Certified perv speaking. Bucky who is so sensitive, his cock is so leaky and he has 0 control over how much of a mess he makes each time he cums. The serum dials everything to 100. The first time he saw you, he could feel spurts of precum dampening his boxers and he knew he was done for.
The first time he makes out with you, he runs off without a word after, making you wonder if you crossed a boundary but no. He can’t look you in a face and tell you he came in his pants like a teenager when you hadn’t even touched him. It took everything in him not to whine and whimper while feeling your soft lips on his, squeezing your waist a little tighter than usual when his cock started to throb painfully agains this jeans. As soon as your tongue is laced with his, he has to resist the urge to moan, his balls tightening, with cum pumping through his cock and wetting the front of his pants. His chest was heaving, body feeling hot, he couldn’t even dignify himself with a short orgasm. He presses his hand to his throbbing cock in the elevator, biting back a moan, hitting his head back against the wall when it throbs again. It takes everything for him to not unzip his pants right then and there so he can pull his cock out and stroke every drop out.
Bucky whose cock is sooo wet and leaky, he’s embarrassed the first time you have him naked, legs spread apart, a clear, sticky mess decorating the head of his cock, dripping down into his tummy. He wished he had some semblance of control instead of constantly nearly ejaculating but he has no idea how much you love on him like this.
You love the way his cock jumps and twitches each time take off a piece of clothing. The second you place your hands on his bare skin, he moans, his cock swelling more, balls growing heavier.
“What is it baby boy” you coo, kissing his inner thigh, his delicious natural scent and musk soaking your cunt.
“Sen-sensitive” he looks at you with pleading eyes, his cock throbbing, torn between needing you to touch him and staying far away because he has no control around you. He’s not a virgin but he’s never gotten head before either and he’s sure he’ll fill your mouth within seconds.
“Do you want me to suck your cock Jamie?” A pearly white drop drips from the tip and you smirk at how gone he is.
“I-I’ll cum” he whispers with pink cheeks, gasping when you take his heavy balls in your mouth, suckling and nursing. “Doll-please-I can’t”
He needs to be inside you, man handling you till you find yourself on top of him, your chest pressing against his. He doesn’t give you a second to think, pushing his cock in and planting his feet, thrusting up into you.
“B-bucky!!“ you squeal at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, his fat cock stretching you open wide. He clings onto you tight, panting and moaning, the feeling of your tight cunt too much within a few strokes.
“Fuck, M’gonna cum!!” his back arches off the bed, head thrown back against the pillow, “OH FUCK YES” He can’t stop thrusting, holding into your overstimulated form while he empties himself, his orgasm unending.
“Jamiee” you whine, your greedy cunt pulling him back in, his cum spilling everywhere because he’s still throbbing. “You’re making a mess baby”
His eyes roll back at the thought of the warm white cream that’s covering your folds, all of his cum decorating your pussy and it just makes his cock throb more.
“I know-I know doll-Hngg-mph-fuck I can’t stop” his he whines, hiding his face into your neck, his arms nearly limp but his hips don’t stop moving, still rutting up, obscene squelching sounds growing louder. “It’s-its the serum-fucked my cock up, so sensitive, so much cum”
“You’re cumming so much baby”
“Yeah, s’too much, c‘ mom please doll, feels so good, you make me so hard it hurts” he babbles, rolling over so he’s on top, keeping his cock warm, his load soaking the sheets. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding his greedy length in as far as it would go, cuddling his face into your neck again, “m’sorry”
“It’s okay baby, it’s your pussy” you coo and realize what a grave mistake that was because he groans, his cock swelling again, slamming back into you fucjing you with a new purpose.
“S’mine? Fuck, all mine baby?” His eyes are feral now and you feel every ripple and divot is muscle tensed as he fucks harder, “gonna make a mess in my pussy doll, gonna keep busting in my pussy till you have to change the sheets. Gonna empty my cock in my pussy all fuckin’ night”
And he does just that. It takes him minutes for him to finish each time, panting and grunting, feral over how good his orgasms feel and how long they last when he’s thrusting into you till your crying. His mouth gets filthier each time and there’s no stopping it.
“Is your belly all full of cum baby? Did you drink UO every drop your Sargent gave you?”
“Such a pretty milky pussy baby, lookit you, covered in so much cream, get ready for more doll, m’not done”
“Better keep your night free doll, m’fuckin hard and I wanna empty my cock so bad”
His favourite and most unhinged things to do when he’s jealous and possessive is to have you naked on your knees while he jerks himself off, leaning agains t the wall, painting your face and body with ropes of his spend. His eyes squeeze shut as he fucks his fist, thrusting his hips forward when another wave of pleasure consumes him, nearly trembling and buckling over. He cums and cums till your face drips with cum, dribbling down your neck and nipples, and of course he’s going to get you to lie down so he can jerk himself onto your pussy, marking his territory and all you can do is take it while he soaks your-
Steve misses the spotlight-less life he had before becoming an Avenger. He skips the annual Stark Halloween party for a block party across town, where he sees the Reader. He wants her. He needs her. And it is the perfect night to take advantage of his dark side.
Note: Happy week three of Ghostface October! I can’t remember that last time I wrote Dark!Steve, if ever, but I love reading about that version of him. So here’s a Halloween take on him. The title is a play on “Death of a Bachelor;” no characters are going to die or even be at risk. That’s not the fun we’re having today… maybe later. Please let me know how I did with comments and reblogs <3 Happy reading!
He was sick of it. The cameras and smart phones that followed him around a room. The flashes that weren’t subtle. Even if the cameras were banned, there were still the eyes. The whispers.
There goes Captain America. He’s bigger in person than I thought he’d be. He looks so serious.
Sometimes he hated the super serum. Everything about him and around him was too big, too loud, too strong. Just once, he’d like to be able to walk through a crowded room without everyone watching him. When he had voiced this concern to Natasha, she nodded in understanding. Half-joking, she suggested that maybe he should start wearing a mask that covered his whole face. Continuing the joke, she left a box of character masks outside his door the day of the Starks Halloween Bash.
Steve had no intention of attending.
Still, he took a mask. Pairing it with a baggy black sweatshirt and thick cargo pants, he did his best to hide his form.
He wandered New York’s streets. With other revelers out and about, he blended right in. A few people wearing the same mask as him waved or pointed at him with their plastic knives. He only nodded back before continuing on his way.
On a whim, he followed some thumping music around a corner. And then he saw her. Her glittery make-up didn’t completely hide her features. He recognized her from the Tower as one of the secretaries that kept the desk on the ground floor. She was cute. A foam dome rested on her head decorated with iridescent and frilly fabric. Matching dangling ribbons and strings of beads completed her jellyfish look. With the way she was dancing, he could only catch a glimpse of her face every other second.
Maybe she was here and not at Stark’s party for the same reason he was.
Steve joined the party, slowly maneuvering his way over to her.
***
You let out a bubbling of giggles as you twirled. You and your girlfriends and come as a whole school of different kinds of slutty fish. Your clown fish friend’s ribbon stripes barely covered her. As for the twins in their matching skin-tight eel dresses, they had found another Halloweener dressed up like Ursula and were busy “swimming” around her. You were left to dance on your own.
The music shifted. The light show your neighbors had managed switched over to red and purples. It matched your tentacles… stingers…hmm. Maybe you should have done a bit more research into jellyfish anatomy before making this costume.
Then you saw him.
The Ghostface mask was no different than the others you’d seen. But instead of wearing the black robe from the movie, this party goer had elected for a tactical look more commonly seen on social media thirst traps. You didn’t mind. If anything, you appreciated the view of that poor sweatshirt attempting to be baggy over what was an obviously pair of broad shoulders and chest.
Biting your bottom lip, you curled your finger at him, inviting him into the dance.
He hesitated. The mask tilted slightly as he looked left and right. He was so still. With the way the party thrived around, it barely looked like he was moving. With a gasp, you realized how close he’d gotten. Within a few more seconds, his figure was crowding into your space. Your breath hitched.
“Hi,” you said.
***
She was even cuter up close. Her eyes were bright with party adrenaline. And now that he was close, he could fully appreciate how short her costume was. The frilly ribbons that made up the bodice looked like they were held together with hot glue. It wouldn’t take much to pop the pieces apart.
A wet dream began to form in the back of his head. While she danced around him and ground into his body, he thought about taking those tentacles and using them to bind her arms back, pushing out her chest. Maybe he could use another to blindfold and gag her. The front of his pants felt suddenly tight as he thought about splaying her out on his bed, using part of her costume to tie her down.
“Like what you see, Ghosty?” Her voice broke him from his thoughts. She slid her hands up his chest, hovering her lips over where his would be behind the mask. “If I ask you trick or treat, which would you like?”
His hands slid over her hips. With the way her body immediately fell into his, it made his chest heave. But his thoughts were interrupted again by a chorus of cheers.
She looked back with a smile and waved. Her friends. They cheered her on, each one motioning a different obscene gesture.
He chuckled.
“So what’ll it be?” She looked up at him with those pretty eyes. “Trick or treat?”
Ah, what the hell. He deserved this. And she was offering herself up so readily. He leaned close to her ear. “Treat.”
Making her yelp and giggle, he lifted her up over his shoulder. Behind him, her friends continued to cheer before going back to their own dance partners. With this treat over his shoulder, he walked towards the dark alley between apartment buildings.
***
He returned you gently to your feet. When you steadied yourself on his chest, you couldn’t help but give his pecs a squeeze. His chest puffed into your touch. You arched your own chest, offering it up for him to do the same. Instead, he took half a step back.
“Are you up for some extra fun?”
If your friends hadn’t been a few yards away, you would have told him no. But the night was buzzing in your blood. It had been ages since you’d had a stringless fuck. You wanted to be overpowered by him. There would be work in the morning, and the day after that. Your chest ached with the need to let go.
“Alright.”
“I might need to mess up your costume a bit.” To explain, he took hold of one of your skirt tentacles and tied your wrists together over your stomach. “Catch my drift?”
Something about his voice was familiar. But as you nodded, he lightly yanked on another of your skirt ribbons. It came off with a pop. It was one of the frillier ones. He used it to cover your eyes, dimming your vision further in the darkness of the alley. You could still see, kind of, but the fabric was close enough to tease your eyelashes. You found it more comfortable to wear it with your eyes closed.
You could sense his arm moving. Then you startled as he pressed his cheek to yours.
“Shh.” He hummed in your ear, “nothing to fear. I asked for treat, remember? Now let’s see if I can’t turn you actually to jelly.”
He lifted you up onto his hips. Pressing you into the brick wall, he lifted your arms to wrap them over the back of his head. He nuzzled into your neck. Nipping at your shoulder, he began to kiss you breathless by kissing everywhere but where you wanted him. It was ages before he finally pressed his lips to yours. By then, you were canting your body into his. The heat you felt trapped in his tactical gear was inspiring all on its own. Then his tongue licked into yours and you moaned.
“That’s it. Such a pretty little thing.”
You didn’t consider yourself little. But compared to him and his girth, any woman would feel petite and overwhelmed.
He ground his hips into yours, drawing a mewl out of you. “Love those sounds. Keep making ‘em. Let me know how much you like being toyed with. There’s a party within spitting distance, and here you are: grinding on me like you were made for this. Come on. Show me how much you want it.”
His words and movements made you dizzy. Mind hazy, pussy needy, you did as he asked. You begged for more. Without a name, you kept calling him “Ghosty.” He didn’t seem to mind. You tilted and sucked on his pulse point, laving your tongue over the spot in a way you knew would make him think of having your tongue someplace else.
It worked better than you hoped.
In a fumbling of limbs, he removed your arms from his neck and shed his sweatshirt. You still couldn’t see him clearly through your blindfold. But you could make out a t-shirt fighting for its threads against the expanse of his chest. He dropped the sweatshirt onto the concrete before slowly pushing you to your knees.
“Trick or treat?” he grinned.
Your answer was to open your mouth, hanging your tongue out.
His cock was into the open in a second. He wrapped your hands around it. With a knowing smile, he steadied himself on the wall above your head as you used your spit to jerk him off. You could feel him watching the cogs turn in your mind as you mentally prepared to take the girth of him into your mouth… and hopefully into the heat between your legs later. Before you were truly ready, he placed his hand on the back of your head. He went slow, but the heaviness of his touch sent a thrill down your spine. He tapped his length on your tongue before slowly sliding into your mouth.
***
She was perfect.
Steve’s head fell back with a moan. He should have done this ages ago. Finding some pretty thing to take his cock was a no-brainer. But he was Captain America. The gentleman. America’s poster boy of perfection and her well-behaved son. But not tonight. Tonight he belonged to no one. And the woman between his legs was his to take advantage of.
“Just like that.” He panted and cracked open his eyes to watch her. The way her mouth stretched around him almost sent him into oblivion. But he reached down and gripped the base of his cock. It forced her to focus mostly on his tip. Her little kitten licks and eager bobbing was his new favorite thing. But he saw her hand slip underneath the hem of her skirt.
Jealousy flared up in him. He knew her fingers couldn’t match what his were capable of. But he let her enjoy being full with herself and him for a few minutes.
“Do you not trust me, sweetheart?” He suddenly pulled her off his cock.
Her lips came off with a pop. Wavering on her knees, she panted with the rush of fresh air. She yelped when he yanked her back to her feet. Gripping her wrist tight enough to bruise, he lapped her fingers into his mouth. She whimpered to feel his tongue laving over the taste of her slick.
“What kind of a guy do you think I am? If you wanted that little snatch of yours filled with something, you only had to ask. Do you? Do you want it filled with something?”
She was barely nodding before he pressed two fingers over her tongue. She suckled on them desperately. His cock jumped, remembering the movement of her tongue on his length only moments ago. To keep from blowing his load, he quickly shifted those dripping fingers from her mouth to her needy hole. She writhed at the sudden intrusion. Within a few curls, she was a panting, whimpering mess.
Steve grinned. “You really know how to take a man so good, don’t you? My cock in your mouth. My fingers in your pussy.” He didn’t know where all this attitude was coming from within him, but each word seemed to inflame her passion all the more. “I know what you want. You want this cock in that tight sex of yours pounding you back into the bricks. What if I wanted to make you cum on my fingers all night instead, hmm?”
She shook her head. “Please, want to feel you fill me up-“
He cut her off with a harsh kiss. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in alternating time with his fingers between her legs. He could feel her legs needing to buckle.
“I’ve got you. Don’t you worry,” he cooed. Digging his hands into her hair, he inhaled deeply as his nose ran up the curve of her neck. He loved the way that made her shudder. Her shiver made his cock jump. “Gonna make you see stars.” He chuckled at his own joke.
***
You scrambled to ground yourself as he began to fill you. His fingers had brought you right to the edge. His stretch and slow entry about sent you over. But he seemed intent on torturing you with promises pleasure a bit longer. Your knees wobbled with the effort of keeping your feet.
“Aww, poor thing. Need a lift?”
You squeaked as he lifted you. Resting on his hips, his cock speared all the deeper into you. If not for the wall surely shredding the back of your costume, your entire weight would have been sitting on his cock. He wrapped your bound wrists behind his neck again. His mouth found your pulse-point on your neck. Suckling on it, he began to tease rolling his hips.
“More,” you rasped.
“More?” He laughed against your neck. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” But he gave you what you wanted. It was a slow pace and wouldn’t bring you to completion. It was enough to blur the edges of your already inhibited vision. “You don’t even know who I am, and you’re willing to bounce on my cock like it’s your life mission. How sweet of you. Letting me fill you up like this.” He increased his pace. “Would you like me to fill you up more?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“We did both ask for treat, didn’t we?” With a growl, something seemed to snap within him. He began to thrust into you hard.
You did, indeed, begin to see stars.
The impact of him rocked your whole body. It knocked the breath out of your chest. Even without the blindfold, you wouldn’t have been able to keep your eyes open. Nipping at the underside of your jaw, he reminded you that he wanted to hear you. You tried. You really did. But all you could manage were tiny moans and whimpers as his cock thundered away your ability to do anything but claw at his shoulders.
He suddenly spanked your ass. Hard.
You gasped and cried out.
“There you are. Knew you were still in there somewhere.” He swatted you again on your other cheek, though a little less hard. The sound that burst from your lips seemed to please him. His hips stuttered and rolled at a different angle. The change was the last little bit that you needed. He froze, letting you writhe on his cock as you came. “Look at you,” he cooed. His thumb smoothed over your bottom lip. With your mouth open to pant, he pressed his thumb over your tongue. “Gonna ruin you, sweetheart.”
Before you fully recovered, he began his thrusts anew. You cried out as he prolonged your release and threatened to spiral you into another almost immediately.
***
Her cries tugged at some feral need in the back of his lungs. He wanted to hear her scream. He needed to feel her nails clawing up his back. He needed more.
Steve chased the feeling of her walls clamping on his cock again. He’d been able to hold back during the last one, pausing to appreciate the sensation. He didn’t want to hold back.
No more holding back. No more being America’s golden boy. He wanted to gain bliss for himself without worrying what anyone else would think.
The woman could barely string two words together as he chased his own pleasure. He wanted to pull down the blindfold to see how glassy her eyes were, but held back. There was a specific moment when he wanted to reveal his identity. It was dangerous to do so. But she wasn’t complaining about her treatment. If anything, she was doing her best to roll her hips in time with him. But his force was too hard. Too much for her to keep up with. One of her hands pressed against his chest. The fabric of his shirt wrinkled in her touch.
If he wasn’t careful, she would ruin him just as much as he could ruin her.
“Give it to me. Again. Come on. I know you can.” He braced his forearm against the brick, pressing her further into the wall. Her scream bounced off his chest, making his cock twitch within her. With his other hand, he gripped the back of her neck. If he tried, he could probably have reached her pulse points and threatened to black her out. Then he could watch her vision blur over without ruining his surprise.
But she creamed his cock again, screaming her lungs out and he was gone. He filled her, pump after pump. Her pussy held onto him so perfectly. So needy. Like it wanted to milk every drop. He could feel the beads of sweat under his shirt. They chilled in the night air. The woman wasn’t doing much better. Her hair that had been so prettily coifed stuck to her forehead and was mussed. He took extra time to memorize the way she looked hanging on his cock. All those ribbons and her legs dangling.
When he was satisfied, he returned her to her feet. He pressed his hands against her shoulders, pinning her to the wall to keep her on her feet. After replacing his mask, he curled a finger under her blindfold and tugged it away.
***
You were slightly disappointed that he had covered his face again. Then again, your vision was still kind of blurry, so you still wouldn’t have seen him.
When he reached into his back pocket, you thought he was going for his phone. Eagerly you reached for it, very willing to put in your number for any future booty calls.
He shoved a couple of bills into your bra. “For Plan B.”
You took them out, frowning at them. A fifty and a twenty. It was enough, and then some, sure. He was really going to cut you off after this. You frowned up at him. “I don’t appreciate being paid off like a whore.”
“You were screaming like one a few minutes ago.”
As much as you hated it, your pussy clenched with the statement. You cleared your throat. “That’s besides the point.”
“Is it?” He pressed into your space again. His hand slid up your body up to your throat. As a twinge of panic set in, his head titled to one side. “I want to make sure you’re taken care of. Is that so wrong? Besides,” he leaned close to your ear, “I’d hate for your job at Avenger’s Tower to be compromised by a surprise pregnancy.”
You stiffened. He knew where you worked? Trembling, you began to mentally run through the safety protocols and who you could call. Then he lifted up his mask. You gasped.
“Shhh.” He tapped his lips with his index finger before doing the same to yours. “No one would ever believe you. But now, if you ever need to be reminded of how much a slut you can be, you know where to find me.”
As he lowered his mask, you were frozen in place. He booped your nose, making you flinch. Before he felt you there, he gently slipped the cash out of your hands so he could replace it back into your bra. He copped an extra feel of your chest, then disappeared into the night.
***
Her reaction had been perfect.
She’ll come find me. It’s only a matter of time.
For a bit of extra fun, he found a shadowy place to watch how long you’d think about his challenge.
To his delight, it wasn’t five minutes before his phone began to buzz.
“That didn’t take long.” He grinned. As his tryst stammered on the other side of the line, he decided for her. “Where’s your apartment? I think it’s time I accepted my treat after playing around in your trick. Don’t you?”
Her address came out in a pretty gush of breathlessness. Already he was achingly hard again. With a bright smile behind his mask, he headed that way, stealthily following her through the remnants of the block party. She kept looking back. But Steve stayed out of sight. He loved the way she jumped at the slightest movement of the shadows like a terrified rabbit.
Why had he waited so long before taking advantage of this side of himself?
Now that he’d had her, maybe he’d never let her go.
The GIF is not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.
Summary : You recently joined the Avengers, and everyone has accepted you except for Bucky. Now, the challenge lies in proving him wrong, but can you succeed changing his mind and earn his trust? Or do you have to do more to earn it? (geez, I’m suck at this)
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)
Word Count: Around 10k (I know it's a bit long, I got carried away. Sorry) → smut is like 4k hehe
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, and it’s a smut one at that. English isn't my first language, so apologies for any mistakes or bad grammar. I hope you still enjoy the story!
Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3
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These are the aesthetic for part 1 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)
You've always been a dependable agent ever since you were young, someone who could handle the toughest missions without letting your emotions get in the way. Nick Fury spotted your potential when you were just a kid, taking you under his wing. It was his belief in you that kept you going, and it all led to the thrilling moment when he thought it was time for you to join the Avengers. After all those years of hard work, it felt like a dream come true.
Then came your first day with the team. You'd just joined, and they wanted to see how good you were in a fight. You almost beat Natasha in a really intense battle, proving to everyone that you totally belonged with the Avengers. Your determination to show your worth never wavered. But there was this one guy, Bucky Barnes, who just couldn't seem to trust you no matter what.
On your first day with the Avengers, the training room buzzed with anticipation as you faced off against Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. It was a test of your combat skills, a way to see if you had what it took to be part of Earth's mightiest heroes. The desire to become one of them, although it might sound cliché and cringey, burned within you.
The Avengers, including Nick Fury, Captain America, Iron Man, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Thor, watched from up above, all curious and eager to see how you'd do. Their faces showed they were rooting for you.
However, as you glanced upward to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto Bucky Barnes. He stood there, solitary and stern, arms crossed over his chest. His intense gaze bore into you, but unlike the other Avengers, his expression was far from encouraging. There was a deep skepticism in his eyes, a doubt that seemed unshakable, and it cast a shadow over your determination to prove yourself to the team.
Natasha, dressed in her familiar black outfit, gave you a serious look that made you stop staring up. When she spoke, you turned your attention to her. "Think you've got this, newbie?" she teased, a touch of amusement in her voice.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was your moment to prove yourself, and there was no turning back. The weight of your new Avengers uniform felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "I'm ready, Natasha.", you responded with determination. You weren't going to back down now.
Natasha grinned. "We'll see about that."
The two of you circled each other, and then, without warning, Natasha lunged at you with lightning speed. Her attack was quick and precise, but you were able to block it, thanks to your training. As the two of you sparred, the crowd cheered and shouted their support. It was a battle of wits and willpower, and neither of you was willing to give up.
"You're good," Natasha admitted, her voice dripping with genuine admiration. "But let's see how you handle this." With a fluid motion, she unleashed a series of acrobatic moves, flipping and twisting through the air before landing gracefully behind you.
You spun around to face her, sweat beading on your forehead. "Impressive, but I'm not done yet."
The fight continued, and you pushed yourself to keep up with Natasha's relentless assault. Your training and instincts kicked in, and you began to hold your own. It was a back-and-forth battle, each of you landing hits and dodging the other's attacks.
But Natasha was more experienced than you, and eventually, she managed to overpower you. She had you pinned to the ground, her face inches away from yours. You struggled against her grip, but she held you firmly in place. "Had enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the determination you had left. "Not a chance," you replied, refusing to admit defeat.
The crowd went wild as Natasha delivered the final blow, knocking you out. She stood there, victorious, a small smile playing on her lips acknowledging your impressive performance. "Good fight," she said, extending a hand to help you up.
You accepted her hand, "Thanks, Natasha. You're incredible."
The room erupted in applause, and everyone from the observation deck descended to congratulate you. Fury, wearing a proud smile, gave you a warm hug. "Well done, Y/N. You're officially part of the team," he declared, his words filled with pride. He whispered, "I'm proud of you, Y/N," and it meant the world to you.
But amid the celebration with your new teammates, there was one person who didn't seem as thrilled. James "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stood in a quiet corner of the room, his expression inscrutable.
You had felt his presence throughout the entire match, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Bucky's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then he turned and left the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.
Bucky went out of his way to undermine your confidence, pushing you to the brink of quitting time and time again. His words still fresh in your mind. "I don't think you're cut out for this, kid. This isn't a game. It's a matter of life and death. You’re not ready for this."
It hurt. You didn't understand why he was so determined to bring you down. What had you done to make him dislike you so much? Despite Bucky's relentless doubts, you refused to back down. You were determined to earn his respect, just as you had with the rest of the team.
So, every day, you trained harder, pushed yourself further, and proved your worth on every mission. Your hope was that one day, Bucky would finally see you for the capable agent you truly were and put his doubts to rest once and for all.
One day, as you were making your way to the gym, the sound of voices caught your attention. It was Bucky and Steve, engaged in a hushed conversation that seemed to revolve around you. Curiosity piqued, you tried to maintain a discreet distance, keen on hearing what they were saying. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help yourself.
"Buck, I think you're being too hard on her. She's a good fighter and she's eager to learn," Steve argued.
Bucky's skepticism remained unshaken. "I'm just trying to watch out for the team. She's a liability, not ready for this kind of responsibility."
Steve being the optimist pushed back gently, his support for you evident in his tone. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."
Bucky's voice grew firmer as he explained his perspective. "She's only here 'cause Nick Fury vouched for her. There are others who deserve this chance more. I could name a couple who'd fit better on this team than her."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, casting doubt on your worthiness. It was difficult to hear that the person you looked up to and wanted to prove yourself to was actually against you, even though Bucky's argument was valid.
You couldn't help but question if your acceptance into the Avengers was indeed solely because of Fury. You had always believed that your spot on the Avengers was earned through your skills and dedication. Bucky's doubts made you second-guess if you had truly earned your place.
"Buck, there's more to it than that," Steve replied, his voice steady. "Just be patient with her."
Unable to endure the conversation any longer, your heart felt heavy as you turned away, doing your best to conceal the hurt that washed over your face. With resolve, you changed your course and headed towards the field track, hoping a run would help clear your mind.
Later, as the sun set on the horizon, you were still out running laps. Your thoughts were racing, and your body was aching, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.
"You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep pushing like that."
You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Bucky standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.
Caught off guard, you tried to put on a brave face. "I'm okay," you lied, attempting to hide the pain that was clearly etched on your face. Stopping abruptly had caused your feet to throb with discomfort.
Bucky, however, wasn't buying your façade. He narrowed his eyes, his concern deepening. "You're not. You're hurt."
In response, you shook your head stubbornly, your pride urging you to push through the pain. "I'll manage," you insisted, even though every step sent a sharp twinge through your feet.
Bucky's gaze remained sharp and unwavering. "You're not fooling anyone with that."
Deep down, you knew he was right. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and your stubbornness could only take you so far. But in that moment, you weren't quite ready to admit defeat or show weakness, especially not to someone like Bucky.
Bucky took a step closer, his expression resolute. "Come on, we're heading inside," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“I'm okay, I can-." You began to protest, but he interrupted you firmly, "Y/N, enough. This is an order. You're only making my job more difficult by trying to tough it out. Let's go, and I don't want to hear another word from you."
Reluctantly, you fell silent and went along with Bucky, allowing him to guide you back to the facility. As you walked, you couldn't help but mull over his earlier words, "You're making my job harder by trying to tough it out." It left you wondering why he cared or felt responsible for you, especially when you believed he disliked you.
Once inside, Bucky seated you and fetched a glass of water. Taking a sip, you felt a wave of relief as it helped ease some of your fatigue. Then, without uttering a word, Bucky briefly stepped away, returning in less than a minute with bandages and medicine in hand.
Your curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist asking, "What's all that for?" Your eyes were drawn to the medical supplies.
"Take off your shoes and socks," Bucky directed, his tone brooking no dissent.
"I don't think I need..." You began to protest, but a quick glance at Bucky's determined face made it clear that there was no room for discussion.
Letting out a sigh, you gave in and removed your shoes and socks. What you saw shocked you: your feet were in a terrible state, bleeding and covered with painful blisters, a clear result of your overly enthusiastic run.
You heard Bucky mutter a curse under his breath as he knelt down in front of you. "Bucky, seriously, I can handle it," you tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Just stay put and let me take care of this." His voice was firm, and he got to work tending to your battered feet. Gently, he placed your feet on his lap, starting to clean the cuts on your soles. You winced slightly as the sting of the alcohol met the open wounds.
While he busied himself tending to your injuries, you found your gaze drifting to him. Bucky was undeniably handsome and hot, you couldn't help but appreciate his appearance. As your eyes met his, he suddenly looked up at you.
"Got something on your mind?" he asked, his expression as enigmatic as ever.
You blinked, realizing that you'd been staring. Heat crept into your cheeks as you stammered, "I, uh, have an issue with my shoes." You finally managed to say, though it wasn't exactly the eloquent response you'd hoped for.
Bucky, his expression unamused, retorted, "Well, that's clear." After he finished bandaging your wounds, he added, "But there's more to it than just your shoes."
"You can't be out here, pushing yourself so hard if you're going to injure yourself. This isn't a game. You must take care of yourself. You can't expect to get the full experience if you're going to hurt yourself." His words were harsh, but they were true.
"I know," you admitted with a sigh, guilt gnawing at you. "I just got caught up and lost track of time. It's not that bad."
Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Not that bad?" He challenged you. "Then stand up. Let's see how not that bad it really is."
Your cheeks burned. You could already feel the ache in your legs and the throbbing pain in your feet. But you refused to show any weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.
"Fine." With a determined look, you pushed yourself up from the chair, wincing as you put weight on your injured soles. Your feet stung, and your muscles were sore, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through it.
Bucky couldn't help but scoff, clearly frustrated with your stubbornness and tendency to challenge him. "You want to be part of this team, right?"
You nodded, your determination unwavering despite the discomfort. "Yeah, I do.”
"Then you need to stop being reckless and start acting like an Avenger. We can't afford to have someone on our team who's too stubborn to admit when they're injured. It's only gonna make things worse." he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe you could start by, I don't know, following orders and not talking back every chance you get."
The harshness in his words took you by surprise, but they also cut deep. Because you knew he was right.
With that he left the room, leaving you behind to wallow in shame. You knew he was right. But it hurt, especially coming from him.
Weeks later, you received the news that you'd be joining the team on your very first mission. The excitement bubbled up inside you as you geared up for the assignment. But as the mission unfolded, things took a turn for the worse.
You spotted a group of enemies heading for a crowded area and impulsively decided to engage them without waiting for the team's signal or support. Your intentions were to protect the civilians, but your recklessness got the best of you. Your impulsive move led to a chaotic firefight, and in the midst of the chaos, a civilian stumbled into the line of fire, narrowly escaping harm.
Bucky, who had been keeping an eye on you, witnessed the entire sequence of events unfold. His anger and frustration boiled over as he watched you put not only yourself but also innocent bystanders in danger.
Inside the quinjet, as the mission concluded, he couldn't contain his fury any longer. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?!" he erupted, his voice echoing in the confined space.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and regret.
"Sorry isn't good enough!" Bucky snapped, his intense gaze burning into you. You couldn't bear to meet his eyes, and instead, you cast your gaze downward, your hands trembling with the weight of your mistake.
"If you're gonna keep making mistakes like that, then maybe you don't belong on this team. You could've gotten someone killed back there." His words stung, but he was right.
Natasha stepped in to defend you, "Bucky, it was an accident, and it was her first mission. Everyone makes mistake.”
Bucky didn't back down. "Yeah, and accidents can cost lives, Nat. She need to be more careful," he retorted, glaring back at you. "You can't afford to be an idiot like that out there. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, his anger getting the best of him.
Clint said, "Hey! Enough. She's done enough of a beating already, I know she can do better next time."
"There might not be a next time," Bucky grumbled.
Confusion and worry welled up inside you. 'What do you mean by that?' you wondered silently, unable to find your voice.
Bucky's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "Maybe she should think twice about putting others at risk if she can't handle it."
You turned your gaze away, determined not to let the tears fall. Tony took charge of the situation, his voice steady and reassuring. "Alright, that's enough," Tony declared firmly. "We're all on edge right now after what happened. We all know she can do better, and we'll address it later. For now, let's just concentrate on getting back home."
The rest of the ride was filled with tension, Bucky's glare never leaving you as you tried your best to avoid his gaze.
Wanda noticed your discomfort and moved over to sit next to you. She placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and asked gently, "How are you holding up?"
You appreciated Wanda's concern and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I'll be okay," you replied softly. "Just need some time to process everything. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed."
Wanda patted your shoulder again, offering more comfort. "Mistakes are part of learning, especially on your first mission. Remember, the key is to learn from them and get better. Don't let Bucky's words get to you too much."
You let out a weary sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, I know.”
The quinjet touched down on the landing pad, and a sense of relief washed over you as you realized you were finally back home. This was it. You were finally home. "We'll talk later, okay?" Wanda asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.
You nodded appreciatively at her and quickly made your way to your room. You wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the guilt and shame were too much to bear.
About a month after the incident, news of another mission started to circulate rapidly around the Avengers' headquarters. The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions—both excitement and anxiety. This mission was your chance to redeem yourself after the missteps on your first assignment.
Determined to discuss your readiness for this new mission, you sought out Steve. As you approached his office, you noticed him engrossed in reading some files. You gently knocked on the open door.
"Hi Steve, may I come in?" you asked politely.
Steve looked up from the files and offered you a welcoming smile. He promptly closed the documents and gestured for you to enter. "Of course, come in Y/N." You stepped into his office, and he continued, "How are you doing, by the way?" Steve motioned for you to take a seat, showing genuine concern.
You settled into the chair across from him and fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the right words. "I'm good, better than what happened last time..." You paused, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about last time..."
Steve's warm smile remained reassuring. "Hey, Y/N, that's okay. We all make mistakes," he said with a reassuring tone, "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, okay?" His kindness and understanding were a comfort, making you feel grateful for his leadership and support.
"So, what brings you here?" Steve asked with a welcoming smile.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I heard there's another mission in 2 days..." After a pause, you continued, "But I haven't received the assignment or briefing for it..."
Steve's friendly expression faltered, and he sighed. "Y/N, about that..." He looked genuinely conflicted. "We already have teams assigned to cover that mission. You don't need to worry about it."
Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was becoming increasingly clear that you were being sidelined. "Is this because of what happened on the last mission?" You finally voiced your concern, your tone a mix of frustration and hurt.
Steve must've noticed the change in your tone. "Y/N, there'll be plenty of missions, and you'll definitely join the next one, okay?"
You took a deep breath and forced a smile, masking the pain that was gnawing at you. "Ah, okay, Steve." You chuckled, though it felt forced. "That's alright, I was just curious.”
Steve smiled weakly, but you could tell he understood your disappointment. "Y/N..."
You got up from the seat, disappointment heavy in your chest. You knew this was likely Bucky's doing. "Thank you, Captain, for the information. Good luck on the mission!" With that, you turned and left the room, trying to hide your frustration and disappointment.
As everyone prepared to leave for the mission, they bid you farewell, their expressions filled with sympathy. You knew they felt sorry for leaving you behind in the tower. Watching them depart filled you with a profound sense of sadness, knowing you couldn't join them.
You returned to your room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the TV, but nothing captured your interest. Your mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, and the guilt and frustration gnawed at you.
After a futile attempt at watching TV, you tried to occupy yourself with a book, but the words on the pages blurred together as your thoughts remained fixated on the mission. With a sigh, you put the book down, realizing you were too distracted to read.
Restlessly, you paced around your room, contemplating various ways to improve your skills and prove that you were a valuable member of the team. Maybe you could spend some time in the training room or review combat strategies. You knew you had to keep pushing yourself to become better.
Eventually, you settled on the idea of practicing your marksmanship in the training room. Grabbing your gear, you headed there with determination in your step, determined to make the most of your time while the team was away on the mission.
Inside the gym, you started with some intense punching and kicking exercises. It felt great to release your anger, sadness, and disappointment through physical exertion. As you pummeled the sandbag, you couldn't help but imagine it as Bucky's face, channeling your frustration and resentment into each punch and kick. You unleashed your emotions on the inanimate object, giving it your all to cope with the overwhelming mix of feelings inside you.
Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the occasional tear, but you didn't let up. You wiped away the sweat and tears from your face. "What" punch "Do" punch "I" kick "Have" punch "To" kick "Do" punch "To" punch "Prove" punch "To" punch "You" kick "That" kick "I'm" punch "Just" kick "As" kick "Good" kick "As" punch "Them" punch kick punch kick.
Why were you treated this way? What had you done to earn Bucky's disdain? How could you prove your worth to him? Frustration boiled inside you, reaching its peak as you let out a guttural scream, causing the sandbag to plummet from the force of your final blow.
Panting, you collapsed on the gym floor, you were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you felt a strange sense of relief. You clenched and unclenching your fists. You flexed your fingers and winced as the pain shot through them.
You chose to ignore the pain and you slowly got up from the gym floor. You knew you had pushed yourself too hard, but it was the only way you could vent your frustration and anger.
Limping, you made your way towards the bench where you had left your belongings. The room felt heavy with the echo of your pounding. Your trembling hand found the familiar coolness of your water bottle, and you clutched it tightly, taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid soothed your parched throat.
Just as you were catching your breath, Bucky unexpectedly strolled into the room. His presence surprised you, you hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not him.
His gaze, sharp and perceptive, honed in on your movements, "Still trying to prove yourself, huh?" he remarked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, his tone laced with doubt.
You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of his skepticism. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone, including you," you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your body. "I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes our way. Maybe you should worry less about what I'm doing and more about why you're not on the mission with the rest of the team."
Bucky's expression remained inscrutable, his indifference a stark contrast to your determination. He nonchalantly shrugged, an aloof response to your pointed words.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, your frustration with him boiling over. "Whatever, Barnes. Keep your doubts to yourself."
You began packing up your belongings, a clear signal that you were ready to depart from his presence. You suspected he was still watching you, his intense gaze never wavering, but you wanted nothing more than to distance yourself from him. It felt like he was deliberately keeping you from the mission, and the resentment simmered within you.
After finishing packing, you headed towards the exit, but Bucky halted you by grabbing your hand. You turned around, irritation clear in your eyes. "What do you want, Barnes?" you snapped, trying to pull your hand away. “What the hell? Let me go!”
Ignoring your protest, he led you back to the training area, placing you in front of him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. Did he intend to spar with you? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air, making the atmosphere tense.
You stood your ground, your nervousness growing with every passing second. "What? Scared?" Bucky teased, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, refusing to let his taunts unnerve you. You managed a fake smile and replied, "Of you? No. Why would I be?" Determined not to show any fear.
Bucky's smirk widened as he said, "Well, you should be." He locked eyes with you and asked, "Ready?" The challenge in his tone was clear.
You took another deep breath, squared your shoulders, and met his gaze head-on. "Alright, Bucky. I'm game. What's the plan?" Your voice remained steady, even as your nerves continued to buzz beneath the surface.
Bucky's lips curved into a smirk. He motioned towards the training mats, his movements smooth and practiced. "Just try to land a hit on me."
Without a moment's warning, he lunged at you, his attack swift and precise. You barely managed to block it in time, the impact sending a jolt through your arms.
Taking a moment to catch your breath, you felt a sting to your pride. "Just one hit?" you questioned, a mixture of disbelief and defiance in your voice. Did he genuinely doubt your abilities? Determination flared in your eyes as you prepared to prove him wrong.
He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. Come on, you're starting to bore me." You gritted your teeth and launched into your counterattack.
The atmosphere in the training room grew tense as you continued your attempts to land a hit on Bucky. Each time you launched an attack, he seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking your punches and kicks. It was as if he had an innate ability to read your intentions, and it left you feeling frustrated and somewhat helpless.
With each failed attempt, Bucky's smirk grew wider, and he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his tone dripping with playful mockery. "You've got to do better than that if you want to stand a chance."
His words stung, and they fueled your determination. You were well aware that Bucky was pushing your buttons, trying to rile you up, but you refused to let it show. You had a point to prove, not only to him but to yourself as well.
You decided to take another shot, launching into a new round of attacks, hoping to catch Bucky off guard. But just like before, he expertly caught your wrist each time, preventing your strikes from connecting. Frustration gnawed at you, and you let out an audible groan each time he effortlessly pinned your arms behind your back and pushed you back.
Bucky didn't hold back with his taunts either. "Is that the best you've got, doll?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've seen other recruits do better. What happened to all those praises they were singing about you?"
Taking a deep breath, you tried to surprise him with a sudden kick, but Bucky saw through your move. He even managed to catch your legs mid-kick, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.
His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he quipped, "Doll, I expected better than that. That was just plain bad."
You took a deep breath, frustration fueling your determination. This time, you decided to go all out. You lunged at him with full force, no holding back, hoping to land a solid hit. His dodge and blocks were frustratingly precise, but you didn't give in.
Finally, you managed to back him into a wall, and you saw an opening. You went for a powerful kick, but he swiftly caught your leg, pulling it towards him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, your front pressed firmly against the hard surface.
"Doll, nice try," Bucky said, his tone edged with approval, "but you've still got long ways to go."
You groaned as he pinned you to the wall, frustrated since you couldn't beat him. "Fuck!"
He chuckled lowly, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his face mere inches from yours. "Language, sweetheart."
The feeling of his body pressed against yours sent tingles down your spine, and you tried to keep your breathing under control, your cheeks flushing.
Bucky seemed to notice your blush and couldn't resist a teasing remark. He leaned in even closer, his voice dripping with playful mischief. “What's the matter, doll? Is it too hot in here?" he teased, pressing himself closer to you.
Your blush deepened as he teased you, and you turned your head away from him, not able to meet his gaze. "You know what? You're seriously annoying."
Bucky's smile only grew wider, and he didn't let up. "Aw, come on, doll. Getting all worked up because you can't keep up?" he goaded, his warm breath tickling your neck. His face was even closer now, his eyes dark with a look you'd never seen before.
You huffed in exasperation, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. "I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," you shot back, your competitive spirit coming to the forefront.
Bucky chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "Well then," he challenged, his tone inviting. "Prove it. Try to break free from my hold."
Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. "Okay," you agreed, your tone confident. You decided to take Bucky's challenge head-on.
With a swift and calculated move, you attempted to break free from his hold, using all the skills you had acquired during your training with the Avengers. Bucky, ever the skilled fighter, didn't make it easy, but you were determined not to give in.
You tried and tried, but you couldn't seem to break free from his strong hold. You were both sweating, the effort causing the air around you to grow thicker and heavier. You could feel his chest pressed against your body, muscles flexing as he maintained the firm grip he had on you.
Finally, after what felt like hours, you were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to give in. In that moment, with your bodies pressed together and the heat between you almost unbearable, something changed. You felt his hold on you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to spin around, pinning him to the wall.
A surprised chuckle escaped his lips, clearly caught off guard by your sudden move. His eyes, filled with desire, locked onto yours, and the tension between you seemed to reach a boiling point.
You couldn't help but smirk as you managed to gain the upper hand, "Huh, I wi-" But before you could finish, he swiftly turned the tables, pinning you back against the wall.
He chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Not quite, doll." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, his voice low.
You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his arm pressing against your skin. "You were saying?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.
You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you reach a fever pitch. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
Your frustration bubbled up, and you couldn't help but shake your head in response. "That's not fair!" you protested, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I managed to break free from your hold. Doesn't that count for something?"
He chuckled, "Not it doesn't. You've still got a lot to learn. I could've easily gotten the upper hand on you again. The moment you let your guard down is the moment you lose the fight."
You clenched your jaw and stared into his blue eyes, not backing down from his challenge. "Okay enough with the taunting. I'm not afraid of you, Barnes."
His lips were so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. "You should be, doll," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
A moment passed between the two of you, and then, as if a dam had broken, he kissed you hard, it made you surprised, you gasped on his mouth and felt his tongue exploring you.
Your heart was pounding, the excitement building as you kissed him back. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you grew.
"God, Y/N," he groaned against your mouth. His metal hand reached for your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You moaned at the friction, feeling your body responding to his touch.
The training room was forgotten as the two of you gave in to your desires, the heat between you driving you both wild. You knew it was a bad idea, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of it all.
"Bucky..." You panted, feeling his lips and teeth exploring your neck, his tongue licking you, tasting you.
The sound of his name on your lips sent him over the edge, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands found their way under your yoga pants, gripping your ass. He bit down on your lip, drawing a small moan from you. You could feel him smile into the kiss.
"Fuck, doll. You like this? Me fucking you against the wall?" he groaned against your mouth.
You nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “Tell me, do you want more?"
"Yes," you breathed, your body trembling with need.
"Tell me," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.
"I want you, Bucky…. please."
"Beg for it," he growled, his hands moving to the front of your yoga pants. He tugged them down, the cold air hitting your wet core, his hand quickly finding its way between your thighs. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.
"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his fingers slipping into your panties, finding your wetness. "So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Is this what you want, doll?"
"Yes!" you cried out, your hands grasping at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. "Please," you moaned, your hips bucking against his.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you writhe and moan beneath him. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip your breast. He groped you hard, squeezing and massaging you through your sports bra.
"Put your hands up," he commanded, pulling his fingers out of you. You complied, your hands reaching above your head. He pulled up your bra, exposing your breasts to him.
"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. You moaned, your hips bucking against him as he sucked and nibbled on your breasts.
"So responsive," he chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs once again, his fingers dipping into your wetness. "Such a wet little girl. You're dripping for me."
"You like this?" He growled, his fingers rubbing your clit, his thumb sliding up and down your slick folds. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "Tell me were you already wet when we started sparring? Did you want me to pin you against the wall? To fuck you hard?"
You couldn't respond, the pleasure was too much. You were teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. "Please, Bucky..." you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, desperately seeking release.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, right here, in the training room, where anyone could walk in and see us?"
He was right, you didn't even think of that possibility. You shook your head, "No.. of course not... it's just the heat of the moment... It's just... we're alone right now."
"You sure about that, doll? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard someone walk by a few minutes ago. What if it was Clint? Or worse, what if it was Fury? I bet he would love to see this. His little protégé, getting fucked by the Winter Soldier."
You froze, your eyes wide.
"You know what?" He chuckled, "Let's put on a show for them. Let them watch. Let them see how you beg and scream for me."
“Cat’s got your tongue doll? Where are all the firey comebacks now? Nothing to say?” Your mind was in a state of shock. You tried to think, who was it? But Bucky was stroking you at a relentless pace, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
"You want me to make you cum, doll? To make you scream my name?"
"Yes," you panted, you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was release. Your body trembling as he drove you closer to the edge.
He reached up, gripping your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "I've wanted to fuck your attitude out of you ever since you came to the compound, doll,” he said, his voice husky with lust. "Watching you fight, all that fire, all that passion, it makes me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you right here, to show you who's in control."
You couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure building, "I'm so close... Bucky," you moaned. You were so close, and he was taking you to new heights. You couldn't stop yourself, you could feel yourself losing control.
"Yeah I can tell, you're tightening around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Beg for it, and maybe I'll let you," he teased, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, faster and faster, sending you over the edge.
"Please, Bucky..." you cried, your hips bucking against his hand.
He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined in frustration. "What the hell, Barnes?”
"Now, now," he tsked, his fingers trailing down your stomach, and stopping at your hip. "You don't get to come until I say so, doll," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
"But, please, I'm so close," you begged, the frustration almost unbearable.
"I know, but you need to learn who's in charge, and it's not you," he said, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan. "You have to obey my orders, Y/N."
"What the fuck, Barnes!" You screamed at him feeling angry at how he toyed with you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He grabbed your hair and pulled it down making you winched in pain, "What did you fucking say to me?" He grabbed it harder when you didn’t answer him.
"Ouch." You winced in pain.
Bucky's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip. “First, you need to watch that mouth of yours." He was breathing heavily, his voice rough and commanding. "Or I'm going to shove my dick in it and put you in your place." he warned, his hand moving to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him.
You gulped down at his threat. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice, but your pussy clenched at the thought of taking him into your mouth.
"Second," he continued, his grip loosening slightly. "You need to learn that you don't get to question my orders, doll. You're going to be a good girl and listen."
You stared at him, unable to speak. He was serious.
"Answer me Y/N or I will leave you here, frustrated and wanting more," He threatened.
You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, his dominance and authority turning you on even more.
"Yes please, I'll obey," you said, your voice shaking slightly.
"Good girl, that’s more like it," he murmured, his metal hand coming up to caress your cheek. Bucky leaned closer and kissed your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. He was sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your mouth. He kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck.
"Now, where are we?" He asked, his fingers back on your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. He was torturing you, teasing you.
He smiled wickedly, his hand moving from your clit and slipping inside you. He pushed two fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.
You wanted to scream and yell at him, but you were unable to speak, the pleasure and the need for release overwhelming. You were panting and moaning, your eyes closed shut as you were trying not to come.
"Not yet." he growled. He pushed a third fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.
"Beg," he commanded, his voice firm.
"Please, please, please, Bucky," you whimpered.
"Louder," he ordered.
"Please!" you whimpered, the desire and need taking over. "Please, Bucky, fuck my pussy and let me come," you begged. You felt your inside tightening, you need to come right now.
Bucky leaned closer and kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. He moaned into your mouth, his fingers still pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit. "No," he said, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his blue ones. He smirked, seeing that you were close. "If you come before I tell you, I will punish you, doll."
Your eyes widened and your whole body shook with fear.
"Do you understand?" He asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside you.
"Yes, yes, I understand."
He chuckled, "You're a needy little slut, aren't you? You'd beg for my cock too, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," you moaned, the word falling from your lips without a second thought. "Please, Bucky, I need to come. I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast," you begged, the words tumbling from your lips.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up their pace. "You're gonna cum for me now, doll. You're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then, when you've recovered, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna make you scream my name."
You moaned loudly as his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his words sending a thrill through you.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, doll? Having my cock buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless?"
"Yes, yes, yes," you panted, the pleasure building. He added another finger and curled them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and you gasped.
"That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me. Let me hear you."
"I... I'm gonna..." you moaned, the pleasure building in your body. You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure overwhelming you,
"Come now!," he ordered his fingers working even faster, and suddenly, you exploded.
"BUCKY!" You screamed, your body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your body was trembling, and your juices were flowing freely down his fingers
"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers slowing, drawing out the last of your orgasm, licking them clean. “Delicious," he murmured.
You panted, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered you to the floor, your legs shaky from the intense pleasure.
Bucky chuckled, seeing the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, doll," he said, leaning down and kissing you. "We're just getting started."
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
Your knees trembled and you looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You did as you were told, dropping to your knees. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed. "Suck my cock." His voice firm and authoritative
Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him slowly unzip his pants, his thick, hard cock springing free. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. The serum must did something to him, as his member was definitely bigger than any man you'd seen before.
"Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his eyes dark with lust.
You slowly reached up and grasped his thick shaft in your hand, feeling the hot, smooth skin, marveling at the size of him. You felt a jolt of excitement run through your body as you stroked his length, feeling him twitch in your hand. You could feel yourself growing wet as you continued to stroke his cock, his member growing even harder under your touch.
His fingers tangling in your hair "Now, put my cock in your pretty mouth, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire.
You lowered your head and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.
You hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, his cock hitting the back of your throat.
You felt a surge of pleasure run through your body as you sucked his cock, loving the taste and feel of him in your mouth. You could feel his grip tightening on your hair as you continued to suck him, your tongue dancing along his length.
You didn't have any practice beforehand, but you are naturally gifted hearing praises, such as "Mmm, that's it.”, "Just like that.", “Fuck, you are good.” and the way his thighs trembled beside your ears were a tell-tale sign that you were doing great.
"You look so good like this," he moaned, his hand holding onto the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock. "I've imagined you sucking me off before."
His words made you moan around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
"You're taking my cock so well, like you were made for it."
You whimpered around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat once again. The feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him, and the way he praised you were pushing you closer to the edge.
"God, your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "Such a good little slut, aren't you, doll?"
You felt your pussy clench at his words, your arousal growing with every stroke of his cock. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, loving the sounds of his moans.
His fingers tugged at your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing together to send another rush of pleasure through your body. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.
You whimpered, your eyes watering as he pounded into your mouth. You could barely breathe, his thick cock stretching your throat as he fucked your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, your arousal coating your thighs as he mouth-fucked you.
"Oh yeah, you love this, don't you?" He groaned. "You love choking on my cock." As he thrust his cock into your mouth, his hands travelled to your breast, squeezing them hard, making you moan.
He groaned as you continued to suck, his grip on your hair tightening, the pain sending another wave of pleasure through your body. He was fucking your mouth ruthless, the wet slurping sounds were the only sound in the room. And the sounds he was making was almost enough to make you cum.
It became harder to breath with each stroke of his cock meeting the back of your throat, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, the pain and pleasure mixing together.
He looked down at you, the sight of your mouth around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for breath and tears running down your face.
"Look at you, what a mess you are," he smirked, his eyes raking over your body. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"
You felt your face flush, his words making your pussy ache with need. You whimpered, the need to be filled by his cock becoming unbearable.
"Do you want me to fuck you, doll? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you can't walk tomorrow?"
You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me, Bucky." You couldn’t think straight, you had no filter, you were just saying whatever came to mind.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. "Say it," he growled, his eyes dark and dangerous.
"Please, Bucky," you said, your voice pleading.
"Try better than that," he said, his voice firm.
"Please fuck me, Sergeant," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "Please fuck me hard and fast until I can't walk. Please use me however you want."
He smiled wickedly. "Your words, not mine. Be careful for what you wish for, doll."
He shoved you onto the floor, his body looming over you. "On the floor. On all fours now," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding.
You scrambled to comply, getting onto your hands and knees. Your heart racing as he positioned himself behind you.
"Spread your legs," he said, and you complied.
He knelt behind you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your skin. You could feel his hands on your hips, his cock rubbing against your wetness.
"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.
You stayed quiet waiting for him. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for me, I'm gonna make you forget everything, except my name."
His words sent a shiver through your body, his tone full of dominance and power.
"And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget me, Y/N. You'll always remember me, remember the way I made you feel."
You could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance, teasing you, tormenting you. His hands running over your ass. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you. You understand?"
"Yes," you moaned, your voice breathy. "I understand."
"Good girl," he said, and with that, he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body quivering as he stretched you. "Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, his hips snapping against you, his cock buried deep inside of you. "So fucking perfect."
You cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move, his pace slow and steady, his cock stretching you with each thrust.
"Oh god," you moaned, your voice echoing in the room.
"You like that, Y/N?" As he slammed his cock into you, his voice full of lust.
"Yes," you moaned, the sensation driving you wild.
"That's right, doll, take my cock," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take all of it." He was rough, his pace fast and unforgiving, his cock filling you to the brim with every thrust. You cried out, the pleasure and pain mingling into a sweet symphony.
You moaned, your body shaking as he fucked you. He was pounding into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your body was on fire, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. "Who's pussy is this?," He asked.
"It's yours," you gasped, your body trembling.
"Say it again," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster and harder.
"It's yours," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Fucking right it is," he growled, his voice low and husky.
He was pounding into you, his pace relentless. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.
He yanked your hair, forcing your head back and you whimpered. He kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His teeth dug into your bottom lip, making you moan.
"Who's a dirty little slut?" He demanded, his hips slapping against yours.
"Me," you gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm a dirty little slut, Bucky."
"That's right," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You’re fucking mine."
Your body trembled, your muscles tensing as his cock slammed into you. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure mounting inside of you. You were so close, and you needed him to finish you off. "Oh god, I’m so close," you begged, your voice desperate and needy.
"Not yet," he snarled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."
"Please," you begged, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Please let me cum, Bucky."
"Soon, doll," he promised, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Very soon." He knew you almost came and he decided to torture you further when his fingers finding your clit and he pressed down hard.
You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming too much. "Oh god," you whimpered, your body trembling. "Please, I can't take it."
He slammed his cock into you, his balls slapping against your clit. "Yes, you can," he growled. "And you will."
You whimpered, the pressure inside of you reaching a breaking point. "Bucky, please please please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you.
"Now," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum for me, doll."
You cried out, the pleasure exploding throughout your body. Your walls clenched around his cock, your muscles spasming. Your mind went blank, the world around you fading away. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hips snapping against you, his cock pounding into you.
You were exhausted, your body drained of energy. He continued to fuck you, his pace slowing slightly.
He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Such a good little slut," he growled, his hips slamming against yours. "Taking my cock so well."
"Bucky," you moaned, the pleasure building once again. "Please, I can't take anymore."
"Yes, you can," he said, his voice low and husky. He slapped your ass again, harder this time. "You're going to cum for me again, doll."
"No," you protested weakly, your body trembling with exhaustion.
“Yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You will." His metal hand sliding up your stomach, between your breasts, and around your throat.
Your body arched, pushing your hips further onto his cock. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with yours as you both raced towards your climaxes. "I'm close, Y/N. So fucking close."
His hands pinched your nipples, sending another shock of pleasure through your body. He sucked on them, the sensation almost too much for you. You whimpered, his lips capturing yours again. Your tongues swirled around each other, tasting, devouring.
His cock slid in and out of you, his pace quickening. His moans and growls echoed around you as his orgasm neared. He was so close. So was you.
"Please, Bucky," you begged, your pussy clenching around his length.
He tightened his grip on your throat and slammed his hips into yours. His free hand slid down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it. His eyes meeting yours. his hips slapping against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots.
"Cum with me, doll. Don't close your eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes as you come apart."
Your entire body shuddered, his command sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length, milking him of his seed. Your body trembled, your muscles spasming as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. His breath becoming ragged as his own release neared.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips slapping against you. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect."
"God, yes," you moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.
He slammed into you, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his release. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yes, Bucky. Cum inside me," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.
Your words were enough to send him over the edge.
He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you, his cock filling you completely. He groaned as he cum, his body shuddering as his release washed over him.
"That's right," he groaned, his body going limp. "Take all of it." You felt him twitch inside of you, his hot release spilling into you.
You slumped forward, your body spent as it slick with sweat and cum. You could hear Bucky panting behind you, his chest heaving. You rested your forehead against the floor, trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked so thoroughly in your life. Your muscles were sore and tired, your pussy throbbing.
Bucky was still inside of you, his cock softening. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. You could feel his cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a pretty sight." He slid a finger between your folds, collecting the sticky mess, then he pushed it back inside you. You let out a small whimper as he slowly pumped it in and out.
Bucky turned you around, your head falling back against the floor. His face hovered above yours, his blue eyes burning with lust. He looked down at you, before he could say anything, you both heard footsteps approaching.
You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then the next thing made your heart skipped as you heard the doorknob turning. You could only pray the ground to swallow you whole.
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summary: The Avengers go away for the weekend at one of Tony's beach houses and reader decides that she's going to hook up with Tony to try and forget about her feelings for her best friend Bucky.
content: Flirty reader with Tony, flirty Tony, alcohol, drunken talk, mad Steve, angry and jealous bucky, clueless reader and honestly I dont know more.
Word count: around 2k
warnings: drunk avengers, flirting, fighting, angry, violent and jealous bucky, mad Steve, drunk kissing and mentions of sex.
A/n: read part 1 if you haven't and tell me if i should add any more warnings.
(part 3 is on the making)
part 1
The next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly made pancakes and with a small headache.
"Morning sleepy." Bucky said, setting the tray on the empty stop next to you in bed. He reached and opened the blinds a bit, just enough so the room had light but not enough to make you want to hide.
"Morning." You said, pulling your hair into a bun on the top of your head giving bucky a clear look of your bruised neck that he knew it was Tony's doing.
You had yet to see what he did to you. The small memory of him leaving you hanging the past night was very present.
Time skip.
All the avengers were hanging out on the small couches near the fireplace just outside of the house before you hit the sand and the beach.
You and Tony were flirting with each other, more to yourselves than to everyone else but they couldn't help but notice.
The guys except Sam and Tony were starting the barbecue for dinner since it was getting a bit late and they took forever to realise how it worked.
"Hey stark." Bucky's voice called as Tony had his face where your shoulder meets your neck as your legs rested on his lap. "Come and help us out." he continued once you and Tony looked at him.
You gave him an "what the fuck?" look, as he knew this was what you wanted but allowed Tony to get up anyway as Bucky broke eye contact with you.
"You better take your fucking hands off her before I have to break both of them. Understand?" Bucky said, pulling Tony into the wall behind them.
"Ow look Barnes, I didn't know you two had something going on." Tony said. "I would've backed off."
"We don't, but that doesn't matter." Bucky said, getting confused before getting back. "That doesn't mean you get to get your way with her. She deserves better than a guy with daddy issues that is so fucking narcissistic that could never care for her the way she deserves to be cared for." He spit out.
"Bucky!" You screamed, reaching to pull his arm out of Tony's throat that he didn't even realise he had there. "Inside, now!" You pushed him and he did as told. "Tony, are you alright? I'm really sorry." you held the man's shoulders looking at him.
"I'm okay." He gave you a soft smile, clearly hurt.
"Don't listen to a word he said, okay? I don't know what's gotten into him but he doesn't think like that, I promise." You caressed his face. "I'll be right back." You smiled and he nodded.
You moved inside to find Bucky with a whiskey bottle and a cup out, before smashing it on the floor.
"What is wrong with you?!" You screamed moving to him. "You had no right to talk to him like that, are you out of your mind?!"
"Did I lie?" He asked you, screaming right back. "Did I fucking lie in what I said y/n?"
"What does that even have to do with anything?!" You kept the tone. "You have no right telling him to back away from me or any of the things you said to him."
"I'm just trying to look out for you. Like I always fucking do." His voice was smaller now but just with the same intensity.
"You don't need to look out for me when I know what I'm doing. I trust him." You said, reducing your volume as well.
"Maybe you shouldn't." He said, getting louder again. "Because sleeping with him will only make you lose the respect of the people around you. You'll seem desperate to have to fuck the biggest playboy out there." He said in your face and you felt everything around you both shake.
You controlled yourself, tears in your eyes as he was just realising what he truly said.
"Get out." You said quickly before he could apologise. "Get the fuck out. Go for a walk, I don't know but calm yourself." A tear fell but you quickly cleaned it. "You're my best friend Bucky, and I hate fighting with you. Especially when you say things that I really hope you don't mean. So get the fuck out, and we'll talk when you're calmer." He tried to approach you but Steve appeared at the door with Nat, telling him to do as you asked.
And he did, he disappeared for hours leaving you and Steve worried out of your mind.
You were in Tony's lap in your room when you heard the door open and close. Everyone else was asleep and you knew it could only be Bucky.
"I'll be right back." You kissed Tony's nipples before giving him a bite and leaving the bed. You pulled the shirt you stole from Bucky from the end of the bed and slid it on before leaving the room.
Bucky was at the kitchen counter, only reflected by the moon light with the same whiskey bottle in front of him that you learned was Asgardian Licor.
"Where the hell were you?!" You asked worried, trying to keep your voice down. "I've been calling you all afternoon, Steve even went out and looked for you."
"You wanted me to leave." He said before you could continue. His voice is small with hurt and clearly a bit of drunken state in him. "So I did."
"Yes, Bucky I wanted you to leave, to calm yourself, to take a deep breath and to think about what you had said." You took a deep breath yourself. "Not for you to disappear for hours and come back half drunk, pretending that no one cares about you."
"I'm here aren't I? You can go back to your fuck toy." He said bitterness all over his words.
"Bucky." You got closer to him. "What is going on with you? Why are you acting like this?"
"Why not me?" He asked. You could see the tears in his eyes. "Why don't you ever pick me, y/n?"
"You don't know what you're saying bucky." You mumbled, cleaning his face.
"Why can't you see? I love you. I have for such a long time." He cried. "I would do anything for you, until the end of time and yet you always pick someone else over me."
"That's not true, Bucky." You hugged him. "I'll always need you."
"But not in the way I need you." He mumbled, hugging you back as if he was scared of letting go.
"You don't love me like that buck. You're confused, and drunk." You laughed dryly. "It's okay."
"I know what I feel, y/n." He said, letting go of you with such hurt in his eyes. "Please, leave me alone."
"No, buck c'mon we need to get you to bed." You tried to hold his arm but he pulled away.
"Please." He wouldn't look at you but you nodded and moved back upstairs.
Once upstairs you face a half dressed Tony, very different from how you left him. He knew this would happen.
"I'm really sorry Tony." You said, small voice, hoping he would know what you meant. You needed a friend right now.
"It's okay, Y/n." He smiled, patting the place next to him in your bed. "C'mon, you look like you could use a hug." And you did, you practically ran to the bed hugging yourself to his side.
"I was so worried." You started. "And Steve! God, I gotta call Steve." You tried to break away from the hug but Tony held you down.
"I already called him. He's on his way back." Tony said.
"Thank you." You allowed yourself to relax into the embrace again. "He told me he loves me."
"Uau, took him long enough uh?" Tony asked, a bit sarcastic. "What? Are you going to tell me you never noticed?" He asked looking at your whined eyes, and you shook your head. "Oh C'mon, y/n, he's been in love with you for years! Anyone could tell you that."
"Do you really think so?" You asked and he nodded immediately. "What if he was just drunk? Or is confused? I can't lose him, Tony."
"I don't think he is, y/n/n." He touched your arm in a caring way. "But I also don't think that something like this would be the reason why you would lose him. Death is most likely." You laughed a bit.
"I just hope Steve can get him to bed so we can talk in the morning." You mumbled.
"You love him too don't you?" Tony asked and you stayed silent, not sure if you wanted to admit it yet. "You can talk to me, y/n."
"I do." You admitted. "I realised for a while but, he's my best friend, it's not right. And I never thought he would like me."
Tony only laughed before you heard noise of glasses breaking downstairs and screaming. Then you could hear the doors to outside opening and closing before the screaming continued.
"She doesn't care about me, Steve!" Bucky screamed outside and you could hear him as clear as the day.
"Buck, she loved you, what are you talking about?" Steve tried to call him and get his voice lower. "y/n is your best friend. She was worried all afternoon about you."
"She doesn't want me, Steve." Bucky cried. "and I fucked it up. The one thing I had right, I fucked it up." He laughed, a dry, sarcastic laugh. "I could've pretend, I could've pretend to be happy for being just her friend, pretend to be happy when she was with someone else but I fucked it up, she's probably going to stop trusting me at all." he kept crying and the tears quickly made their way to your eyes again.
" Don't just sit there." Tony said. "Go talk to him." You nodded and got up, giving Tony a quick kiss on the cheek.
He felt better now. Less guilty if anything. It wouldn't feel like he was doing anything with someone else's girl. He just needed a cold shower and a night well rested.
You got outside quickly to see Bucky sitting on the sand, Asgardian Liquor bottle in one hand as the other pulled at his hair and you could hear his silent cries. Steve was pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do.
He wanted to comfort Bucky and take him to bed but he was seriously losing his temper. This was supposed to be his time to relax to!
"I got it." You mumbled, touching his arm. "Thank you for going out looking for him."
"He's my best friend too, y/n/n." He smiled, touching your shoulder. "Good luck." He finally moved inside and, as Bucky heard the door close, he broke down crying louder, thinking he was alone.
"Can… can I hug you?" You asked, not sure if you were overstepping since he asked you to leave him alone.
He nodded and you pulled him to you, trying to hug the sadness out of him. Hearing him cry made you want to cry but you held it together.
"Why are you crying Buck?" You questioned when you felt he was calm enough.
"I'm gonna lose you." His voice trembled.
"Hey, look at me." You pulled his face from you shoulder, holding him between your hands. "You're not going to lose me. Bucky, nothing in this world would be good enough to make me back away from your life." you tried to smile, maybe bring him some comfort. "You're my best friend Bucky."
"And that's all I'll ever be." He looked away, saying it in a quiet voice.
"I really don't want to talk about this when you:re this drunk." You mumbled too. "Can we please get you to bed?"
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, a bit confused. And you ignored.
"Let's get you to bed, cyborg, c'mon." You reached your hand, after getting up, to help him up.
"Y/n what is it?" He questioned again, using your help to get up.
"We can talk in the morning Bucky, let's go." You put his arm around your shoulder and pulled him from the sand throuwards the house.
"Tell me." He stopped. "Please, I can't take it anymore." Tears left his eyes again but his voice remained untouched. "If you're just going to stop being…" He started but you stopped him by talking over him.
"I love you." You said. "I'm in love with you too Bucky. I didn't want to talk about this when you're drunk because I want you to remember what you said and what I said and not just pretend it never happened because I can't do that anymore." He walked to you, holding your head in place with his hands.
"Say it again." He asked in a whisper, Blue eyes filled with emotions.
"I love you Bucky." You in a whisper said, y/e/c eyes filled with emotions as well.
"I'm gonna kiss you now. Is that okay?" You nodded before he could even finish and he closed the distance between you two with the most meaningful kiss you ever shared with anyone.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Avengers Team & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark/Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanoff/Original Female Character, Clint Barton/Original Female Character(s), Sam Wilson/Original Female Character, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Wanda Maximoff/Original Female Character(s), Pietro Maximoff/Original Female Character(s), Scott Lang/Original Female Character(s), Loki/Original Female Character, Thor/Original Female Character, Bruce Banner/Original Female Character(s), Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Scott Lang
Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Forced Cohabitation, There’s definitely gonna be smut, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Developing Relationship, Swearing, Past Abuse, OFC has shitty family, Superpowers, I’m making it up as it goes, Pansexual Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Avengers Tower, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Domestic Avengers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Emotions, Polyamorous Character, Group Sex, Smut, SMUTTY SMUT, Did I mention the smut?, Original Character is everyone’s girlfriend, POV Original Female Character, Possessive Avengers, Rough Sex, BDSM, Voyeurism, Lots of kinky fun, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex with Powers, Age Difference
Summary:
Considering how many weird and extreme things that have happened since the turn of the 21st century—literal gods, alien invasions, terrorist groups infiltrating spy groups, killer robot, you’d think the world would be able to handle something like a contagious virus without the world grinding to a halt and everyone losing their minds. But, that’s what ended up happening.
An unfortunate run-in leads to Edie Olson being in the Avengers’ Tower when the city goes into lock down. Now she suddenly has to live with the world’s mightiest heroes. Edie isn’t without her own personal powers, but she’s not a hero. How is she going to fit in with these people?
