[rxdonmyledger]

So, I hate doing this, honestly. And probably you will hate me for doing it. The thing is that I am a writer. A lucky one as I could being published. Bad thing? I am Spanish so obviously I was published in Spain.

What I want to say with this?

Well, okay, I would love you If you could reblog this so it gets to as much people as possible. Maybe you’re an Spanish speaker (native or not) or just would like to help me, but yeah, I’d like to use it as a way to promote my novel. So here you have the links where I think you could afford the book:

http://www.casadellibro.com/libro-la-favorita-del-reich/9788494507038/3028597

https://www.amazon.es/Favorita-del-Reich-Nerea-Polo/dp/8494507036/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1470226342&sr=8-2&keywords=la+favorita+del+reich

I’ll be so glad and I’d love you so much if you could help me. As you might know, being a writer or an artist in general is not that easy. Thank you so much and If anybody reads it, please, send me comments, critics or whatever!

Thank you so much! I love you!

PS: In Amazon you can buy it in Kindle too.

[ma-petite-ballerina]

[freezingbeach]

there are so many aspects to be criticized about civil war, but the thing that I will never stop being bitter about is the mcu was so concerned with shoving their hyper-masculinity no-homo bullshit down our throats that they just ended up throwing steve and bucky’s characterizations out the fucking window. romantic pairing aside, you’re telling me steve is FINALLY reunited with his best friend, the one person he thought died because of him and whom he shares so many memories with and he didn’t even cry or hug him????? fuck you marvel 

[bookish-but-corruptible-deactiv]

Fuck you marvel

[yeahcoolduck]

At what point would Steve have wrapped his prickly pal in a bear hug though? I mean, I agree that the no homo was strong to the point of actively, massively detrimental to the story they wanted to tell (I COULD GO ON BUT I’LL RESTRAIN MYSELF), but in Steve’s defense, however much he may have wanted that hug, everything about Bucky screamed “I need space,” from fleeing the entire, enormous United States of America, to the “I don’t remember you,” to the “let me position this entire punch buggy between me and your pals” to the “yes I could sit in the co-pilot seat but instead I’m going to sit approximately one mile behind you on this plane,” to the “I’d rather be in cryo than face my shitty life right now.” Honestly if Steve had wanted Bucky to nope right on out of there forever, all he would have had to do was get emotional about the reunion. He would be crying to a bucky shaped cloud of dust…

[lucymonster]

THIS x10000000.

I know it’s been disappointing for the people who like to headcanon Bucky as a sad murder baby who needs Steve’s love to heal him, but his characterisation in Civil War was real and honest and respectful of his trauma in a way that I hardly dared hope for going in.

Here’s what we know about Bucky, taken straight from canon with shipper goggles off:

He’s self-reliant, emotionally detached, and works well on his own.  The guy’s a sniper. By training and by natural aptitude he is the man who spends long stretches of time cut off from his team, watching the action unfold from afar, picking off targets in cold blood. The traits that allowed him to excel at that so early on his career have only been amplified by his time with Hydra.

He is violent, compulsively and instinctively. We’ve all reblogged those joke posts about him hitting a guy in the face with a cinderblock five seconds after promising Steve he wasn’t going to kill anyone, and yeah, the irony is funny, but it’s also real. Bucky means it when he says he doesn’t want to kill people anymore, but he also doesn’t want to die, and he’s not squeamish about inflicting catastrophic levels of damage on other people if that’s what it takes to protect himself.

He’s hypervigilant and mistrustful of other people. Pretty much every life experience he’s ever had supports the life-threatening necessity of keeping his guard up. Throughout the events of Civil War he barely makes an effort to defend himself against the accusations pouring in from every direction – if people don’t accept his first token denial, he gives up on verbal reasoning and punches his way out instead. He doesn’t expect anyone to believe him. He doesn’t expect anyone to care about the truth. He’s spent the past two years looking over his shoulder, wondering if the van parked on the street has a hit squad inside it or if the woman talking on the phone is passing on coded messages about him.

After the events of TWS, he doesn’t want to be too close to Steve. @yeahcoolduck has absolutely nailed that point above, so I’m not going to elaborate. We can all theorise whatever we like about his reasons for not wanting to be close to Steve, but the simple fact is that every single aspect of his behaviour throughout Civil War screams ‘keep your distance from me’.

For all those reasons, and probably dozens more as well, it would have been a disastrous move on Steve’s part to come at Bucky with anything like the kind of intimacy OP is pining for. By respecting Bucky’s signals, Steve is doing something that Stucky fandom often seems strangely resistant to – he’s treating Bucky like a normal guy, a complete person in his own right, who’s been through some shit and has his own very firm, very independent plans for how he’s going to deal with it.

Steve’s not trying to shove a sterilised feel-good recovery narrative down Bucky’s throat, and he’s not trying to force an inorganic level of intimacy for the sake of a screen-worthy reunion scene. As far as I’m concerned, those were very real strengths of the movie – they passed up a lot of cheap-but-effective tearjerker opportunities in order to stay true to their established version of the characters, and allowed self-possession and dignity to a character who until now has been notable mostly for his victimisation and complete lack of agency.

If that doesn’t hit your buttons? Fair enough. From the sheer volumes of whump fic this fandom churns out, it’s pretty clear that a whole lot of people in the world just really want to see Bucky Barnes cry and get hugged. Hell, I love a good cry-and-hug fic (is that a genre? It should probably be a genre) as much as the next bitch. That’s why I’m deeply glad that fandom exists. But when fandom starts critiquing a blockbuster movie on the grounds that it didn’t sufficiently resemble their favourite Stucky fanfic, that’s when I get a bit leery.

Oh, and just by the way – not everybody hugs. Even for people who do hug, hugging isn’t necessarily the ultimate expression of affection that transcends every other shared experience in the world. I’m pretty sure that actions such as saving a loved one heroically and repeatedly from certain death at great personal risk to life and limb – you know, just for example – is at least as good a way of showing you love someone as standing really close together and sharing three to ten seconds of skin contact.

[imaginebucky]

From a Doylist perspective, I think it’s also worth considering how fraught an issue the Steve/Bucky relationship was for the Russos going into Civil War.

They’ve been honest from the get-go that they’ve always seen the relationship as a brotherly bond. And yet, after The Winter Soldier, huge numbers of viewers walked out of the theatre believing they’d just seen a romance unfold onscreen. How do you deal, as a creator, when one of the most prominent and widely discussed lines of subtext in your film is one you never intended to put there and never intended to follow up? You’ve got two real options – either you roll with the new development and accept the subtext as your own, or you pay more attention in the next film to make sure you’re saying what you actually want to say.

(The third option – ignore all audience feedback, forge ahead with what you were doing in the first place, and make fans the one at fault for “misinterpreting” your movie – is a shitty, shitty option so let’s knock that off the table right now.)

The Russos went with option #2. They took care to show Steve and Bucky’s relationship as brotherly, and to avoid sending the kinds of mixed signals that would have made shipper fans feel led on. When you already know from past experience that your audience will interpret any level of intimacy between two male characters as inherently romantic, and you have no intention of portraying a romance, the whole “avoiding male intimacy = toxic masculinity” argument becomes a very cynical trap. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

If Steve and Bucky had hugged on screen in Civil War, we wouldn’t be standing around arguing about no-homoism. We’d be arguing instead about queerbaiting, because that’s what it’s called when you insist two characters are completely straight while showing levels of intimacy that look completely queer to everyone else.

Maybe the Russos didn’t get the balance perfect. But I am glad they didn’t string fandom along with the tantalising prospect of a romance they didn’t intend to fulfil. I’m glad they were honest with us about their intentions. And I’m glad that, as a result of that honesty, they produced a compelling and realistic portrayal of two fucked-up men whose capacity for intimacy has been shattered by decades of trauma and loss.

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

So you should definitely do more of Training!

I did it! But as I can't login in this account with my laptop, I still don't know why, I had to create another account where I'll be writing so the second part of Training is there! Sorry for it and I hope you like the new fanfiction I'll write.PS: The new account is @betweenartandbooks

[rxdonmyledger]

“You were my mission”

A/N: This is a second part of this one-shot “Training”. I know it’s been so long but I hope you all like it!

Warnings: Angst, language, smut.

You walked into the living room the Avengers had in the tower. Behind you, several steps were heard and suddenly, the rest of the team entered the room, trying to get relaxed. Natasha tried to clean Clint’s injuries and Steve looked at you, knowing what were you thinking.

The mission had been successful…in a way. You were the couple of Barnes during the mission and you had made a mistake as you had run away, disobeying Bucky. He had shouted at you, even when the hostages were safe. Bucky had become enfuriated.

“Y/N” Steve began when the door opened and Bucky entered enraged, staring the whole room. When he saw you, he didn’t say a word, walking to you and grabbing your arm.

“Bucky…”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t you dare” He exited the room with you and you turned your head, looking at Steve who just shrugged. Bucky slammed the door as you both reached his bedroom. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I just saw an opportunity and I took it”

“You were in danger. And the rest of the team. THIS IS NOT A GAME”

“YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER” You shouted at him and saw his face becoming red as he was more and more furious.

“YOU ARE MY MISSION. YOU WERE UNDER MY PROTECTION. I COULD HAVE LOST YOU”

“SHUT UP, BARNES”

Bucky pinned you against the nearest wall and took your wrists carefully,placing them above your head. His blue eyes were staring at yours. His forehead touched yours and he whispered.

“I almost lose you, Y/N…I could be injured, tortured again, but I couldn’t be without you…”

“Since when?” You said, your heart bumping against your chest furiously. Since your arrival, you had developed a crush on Bucky slowly. His attempts to make the rest of the team happy, the way he acted when he was with you…Even though you couldn’t imagine him feeling the same.

“Since you beat my ass on the mat. The way you are…the way you treated me, as a human and no as an ex-assassin”

Bucky moved his head and kissed you. At first, the kiss was slow and passionate but then it began to heat up. His hands moved to your waist, caresing it. He took the hem of your shirt and took it off. His eyes looked at your breat with drops of sweats as you didn’t have time to wash yourself. Bucky unziped your bra and his lips moved to your collarbone, placing humid kisses on it and biting it. His fingers touched your nipples and pinched team until they were sore.

“Bucky…”you murmured arching your body and touching his growing erection with your core.

“Call me James…”

He picked you up and moved to the bed, placing you on it. You raised your head and stared at him as he took his uniform off. His chest seemed sculpted and had dirt and sweat too. You took off your jeans and he did it too. His hands moved to your legs, caressing them and touching every part of your lower body. His lips rubbed your thights and you sighed slightly. You could almost feel his smile on your skin.

That bastard.

Bucky took off your panties and opened your legs, looking at you intensly. You felt your heat growing up and you gulped. His blue eyes were now dark and his look was full of lust and desire.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” His breath caresed your core and you moaned, grabbing the sheets with your hands.

“James…please”

“Please what?” He answered smirking.

“I need you…”

The tip of his tongue touched your clitoris and your back arched as your moans filled the room. His calloused hands were grabbing your legs so you couldn’t move. One of them moved to your right breast and pinched your nipple, causing you to scream.

“James…I’m almost…”

“Cum for me, doll”

You reached your orgams as pleasure ran through your whole body. Bucky moved and kissed your lips slowly. Your hands ran through his long hair and grabbed it, making him to growl. His lips curled into a smirk. Your hands pulled his boxers and touched his erection, causing him to whimper.

“Oh, doll…” Bucky grabbed your wrists and slowly teased you with his tip. Suddenly, he entered inside you, making you to moan.

“Bucky!”

He waited until you got used to his length and then began to move, slowly first but becoming faster as your excitement grew up. Your nails scratched his shoulders and your screams were silent by his lips kissing you passionately. He moved rough, exiting you and entering entirely, causing you to scream his name, which excited him more. Your whole body shook as you reached your orgams, feeling Bucky’s as well. You both began to take your breaths and you smiled as he whispered.

“I love you, Y/n”

[rxdonmyledger]

Getting the gold

There you were. It had been a rough way until you got there. That was the first step to the Olympics. On the one hand, your heart sped up the moments you were thinking about it. On the other hand, you had left everything behind. Your family, your friends and your home. They were proud, you were sure of that, but you missed them. Your previous coach, the one that had been training you since you decided you wanted to do gymnastics, had told you all the sacrifices a professional athlete must do. Hours, hours and more hours of training. When you were a teenager and your friends were hanging out, you were still training and working hard.

The building was breath-taking and you felt your heart pumping against your chest. Your hand grabbed firmly your training bag and you walked inside the building. It bustling, full of young girls who were there for the same reason as you: Being part of the USA team in the next Olympics. Your self-steem began to drop as your eyes observed them. They all seemed incredible gymnasts as their bodies had the perfect shape. You felt embarrased and wanted to turn back, call a taxi and return home, where you should really be.

“May I help you?” A young red-haired girl was in front of you smiling politely and you noticed the little metal sheet with her name in it. “Alyssa”, she was called.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N Y/LN and I’m new here” The girl nodded and checked the list she had in her hand, raising her head again.

“Yes, here you are. You’ll be training with Coach Lance Tucker” She moved her hand while giving you the instructions to go to the private gym room.

You thanked Alyssa and took your bag again, walking between all those girls who laughed nervously and spoke to their new coaches. They would be the ones who could made them the new Gold medal winning or not. You sighed as you thought of your friends at your hometown and opened the door of the gym, having a look at the place. It was one of the best training rooms you had ever been. Your gym was not really expensive as your last coach, Mrs. Marinsky, couldn’t afford a better place.

“You’re late” You turned quickly when you heard a husky voice behind you and you saw a man entering the room and closing the door. He took off his sunglasses and placed them hanging from the top hem of his white t-shirt.

“Sorry? I thought you said 7.00”

“When I say an hour, it means thirty minutes early. Nevermind” He added waving his hand as it was useless speaking to you. “Y/N, right?” You nodded and he stared at you, placing his hands on his hips. “Come here”

You did as he had said and felt nervousness as his gaze was scanning you from the head to your feet. Lance touched his jaw as his eyes were staring at your legs. You press your hands in fists. You knew that was one of your weakness. Mrs. Marinsky had told you that before, even though she did even nothing to fix it. Lance sighed and bent to touch the back of your legs, which caused you to jump away.

“Can we just start?”

“Sweetheart, If I’m going to train you, I must know if you’re in a good shape, so stop being so prudish. Now, let me see what you have”

You ran to the locker room to change into your sports clothes and came back to the gym. Lance was leaning against the wall, waiting for you to start. You sighed and walked through the balance beam, prepared to do your best. The exercise began perfectly as you had all the movements in your head. You were approaching the end when Lance shouted and you lost balance.

“No, no! Your legs are flabby and you weren’t perfectly straight” His hands went from your legs to your hips, making you feel uncomfortable. “We need to work on it. Who the hell trained you before? No” he added moving his hand. “I don’t care”

“I’ve never been told this before…”

“Well, now I tell you. Forget everything you know about it. Now you work with me”

You continued doing all the exercises required in the Olympics, stopping each time Lance shouted at you, which was more usual than you wanted. Your muscles ached in pain and your body was covered in sweat. It was terrible for the first day.

“Okay, I’ve had enough! You are there talking and pointing what I do bad but you don’t do nothing!"You huffed and crossed your arms, staring at him in anger. "You could be worse than me” It was a lie, of course. Everybody knew about Lance Tucker and his Gold and Silver, but you were frustrated and needed to scream.

“The lady has claws"Lance smirked walking towards yourself and grabbed your elbow, bringing you closer to his chest. "Listen, doll, I’m the fucking God of gymnastics. You want a Gold as bad as I want and If you don’t like it or you think you can’t handle it, there’s the door"He pointed at it with his index finger. His plumped lips curved into a filthy smile and the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth. "But, actually, I believe you can handle this and more” He left you and  put his sunglasses on, walking to the door. “Tomorrow we’ll be full speed”

He left you there, tired and sweating and a thought crossed your mind.

What an asshole.

“I SAID CLOSE YOUR LEGS!” Lance shouted at you and you landed on the mat, with your back straight and your hands up. He moved around you to observe you and raised a brow. “Sometimes I think you don’t listen to me”

“Sorry, I’m just tired”

“Sweetheart, that’s how you get the Gold. Do it again”

You mumbled something about his family and him and went back to your exercises. Your legs were shaking due to the long hours training, but you were enraged so you used that force to swing you and do it again. This time, your landing was perfect, or you thought so, but Lance just hummed and nodded, saying something like “Yeah, better. But not enough” and you wanted to erase that fucking smile from his face.

“What’s up, doll? You thought that was an easy thing? Just a few jumps and that?"Lance smirked and you sighed, grabbing your water bottle and drinking.

"Yeah, you stay there looking at me but I’ve never seen you doing anything. You might be a blabbermouth” You said smiling sweetly and sitting down on the bench near the mat, feeling your muscles groaning in pain. But, to be honest, you had felt an improvement in your technique as in your physical shape. But Lance wouldn’t know that. Ever. You would scream if you had to listen to him saying he was right.

Lance snored and took off his red jacket, dropping it to the floor. His white shirt was tight and you could see his muscles as he walked to the beam and you waited. Then, you understoo why he had won the Gold medal. His movements were graceful and precise. His landing was perfect and you could see his hips as his shirt has moved. You raised a brow and tried to suppress a laughter as you saw his tattoo, below his navel.

“See that, princess? That is what I want. You want Gold, then you must bleed for that” He took his jacket, throwing it to the bench and sat by your side. His smile was still there and you drank water, thinking of different ways of killing him, hiding the corpse and running to Canada. “You are too quiet. Where did those smart-ass comments go?”

“Shut up”

“Woah, okay” He nodded taking your bottle and drinking from it. Your eyes widened and definitely you had to kill him. That asshole. “I saw you looking at it”

“I don’t have any idea what are you talking about” He grabbed his shirt and lifted it a little. You were right, it was a medal tattoo.

“If you want gold, you could get it, actually” He smirked and laughed as he saw you taking your things and walking to the door as fast as your feet could.

“That’s not appropriate”

“Sweetheart, I’m your coach and believe me, we could do a lot of training together” His cheek was inflating as his tongue was doing a movement inside his mouth. Your body heated up and your cheeks flushed, making him to laugh again. “I could have you screaming my name!”

You ran away as fast as you could and thanked the weather. It was a cold day and the wind was hitting your hot face.

Yep, you thought, that asshole would be your nightmare.

“I said I’m sorry! Fuck! Give me a break!”

“We don’t have enough time for breaks, lady!” You headed to your room and tried to open the door, but Lance was there, fire in his eyes and his hands closed in fists. You sighed and finally opened the goddamnit door. “You’re lucky that your floor exercise was perfect and that helped you to be chosen, but that won’t be enough in the Olympics!”

“For fuck’s sake! I know, just shut up for a fucking moment when I’m trying to get myself together!” You stared at him, your rage fighting his and you observed his jaw tensing and his nostrils moving as he was breathing heavily. “We’ll work tomorrow”

“No. We’re working on it now”

“Wait, what?! Are you mad? I’m not going to train again!”

“Oh, sweetheart” Lance moved close to you, his voice husky and low. His blue eyes were now dark and full of lust. “You’ll do a lot of training. Get your pretty ass in that room. Now”

You obeyed and Lance closed the door before slamming you against the wall and attacking your lips. He tasted as good as you thought, if not even better. Something like mint and cinnamon. His hands pinned yours above your head and your gasped when he bit your bottom lip. He took that moment to introduce his tongue in your mouth. His hips were rocking against your body and you felt his bulge pressing.

“C'mon…"You muttered trying to get yourself free. His hands move to grab your ass and lifted you. Your legs wrapped around him quickly and your hands went to his brown hair, touching it and pulling it a bit. He growled and sank his nails in your ass’ curve, causing you to moan. Your hands travelled through his torso and removed his shirt, dropping it to the floor. You did the same with yours an unclasped your bra.

"Look at that beauty…"He muttered kissing your breasts and beating one of your nipples, making it sore and hard. You moaned and rocked your scrotch against him.

Lance walked and dropped you on the bed, your naked torso hitting the soft duvet and quickly he pulled off your jeans and underwear and stared at your naked body, smirking as he put himself on the top of you. His calloused hands touched and caressed your breast until his right hand moved to your legs, touching your thighs. Your core as aching, asking for his touch and he pressed his palm against your core while his thumb was touching your clit, causing you to hiss and moan.

"Look at you, sweetheart. You’re soaking and it’s all because of me…”

His mouth travelled down your abdomen, biting and leaving marks on it until his breathing was caressing your core. Lance opened you legs and grabbed the back of your thighs, moving you closer to him. The tip of his tongue barely brushed against your clit and you grabbed his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. He laughed and covered your core with his mouth. You moan and felt your heart bumping against your chest as your body temperature heated up. His tongue pressed against your clitoris and moved from the bottom, near your ass, to your top. His finger was introduced inside you and then another one and your hips moved, wanting more pleasure. God, that man was gifted. You knew you were close and you came over his mouth, screaming his name.

Lance quickly moved and unzipped his jeans, dropping them and his underwear to the floor after grabbing a condom. His tattoo was there and he smirked when he noticed your eyes fixed on it. He began to touch himself staring at your right in your eyes. He pressed the tip of the condom and rolled it over his length. His arms were both sides of your head and you saw those blue eyes watching at your face as you were calming yourself after your first orgasm. His tip pressed your entrance and you whimper, causing him to smirk before filling you completely. It seemed the air had left your lungs and Lance put his forehead against yours, waiting for you to adjust to his length. Your hands grabbed his ass as a signal and he began to move, slow thrusts at the beginning. His movements became harder and faster and he held your legs, pressing them against your abdomen. This new posture hit you in new places, making you to scream.

“Yes, yes, coach Tucker”

“I told you…I’d be your best coach”

He continued slamming against you, biting and sucking your collarbone while one of his hands was pulling your head and the other one has holding your legs. Your breathing began to falter and you could feel yourself thightening around Lance’s length. You were close and both could notice it. His hips hit your ass as he continued moving. He thrusted one more time, deep and hard, causing you to scratch his back and to screaming, feeling the orgasm shaking your hole body. Lance came moments later and you both stayed there, holding your breaths until he rolled to your side, removing his condom and throwing it to the rubbish bin.

“I told you, doll. You would get the gold”

[saynotodrugssayyestopenguin-blo]

trends girls hate:

not being able to walk alone at night

not being able to walk alone at any time really

being cat called

dress codes

“not all men”

“feminazi”

literally being murdered for turning men down

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

Training

A/N: Instead of finishing my essays I’m doing this but I regret nothing. If you like it, I think I may continue it.

Warning: None.

Summary: You’re the new member of the Avengers and suddenly you meet Bucky Barnes who will challenge you to fight him…literally.

The elevator stopped and you walked, leading yourself to the training room. Your last mission had been several weeks ago and you needed to do some exercise. 

You entered the room, hearing the howls and the sounds of the rest of the team training. Natasha was fighting against Clint and Wanda was practising with Vision, using her powers. On the other side, you could recognise Steve’s back, his grey t-shirt wet with sweat. He was fighting with another man you didn’t know. He had long black hair and blue eyes. The sound of metal attract your eyes to his metal arm.

“(Y/N)!”Clint said looking at you. That moment gave Natasha the opportunity to pull and press him against the mat. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“I never play fairly” Natasha winked at you before helping Clint to stand up.

“(y/n), it’s been a long time” Steve said walking to hug you.

“It wouldn’t be if you were not so busy saving the world”

You both laugh until a movement caught Steve’s eye. The man with the metal arm was walking standing near you both. Steve smiled and grabbed your shoulders.

“This is my friend, James, but everybody calls him Bucky”

“Nice to meet you”You replied smiling softly. Bucky nodded silently and went to hit the punching ball. You turned your head to look at Steve, who shrugged.”It’s not very talkative, isn’t him?”

“It will take time…he…well” You smiled and nodded. It was known Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier. You didn’t hold against him that he preferred not to talk or to socialise too much.

“Maybe she can train with you, Buck? She may win you”

“May?”You replied, raising you eyebrow. “I’m totally sure I can win you”

“Are you fighting me, doll?”Bucky replied, leaving all the people in the room astonished.

“No, I’m not. I’m just telling the truth” You said smiling and walking to the mat, preparing yourself. 

Bucky smirked and raised his metal arm, prepared to punch you but you were faster. Surprised, he saw how you took his wrist and kick his knee, forcing him to kneel down. You left him go and walked around him, smiling.

“Is this all you can do, Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky’s blue eyes became dark and he stood up, staring at you. He quickly ran into you, but you, faster than him again, avoided him easily and threw him on the mat. The rest of the team had stopped training, watching that interesting fight. Bucky had never talked too much to anybody and he only trained with Steve, afraid of hurting somebody. 

He took your arm and you felt your back against his chest, his breath caressing your neck. You felt a shiver down your spine. Bucky leaned his head and whispered “You should watch that mouth of you, doll. It can get you on trouble”

“So they told me” you replied, trying to move, but his metal arm was gripping you tight against him.

“Then…We should take care of it”

You smiled and moved your leg, making Bucky to fall on the mat. Quickly, you were on the top of him, holding his wrists with a smirk in your face. “I got you”

Bucky pushed you and you felt your back against the floor, his blue eyes on yours, his locks of hair falling down his sides, caressing your cheeks. He smiled and whispered. “No, I got you”

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

Okay, so, guys, I've got a problem. I don't know why but I can't login into this account with my laptop. Yeah, it sucks and I don't know why. Anyway, I've created another blog where I'll continue writing one - shots and stuff and I'll continue this one. Also, I'm going to copy all my works on the other blog and I'll write what happened so nobody thinks I'm stealing that work or something.

I'm so sorry for this, really. As soon as I have everything fixed I'll write again. My new blog is @betweenartandbooks, so if you like, follow me there! Sorry again guys!

[jedistydia-deactivated20170608]

spoiler

This scene got me on the edge of my seat

[offroadkantapon]

There is no other version of this story.

– Richard Siken

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

The signs as Team Cap

Captain America: Aries, Cancer

Falcon: Taurus, Capricorn

Bucky: Scorpio, Aquarius

Scarlet Witch: Pisces, Virgo

Ant-man: Gemini, Leo

Hawkeye: Libra, Sagittarius

[naity-sama]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[littlestsecret]

Appetite -  craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault -  attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful -  admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal -  atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal -  animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous -  alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark -  atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy -  delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic -  delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic -  amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp -  catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger -  appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry -  avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense -  forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid -  damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving -  (exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need -  compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain -  ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful -  aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted -  aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile  Pleasurable -  charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure -  bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven  Rapacious-  avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture -  bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid -  adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden -  abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust -  (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch -  (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap  (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked -  abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe -  agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

[aghostnotaguardian-archive]

//MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - HERE IS THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM OF FINDING THAT RIGHT WORD!!!!!

[shades-of-orange]

I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll reblog it again

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

Training

A/N: Instead of finishing my essays I’m doing this but I regret nothing. If you like it, I think I may continue it.

Warning: None.

Summary: You’re the new member of the Avengers and suddenly you meet Bucky Barnes who will challenge you to fight him...literally.

The elevator stopped and you walked, leading yourself to the training room. Your last mission had been several weeks ago and you needed to do some exercise. 

You entered the room, hearing the howls and the sounds of the rest of the team training. Natasha was fighting against Clint and Wanda was practising with Vision, using her powers. On the other side, you could recognise Steve’s back, his grey t-shirt wet with sweat. He was fighting with another man you didn’t know. He had long black hair and blue eyes. The sound of metal attract your eyes to his metal arm.

“(Y/N)!”Clint said looking at you. That moment gave Natasha the opportunity to pull and press him against the mat. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“I never play fairly” Natasha winked at you before helping Clint to stand up.

“(y/n), it’s been a long time” Steve said walking to hug you.

“It wouldn’t be if you were not so busy saving the world”

You both laugh until a movement caught Steve’s eye. The man with the metal arm was walking standing near you both. Steve smiled and grabbed your shoulders.

“This is my friend, James, but everybody calls him Bucky”

“Nice to meet you”You replied smiling softly. Bucky nodded silently and went to hit the punching ball. You turned your head to look at Steve, who shrugged.”It’s not very talkative, isn’t him?”

“It will take time...he...well” You smiled and nodded. It was known Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier. You didn’t hold against him that he preferred not to talk or to socialise too much.

“Maybe she can train with you, Buck? She may win you”

“May?”You replied, raising you eyebrow. “I’m totally sure I can win you”

“Are you fighting me, doll?”Bucky replied, leaving all the people in the room astonished.

“No, I’m not. I’m just telling the truth” You said smiling and walking to the mat, preparing yourself. 

Bucky smirked and raised his metal arm, prepared to punch you but you were faster. Surprised, he saw how you took his wrist and kick his knee, forcing him to kneel down. You left him go and walked around him, smiling.

“Is this all you can do, Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky’s blue eyes became dark and he stood up, staring at you. He quickly ran into you, but you, faster than him again, avoided him easily and threw him on the mat. The rest of the team had stopped training, watching that interesting fight. Bucky had never talked too much to anybody and he only trained with Steve, afraid of hurting somebody. 

He took your arm and you felt your back against his chest, his breath caressing your neck. You felt a shiver down your spine. Bucky leaned his head and whispered “You should watch that mouth of you, doll. It can get you on trouble”

“So they told me” you replied, trying to move, but his metal arm was gripping you tight against him.

“Then...We should take care of it”

You smiled and moved your leg, making Bucky to fall on the mat. Quickly, you were on the top of him, holding his wrists with a smirk in your face. “I got you”

Bucky pushed you and you felt your back against the floor, his blue eyes on yours, his locks of hair falling down his sides, caressing your cheeks. He smiled and whispered. “No, I got you”

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

Yesterday I saw Civil War and OMG I’m dead. Seriously. 

[cutenomnoms]

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

Cause of death: Captain America:Civil War.

[betweenfeathersandbooks]

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here”

Request:  Bucky X Reader Bucky wants to get back to a somewhat normal so he decides to get his own apartment. While moving in he meets his neighbor, who lives just across the hall(The reader). The reader is a former SHIELD agent, one of the best, she used to work with Natasha. She is a incredible hacker, and is amazing with tech. Now she lives is hiding. 3 years ago she faked her death to protect her loved ones after an undercover mission went wrong. But they are still coming for her. Bucky is first very distant and not much of a talker, and she doesn't hold that against him. It's not before Steve comes to visit Bucky he meets the reader and they start talking, getting along really well. So Steve decides to introduce Bucky to the reader. And when they find out who the reader are (accidentally) they decide to try and help her. A little bit of fluff, like a passionate kiss or something.

A/N: I tried to do my best. It was a very interesting request and I hope you all like it!

Fluff, Angst, Violence.

He sighed as he left the last damn box on the wooden floor, looking around him. The apartment was not too large and it seemed smaller with all those brown boxes inside, but it was enough for him. The blinds were closed and Bucky blinked several times before he reached the light switch. 

It had been a rough time and he knew it. Since Steve had found him anf the Avengers helped him, Bucky had tried to have a “normal” life. Even though he didn’t know what normal was after being The Winter Soldier for years.

He made his way to the door to close it when a figure caught his eye. It was a girl who stopped as she seen him. The girl waved and said politely.

“Are you the new neighbour?” Bucky swallowed and nodded. “Well, I must warn you that Mrs. Smith is deaf so her TV is always echoing on the whole floor”

She was looking at him with her (E/C) eyes, waiting for an answer, but instead, Bucky closed the door without saying a single word.

Weeks passed and you hadn’t been able to hold a conversation with your new neighbour. You didn’t blame him. Maybe he was trying to hide something and you weren’t going to criticize him, of course.

You had your own secrets.

Your laptop was opened in front of you and you felt your eyes sore and tired. The screen shone and the light was hurting you. You stretched, yawning and went to the kitchen to grab some food as the laptop was doing its job.

You had been one of the best hackers SHIELD had ever had. You worked in undercover missions and you always fulfill your superiors’ expectations. You were made to to that job.

Or that was what you thought.

Your last mission had gone terribly wrong. Your family, your friends, everybody you loved was in danger. They would come to get you or to get them, so you did the only thing you could.

You faked your own death.

New hair, new name, new city. Everything changed for you as you moved from one city to another, trying not to catch people’s eyes so they couldn’t remember you. As a hacker, you were able to erase your footprints and even get into SHIELD’S database to delete everything they were getting about you.

You sat on the chair again and looked at the screen. Nothing new. 

Suddenly, you heard something that you could never have imagined.

It was your neighbour laughing.

You stood up and walked to the door, opening it a little bit. The man was with another one, blonde and strong. Both moved their heads to look at you and you waved your hand towards Bucky, who nodded his head and tried to get into his home.

“Hey, do you know her?”

“No” you replied smiling at looking at the blonde man who had spoken to you.

“I’m Steve” he said shaking your hand. Wow, you thought, that man was really strong. He was crushing your hand. “And this is my friend, James, but you can call him Bucky”

“Nice to meet you, sirs. I’m (Y/N)” you replied looking at both men. Bucky seemed uncomfortable and was pulling Steve’s arm.

“Well, I have to go. I hope we see you again, (Y/N)”

You stood near your door, looking at the two men going inside Bucky’s home.

Your relationship with Steve became stronger as days passed. He was charming and funny. He was always trying to have a good time with you. Even though, you couldn’t say the same thing with Bucky.

Everytime Steve came, he tried to invite his friend to your house to see films or just chat about this and that. Bucky always refused and you two ended going to the cinema or whatever. 

You never held nothing against him and left him. Maybe he needed more time and you weren’t going to push him. If he wanted to talk, he would do it.

You didn’t know that would come in a unexpected way.

Something woke up Bucky.

He was sleeping well for the first time in ages. No nightmares, no problems. Nothing.

What had woken him up then?

He heard it again. 

It was a scream.

Bucky stood up quickly and ran to the hall. Several noises came from your apartment and his blood froze as he saw your door opened. Bucky ran into your aparment and found a man lying on the floor. You were standing up by his side.

“(Y/N)?”

“Bucky?” You said looking at him and shaking your head. “I...I...”

“You’ll explain me later” He took your hand and ran to his apartment, asking you to wait until he had put on his clothes. You looked at his metal arm shining due to the light coming through the window. Bucky came back and you both ran away.

You relationship had improved thanks to Steve. He had decided that you two had to meet each other. He was discreet and didn’t talk too much when you were in his apartment, but eventually you became friends, although your friendship wasn’t as strong as yours with Steve.

“Where are we going?”You asked. But you knew already the answer.

Steve Rogers opened the door to found his best friends and you there, on the hall of his building. As he saw Bucky’s face, he knew something wrong was happening and let you come in.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” You shook your head looking at your hands. “Okay. Listen, (Y/N)...”Steve took a deep breath and continued. “We need to know what’s happening if you want our help”

You raised your head and looked at your friends, sighing. They were the only people you had at that moment. Running your hands through your hair, you began to tell your whole story. Even though they were surprised, you weren’t interrupted.

“Let’s do this...”Steve pinched his nose, thinking. You could almost hear the gears of his brain spinning. “Bucky, take care of her. I’ll go to talk with the Avengers, okay? They’ll help us”

“This is not the first time something like this happens” you replied staring at him. “I’ll run away as always”

“I’ll take care of you, (Y/N)” Bucky’s eyes were looking alarmingly at you. “Nothing will happen to you”

You nodded silently. You trusted Bucky.

Steve took his motocycle to get to the Avengers’ Tower while you two decided to walk to another place. Bucky knew where to hide in one of New York’s neighbourhoods, Hell’s Kitchen. You would be fine until you knew what to do.

The place was wet, full of dirt and not healthy, but you wouldn’t complain. You had stayed in worst places. Bucky sat on the floor and look at you. His blue eyes shoned with the streets’ lights.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. You shouldn’t be involved on this”

“Shhh...don’t say anything” He opened his arms and you hugged him, feeling the cold of his metal one against your clothes. “I couldn’t leave you alone”

“Why?” You stared at him and watched him swallowing. Bucky turned his head and looked at you.

“I think...I like you”

“Oh...” You were surprised. You didn’t know why he felt that. You had never seen something that could be a clue or something that could tell you he felt something for you.

“I would understand if you don’t, but...”You cut his sentence and leaned, pressing your lips against his. Bucky closed his eyes and put his metal hand on your cheek, caressing your skin. It sent shivers through your body. His lips were soft but the kiss became passionate and breath-taking. His teeth bit your bottom lip and your tongue touch his, asking for permission.

When you both separated, you tried to catch your breath. His cheeks were red and you imagined yours were the same colour. His blue eyes were looking at you and his hand grabbed your chin, making you to look at him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here”