“What’s under your arm?” An unknown guy with a truly offensive haircut pointed to the box Steve held tucked under his arm. Steve barely kept a grin from splitting his face as he drew out the long, thin black box and set it on his lap.
He’d been waiting for this moment. For someone to ask, for someone to open the gate. He smirked and ran a hand through his hair – the hair – and said: “It’s a Ouija board.”
I'm very choosy, I vet my RP partners carefully and I have called off RP abruptly because something feels wrong. I am very fond and protective of my RP partners so realise that when you read what I'm about to say.
If you send hate to Bucky, you're sending it to me. When you sent hate to TJ, you were sending it to me. If you send hate to Darcy, to Carol, to Natasha, to OMD, to any of my RP partners - be they SFW or NSFW, you're sending me hate as well. Those of you who send hate drove several of my favourite people from tumblr but you didn't break our friendships. All you did was stop others from reading fabulous stories, those stories continue stress free, away from your bitter, envious eyes. You think you're beating us down but you're just making us more determined.
Sending Buckymod hate will not stop our RP. It won't stop Stucky and it won't end the story. I will do everything in my power to make your words completely meaningless to them. I will smile when I write the gooeyist fluff I can for my partners, I will smirk when I write the trashiest smut possible knowing that you can't stop us.
I don't know who you are but I have my suspicions. A part of me feels sorry for you because you have to be one sad sorry fucking excuse of a human being to need to write someone you don't know and spew your homophobic bile all over the place. Fuck you, you small minded twat. Go ahead. Send me your hate.)
Steve (angry): WHAT KIND OF FUCKING ERA IS THIS???NOTHING HAS EVOLVED, ITS ONLY PRETENCE AND HYPOCRITICAL ACCEPTATION!!! HOW COME COMPANIES ARE ACCEPTING TO CHANGE THEIR COMMERCIAL STANDPOINTS AND THE GOVERNMENT IS SENDING PEOPLE IN PRISON CAMPS WHILE WATCHING PORN UNDER THEIR DESKS-
Bucky (phone in hand):
Steve:
Bucky: Yeah I gotcha, I gotcha on camera, its live.
Steve: WHAT THE FUCK BUCK CANT I JUST BE ANGRY PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN-
Summary: Bucky broke your heart and broke the family he never knew he had, is he truly sorry and can he get back what he has lost
Part One Same Dance Different Partner Part two Dancing on your Own
Any Gifs/Pictures and Songs I use are not mine
George is now two months old, you can’t stop looking at him, he has your nose, but the brightness of his blue eyes is all Bucky, he is beautiful, you can’t believe how much you love him, but it is exhausting being a single mum, yes, you have Shaun and he is amazing and supportive and brilliant with George, but he works long hours and you insist he stays at his place most nights as you don’t want George to keep him awake.
And of course, Bucky is at yours as much as he possibly can be, being hands on dad, he dotes on George as do all of the other Avengers, Nat and Wanda constantly buying him clothes that were ‘just so cute they couldn’t resist’
So, you have ended up here, at the Tower with the Avengers, Shaun has to go away on business for a few weeks and seeing how much you need a rest and a bit of support he suggested you stay at the Tower, more insisted really, he spoke with Bucky and arranged the whole thing.
You had protested, saying you would be fine, that was until George was pulled into the argument.
“But George deserves a well-rested mummy, plus I’ll get to see him more” grinned Bucky
He was really taking to being a daddy, you could see how much he loved George, he rarely let anyone else hold him and loved to let him sleep in his arms not wanting to put him down.
Rolling your eyes at him, sighing “Fine” you weren’t sure how you would cope being around Isla, the woman that broke up your relationship and continues to forever be calling and ‘needing’ him whenever he is around you.
You remember the happy times you and Bucky had spent together, dates you had been on, movie nights just the two of you at your shared apartment, curled up together on the couch under a blanket.
George crying brings you back from your thoughts, you were standing in the living room of the Tower, rain lashing at the windows as you gazed out. Going over to George in the moses basket soothing him back to sleep, laying down on the couch beside the basket, you rubbed circles on George’s tummy, soothing him. He soon falls asleep, and you follow not long after.
Bucky enters and sees you both, the sight tugs at his heart, he softly walks over to you, checking George, who is sound asleep before draping the blanket from the back of the couch over your sleeping form, he stares at you for a moment, he missed seeing you sleep, you looked so peaceful, so beautiful, he leans down and kisses your temple “fată frumoasă” (beautiful girl) he whispers.
Isla is standing in the doorway, she sees the way Bucky looks at you, she has heard him mumble your name as she watches him sleep from the dark corner of his room, it comes out as a plea or a sob, she hates it, she hates you and the little shit of a baby, you both have pulled Bucky away from her.
Storming into the room making as much noise as possible Isla turns on the television.
“Isla turn that off before you wake Y/N or George” Bucky hisses.
Isla rolls her eyes at him, not moving to turn the TV off or the volume down
“Too late…….don’t worry James” you groan, sitting up, stretching, Isla just sits there looking smug, Bucky glaring at her.
Then George starts crying, “Hey Georgie” you coo, “Now there’s no need for that, come on let’s go somewhere quieter”
“You can nap in my room if you want” blurts out Bucky, speaking before his brain realises what he has said. “I…. I mean, it’s quieter and no one will disturb you there” Bucky’s room was in his own quarter of the Tower with only Steve’s room next to him, it was partly because of his nightmares he liked it as he preferred being secluded.
“It’s fine James, really, we have our own room” you said lifting George from his moses basket and gently rocking him.
“Doll, you are exhausted! When was the last time you had a full night sleep? I’ll take George, while you go and have a nap, we’ll be fine, won’t we my micul prinț” (little prince) he gently lifts George from your arms, who instantly stops crying, nestling into Bucky’s firm chest.
“No, it’s fine James, really. I’m sure you had things you and Isla were going to do before I showed up….”
Bucky cut you off “Y/N, it’s fine, George is my son, he comes first, now go and take a nap”
Isla gets up and storms out of the room, unbeknown to you, Bucky has ended things with her just before George was born. He hadn’t thought he deserved to try to get you back after the way he had treated you and had used Isla as a distraction, he had hoped he would develop feelings for her, their connection was undeniable but it wasn’t love, it wasn’t close to what he felt for you. His heart had sunk to his feet when you introduced him to Shaun, he had lost his chance, you were now being loved and treated the way you deserved but by another man, a man that wasn’t him and all Bucky could do was watch, watch as Shaun made you smile and laugh the way he used to.
You left George safely in the comfort of Bucky’s strong arms, deciding to take him up on his offer you walked to his room, entering, you breathed in the familiar scent, the musty, wood and gun oil smell, you couldn’t help but smile, his room hadn’t changed, Bucky, after all, was a man of routine. You climbed onto the bed, wrapping the blanket which you had brought from the couch with you, around you, you laid down on his soft grey sheets.
Nuzzling into the pillow, breathing in deep the familiar scent, it was comforting in a weird way and you soon drifted off into a deep sleep, you dreamt of you Bucky and George, one big happy family, going for picnics and playing in the park, Bucky teaching George to ride a bike, kissing his tears away when he fell off and scraped his knee.
You were abruptly pulled from your sleep by these thoughts, rubbing you head through you messed hair, you sat up, remembering where you were. Getting up you went in search of Bucky and George.
What you found, was Isla, leaning over George’s moses basket, she had a syringe in her hand, screaming you running at her, body slamming her with such force she flies over the coffee table, landing in a heap on the floor, the syringe flying out of her hand, landing under the love seat opposite.
She stares at you a sly grin on her face, licking away blood from her split lip.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” You scream at her, pointing your index finger at her “You lay one hand on my baby and I promise you, you will wish you were back in the hands of Hyrda, what they did to you would be mere pleasure with what I would do!”
Steve, Tony and Bucky come running into the room, FRIDAY having informed them of a fight in the living room.
George is screaming in his basket, you are yelling at Isla.
“What the hell is going on!” called Tony
You turn to sooth George, checking him for any signs that Isla had hurt him, Isla getting up slowly, “She attacked me, all I was trying to do was see if George was ok, she screamed at me, charging at me and sent me flying across the room” she spoke softly, acting innocent as if butter wouldn’t melt, she was going for the sympathy vote.
Steve, Bucky and Tony look at you confused and surprised.
“What the fuck!” you cry “The bitch is lying, she had a goddam syringe, she was going to inject George with something”
A growl escapes from Bucky throat, Steve places a calming hand on his shoulder. “Easy Buck”
“Where’s the syringe?” Steve asks, turning into Captain and taking control.
“You look around the room, it must have fallen out of her hand, it’s in here somewhere” you panic, hoping they believe you.
“I don’t feel too well, I need to lay down, um….i’ll just go to my room” Isla tries to squeeze past Tony, as you, Bucky and Steve search for the syringe. Tony stops her, grabbing her arm tightly and leading her back to the couch and pushing her down.
“Sit down and shut up!” snaps Tony, truth be told, he never liked Isla, never trusted her after finding her in the Hydra compound, she swore she was no longer under Hydra’s control but he always kept a close eye on her, he was appalled when Bucky had an affair with her, leaving you for her.
“FRIDAY” Tony called his AI “Upload the security footage for the living room from the last half an hour, to my phone please” he asks pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Certainly Mr Stark” The AI responds, and within minutes the footage is playing on his phone, Bucky and Steve are stood around Tony watching it while you search for the syringe.
Just then Nat enters “What is going on in here? I can hear Georgie crying from my room” She asks going over to George, picking him up and rocking him.
“Here, here got it” you cry, grabbing the syringe from under the seat, handing it to Bucky, it was filled with a clear liquid.
“I’ll get this tested” said Tony, taking the syringe from Bucky “Are you ok Y/N?” he asks resting a hand on your arm, you nod at him, a faint yeah falling from your lips, he squeezes your arm affectionally before going to the lab, Bucky and Steve stand in front of Isla.
You take George from Nat, rocking him, he seemed perfectly fine but you were reluctant to put him down, you explain to Nat what’s happened, and see the kill look cross her eyes.
Steve grabbed Isla by the arm “We need to talk” he snapped, Nat growls and grabs Isla’s other arm “This is going to be fun” she snarls, dragging her out of the room, Bucky walks over to you and George.
“He ok?” he asked, the look of panic on his face, placing a gentle kiss on George’s head.
“Yeah, I think so” you whisper, holding George close to you
“Can we, can we take him to Cho, just to get him checked, just to make sure” Bucky looks nervous, worried and scared, you can see he is shaking slightly.
“Um…. sure, I’m sure he’s fine though”
“What if……. If you hadn’t of come in when you did….”
You take Bucky’s hand, staring at him straight in his ocean blue eyes, they are full of tears. “James, he’s fine, he’s tough like his dad, nothing or no one will hurt him, not with us around”
Bucky grips your hand in return, he smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders he places another kiss to George’s head as you both walk out to the medical wing.
==========
Later that evening you are in your room, George is asleep in his cot, Cho checked him over extensively, using every technological device Tony had installed to make sure he was ok, all the tests came back clear and ok, not a scratch on him. You were so relieved you nearly burst into tears, if it hadn’t been for Bucky holding your hand you would have.
You hum along to the song playing from your phone, it’s one of your favourites and helps George to settle, Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran, you are so enrapt in the song that you don’t hear the tapping on your door, not getting a response Bucky gently opens the door, peering around to check you are ok, he sees you swaying and humming along to the song, your eyes are closed.
He softly pads across the room, standing in front of you, he takes your hand in his, placing the other on your hip, you open your eyes in surprise, gazing into Bucky’s eyes, the blue is shining brightly, you can’t help but wonder if they have always been that bright, but you don’t move away.
“FRIDAY, play the song again please” he asks softly, not taking his gaze away from you, the song starts and you both start to sway, it feels like it used to, like you and Bucky were still together, as though you were that happy family you dreamt of.
He leads, slowly dancing you around the room, neither of you looking away from one another, barely breathing. He twirls you outwards then back into his chest, you both dance around the room in each-others arms, spinning and completely in sync with one another, just like on your first date. As the song comes to an end, your dancing gets slower, without realising Bucky has pulled you close, you are pressed into his hard chest. You glance at his lips, they look so soft, you remember how his kisses felt against your skin, all over your body, looking back into his eyes his pupils are blown, you can see love there.
He leans in, your breath catches in your chest, both of you close your eyes as he gently pressing his lips to yours, it’s a soft and sweet kiss, you stay like that for a minute, relishing in the familiar feeling of his lips against yours.
“James, I can’t, I’m with Shaun” you say pulling away, you can’t look him in the eye, knowing you would see hurt and sadness.
You swallow hard, stepping away from him and over to George fiddling with his blanket, Bucky sighs deeply, “I’m sorry Y/N” he speaks softly, “I never deserved you, never deserved everything you’ve given me, what I did to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I am so sorry” he says walking to the door, “For everything” he steps out the door closing it gently behind him.
You close your eyes as he speaks, your chest heaving with raggedy breaths, silent tears falling down your cheeks.
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