Like this man got the equivalent of a Shoulder Disarticulation. He still has his shoulder blade but none of the arm bones that make the shoulder.
Like Bucky not having his arm on then being startled or grimacing and just being like, "Sorry my left arm hurts" or he is wearing the arm and just casually scratching it or rubbing it. Because it itches or it aches.
Or after longer missions or a lot of heavy lifting, Bucky struggles to get his arm off because it is sore and swollen. Him not being able to put his arm back on because of how it aches and how swollen it is.
Bucky forgets he can't take a super hot shower because it causes swelling which makes it hard to put his arm back on.
Or Bucky not wearing his arm and has a medical device that helps support his residual limb, maintain its shape, and help with swelling. It straps across his chest.
Like sure, Bucky is superhuman, but man him more human by having prosthetic issues or some common amputee issues.
But also give me...
Bucky does not have his arm on and just throws a hair tie at someone and then laughs before they help him with his hair.
Or Bucky cuddling up to someone with his left side and being able to be really close to them because his arm doesn't get in the way.
Maybe Bucky forgets he doesn't have his arm on and he does an action that everyone stops and looks at him before someone laughs and tentatively says "Did you forget you don't have your arm on" which causes Bucky to blush and laugh at himself because yes he did.
Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Word Count: 50K
Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.
Series Warnings: mentions of ptsd, anxiety, nightmares, alcohol abuse (not from Bucky or reader), angst, fluff
This is a work of fiction. I do not own the rights to the characters mentioned. Please do not copy/translate my work for any other sites.
“You know what I mean,” Bucky whispered, moving his thumb to stroke the smooth skin at the top of Steve’s cheek. “You know.”
Steve licked his lips and shook his head again. “I—”
“Do you want this, Steve?” Bucky asked, finally, decisively. His voice dropped low and his eyes were on fire and he said, “No one has to know.”
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Texas. 1947. After returning from war, two weary, hardened cowboys accept a job herding cattle across the state. Three weeks alone together on the plains of west Texas bring unlikely solace between two men, inescapable longing, and an impossible decision to be made.
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That was such a beautiful story, the writing was really wonderful ❤️ I loved it so so much!! The story, the setting was really unique, and the art was so beautiful!
[Image Description: cute stylized digital drawing of Marvel’s Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes. The two characters sit on a park bench. Clint sits on the left and gestures dramatically. He wears a purple t-shirt and purple sneakers. Bucky sits on the right side of the bench. The leans over and holds a cup of coffee. He wears a baseball hat pulled low and a backpack.]
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Bucky overcomes a dark past with the help of unconventional artist Steve.
“How come you don’t hug me with both arms?”
It wasn’t the response he expected. Not by a long shot. The answer was not even remotely prepared.
“Is it because you think I’ll be revolted?”
Bucky stared at him. He’d chosen the word ‘revolted’ for a reason, looking to elicit a specific type of response. He certainly didn’t look or act revolted; perhaps that was the point. So Bucky collapsed against him and wrapped his arm and a half around Steve as tightly as he could.
Any good ‘Bucky dealing with being an amputee’ fics? Like I’d love his experience in Wakanda which is truly the first time he’s probably had to sit with limb loss. Or his time with Zola as they conditioned him. Or even dealing with the medical trauma of Hydra’s arm to Shuri’s arm. Or fics exploring how Bucky feels about having a prosthetic arm that is now removable (more about the experience of being an amputee and less of the trust/weapon drama I’ve been seeing).
Whoa Bessie setting, either Steve or James having his ass absolutely handed to them following COVID-19 vaccination if you're up for handling that subject?
Here’s the deal with COVID. I’m ok with writing around it (vaccine, being afraid of it, wearing a mask, etc.). I am NOT ok with giving any character the virus.
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Steve takes a half day, grabs James straight from PT, and marches him to the open clinic.
“We’re doing it,” he says.
James nods nervously, taps his foot like a maniac all through the line, and then stoically accepts the stab in the arm, congratulatory sticker, and card reading proof of vaccination.
Two weeks later, they do it again.
“This one may hurt a bit more,” the technician says as the needle enters James’s skin.
“Great.” James grits his teeth.
Nothing happens during the mandatory 15-minute wait period before the troopers at the door let them go home, but almost as soon as James slips on his seatbelt, his arm’s aching up a storm.
“Ow,” he complains, using his chin to edge up the sleeve of his shirt. A welt the size of a golf ball is rising beneath the skin, red and puffy around the edges.
“Aw, Buck.” Steve goes in to touch gently, but James hisses and leans away.
“Ok, ok.” Steve drops his hand and turns the car on instead. “Let’s get you home.”
“How’s yours?” James asks.
Steve shakes his head. “Nothing like that.”
“Hm.” James leans his temple against the window, which is starting to ache as well.
When they pull into the parking lot, James’s body feels so heavy he barely wants to move. He stays put in his seat until Steve rounds the car and opens the passenger door for him.
“Ready to go in?” Steve offers his hand.
“Can I go to bed?”
“Feeling that bad, eh?”
“Yeah.” James sighs. “It’s come on, like, all the sudden. Chills, and, like...”
Steve opens his arms, but James shakes his head, grimacing. “Don’t want to be touched,” he murmurs.
“Really achy, huh?”
James nods.
“I think we might have ginger ale in the fridge. From those mixers we never made.”
James’s mouth is dry, but his stomach feels tender, possibly on the verge of rejecting anything he tries to put in it. “Don’t really want to drink...”
“Gotta do that eventually. Hydration will help you feel better.”
“Not if it makes me puke first.” James grimaces.
“Let’s just get you inside. Cuddled up on the couch,” Steve says. “Or do you want bed?”
“Wherever...”
“This is only supposed to last a day or two, you know?” Steve gently lays his arm around James’s shoulders.
“A whole day?” James complains. “From a stupid shot?”
“Well, it’s better than getting the virus.”
James ponders that one, then lets his head droop to Steve’s shoulder as they make their way to the front door of the apartment.
“I guess it is,” he finally says.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “I’m gonna take care of you, regardless. Even if it’s just the aftershock of a stupid shot.”
“Thanks,” James murmurs. He presses his forehead to the underside of Steve’s jaw. “I appreciate it.”
Baby Mine: Bonus “EOTL” Story (Pre-Serum Alpha!Steve and Amputee Omega!Bucky)
Five:
"Wow," Steve commented, lust and love mingling in the bond when Bucky stepped onto the main floor.
Blushing, Bucky fidgeted in his casual navy-blue outfit and playfully rolled his eyes, "It's just a suit."
"Doesn't mean you look any less stunning. And you are," Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky's waist, under the open jacket and stroking his thumb over the blue floral shirt as his eyes roamed over Bucky's frame, "Stunning."
"I'm your mate, you have to say that," Bucky brushed off the compliment while he brushed his hands over the gray suit jacket accentuating Steve's slender shoulders, making them seem broader. Cheeks still burning as he leaned down to kiss Steve. Turning the conversation onto Steve, he ran his hand over his stubble-free cheek and commented, "You shaved."
"Wanted to look good for you tonight," Steve admitted with the most attractive blush that Bucky had ever laid his eyes on, and his most favorite blush he had ever seen, colored the alpha's cheeks.
Resting his forehead against Steve's, Bucky told him, "You always look good. Scruffy or clean-shaven. Just out of the shower or with dry spit-up on your shirt --"
"Ew," Steve interjected, his face scrunching in disgust.
"-- I still can't believe that I got so lucky as to have such a stud for a mate," Bucky finished with a smug smirk tugging at his lips while he pulled Steve closer by the notch lapels of his jacket.
Steve's blush darkened and spread up to his ears, which was definitely a trait that always made Bucky's stomach swoop in attraction. Bucky ducked his head, scenting Steve and wishing that his white button-up shirt's collar didn't cover his mating bite. Compromising with kissing the spot on Steve's neck just below his ear instead.
"I'm the lucky one," Steve argued, giving Bucky's hips a squeeze.
"Should we start the car or are you two going to get a room?" Natasha interrupted. Bucky glanced over to her and found her leaning against the doorframe to the formal living room in a plunging neckline black velvet cocktail dress.
Pulling back, Steve tucked a loose strand from Bucky's French braid behind his ear and suggested, "We should go say goodbye to the pups."
Reluctance and hesitation lit up the bond, and Bucky wasn't sure if they were his emotions or Steve's. Nevertheless, Bucky left the comfort of Steve's thin arms and led the way downstairs to the kiddie floor.
There, they found Noah cuddled up next to Gabby while he held onto Xavier's hand, in a nest that Gabby had created out of some of the fleece throw blankets. Maisie was sitting on Dre's lap content as could be while he delicately combed through her dark waves and the knots that occasionally snagged. All the while, Kiara was lounging in a bean bag chair with a juice box and a baby doll.
"Mama, you got some competition for best dressed," Dre teased once he spotted the other three adults.
Sharon left the kitchen, snacking on an ants on a log, while an asymmetrical rose gold slip dress hugged her athletic frame. Her brows were arched high on her forehead at her son's comment before she spotted the trio and playfully wiggled her brows while shimmying her shoulders.
As she took another bite of the celery, Natasha quirked a brow and joked, "Pregaming appetizers before appetizers?" Silently, Sharon fought her smirk and offered the rest of the snack to her bonded. Natasha wrapped her arms around Sharon's waist and opened her mouth to accept the treat while she fondly stated, "This is why I mated you."
"Among other things," Sharon smirked, kissing Natasha's forehead.
"Among other things," Natasha happily agreed.
"Yuck!" Kiara giggled and hid her reddening brown face behind the baby doll, but still peeking over at them with a small smile on her face.
Bucky couldn't help but grin at their interaction as he stepped over toys and leaned down to press a kiss on Noah's chubby pale cheek. Pleasantly surprised when Xavier tilted his head, so he could receive a kiss too. If that wasn't proof enough of his acceptance, Bucky didn't know what was. So, he happily obliged and pressed a kiss to the child's youthfully plump brown cheek.
"What about Gabby?" Noah asked when Bucky stood upright again.
Brows arching, he asked the teen, "Would you like a kiss, too?"
"Well, we are family," Gabby reasoned. The, duh, being implied as she held her head still, so Bucky could kiss her darker, reddish-brown forehead.
As Bucky pulled back, he locked eyes with her green ones and reminded, "Don't let them boss you around." Gesturing over to the baby swing where Hugh was sleeping, Bucky teased, "Especially not that one."
"Okay," Gabby giggled, absentmindedly scent-marking both her youngest brother and Noah.
Passing Steve while the petite alpha ran his hand over Kiara's springy honey-blonde corkscrew hair. Smiling at Bucky as they essentially swapped to give the other kids on the opposite ends of the couch kisses. Trying not to step on Natasha or Sharon's toes as the two women were saying goodbye to their children, too.
"I want you to be good," Bucky warned, tilting Maisie's head, so she was looking up at him.
"Okay," Maisie sighed while Dre defended her, "She's always good."
Bucky couldn't help but smile at that. Leaning forward, Bucky kissed Maisie's rosy cheek. Before Bucky could pull too far back, Dre was tilting his face so Bucky could press a kiss to his freckle-speckled skin. Once he stood upright again, he playfully rolled his eyes at the way Dre was theatrically wiping at his russet complexion.
Not wanting to wake the sleeping baby, and knowing that Kiara still wasn't very comfortable with physical affection from him, Bucky waited by the doorway. A fond grin stretching his lips as he watched the two moms affectionately interact with their children. Not to mention how Steve scent-marked Hugh's elephant security blanket before replacing it in the swing.
As Natasha, Sharon, and Steve crossed the family room to join Bucky, the four adults blew kisses to the kids. Reminding them all that, "The pool is off limits," and, "Call us, if you need anything."
All the while, Gabby and Dre encouraged, "Go have fun," and, very bluntly, "Leave already!"
So, that was exactly what the couples did. Leaving through the ground floor front door to the Romanoff-Carter vehicle, Bucky felt a twinge of anxiety flow through him. Not his own, but Steve's. Pausing as Steve locked the door behind them, Bucky extended his hand out for his mate.
Appreciatively, Steve accepted the offer and twined their fingers together. Bucky grinned down at him and lifted their hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of Steve's hand. Attempting to reassure his partner the best he could, "They'll be fine."
"I know," Steve assured, opening the back passenger door for Bucky, "I just miss them already."
"Sap," Natasha good-humoredly mocked as she started the van, earning an eye roll from the petite alpha as the four adults settled in their seats.
Although Bucky was nervous about being away from the pups for the first time, he was also excited to properly celebrate his birthday. And with Steve by his side, he couldn't ask for anything better.
