loved humming along to the music he knew. And you loved listening to his usually gruff and cold voice be more soft. Quiet. Calm.

Bucky chuckled before spinning you in the spot, a small yelp leaving your lips and Bucky's smile widened. He got bolder with your moves. Dancing around the kitchen as if he was back in 1943, dancing away at some pub with someone he's going steady with.

He spun you, dipped you and by the end pressed you close to his chest. Placing a small kiss to your forehead as the two of you just stood there quietly.

"Mission must've went super well, huh?"

He snorted and shook his head. "Stop talkin' 'bout work"

"Why?" You teased and kissed his jaw softly. Running your fingers at the back of his head and scratching his scalp gently.

"'Cause I wanna enjoy my time with you."

"Who knew you were such a softie?"

He huffed and let out a small laugh "Oh, shut up and let's keep dancing."

And you did just that.

super short one shot, but i needed to write bout bucky <3

Sam: yell the first word that comes to mind

Y/n: DADDY!!

*bucky: looks at Y/n*

Y/n: i meant bucky

Drawn to Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,282

Summary: Bucky catches you swooning over the animated version of him in ‘What If?’ and at first he’s grumpy about it..

Author’s Note: So this idea just came to me after seeing the clips from What If? and how cute animated Bucky is. I mean I may have swooned myself…hehe Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf 

Warnings: lots of fun fluff, teases, grumpy Bucky, Steve cameo and then it ends with dirty talk and implied smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif not mine: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you so very much :) 

“What’s that smile about?”

You whip your head up at the sound of Bucky’s voice next to your ear.

“NOTHING!” you nearly shout and slam close the iPad.

“Baby doll…you have that lovey-dovey look on your face again.”

He narrows his eyes before plopping down next to you on the couch. You give him a dazzling smile that looks far too guilty and repeat your answer from earlier.

“Nothing Buck.”

He tilts his head suspiciously before distracting you with a soft kiss and grabbing the iPad away. He rushes into the kitchen and opens it, keeping you away with his metal arm.

“BUCKY! OH MY GOD. GIVE IT BACK!” you scream, trying your best to get at him.

“That’s me,” he deadpans. “You’re watching the ‘What If?’ clips?”

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SILVER ➳ BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

➳ summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can't stay away.

➳ pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

➳ warnings: will feature smut, suggestive themes, angst, age gap; Reader is 20, Bucky is 30

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➳ If you love SILVER, check out my original fic on Wattpad; MY SWEETEST ADDICTION

40s bucky headcanons (lwky kinda suggestive)

40s!bucky who begs for you too send spicy polaroids with your mail when he’s away

40s!bucky who obviously sends ones of him back

40s!bucky who in his time in london got ridiculed for being so protective of his letters

40s!bucky who the second steve snatched one away from him and ripped it he yelled

40s!bucky who carefully went through photo surgery with tape

40s!bucky whose mail got lost and opened and then reported

40s!bucky who got called into his base commander’s office for outer personal misconduct

40s!bucky who could care less

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Take it

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: sexual content 18+, choking kink, breeding kink, explicit language, dom!bucky, daddy kink, a dash of degrading

a/n: honestly kinda love this one, breeding kink bucky is my fav. also the gif is kinda unrelated to the setting, i just love 40’s bucky (this also literally started out as a savitar barry allen imagine lol)

(NOT MY GIF)

“fuck that’s it doll, take it” he grunted as he pounded into your cunt, your hands very tightly intertwined as he made the bed squeak with his thrusts. You moaned at his words, another wave of arousal washed over you “oh fuck, Bucky make me cum, please” You begged already getting close.

He tapped your swollen lips with his thumb “suck” he said. You took his thumb into your mouth, closing your lips around the digit and swirling your tongue. He grunted loudly “that’s a good little girl, doll”

“Just for you James” you moaned out, he gave a particularly hard thrust and you moaned and gasped as you came around him. Bucky leaned down slightly and wrapped his hand around your throat “yeah, you liked that didn’t you Princess?”

You whined in response “oh god yes, harder buck” Bucky squeezed your throat a little bit tighter and did just what you asked. His hand went behind your head and his head fell into your marked up neck, as he thrusted faster and faster grunting into your ear.

“You want me to cum inside that sweet pussy, doll, hmm?” He asked, breath fanning your face. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes and nodded. A smirk spread across his face “then you gotta cum one more time for me”

Bucky dropped his hand between your bodies, his thumb started rubbing circles on your now very sensitive clit “Fuck, James” you gasped “that’s it baby, tell me how good it feels” he grunted in your ear.

“So good, daddy” his hips stuttered at the name you just moaned out. “What did you say?” He rasped “say it again” you moaned again, too wrapped up in pleasure to answer him. Bucky gripped your hair tightly “i said, say it again, y/n” “Daddy” you groaned.

“There you go, such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” You gasped at the new name given and felt yourself get all that much closer to your second orgasm. “You gonna cum again baby? Aw go ahead slut, cum for me”

He moved his hips faster, bringing you closer and closer before you let out what felt like the most pornographic moan you had ever let slip and came all over Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned, as he helped you through your orgasm he chased his own. You could feel his cock twitching as he got closer. Your hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you “c’mon daddy, fill me up. I know you can, please i want it” you pleaded in his ear. “Goddamn” he whispered

“Wanna get you pregnant” the brunette grunted, his hand bunched up your hair and tugged as he came inside of your swollen cunt “Fuck, y/n ” he chuckled “oh so so good baby” he laid on top of you for a bit catching his breath, before he flopped on the bed beside you.

He pulled you into his now slightly sweaty chest and gave you a sweet kiss “that was amazing, thank you doll”

“Did you mean it?” He titled his head down to look at you “mean what sweetheart?” You tilted your head up “that you wanna get me pregnant”

“Absolutely I did, I think you’d look beautiful pregnant with our kid” he smiled as you blushed at his statement. “I’d love to have a family with you” you leaned up and kissed him softly.

“Also we should definitely keep the new names in. You know, for research purposes”

He let out an adorable chuckle

“Anndd moments gone

The sculptor

Summary: Bucky has a way with words and actions, a true machiavellian under that pearly smile and those stormy eyes, well he knows he has the reader wrapped around his little finger, putty in his hands and he knows exactly how to mold her.

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Naive!Reader

Word count: 1605

Warnings: TW/mentions of sexual assault, cockwarming, manipulation, edging, overstimulation.

A/N: so this is an entry for @mariessecretfantasies 500 followers challenge based losely on the lyric prompt 23 or Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by David Bowie, and also my first attempt at writing Dark bucky so any and all constructive criticism is welcome!

He takes his time with you, never in a hurry, never afraid. He isn't scared of losing the feel of your soft skin under the palm of his hands, your legs that wrap so well around him, the mouth he drinks out of, he consumes you everyday. To the brink and back, leave you heaving and broken but you'll never leave,

This is what he did, this is his reward, that's what he wanted and so it's what he has, his silly little woman wrapped like a coil around his little finger,

He watched you with half lidded eyes, his strong arms folded behind his head and the hints of a smirk that stretchs his lips, he'll let you exhaust yourself, before he makes a move, low whines rumbling through your chest

"Buckyyy, please" your head lulled back and your perfect tits in the air with every bounce, your hands on his abdomen, you stop every once in a while, pressing your hands down and grinding your hips, scratch your nails down his chest, make promises, anything for him to just please let you get there,

No matter how hard you try it just isnt the same, your strength is always less compared to him, and this drive to reach the high, with him, but he wouldn't give in, not that easily

You've always been so useless on your own, you know it too "please! I-I promise I'll be better, I'm stupid anyway, please bucky I won't ask you again" you whine again, it feels like it's been hours, your body and all its nerves on fire with need but he looked much too pleased with the little game.

Your shoulders slumped, body tingling with the overwhelming feeling of fullness but nothing more, body falling forward onto his chest, and those pearly tears on the harbor waiting for release when he speaks

"I don't know why you do it" he tsked, your whimpers in his ear as he looks down at the mess of hair and sweaty limbs on top of him, "asking me if you could go to the city, when I've told you that you can't, Don't you trust me?" He asked you, face pressed into his chests and soft sobs choked out,

"Look at me Y/N" you could hear your heart crack more, why did he call you by your name? Had you done it this time? What if he didn't want anything to do with you now?

"Why would you want to go there? In that danger? You know what would've happened if I hadn't found you don't you? I've given you anything you could want and more? So why do you always want to leave? Am I not enough?"

Big sad eyes peered into the bright azure of his, the pearly tears shining under the dim sunlight, you were a vision, so perfectly compliant, putty in his hands. He had you by the throat, his fingers pressing where it hurt and he knew that he had won the round, He was pygmalion and you were his best creation,

"No-No you're perfect bucky, so much better than I deserve, you've given me everything, I promise I won't ask again, I don't even know what i was thinking please don't leave me" you said quick and breathless, all choked up and he knew that you were close to a breakdown,

He operated these strings, he knew how to push you and he knew your limits, the perfect woman, a beautiful little doll and he was the handler.

"Leave you? Oh honey I could never" he changes it, his tone sympathetic, his eyes morose "are you sure that you don't want to leave?"

Hold the string that aches the deepest, gather it hard, dig with your nailbeds and pull

"No I promise! I love you, only you Sergeant please" he growled, you knew how to push him too,

"I'm yours please bucky take me"

You had to say no more, he turned you over at the speed of light, fingers digging into your thighs, he pushes your legs up, stuck so well against him,

He's heard your whines and he's heard your pleas, and hes seen what a perfect mess you can be and he wants all of it, every inch of it and more, he wants to destroy you, his, that's all you are and that's all you need to be,

So he gives it to you, hard and fast, hips jutting at the speed of light, he'd leave you struggling to hold on, so you could do nothing but take it, take him, anything and everything he would give you,

His doll squeals against him, one moment the squeals are muffled by his mouth and then the regal metal of his hand is closing around your neck, you see stars, your vision blackening around the edges and raw pleasure coursing through your veins,

You had never felt so good before, you probably wouldn't have existed without him, he's all you knew,

Close so close, you love it when he uses you like this, so majestic on top of you, when the only thing you could focus on was the dark azure, the pressure of metal on your neck and the feeling of fullness that comes with being joined to him this way, and you love every bit of it,

So you give in, let your body pull you into the deep ditch of ecstasy, he leaves you twitching and gasping, you tell him as best as you can "I-I'm-!"  his pace increasing at the notion and then you couldn't think anymore,

The electricity that reignited all of your nerve endings was too sweet to miss out on, you were floating for hours, stars in your eyes and the imprint of the beautiful blue ones you spend your days losing yourself in,

Limbo, sweet, sweet limbo, that's your safe place. You feel him belatedly, those strong arms wrapped around you again and his soft lips on your cheek, he was purring against you, when you stretched your fingers to feel his stubble and then his long beautiful strands, you moved your face to pull him in, show him how grateful you were with a single kiss.

He let's you, he knows he has you in his fist, He rules inside your mind, coiled around your soul, he's all you have, He has made sure of it.

"I love you" you murmers against his lips and he replies with a hum

"I don't like it when you talk about useless things like that"

But I just wanted to go out

You don't question him, you've learnt not to.

"It's been happening way too much for my liking, you know how i feel about this don't you little doll"  "yes Bucky"

You're such a bad person.

"I mean the least you could do is be grateful, you wouldn't last one day out there, if I hadn't saved you that day you wouldn't be alive either" and don't you know it, all too well.

You wouldn't be alive without him, the odds were never in your favor, you're only a silly girl who ran from an abusive home, a hitchhiker who trusted the wrong crowd, a fragile girl on the brink of death when he saved her, he saved you, the mystery man from the gas station, that's what you knew him as then.

Those blue eyes had always enticed you, you'd noticed him staring at you from across the dinner down the street, the cap hung on his head and his locks behind his ears, it irked you then, it looked like he could see right through you, but know you knew that it's because he did.

You were a lost little girl looking for stability and love, when you got on the truck that day you didn't expect the turn it took,

It's when they stopped on a rest stop, for a little while at night, you didn't know when it took the turn it did, how the sleazy men that rode with you managed to overpower you, you had  wanted to put up a fight, you thought you had it in you, but it's when you heard the rip of your dress that you realized you really didn't, that there was nothing you could do,

Until you saw it, the gloved hand that grasped the shoulder of the man on top of you, Bucky saved you when no one else would, he took you away from the big bad world,

So what if you weren't allowed to go into the city anymore? The city had done nothing for you anyway,

The little voice in your head used to scream at you all day but now it only popped back once in a while, it was easier to ignore now,

It stung how you couldn't do some things you thought you would do once you had it under control, if that night hadn't happened. You had hoped to leave when bucky rescued you, but that was never your choice to make anyway.

You were ungrateful about it, the voice always told you to fight it, leave him, that he was a monster, for trapping you this way, that he never really asked you if you wanted to be loved the way he loved you,

It was silly, at least you were loved. You'd take whatever he'd give you, his anger, his lust, his love. You'd give and give until you had nothing left to give,

The Perfect little girl, you were Galatea and He was the perfect sculptor.

Silence

Summary: Bucky hated the silence for how much it would hurt him, until you came along and changed everything.

Pairing: Bucky barnes x reader.

Warning: none just a lot of fluff.

A/n: hi I'm very new to the tumblr world,so if you read this and like it or think there's something missing please let me know any help is appreciated, i hope you like this!

Silence is a label, a cover for the smaller, more intimate details of life, Bucky has endured his fair share of silence. He didn't cherish it, within the loud noises of gun firing and the screams of the people who fell victim to him, just a puppet, he hid. In those moments when his heart thrumed and beated wildly in his chest, the screams so loud they gave way to nothingness, the silence of electricity rushing through his brain, the silence ripping at the last pieces of who he used to be, the realization that he was losing all he had by the minute and he could do nothing, silence. He hated it.

Well until you came along.

You with your sweet ringing laughter and the mischievous glint in it that he found himself chasing. It was there that day when he met you, the carefree giggles that filled the air and lit him up from the inside out, it knocked the breath out of him, legs moving without thought and then he found himself standing right in front of you. You standing behind the counter with your friend laughing together, it was then that he realized that it wasn't loud at all, anyone standing a few feet away from the diner would have never even heard it, but he wasn't anyone.

He frequented that diner from then on, sometimes he could feel your eyes lingering on him, or hear your friend whisper teasingly to you, the light blush dusting your cheeks was proof enough, but he stopped himself from going further. This was too good to be true, that light that surrounded you, it was too good to be tainted just like that, he brought trouble along with him, he would never let you hurt because of him, he would make sure of it.

It took him seeing you deal with a bad customer to stop wallowing alone in his sadness and pent up affection for you. He hadn't spared a single thought before he went up and put the guy in his place, it wasn't very hard either. It had earned him a grateful smile, he knew that he'd take down worse just to keep you smiling. You'd taken a chance then and sat with him in his seat despite the risk of your boss seeing and it had nothing to with him defending her honor.

Just one taste and he was back for more, like a moth to your flame, only it warmed him up better than the best cup of cocoa and a loving hug, he'd come again just to have you sit across sneakily and talk for however much time you could,he asked you out soon.

It had been a steady ride since, sometimes he found it hard to believe that someone so brilliant and amazing as you could ever love someone like him, it's been two summers since he'd met and concluded that you were everything he'd ever need.

You both had problems of your own, struggles and pain and regrets and fears but you endured them together. Bucky couldn't find it within him to forgive his own self for the atrocities he'd committed under other's control, he didn't think he deserved it either, sometimes regret and resentment over power the best of love but they'd rode that wave together as well. He worked hard to turn his thoughts around and tried to learn how to love himself.

And then somewhere along the way he started loving the silence too.

The silence of when he'd wrap himself around you, feel you cradle his face against your chest, whisper sweet reassuring words and chase away his fears away, when you would sit together in the dead of the night and rock together with nothing but the sound of two hearts beating together to fill the space. When he didn't need to explain why he needed to feel you close, for him to feel secure in your arms, because you just knew.

The silence that filled the air as you wiped away at the blood that covered him in places, his and others. The concerned scolding giving way to loving care when you take care of him, stitch his wounded arm up like you had his heart and you didn't need words to tell the other how scared you were of ever losing this, of expressing the common knowledge that there was no one, no one that could fill both of your hearts like the other does.

The silence that filled the air when he pressed wet cloths to your head and the one when he fed you the soup he'd learnt from his ma, when he carried you around in his arms so you couldn't exhaust yourself and pressed soft kisses to your face, when he'd run and get just about anything you needed without a single complaint.

The one that surrounded you when you'd sit with his head in your lap on that checkered red picnic blanket under the shade, eating the food you both spent the early hours making, excitedly finding spots to chase that very silence, to see the gorgeous sun and to feel the breeze rustling and tickling you with it,

Under the moonlight, laying in each other's arms. The calmness that surrounds after a night of soft embraces, affectionate smiles and love oozing with every action you take. To love together and feel it in its peaks together. The sheen of sweat that covers your bodies and the exhausted an blissed out smiles that stretch on your face as you agree to take in the moment for what it is.

The silence around you when you work together in harmony, under the golden light when you work perfectly to cook meals, for yourself and sometimes to share with the other people you'd opened your heart to and the ones you lived in. The calm before the carefree conversation and laughter would fill the air, when you'd stand together and watch, contented with the result of the work you'd put in.

The silent moments when you two sat together watching the rain pelt on the window, while he prepared to express the absolute love he'd been harboring for three summers now, the softness of the moment before it overflowed inevitably with happy tears and hammering heart beats.

The silence before the announcement, the final moment before you were his for everyone to know. He knew he belonged to you the moment he saw you. The soft single, moment before it all changed, before they gathered to experience something none of them had before.

Bucky fell in love with the silence just as well as he'd fallen for the sound. Silence that covered the lifetime of small moments full of love that the two of you were promised to have.

When your fall in love with your flatmate

The second part of my fic: When your flatmate is a jerk

Warning: Smut, explicit sex

(Eng is not my first language.)

After patching things up with James you became good friends. In the end, nothing happened between you two, and you decided to bury in the back of your mind those feelings that your flatmate waked in you. If there was sexual tension between the two of you, you both decided to ignore it. That was easier than trying to figure out where that unusual relationship could lead. 

In the time you had been friends you discovered a playful and childlike James. When he genuinely smiled his eyes sparkled and he looked so soft that your heart could melt. Also the coming and going of women had stopped and on nights when the ex-soldier couldn't sleep you would set up a fort in the living room and watch movies until you fell asleep, ending up always waking up in your own bed the next morning.

Over time you had come to realize that what was really going on was not that James couldn't sleep but that he was afraid to do it. When he closed his eyes the war came back and nightmares haunted him. It only happened once but Barnes was very tired and you were watching a documentary which he found very boring. He fell asleep and before you knew it his body was shaking, his fists were clenched and he was sweating. You tried to wake him up and when you finally did, what you saw broke your heart, James' eyes tinged with terror. “Shhh, you are here.” you whispered trying to calm him down. You tried to touch him but he shunned you as if your skin burned. 

"I'll go take a shower..." he blurted out as if nothing had happened and before you could say anything else he disappeared. You never commented on what happened and James never fell asleep again. He always did something to prevent it and you were well aware of it. 

Sometimes you realize that James was still keeping secrets like the card you found while you were doing laundry. It was all wet and crumpled but still readable. It looked like a support group for war veterans. You were happy for him but also hurt that he didn't tell you anything about it. Well, it's not like he had to do it but still... You spent the rest of the day thinking about it, you wanted James to trust you in the same way you had trusted him by telling him about your life and problems. Yes, maybe he wasn't the same as you, but you weren't just flatmates, you were… friends… 

At dinnertime, you were distracted and Barnes was quick to notice. That night it was your turn to cook dinner and you had left the fridge open, you almost burned the vegetables you were cooking and it was impossible to keep a conversation with you. 

Those blue eyes could read you as an open book and he was pretty sure that something was off. "Anything happened today?” he didn't take long to ask you, beating around the bush wasn't his thing. You were so caught off guard that the plates in your hands fell off. You immediately bent down to pick them up and cut yourself on one of the broken pieces. 

“Fuck…” you sobbed on the verge of tears, not because it hurted, but because you realized that your friendship with James was not enough for you. He rushed over to you and before you could react he sat you on the counter and pulled out the first aid kit. He was nervous, you could tell by how quickly his eyes scanned your body for more cuts. 

"What's wrong with you today?" You didn't know how to answer him, whether to tell him the truth or leave it alone. You ended up bursting into tears, causing the blue-eyed man to panic even more. It was a childish, snot-filled cry. "Look at me." James pleaded, trying to calm you down "Tell me what's going on, please." With no idea what to do, he started rubbing your back and wiping away the tears that kept coming. Crying prevented you from speaking and you could only fall even more in love with the man in front of you. He was so worried about you that it hurt you not to be able to give him the answer he wanted. "Maybe are you… on one of those days?." he tried to ask gently, not wanting to offend you.  You couldn't help but laugh through your tears. 

"No..." you murmured, losing yourself in his blue eyes. "The problem…. is that I think… I'm in love with you." you confessed, terrified of losing the warmth of that man. James blinked a couple of times in confusion, he was still processing your confession. 

"Are you crying because you're in love with me?” He wanted to be sure of what he had heard. You just nodded, unable to repeat those words. "Do you want to kill me with a fucking heart attack?" he breathed in relief. He cradled your face in his hands and put his own at your eye level. "You idiot..." he pressed his forehead to yours. "I thought something bad happened." You were so close that his scent surrounded you and his breath when he spoke brushed your cheeks. 

"I think falling in love with a flatmate is bad enough..." You tried to fake a smile but you only managed to make a grimace. 

"But what if that flatmate is also in love with you?" he whispered in your ear before burying you in his arms, unable to meet your gaze. Your heart was racing and the tears stopped, suddenly your face turned red and your palms started sweating. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? 

"You're shaking..." Barnes let out a small laugh and you noticed the weight of his head on top of yours. 

“Whose fault do you think it is?” You tried to free yourself from his embrace but his strength far outweighed yours. Then you realized that your face was at the level of his chest and his heart was racing. "You don't look any better..." you answered back. "And that's your fault..." he sighed. 

Argh... You wanted to see his face so badly. Lose yourself in his blue eyes... Kiss him... "Let me see your face..." you begged. Your hands scratching his back weakly. You were desperate to feel all of him. Then you had an idea... You were still sitting on the countertop and you took advantage of the situation to wrap your legs around him and close the little distance that remained between you. 

"Don't play with fire, y/n." he gasped as he brushed against you. 

"But you just said…" you put your arms around him, trying to win him over. 

"If it were up to me I'd make you mine right now..." you noticed how her voice sounded desperate. "But then there'll be no turning back..." You understood what he meant because it was the same fear you had. But it was even more painful not to have it than to try and have it not work. "You're not going to lose me, whatever happens between us." you let him know. "But we can’t stay like this forever…" you scoffed at the situation. 

Your words had an effect and James' grip relaxed, you could finally look at him... His pupils were dilated and his mouth slightly ajar. "Fuck, you're beautiful." he smiled tenderly. His big hands slid over your back, one ended up on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. "I'm going to kiss you..." he announced "And you're not going to be able to get rid of me from now on.". A nervous laugh escaped you "Is that a promise or a warning?"  James lost all the little willpower he had left and crashed into your lips. "A promise for sure." his kisses were eager and intoxicating, your whole body reacted to him. There wasn't a nook that didn't crave his touch. 

You both clung to each other as if you were afraid the other would disappear at any moment as if even all the time in the world wasn't enough to quench the longing you had for each other.  “Fuck…” you both gasped into each other's mouths, which caused you to grin like dorks at the coincidence.  That kitchen was getting too small and the clothes were starting to get in the way. 

“Is this all we are going to do?” You said burying yourself in James' neck, leaving little kisses. Your hands slipping under his clothes, enjoying the heat emanating from James' body. You couldn’t wait anymore.

“What else do you want to do?” Barnes teased you by squeezing your thighs and bringing you even closer to him. You knew he needed you as much as you needed him, his erection wasn’t going unnoticed under his jeans. You tried to touch it but James stopped you by grabbing your wrists. “What's the hurry? I asked you a question.” he smiled mischievously. 

“But you know exactly what I want.” you gave him your most powerful puppy eyes.  “And you want it too…” 

You were not lying, he was craving for you since the day he almost lost you for that jerk, the day that he almost kissed you but he chickened because you made him feel something for the first time since he left the army. “You have no idea…” he sighed in defeat. After all the shit and madness he saw in the war, you were the light at the end of the tunnel, so beautiful and special that he was afraid to ruin it, to end up hurting you. 

He kissed you with so much tenderness that took you by surprise as if you were to break into his arms. You could feel his love in every kiss, you didn’t need to hear those words. He was telling you with all his body. Without stopping kissing you for a second, he took you to your room. It was the first time he crossed the threshold while you were awake, hundreds of times he had taken you to bed but never like this. You lost track of time and space, all you could think about was James, his blue eyes, the jaw that clenched every time one of your clothes fell to the floor. With his mouth, he worshiped every part of your body and while you were still standing in front of your bed he knelt before you and sunk his face into your stomach. Your smell was addictive, your skin tasted like honey. He continued down until he reached the edge of your panties. Your wetness did not go unnoticed, you had been dreaming about it for so long that for a second you were terrified to think it was all a dream. But the little kisses and nibbles inside your thighs made it clear you weren't dreaming. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. He didn't think twice and threw off the cloth that separated him from your core. You gasped, the image of James between your legs was more than you could ever imagine. “You are perfect…” he purred less than an inch from your cunt and you could only bury your fingers in his hair, biting your lip in anticipation. He gave you a last look before taking care of your needy clit, her eyes were completely black. 

“Fuck.” He knew what he was doing. His tongue traveling up and down between your lips, focusing on your clit. Your wetness helping him when his fingers decided to join and help in his aim to make you cum like never before. 

You could no longer stand on your feet, your legs were shaking too much and James' body could no longer hold you up. He stopped leaving you hungry but it didn't take him long to put you on all fours on the bed and bury himself again between your legs. In that position you couldn't see him but you could feel his hands on your ass caressing it. “Please, James…” you moaned. You wanted to feel him inside you, ending with that feeling of longing. 

“Again without asking properly.” He turned you over like it was nothing and sat down on the bed. "Maybe you want to show me what you want to do." You didn't even think about it for a second, you laid him down on the bed and got on top of him. You knew how to play too. 

***

His calm breathing gave you peace, you felt a certain pride in thinking that maybe his nightmares knew that someone was watching over his sleep and had decided to give him a truce, at least for that night. A tender smile came over your face, James sleeping like a baby was an image you could burn into your forehead and never tire of.

"Do I have something on my face?" his still half-asleep voice was low and somewhat raspy.

You felt embarrassed, you didn’t expect to be caught drooling over him so soon, at least not at the beginning of your relationship. Wait… Relationship? Was it real? You and he were a thing? Would James be a long-term relationship guy? His track record didn't play in his favor, but the night before he had told you he loved you too. That had to mean more than a one-night stand. 

“Morning.” you murmured a little bit anxious, your own thoughts running like crazy, but then he kissed you on the forehead, sweet and slow. 

“Morning.” he smiled at you, his eyes full of love. “Hope you slept well…”

Then you realized there was shyness in James' words, you weren't the only one who felt vulnerable at a time like that.

“Better than ever.” You smiled back and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. 

“That makes two of us.” he seemed to relax and in that moment you knew he was not playing, that was real. “Oh, now that I remember. I wanted to tell you last night but things got out of hand.” he squeezed against his chest. “I'm going to start a veterans' support group. I ran into a friend from then and he told me that he was running one.” 

You didn't expect him to tell you, in the end, last night was all due, a little bit, to that. You felt stupid. If only you had given him the time... Well, maybe you wouldn't have ended up in his arms and surrounded by his scent. 

“You deserve it.” your hand found his, and intertwined fingers. 

“Yes… I think it’s time to face the past and focus on my future.” he kissed you again this time on the nose. You were excited to face the future with him…

When your flatmate is a jerk.

James Barnes (Bucky) is your new flatmate and so far living together has not gone very well.

2K.

PART 2

Warnings: Not a smut, kinda soft but with a little bit of spicy. (Eng not my first language.)

You hadn't even been living together for two months and you already couldn't stand that asshole named James Buchanan Barnes. The cost of living in New York was exorbitant and when your flatmate left you alone without a previous notice you had no choice but to accept the first stranger who answered your ad, well the first one who didn't look like a serial killer or a pervert. How wrong you were… Sleeping at night had become impossible, when James didn't bring a girl, he spent the nights tossing and turning in his room. That man didn't know what rest meant. If things went on like that, your bosses were going to throw you out of work, nobody wanted a zombie for an employee. 

You needed a way to bring the matter up and make it clear to your flatmate that he had to learn to be less noisy. But how could you look him in the face and tell him that his hoarse moans were keeping you awake at night? 

Well ,that morning was going to be the definitive one, during breakfast you would tell him. The night before the blue-eyed man hadn't brought any friend with him, so you wouldn't have to face a naked stranger, just a freshly risen James, with tousled hair, no shirt, and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. Shit, if you hated him so much for depriving you of a good night's rest, why did you bite your lip until it almost bled when you were in the same room?

"Good morning," his deep morning voice caught you off guard, making you almost choke with your coffee when he showed up in the kitchen. 

 “Morning” was the only thing you could mumble, all the determination you had gathered a few minutes before, disappeared in the presence of that man. “I was about to make pancakes, do you want some?” you managed to pull yourself together, your main idea was to soften him up with some treat and then drop the bomb.

“Sure” he accepted, a little suspicious. The fake smile on your face did not go unnoticed. Normally the only thing he got out of you in the mornings was a grunt or two.

You turned your back to him to focus on making breakfast, you just hoped you didn't burn anything, you knew your kindness hadn't gone unnoticed and James was analysing you from head to toe, making your stomach tingle from that intense stare.

You devoured the pancakes in complete silence. In the short time you had lived together you hadn’t found anything in common, so apart from things to do with the rent or the bills, you had nothing to talk about. But Barnes didn't seem to mind, he was too captivated by the way you were sucking on the honey-coated fork, although it didn't escape his notice that you wanted to tell him something, even he could hear the gears in your head turning.  

"Just say it." he grunted as your tongue went from playing with the fork to your lips, that game was starting to cause him problems in his sweatpants, and it wasn't easy trying to hide his half-erection. 

“Eh?” your innocent expression made him even more upset. 

"If you have something to say to me, say it now, I don't have all morning," he sounded more abrupt than he meant it to, but that only made all your pent-up rage of those days come out of your mouth, unfiltered. 

"All right, that's what you want... how about you keep your fucking voice down when you bring someone to the flat or better yet, why don't you join one of those sex addiction groups? Because you've got a fucking problem and I'm not going to put up with any more sleepless nights," you blurted out without thinking, your eyes fixed on the blue ones that seemed to open wider and wider with every word that came out of your mouth. 

Barnes' astonished face turned into a grin of amusement as he recovered from your speech, "Ohh, honey, I think you're overreacting. You're not jealous that I'm the only one having fun at night, are you?” he took you by your chin, caressing your jawline.

“How dare you?” you slapped him away and you were really close to punch him in his pretty face but you restrained yourself. Revenge sounded better. If he wanted to go the hard way that's how it would be, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

***

You had been chatting with a guy for a few weeks, he was cute but just not interesting enough to want to get to know him more. He had insisted a couple of times to meet and you finally found the reasons to do so. That idiot James was going to have to eat his words. Who did he think he was? The worst thing is that you hadn't been able to stop thinking about Barnes all day. You only wanted to get revenge, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that that caress had left you longing for something you couldn't yet put into words, but your imagination had, and it had given you a very clear picture of what it would be like to have James on top of you. Fuck! You just wanted to forget about it, and focus on your revenge. The date was set up, you and that guy were to meet at a bar near your house, just a little warm up before taking him with you and show Bucky how things worked.

A few hours later you were playing with your Martini. That man was really boring; he only knew to talk about him and his exes. He was so absorbed in himself that he didn't care if you were listening or not and you only could think about running away, but you had already gone too far... With a coy smile you touched his arm and batting your lashes you tried to get his attention. "I know a better place to talk." you said almost without recognizing your own voice. "My flat is very close... What do you say?" you made yourself sick. Why is it that deep down all felt so wrong?

By the time you got to your flat you were shaking in your boots, you were regretting your wonderful idea, but your stubbornness prevented you from letting James get away with it. As soon as you turned the key the last thing you expected to find was your enemy waiting for you to return, or that was the impression you got when your gazes met, Barnes had got up from the sofa and seemed to want to say something to you, but it was enough for the dark-haired man to see your companion for that feeling to disappear. "Who is this guy?" James asked with his worst manners. 

"Oh, Hi, I didn't know you'd be home" you lied through your teeth. "We don't want to disturb you, my friend and I will be in my room." you tried to sound as innocent as possible. It's fair to say that you had completely forgotten the guy's name. 

"Y/n can I talk to you for a moment?" James approached you, blocking your way to your room, but you didn't have time to dodge him because all you could think about was how good he smelled. Someone had taken a shower and his cologne was knocking out all your common sense. It was lavender and mint, right? At that point the other guy seemed to have ceased to exist. 

"We can talk later." you managed to articulate as you came to your senses. 

"Don't do this..." he stopped you by grabbing your wrist but not forcibly, just to stop you from running off with that loser. His voice sounded almost the same as always, but if you hadn't been so nervous you would have noticed that his eyes were tinged with desperation.  

"Okay, okay, what's going on here?" That big mouth remembered how to talk. The weird vibes you two were giving was too much to handle for his small brain. James stepped away from you and you froze, not knowing what to say. "Is this some weird thing like couples who like to see each other with someone else?" he added, leaving you dumbfounded. Before you could react, your flatmate did. 

"Get out of my fucking house!" he imposed, bringing out for the first time the soldier he once was. One of the few things you knew about him was that he was a veteran, but that was something he never used to talk about. His dog tags hanging around his neck gave you an idea.

Then, it all happened so fast that it seemed unreal. Barnes was shoving your date out and he was being more dick than ever. After slamming the door shut, James cornered you against it. "What the fuck was that all about?" he questioned, blocking your escape with his muscular arms. He was pissed off, you could tell by the swollen vein on his forehead and how his breath had become heavier. 

"I just wanted to have some fun..." you managed to articulate with your eyes locked on the ground as you were unable to look him in the face, too embarrassed by everything that had just happened. "Besides, I don't owe you any explanation." you dared to add. 

"So you want to have fun, right?" he seemed to snap, "I can fix that." his voice lowered a few tones and your whole body shivered when he made you look at him. "You only have to ask nicely..." his gaze looked wolfish and hungry. If he needed a reaction from you to keep going, the way you were biting your lips was enough, but at that point he wanted to make you beg. 

“Why should I?” you arched your brows with all the strength you had left. He was driving you crazy, but in a completely different way than before, however you didn't want to give up so easily. Barnes stroked your arm, barely touching you, but immediately causing goose bumps all over your skin. 

“Because that's all you can think about since this morning.” he saw right through you, but it didn't save him from being a jerk. That was enough… You were tired of him playing with you.

“Fuck you!” you pushed him with all your might, but before you could get away, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. On the way you kicked as much as you could, but it was like hitting a wall. He left you on the edge of his bed, and crouched down in front of you with his hands up, wanting you to know that he was coming in peace. “I know I owe you an apology." he looked genuinely sorry, “This morning I behaved like a dick.”. 

“Only this morning?” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze because you knew you would be unable to resist his puppy eyes. James sat down next to you and let out a low snort.

"I know I haven't been the best flatmate." Then he plopped down on the bed and his gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling. "I have no excuse, but this is the first time I've lived with anyone after leaving the army." he confessed and it felt like that was the first time you had a real conversation. "I guess I've lost my manners."

You dropped down next to him, mirroring him. "Your manners aren't the problem, you just need to stop moaning so loudly," you chuckled to yourself and rolled onto your side to make yourself more comfortable, finding yourself face to face with James. You felt your cheeks flush, you had never seen Barnes like that before, without that armour that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went. "I'll try my best." he laughed with you. 

You let silence fall between both of you and just stared at each other. Without really knowing how, the distance between you was getting shorter, your eyes kept going back and forth from James' eyes to his lips, he seemed to notice and with a soft grin in his face he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

lifeguard!bucky x reader: motel 6

my inspiration for this imagine:

dare short film

overall motel aesthetic

a oneshot that got taken down (I was quite sad so I needed to fill that void)

american dad season 10, ep. 6: this indie movie episode

the last days have been quite chaotic: you stranding in a random city cause your car broke down. luckily there was a motel close by so you checked in. it was a really nice motel, the indie summer vibes not fading away. you car still is somewhere to get fixed so you need to wait in this city till it's done. but not everything is entirely bad: you've started liking the lifeguard at the motel's pool. you went to the pool everyday, enjoying the sun and maybe also the tall man with brown shoulder length hair and azure eyes, roaming over the pool's surface to be sure that nobody drowns.

you also went to the pool at night cause it was empty, quiet and peaceful. this night though, you weren't left alone. you were currently sitting at the edge of the pool, legs in the water. you have your dirty pj on since you're a bit self conscious and also just to lazy to change or care. you actually didn't notice him at the beginning since you were caught up with your thoughts and the water moving.

"can't sleep or do you just wanna relax?", you hear a smooth, yet husky voice saying. you flinch a bit and turn around to see him. "I just like the peacefulness when no ones there", you answer with a flutter in your heart. "why are you here?" "same reason. and also cause it's nice to just go for a swim without needing to take care that no one drowns." he dives into the water smoothly. he resurfaces and drags his hand through his hair. you look at him in a somewhat dreamy gaze as you breathe in the summer night air deeply. "I never got to know your name since I got here some days ago", you say after awhile. "my name is James but call me Bucky", he answers as he swooshes around the water to stay afloat. "I'm Yami", you smile at him as you can't seem to get your eyes off of him.

you two stay quiet as you exchange smiles and laughs. he dives in the pool as you watch his every move, his muscles moving, stretching, tensing and relaxing. coming back up for air, he notices that you still look at him but you don't seem to really "be there", your head in the clouds. "something on your mind Yami?", he asks as he gets closer to investigate your face. you fall out of your dreamy trance, looking away for the first time. "actually yes, I have a lot of things on my mind currently but only one thing sticks out right now", you tell him with a bit of sadness in your eyes but also bliss and peace, the motel feeling like an escape from reality, a little break that wasn't planned. "would you mind to tell me?" he is quite close to you now, looking through wet strands of brunette hair with cerulean eyes. "do you promise me not to judge?" "I won't judge you, you can trust me doll." you grin at the nickname and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I have a liking for someone but they don't know. it's also quite tough since I've broken up with my boyfriend recently, sorry for getting so dark and deep." you look at the water surface as the water carefully moves around in small waves. "a boy or a girl?" he asks, interested in your problems, looking at you with soft features. "it's a boy this time. I don't know him but I would like to get to know him but I'm worried he might find me weird and creepy since one did in my past." "I understand you completely and I know what it feels like to be humiliated or feel rejected." he said with a caring face, flashing you a soft smile. you slip into the water carefully and you both swim more into the middle of the pool. "thanks for understanding and listening." you smile as you look at him. he inches closer to you.

"I noticed you sparing me glances in the course of the last days, don't think I haven't seen you daydreaming while looking at me." he smirks a bit as you look shocked, feeling embarassed by actually getting caught. you accept it though, cause you were quite bad at hiding it. "I'm sorry for that it's just...that you're quite attractive. I'm really sorry if you felt uncomfortable by that." he pulls you closer, mere inches apart, your skin touching his. "don't worry, I don't mind.", he answers as he does something you wouldn’t have expected but have dreamed of the last nights and days: he carefully leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips slightly wet. the kiss was passionate but ended to soon. he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes, his wet lashes sticking together in little traingles. you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder. "you feel the same or was it just to make me feel better? whatever you say, it made me happier. thank you, Bucky." he chuckles and smiles at you, caressing your wet hair. "it's both" you chuckle as well, feeling hopeful for the first time in ages, the night endulging you in it's cooler (but still hot) air.

I haven't proof-read this so sorry if I have some typos in there

The Greatest Gift of All

(Inspired by^ for the people who asked :D hope it was worth the wait!)

*

Long before the war, before Captain America or the Winter Soldier, there was simply Bucky and Steve. At least, that's what history says. But they missed out one very important person, a girl called Y/N.

Women in those times often found themselves with little opportunity, and only two easily attainable pathways in life: wife and mother. But Y/N carved out a life for herself that defied all expectations, and it all started in Brooklyn.

She dived headlong into scuffles, usually next to Bucky in defence of Steve. Regardless of the opponent, Y/N stood by them both, and often held her own quite impressively.

Her dress style borrowed from more masculine cuts, and Y/N was never seen without her cap. A lot of people had a problem with this, but she shut them up fairly swiftly.

Everything about this girl drew Bucky in, a battle he fought with little effort. They reveled in each other, flaunting their love at every opportunity. More than a few were jealous that the rough and tumble girl got the best looking boy in town. 

In a way, before even coming of age, they started an adult life together. The three of them moved into a flat. Y/N and Bucky took hard labour jobs, or anything they could get. They had little room to be picky. 

Both managed to hook steady summer jobs at the local docks. They used most of their money to keep a roof over their heads, buy food, and pay for Steve's medical needs. He attended art school, and sold his work every now and then; but physically, he was in no condition to work.

The war appeared on the horizon, just as they started to pull themselves an inch above the poverty line. Y/N saw it coming, the inevitable. She treasured every second they spent together, and dreaded the day when the draft came.

A lot of the older women she worked with were disrespectful, looking down on her pre-marital relationship with Bucky. They claimed she couldn't possibly understand their grief, despite the fact Y/N had seen Bucky off at the docks that very morning. 

In truth, they already planned on being married, but at the time, they simply didn't have the funds. Bucky promised, once the war ended, that ring would be on her finger.

Except, he never came home. Not properly. The person Hydra gave back to Y/N was damaged and jaded, angry at the world, angrier than she ever saw. But still, they loved each other. Though she never forgave them for stealing away his innocence, for trying to snuff out the light in his soul. A part of him would always belong to them, and she hated it.

Refusing to stay home while they risked their lives, never knowing, Y/N trained as an army nurse, working specially with the Howling Commandos unit.

Then one day, she went out to welcome them back from a mission. Every face looked devastated, but none more so than Steve. His eyes, red-raw and streaming, seemed incapable of rising from the ground. At first, the realisation didn't process, the idea simply incomprehensible. He promised.

Dugan was the one to finally break through and catch Y/N as she fell, holding her as the tears poured. Once he shook off his daze, Steve took his place, sharing in her grief.

Her world fell apart so quickly, with no warning and no mercy. Their commanders celebrated the capture of Arnim Zola, while Y/N and Steve sat, staring at an empty place at their side.

Everyone mourned Bucky, and swiftly after, began to mourn Y/N, too. The loss took a part of her...the sparkle, the happiness, the laugh that lit up her face. It all vanished. She worked hard, looked after them all, but only Steve was able to make her smile. Even then, it looked pained.

So when Steve went down with the plane, the very last shred of Y/N died with him. No tears left her eyes, no screams ripped up her throat. A cold numbness took over, freezing the woman from the inside out. 

V-Day came and went. The Commandos stood and drank to their lost comrades, and Dugan silently drank another...for the loss of a bright, fiery girl who had virtually nothing to lose, and still lost everything.

She spent her days as a robot, doing nothing but going through the motions of badly imitating life. The flat was empty and quiet, yet somehow, bursting with the ghosts of her loved ones. Nightmares plagued her, terrible images of Bucky's body, forever trapped in a freezing hell, nothing but food for the birds. And Steve, his body...was it cast adrift in the ocean? Or destroyed, burnt to ash in the belly of a metal beast. 

They were simple folk before the war turned them into soldiers, into weapons. Before symbols and flags stole away their names, driving them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause.

Y/N knew their fight against Hydra was important...knew the honour behind their sacrifice. But when it's you left sitting at an empty dinner table, it's much easier to be angry and bitter.

She never married, never settled, bouncing around countries working as an army nurse. The Commandos slowly died around her, each one fading to grey as the curtain drew the show to a close. Each death, each funeral ripped open her wounds, bigger and deeper each time. Until eventually, Y/N let the blood flow freely.

Or at least, that's what would have happened. But one choice, one decision, made by a boy she thought dead in the far future, changed it all.

*

Bucky Barnes struggled to find himself again. His memories were mostly all returned, if a bit hazy and fragmented. He had Steve there to right any wrong recollections, and connect with on their shared experiences. But something always seemed to be missing, a piece of the jigsaw that hadn't been found.

He remembered Y/N. He remembered her clearer than anything. She was glowing like honey in the sun when Bucky closed his eyes and brought her back to mind.

Face covered in muck, hair tousled and streaked with grease from the boats, soot on the very tip of her nose and a cap perched jauntily on her head; wearing the deepest expression of concentration as she aimed a hanful of rotten fish guts at the sleezy Connell boy from Fifth, who decided his opinion on her backside mattered. The image shone crystal clear. Her laughter, rolling out from between curved lips, beautiful and full of mischief. 

It never failed to make him smile. Or cry. Or sometimes, both. He missed Y/N than he thought possible for a human being. 

Bucky often wondered about her life, whether she went on to marry, or maybe even have children. Was she happy? Did she bury him and move on? If they met today, would Y/N even recognise the man he was now? 

More importantly, in his mind, something he both feared and longed to know: would she still love him?

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Steve saw all this. Understood, to a degree, his pain. But he and Peggy never got the chance to bond so strongly. He knew Bucky needed him, but Steve also knew he needed Y/N more.

So once his goodbyes were said, he looked one last time at Bucky, and smiled beneath his suit as he vanished into time.

*

The living room looked exactly the same as he remembered. Bucky's coat, slung over the back of the chair, his sketchbooks strewn around the desk. Every rip and chip. His heart swelled with nostalgia, and pain, thinking of the life they were supposed to have.

What must have been in their heads...running off to fight, so eager to throw everything away. And who was left to stare at empty beds and eat breakfast alone every morning? Y/N.

His chest constricted, hearing the keys in the door, the lock rattling three times before letting her in. His nerve faltered for the briefest second, wondering if he was ready to see her again.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Time's up.

Slowly, he turned, and watched as Y/N's eyes widened, all the bags in her hands falling to the floor with a crash.

"...Stevie?" The name came out as a whisper, nearly inaudible.

He grinned, laughing as tears stung his eyes. "Hey, spitfire. Long time no see."

"Steve!" She launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging on for dear life. 

Catching her by the waist, he swung Y/N around, burying his face in her hair. They held onto one another as if they might vanish if they let go. But after a minute, Steve gently pushed her back.

"How? How are you here? What are you wearing? I don't understand, Steve, they said you died! Your plane went down in the ocean," she stammered, hand on his forearm with a grip like a vice.

"I survived. The serum kept me alive in the ice for seventy years," he said, questioning his own sanity momentarily; standing in the flat again made everything that happened seem like a distant dream.

Y/N frowned, brows knitting together. "What? Did you hit your head? Steve, this is 1945."

"I know, I came from 2023. I'm alive," he said, and saw her mentally backing away, so added, "I'm alive, and so is Bucky."

Her head snapped up, eyes immediately filling with tears. A dozen emotions whizzed through them in a second; disbelief, pain, hope. It shone clearly in her face as she stepped closer.

What did you say?" She asked, voice choked as she brought her shaking hands up to her mouth.

"Bucky's alive," he repeated softly, "and I can send you to him, in the future. But we don't have a lot of time. You need to listen to me, carefully, and do what I say."

She spluttered, struggling for words. "I, but...what about you?"

"I've made my decision," Steve said, and gently took her hands in his, "now, please, listen."

*

Bucky watched the machine, feeling a wave of numbness wash over his insides. Nothing was a better deal than the pain, the cruel sting of betrayal fighting to be felt. But he beat it back, unable to allow those thoughts validation.

Steve gave up so much for him, he fought for years to get him here. Steve deserved this. And no matter how wrong those words sounded in his head, he resolutely stood by them. 

The seconds ticked by, noted by Bruce's countdown. A flash of guilt almost made Bucky explain what was going to happen, explain that Steve left them. Left him. But he possessed no energy to speak, they'd see in a second, when no one appeared-

Zap. A blinding flash of light.

There's someone there.

Bucky frowned, hands falling from his pockets. Did Steve change his mind? Did he...

All the thoughts in his head stopped as the figure stepped down. Too small, too lithe for it to be Steve. Bucky's heart rate quickened, something in his unconscious already registering his recognition. 

The suit fell away, and if he weren't frozen in place, Bucky wouldn't have been standing. A quiver shot through him, nearly buckling his knees. Shock, fear and pure disbelief all delayed his reaction.

Y/N looked around, amazed, but turned to stone as she set eyes on him. Her face went utterly blank, a strangled sound leaving her lips.

Wearing her yard slacks, with a small bag on her shoulder, her face covered in dirt, hair streaked with grease, cap perched on-top, slanted to one side...she was everything he remembered, and his heart tried to leave his chest to go to her. To be whole again.

But fear held him back. She didn't know the things he'd done, the person he became after the train accident. What if-

"Who is she?" Sam asked, glaring as he stalked towards her, an accusation rising on his lips.

Bucky answered without hesitation, or thinking; the question had been asked countless times over the years. It always recieved the same reply. "My doll."

Sam stopped short, glancing between them, the way neither took their eyes off the other. He nodded, brows still closely knit, and backed off.

Slowly, Y/N approached, encouraged by the sound of his voice. She reached out carefully, when she got close enough. Trembling fingers brushed his cheek, and a shudder ran through her. 

"My Bucky..." She said quietly, eyes roaming over his face, a small smile tugging at her lips, "...you're here, in front of me. Alive."

He swallowed dryly, heart thundering away beneath his skin. "I'm different...you don't know..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth that her eyes found the cold metal where his flesh used to be. In reaching to hold it, she'd been taken by surprise.

Gently, Y/N took the hand in her own, examing the limb with a careful gaze. Moments passed, and she met his eyes again. Bucky steeled himself for rejection, for the disgust and horror.

Her hand went back to his cheek, and he involuntairly leaned into it. The warmth seeped into his blood. She stood on her tip toes, the smile on her lips blossoming into a bright beam of sunlight. "You've always been my Bucky, and always will be. Metal appendages and all."

He fell apart and dove down to capture her lips, clutching her to him with the hunger of a starving man. She pulled herself in, hands tangling in his brown locks, and both tasted salt on the others' lips.

So filled with joy his heart could burst, Bucky revelled in the feeling of holding his girl again. Laughing through the tears, he buried his face in her neck.

Thank you, Steve, for the greatest gift of all.

Mourning Bucky After His Death in 1945

(Inspired by^ this channel is wonderful, their ambiences always get my head in the right place for writing: beware, angst)

You got the news late, when the Commandos came back from the mission...and there was one missing. They didn't need to say a thing - the gap in their ranks, and the look on Steve's face, said it all.

Being a nurse, you couldn't stop to feel the pain or even really process it. But once the rush ended, and you stepped into the quiet street, everything fell on you at once. Tears poured, and your heart felt like it could burst. Bucky usually picked you up when your breaks came. His absence hit you like a truck.

Instead, you walked along the street in a thin army uniform and shivered all the way. A bitter wind blew through Brooklyn this time of year, but the cold you felt had little to do with the weather.

Somehow, your feet brought you to the old docks where Bucky worked through the summers. That was years ago, now, and seemed like a different life. You couldn't help but smile, recalling the laughter and choice language that used to fill the air.

Once, when you began to realise the full extent of your feelings, you came to the docks and watched him for the whole day. Instead of hiding away how you felt, you relished in it.

Sixteen was a hell of an age to fall in love, especially in the thirties. But reciprocated love...it blossomed and bloomed so beautifully. With Steve, your brother, you and Bucky built a life together.

It was always Steve who talked about their future...without him. The sickly boy never expected to live past thirty, and, despite how painful the idea was, neither did they.

Never in a million years did you imagine Bucky going first.

You couldn't hold it anymore. The sobs ripped out, and you sank to the ground by the water. One hand tightly clasped the other, a cold, glinting ring pressing into your skin. A promise, a commitment...now nothing but a memory. The life you talked about, planned so dreamily, even in the face of the war, gone. Destroyed in an instant.

Deep hatred and a desire for vengance reared its head in you. Bucky always said you and Steve were too alike. But the decision already cemented itself in your mind.

When Steve crashed the Valkyrie, no one was left behind. Two days before, you had vanished on a mission in Switzerland - presumed dead. He had nothing, not even Peggy, really, to keep him on Earth.

Little did he know, that the two sweethearts had been reunited. And Hydra would make good use of them both.

You Sacrifice Your Life for Your Family: Steve, Bucky, Peter.

(Inspired by^)

You stared at Thanos, shivering from the icy wind billowing around the mountain top. Blood dripped from your lip, and splattered over your side where your arm was tucked to give some semblance of support.

His eyes were like nothing you ever saw - soulless, determined, and utterly focused on this one goal. Another shiver ran through you. This time, it had nothing to do with the wind.

"You choose one to die," he said, speaking softly, "the others live."

Your eyes drifted over their faces. Steve, Bucky and Peter. The three most important people in your life; a brother, a partner, and an adopted son. Thanos chose well, you thought bitterly.

They were scattered in the snow, beaten and bloodied, held in place by the power of the stones. Their eyes searched for you, wide, panicked, fearful. You smiled, but it faded too quickly to be genuine.

"If..." you turned back to Thanos, determinedly avoiding the others, "what if I die? Do they all live?

Thanos cocked his head, curiosity glinting in his eyes. A chorus of protest rose immediately from her left, pleading and desperate struggling.

"Yes," Thanos said, and triumph burned in his voice; this was the outcome he wanted.

"Y/N, no!" Steve hissed, "don't you dare. I'll die, pick me!"

You finally faced them properly, smiling softly at your brother, answering him with a slight shake of the head. "No, Steve...this is how it has to be."

He opened his mouth to object again, but your arms wrapping around his torso cut him off. You almost laughed, still expecting to embrace a thinner frame, even after all this time. "Look after them, Stevie. Look after yourself."

His face was wet as you pulled away, but he forcefully nodded his head. You sighed, content in knowing he would honour that.

Bucky's whole body strained to free itself, fury slowly falling away to fear as he looked at you. "Doll, please...Y/N, don't leave us."

"Mo cridhe, this is the only way for you all to live," you said, stumbling forward to gently cup his face, "how can I choose between the three I love more than anything in this universe?"

He choked back a sob. "But, Y/N..."

You pressed a kiss to his lips, holding back tears of your own as thoughts and memories raced through your mind. Discreetly, you slipped your dogtags and the locket you kept with the precious pictures from the 30s, updated with a few from the present, into his pocket. You knew he would need them more than anyone.

Pulling back, you smiled. "What a life we've led, James, what a life..."

"Y/N...mum..." Peter whimpered, sniffing.

Quickly going to him, you enveloped him in a warm embrace. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, tearings flowing freely.

"My brave, brave boy. I'm so proud of you, Pete. So proud. You remember that, alright? I love you, I did this for all of you."

You kissed his forehead, accidentally smearing your blood over his cheek. He sobbed, head dropping.

"Be a good boy for Bucky, yeah? Listen to him and uncle Steve. Promise me?"

He nodded slowly, voice shaking. "I promise..."

"Good boy, you're a good kid," you said, pressing a hard, final goodbye kiss to his hair.

Drawing away from him took more energy than expected, and you staggered slightly, breathing heavily. You had stopped stemming the blood flow from your side, now the clock was reaching its end.

Thanos waited, patiently expectant, on the cliff edge. You huffed, rolling your shoulders, and walked steadily forward. But you paused, one last time, and looked back at your family.

"Remember how much I love you, all the good days we spent together, our glorious life..." you met Bucky's eyes, the man you called husband, and grinned the most radiantly he ever saw, "because it was glorious, wasn't it?"

You stepped off, and the clouds cradled you on your way to the end of your line. The smile you wore never wavered, neither did your resolve falter, thinking of golden days of youth and love, the laughter of the family you built ringing in your ears.

Their screams followed you all the way down, your name in their mouths the last thing you ever heard.

I need to be his controversialy young girlfriend 🏌🏻

babydoll ⋆.𐙚 ̊

cw: age gap

He feels like a creep. Plain and simple. Bucky knows that any woman would be considered “younger”, but you just take the cake. He momentarily feels how hot hell is when you delicately push his hair to the side, clipping in into place with pastel beret. The rest of it gathered into a cutesy scrunchie. “Okay, this one is for wrinkles.” You say, clambering onto his lap. His girl isn’t the most graceful.

The bottle makes him grimace, but the feel of your cute butt in his lap makes it tolerable. He has wrinkles older than you—yikes. “It smells.” He grumbles as he feels you rub skincare product into his skin. “It’s supposed to be lilies!” You say lightly patting his cheek. “This is stupid.” He deadpans, he wraps his arms around your middle when you loop your arms around his shoulders. “It’s not stupid, you’ll thank me someday mister.” You chide very seriously, yelping when he smacks your side. It’s not fair, when you pout like that he wants to kiss you senseless. “Don’t call me mister, ‘m not some stranger you little brat.” He grumbles, being particularly gentle as he slides his cool metal arm under your shirt, just over your tummy. “Sorry baby.” You croon, taking the moment to steal a kiss.

His mental crisis is not helped by the pet name. Baby? If anything you’re the baby here, he gives you a look, it makes you laugh. He finds you to be soothing. You’re a modern woman sure, but those little pj’s you have on with your hair all done up in rollers make him remember a simpler time. He’ll deal with the weird glances whenever you two walk down the street together. He’s not embarrassed anymore to pad over and ask you whatever slang word he’s picked up while people watching. Best of all, he’s finally stopped being stubborn about using his reading glasses to read your texts and see all the cute little selfies you send him.

You pat lotion into his skin, and smile at him. He kisses you, scratching you with stubble. It’s a welcomed itch. When you pull away and kiss the tip of his nose he can’t help but squeeze you. You make him want to smother you. It’s the same when you hear a kitten mew or a baby coo. He likes the feeling. He likes you.

a/n: its almost been an entire month LOL anyways… i think dating a woman under the age of 35 would send bucky into crisis mode and make him feel like a total scumbag (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

credit to @aquazero for dividers