Bucky is a janitor working at MIT, he finds Tony holed up in the lab, sick.
Night shift (1 of 2)
Bucky didn’t hate his job. There were just a few things that really annoyed him. Like when he had to take over a shift from his colleague unexpectedly and therefore stay longer than usual to clean out the trash cans in the laboratories. At least the labs were almost deserted this late, but unsurprisingly even the brightest of students still made a mess and how they weren’t able to put their trash into the trash can instead of right next to it surprised Bucky time and time again. Unsurprising was also the huge amount of beer cans hidden behind a staircase like nobody would find them there. Yeah right, somebody had to pick them up one by one and clean the spilled beer off the floor. Why couldn’t they party outside then at least Bucky wouldn’t have to scrub the floor.
Bucky was almost done with his round and he only had a few trash cans to empty in the engineering department, which had one advantage that he didn’t have the risk of finding some hazardous material in the bins like in the bio or chem departments.  He was ready to call it a day and get home, take off his prosthesis, rub his sore muscles and relax with his cat but apparently his prosthetic arm had other thoughts and decided to clock out early with an unpleasant crack and a clank and then a tiny plink as a screw dropped out of Bucky’s sleeve and onto the floor right before the trash can he had been in the process of emptying into his cart followed suit.
His left arm was dangling awkwardly from the elbow joint and Bucky cursed. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, he knew that particular screw became loose after a long day at work but he usually tightened it after the work at home and everything was fine. The extra work must have messed it up more than he thought and now the screw was lost under a pile of soda cans, abandoned term paper drafts and granola bar wrappers. And right at the end of his workday too. This was not Bucky’s day.
English version below Hallo, ich bin Charlotte, eine Transfrau, die keine Ahnung hat, wie solche Fundraising-Texte geschrieben werden. Ich möchte bald mit meiner Hormontherapie beginnen, und dies wird mich mittel- bis langfristig vermutlich irreversibel unfruchtbar machen. Ich würde deswegen gerne...
Hello, I’m Charlotte, and I’m trans.Â
I want to start my HRT soon, but HRT will make me irreversibly infertile, so I want to freeze my sperm first. Unfortunatly I don’t have the money for that and it’s not coverd by health insurance, so I’m trying to crowdfund the money. The money I need upfront is 700€ for the process of analyzing and preparing the sperm and 375€ for the first year of storing the sperm. I’d like to freeze my sperm within the next month so I can finally start with my HRT.
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.Â
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.Â
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.Â
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.Â
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lotÂ
Bucky finds Tony's anxiety pills on accident ? (he didn't know about Tony's anxiety or depression)
Warning: Some rude shit is said to Tony (in the past!) for taking antidepressants. Skip the  paragraph of italics if you want, it won’t really affect much, I don’t think.
A/N: I use all the medications except Xanax, and Tony’s pain experience with migraines is exactly like my last mega-migraine. Minus a Bucky to ferry me pills and rub my neck, I had to bribe my sister to get me pills. *insert sad face*
In For a Penny
Tony burrowed into his blankets and managed to give a thumbs up to JARVIS when the windows went dark without him asking. The pain in his head was excruciating. It felt like someone was simultaneously gripping his head in a vice and randomly stabbing it with a dull knife if he moved his neck or head at all. And weirdly, it felt like his skull was too big for his skin. All in all, it was awful. The dark helped a little. The light felt like a million little needles in his eyes, and he was grateful for his very advanced technology to make his bedroom be as dark as a tomb.
Still, the lack of a million little needles in his eyes didn’t help much.
He drifted in and out of a light doze, knowing his pain pills - the ones in his bathroom cabinet - would probably help kill the migraine, but not willing to brave movement. The sleeping wasn’t going to help, but he lived in eternal hope that one day he would go to sleep, unmedicated, with a migraine and wake up without one.
He didn’t know what time it was when the door opened and closed quietly. A few moments after that, the bed dipped. Fingers carded his hair, and he whined piteously as the fingers moved lower to rub his neck at pressure points.
“Migraine, honey?” Bucky kept his voice low, but more out of his need than Tony’s need. Tony was light sensitive, not very sound sensitive. A low audiobook played in the background. A man stuck on Mars was MacGyvering his way around a dust storm at the moment.
Tony gave a vaguely affirmative sound, one that Bucky only understood was so because of many migraines.
“Did you take anything?”
Negative sounds.
“Want some?”
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
“Okay honey.” Bucky rubbed Tony’s neck one last time before standing.
Tony has a crazy pet (exotic, dangerous, mythical, from another planet/realm/au). Everyone's used to it, but Bucky comes in after WS and is like 'Why are you all acting normal, there's a fucking unicorn/giant snake/dinosaur/bilgesnipe/etc on his lap!!!' he really wants to spend time with Tony, but creature concerns him. Takes awhile to warm up to (maybe bond over saving Tony or something) but eventually Bucky becomes the creature's third favorite human (Nat gives the best skritches)
Late-night show (Thank you for listening) by PrinceofBadassery (WIP since Nov 2016)
Steve doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s falling for that moderator guy. Why else would he stay up until 4 for three consecutive nights effectively wrecking his sleeping schedule? He doesn’t even know his last name, he tells himself, but stays up another night anyway and really he has all forgotten about owning a mp3 player at some point in his life, because who needs that when you can listen to the radio and James’ voice?
But then Steve also meets his neighbor, who turns out to be pretty handsome and even though they got off to a rough start, this might be something, if Bucky wants to.
Don’t Go in the Dog Park by Tsuki_Amano
A new visitor to Night Vale always heralds excitement and this time is no different. Bucky, the radio show host, makes sure that all the citizens are kept up to date on the latest happenings of the town. And if he makes sure to score an interview with Steve at the same time? Well it’s all professional necessity after all.
this one fits the prompt in a different way, but it’s worth it
The Day the World Went Away by 74days
Bucky Barnes has survived the Virus that devastated the world, leaving him road-tripping over America dodging violent gangs and trying to get through another year.When he manages to find a radio station still broadcasting, he’s not aware that the voice on the other side of the country will soon become the driving force behind his actions.
and there’s this podcast au
Bucky Barnes Daily by musicanova
Steve Rogers is a simple man with a simple life, who lives next door to a charming young James Buchanan. Steve Rogers is a simple man with a simple life, who makes a living off illustrating children’s books. Steve Rogers is also a simple man with a simple life who loves to tune in to the Bucky Barnes Daily podcast every morning at 6:45am.
Finally, Steve Rogers is a simple man with a simple life who does not deserve to be deceived by one James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes.
(OR, Bucky is Steve’s new neighbour James, and also the presenter that he’s been drooling over ever since the podcast started.)
Bucky to everyone else: I Am The Darkness™. I hate each and every one of you and if you come any closer I will murder you with my left pinkie. Does this face look like it’s fucking around? No. I eat ice-cream with my two front teeth just to intimidate my foes. Now fuck off.
Bucky to Tony: *kissing cheek in greeting* Hey babe come look at this adorable puppy gif I found on the interweb today I think I just peed a little look at them they’re dancing.
Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8390551/chapters/23483724
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Vampire, vampire!Tony, werewolf!Bucky, Hurt/Comfort, lots of fluff, the literal kind as well,  Aftermath of Torture      Â
Not the best idea he ever had, Tony thought as he clung to a giant werewolf flying through the air wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. The sun was hitting his bare back and tiny bits of glass were poking his skin. A really bad idea, he corrected himself, when Furball landed on the ground and his whole body shook from the impact. The werewolf cushioned the fall by landing in a low crouch but his muscles were hard as rock and did nothing to soften the blow for his passenger.
Furball growled deep in his throat and stayed in his crouch, not moving at all, his whole body vibrating from the tension. Tony relaxed a little bit, he feared the werewolf would turn on him, the way he had looked in the bed room. The rage had practically dripping from his eyes, but there had also been something else. Recognition - Â Furball had remembered something and the way he had taken off after JARVIS had revealed he had been with HYDRA had Tony worried the werewolf was going to return to them. He couldn't let that happen.
The suit had to be ready at any second and it was desperately needed, there was no cloud cover and the afternoon sun was burning down on Tony, another thing he hadn't considered when clinging onto Furball. It wouldn't kill him, but it was going to start to get really uncomfortable and eventually really painful if he stayed out in sunlight any longer and it was draining his energy levels fast. He suddenly really regretted not going for another drink of blood at the end of the night earlier.
Suddenly Furball shook himself, not hard enough to throw Tony off but definitely enough to get the point across that he wanted his rider to dismount. Tony tightened his grip around the werewolf's neck.
"You're not going back to them. I'm not letting you." He was counting on Furball's good nature and the tiny bit of trust they had built up over the past days that the werewolf was not going to kill him now. He counted it as a good sign that he wasn't putting more effort into getting rid of him.
Furball shook his head, trying again to dislodge Tony and a couple of times more and Tony would have gone flying because it took all of his strength to hold onto the wolf.
Yelling from the front of the mansion drew their attention, it was soon joined by the roaring of engines and the noise quickly came closer, three agents with drawn guns on quads raced around the corner followed closely by more agents wielding assault rifles.
They were heading straight for them.
"Fuck, JARVIS, now would be a good time." Tony looked back to the mansion and the sight of the suit bursting through the window would have been great but nothing. He doubted JARVIS even heard him out here, he didn't have his phone with him, but if the AI was piloting the suit he should find him without problem.
Furball growled again, looking at the nearing agents on the all-terrain vehicles, and then he suddenly took off, the movement almost dislodging Tony. He ran at top speed but not towards the aggressors like Tony had thought, no, he was running across the garden of the mansion away from the agents and towards the wide expanse of forest that was bordering Tony's property.
Retreat, yes, retreat was good, Tony thought, just as the agents opened fire on them. The bullets zipped past and it took everything Tony had not to let go of Furball and fall off. The werewolf was leaping over fences and walls, zig-zagging through the garden finally reaching the ring of turrets, beyond those they would be safe. They were designed to keep people out but they would recognize the fake SHIELD agents as intruders and return fire. And finally after an eternity Tony heard the familiar buzzing sound of his suit's repulsors, now he could fight back and clean up this mess, he only had to get into the suit and for that he had to get off Furball in one piece, except the werewolf showed no sign of slowing down.
Tony tried to pat him, tried to tug on his fur, yelled against the wind for Furball to stop but either he was completely on auto pilot and didn't notice Tony anymore or he deliberately ignored him.
They reached the tree line and it gave at least a tiny bit of comfort to Tony to not have the blazing sun burning the skin of his back and his legs anymore as they entered the shadowed forest, but the small relief was soon overshadowed by the twigs and branches hitting him instead when Furball broke through the underbrush. All Tony could do was keep his head down and protect his face while he listened to the automatic fire of the Iron Man suit fighting the HYDRA agents behind them. At least JARVIS was having his back. As for Furball, it felt more like he was being kidnapped by the werewolf right now, there was no way he could get off without getting seriously hurt.
Tony didn't know how long he had been clinging to Furball, he didn't seem to slow down, there were brief periods where Tony didn't feel anything hitting his skin, sometimes he felt the sun again but mostly they were traveling in the shade. The sound of bullets and explosion had long faded before Furball made any notion to slow down, Tony couldn't look up, if he moved now he would fall off and pass out from exhaustion. He could do nothing else but hold on.
He was so... /thirsty/.
Eventually the werewolf stopped and crouched and Tony simply slid down into the cold dirt, he felt Furball nudge his head with his snout but he passed out a second later. Â
When he came to he could tell at once that some considerable time had passed as it was turning night. It was something. The second thing he noticed was that his whole body was numb and slightly wet. Furball was licking across the many tiny cuts on his skin and it felt really soothing until he remembered where he was and who was responsible for how he got there.
Tony scrambled backwards and got himself into a sitting position, Furball whined and ducked down, making himself as small as possible.
"You want a fucking cookie? Did you try to get me killed?" Fuck, he was in the middle of nowhere with a traitor werewolf and practically naked, he should have just stayed in the bedroom and get into the suit and blast HYDRA into oblivion.
Furball whined again, inching just the tiniest bit closer, head flat on the ground between his paws.
"And what now? We wait for HYDRA to pick us up?" That got Furball out of the defensive and he lunged forward, Tony pulled back, bracing for an attack that didn't come, instead Furball eagerly licked across his face and Tony was barely able to push him back.
"Okay, I am a little bit confused right now and you know I don't like that. Are we still good? Because I vaguely recall we cuddled in bed this morning and this whole kidnapping thing and dragging me through the woods isn't really fitting in with that picture."
Furball just looked at him with those steel grey eyes, ears flat against his head. Communication was again a problem, they really had to work on that. "You know what, just... scratch the ground once for yes and twice for no and now I want to know if you have any intention of going back to HYDRA."
Two scratches.
"Alright, that's good enough for me." Tony was relieved albeit still confused but communicating with Furball now was complicated and exhausting and he was too tired for anything other than maybe passing out again. He really needed some blood to drink or else his body could not heal all the cuts and bruises. He wasn't seriously hurt and under normal circumstances he'd probably not even stop working in this condition but along with the sun exposure and nothing to drink his body threatened to just go into hibernation mode to conserve energy.
Tony scrambled and groaned his way to the nearest tree and gingerly leaned against it, not the best idea with his back practically raw but the ground wasn't an option either. Furball came closer again, walking around him agitated, the werewolf seemed to have endless energy even after running for who knows how long.
"You don't have any blood vials on you by any chance, do you?" Tony would bite something living at this point even if he didn't know how exactly that worked having never done it before, he never needed to nor did he have the desire to. He'd figure it out, he was a genius after all, but chances were nothing was going to come his way anytime soon anyway. Maybe he could ask Furball to let him drink, he was sure the werewolf would comply at this point but Bruce's words were still in his mind. Werewolves and vampires just don't mix.
Furball didn't answer as expected but his behaviour changed, he started sniffing the ground around them, looking for something, then focused in on one direction and started to walk away from Tony.
"Hey, don't leave me here, the least you can do is carry me back!" Tony tried to get up, is body protesting and somehow Furball was back in front of him, gently nudging him down. Tony stayed were he was, having no energy to fight.
Then the werewolf looked at him imploringly and placed his right front paw on Tony's chest. He nodded awkwardly, like he was trying to mimic human behaviour, before turning around, walking in the same direction again. Tony didn't make an attempt to follow this time, he got the hint.
Furball only looked back once before disappearing into the trees and leaving Tony behind.
Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8390551/chapters/23432640
Hydra.
HYDRA.
The black and red image of a skull flooded his mind.
"You're the fist of HYDRA." The man had said. He smelled bad, reeked of evil.
The soldier had sneered and the man had hit him across the face. They had put him in the chair, strapped his arms down and put the needle into his flesh hand. He had felt dizzy, it hadn't been the usual cocktail they put into him.
"You're going to test out something new for a little while." The doctor had said and grinned.
It had been the last time they had allowed him to be human before everything in his memory went blurry and red.
Whatever they had pumped into him forced him to shift against his will. It had hurt so bad, he had tried to resist but they had burned him with the prods and at the end of it he had lied there panting heavily. The man had looked down on him, their faces distorted into grimaces, then the collar had been locked around his neck and they had thrown him in a cage.
A cage so small he couldn't even lie down and stretch out. The wolf had paced around the tiny space, tried to shift back to his human form but his body didn't comply. He had snarled and barked at everyone coming close to him until their prods had turned him into a lump of limp muscles, fur and pain.
They worked on the collar. His will to shift had wavered and the fear of the prods had made him compliant. They couldn't use the chair on him as a wolf so they had turned to other methods.
He had been sent out in the field, let loose on people. They said hunt and kill and he complied. His wolf mind knew nothing else and he panted for the next throat that he could sink his fangs into.
He could still taste the blood in his mouth.
They were happy when he returned, they patted his back and he wagged his tail at them. They laughed and threw him into the small cage, gave him a bowl of dog food.
Furball came back to reality, his world filled with red as he focused on Tony's terrified face. That was it, they were here to take him back, throw him back into the cage, hit him with the prods again and they were going to hurt Tony in the process. He wasn't going to let that happen, he was going to go back to them and safe Tony, but he wouldn't go without a fight. He sneered at the thought of tasting blood again but it would be HYDRA's blood this time.
The shift triggered almost instantly and he pushed past Tony and leaped over the bed, landing on all fours just as the last of his fur sprouted. The shift had been too quick to be comfortable and completely painless but he didn't care. The metal arm took another couple of seconds to adjust and then he punched through the glass door to the balcony. He squeezed through the hole not caring that bits of glass got stuck in his fur, it was thick enough to protect his skin.
He could smell them from here, their disgusting scent was wafting from the front of the mansion, he recognized some of them. They were his handlers, had been his handlers, he corrected himself. Tony was his handler now and he had to protect him. Furball tried to figure out how many there were, their smells mingled with each other, one more foul then the other. He figured at least ten plus some machinery, he could smell the gasoline, some quads maybe. Did they think he would run?
Furball was certain he could take out at least half of them before the other's reacted if he was careful with his approach. They didn't know he wasn't their  stray anymore, they didn't know he had a home now. A home he was going to protect, no matter the cost.
Maybe he even came out of this alive.
He let out a low growl, his mind was set now, he was going to take them out.
Crouching low he tensed his muscles preparing to jump the banister and land on the ground below, but just as he leaped he felt something tug on his fur. No, not something - someone!
"Oh no, you don't!"
Tony! Furball felt the weight of the man hitting his back, arms wrapped around his neck and this was wrong, so wrong. Tony needed to be safe, he had to stay behind, he couldn't fight!
But it was too late he was already in the air and the ground was getting closer fast.
Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10591287
Tags: Hurt/Comfort Body Horror Implied/Referenced Self-Harm Hypothermia Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm  Â
Bucky has trouble dealing with the colder temperatures.
The idea came from an RP I have with a friend, who also requested this. Her Tony's favorite term of endearment for Bucky is Sunshine. Drabble list on my tumblr: https://berserkhamster.tumblr.com/post/158660461442/drabble-list
He hated winter. He hated the cold. It was probably ironic for some people that the Winter Soldier hated the cold but it wasn't like he had chosen the name. Most people would probably guess that his dislike for low temperatures came from his years spend in cryogenic suspension and that was part of it but mostly it was the metal arm that caused the problems.
The arm was painful enough at the best of times and that wasn't even counting the dysphoria from having a foreign object stuck to his body without consent or any possibility to remove it that was a constant companion for Bucky. It was the cold that made the thing unbearable. Bucky didn't know if HYDRA had simply overlooked it or if it had been a distinct choice to design it this way to add to his torture but the metal was extremely conductive for any kind of temperature. So every time he ventured outside no matter how many jackets and sweaters he put on the arm turned into a piece of ice immediately and with it the metal parts inside his body as well. He didn't need an x-ray to tell exactly where the arm was anchored to his body. The clavicle, shoulder blade, ribs, there were small pieces on his spine and even something on his hip, and having to feel how far the arm reached into his body constantly made him want to rip it out, dig his fingers into his skin and tear it off his bones.. If there were even his bones and not metal replacements.
Add to that the burning cold that froze him from the inside out and Bucky was paralyzed with horror and disgust for his own body. The only thing he could do then to not succumb to self-destructive measures was to curl up under a heated blanket as much as possible, use a hot water bottle on his shoulder and hope the heat will eventually bring the metal to a bearable temperature. Hot showers and baths helped too but he had to be extra careful with the water in winter and dry the arm completely every time. He seldom left the tower during the winter months to prevent the cold in his body to ever get too bad, but he couldn't stay holed up the entire time, the team worried and especially Tony who wanted to spend time with him on dates and Steve who wanted to see him interact with people more were always on his case when he tried to stay in bed all day. It wasn't like he didn't want to spend time with his boyfriend but he would rather stay cuddled up on the couch watching a movie instead of going out. They did that often enough but Tony deserved the occasional date in a nice fancy restaurant, Tony deserved so much more, he was the one who took him in, made him feel at home, showed him what love was. He was the one who called him Sunshine when everybody else only saw a gloomy man with a rain cloud over his head.
So he put up a happy face and ignored the stinging pain in his body and the screaming in his head to get rid of the abomination attached to it.
Today was no different except Clint had suggested a team outing as it had recently snowed and he wanted to go to the park and take advantage of it. It naturally had ended with a snowball fight and with the white powder stuffed down Bucky's collar. It had taken everything he got not to break down in the park and somehow make it back to the tower. He had no idea how he had managed the cold while still with HYDRA, maybe it had been easier to deal with when he didn't know any better, when he didn't have a warm bed to curl up in and instead had only an even colder cryochamber to look forward to. It didn't take long until everybody was soaked through with melted snow and shivering and they finally headed back to the tower.
It was entirely too late for Bucky.
When they got back he felt like his entire left side was made out of solid ice and he was pretty sure the snow turned water in his collar formed an ice layer on his neck. He ignored the Tony's call for a hot chocolate to warm up and headed straight for their bedroom. A hot chocolate wasn't going to warm him up, if anything it would probably form chocolate ice in his stomach. He also couldn't get a hot water bottle with everybody gathered in the kitchen, he blanket had to do for now.
Only when he was in the saftety of the bedroom did he allow himself to shiver and new waves of pain radiated through his body as stiff muscles fought against unyielding icy metal in his body. He stripped off his wet clothes and with a shaking hand and a cold metal appendage he absolutely did not want to touch he managed to put on a thick sweater and sweatpants then cranked the heating blanket up to high and slipped under the covers. The bed was still cold of course and he continued to shiver, now he could just wait and hope the pain and ice in his chest would fade away soon.
He heard the door open and he knew Tony came to look for him.
"I don't want hot chocolate." Bucky mumbled, hoping he could deter Tony from coming any closer. He didn't want any contact, not with Tony, not with anyone, but especially Tony. He didn't want him to see him like this, broken and helpless against the abomination that was his body, didn't want Tony to see how his Sunshine was frozen on the inside.
"Everything alright? Sunshine?" Tony came closer, Bucky knew it, he felt the bed dip when the other man sat down. He tried to pull the blanket higher but Tony stopped him and somehow was stronger then him, pulling back the cover.
"You're pale as a sheet. Bucky, what's wrong, talk to me."
He couldn't. The ice in his chest was wrapping around his heart, squeezing it, he couldn't talk, couldn't breath  - suddenly there was a fire touching his cheek and he screamed, he tried to get away from it, scrambling backwards. His back hit the headboard of the bed, the dead weight on his left shoulder pulled at his muscles and the ice cracked, piercing him, the pain unbearable. He had to get it out, get it out of his body, his hand tried to scratch the frost bitten skin around the metal but then Tony was on top of him, pulling him close. How could he touch something so cold as him, it burned where skin met skin and Bucky wanted to pull away, least Tony would turn to ice too. He heard him cursing and yes he deserved that, he shouldn't have let Tony so close, he was probably freezing too.
"Jarvis, tell Steve to get every heating pad he can find in the infirmary and an IV drip with saline solution, body temperature, and tell him to hurry the fuck up!"
Bucky felt the dead metal on his shoulder shift, he hadn't told it to...
"Fuck fuck fuck." Tony was touching it. He wanted to tell him not to do that. It was poison.
His head was lying on Tony's shoulder, hands of fire where caressing his back, it felt as nice as it was painful. Hot drops of lava where hitting his cheek, rolling down his neck, he imagined they left burn marks behind.
"What's going on?"
That was Steve, Bucky could see it clearly even with his eyes closed. Blond and vibrant Steve, practically radiating whenever he entered a room. He should have been Sunshine, not Bucky, it was so much more fitting.
"He's got hypothermia." Tony's voice cracked, was he already infected with the ice? "Get the pads on his arm and shoulder, the metal is sucking all the heat out of his body, we need to warm it up. Hand me the IV."
"You can do an IV?" Steve, please, why are you asking Tony this? Tony can do anything. The thoughts came automatically even as his body was screaming.
Bucky felt a tiny prick on his neck, barely noticeable among the icy needles piercing him from the inside.
"Why the neck?"
"It's faster... and you know how he hates having a needle in his arm."
Suddenly Bucky was on fire, he groaned, trying to wind himself away from whatever was assaulting his body but Tony held him even closer, fiery lips were on his neck and it might as well have been Tony who breathed the hot liquid into his body. It wound its way through him, going every which way, wrapping around his heart, down his arm, down his legs and then coming back up. He was burning from both ice and fire, his whole body screaming in pain along with himself.
"Shh, it's alright." Tony's voice sounded even worse now. "I know it hurts, baby, but this is going to warm you up, it's going to be alright."
Warm.. yes, he wanted to be warm. Bucky held still, letting the fire spread through his body as it fought a horrible battle with the unyielding ice. It's not going to work... It's not the arm...it's me, Bucky thought, I'm the ice...it's -
He gasped. Suddenly the icy grasp on his heart had been released, his lungs filled with air and he could breath. Finally breath again, the fire dimmed, the ice disappeared, left was a tingling all over his skin and the inside of his body. The scars on his shoulder where the dead metal poked out came back to life, they were burning but not painfully, they were warm against the metal and the metal... the metal was not cold. He couldn't feel it inside his body anymore.
Bucky opened his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed. His face was pressed against Tony's neck and he was limp in the other man's arms.
"I should have known this would happen..." Tony was talking again. "I should have known...I'm so stupid... same thing happened with my reactor, before I insulated it and put an automatic temperature regulator in."
"It's not your fault, Tony." Steve was still here, his voice was quivering too. "He could have said something..."
Bucky felt Tony shake his head, his hand was stroking Bucky's hair gently. "You know he can't do that...he doesn't even tell us if he's hurt after a mission and this was just a fucking snowball fight. Tell Clint I'll murder him with my bare hands if he ever gets near him with a snowball again." Tony's arms tightened around him.
"I'll leave you two alone, tell me if you need any thing."
After he heard the door close and Steve had left Bucky felt Tony start to shake. "Sunshine, I'm so sorry, so sorry." Warm drops landed on his Bucky's cheek again and he realized Tony was crying.
" 's my fault." Bucky mumbled.
Tony pulled back and cold air streamed into the empty space between them. He immediately missed the warmth that radiated from Tony and he started shivering. Tony cupped Bucky's face with warm hands and it helped a little in holding him still."What are you talking about? It's not your fault HYDRA put this mess in your body."
Bucky couldn't look at him, couldn't look at Tony's sad face. "I'm not sunshine..." He tried not to shake, not from cold and not from the sadness that welled up in him.
"What? Who said that? Of course you are, you're my sunshine! What is this about?"
Still unable to look at Tony Bucky tried to find the words. "Sunshine's warm...I'm not. I'm ..." He lifted his hand with difficulties, he was buried under the heating blanket and heating pads on his left side and back and his body felt sluggish. He tapped his chest, the spot where on Tony's the blue circle of life was glowing. "I'm frozen...inside."
Tony turned Bucky's head so he had no other choice but to look at him. "You are my Sunshine, Bucky. A case of hypothermia isn't going to change that. Come here." Tony pulled him close again and he snuggled into the warm cocoon, burying his face against Tony's chest. Could Tony be right? He felt warmer again, the pain in his chest was gone, maybe it was true.
"You know what? We two need to go on a vacation. JARVIS, get the Malibu villa ready, set up the lab, I think we both can use a little sunshine and while we're there I can work on some solution for our little freezer burn here. Some kind of insulating sleeve, maybe a temperature regulator, an internal heating unit - hey, Bucky what do you say to that?"
Bucky couldn't talk anymore, he just nodded into Tony's chest, hot tears rolling from his eyes, streaking his cheeks. He couldn't tell if the feeling inside his chest was warmth or happiness but both was overwhelming. Tony rubbed circles on his back and stroked his hair.
Imagine vampire!Bucky and incubus!Tony. They have a mutual feeding arrangement, but turns out they also like each other. Maybe one of them gets captured and starved and the other has to come to their rescue? angsty h/c and smut please
Off the Menu
A/N Bloodplay (as part ofvampiric feeding)
Tony sighed, leaning back. His phone was in onehand and he was ruling court over the club, thumbing through the menu options.Menu, the demon-kin equivalent of Grindr or Match, was having trouble finding amatch.
The problem with being an older incubus was thathe needed, desperately needed, a full Thanksgiving sort of meal, and what hewas getting was french fries and cotton candy. He was able to subsist oninsubstantial wisps of emotions and cheap sex for most of his twenties andthirties, but now that he was rapidly approaching forty-five, he really neededsomething to sink his teeth into.
And he wasn’t going to find it in this bar;everyone who’d gathered to the sense of his aura – even when they didn’t knowwhat he was, his entrancement called – were twenty-somethings, the same kindthat could be seduced easily by money and alcohol. Nibbles.
He flicked the screen again; something… therehad to be something.
Wanted: Exchange
The man’s face, pale and surrounded by a cloudof dark hair, was gorgeous. Ice-white skin and piercing blue eyes, nearlysilver, with a lush, red mouth.
Tony tapped open the profile.
Revenant seeking exchange: Can provide cash,anima, vitae, or aura in exchange for blood. Clean source only. No boozers,druggies, blood-born diseases.
Tap to Meet
Revenant.That was an old name for vampire, older than the Accords.
Tony tapped.
His own profile zipped off to the vamp. Simplething.
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