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The air in your apartment is thick with something unspoken, something electric. The mission had been long, exhausting, but now you and Bucky were here—alone, finally unwinding.
You’re standing in the kitchen, still in your tactical gear, peeling off the layers of the mission like shedding an old skin. Bucky leans against the counter, watching you with that unreadable expression—the one that makes your stomach twist, heat curling low in your belly.
“Need some help?” he asks, voice rough, low.
You pause, fingers fumbling over the zipper of your vest. His eyes flicker down, watching the movement. Your breath catches.
“Yeah,” you murmur.
He pushes off the counter, closing the distance between you in two slow strides. When he reaches you, he doesn’t touch you right away. Instead, he hovers, his warmth radiating against your skin. His fingers—one flesh, one metal—brush against your waist as he grips the zipper, dragging it down at an agonizing pace.
Your breath hitches.
His knuckles graze your sternum, barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine. His jaw clenches, his lips part just slightly, like he’s holding back. You don’t move. You don’t breathe.
When he finishes, his hands stay at your sides, fingers curled just barely into the fabric of your suit. His eyes meet yours, dark, searching. There’s something in them—something dangerous, something wanting.
“You always let people undress you this easily?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a rough edge to it, like he’s barely keeping himself in check.
You tilt your chin up slightly, your own smirk tugging at your lips. “Only when they take their time.”
A sharp exhale leaves his lips, and before you can say anything else, his hand moves—quick, precise. He tugs the vest from your shoulders, lets it fall to the floor with a dull thud. His fingertips skim over your collarbone, barely touching, just enough to make your skin burn.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
Your pulse pounds in your ears. “I don’t see you stopping me.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. His fingers flex at your waist, like he’s deciding something, like he’s at war with himself. And then—
He leans in.
His lips hover near yours, close enough that you can feel his breath, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. Instead, he lets his metal hand slide up your back, slow and deliberate, pulling you flush against him.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, voice husky.
You don’t answer. Instead, you fist your hands in his shirt and close the space between you, crashing your lips against his.
And just like that, all that tension snaps.
His hands grip you tight, pulling you closer, like he’s afraid to let go. The kiss is hot, messy, desperate—like he’s been waiting for this just as long as you have. His metal hand trails down your spine, sending a delicious shiver through you as he presses you against the counter, trapping you between his body and the cool marble.
You gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, taking, claiming.
“Fuck,” he groans against your mouth. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your hips, gripping, holding. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You smirk against his lips, breathless, already craving more. “Then show me.”
And he does.
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Summary: The reader who is normally the sunshine one of the bunch, has a grumpy day.
Bucky Barnes Masterlist
An over exaggerated groan echoed off the gym walls. Letting out an angered huff, you tossed your head back squeezing your eyes shut as best as you could. Sweat rolled down your back, as the upbeat music playing through the loud speakers bounced around in your head.
Letting out a long sigh, you decided to plop down on the ground in attempt to self sooth. The soft sound of someone approaching, could faintly be heard.
"You okay, babe?"
Natasha. Of course, your best friend would know something was off kilter with you, the second she set foot in the gym. Picking at the skin around your finger nails, you were silently seething. Without looking up, you responded.
"Fine." Your voice harsh, causing her to flinch.
"Are you-"
Letting out a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes with a slight huff, bringing your knees to your chest.
"Yes." You cut her off bluntly. "I'm sure."
As you continued staring into the void, you missed the flash of concern pass along Natasha's features. With a frown, she joined you on the ground. Knowing her, you knew there would be follow up probing.
"No, Nat." You sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."
Since the moment you woke up, things hadn't gone your way. Your apartment complex had no hot water, the first shirt you had on, you had somehow smeared jam on it. On your commute to the compound you had stepped in gum, slightly smacked your head on the subway door. Above all you had gotten cursed out by many of the subway riders for various reasons.
"I didn't say anything." She spoke softly.
Turning your gaze to her, you gave her a knowing look. "You don't have to." You raised an eyebrow. "I know you."
Her features softened at the thought of the close friendship you had forged.
Rolling your eyes, you got up and stomped your way out of the gym, deciding to try and find something to snack on, so you ventured toward the kitchen. Which happened to be a mistake.
"Well, there she is!" Sam's voice sing-songed through the kitchen. "Where have you been Sunshine!"
Letting out a quiet growl, you didn't bother acknowledging the new Captain America. Rather, you made a beeline for the stocked pantry. While doing so, you missed the look of concern shared between Sam and Bucky.
"Sunshine?" Bucky's gentle voice called.
You hummed in response not bothering to turn around. Feeling anger radiating off of you.
Bucky and Sam exchanged another concerned gaze.
Sitting up straighter, bucky quietly cleared his throat. "Sweetheart?"
Letting your shoulders sag, you dropped your head down, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Yes, James?"
Both Sam and Bucky flinched at your tone and odd behavior.
"Y/N-" Sam began.
Immediately, you huffed, snapping your head up, turning quick on your heels to face both men, crossing your arms along your chest, allowing your face to harden.
Both men swallowed hard, while their expressions were one of surprise, taken back at how you were reacting to them.
"Yes, Samuel?" You huffed. "What is it?"
Sam hesitated from where he sat at the kitchen table, gulping he widened his eyes, quickly glancing back at Bucky then back to you.
"Um-" He trailed off. "N-Nothing, sorry."
Growling, you upper lip turned into snarl. Rolling your eyes, you marched to the door, but before leaving you, turned one last time towards the guys.
"If either of you need me," You began. "Don't."
Once you exited the kitchen, you stomped and huffed your way to Bucky's bedroom. The slam from the door could be heard down the hall causing both men to startle and jump slightly from the sound.
"Dude." Sam started. "What is wrong with Sunshine?" He stared expectantly at Bucky.
Bucky returned the stare, with confusion etched on his features. "I don't know man."
"Well, don't just sit there!" Sam waved about. "Go to your girl!"
Immediately after the words had left Sam's mouth, Bucky was on his feet, out the door and racing towards your bedroom. As soon as he was outside the door, he stopped. His heart racing, as scenarios of everything that could be wrong course through his mind. Nervously, he wiped his palms on his jeans with a gulp. Calming himself down, he knocked on the door, softly calling out. "Sweetheart?"
No response.
Taking the silence as approval to enter, he did. Opening the door, he was met with the sight of a lump of blankets on his bed. Quietly, he opened the door, and slipped inside. Toeing off his shoes, he quickly made his way towards the bed. He lifted the edge of the blanket before slipping underneath.
He was greeted with a defeated set of eyes. Bucky let out a soft hum, before gently winding his arm around your waist, and snaking the other under your head. Tugging you close, to him, you burried your face in his chest. Your hands curling around his shirt, holding onto the soldier for dear life.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of your comfort show playing in the background. Bucky felt his shirt growing damp. Without a word, the arm under your head curled in a way that allowed him to gently pet your hair. As time passed, both of your eyes began growing heavy.
Before you knew it, you awoke without the knowledge of knowing you had fallen asleep. Pulling away from Bucky's chest, you gazed up at him. He was already awake staring at the wall. Sensing your attention on him, he shifted his eyes to gaze into yours.
"Bucky..." Your hoarse voice sounded quietly.
Bucky let out a gentle hum. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he gently rubbed his against yours. "I know baby girl, I know."
Letting out a content sigh, you nodded with a soft smile, returning to your previous place in his chest.
As some time past, Bucky broke the silence. "I'm grumpy about stuff, but I don't want you to be sunshine."
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Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
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