Bucharest (ao3) - katie_delaney
steve/bucky
E, 10k
Summary: Steve finds Bucky in Bucharest, hoping to finally bring him home, but Bucky is more reluctant than anticipated, and Steve has to learn about boundaries.
Can't Stop the Feeling (ao3) - MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66)
steve/bucky, pepper/tony
E, 39k
Summary: Sniper James Barnes is taken by Hydra and tortured into a version of the Winter Soldier, then he's experimented on and changed. Steve and the Avengers find him and bring him home to the Compound. He only trusts Steve at first and a relationship builds from there.
Good Intentions (ao3) - Morphine_drop
bucky/tony
E, 74k
Summary: Tony died during the Endgame Battle, leaving his pack behind. James, never having a chance to confess his feelings for the Alpha is left behind to pick up the pieces of his new family and his own heart.
After a surprising meeting with a young blonde woman with a manila envelope, Steve decides that the only way to fix everything for his ex-friend and himself is time travel. Without mentioning it to anyone, of course. He can only hope that Bucky and Tony will find each other again.
When Winter Soldier wakes up back in 1991 with a new set of memories and an overwhelming need to find his pack he never knew he had, things turn more and more surprising with every passing day.
If I Knew You Were Coming I'd've Baked a Cake (ao3) - OddityBoddity
T, 27k
Summary: They’re the broken ones. That’s what Clint figures the rest think about him and Barnes. Clint with his eardrums trashed, Barnes with a regiment’s worth of trauma and a psychotic cybernetic arm, put in the same room and told to make nice while the others get to go on missions and do important things and save the world.
Well they're not broken. So of course they got bored and tired of being sidelined and decided to entertain themselves. And of course they ended up wanted, running through the streets of Paris with bananas down their pants and gendarmes in pursuit. Of course they did.
Last Toast (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)
bucky/tony
E, 68k
Summary: (Cold War 1980s AU) To Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark used to be just a handsome face, a name associated with sex scandals, shiny new toys, and weapons manufacturing, until Stark’s controversial press conference puts him at the top of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s watch list, and at the center of Bucky’s world. What starts as an assignment soon tips over into obsession, and all too soon Bucky finds himself risking everything to help the one person he’s felt a connection to since being a prisoner of the KGB. The only problem is, Tony Stark doesn’t even know he exists.
Operational Integrity (ao3) - maukree
bucky/tony
E, 63k
Summary: Barnes flinches away.
“Don’t,” he says and looks at Tony with the most peculiar expression, which lasts a good ten seconds before Barnes—who is still, and Tony cannot stress this enough, bleeding out—finally speaks again. “So, about ‘em holsters?”
Tony inhales deeply through his nose.
Right. Right. Prioritizing tactical storage solutions over possibly not gaping, but a hole in his abdomen is—
The man just wants more pockets.
Canon-compliant(ish) 616 comicverse for MTH 2024. Tony runs SHIELD. Bucky has the shield. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.
Shadows In The Spotlight (ao3) - Jmarvel24
sam/bucky
M, 49k
Summary: After the events of Captain America: Brave New World, Bucky Barnes has taken on an unexpected role as a congressman, fighting for the rights of veterans and those left behind by the government. When a particularly rough day in office threatens to push him over the edge, Sam Wilson—now Captain America—pays him a visit under the guise of a professional check-in. As they navigate the pressures of their respective roles, their secret relationship remains hidden behind closed doors. But in the world of politics and heroism, nothing stays secret forever.
Stellate (ao3) - ZenaidaMacroura
steve/bucky
E, 60k
Summary: Dr. Bucky Barnes is a plastic surgeon, highly regarded in his field. Dr. Steven Rogers, new head of the ER, has very little regard for Dr. Barnes or his field.
Still Faint Glimmers (ao3) - LivingProof
T, 38k
Summary: There are, Sam has found, a number of things he does enjoy about being Cap. Saving people, sure. The suit, well that thing’s pretty sweet. The hordes of fawning admirers that absolutely do exist, no matter what Bucky says to the contrary? They’re not so bad either.
And there are things he enjoys less. Spending too much time in stuffy rooms around large tables where everyone just talks circles around one another. Living in a world where he has to be a voice for the voiceless, because no one else will be. Wreaking violence on a near-daily basis, because that seems to be the only language some people understand.
And there are things he really cannot stand. Like today. The saving innocent civilians, that’s alright. The doing violence to violent people, he can live with. But the having to sit here, pretending not to care while someone beats up his partner/co-worker/guy with a mutual friend right in front of him? Yeah. He’s over this shit.
Temporary Ground (ao3) - danveresque
steve/bucky
E, 20k
Summary: Lost in time, Steve Rogers tries to find his way back home, with a trickster as his only companion, and Bucky Barnes on his mind.
Thaw (ao3) - danveresque
T, 7k
Summary: He'll use his metal fist to smash every last remnant of Hydra, it's a promise made with angry tears. He will destroy them, if it's the last thing he does.
Thirty Seconds (ao3) - leo_lullaby
T, 23k
Summary: Bucky has been brainwashed as a weapon too many times to forget the rules. Don't act until instructed. Don't take prisoners unless told. Don't question or fight authority... The list goes on.
But above all else, never let your charge get harmed during a mission.
This Burning Fright (ao3) - MoltoMulti
T, 3k
Summary: Bucky Barnes does not have many secrets left close to his chest; the world knows most things about him. Most things.
But Zemo knows more about the Winter Soldier than the rest of the world, and one of Bucky's secrets must come to light, even if it terrifies him.
Today Is Tomorrow (ao3) - BoyOneder
steve/bucky
E, 4k
Summary: Steve wanted to be Superman and solve everything himself, like the world only existed to keep him down, when it was only his own negativity that was keeping him firmly planted to the ground. And when he wasn't complaining he spent his spare time hating himself.
Too trying (ao3) - maukree
bucky/peter
E, 22k
Summary: Bucky, who once again looks exactly as tired as Peter feels, bends to pick up the cat, which, betrayal of betrayals, does not hiss at him, and gently leaves it behind the door before closing it. Then, with the most exhausted sigh Peter has ever heard in his entire miserable, disaster of a life, Bucky asks:
“What the fuck do you want from me? What the hell do I need to do for you to stop?”
That’s a good question. Two very good questions.
But Peter’s throat is tight, and he can’t possibly answer one without the answer to the second one contradicting it, so instead of speaking, he steps forward, away from that window. Comes right up to Bucky, smells the leather and maybe smoke and man, and does something he should probably think through for longer than five whole seconds.
It’s a compulsion. A disease. An absolutely humiliating, clawing need to be liked by him, and Peter isn’t one to speak ill of people, but Bucky can be a real, capital-D Dick.
Two Screwed Individuals (ao3) - Greenpaisleyhearts
bucky/darcy
E, 97k
Summary: After a pattern of reckless behaviour, the government steps in, ordering Bucky to undergo therapy to target his acute PTSD. He’s taken off of active duty and threatened to co-coperate …. or the Raft. His therapist, Dr Raynor, is given carte blanche to facilitate this therapy and is responsible for signing off on his inclusion on missions again. The therapy she decides upon is more than he’s prepared to go through with, though, not to mention his ‘therapy partner’, - Dr Darcy Lewis. Darcy is also in no position to say no to her involvement. It will end up testing them in ways they’d never dreamed of.
What Has Been Done (ao3) - Tahlruil
bucky/tony
T, 13k
Summary: Bucky has lived with the Avengers for a while now, and he's mostly settled in. During the process, he fell for Tony Stark - hard - but he can't quite bring himself to admit it to the brilliant engineer. So he just does what he can to take care of and protect him, hoping that maybe the other man will fall just as hard for him... and be the one to take their relationship to the next level. In the meantime, he's noticed that there's one member of the team that Tony seems afraid of, and he is definitely not pleased by the notion.
Once he finds out what Wanda did to cause that fear, she might wish she'd never left Hydra.
What If the Thunderbolts Held their Own Press Conference (ao3) - Incrediblygrassy
G, 1k
Summary: The headlines lasted for weeks. The public couldn't get enough of these new heroes, but they were singing a very different tune this time around. Well, maybe not all that different, but something the team could live with.
Is this me finding Fontaine to be a nut job, and the Thunderbolts smarter than that? Yes, yes, it is.
[Captain America] Dishonor On Your Cow by Mandarou
Title: Dishonor On Your Cow
Author: mandarou
Word Count: 75k+
Status: WIP
Summary:
Barnes shook his head. “Dishonorable discharge. I’m done.”
“It was a tiny detour! What were we supposed to do, let aliens take New York City while we sat around with our thumbs up our asses?”
“How’d they even know we were there?”
“My fault,” Barnes answered in clipped words. “I gave Captain goddamn America my name and rank during the Battle. He turned us in.”
Steve stared, still eavesdropping, his shoulders hunching. He glanced around for something . . . yeah, something to hide behind.
“What? Why?”
They all stared at Barnes for an answer, at their Sergeant who’d led them through who knew how many battles. “Apparently, I . . . ‘lack honor’."
There was a stunned silence. For several seconds, no one said a thing, a moment of pure motionlessness as the world buzzed past around them. Then one of the guys huffed. “Geez, Buck, what’d you do to Captain America? Fuck his sister?”
The others began to make noises like they were trying not to laugh, but when Barnes snorted and looked away with a smile, the rest of the men began to chuckle and guffaw.
“Senior citizen discount.”
My Notes: Slight AU where Bucky didn't grow up with Steve. They met while trying to save New Yorkers from Alien attack. Steve wanted to reward the honorable men, but instead got Bucky kicked out of the Army. Bucky disappears. But Steve eventually finds him.
Bucky is enhanced, but he recovered mighty quick and adapted even faster to the new arm.
Still reading; on pg 75
Why this fic needs to be read:
BAMF!Bucky
Everyone wants Bucky (especially Steve)
Hot Dude descriptions :D
Steve is really misunderstood, and tries to be one with the wall to draw less attention to himself
Clint wanting to marry Bucky, Steve offering to be the best man
Sam and Bucky joining the Avengers
When army wants Bucky back, they protect their own. <3
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five| Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty
Oh lord! I wondered what happened to this post; it went up a few weeks ago at @imaginetonyandbucky (either look there for the last chapter, or scroll down a bit in my feed for my Master List post)
When me and @potrix-the-queerschlaeger couldn’t find it, we assumed the internet had eaten it somehow, but apparently it got mixed in with my personal queue instead... (and I put so much stuff in my queue that it took a number of weeks to work down to it...)
So, yeah, sorry if you were reading it here, probably best to check the IT&B blog where you can find the whole thing!
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five| Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty
A/N: Hi! Did you survive? Good! TW for suggested non-con, sexual abuse. Does not happen, it’s just talked about. Also graphic violence and violent content
Chapter Twenty One: Backhanded
“I just wanted you to know that I have your boyfriend. And his kid. Just that.” Ty hung up the phone and thumbed the ringer off, but Bucky could see Tony’s face flashing on the screen, trying to call back. Ty ignored it and chuckled wickedly.
Bucky was growing to hate that sound. He was sick with worry for Steve; he had no idea what they’d done with him. When he’d woken up, head aching and ears buzzing, he’d been duct-taped into a chair, arms behind his back, legs spread and tape running from his ankles to his knees, holding him to the chair legs.
Tape was… not a good choice, otherwise cops would use it instead of handcuffs or zip ties, but it was good enough, especially when Killian still had a gun trained on him.
“Go ahead and yell,” Ty had said, grinning. “I really, really want an excuse to shoot you.”
Bucky glared up at Ty but didn’t scream. He had no idea where they were; aggravating his captors without any intel seemed a poor choice. “Where’s my son?” He started working his wrists behind his back, small, semi-circles, back and forth, calm, quiet movements.
Ty jerked his chin toward the back of the room. “Out of the way,” he said. “The kid’s just extra weight and to keep you on your best behavior. Killian doesn’t really want to have to hurt him, he’s kinda soft that way. So I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make me.” Ty moved closer, his body all lean grace and beauty. Like a serpent, he was dangerous and fascinating. Gorgeous like a Greek statue. When he smiled, Ty looked genuinely happy. Delighted, really. Bucky began to understand what Tony, love-starved and lonely, must have seen in this bastard.
“He’s just a kid, he’s got nothin’ to do with this,” Bucky said. “Please don’t hurt him.”
“I don’t want to,” Ty said. “But I will, if you make me. My primary target, of course, is Tony. But you’ll make do, for the moment.” Ty took a few steps closer and backhanded Bucky across the face. Even knowing it was coming, Bucky flinched. The back of Ty’s hand was hard, brutal across his cheek. Bucky’s neck whipped to one side with the force of the blow, his headache exploding across his temples. The chair rocked dangerously and Bucky scrambled in the minimal few inches he had to get it balanced before he toppled to the floor. He shifted his legs, pushing his legs away from the chair, careful. Very careful.
He tasted copper in his mouth and spat blood onto the floor; he’d bitten the side of his cheek.
“Pretty,” Ty observed. “You’re a stoic type, yeah? Tony would be whining by now, the little baby. He was so much fun. I miss him.”
Bucky clenched his jaw, hate burning through his guts.
Ty hit him again. And a third time.
(Mobile readers, ‘ware the readmore)
Each time, Bucky rolled with it, letting his joints stay loose and ready, relaxing as much as he could. Tensing up made it hurt more. He’d taken a beating before. The fifth time Ty went for his face, Bucky twisted his jaw at the last second, teeth coming down on Ty’s hand. He got a pretty good bite in before Ty hit him in the gut with his free hand, forcing the air out of his lungs.
Bucky laughed, soft, ugly. “Tony’s stronger than you think he is.”
“You fucking bit me,” Ty exclaimed, holding up his bloody hand with astonishment.
“Bet your ass I did,” Bucky said. “Smack me again and see if I don’t bite your damn fingers off.”
“You want me to get the kid, is that it?”
“Look, asshole, we both know this is all a show,” Bucky said. He hitched in a breath and spat more blood. “You’ve marked me up. Take your fucking picture that you’re gonna show Tony and get this fucking game going. I’ve read this script before. I know how this ends.” With me and Steve dead. With Tony a couple million bucks short and left to mourn us.
“Huh,” Ty said. “You’re not as stupid as you look. Too bad for you.” He pulled Bucky’s battered phone out of his pocket. The screen was cracked, but Ty held it up and snapped a photo, then punched up Bucky’s contact list. Bucky heard the ping as the file sent. Christ.
“You want to listen to your lover beg for your life?” Ty asked, conversationally. “I can put it on speakerphone.”
Oh, god, Tony. Bucky shunted his gaze to the side, not answering.
Ty didn’t slap him this time; he’d learned that lesson. He walked slowly around the chair and kicked Bucky’s ankle. Hard.
Bucky grunted. He flexed the metal arm, carefully. His fingers moved, clicking the plates into place. He twisted his wrist.
“You didn’t answer the question, lover boy.” Ty circled him again, kicked him in the knee.
God, that fucking hurt. Bucky clamped down, a guttural moan barely escaping his throat, leaning forward in the chair as far as he could. He twisted his arm at that last moment, too, felt the thin plates on the surface of the metal wrist biting into the tape. Bucky shook his head, then touched his tongue to his lip. “Not really, no,” he said.
Ty grabbed a handful of Bucky’s hair, jerked his head back so far that his throat was fully exposed and vulnerable. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Won’t scream, won’t beg, won’t ask for your lover. But I know where you’re weak. So you better give me what I want, or your kid is going to pay for it.”
He should. Bucky knew that he should. Beg, cry, shake. Ty was a monster, and what he fed off of was fear. This was the man who’d tortured Tony – for years – and Bucky was having a really hard time giving him any satisfaction at all. Bucky snarled, “Yeah, well, what do you want?”
That got a smug grin out of Ty and he tugged on Bucky’s hair again. Pain crawled along Bucky’s scalp and he bared his teeth.
“That’s better,” Ty said, “but not quite good enough. I wonder what it would take to make you cry. Wanna find out?”
“Don’t you have something better to do? Like make a ransom demand?” If Bucky and Steve got out of this alive, he was really going to need to have words with Tony about getting better villains in his life. This one talked too much and was too fucking overdramatic. It would have been pathetic if Bucky hadn’t been so god damn terrified. He bent his elbows, shrugged his shoulders.
“More fun to make Tony worry about it,” Ty said. “He knows what I did to him, imagine what he thinks I must be doing to you.”
“You want someone to cry, where’s your little friend, Justin Hammer? He seemed really good at it,” Bucky pointed out.
Ty rolled his eyes in disgust. “You are no fun. Go on, Aldrich, get the kid. Let’s see if we can’t break our boy, here. Would you like that, Daddy? Watching Aldrich hurt your son? Maybe, if you beg real pretty, I might let you suck me off rather than shooting him. Sound like fun to you? Let’s see if we can get you real good at crying. I bet we can.”
“You sick fuck,” Bucky snarled, twisting as much as he could in the chair, the tape pulling at his skin. “Don’t you fucking touch him.” His voice went up, louder, as Killian disappeared down the hallway. “Steve! No, god damnit, you leave him alone!” He yanked at his arms, wrenching at his hands.
“Oh, come on, Daddy,” Ty said, grabbing his hair and practically ripping it out. “I know you can suck dick with the best of ‘em. And you don’t want Aldrich to hurt your son. Just let it happen. You know–”
Bucky threw himself backward in the chair, rocking it back onto two legs. For just a moment, it seemed that Ty would yank him back and it would all be over but the bleeding, but then the front chair leg tagged Ty in the calf and he let go. Bucky wrenched the metal arm, listening to the servos screaming, and tore the tape just before he hit the ground.
Air rushed out of his chest and his lungs were crying for oxygen, but he didn’t have time for breathing. Bucky rolled, hands free.
A quick lunge with his left hand and what was left of the chair exploded into splinters. He took a great gulp of air. Ty brought the gun to bear, but Bucky was already moving. He kicked Ty’s legs out from under him and a shot went off.
Then another, further away, and Bucky’s blood turned to ice-water. “STEVE!”
Ty pushed himself up, scrambled to his knees and brought the gun up. Bucky lunged, got the palm of his left hand flat against the muzzle. He turned his wrist, ripping the gun free from Ty’s hand, breaking Ty’s fingers in the process.
Another twist and Bucky had the gun pressed to Ty’s temple. “Call him off. Do it now.”
Ty closed his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“I will fucking shoot you, I swear to Christ,” Bucky said. When Ty still didn’t say anything, Bucky wrenched the gun down, pulled the trigger. The pistol was a low caliber, not as explosive as Killian’s monstrosity, but it made a short, flat whap! noise and then Ty started screaming. Blood gushed from the hole in his leg.
“Call. him. Off.” Bucky pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against Ty’s throat.
“Aldrich!” Ty yelled, still whimpering.
Nothing. No screaming, no gun fire, nothing.
Bucky’s heart stopped beating. He couldn’t breathe. He glanced at the gun in his hand. “Steve!”
Slowly, Bucky climbed to his feet. He didn’t want… did not want to see. He’d watched his own goddamn arm get blown off, seen the fingers twitching in the dust as his blood spilled down his side, but he’d never done anything harder than get to his feet, knowing that if he went down that dark hall, he might find his son’s body.
There was silence, broken only by Ty’s agonized whimpers. That man, that man was responsible for all this fear and pain. Bucky turned, very slow, the gun coming up. He pressed the muzzle against Ty’s forehead. Go on, he thought, I really, really want to shoot you.
Ty met his gaze, angry and burning with hostility and fear. His face seemed to dare Bucky to do it, dare him to finish it. To descend all the way to Ty’s level. Go on, do it.
Bucky’s finger tightened on the trigger.
He knew exactly what would happen if he pulled the trigger. The bullet would go straight through Ty’s skull, splatter his brains all over the floor. The body would slump, just so; there wouldn’t even be enough time for Ty to scream before he was dead.
Just like Sarah.
No. He couldn’t. Bucky could not do that to another human being, not and retain any of his own humanity. Life and death was one thing; shooting Ty now? That would be murder, no matter what justification he tried to pin on it.
“Steve,” Bucky said, shaking his head. He twisted the pistol in his hand and walked away from Ty Stone without a look back.
Killian was on his hands and knees in the hall, shivering. The doors to what might have once been a laundry room were open, but the room beyond was empty. Sticky wads of tape stuck to the floor and door.
“Where is he?” Bucky asked, bringing the gun down to point at Killian. “Where is my son?”
“Suit,” Killian muttered, his voice low and indistinct. He looked stunned and dizzy, not a threat.
“What?”
Bucky whirled, a movement in the room behind him dragging his attention away from the wounded man on the floor to a man who was climbing in the window.
Bucky blinked. A fit, middle-aged man, gently balding, wearing a suit and carrying… a taser? Was just getting his footing in the room. The man took off his aviator glasses and grinned. He looked… vaguely familiar. “Mr. Barnes?”
Killian was attempting to rise off the floor and Bucky put his foot down in the middle of the man’s back, forcing him back to the floor, not taking the gun off the newcomer. “What’s it to you?”
“I’m Phil Coulson,” he said, putting the taser gingerly on the ground in front of him. “Mr. Stark is my boss; I’m on security team three. Ten minutes ago, I personally put your son in Mr. Stark’s car, after tasering this idiot who tried to shoot me.” He nodded toward Killian, keeping his hands in sight.
“Tony’s here?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Barnes,” Coulson said. “Your son used his medical alert necklace almost an hour ago to let us know about your predicament. We’ve been tracking him. We’re um… here to rescue you. Where’s Stone?”
Bucky jerked his chin toward the front room. “He’s wounded, but he might be able to run. Unarmed, though.”
Coulson nodded. “If you’ll let me, I’ll bring backup in through the front.”
“Oh,” Bucky said, glancing at the gun in his hand again. He lowered it halfway, still uncertain and on high alert. “Sorry.”
Coulson touched his ear. “Killian’s down. Mr. Barnes is injured, but functional. Breach the front room. Come on, sir, let’s get you out of here.”
“What about–”
Coulson grinned, recovered his taser from the floor and shot it at Killian, who went down in a drooling heap. “I really, really love getting to use this thing.”
Steve wasn’t always in a cuddly mood; as he’d been getting older, he’d been more resistant to spending long periods of time sitting in Bucky’s lap. Fortunately for Bucky’s state of mind, that wasn’t the case at the moment. As Bucky and Tony sat in Detective Jones’s office and answered questions – carefully controlled by Tony’s exceptionally tall lawyer, Jennifer Walters – Steve was perfectly happy to sit in Bucky’s lap the entire time, leaning against his father’s shoulder and not quite sleeping. He kept jerking himself awake as soon as his eyes drifted shut, glancing up to make sure Bucky was still exactly where Steve had left him, and then drowsing again. Bucky knew exactly how Steve felt. It would be quite a while, he imagined, before he was willing to let his son out of his sight again.
Tony wasn’t much better, honestly. He kept one hand on Bucky’s wrist for the entire interview and when Bucky slung an arm around Tony’s shoulders, he could feel his boyfriend trembling minutely.
The detective didn’t mean to be thoughtless, Bucky decided; she just had a classic case of foot-in-mouth. Or maybe she was trying to make them angry in an attempt to stave off their nervous breakdowns, because he couldn’t imagine many more things that were harder to deal with than two grown men and a boy, all on the verve of various degrees of panic attack.
Bucky gave a statement. Steve said a few things, none of which Bucky wanted to hear. They had tied up a kid with asthma and stuffed him in a laundry room? Bucky almost started having a goddamn asthma attack of his own after hearing that.
“The captain is considering charging you and your security team with vigilantism,” Detective Jones said, crossing her legs. She had black combat boots on and Bucky found himself concentrating on the smashed wad of dirty pink bubblegum between her treads.
Tony gave her a flat look. “You know that’s a mistake,” he said. “You get that up in front of a jury, lady, and I’m a goddamn action hero. You think any American jury is going to convict me for tasering one guy and breaking into an abandoned building? I’ll pay for the damages, but you’re never in a million years going to get anything heavier than trespassing to stick to me. And when I go to the papers – note that I said when, not if – the city will bury you for it.”
Jones spread her hands. “Those decisions aren’t in my wheelhouse,” she said. “Way above my paygrade.”
“What’s the captain want, in this pretend little exchange of favors for not making me pay my lawyers?” Tony leaned back in the chair, calm, cool. Bucky could still feel Tony shaking, the vibrations in the tiny couch were rattling his bones. “Because I’m telling you, I like my lawyers and I don’t mind paying them to make your captain unhappy, if he’s going to make me unhappy.” On Tony’s other side, Ms. Walters smiled a shark’s toothy grin.
“Vigilantism is dangerous, Mr. Stark,” Detective Jones said. “I’m not casting aspersions on your security, obviously; they’re very professional. That being said, if this story gets spread around, citizens who do not have their caliber of training are going to be more likely to try to jump in and that’s going to lead to people getting hurt, and I don’t think any of us wants that. You and Mr. Barnes have both made waves through your recent heroism; we’d like you to use that influence responsibly.”
“I see,” Tony said. “You want me to lie–”
“No,” Jones said. “Just… don’t make a production out of it. Can you do that, Mr. Stark? Stay out of the papers for a while? It’s an election year.”
Tony laughed. “Me? Stay out of the papers? You have got to be kidding me. Do you even know who I am?”
“Try?”
“Sister, I try every goddamn day. I have a whole fucking team of people who try to keep me out of the papers. Jesus Christ,” Tony swore, getting to his feet and pacing around. “Seriously? You’re fucking kidding me?”
Bucky sighed. “Well, now you’ve done it,” he said to the detective. “Your captain’s going to be lucky if the first thing he does after he leaves here isn’t call a damn press conference.” Which Bucky totally didn’t want to do. He wanted to go back to Tony’s penthouse, have a shower to get the stink of Ty Stone off his skin, and then fall asleep on the sofa with his son sprawled out on his chest and hope to Christ that neither of them had any nightmares.
Bucky’d gotten a little bit used to the way people treated Tony like he was a package of explosives wrapped up in eccentric billionaire and quirky genius. Most of them reacted with some sort of exasperation and annoyance or, on the other end of the spectrum, laughing wildly at his bad jokes and sucking up. Jones merely leaned back in her chair with an aura of Job Well Done and winked at Bucky. She fucking winked at him. What the shit did that mean?
“I’m hungry,” Steve said, suddenly. Which Bucky kissed him for, because Tony’s anger melted away and Jones’s smug self-satisfaction was gone in an instant.
“If we’re not being detained,” Tony said, and waited pointedly until the detective nodded. “Then we’ll be on our way. You know where I am, if you need anything else. Aside from ‘stay out of the papers’ because if I can’t fucking manage it for my own privacy, I’m certainly not putting extra effort into it for New York City’s finest.”
“Really, what was that about?” Bucky stopped in the door as Tony led the charge toward the elevator.
Jones slipped him a business card. “This is my sister, Trish Walker. She’s a radio talk show host.”
“Oh, you are an evil, evil woman,” Bucky said, tucking the card in his front pocket.
She winked at him again.
~as always, @tisfan
winteriron tony x bucky tony stark bucky barnes prompts tisfan helping hands AUpoverty tourism kidnapping rescue Jessica Jones is a troll Phil Coulson is a badassBAMF!Bucky
[Captain America][Daredevil] Training Buddies by Fyre
Title: Training Buddies
Author: Fyre
Word Count: 26k+
Status: WIP
Summary: Sometimes the random guy in the street isn't out to get you. And sometimes, he might need your help in ways you never expected.
My Notes: Friendship fic!!!! I love how Bucky and Matt becomes friends over time, and how Matt is protective of Bucky.
Why this fic needs to be read:
Matt and Bucky training together
Bucky taking care of himself
Matt & Bucky friendship
How Foggy just rolls with things
the way that Matt reminds Bucky of Steve
Ally fights
Awesome fight scenes!
