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Saphires and Serpents

- Part 3

With the third bartender out until her wrist heals, Y/N finds herself working every night. She sees no problem, what else could she spend her time doing? She had no one, no ties to this town, and very little to do outside of hitting the gym and the shooting range, both of which she attends at odd hours in order to limit interactions, or notice, from others.

In no time she’s easily keeping up with Nat. They make quite the team. The regulars become friends, outside of Bucky, who Y/N avoids like the plague since his ambush at her car. Nat was obviously curious the first time Y/N plead for her to take him but now she expects it. Y/N doesn’t want to help Bucky. Bucky will spend his evening watching her anyways with a fierce intensity. Nat plays buffer, Steve acts like nothing is weird. It all repeats the next night.

Bucky appears, practically out of thin air, next to a young woman Y/N is already helping. “One espresso martini coming right up,” she turns toward him, “a bartender will be with you shortly.” His nostrils flare, obviously growing tired of playing games.

“Y/N,” He starts.

“Someone will be by to grab your order soon. Thank you for your patience,” She throws over one shoulder, already trying to get as far from him as possible.

Nat doesn’t even give her a chance to speak, “On it.”

Y/N grabs the three pitchers and starts filling them for group of frat boys in the corner. They were going through the beer like it was water. “I’ve got another round.” She disperses them across the table. “Can I get you anything else for now?”

The young man on the end gave her a look over, “What’s it take to get a piece of that ass?” A round of hollers and laughs followed.

“Funny. If that’s all, I will be going. Give me a holler when the pitchers run out.” She turns and before she can make her quick escape, an arm is around her waist and pulling her into his lap. He’s copping a feel and trapping her between his body and the table as he leans in, lips landing on hers.

Y/N shoves hard but his body’s being yanked out from under her. She barely catches herself before hitting the ground. She looks up and finds Bucky, holding him by the collar. Her mind flashes to the bruised knuckes she noticed the first time she met him and scrambles to her feet. He wouldnt take this from her. She shoves Bucky back. His shock is palpable and he drops the man when he turns toward her. She throws a right hook at the fucker who had her in his lap. The crunch of his nose is satisfying.

He stumbles back and into another table of patrons. Glass breaks and the entire bars looking at them. Y/N is breathing raggedly, Bucky is still staring slack jawed, and Barton’s already picking the boy up off the floor.

“Out,” He’s ordering at the rest of the frat boys, “Now.”

“Fuck,” She mutters quietly looking at her shirt, now drenched with beer. Is that blood on her knuckes?

“Fucking bitch!” The frat boy throws over his shoulder as Clint drags him toward the exit.

Bucky makes a step toward him but stops when Y/N puts a hand on his shoulder. His very, very muscular shoulder.

He looks her over, “Are you okay, doll?” She just nods. He glances down, lingering at the shirt clinging to her skin, before grabbing her hand. He uses his own tshirt to wipe the blood from her knuckles, “It’s not yours. Nice form, you a bar brawler?”

“In a past life,” she mutters quietly. He chuckles.

“Let’s get you changed,” he wraps a protective arm around her and leads her to the backroom.

After rifling through a few drawers behind Sam’s desk, he hands her a fresh tshirt and turns around.

She raises an eyebrow, “You’re not going to leave?”

“I’m not looking, and you seem rattled,” He says to the door.

She strips, but keeps her eyes on his back.

“Thank you,” she speaks up after pulling the new shirt over her head. There was no helping the sopping bra so she left it off, hiding the lacy little thing behind her back.

He turns around, “I didn’t do anything, you’re the one that put him on the floor.”

They sit in silence for a long minute before she acknowledges this is the first time she’s let herself be this close to Bucky in weeks. And they were alone. An odd tension filled the space.

Bucky steps closer, brushing a few wet strands off her forehead, “Are you sure that you’re okay? Sam would understand if you wanted to take off.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t need to leave. Think Sam would mind drinking on the job? I want to burn any trace of that off me.”

He smirks before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a bottle of something clear and holding it out to her. No label. Homemade? Moonshine maybe?

She takes two long swigs, straight from the bottle, savoring the burn. Definitely moonshine. The potent liquer has to have killed any germs left by that creep. She passes it back to Bucky, now grinning, “You want a chaser for that?”

She shakes her head, “Not this time.” She follows him out the door and finds Sam, leaning against the wall with one eye brow raised. Bucky just shakes his head and Y/N takes the answering laugh as permission to get back to her position. The rest of the evening was uneventful. Bucky’s eyes didnt leave her once.

She finds herself driving to the gym rather than home after her shift, the adrenaline still running its course.

After warming up on the treadmill, she moved on to the punch bag running a couple sets.

Jab. Cross. Hook. Kick.

Jab. Cross. Kick. Kick. Hook.

The sweat building up on her forehead makes the smell of beer in her hair more prominent. It takes her back. She’s in her old apartment, cowering next to where the glass bottle of beer just shattered a few inches from her head. The half full bottle had sprayed onto her when it met the tiled wall. He came closer.

Jab. Cross. Jab. Cross.

His face was in hers, the cheap beer he’d only just started on his breath.

Kick. Cross. Jab. Hook.

He’s spitting on her while he screams. She’s as good as paralyzed while she hunches over, muttering apologies.

Hook. Jab. Cross. Kick. Kick.

He shoves her and the glass shards she lands on top of puncture skin. She doesn’t move, only continues muttering anything she can think of. Anything that might de-escalate the situation.

She exhausts every combination she can think of before just wailing into the bag without any rhyme or reason.

She throws all her weight into another hook but slips and lands on the floor. Her breaths come quick and fast. She can’t discern what’s from pushing herself and what’s from panic.

Y/N’s panic echos off the walls of the large room and she finds herself grateful to be alone. It takes longer than she would like to admit to pick herself up and breath even once again.

Jab. Cross. Jab. Hook. Kick. Kick. Kick.

“You don’t think that bags been through enough?”

She jumps, turning to find Bucky leaning against the doorway, white tshirt stretched around his arms. The smear of blood from her knuckles is smeared across the bottom. He’s wearing sweats instead of his usual jeans or even occasional slacks.

“I think,” she heaves another breath, “it’s a punching bag, and therefore, it is here for me to punch.”

Half his mouth quirks up, “Let’s work through this in the ring.”

Her gloved hands drop to her side as she looks from him to the boxing ring. “You don’t think that’s unfair? I’ve been at this for hours. Not to mention, you seem to have an advantage in size.”

He chuckles, “I just ran three miles on the treadmill, and it looks like that spark in you is far from dying. I was just offering a challenge. Poor, defensless bag doesn’t stand a chance against you.” It’s only now she notices the way his tshirt clings to his body with sweat.

He thinks this is funny. Her jaw ticks. She picks up a pair of gloves and tosses them at his head. He catches them midair.

Y/N removes her own sweat drenched tshirt, leaving herself in only a sports bra, shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow before removing his own shirt, as if challenged. Have mercy.

“Go easy on me, would ya?” He quips as he climbs in.

And so she does. Working through basic combinations at a comfortable pace.

He blocks and parries easily. After about one minute of the same story, she’s pissed off. She moves faster, hits harder, and throws more complex combinations landing more and more blows. Eventually, he picks up and they fall into a complex dance. She brings her leg up and lands a blow square on his chest, knocking him back. Y/N uses the stumble to land a hook and then an uppercut. She finally kicks a leg out and sweeps his feet out from under him. She’s on top of him, forearm to his throat, before he knows what’s happening. They’re both breathing heavy and her thighs stick to his sweaty torso.

“Nice job, doll,” he grins, really grins up at her.

They hold their position, only the sound of panting and the heavy heart beats thrumming in their ears.

When she doesn’t move, Bucky thrusts his hips, throws his weight, and pins her below him. He is especially beautiful with sweat glistening on his forehead. She makes no move to stop him as he leans in. In fact, she finds herself greedily meeting his lips in the middle and putting the last of her spark into the kiss.

Kiss? Was that the right word? It felt too delicate for the force and need they were both putting into the motion. The selfish need and desire. It was much too greedy on both ends. Hands were clawing at sweat slicked skin. Mouths were sucking and biting at whatever they could get. Whole bodies were pressing and pulling.

It’s not until she finds herself reaching for more that she realizes what she’s doing. She pulls back, currently on top of him and scurries away, “I, I, I have to go.” She grabs her abandoned tshirt and gym bag and is out the door before he can collect his thoughts. There’s only a bike next to the door of the otherwise empty parking lot. She shakes her head and makes a bolt for her car.

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Do you plan on continuing Saphires and Serpents? It’s so good I’m dying for another part!

Yes, writing has just been out on the back burner because of life but I’m hoping to get part 3 out very soon (tonight possibly) and hopefully be more consistent moving forward!!

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Saphires and Serpents- Part Two

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N wakes up after a blissful nine hours. With no work today, she has no choice but to find other ways to be productive. She chews her lip, “Maybe its time for some more furniture.”

The morning was cold so she throws a hoodie over the gray tank top. She went with the jeans with no rips and that left only the lingering bruises on her face to cover.

“That bastard,” she curses, packing another layer of concealer onto her temple.

That car, almost SUV, limited your options. She sighs, accepting a futon she would have to assemble later over an actual couch. She snags a simple trash can without really paying attention to the options. It was a trash can, who the hell cares what it looks like? Not to mention she would be the only one to ever see it. A pair of stools catch her eye. If she set them up against the bar it wouldn’t matter if she did that have a table. She puts the boxes in her cart and moves on to smaller things. Towels. Laundry detergent. Soap. A new bottle of concealer.

An hour later and she’s finally out and playing tetris trying to get it all to fit in the backseat. With a final shove, she slams the door before the futon box can pop back out.

She has everything before her on the floor, ready to be assembled, when her phone rings. Sam.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, darling, any chance you’re free tonight? One of our other girls broke her wrist and is in the hospital so we’re down one at the bar.” She could hear the concern in his voice.

She drops the screwdriver, “Sure thing, Sammy.”

He lets out a chuckle, “You better be glad I like you. I’ll let that one slide. How soon can you be here?”

“Give me ten minutes. I just gotta change my shirt.” She snags the tshirt off the dresser and changes on her way down the stairs, tossing the tank and hoodie on the counter. She locks the door behind her and hops into the old car. Atleast the radio works.

The bar is already in full swing and much busier than the night before. Y/N eases behind Nat and starts taking orders from the people standing around impatiently trying to get a drink.

The rush lasts an hour before finally hitting a break. Y/N is clearing glasses and wiping down the bar when Sam approaches.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re a life saver. Tonight we’ve got most of the club in,” he walks off without an explanation.

You turn to Natasha, “Club?”

She glances around, “It’s a more discreet way of refering to the group that runs the town. Think small town mafia, but with ties around the country. Very powerful, very wealthy, and very hot. If you like bikes, tattoos, and over all sexiness that is.” She laughs, “Most the town has some sort of tie to them. They’ve bought into a lot of business. They call themselves the Serpent’s Sons.”

Her brain is working faster than she has time to process, “Serpent’s Den..” she starts.

Nat nods, “Yeah, Sammy is pretty high up to begin with but also got the club to buy in. It offers a lot of protection. People don’t mess with the club. If they do, let’s just say it doesn’t end up well for them.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Red lights were going off in her head. She needs out. She runsonly to land right in the serpents den. Literally.

The two men from the night before return, going for the same seats. Bucky and Steve, you remind yourself.

This time, the tattoos and powerful aura are blaring alarms. She knows they have to be part of the club.

“What’ll it be today?” She tries to sound friendly but comes off as more of a deer in the headlights.

Steve looks at Bucky, waiting for him to answer. He just stares at her, obviously trying to figure something out. His eyes trail over her but stop when they hit her arms. He’s staring. She looks down and realizes she royally fucked up. The lighting did some to hide it but it was clear she has bruises up and down her arms. His gaze snaps to her face, looking closer this time. He scans slowly before stopping at her cheekbone. The left one that she knew made her face lopsided if you looked closely. The concealer hid almost all the bruising but makeup couldn’t cover swelling.

“Who did that?” It’s almost a growl when it comes out.

“What?” She swallow hard.

He’s clearly not amused, “I’m not playing games. Who did that?”

His entitlement to know her secrets only pissed her off. “Unless you’re going to tell me what you want to drink, I have a job to do.” She bites it out and shock is written all over his face, clearly he’s used to getting his way with little to no resistance.

Steve clears his throat, “Two beers. Don’t care what kind.” When she turns around she hears him mutter to Bucky, “What the hell was that?”

Y/N drops the beers in front of them without a word and can’t get to another customer fast enough. The second she has a chance, she runs to her car and throws on one of the hoodie from the backseat.

Bucky and Steve don’t move. You let Nat take care of them for the rest of their time. When they do get up, they go to sams office instead of leaving. After last call has passed and the last of the patrons trickle out, Sam steps out of his office, calling her away from the table she was cleaning off.

“Take off the hoodie,” He sounds stern but something about his expression telss her he wasn’t ready for what was underneath. She does as she’s told. The lights were completely on and no longer dimmed, or casting their own green hue, so the place could be properly cleaned. In the lighting, the bruises were visible and the finger prints at the top of her arm were clear. “Who did this?” He’s still staring at the bruises and is clearly pissed.

She tries to think of the best way to answer. She doesy trust anyone enough to be completely up front. “No one you need to worry about. I’ve taken care of it and it won’t happen again. I promise it won’t affect my work, I’ll be better about covering them.”

“I’m not worried about you doing your job. I’m worried that you aren’t safe.” He’s staring her down.

That’s not where she thought this conversation was going. She thought for sure dhe would be fired for presenting yourself like this at work. She nods, “It’s been handled.”

He stares a moment longer, “Okay, but you better come to me if it becomes an issue. You’re with the serpents now and we take care of our own. If your problems ever do show up here, I expect you to go to Clint immediately.”

She nods and that’s when she notices Bucky and Steve standing in the corner behind him.

She quickly turns and finishs with her closing tasks. The busy night left quite a mess to clean up.

When she finally gets out the back door, she notices a figure leaned against the old car. Her hand finds the handle of the glock in the waistband and discreetly pulls it out. She brings it up, covering it in her hand with the hoodie. As she creeps closer, the man pushes off her car and comes toward her. She puts a round in the camber but before pulling the trigger, the figure steps into the light. Bucky. She doesn’t lower the gun.

“What do you want?” She plants her feet, maintaining what distance she has.

“A name.” He’s serious. Why was this stranger so hell bent on finding out who left their mark on her?

She lowers the gun and then walks past him, “Sorry to disappoint.”

He puts his hand on the door, holding it shut before she can open it. “Y/N.”

“Bucky.” He seems a little off put that she knows his name. With him this close she takes in the scent of his cologne and looks over the tattoos peaking out from where he pushed up the sleeves of his button up.

Nat was right. She shakes that thought.

“I need to go home,” She pleads with him.

“Please. Give me a name,” His eyes harden as he takes in the swelling and bruises up close.

“I already told Sam. I handled it,” He sighs but backs away from the car. “You will tell me. Sooner or later.”

She gets in, “Don’t count on it big guy.” Y/N pulls out, leaving him standing in the parking lot.

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Sapphires and Serpents - Part One

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The phone shatters and pieces break off, sliding across the pavement. She grabs the bigger pieces and tosses them into the dumpster. It’s too dark to see but it clangs when it hits the bottom. 

She takes one last glance around. Still no one in sight. Yet. Pulling the hood further over her face, she creeps around the rundown bar. The beater car is right where she left it. It’s far from nice, and even further from new, but it was the first vehicle she came across that checked all her boxes. Indiscreet. Local. Purchased with one wad of cash, not enough anyone noticed when it went missing 6 months ago. The cash in her bag on the other hand? It would be hard not to miss. She only prayed no one would bother looking until it’s too late.

The engine struggles for a minute before finally spittering to life. The headlights stay off until the highway is under the tires. No turning back now.

A long twelve hours later, only stopping for gas, food, and bathroom breaks, she is pulling into a motel. The middle of the night getaway was starting to catch up but good progess was much harder to make when she was driving so catiously. If she popped up in the system, even for just a speeding ticket, and she would have no choice but to change directions and be back in square one. She’s fast asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

As soon as she awoke, she was preparing to hit the road again. Besides a single stop to refill the tank, she kept driving until arrival. Gapelgate, a small suburban town outside a much larger city, is even smaller in person. She finds her new home with ease. It looks exactly like the pictures the real estate agent sent, down to the crooked shutters on second floor windows. The place is perfect. It’s small but open. The entire first floor consists of the kitchen and an empty space big enough to fit a loveseat or a dining room table but not both. The place feels like home instantly. Everything is dated but with some work it will suit her needs. Upstairs is one bedroom with an attached closet and bathroom. The duffel bags she stashed in the car over the previous months won’t come close to filling the racks or dresser. She didn’t exactly prioritize her wardrobe when packing. Nice things were one of the few perks from the life she left.

The house has the bare minimum of furnishing. She drops the last bag on the mattress before changing to go into town.

First stop was the hardware store. Every lock in the house needs to be changed, doors and windows,  and an alarm system set up. The microwave dinner is an anticlimactic reward first the days work. She sighs at the carboard box and starts making a mental grocery list for real, satisfying food.

The house is much closer to being a home by the end of the night. After triple checking the deadbolts on the front, back, and bedroom door she finally begins to get ready for a well deserved night of rest. She removes the Glock from the back of her waistband, tucking it between the mattress and the might stand, and set off to brush her teeth. 

The cheap quilt feels like a luxury when compared to the itchy one from the previous night at the motel.

She finds herself up before the sun is, putting what little wardrobe she has towards looking as professional as possible. A heavy concealer covers the bruises that litter the exposed skin. Not much could be done to cover the swelling. Y/N secured the position a week ago but today they wanted her to come in and meet the staff.

The counters are littered with glasses that still hadn’t been cleaned since they closed a few hours ago. 

She scopes the place out as she approaches the bar. 

“Y/N?” The red head behind the counter calls as she picks up a couple of the glasses and places them in the bin next to her.

She offers her friendliest smile, “That’s me.”

“I’m Nat,” She moves the bin to the sink, “Come take a seat, the other closers will be back in a few. They’re just stocking the new shipment.”

The leather barstool doesn’t offer much comfort and leaves Y/N feeling exposed. 

Nat comes back and leans against the counter across from her, “Welcome to the Serpent’s Den!” She tosses a shirt across the bar. It’s fitted and black with snakes behind ‘Serpent’s Den.’

The door to the kitchen swings open and a man struts through, “Fresh meat here?”

“This is Barton, don’t worry. He’s harmless,” Nat swats his arm once he’s close enough. “He’s the head of security and will be bouncing most nights.” She points to the woman that walked in behind him, “That’s Wanda, she’s one of the waitresses. Sam is around here somewhere, he owns the place. You and I will be bartending together, there’s a few more bouncers and waiters that you’ll see around but we are the main crew and the ones you’ll see the most of.”

She tries to get a feel for everyone. Nat was friendly but something about her said she wasn’t to be messed with. Despite the muscle and security uniform, Barton seems gentle, somehow. Fatherly. Wanda was sweet and seems like the kind of person Y/N would be friends with. Sam never comes close. He watches from the outskirts with a cold and calculating gaze. Obviously he’s involved with something. For a brief moment she wonders if she made a mistake. Did she run from her old life just to get roped up in the same shit here? 

Her eyes meet Sam’s. She holds it for a moment longer before he turns and disappears into the back. 

Y/N stays at the bar getting comfortable with the team and learning where everything is for another two hours. Wanda places the last glass in the cupboard, “See you at 5? It’ll be a slow night so you’ll have plenty of time to pick up on everything.”

“See you tonight,” She’s feeling better about the job as the day goes on. Bartending is something she’s comfortable with. Good at, even. She was also happy to be making primarily tips, cash was much harder to trace. By now, someone would be looking for her. She smiles to herself, wondering how the search is going. After all, she was usually the one that did the finding.

The Serpent’s Den looks much different during operation. The lighting was dim with green LEDs under the bar and a neon sign. The air was smokey, and the clientle brought a range of energy.

She scopes the space out of habit, noting all the entrances, exits, and patrons.

Nat's already behind the bar when she joins her.

It takes about two hours for Y/N to pick up on where everything is. Things run smoothly with nothing notable until 11:43. That’s when two men take the corner seats at the bar. She takes a good look at them before approaching. They’re both very well built and clearly handsome, even in the dim lighting. The first has styled blond hair and a full beard. The second has some scruff along his jaw and dark hair tucked behind his ears. Both men wear very stern expressions and are obviously discussing about something serious.

“What can I get you to drink?” She offers up her friendliest smile. Up close she notices the first man's split lip and the drop of blood on the second’s white button up. Even more than that, the slight bulge of something tucked in the front of the first’s waistband, underneath the button down. A gun, no doubt, but it was a conservative community. Regardless, she made note of it.

The first flashes a grin back, “Jack and coke.”

The second man studies her. She feels exposed and vulnerable under his calculated gaze. “Bourbon. Neat. Top shelf. Make it a double, would ya?”

Her smile falters but she tries to keep it friendly, “Coming right up.” 

They don’t look up when she sets them on the counter, instead continuing the quiet conversation. She does note the split and bruised knuckles of the first when he reaches for the glass, still focused on the man in front of him.

Y/N gets caught up with a bachelorette party and they’re gone when she glances back. On the bar where they sat are two empty glasses and a hundred dollar bill. Hours later at closing, the second man’s deep voice and crystal blue eyes are still lingering in her mind. Shes finishes wiping down the counter, the last thing to do before leaving for the night, when the two men from earlier walk out of the office with Sam in tow. This time they all have wide grins as they laugh about whatever was said behind the closed door. The man with shoulder length dark hair meets her eyes. His smile stays as he looks her over, this time without the smoke and dim lighting to hide begind. Goosebumps spread across her skin and she wishes she had a jacket over the fitted shirt and ripped jeans. His smile has faded but still ghosts over his lips when he says something to Sam. Too far to hear, she shakes it off and gives one last swipe with the rag in her hands.

Sam enters the break room behind her.

“Seems you made an impression on Bucky,” He has a lopsided grin, adding a teasing air to his daunting aura.

She pulls her purse from the cubby it’s tucked in. “Bucky?”

Sam flicks the lights off as you both head for the back door, “Friend of mine. He was in your section earlier with Steve. Great hair and pretty eyes? Ringing any bells?” 

You roll your eyes, “I don’t know, you’ve got a beautiful clientele.” 

Sam reminds her of her older brother. The same teasing but protective and dangerous edge. The thought sends a pang through her chest. That bridge is most definitely burned. She should consider herself a siblingless orphan going forward.

He lets out a laugh, “Don’t let him hear he wasn’t the prettiest. That huge ego of his may take a hit.” He climbs into the SUV in the back corner but rolls the window down, “Goodnight, Y/N. Drive safe.”

He’s pulled out by the time she has the old car unlocked. She would need to get rid of it soon and find something more reliable but the piece of shit would be fine for another week or so. As she pulls out and onto main street she notices a black truck still parked up front. The headlights turn on when she’s a block down. Strange. There’s no way they found her already, right? Just in case, she takes a couple extra turns around town before going home.

The tiny house is dark and cold. She locks the deadbolt behind her and resets the alarm. There’s nothing suspicious but she’s far from stupid. Those that assume end up dead. She draws the small handgun from her waistband and clears the downstairs and then her bedroom and bathroom upstairs. No one is in the house. She runs over the house again, this time checking that every window and door is locked. 

Still no furniture downstairs, she eats the microwave mac and cheese sitting criss cross on the floor where she plans to put a couch. Thanks to the plastic fork, there are no dishes to be done after. She tosses the bowl it came in and the fork in the cardboard box the microwave came in. She would need to buy a garbage can. Just another thing to add to the list. 

She locks the deadbolt installed on the bedroom door. After a hot shower it’s pushing four in the morning. The bruises that litter her body, peaking out from the towel, catch her eye in mirror. Some were faded but the more recent were reaching their peak of darkness. She sheds the towel and dawns a large tshirt. After securing the black out curtains it’s finally time to climb into bed.

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Sapphires and Serpents -Teaser

Bucky Barnes x Reader Au

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, a wealthy man managed to stay under the radar and out of the public eye. The world saw what he wanted them to see, and Y/N was no exception. He didnt consider it deceitful. He was only giving himself advantages. After all, he had dangerous secrets that needed to stay hidden.

Y/N needed an escape. The small town of Gapelgate was the solution. Running from her past and the people in it, she needed somewhere to start a new life. A life away from danger. Her only problem, she attracted danger like saphires attract the eye.

When Bucky took note of a stranger in the small town, he found a challenge in her. All his life, he controlled everything and everyone around him. Y/N was unpredictable and uncontrollable, and to make the challenge more interesting, she wanted nothing to do with him. She provided a chase that couldn’t be found in his typical life. Y/N couldn’t be swayed with elaborate places and fancy cars. She wasn’t scared when she was told to be. Her decision couldn’t be swayed and seemed to made for the hell of it. And James was all the more lured to her because of it.

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Angel - Bucky X Reader

Between the dark sky and the gravel beneath your worn out shoes, running for safety wasn’t exactly easy.

You take the next right, the gravel sliding with your feet as you try not to lose any speed. Dead end. Shit. The foot steps behind you get louder.

“Looks like you’re out of luck, princess.”

How do you always find yourself in these situations? You’re an heiress for hell’s sake. You shouldn’t be in dark alleys in the sketchy part of town in the middle of the night.

Lucy would never be in this situation. She would have listened to mom. She would have put on the pink gown, no matter how hideous, and then stayed at mom’s side the entire gala. She definitely wouldn’t have brought a change of clothes and snuck out ten minutes in.

By the way tonight is going it doesn’t matter. You’re going to end up the same as her no matter how different you lived your life. Six feet under.

Think Y/N

You pick up a rock from next to the dumpster.

“Stay away from me.”

He smiles but the scar through his face makes it lopsided. “Or what? You’ll get me with that rock?” He draws a gun from his waistband.

You didn’t understand what the big deal was. So what you ended up in the wrong room at the bar? You could tell they weren’t up to any good but you couldn’t tell what exactly they were up to.

You throw the rock and he fires. It pierces your shoulder. You can feel it but it’s not how you imagined. The adrenaline must really be pumping.

The already dirty white tshirt quickly stains red.

A second set of steps creeps behind the attacker. And then a third.

You are officially, royally screwed. “Stay back!” You take a couple steps away from them, your eyes bouncing between the men. Cold, rough brick meets your back.

The edges of your vision become blurry as the warm, thick blood continues to spread down your body.

The first man is only a matter of feet away now, he grabs the front of your shirt. Clawing at his grip does nothing. No surprise, you can hardly feel your right arm, let alone use it.

His arm pulls back and then strikes you in the face. At this rate, you’ll be with Lucille in no time

“I’m sorry mom,” your voice sounds pathetic but you can only imagine how she’ll react in a couple hours. When the officers come knocking on the front door, she’ll have flashbacks to the night they found Lucy. She’ll have to go to another daughter’s funeral. Face all the grief again, but this time completely alone. You should have listened. You ahould have been the perfect daughter she wanted and then lost with Lucy. You were here second chance and didn’t measure up.

Suddenly your feet find the ground and the rest of your body soon after. You can barely get your eyes open but the scene in front of you is too much to let them close again. The man that was holding you up only a moment ago was on the ground with a very large man on top of him delivering blows. He goes limp and the newest addition stands up. Behind him the two other men lay unconscious. Or dead? You aren’t sure.

The stranger is now looking directly at you. He could be an angel. Or you could be delirious. Either way, he was fine.

He comes closer and you’re met with the most brilliant blue eyes.

“Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. Do you know your name?”

“Are you an angel?”

The pretty stranger draws his eyebrows together, “What?”

His shoulder length brown hair looks so soft. “Am I dead?”

He cracks a hint of a smile, “No, but we do need to get you to a hospital as soon as possible.”

He hoists you into his arms. His very, very large arms. As you come down from the adrenaline high, you are suddenly very aware of the gaping hole in your shoulder.

You wake up in a bright white room. You can hear the machine checking your vitals.

“Y/N?” The chair scrapes the floor as your mom jumps from her chair, “baby?”

She’s pulling you into the tightest hug of your life as tears pool in her eyes.

“Mom, I’m okay,” You try pulling away and are suddenly very aware of your shoulder.

“You scared the hell out of me!” She’s yellong now. Great. “What were you doing! Why did you leave?”

The nights events come flooding back in, “Wait! Where is he?”

She takes a breath, “Who?”

“The man who saved me! Where is he? I have to thank him.” You slide off the side of the bed, pulling the tube stuck to you along.

“Y/N! Sit down! What are you talking about?” Your mom tries to force you back onto the bed. “No one saved you. The nurses found you collapsed in the lobby.”

“He, he left?” It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

A few hours later you were deemed stable enough to get ready to leave.

While changing you can’t help but stare at your reflection. Your blonde hair is still clumped with blood and you can already tell you’ll have a nasty scar once the bullet wound heals up. Bullet wound. You were shot. Wth.

You shake it off and change into the clean clothes your mom handed you. The dirty, worn out and bloody ones from last night were in the trash.

For a few months you did as you were told. You were given a second chance at life and tried to be the perfect daughter you weren’t before.

It was only a matter of time before you started looking for your hero, or angel as you referred to him. You didn’t have much to go on. Beautiful blue eyes. Scruff. Long, brown hair. Toned build. The lack of information didn’t stop you. You looked for years, even going as far as hiring a private investigator, or two. Okay, maybe five.

It got you no where. The only place you could find him was your dreams. After the first few years you started to think you might have only imagined him. It was hard to move on when you could remember exactly how he smelt and how it felt to be cradled in his arms. And how were you supposed to forget a hunk that swooped in and saved the day? That was a prince charming level story.

You phone vibrates and you glance down from the vanity. The car had arrived. One more quick glance at yourself to make sure everythings in order. You’re taken aback by how much you look like Lucy. It made sense. She was always put together like this and you’re now as old as she was. You shake your head and grab your clutch.

The car ride was quiet but it gives you a chance to prepare for the night ahead. Your mother isgoing to be the talk of the evening, she recently received another award for her developments in the medical field.

You took a different path in life. Instead of medical developments, you made advances in the technological field. You were considered on the same level as Tony Stark, however, you worked under an alias. You got the profit without the recognition.

Your mother, and only company for the evening, had been swept into another crowd of profound doctors so you took it as a que to step back and get yourself at the drink.

As you wait for the bartender to return with your cocktail, someone takes the seat next to you.

You spare him a glance, “Angel?”

He smirks, “Listen, doll, I appreciate the creativity but I’m not looking to be picked up tonight.”

“No, thats not-what?” You’re stumbling over your words. “You-you saved me.” You slip the satin dress down, revealinf the nasty scar on your shoulder.

“Alley girl?” Recognition spreads across his face.

You give a short laugh, “You get angel and I get alley girl. That seems unfair.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to see you here. I wouldn’t have guessed this to be your scene based on our last encounter.”

You give a small eye roll, “Getting shor in shady alleys are more of a weekend thing for me. What are you doing here?”

“I’m, uh, here supporting a friend.” He glances to a cluster if men and you notice Tony Stark. What are the odds?

“You have no idea how hard you are to find.” You can’t help but smile. So many years of looking and you accidentally find him at the bar of a dinner party for millionaires.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” That smirk turned you into putty. What was it about this man? He sure seemed like an angel. Your very own prince charming.

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Let Me Help You  Y/N x Bucky Barnes

TW: angst, suicidal thoughts/attempts, PTSD, Violence, gore

Summary: The violence and trauma from missions follows Y/N, resulting nightmares and panic attacks

Your heart drops in your chest. The falling feeling takes a moment to fade. The sheets have sopped up most the sweat but your body still feel sticky.

You can’t hear anything over the pounding in your chest. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The boom of a gun firing goes off. In and out.

You feel the familiar ringing in your ears. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Bodies on the ground. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Bodies covered in blood. Breathe in. Breather out.

Their blood. In. Out.

Your blood, too. In and out.

The ragged breathing keeps up. It isn’t slowing or smoothing.

The warmth on your face and the shove on your body as an suv ignites. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Hands on your throat. In. Out.

Gasping for air. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The bright fluorescents fading with every other sense. In. Out.

The snapping of a neck. In. Out.

Your hands around the corresponding throat. In. Out.

Pounding footsteps. In. Out.

The barrel of a gun inches from your face. In. Out.

The soft tissue giving way to the blade in your hand. In out.

The warm liquid pooling around your knuckles as you dig deeper. In. Out.

You jump out of bed. The exercise ineffective and your breathing still rushed and uneven as flashes from dozens of missions haunt your mind.

You can’t name the emotions as fast as they hit you. Fear. Helplessness. Guilt. Pain.

You slip into the shoes by your door and creep out of the room.

At the ripe time of two in the morning, all training facilities are empty.

You curl your fingers around the first grip you encounter and slide a magazine into place. The targets are already set up at fifty yards.

It only take you a moment to empty the first clip. A second goes by just a fast. And a third. You reach for the fourth and move to a new target, the gaping hole in front of you no longer useful.

You fire three times before the gun starts feeling heavier than ever in your hand. One more pull of the trigger and hot tears are rolling down your cheeks. Hair is sticking you your face like your clothes are clibging to your sweaty body. You fire again. Sobs are already wracking your body when the cool metal meets your jaw.

One last deep breath. You close your eyes tightly, squeezing out the last round of tears.

Metal meets metal.

The gun is out of your hand and disfigured thirty feet away before you have a chance you process what’s happening.

Scared blue eyes meet yours. They’re bluery through the tears but you know who they belong to without a doubt.

“Y/N,” He whispers so quietly you almost doubt he said anything at all.

“I can’t do it, Buck.” You’re sobbing, “I can’t take it.”

“Please,” His voice cracks, “We’ll get you help. Let me get you help. Let me help you.” He’s pleading with you and a new round of tears flow freely.

“I can’t handle it. I’m too far gone,” You fall to your knees but gentle hands find you instead of the ground.

His eyes are glassy but he doesn’t blink, as if you’ll be gone in an instant. And you almost were. “I know how you feel. Believe me, I know what its like. I also know it’s possible to get through it. Please, doll. Let me help you.”

You burry your head in his shoulder, letting the fibers absorb your hot tears. A slight nod is all it takes for him to scoop you in his arms. What feels like only a moment later you find your self in Dr Binghams office. Bucky’s doctor. The one Sam recommended and Steve hunted down.

You have a long journey ahead if you but the hope in Bucky’s eyes tells you better is possible and it will all be worth it.

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Long Gone - Bucky Barnes x Reader

After weeks of a strained relationship, one fight and a surprise is enough for Y/N to run away and not look back.

By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be long gone. Don’t look for me, you won’t find anything.

You suck in a deep breath and tuck the note into the door. No turning back now.

Sure, you and Buck had your ups and downs but last night was different.

You were dealing with a depressive episode when he came home to the compound. You tried not to bother him with your sour feelings and it worked. He didn’t notice, though you weren’t sure how he could have when he didn’t wander in until well past midnight and smelt like cheap rum.

Then he had the nerve to try and crawl into your bed without a word.

“Are you joking?” You finally muttered.

“What?”

“Are you that drunk or just that clueless?” You demanded. “You left a shitty note about going to check out a terrorist threat and then ignored my texts all day. And then followed it with a trip to the bar before letting you fiancée know you’re alive? I’ve been worried sick for hours!”

He stopped pulling on the covers and rolled his eyes, “Sorry I didn't text you back, doll. I was busy saving the world. And who cares if I went for a drink?”

You knew it sounded like an over reaction but it went much deeper than that. You’d been having panic attacks left and right the past weeks over his job and he knew that. He had sat on the floor with you in his arms and assured you he’d check in when possible. Told you how he’d call you after every fight to tell you he was okay. You came to find there was no substance behind his words. They were just sweet nothings to calm you down.

“Why would Steve be returning my calls before you? I’m not worried about a stupid night at the bar! I feel like I’m losing you and you don’t care!”

A part of you knew you were looking to start a fight, to feel something from him other than indifference and annoyance. It had been a couple weeks since he’d shown any sign of giving a shit about you. You needed to know if there was anything left before you told him the latest news. You didn’t want Bucky if it was just for the baby. Sure, you knew he would step up but you didn’t know if that was for the best. An avenger for a father and parents that didn’t want to be together? You were pretty sure the baby inside you would be better off raised by a single mother in the middle of nowhere, far from the long list of enemies Bucky had.

He glared for a long second before snatching a pillow, “I’m not dealing with this tonight. I’ll be on the couch if that overbearing urge to check up on me gets to strong.” He slammed the door behind him and you broke into sobs.

You allowed yourself five minutes to be upset before wiping your tears and setting off to pack a bag. You didn’t grab much, only a weeks worth of clothes, a gun, and the running away back pack Tony had made for you. You tucked the duffel and the back pack underneath the bed.

You were faking it when Buck crept in the next morning to get ready for the job of the day. He hesitated in front of you and for a moment you were ready to throw your plans out the door. He shook his head and moved on and your resolve grew. You were leaving and it would be for the best.

Once he was gone you scribbled out the note and fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger. You knew you should leave it but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off. You still loved him even if he didn’t love you. It wouldn’t hurt to bring one part of him with you. You glanced at your still small stomach, well, two.

Pepper didn’t bat an eye at your request to borrow a car. You snagged the keys to one of the nondescript SUVs and took off. About a mile down the road you pulled over and ripped out the tracking software on the car. You threw it in the dumpster behind a 7-11 along with your cell phone.

You drove, only stopping for gas, until you hit a small town in Virginia. You knew the town well but no one would know you. Every summer from the ages of 5 to 15 was enough to make an impact on you but not the town. You pulled into the drive of your grandmother’s old house. You had inherited the place when she died a couple years ago but due to working with the Avengers you didn’t have a need for it. The key slipped right into the deadbolt. The place looked just how you remembered it, only with more dust. The furniture was still there but you found what was all. The small knick knacks and mementoes were gone, likely claimed by other family members after her passing. 

The old clock on the wall said it was 5. Plenty of time to get started on cleaning the place up.

It was a long and hard pregnancy. The super soldier serum running through your son added a couple complications. He grew fast and was much stronger than he should be. He did a number on your body from the inside but it was all worth it when you held him in your arms. You cursed your luck when he came out with a head full of dark hair and winter blue eyes. 

You found work at a diner, making a living in tips. The great thing about tips is they tend to be paid in cash and it’s hard to trace cash. You were careful. No one was going to find you or your son. Andrew became the light of your life

Life was peaceful, a bit repetitive but safe. The biggest threat was your neighbor Travis. You would take a borderline stalker over Nazis any day. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” You mutter to yourself when Travis saunters into the diner. He was your typical tool. Peaked in high school playing football. Can’t handle rejection. Full of himself. 

“Good afternoon, table for one?” You put on a sweet smile.

“Just me, babygirl.” A chill runs down your spine but you shake it off and lead him to an empty booth. 

“I’ll give you a minute to decide what you want but can I get you a drink?” You hand over the laminated menu.

“I already know exactly what I want and I think you do too.” He gives you a smirk and you have to resist the urge to jam your pen into his eye. 

“Bacon cheeseburger?” You ask innocently.

He laughs it off but hands you his menu so you turn to put his order into the kitchen. You can feel his eyes on you as he walks away. 

The day drags on and Travis sticks around. First for an order of fries. Then a shake. By the time that’s gone it’s late enough for a couple beers. He finally pays his tab and leaves ten minutes before closing. You’re relieved until you notice his Honda still in the parking lot when you leave. 

You pat the holster in the waistband of your pants before making your way to the SUV in the back of the parking lot. The silver car tails you and it takes four right turns before you could go to pick up Andrew from his sitter. 

Travis was back home when you finally pulled in. You double checked that the door was locked behind you before you went upstairs with Andy. He toddled around your room while you got ready for bed. Tonight you didn’t feel like fighting him on sleeping in the crib so you tucked him in you arms in your own bed. 

Around two in the morning you woke up to the sound of glass shattering. You jumped out of bed with Andrew in your arms and grabbed the gun next to your bed. 

Creeping down the stair you hear someone in the kitchen. You’re only ten feet from the front door. You take a deep breath, set Andrew at your feet, and bring the gun up. You were trained by Avengers. You wouldn’t miss the shot as long as you didn’t hesitate. You wait for the figure to come into view and pull the trigger. The deafening bang goes off and he hits the ground. You snatch up Andrew and run for the door. Travis is next to you before you can get in your car. 

“What’s going on? I heard a gun?” He’s half naked and more alert than he was when he left the diner. 

You’re scrambling for your keys when your front door flies off the hinges and the man you just shot steps out. 

“This isn’t happening! How is it still following me?” You’re breaths are struggling to come and go. You push Andrew into Travis’ arms and aim at the man again. It doesn’t seem to do any damage. It just pisses him off. You take another shot and get the same result. You’re about to try again when a blur of a figure tackles the man. The moonlight catches on one of his arms and you’re frozen in place. 

You grab the toddler and turn to run but Travis is a little too ready to play hero. He picks you up bridal style and runs.

He doesn’t make it fifty feet before a blond wall of muscle stops him. “Y/N?” Steve mutters after pulling you out of his arms. “What, what are you doing here?” Andrew begins crying louder and clinging to you. Steve finally looks down and has to take a step back. 

“I can explain,” You start. Suddenly, you’re pushed to the pavement and Travis is throwing a punch at Captain America. Steve’s head turns with the force but his body stays planted. You kick yourself at the satisfaction you feel when Steve shoves Travis back. He crouches down in front of you and offers a hand.

“Let’s try that explanation now.” 

You hear Bucky scoff behind him, “This will be good.” He freezes in his tracks when he takes in the site. You’re wearing a silk slip on the ground clutching a child that can’t be much more than a year old. 

He stares for a long moment before shaking himself out of it and shrugging off his jacket. He wraps it around your shoulders before helping you to your feet. 

You’re caught off guard by the rush of emotions when you look at him and hot tears well in your eyes, “I am so sorry Buck.”

He tries to be mad but can’t stop himself from pulling you into his arms. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, relishing in the feeling of you in his arms again. Andrew reaches his arms up and around your neck protectively, finally catching Bucky’s attention. 

He steps back suddenly, “Who’s this?”

You swallow hard, knowing the storm that’s coming. “This is your son. Andrew James Barnes.”

“My what?” He looks at you in disbelief then back to Andrew.

“Let’s go inside?” You suggest.

Bucky stops inside the doorway and admires the wall of pictures. The majority of them Andrew at every stage so far. You were in a few with him but there was only a handful of just you. They’re different stages of your pregnancy. He swallows hard when he takes in the sight of you in the third month. That’s when the toll started being taken. He broke the first rib kicking right around that time. He was delivered at six months, the serum making him grow much faster. As the pictures got closer to delivery you looked more and more like a corpse. Bucky hated that he wasn’t there for you for any of it, that he didn’t even know you were dealing with it. 

“He definitely takes after you. The serum is in his DNA.” You say quietly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? How could you just leave and take my child with you?” You can hear the emotion behind each of his words.

“You didn’t want to be with me and I wasn’t going to make you feel obligated to.” You knew it sounded pathetic, “And you have enough enemies to worry about. I didn’t want that for our son.”

“Our son,” He repeats quietly. “How is he so big? You’ve only been gone for a year.”

You rub and hand over his cropped hair, “His development is a lot faster than  a normal childs. He’s only about seven months old but he compares to children almost twice that, but even then he’s much stronger.” 

“Can I hold him?” He seems unsure of himself but you happily hand him over.

Bucky extends his fingers to Andrew in his lap. Andy curiously takes two in his small hands and you flinch, knowing how tight his grip can get. Bucky watches him, unfazed by the ridiculous strength. He holds Andrew close to him for a few minutes before Andrew tries to climb back to you.

“You’re both coming back to the compound.” Bucky stands up.

“Like hell we are! This is our home. This is where we’re safe. And I won’t let you feel obligated to take me back because we have a baby.”

He gives you a serious look, “Bullshit. That ring on your finger says you’re still mine. And in what world is this safer than the compound? An alien broke in tonight!”

Before you knew it you were in the quinjet headed back to the base. Bucky never let you out of his sight. On the bright side, the ride provided plenty of time for apologies. Neither of you were happy with the others choices but you could understand them and move past them.

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Sapphires and Serpents -Teaser

Bucky Barnes x Reader Au

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, a wealthy man managed to stay under the radar and out of the public eye. The world saw what he wanted them to see, and Y/N was no exception. He didnt consider it deceitful. He was only giving himself advantages. After all, he had dangerous secrets that needed to stay hidden.

Y/N needed an escape. The small town of Gapelgate was the solution. Running from her past and the people in it, she needed somewhere to start a new life. A life away from danger. Her only problem, she attracted danger like saphires attract the eye.

When Bucky took note of a stranger in the small town, he found a challenge in her. All his life, he controlled everything and everyone around him. Y/N was unpredictable and uncontrollable, and to make the challenge more interesting, she wanted nothing to do with him. She provided a chase that couldn’t be found in his typical life. Y/N couldn’t be swayed with elaborate places and fancy cars. She wasn’t scared when she was told to be. Her decision couldn’t be swayed and seemed to made for the hell of it. And James was all the more lured to her because of it.

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Series

Skeletons in the Closet 

One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Epilogue

One Shots

Not Your Type 

Not Before You 

A Birthday to Remember 

Bucky Barnes

Series

Loose Ends

One  Two  Three  Four 

Saphires and Serpents ~coming soon~

One Shots

In This Together 

Loki Laufeyson 

Series

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Lover

One Two  Three Four  Five  Six

One Shots

Get Help 

Speak of the Devil

Thor Odinson

Series

One Shots

Get Help 

Sam Wilson

Series 

One Shots

Sorry, It’s Been a Long Day

Peter Parker 

Series

Trouble Maker

One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine

One Shots

Do You See It Too?

Clint Barton

Series

One Shots

Coffee Shop Romance

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Don’t Say That

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Loose Ends - Three

Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers

James is asleep soundly in the play pen next to my bed. Quietly, I make my way into my closet and softly close the door behind me. Behind a pair of red six inch heels I haven’t touched since I found out I was pregnant is a worn leather box. I feel the same wave of emotions I get every time I touch it. On top are pictures of James in every stage since he was born. Taking his first steps. His first time in the snow. On uncle Steve’s shoulders at the race tracks. A picture Steve took right after he was born. My hair is stuck to my forehead with sweat but I have the biggest smile on my face and a tiny baby James on my chest. Below that is the pictures from every ultrasound and countless letters. They’re all addressed to Buck but not a single one even got a stamp. I lost the nerve every time. I reach up and clutch the small charm on the necklace. I haven’t taken it off since he gave it to me four year ago on my birthday. 

I don’t realize I’m crying until I feel the warmth on my cheek. I hear James start to fuss and wipe the tears away.

“I’m coming baby,” He buries his soft face into my chest once he’s in my arms. I start rocking him when I hear a knock at the door. The house was small and the knock could be heard from anywhere in the house. 

I slide James onto my hip and answer the door. 

“You’ll never guess who’s back!” Steve says as he makes his way inside. Bucky files in behind him, a slow trudge to his step. He looks at James and doesn’t move for a moment, his features softening. Then he turns back to me. He knows and he is not happy. 

I sigh and move James towards Steve, “Can you take James back to your place for a bit? I need to talk to Buck.” 

Steve’s all too eager to get his hands on his nephew, “Told you Buck! Look at that face!” Steve looks back at Bucky and freezes. He glances back to James and then whips his head to me, “You have got to be shitting me.” He shakes his head and jogs down the steps, back to his house. 

“Look Buck, I can tell you’re upset. No one has to know. You can get out now and pretend none of this ever happened. I won’t force you to be a part of his life. He’s been fine without you this far, he won’t know any different.” I was ready to go on, to reassure Bucky we don’t need him if he doesn’t want us.

“Are you joking?” His tone is calm but I can tell he’s furious. “You think there’s even a chance I don’t want to be in my son’s life? That I would abandon him? That I would abandon you?” 

“You did it once, what’s to stop you from doing it again?” I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips.

He doesn’t look mad anymore, he looks broken. “You thought I was abandoning you, Y/N?”

Before I had a chance to respond he wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me tightly to his chest. It was like a weight had been lifted. His arms really felt like home. I don’t feel shattered with him around me, I feel put back together. “Baby, I am so so so sorry. I shouldn’t have left because you weren’t ready. I should have stayed and been there for you. I should have been here for Jameson.”

“No. I’m sorry. I should have told you as soon as I found out. I shouldn’t have left you on your knee to begin with. There isn’t anything I regret more.” My hot breaths were hitting me right back in face as I breathed into his neck. I take a deep breath. I missed how he smelt. I missed how he felt. I missed him and I didn’t realize how deeply until now. Now that he is in my arms and I’m in his. 

We finally part and sit on the couch. “I shouldn’t have left. I was so hurt by you not being ready. It wasn’t worth it, I should have stayed until you were ready instead of storming off.” 

I sigh, “I shouldn’t have said no to begin with. I was ready to be with you, I just wasn’t ready to tell Steve.” 

Bucky lets out a strangled laugh, “Well I think he knows now.”

I let my face drop into my hands. He’s pissed. I know it.

“Well, do you want to meet your son? I’ll try to tame the beast if. you can keep James out of ear shot.” Bucky has the purest look in his eyes as he nods and I feel like a monster for keeping them from each other for the last year and some months.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. We share a smile and he takes my hand. No matter what happens, we’re facing it together 

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Loose Ends - Two

Bucky Barnes x Reader

“Fuck,” I mutter as I see the old red truck through my curtains. It’s parked in Steve’s driveway, across the street from my own. 

James giggles from across the room on his play mat. If Buck sees this kid he will have no doubt it’s his. My baby looks just like his father. The same dark wavy hair and crystal clear, blue eyes. 

I crouch down in front of my baby and he rolls over to toddle towards me. His soft hair is sticking out the side so I reach out and smooth it down. 

“Mama,” He giggles, latching onto one of my braids. 

I smile down at James, “Let’s get you a bath.” He lets go of my hair and starts clapping. 

“Buck!” Steve shouts as he jogs down the steps of his porch. “How the hell are ya?”

I meet him in the middle for a quick hug. It’s been too long since I’ve seen my best friend but until recently I wasn’t willing to run into his other half. I miss her and I’m scared what I will be willing to do because I miss her. 

“Better now that I’m home,” I give a quick glance, looking for the red car in the driveway. She must not be home. 

“Come in, I’ve got burgers on the grill and beers in the fridge.” Steve leads the way into the familiar entry way. After Steve’s parents passed I spent more and more time in their home. Steve needed company and reassurance. He was always scared of fucking up Y/N’s life when he became her guardian and I was the only person that could convince him otherwise. 

As Steve grabbed drinks Bucky looked around. The house was about the same as he left it. About. By the door there are only Steve’s work boots. Not a single pair of the worn out converse he was used to seeing. On the hooks, again, only Steve’s coats are hung up. Where is the hot rod red leather jacket that’s usually there? Or his okd hoodie she wore home one night and never gave back?

The next thing I notice is the huge picture wall behind the dining room table. I recognize most of the people and pictures but stop short at one in the top left corner. Steve has his arms around Nat and Y/N at the car race they’d gone to hundreds of times. The difference is Y/N is about nine months pregnant.

“What the hell?” I hop out of my seat and get a closer look.

Steve turns around, “Huh? Oh. You skipped town just before the shit show.”

I don’t want to look away but I can’t help getting more information out of Steve, “What did I miss?”

He shrugs and grabs two plates, “Guess the little punk was up to a lot of stuff I didn’t know about and when I found out it was too late. Turned out alright, little Jameson is the best thing to happen to either of us.”

I clear my throat, “Do you know, uh, whose he is?”

Steve swallows the burger in his mouth, “She says she doesn’t know but I think she does and doesn’t want anyone to know. How sad is that? The whole town thinking she’s a slut being better than them knowing who the baby daddy is?”

“Pretty fucked up,” I agree, losing my appetite for the burger in front of me. 

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Steve Rogers 

Series

Skeletons in the Closet 

One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Epilogue

One Shots

Not Your Type 

Not Before You 

A Birthday to Remember 

Bucky Barnes

Series

Loose Ends

One 

Saphires and Serpents ~coming soon~

One Shots

In This Together 

Loki Laufeyson 

Series

The Enemy of My Enemy is My Lover

One Two  Three Four  Five  Six

One Shots

Get Help 

Speak of the Devil

Thor Odinson

Series

One Shots

Get Help 

Sam Wilson

Series 

One Shots

Sorry, It’s Been a Long Day

Peter Parker 

Series

Trouble Maker

One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine

One Shots

Do You See It Too?

Clint Barton

Series

One Shots

Coffee Shop Romance

Bruce Banner

Series

One Shots

Don’t Say That

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Loose Ends - One

Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers

Y/N Rogers spent the first eighteen years of her life in love with her brother’s best friend. Bucky spent his time in high school sneaking around with the wild young girl. Everything they had was a secret only they knew. In a small town like theirs, if anyone found out, everyone would. 

The first crack was made one week before it shattered. 

Her laugh was louder than the music blaring out the windows of the old, beat up truck. Bucky spun Y/N in the headlights, letting go of her hand as she spun again. She came to a dizzy stop and met Bucky’s soft blue eyes. He had the sweetest smile. She took a step towards him but stopped shortly. Her smile dropped as soon as his knee did. 

“Y/N-” Bucky started.

“No! No, no, no, no.” She stepped back, no trace of the happy girl that was dancing with him moments before.

“No?” His expression resembled a kicked puppy.

“No,” She softened, “Not like that. What will Steve say?” 

“What can Steve say? I’m not saying we tell him we’ve been sneaking around the last two and a half years. I’m not scared of Steve anymore. I’m in love with you Y/N and I’ll tell him that.” He finally gets to his feet.

“We can’t. I can’t,” She starts breathing roughly. “Not now.”

She almost reconsiders, seeing Bucky’s face. Almost. 

“I can’t, not now.” She doesn’t know if she’s convincing herself or convincing Bucky. 

He shakes his head and lets out a scoff, “Then I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” It’s more of a whisper than a word.

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride home.” He climbs in and turns the music off.

The stubbornness kicks in and Y/N grabs her jacket off the asphalt and starts stomping, “I’ll walk.”

“Y/N, knock it off and get in,” She can hear the concern overcoming the frustration but it’s not enough. He’s done? She’s not willing to take that serious of a step yet so that’s it?

“Fuck off.” She never got in but he followed her all the way home, the truck crawling slowly ten feet away. 

As soon as she closed the front door behind her, the truck pulled out and roared to life. 

“Y/N?” Steve called from the kitchen, “Was that Bucky? I thought you were out with Nat?” 

Y/N walked into the kitchen. “He just offered me a ride home from the gym.” She hated how easily she could lie to him.

“That was nice. How was it?” He looked up and saw the tears gathering in her eyes and dropped the spatula he was holding, pulling her into a tight hug. “What’s wrong?”

She just shook her head as the tears soaked up in his shift. 

The next crack, that was significantly larger than the first was made three days later. She hadn’t heard from Bucky since she rejected him and he called it quits. 

Steve came home from the garage, obviously upset.

“What’s wrong, Stevie?” She could hear the emptiness in her own voice. 

He shook his shoes off, “Bucky left. He took a job up North.”

“What?” Her voice cracked as it came out. 

Steve gave her a weird look then nodded. 

Her world finally shattered four days later when two pink lines on a stick appeared. 

“Shit.” Nat was in the bathroom with her as they waited. “What am I going to do? What am I going to tell Steve?”

Nat took the stick, “What are you going to tell Buck?”

“Nothing. He left. That was his choice.”

Nat’s face showed her distaste to the decision but she didn’t say anything.

Her world was shattered but she glued it together and started building a life for her baby boy. She told Steve she didn’t know who the dad even could be. He wasn’t fond of the thought of his baby sister sleeping around but if he knew the truth things would be much worse. He would be furious. And then he would drag Bucky back here.

By the time baby Jameson was born, Y/N was working eighty hour weeks between two jobs and had her own place for the two of them. Steve was insistent she could stay with him but it felt wrong. Baby James was made behind Steve’s back. 

Upon his arrival she quit her job at the bar and stuck to being Pepper Pot’s assistant. She adored James so Y/N was able to bring him to work when necessary. 

She fell into a routine. Just her and James. Their world settled down. The dust got kicked back up when an old pick up rolled back into town two years after it left.  

PART TWO IS POSTED ON MY PAGE

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The Enemy of My Enemy is My Lover - 2

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

My eyes scan the room, a habit from years of searching for threats in every scenario. The guards only a matter of feet away do nothing to calm my mind. If someone made a move and I am unprepared, I am vulnerable. Vulnerability isn’t an option with as many enemies as I have. The guards are close enough to catch them, avenge me maybe, but they aren’t capable of stopping what others have the intent to do. 

I stop scanning when I see a man staring at me. My eyes trace his figure, down and up. His suit looks tailored and expensive, no doubt someone with authority. The staff in his hand is pure gold and disappears the instant I notice it. Magic. His hair is slicked back with not a hair out of place. 

I hand my glass to Nigel and start in the mysterious mans direction. His eyes run down my leg as I step, creating a larger opening in the slit. The smirk he gets is sexy. I can admit that much.

“Prince Loki,” Nigel addresses from next to me.

He bows his head to me, “Your highness. I’m delighted you made an appearance.” His tone sounds almost mocking and I narrow my eyes. His expression jumps to fear but only for a moment. It’s quickly replaced by that sexy smirk. 

I nod in return and start picturing what it would feel like to pull that long hair. I catch myself biting my lip and snap out of it. 

“Perhaps I can speak to you in private later tonight?” He asks, a mischievous look in his eyes. My mind skips over a hundred possible scenarios.

“Absolutely,” It comes out before I’ve processed what I’m saying. “But you’ll have to excuse me in the mean time.” I can feel his eyes lingering on the tattoo of a blade that follows my spine. The low, open back dress exposes most of the blade but covers the bottom inches. The tip of the blade lays just above my tail bone. 

Nigel barely manages to keep up with me stride as I search for my father.

“A hoe in every realm,” Nigel chuckles under his breath.

“You’re just jealous.” If it weren’t for his dark complexion I was sure he would be beat red.

“Darling,” My father addresses me, the men around him are still laughing about whatever the topic was before I joined, “Come meet King Odin. He’s offered us rooms in the castle so we don’t have to travel home tonight.

“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right?” The crowd around us becomes quiet and still. I raise an eyebrow and they start laughing again. If only I were kidding. 

The night drags on and I’m forced to meet ruler of kingdoms throughout the nine realms, many of whom I was obligated to dance with. The hands of men three times my age with their hands on me soured the night quickly. I would love to take the knife strapped to the thigh and cut off every finger that touched me but my father was trying to make alliances. It will to wait until doing so will benefit my people. 

The song draws to an end and my hands slip off King Ricardo’s shoulders only to be interlocked with cold fingers. I look up and meet crystal clear, green eyes.

“May I have this dance?” The Asgardian Prince asks. A new song begins and I’m all too eager to move in closer to Loki. Up close I can smell his cologne and he smells just as good as he looks. 

The two of us make small talk but just as the song is about to end he tightens his hold on my waist and pulls me close, “My study, ten minutes. The guard outside the ballroom will guide you there.” He pulls away and bows only to disappear into the crowd.

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