Summary: You are Tony’s sister and in love with Bucky, but Tony still doesn’t trust Bucky post-Winter Soldier
Pairing: Bucky x Laela (reader)
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff,
Warnings: Fluff, some kissing, light spoilers up until Captain America: Civil War, angst, self-doubts, mentions of brainwashing, comforting
Word count: 3,346
Author’s note: This is really my first fic I’ve ever written and posted. Please be kind and enjoy! I am in the process of going through the Marvel movies chronologically for the first time, so I HAVE NOT FINISHED THE MOVIES YET! Please don’t comment spoilers past Spiderman: Homecoming in Marvel’s chronology! I appreciate reposts and comments!
Requests: OPEN
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You would think that a man who had nothing left to lose would be ready to throw himself to the fire. You would think that a simple retrieval mission would be as routine as putting on your shoes before you walk out the door. You would think that spending ten years living under the protection of a hotheaded brother with an egocentric mind would warrant the basic privilege of a release from the iron-fisted grip on your whereabouts.
According to Natasha, all this thinking is what gets me into trouble with Tony in the first place.
“I don’t understand.” Grabbing Tony’s arm, halfway lifted to the coffee mug balancing precariously on the edge of the counter, I spun him toward me. I knew full well that he could have dug his feet in his tracks if he had wanted to, yet he yielded. “Why will you take me and not him?”
“You know why. And if you weren’t so naïve, maybe you would wake up from this daydream you’re living in and realize that I’m right.” A shadow must have crossed my face—one all too familiar to the team who was lounging against pristine furniture a room over, feigning ignorance to our conversation. As I glanced over my shoulder, a dozen pairs of eyes darted around, immediately finding innate fascination in the stitching of the carpet and the chandelier gently swinging above the banister.
“Laela—,” Avoiding eye contact, he slid his fingers into the iron hand of his suit, hissing when the cold metal bit into his skin. As if he hadn’t worn it enough times to have the basic instinct of turning on the heater first. Cool granite hit my skin as I hoisted myself up onto the counter. The silence was deafening, or maybe it was the blood roaring through my ears—hot-headed, the only way the Stark family knows—until he finally dropped his head in defeat. “One.”
One pin drop could be heard; one collective breath was held by the rest of the team; one last nerve of his that I was getting on? The possibilities were endless. Biting my tongue, I waited as patiently as could be expected as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“One mission,” he relented, swearing lightly as if he were battling against conscious. “You have one hour to get him ready. Starting now.”
I saw those dozen pairs of eyes burning holes in the back of Tony’s head, mouths hung open like fish out of water. When I glanced past Tony and made eye contact with Steve, his eyebrows shot to his hairline and he motioned me quickly toward the door before Tony could change his mind.
“One hour!” Tony hollered after me as I backpedaled out of the room, tripping over the leg of Thor’s chair on the way.
My feet had a mind of their own as they carried me up two flights of stairs and three different hallways before I knocked gently on the heavy oak door next to my own. I had originally picked my room at the far end of the mansion for the view of the coast, the endless stretch of ocean providing a comforting hum of white noise while I slept.
I like to think Bucky had picked his for the sounds of the ocean as well, though I imagine the rush of the waves works to calm more than his insomnia.
When he didn’t answer, I let myself in. I was shocked, in the beginning, at the stark contrast between his room and the other bedrooms in the house. The walls—completely bare save for the navy paint coating—were shockingly distinct from my own, which were covered in photos and haphazardly hung posters. Walking into his room now, I see how calming the blankness of the walls can be for Bucky, especially if it mirrors what he’d like to feel inside his own mind. A clean slate in his room; peaceful, blank walls. Stillness. The hope that these can be replicated onto himself.
I can’t help but think back to one of the first nights we shared in this room.
I had woken up in the middle of the night to a cold bed. Frantically grabbing at the sheets for the familiar touch of a warm hand or even the cold bite of the metal on his arm was futile, and I shot up ramrod straight in our bed to see him leaning against the railing of the balcony, fingers digging into the wood and unclenching, repeatedly.
It was a sight I had come to be familiar with.
As it was happening in this moment, I had done nothing more than walk over to him and lean my elbows against the railing and watch the waves, knowing that this was something that I couldn’t fix—something that he hadn’t wanted me to fix. I had made it clear that there was nothing in him that needed to be fixed, but I gave him the space to work through the storm clouds surrounding his head.
That was all the other needed at times, I believe; someone there to ground us as we battled against our own demons clawing at our heads.
Tonight, Bucky’s elbows leaned into the railing, the metal biting into the splintering wood. He didn’t seem to notice. His shoulders eased a fraction of an inch as he heard me approach, something that had taken him months to be able to do around anyone.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“HYDRA. Winter Soldier Operative.” A short, clipped response. Unspoken words hung heavy in the balance; thoughts I knew he wouldn’t breach right now. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence—it never was with me and him. Though a hundred questions came bubbling to the surface, I held back. Sparing him a sidelong glance, he shook his head lightly.
He didn’t want to talk about it. And that was all right.
“I was thinking,” I mused, reaching over to take Bucky’s arm in my hand and tracing the grooves of the metal. “Wouldn’t it be nice to get away? Somewhere the Winter Soldier won’t follow?”
It was naïve thinking, I realized almost immediately. Just as Tony had said (not that I would ever admit to this truth). Naïve to believe that we could escape the mission, if only for a few moments; naïve to believe that Bucky could take himself out of world he had formed through escapism.
“I can’t change the past, doll.” He focused on one point across the ocean while I centered on the dips and divots of the vibranium.
“No one’s asking you to. But you don’t need to let it define you.” Reaching up, I tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. It had been blowing in his face for God knows how long; I knew he wouldn’t have bothered to fix it himself any time soon.
“The Winter Soldier is in the past. HYDRA can’t get to you anymore. This Bucky,” tapping my finger against his heart, I looked up at him, “this James—he’s the man I fell in love with.”
His withering stare finally softened as his shoulders relaxed all the way. Something clicked in him when he heard James—something he only hears from me.
“You’re here because Tony finally released his grip on you, is that it?” he quipped, softening his words by pressing his lips to the top of my head. “I could hear Tony yelling from downstairs, so I had asked JARVIS for the mission update before you came up.”
“You don’t have to go. You know that; no one would hold it against you.” As he opened his mouth to protest (most likely about how Tony would hold it against him if he had so much as buttered his toast wrong), I gently cut him off with a squeeze of his hand. “I do think it might help get things back on track with Tony, though, Buck.”
“He still doesn’t trust me.” Bucky’s eyes hardened, turning back toward the ocean.
“Prove him wrong.”
His silence held more than he knew, and he seemed to realize this as he gave a brisk nod and pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek before turning to change into his gear.
On the plane, as luck would have it, I had scored the seat between Bucky and Tony, Bucky being across the aisle from Steve, Bruce and Sam as well. He kept up quiet, polite conversation with Bruce and Sam on the way, his hand resting on my knee and his voice soft. While he was distracted, I took the opportunity to nudge Tony in the right direction.
“Talk to him,” I encouraged, pressing on when Tony narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know the first thing about him.”
At his bark of indignation, I cut him a look sharp as glass.
“You have misjudged him since the moment you met him,” I snapped, fingers curling into a fist. “We are a team. You want me, you get him, too. That’s how this works.”
Though I had pitched my voice low to avoid the others overhearing, Tony stiffened, and I could sense Wanda attempting to shift the energy of the plane as the rest of the team began stumbling over their words to affect cluelessness about the situation. Five metal fingers tightened lightly over my knee and I laid my hand atop his without breaking eye contact with Tony.
“Bucky didn’t kill our parents.” A sharp intake—whether from Bucky or from Wanda, I couldn’t be sure—sounded throughout the aircraft. “The Winter Soldier did. HYDRA did. Since coming back, Bucky’s done nothing but try to beg for your forgiveness, your understanding, and you’ve been a brick wall—to him, to Steve, to me. And deep down, I think you’re just scared to admit that you could have been wrong about something.”
My breathing rattled in my lungs.
The metal of Bucky’s fingers clicked together as they pressed into my knee.
A quiet rustle of Thor’s cloak and Natasha spinning a dagger between gloved fingers.
The soft tap of Steve’s shield against the seat of the plane.
One
Two
Three beats of
A b s o l u t e l y n o t h i n g.
As I turned back toward Bucky, his metal fingers tapping lightly into the fabric of my jeans, one-two-three, one-two—a grounding tactic he told me he once used at HYDRA’s base—I shook my head, willing to accept that there was nothing I could do for Tony to put his ego aside and take in what I was saying when—
“You’re right.” Tony let out a breath I knew he had probably been holding around Bucky since the Winter Soldier operative. Low enough for only me and Bucky to hear—though he directed his words at me—two words I never thought Bucky would hear from him (whether indirectly or not) fell past his lips. “I’m sorry.”
“James is—Bucky’s —not the Winter Soldier. He’s not the man you’ve painted him out to be. I love him for who he is, not what he has or hasn’t done. He’s done more for this team and for me than you care to notice. Maybe if you’d put your enormous ego aside and have a conversation with him, you would see that.”
Tony’s eyes darted between mine for five—six—seven beats, his lips pressed into a fine line. Five metal fingers continued tapping a pattern onto my thigh. One breath.
“I know you love him.”
A dozen pairs of eyes bore through Tony with a steel gaze, unabashedly pinning him in place with a single look.
I’d normally call a successful mission any time our team made it out alive, though I knew Tony didn’t see it the same way. Today was different—while half the team victory was winning the battle against a terrorist organization set to infiltrate the city, I would say that Bucky and I found our own victory in our small interaction with Tony on the plane.
“I’ve been thinking, Laela,” Bucky murmured from where we lazed across the chair on the veranda. I waited for him to continue and looked up at him, but his gaze wasn’t on me—it was trained on the ocean once more. I knew he was sifting through his thoughts, tangled in a knot from the last twenty-four hours—likely from before then, even. “I’ve been thinking about 1942.”
“The war?” I twisted a strand of his hair that had fallen into his eyes, not wanting to press too much on a sensitive subject. Tucking the strand behind his ear, I met his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Laying my head back down on his chest, I counted five heartbeats before he finally let out a breath.
“Yes. But not now.” His plated fingers brushed against my knee. His fingers tapped a rhythm against my knee—one-two-three, one-two. Grounding himself in reality. “I remember everything detail. About the war, about the HYDRA operative. Going under. Every moment.”
I knew as much, though he rarely talked about it openly like this.
“Tony stopped me when we came home from the mission.” The tension in his arms wrapped around me vanished on that word—home. “After you had gone up to bed, and I told you I would meet you up there. We started talking—one of the first real conversations I think we’ve ever had. He asked me—”
I waited for him to finish, knowing that whatever he had to say must have been as difficult then as it was now.
“He asked me about HYDRA. About the Winter Soldier.” As my body tried to jerk toward his, he gently pushed my shoulders back to lay against his chest. “It’s fine. I told him I didn’t want to talk about it, and he didn’t press—shocking as that is.”
“Did he ask about anything else?”
“He asked about you,” he admitted. At my baffled expression, he snorted and added, “Relax. He didn’t threaten to murder me and hide my body, if that’s what you’re wondering. He asked about what you said on the plane.”
Racking my brain, I remembered how heated I was toward Tony in the moment.
“You hadn’t told him that before, had you? That you loved me.”
It wasn’t an accusation, just a question. A statement, really. Still, I felt a flush creep up my neck as I tried to find a point on the horizon to focus on. Bucky knew that I loved him but didn’t always understand why. I hadn’t heard the same from him, and it was fine—honestly.
I would break off pieces of my own soul to give him, bit by bit, if it would give him some peace, just to let him know how loved he is.
“Have I ever told you the first memory I have of you? At the HYDRA base, when you and Steve had come to break me out?” Without waiting for an answer, a shaky laugh fell past his lips as he lifted his hand from my shoulder to comb his hair back.
“You had barreled through the door, right on Steve’s heels. HYDRA had been poking around in my brain, and I didn’t have control of what I was doing. But I was aware of what was going on around me.” His eyes met mine then, and my breath caught in my throat. “Tony was screaming from the sidelines for you to get the hell out of there when those HYDRA agents were about to storm the base. But you grabbed my hand and insisted that you wouldn’t leave me behind.”
His eyes glazed over, shifting his reality to that moment. My fingers tightened against his hands, both flesh and vibranium, letting him know that I wouldn’t leave him behind in this moment, either. Showing what I couldn’t put into words.
“I hadn’t done anything to prove to you that I could be trusted, and you were willing to lay your life on the line for me. You were the first one to speak to me after returning to the house. Other than Steve, you were the first one to make any effort to get to know me—the real me. James, not Bucky or The Winter Soldier.” His lips curved up in a genuine smile, one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and scrunched his nose and brought a pinch of color to his cheeks. Something that he didn’t show a lot. “You were the first one to call me out on my shit. Everyone else was too scared to even approach me.”
The room was silent now, but a comforting silence, one that wrapped itself around us as we gazed out toward the ocean.
“I know I have a lot to make up for. Not just to Tony and the team, but to you.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he silenced me by pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of love before I met you. The team—I've noticed most of them coming around, too. The other week, Clint was going on a supply run, and he asked me to come with him. I don’t think he had spoken to me more than a handful of times before that.”
“That was all you, Buck. The others are finally starting to see who you are in here,” I brought his vibranium hand in mine to tap against his heart. “Something they should have begun to do a long time ago.”
He settled into the chair on the veranda and pulled me tighter against his chest, his hair brushing against my cheek. I didn’t push it away. We sat like that, wound together in a comfortable silence, until the ocean breeze started to send a chill up my arm.
“It’s nice,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Feeling like I’m starting to belong somewhere. Like I have something to live for. Everyone from my past live, back in 1942—they're gone. Aside from Steve. I felt lost, for such a long time. Now it feels like the pieces are starting to fit together again—like I have people who love me in this life. Like I have a family.”
“You do have a family. We will always be there for you, whether you see it or not. And, though they may not say it, they love you. Almost as much as I do.” Laying my hand against his cheek, I gently turned his face to look at me, to recognize my words. I tapped against his heart—one-two-three, one-two. Grounding ourselves. “I love you, James. For what’s in here. I always will.”
I take it he hadn’t heard those words enough; his eyes lit up, brighter than I had ever seen, and a soft smile slowly spread across his lips.
“I love you, Laela.”
I’m not sure how long we laid in that chair, watching the tide crash against the rocks, my fingers tracing the grooves of his hand. All I remember is two arms, one flesh, one metal, hook under my legs and back and walk us back to the bed. I remember those same arms encircling me just moments later. I remember Bucky’s breathing slowing to a gentle brush against my neck as his snores softly echoed throughout the room.
I remember waking up before him the next morning and studying every line of his face, every divot of his vibranium arm, taking in every snore that escaped past his lips. I remember feeling love—his for me, and mine for him—all-encompassing in the quiet moments we had shared together.
Looking at him, finally comfortable in his own skin, relaxed in a way I knew he had never felt before, I knew I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
Summary: you had a one night stand with Bucky and now you’re pregnant. To make matters worse, you two haven’t spoken to each other since, until one night.
Notes: @jobean12-blog here it iiiis <3 okay so the smut in this was totally unplanned (like her pregnancy tehehe see what I did there?) and this is my first time writing smut and I knoooow it sucks :c but anyway! I enjoyed writing this :) feedback is welcome! Thank you for reading and wish you a bootiful day.
Since the morning you found out you were pregnant, you were happier and there was more bounce in your steps. Everyone in the compound noticed it and when they asked why, you just simply shrugged and carried on with your day. You also adopted a more healthier lifestyle; no caffeine products, more water, better foods. The cravings were driving you wild though, waking up at 3 a.m. for some pickles usually which you kept secretly stashed away in your own pantry in the kitchen. Tonight was one of those nights, it was currently 2:54 a.m. and you were craving for some of those pickles and some ice cream. “Anything for you, little baby.” you chuckled, caressing your barely-there bump. You were only a couple of weeks gone, around 12 weeks to be precise.
The pregnancy was completely unplanned and an accident, it happened after a rather difficult mission, you and Bucky sought comfort in each other and ended up having sex the whole night. You used protection which was why this was a total surprise, but even you knew condoms weren’t entirely effective. Previously, you harbored a crush on Bucky for a long time. He was sweet, gentle, caring, handsome, his thick thighs were incredible and his bicep even better. He was everything you wanted in a man; beard, shaggy hair, tall, muscular. He doesn’t know about your pregnancy, but the mere fact that he is the father to your baby makes you really happy and really scared all at the same time because you didn’t know how Bucky would react, the girls knew of your crush and when they tried to find out if he was interested in you or anyone else, he came out and confessed he didn’t want a relationship with anyone.
But to make the situation much harder, the two of you haven’t spoken to each other since that night. The morning after you rolled over and patted his side of the bed to find it cold and empty, then when you met him in the kitchen an hour later and wished him a good morning, he ignored you but continued to talk to Wanda about his plans for the day. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, because it still hurt now. The two of you were close friends up until that point you went to bed together and now it seemed like he was completely regretting it. Maybe the two of you were just lost in the moment.
The air in the compound was chilly as you walked down the hall and into the kitchen, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands to keep them warm. Your socks sliding against the marble floor with each stride over to your pantry. Bending slightly to look for the jar of pickles hidden behind some potato chips in the back. “Hmm would you rather some cookies?” you patted your belly and chuckled. “No? Okay, pickles it is you fussy little one.” grabbing the jar from the back, the cupboard door shuts with a bang.
You spun on your heels and almost dropped the jar of pickles, your eyes wide as you stared into those all familiar eyes. “Bucky.” you whispered. Subconsciously pulling the sweater from your belly to make it more baggy. “Who are you talking to?” he asked looking around the kitchen. “Nobody! I was talking to myself.” you chuckled awkwardly, your eyes darting all over the place. Bucky’s senses tell him you’re lying but he decides not to press any further. “Do you want some tea?” he offers pointing his finger to the cupboard where the green tea lives. “Sure.”
As Bucky made the tea, you made yourself comfortable on the stool putting the jar of pickles in front of you. The air is thick with tension, this being the first time you’re actually talking in months. “I haven’t talked to you in a while.” you said breaking the ice. Bucky exhaled as he put the two cups of green tea down on the counter. You quietly thanked him and sipped the hot beverage, the flavor dancing around on your taste buds. “Why are you eating pickles at this time of the morning?” Bucky wondered. “Uh, I kind of have an addiction to them.” you lied, well technically your baby had an addiction. You kinda smiled at the thought. Bucky watched you closely, you were more fidgety than usual, you’re not making eye contact with him, you’re hiding something and Bucky knows you’re lying.
The two of you sat in awkward and uncomfortable silence, unable to pull a conversation out of the other. Bucky still thinks about that night he spent with you, it was the best night of his life. You were the first girl he slept with since the 1940s. He still remembers how tight you felt around him, how your walls clenched when he hit that deep spot, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. The noises he pulled from you that night, he still remembers them like it was only last night. Your fingers interlaced as he brought pleasure to you both, the wetness on the condom, the way you tasted on his tongue still fresh on his mind.
“Do you remember that night?” Bucky asked suddenly. You bit your lip and smiled. Of course you did, that night was also the best night for you. No man before Bucky has ever been able to make you cum so hard and so many times. You squeeze your thighs just thinking about the way he felt dragging his huge length through your walls and pushing back in.
“Of course.” you answered, a slight blush sweeping across your cheeks. “I don’t regret it Y/N.” he offers a genuine smile, one you gladly return. “Me neither. I just wished we could have stayed friends after it.” you answered sadly looking down into your cup. “We are friends.” you shook your head and stood up, the overwhelming guilt suddenly washes over you.
The sudden urge to tell him the truth because it’s his baby too and he deserves to know. “We won’t be after I tell you…” you blink back tears. You feel Bucky stand behind you just from the heat radiating from his body, his metal hand resting on your waist before he slides it further around on your belly and you hold your breath. “Tell me what?” his voice is husky in your ear, he pulls you back towards his body. His hardness digging into your butt. He’s been thinking about you too.
Without warning, Bucky spins you around and your lips clash. A moan escapes and Bucky uses this opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. His hands slip under your sweater and he groans when he feels you’re not wearing underwear. He picks you up and sets you down on the counter, nudging your legs open with his knee as he drops his sweatpants down to his ankles and lines himself up to your entrance. Simultaneously moaning when he enters, the familiar full feeling coming back to you just like that night. His thrusts are quick and needy. He’s raw and throbbing against your wet walls.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. His thrusts deeper and harder, your slick covering most of his length and onto the floor but neither of you care. He dips his head to nip and suck at your pulse point. His fingers slipping between your conjoined bodies as he flicks his thumb over your throbbing clit. “AH FUCK!” you bury your face in his face to muffle your moans and screams. His fingers are bruising against your waist. His thumb is working your clit over and you cum over him with a muffled cry. Your body shaking and your walls squeezing him tightly. His thrusts become languid and a few strokes, you feel him swell against your walls and then the feeling of his hot cum shooting inside you. “Fuck.” he moans breathlessly. Sheens of sweat glistens on your skin. He leans his forehead against yours, just staring into each other’s eyes.
There’s no words spoken but in this moment, none are needed. “I’m sorry doll, I’ve just missed you so much and I had to make sure she was in there.” he smiled sheepishly, his eyes are dark and hooded. “She?” you questioned digging your heels into his butt. “Come on doll, I know I’m old but I know you’re pregnant.” he pulled out, leaving you empty and cold just like that morning in bed. “How did you…?”
Bucky helped you down from the counter, your legs turned to jelly from your activity, he helped you to get dressed and made you both a fresh cup of green tea. “My new arm has this feature, it picks up my teammates heartbeats and it vibrates.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last statement. “Your heart was beating strong, then I heard a fainter one in your stomach.” he smiled.
A single tear dropped rolled down your cheek. “Are you- are you mad at me?” you asked in barely a whisper. “Of course I’m not. I’m just a little upset you didn’t tell me sooner. I want to be here for you and for the baby. I wanna be with you doll. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.” you walked slowly over to him, your legs still felt numb and took his hand in yours, placing the palm of his over your belly. “We want you too.”
Summary: Bucky takes care of you after a long, exhausting mission.
Words: 830
A/N: There is no point in me prolonging this any longer, so here it is. The first fic I’m publishing on here. These will hopefully get better the more I write, until that day comes, I do apologize if this sucks ass.
The mission you had just got home from absolutely exhausted you, so much in fact that you were too tired to move from the couch, and take a shower. Your super soldier boyfriend you shared a floor with however, had no problems shifting his weight around the place, sometimes you were jealous of his stamina. He could run for miles without breaking a sweat, if you ran two miles, you would need a medic.
“(Y/N), are you going to take a shower?” Bucky asked as he took a seat next to your stretched out form on the couch, your eyes were closed but you could still feel him burning a hole in the side of your head.
“Nah,” you mumbled, your lips barely moving as your body slumped further down the couch. “M’ too tired.”
“Alright, come on lazy bones.” Bucky stood up and you watched him wearily as he kneeled in front of the couch and tapped his back, “Hop on! I’ll give you a piggyback ride back to our room and bathe you.” Now there was an offer you couldn’t refuse.
Sluggishly, you pulled your upper body from the thick cushion and lazily wrapped your arms around Bucky. His hands rested under your thighs, easily picking you up. He stood tall, and adjusted you on his back before he marched out of the common room and down the hall to your bedroom. Once he arrived, he walked straight into the conjoined bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet seat. You watched him as he prepared a small bath with your favorite bath bomb and kept a close check on the temperature of the water. Once it was warm enough, Bucky helped you out of your clothes and threw them in the corner of the bathroom. He picked you up bridal style, lifting you in the bath, you immediately moaned from how good it felt. The warmth of the water washing away your aches and pains you felt in your legs.
Bucky kept his word, wetting the loofah loaded with your favorite shower gel and scrubbed your body from your neck down to your feet. It felt so relaxing to be pampered and being taken care of by your boyfriend. He knew how exhausting the missions were and he honestly didn’t mind taking care of his love. You were his everything, he just needed to make sure you were okay.
“Is this okay?” Bucky asked with a sheepish smile, watching for your reaction as the loofah scrubbed against your chest. A small hum of appreciation from you letting him know it was more than okay.
“It’s perfect,” you smiled, “thank you.”
“Anything for you, my love.”
Once your body was clean and smelling great, Bucky released the water down the plughole and grabbed a fluffy towel off the shelf. He helped you to stand, making sure you didn’t collapse, and wrapped the towel around your body, lifting you over the edge of the tub and setting you back down.
“Alright, let’s get you ready for bed and you can sleep.” You smiled appreciatively, because without Bucky, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle a simple thing such as taking a bath by yourself. He gently took your hands in his, and pulled you into your bedroom to sit you on the edge of your bed. Your eyes were falling heavy and Bucky kept talking about random things to keep you awake just a few minutes longer.
Bucky searched through your drawer looking for a clean pair of underwear, some sleep shorts and a tank top, your usual bedwear. Once he found everything he was looking for, he took two strides over to your hunched figure, setting the clothes next to you and started to dry you with the towel now hanging loosely around your frame.
“Thank you for this, Bucky,” you told him for the second time tonight, reminding him how much you really do appreciate everything he does for you.
“I don’t mind at all baby,” he presses a light kiss to your forehead, you lean into his touch, “You’d do it for me, right?” he asks as he slipped your shorts up your thighs. You nodded your head and lifted your hips so he could finish getting them up, then lastly, he slipped the tank over your head and pulled back the duvet cover. You more or less crawled under the sheets, sighing in contentment from being sheathed by the warmth and the clean sheets against your clean body.
“I’ll be back in a little while baby,” He starts to leave and you grumble his name, making him stop in his tracks, “I gotta take a shower myself. You get some sleep, you need it. I’ll come cuddle you in a little while.” he smiles as your eyes closes and lips part, the soft snores leaving them as he quietly walks back into the bathroom for the second time tonight to clean his own body.
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46. “Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.
126. I really want to talk to you. And not through the door.
138. “You don’t get to say anything to me!”
So for the purposes of this story- Tony didn't die, Steve isn't an old man. End Game had a happier ending. Reader is Tony’s daughter...because we all know my sheer OBSESSION with Stark readers and OCs. She was about 15 at the time of the first Avengers movie so if I did my math right...With the End Game time jump she should be 27ish. If I’m wrong...pretend I’m not. This is like 7K words and I’m not even sorry. 😂
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As Tony Stark’s daughter, people treated you differently your whole life. You were always catered to, and you kind of hated it. It took you a long time to come to terms with the fact that you would never have a normal life. When you were 12, Tony was kidnapped. The video of him that the kidnappers sent still plagued your dreams to this day. When you finally got him back and he came out as Iron Man, that had made you give up your dream of having any normality; You were happy to let it go, you couldn’t have been more proud of your father.
Tony had always been in your life. At first it was minimal because your mother used you as a bargaining chip for money. Your mother had been a girl he met out and had a fling with. By the time you were 3, you were with him full time. When Tony had found out your mother was abusing prescription meds, he cleaned his life up and fought for you. He still had his fun, but taking care of you came first. Eventually she vanished from your life after a handful of supervised visits.
While Tony was busy saving the world, you were working on your studies. You attended a private a school to help keep you out of the lime light. You remembered hearing about Captain America from Agent Coulson and were excited to meet him when you found out he came out of the ice. You didn’t know your grandparents. He knew your grandfather. You wanted to learn about a different side of him. Phil had promised to arrange it, but then Loki and the Chitauri came for New York. You had been only 15 at the time. By some stroke of luck you had gone unharmed. You had been through a lot in your young life already, and watching Tony disappear through that hole in the sky had shaken you to your core. You had been in the tower and had run outside crying. Steve Rogers had caught you in his arms and held you tight while you broke down. He didn’t let you go until Tony opened his eyes. That day forged a bond with you and Steve. He became the big brother you had always needed.
Once things had settled down, you closed yourself off from everyone, including your father. Tony had to hire a tutor for you to continue your school work because you wouldn’t leave the tower. Tony has been distraught when he couldn’t reach you. It had been Steve that had broken through your walls after he moved in to The Avengers tower. He had let you guide him through all of the pop culture he didn’t understand and he earned your trust by treating you like you were his equal, not a kid. He didn’t try to get you to talk like Tony and Pepper did. He didn’t treat you like glass the way Happy and Rhodey did. He would tell you stories about when he was a kid and how he was trying to adjust after being gone for so long. Eventually, you slowly started opening up. You told him how you were certain that being Iron Man would take your father from you too soon but that he had to do it. The world needed heroes like him and Steve. You confessed your fears of being ill prepared for what was coming in the world. You couldn’t protect yourself, and the idea that you would be a distraction from other people being saved ate at you. Steve taught you how to defend yourself, you trained with him. Tony had been grateful that Steve had helped you and brought his brilliant and loving daughter back to life. Like Tony, you graduated high school far too early. At 16, went to Columbia University to get your degree in computer science and engineering, you also minored in Business. At age 20 you had a masters degree and you were helping Pepper with Stark Industries. Eventually it would be yours to take over. You also worked behind the scenes for The Avengers. Tony had been insistent that you never went into the field, but he didn't mind you working at the tower with Maria Hill.
The time of the Accords had been one of the worst times in your life. Watching Steve and Tony fracture down the middle. You saw both sides and cried when you told Steve you had to stand with your father. No matter what, you would never turn your back on Tony. The two of you were a team. Steve understood that more than you knew at the time. You had been shattered when you found out about Bucky being the one that murdered your grandparents and the fact that Steve had covered it up. Steve had told you so many stories about Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Your brain couldn’t reconcile the fun loving man and the Soldier that gave your grandparents such a violent end. Steve’s lie had hurt more than anything, yet part of you understood. You knew what Bucky meant to him. Bucky was his family and he would do anything to protect him. After all...there wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't do to protect your father.
It had been you that convinced Tony that it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. You were a woman obsessed after Steve went on the run. You needed to understand. You had done extensive research into Hydra after everything that had happened. You needed to be able to separate The Winter Soldier from Bucky Barnes. You believed that Steve knew James Barnes best. He was rarely wrong. When you delved into the research into how they had programmed him, you felt instant regret for the rift between you and Steve. You begged Tony to find a way to forgive and move on. You had reached out to Steve a few times and met once. Steve had been hesitant, not because he didn’t trust you, but because he was afraid you would get hurt. You had to forgive him and in person and so he agreed. You spent two days with him and Sam in South America. It had been hard to leave them knowing you didn’t know if and when you would see them again. Tony knew you had seen Steve and made amends, he just wasn’t ready yet. Tony wanted to find your level of empathy, he just needed to work at it. Then Thanos happened and your world shattered again.
your father disappeared onto that space ship. Bruce has called Steve, Nat, Sam and Wanda for help. You had been a wreck when they walked back into the compound. Steve wanted you to stay behind but there was no way you were staying. At the very least you could help Shuri get the Infinity Stone from Vision. You ended up on the battlefield and watched everyone around you crumble into nothing. You were inconsolable until Carol Danvers rescued your father. When all seemed lost, you helped your father heal and settle down into a quiet life. He married Pepper and you finally had a sister.
After 5 years of despair, it was time to fight again. And while you got the world back. While the loss of Nat was nearly suffocating, you couldn't be more proud of her and her sacrifice. You had almost lost Tony when he snapped Thanos out of existence. He was never quite the same physically, but he happily accepted it to live in peace with his family knowing he had stopped the Mad Titan. It was his “one last mission” and he was lucky he made it back home.
You found anything but peace. You needed to do more than sitting behind a desk. After meeting Carol Danvers you realized that another Thanos could come your way and even if one didn’t, the world was in disarray again since the population had been restored. So, you joined the newly formed SHIELD. It was during this time you had gotten to know James Buchanan Barnes and he turned your world upside down. You found yourself getting lost in the blue of his eyes on more than one occasion. Goosebumps covered your skin any time his hands were on you during training. You had started looking forward to missions with just the two of you and then you started to realize he was like Steve. Steve Rogers acting as a over protective big brother was bad enough, you didn’t need his side kick jumping in on the mix. You thought that with all of the training you had done and how you continually proved yourself would be enough, clearly you were wrong. Bucky did whatever he could to block you out, keep you in the jet or back at the compound. You had finally had enough.
“No! You don't get to say anything to me right now." You were raging. Bucky had just gotten back from the mission that you were supposed to go on with him. He had again convinced Steve that he didn't need you. He botched the mission and almost got himself killed. He was trying to talk his way out of it and you didn’t want to hear it.
"Y/N, calm down." Bucky immediately regretted it. He saw the rage burn behind your eyes. Sam had his arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the counter of the common area kitchen enjoying the show. Bucky should have known better, you had quite the temper.
“Calm down?! God I am so sick of this! It’s because Tony is my father, isn’t it? It’s such bullshit! You needed me on that mission. I could have gotten in and out quickly and gotten all of the information off of their drives and you could have watched my back while I did it. Instead, YOU made a big "Winter Solider" splash, dropped way more bodies than necessary and didn't even get all of the information I need! These are huge drug smugglers and now they know we're after them. So now who's going to have to be smarter, work harder and get the info we need from behind the scenes? ME! NOT YOU." You took a deep breath and tried to reign in your temper. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I don't need you to protect me. I'm not some helpless damsel. If I wasn't good enough to be in the field...Fury NEVER would have me given me the okay and Rhodey sure as hell would have put a stop to it if I wasn’t prepared. I get you're trying to gain points with my Father...because I know he doesn't want me here. But this time, your need to get on his good side fucked up this whole operation!" Naturally Steve walked in during the middle of your tirade wide eyed.
"I don't know if that language is necessary." Sam let out a low whistle, certain that your head was going to pop off your shoulders. He watched as you turned slowly and narrowed your eyes at Steve.
“Actually, Captain Rogers" the tone in your voice oozed sarcasm, "it's perfectly necessary. And you are JUST has bad as he is" you pointed over at Bucky. "You find any excuse to pull me off of missions and keep me in this tower like I'm frickin Rapunzel or something." You pushed past the two of them and stalked down the hall, slamming your door. The three men stood there quietly.
"Soooo...that went well." Sam finally quipped. Buck and Steve both glared at him. "Don't glare at me, she's not wrong. I love going on missions with her. She's smart and fast. She calculates every risk and doesn’t do anything unless absolutely necessary. She doesn't need you to protect her. I mean I get why you want to." He directed the last part of his comment to Bucky.
“What the hell does that mean pigeon." Bucky shot Sam another glare causing Steve to groan. He wasn’t in the mood for their bickering.
"Look...do I think you want to win bonus points with Papa Stark...sure. But not for the reason she thinks. You have feelings for her. You don't know exactly how to tell her or how to deal with it so you try to be her protector. She doesn’t need another man in her life trying to bubble wrap her. Tony and Rhodey have that covered. She wants to be your equal. She’s more than proven herself. And I’m not insulting you, it’s just an observation. We've been working together long enough for me to know you. I know your tells. I also see how you look at her when you think no one else is looking. Try talking to her...outside of missions. Maybe ask her out. Use some of that charm you have that Steve told us about." Sam shrugged and walked away.
Bucky swallowed uncomfortably as Steve turned his gaze towards him. Bucky wasn't sure how he would react and of course Sam had said something in front of him. Sam was right, he did have a thing for you. How could he not? You were so many things; funny, smart, empathetic, which he knew better than anyone. You were beautiful and had a smile that could light up the darkest of places. He even loved your temper. You had a passion and fire inside of you, God help anyone that got in your way.
“Look Steve, you know how amazing she is, how could I not want to be with her? She’s incredible. But I also know nothing can ever happen. I mean the age difference alone. I know how much she means to you. I’d never cross that line.” Steve smiled.
“I don’t think that we can really consider an age difference here when you, like me, spent so much time under ice. And then the fact that you were gone for 5 years. It’s not a normal situation. And yes, she does mean a lot to me. I’ve known her since she was a kid. I watched her grow up. But she isn’t a kid anymore. She’s a grown woman. It’s not up to me who she spends her time with. If I had to pick, you’d be at the top of the list. Buck- you’re not the man Hydra made you into anymore. You healed that part of yourself in Wakanda. You are a good man.”
“Tony won’t approve.” Steve smiled for a moment.
“You really think that would stop her?” Bucky laughed at that comment. But he absolutely thought Tony’s disapproval would put an end to anything he could have with you. “Tony forgave you. It took time but he moved past that. And if you end up being what makes her happy, he wouldn’t stand in the way of that. And she and Sam are right, she doesn’t need us to protect her. I’m equally guilty in trying to keep her out of the line of fire.” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder as he pondered what Steve and Sam has said and headed to talk to you.
***
You were pacing in your room trying to work out your anger when there was a knock at the door. You rolled your eyes. You knew who it was without any verification.
“Leave me alone Steve.” You heard him chuckle. He wouldn’t let anger stay between the two of you. You had made an agreement a long time ago to always work out your differences.
“C’mon Y/N- I really want to talk to you. And not through the door.“ You groaned and headed over to your door and yanked it open. Steve had his arms crossed and he was leaning against the doorway.
“What?”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “You’re right. I need to stop putting my personal feelings for you in front of the job we have to do. I think after everything that we’ve seen and been through I just want to know you’re always safe. Your father made it clear I was responsible for you. But it’s not fair to you.”
“Thanks Steve. I’m just so sick of being treated like I’m made of glass. I can handle myself. I know the risks.”
“I know. Your more than qualified to be in the field and I trust you more than about anyone. I promise to do better. And Bucky isn’t trying to earn points with Tony. I think he just thinks that the Stark family has been through enough. You’re the one that made it possible for him to be apart of this family. Your forgiveness and understanding led to Tony’s. Being here has allowed him to get back to the person he used to be. “
“Yeah well thanks to him I have a ton of work to do.” You felt your anger deflate like a balloon. “I better get to it.” You nodded over to your desk where two huge flat screen monitors sat.
“Alright, let me know if you need anything.” You nodded and watched him retreat down the hall before you shut your door.
Bucky Barnes was under your skin. He had been since the day you met him in Wakanda. You expected this hardened soldier but found a man with an easy smile and kind eyes. Whatever monster that had lived within him had been snuffed out. It had started when you’d notice that his gaze would linger on you just a little longer than necessary. Your heart would pound anytime he was in close proximity and you were certain he had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. But it would never progress past a few longing looks and mild flirting. Bucky Barnes was determined to stay on Tony Starks good side, certainly any sort of relationship with his daughter would be frowned upon. You sighed and sat down.
“Friday- run through the files Sergeant Barnes obtained. We then need to get into their servers and find out when the next deal is going to happen so we can stop them.”
“Right away Miss Stark.” It was going to be a very long night.
***
It had been a few days and you finally got a lead to where the drug ring might be next. You were running down to the gym where you knew Bucky was. You stopped when you saw it empty and stepped towards the locker room with trepidation.
“Barnes! “Are you decent?” You yelled into the doorway. You heard him laugh.
“Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.” you rolled your eyes and strolled in, your heels clacking on the floor. He had been more flirty than normal the past few days. It was knocking you off your guard. He shot you a grin when he saw you. True to his word, he was wearing pants and nothing else. His prosthetic arm was on the bench, and his impressive form was still damp from the shower. You didn’t realize you were staring until he cleared his throat. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and you stepped forward looking at the still angry scars on shoulder where his arm used to be attached. He would normally be self conscious with someone staring at him the way you were, but he saw interest, not pity. He sucked his breath in when you ran your fingers over the scar. You quickly realized what you were doing and jumped back.
“Sorry - I, uh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You had a sheepish look on your face. “Just...does that bother you?” Your head was tilted to the side.
“Not since Wakanda. Shuri fixed me up. Now it doesn’t hurt to wear the arm.” You looked up at him.
“You sure? I used the 3D printer to print skin grafts for another agent”
“Of course you did.” You narrowed your eyes at him and pursed your lips. “It’s more cosmetic now, no physical pain. So unless you think I need plastic surgery.”
“Shut up. That’s not what I meant. I’ve just never seen you without your prosthetic. Scars make a person more interesting. I have plenty of my own.” He watched you shudder. He remembered the deep cuts to your back during the battle with Thanos. You had been running to protect Peter and one of Thanos’ soldiers had slashed your back a few times. He remembered your screams from being cleaned and stitched up vividly.
“So...do you need something or just here to ogle me?” He wiggled his eyesbrows at you and winked when he saw your face go red again.”
“You’re obnoxious.” He was enjoying your fluster. “You need to get your shit. You, Steve and Sam are headed to Chicago to try and bust the drug ring. I finally found a lead.”
“You’re not coming?” He was certain after the last time that it would be a cold day in hell before you missed this.
“Well unfortunately I still have my Stark Industries responsibilities. And in two days we have a fundraiser. Please let me remind you that you three are on the guest list and help the elite open their big fat checkbooks. Don’t get killed and make sure Sam doesn’t mess up his pretty face.”
“Of course Doll.” He watched your eyes narrow again. You gave him a quick second look before you strutted out of the locker room completely flustered again. His skin still almost tingled where you had touched him.
***
You looked around the ball room at the richest of the rich. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, but you felt a cloud over you. Steve and company were successful in stopping the shipment and a few of the ring members, but the leader had eluded them again. They were capitalizing on people’s pain and desperation. It hadn’t been any easy transition back for many who were snapped away. They often turned to substances to drown their sorrows. Maybe it was because you had found out your mother had recently overdosed. You took it personally. You didn’t know the woman, she was a stranger, but she was still your mother.
“Well look at you.” You turned to see a beaming Tony with Pepper holding onto his good arm. The arm that had been touched by the infinity stones was covered by a black brace.
“Hi Daddy.” You smiled and hugged him.
“Hi darling. Morgan misses you. She insists you come visit next weekend.”
“I know. I’m a terrible sister, I’ve just been distracted.”
“You’ve been working too hard.”
“Gee, I wonder where she gets it from?” Pepper quipped and you let out a genuine laugh.
“Well you are your father’s daughter. I couldn’t be more proud.” Tony kissed your cheek. “We’re going to make some rounds. I’ll see you later.” You nodded. You were by yourself again for a few moments and then saw Steve’s smiling face approaching you.
“Hey kid.”
“Steven.” You smiled at him.
“Ready?” You nodded and he led you up to the podium. Steve greeted the crowd and then introduced you. No matter how many crowds you spoke in front of, you always got nervous. As you approached the podium you looked out to the crowd and caught Bucky’s eye. He gave a reassuring smile that took your breath away. At some point between his mission and now he had gotten his long hair cut into a style similar to what it was before the war. He looked stunning in his tux. You cleared your throat and adverted your eyes away from the Sergeant’s.
“Thank you all so much for coming. It’s a happy occasion that brings us all here tonight as we celebrate the one year anniversary that so many of you were returned to us. I would be remised if I didn’t acknowledge the struggle that so many across not only our nation, but the world, have experienced as they’ve tried to adjust back to normal life. With that in mind, and the reason why we invited you here tonight is to announce a new program through Stark Industries that will aim to help those in need get to normalcy. The Romanova Foundation is named for Natasha Romanoff. You had to pause as your voice cracked on Natasha’s name. ”If it weren’t for Natasha’s bravery and sacrifice, many of us would not be standing here tonight. So I ask you to open your hearts and your wallets to help those of us in need as Natasha would have. Thank you.” You stepped away from the podium quickly as the crowd roared with applause. Steve tried to grab your arm but you shrunk away and shook your head. You bit back tears as you rushed towards a door towards a private balcony, grabbing a bottle of champagne on your way.
***
Bucky watched as you made a quick exit. He was going to follow you when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see a smiling Tony.
“Sergeant. I was informed you had a semi successful mission yesterday, glad the three of you stopped that shipment. I also heard you got your ass ripped by my daughter last week for bumping her off a mission and then you made a huge mess of it.” Bucky swallowed hard. Tony must have read his anxiety and held his hands up. “No judgment here. I made plenty of messes myself. And I don’t envy anyone that catches her temper. It burns a little. She gets it from my side.” Tony shrugged. “You know she talks about you a lot.” Tony fired off his comments quickly.
“She does?”
“Yeah...I don’t think she realizes how much she does. She has Morgan conflicted between who her favorite Super Soldier is. You or Cap. Naturally her favorite Avenger is me. I gather you and my daughter work together a lot.”
“We do. Steve or I are usually with her.”
“To protect her?”
“Yes. She’s not a super soldier, though she thinks she is.” Tony snickered. “She’s not enhanced like Wanda. But she’s a huge asset. I don’t know what we would do without her. But some of these people we’re up against are enhanced, So Steve and I, we stick close to Y/N.”
“How close is close Barnes?” Bucky paled as Tony stared him down. After a moment he laughed and clapped Bucky on his shoulder.
“I’m messing with you. Rogers and I had a conversation. While he’s not usually the type to butt in, I think he’s trying to cut through the red tape. Look, the past is the past. After everything that happened, I don’t live there anymore. The only thing I care about is that my daughter is safe and happy. I’ve been assured that the man that they made you is gone for good. And that is good enough for me. I don’t know if you know this, but my daughter and Natasha got very close in the 5 years between Thanos annihilating half the planet and when we got everyone back. She and Nat worked tirelessly with Carol and company to watch the universe. Nat’s death was hard on all of us, but especially my daughter. Today is a hard day for her. If I know her as well as I think I do, she’s hiding outside on the far left balcony. Probably with a bottle of booze drowning her sorrows. Do me a favor...go and check on our girl.” It took Bucky a moment to react but he nodded his head and started walking towards the other side of the room before Tony yelled his name and he turned. Tony approached him again. “I may be out of commission, but just remember that I still have a suit and if you hurt my daughter there’s no serum in the world that can protect you.” With that, Tony turned on his heel and walked away.
***
You tried to hold back your tears. You knew today was going to be hard. You didn’t realize how hard until you started talking about Natasha. You took a long drink out of your bottle and looked out over the lights of the nearby city. You heard the door open behind you and exhaled.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” When you heard the door shut you thought you had been left alone but then you felt the cool metal of Bucky’s hand in your shoulder.
“You don’t have to talk. I just don’t want you to be alone feeling like this.” You nodded but didn’t turn, you couldn’t face him. So instead he stood behind you, his arms on each side of yours protectively caging you in. “Is it okay if I talk?” You nodded.
“You know what I remembered first when we came back? Your face. For me, you represented redemption, forgiveness and all of the things I didn’t think I deserved. When Steve told me that you two had worked things out, that you understood, it was a huge relief. I knew how important you were to him. Tony too. I felt like I robbed him of the family he found after the ice.” He was leaning down so he could speak quietly in your ear. “Then he told me that you wanted to meet me. God, I was terrified. All I could remember was Tony when he saw that video. I couldn’t imagine seeing the monster I had been reflected in anyone else’s eyes. Saying you forgive someone is one thing, truly being able to mean it was another. But then when you all came to try and stop Thanos the first time you waltzed off that jet and gave me the biggest smile and then you hugged me instead of shaking my hand. You took my breath away. And it was so strange to come back and then realize that 5 years had gone by. For me, it was like we just picked the fight up where we left off. It wasn’t until after that I saw you were different. You were harder. More determined to keep fighting. More determined to be a pain in my ass and walk into the line of fire when all I wanted to do was make sure you were okay. Not because of Tony. But because you were the first person other than Steve to really make me feel like I was worth all of this, that I was with saving. The idea that you were going to be out there and possibly getting hurt I had to prevent that at all costs. I just wanted you protected and behind your computer at home. That wasn’t fair and I’m sorry for doing that to you. You’re strong and capable. Getting to know you over this past year, even if you were pissed off at me for most of it, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m sorry that you had to lose Natasha for me to get my life back. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with Nat- but she was an incredible person. I would give my life up in a second to bring her back.” You spun around so you could face him. Even in sky high heels he was looking down at you.
“Don’t say that! Please don’t ever say that.” He studied your tear filled eyes with a kind smile. He slowly put both hands on your cheeks and swiped the unshed tears from your eyes. “As much as it hurts, Natasha had to make that sacrifice to find peace. And loosing you would be just as hard.” His blue eyes sparkled down at you and you felt a swoop in your stomach. He stroked your cheek with his non-metal hand before he dropped them to his side. He watched you take a deep breath and visibly relax.
“I haven’t talked about Natasha much. It just makes me so sad that she’s not here with us today. That she’s not here celebrating our victory. I think not talking about her has made it harder to heal.”
“Any time you want to talk, I’m here to listen.”
“And I will. But not now. This is supposed to be a party.” You smiled up at him, he was impossibly close.
“Well the 3/4 of that champagne bottle you drank will make this a real party for you in a few minutes when it hits you. You tipped your head back and laughed. “There it is.” He said it in a whisper. You have him a questioning look. “My favorite laugh.” He was making you blush again. This must have been what he was like before the war and it definitely wasn’t in your imagination. The flirting from the past few days was actually flirting. You weren’t sure what made him decide to be so obvious about it, but you didn’t care. “If no one else has told you, you look incredible tonight.” You were clad in a black strapless sweetheart neckline dress with a sequined bodice and jewel embellishments down the tulle skirt.
“You clean up pretty nicely yourself. I like the hair cut by the way.”
“It was time to get rid of the last thing that reminded me of The Winter Soldier...well other than the scary arm.”
“The arm isn’t scary.”
“No? Some of the looks I get say otherwise.”
“No. The metal arm is actually pretty sexy.” You didn’t even think before you said it. He had a smirk plastered to his face and this time you made yourself blush.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“I said the arm was sexy.” He stepped closer so you were leaning against the high railing again, his arms on either side of you caging you in again. You felt the tip of his nose run across your shoulder and up your neck as he whispered in your ear.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” The two of you had been dancing around each other for the last year, neither brave enough to make the next move. “If it wasn’t obvious by now, I have feelings for you. Big ones. The only question is, do you feel the same?”
“Do you really have to ask? Of course I do.” You felt his lips press against your shoulder and then your neck and it was like someone sucked the air out of you. He placed his hand in the side of your face and looked into your eyes for a moment and then put you out of your misery by pressing his lips to yours. It was like the missing piece had finally been put in its place. As you gripped his shoulders to deepen the kiss you heard someone clear their throat.
“Gross. Get a room.” Sam’s teasing voice rang out through the air. Bucky groaned and dropped his head as you peered around him to look at Sam. “Listen, this is your party Stark, you better get in there before someone else comes out here looking for you. Last thing we need is a reporter snapping a picture of this and ruining everyone’s breakfast tomorrow.”
“Yeah yeah we’re coming.” Bucky’s voice was laced with irritation. When Sam had retreated back inside you cupped both sides of Bucky’s face and pressed your lips to his again.
“Come dance with me. I’ve heard you’ve got some moves.”
“They May be outdated sweetheart.” You grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of it and then took Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards the entrance.
***
“You okay? I mean you seem okay now, but I know you’re good at hiding it.” You were standing with Steve side by side at the bar. The bar that Nat would often mix drinks at during one of the many party’s your father would throw. Bucky had excused himself to go dig out more of Thor’s Asgardian liquor for him and Steve. You were pleasantly buzzed if not a little bit drunk. Your face hurt from laughing. You had spent the evening dancing with Bucky, Sam and Sam’s date. She worked for you at Stark Industries in research and development. You had introduced her and Sam a few months ago and they, as you knew they would hit it off. She was funny like Sam but tough enough to not take his shit. He needed someone to keep him in line.
“I really am Steve. I promise. It just hit me hard when I was standing up there. Bucky, he.-“ Steve grinned and cut you off.
“It’s about time. I’ve watched the two of you tip toe around liking each other since he joined us. There’s a reason you get so angry with him.” You gave him your infamous eye narrow and lip pursed expression. “Y/N- even your father knew. He encouraged Bucky to go to you.” Your eyes widened.
“He did?!” You knew Tony had let go of what happened but you never would have expected him to be okay with you having any sort of romantic relationship with James Buchanan Barnes...let alone encourage it.”
“He wants you to be happy. He’s happy. After everything that has happened he knows how important it is to say how you feel. He wants you to have what he has. He sees how Buck looks at you, how you look at him. How you talk about him. He’d never deny you that.” You looked over at your father and Pepper dancing and felt your heart swell for him. Your attention was drawn back when you heard Bucky set a glass down in front of Steve.
“God that smells like turpentine” you scrunched your nose in disgust.
“Well sweetheart not all of us can still be light weights.” Bucky grinned at you. Steve excused himself to head over to Sharon. You were happy that he seemed to find some happiness after everything. He had thought about going back and staying with Peggy. But creating a new timeline could have consequences. Plus the idea of leaving Bucky behind what inconceivable. You watched as Bucky downed his drink and shuddered a little bit. You both laughed and then he put his hand out as a slow song started playing over the crowd. You placed your hand in his and led him lead you to the dance floor. His one hand found the small of your back and pulled you flush against him while your other hand was still in his. You placed your free hand on the back of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his freshly buzzed hair. He kissed you lightly and you enjoyed being so close to him. If anyone would have told you this was how you would spend your night, you would have laughed at them.
“So my father gave you his blessing I hear?” Bucky let out a throaty laugh.
“And then threatened my life if I ever hurt you. He said he still has a suit.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“That sounds like my father. I’m glad he did. I’ve been hoping you’d make a move for a long time.”
“You could have made a move on me you know.”
“True- but you’re old. I didn’t want to offend your old fashioned ways.”
“You wound me.” You gave Bucky a grin.
“Speaking of old fashioned...your dance moves are pretty nice.”
“Oh yeah?” He flirted. Before you could respond, gun shots rang through the air and a group of men bounded in the room with semi-automatic weapons.”
“That’s the leader of the drug ring. Samuel O’Brien.” You were wide eyed and pulled away from Bucky. Samuel narrowed his eyes at you.
“So I assume it’s you and your friends that took want was mine. Now, I’ll take what is yours.” You watched as his eyes locked on your fathers. Before Bucky could stop you, you ran towards your father and pushed him out of the way as a bullet sank into your abdomen as the both of you crashed to the ground. Your ears were ringing and it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion.
“Dammit Y/N! You shouldn’t have done that!” Tony cried out as he pulled his jacket off to put pressure on the bullet. You couldn’t speak. You locked eyes with your father for a moment and then everything faded to black.
***
You felt pain, white hot searing pain. Your eye lids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds as you struggled to open them. As the white room came into focus you heard the steady beeping of a hospital monitor.
“Y/N?!” You slowly glanced to your right and saw the worried looks of your father and Steve Rogers. Your father had jumped up and was fussing over you and you groaned. “What? What is it? What hurts?”
“Everything.” You saw Steve reach over and click a button on your IV.
“Thank God you woke up.” Tony ran his hand over your head and kissed your forehead. You started to feel fuzzy again and felt yourself slowly slip from consciousness from the pain meds Steve had sent into your veins.
You didn’t know how long you had been out for as you slowly blinked your eyes open again. You felt the heat of someone’s arm next to yours. When you looked to the side there sat James Buchanan Barnes with his head resting on his arms. You picked your hand up and slowly ran your fingers through his hair. It took him a moment to wake up. He slowly picked his head up and gave you a sleep smile.
“Hey.” You whispered.
“Hey yourself.” He sat up and pulled his chair closer and took your hand. “Any pain.” You shook your head no. “Good, I mean they have you pretty drugged. Jesus you scared the shit out of me. I can’t believe you did that.”
“He’s my dad.” Was all you could say. “Did you get him?”
“Yes. We got every damn one of them.”
“How long?”
“You’ve been unconscious for almost two weeks. Most of it was medically induced. There was a lot of damage and internal bleeding. They tapered you’re meds down and it took two more days for you to wake up. We thought we were going to lose you. I thought I lost you and I just finally got you. Not that you belong to me.” Bucky sighed and stopped talking.
“You didn’t lose me. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to belong to you.” He pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed it.
“I love you Y/N...I think I have for a long time. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t pull through.” His voice caught with emotion.
“Hey- Bucky- I’m not going anywhere. I love you too.” He wiped a tear that slipped from your eye. He stood up and leaned over to place an gentle kiss on your lips. Your recovery would be tough, but you would get through it with Bucky by your side.
Being worried about him going off on missions, even though you know he's safe
Praying HYDRA don't some how get into his head again
Having to hold him close during the night when nightmares come because of what he did under mind control
Reassuring him it's not his fault
Holding his shaking body until he finally falls asleep with his head on your chest, your heart beat soothing him completely
Also him having to hold you, with all he's been though sometimes even you cry in your sleep, having night mares about the man you love never coming back from a mission
But to only then be quickly pulled into his chest
Listening to his soft confirmations that he's there, and always will be
The talks about getting married one day
Although not every relationship is perfect
You do fight
And when you two do fight it's basically a screaming war with you two seeing who can out anger who the most
Probably throwing things, but you would never hurt each other physically
He would feel so bad for the arguments l, as would you, he would refuse to let you leave and wants you to just sit on his lap, curled into him with his arms around you until you both felt okay
Or sometimes the fights would just lead straight up to angry sex. Which happened most the time
A/N: just a cute little drabble about dad Bucky! I picked Prompt #26: “I’m sorry, you want me to do what with that?” from @the-ss-horniest-book-club and their Second Chance Drabble! Thank you for having me (and for listening to my venting!)
“Oh my poor little bean,” you coo as you remove the wet diaper from your baby girl. You and Bucky decided to go out for a family picnic in the park, you needed to relax and had no reservations. Packing some sandwiches and some snacks, the three of you headed off early this afternoon to get a good spot, your favorite - under the large oak tree because it created the most shade away from the hot sun. The afternoon flew by so quickly and by the time you got home, your baby had a soaking wet diaper, she would need a bath.
“Bucky?” you yelled, holding your daughter up under her arms, you waited a few minutes and still heard no footsteps, “BUCKY?” you yelled louder, he had super hearing, there was no way he couldn’t have heard you.
“Yes doll?” he sauntered into the nursery with a sandwich in his hand. Oh yeah, he had an appetite like an elephant. Whenever you saw him, he would be eating something.
“Can you please come and pick this wet diaper up and put it in a bag?” you asked sweetly, his eyes flickered from his sandwich to the wet diaper on the changing table. “Bucky?”
“Doll, I’m sorry, you want me to do what with that?” he shakes his head, pointing in your direction with the last bite of his sandwich before shoving it in his mouth and chewing obnoxiously “I’m not touching that diaper.” He states after swallowing and rolling his tongue around his teeth.
“What? Why not?”
“Because it’s wet and it’s gross. You know sometimes it would be easier just to spill the formula in her diaper.” Bucky cracked a smile as he saw the grin on his daughter’s face. He walked nearer the table and folded his arms across his chest.
“You know what. You men are just such big babies.” You scoffed impatiently, “Hold her then and I’ll do it myself.”
“Now that I can and will do!” his own hands replace yours as he gleams down at her chubby little face, “anything to keep mommy happy right?”
