More spooky winter soldier vibes before Christmas heheheh
Comic - Winter Soldier: Funeral March (I believe)
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More spooky winter soldier vibes before Christmas heheheh
Comic - Winter Soldier: Funeral March (I believe)
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Bucky fluff #2 : Pet names (Bucky x reader/viewer/OC)
The angel who gave me the idea π @fluffeh-kitty ππ
If this gets deleted. Imma crawl out of Tumblr.
*reblogs are very much appreciated, my Bs π*
- Blub π
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26110366
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Natalia is at his door at four thirty in the morning. And heβd been expecting her; chose a private room because of this. Still, Sheβs half-way in before he catches her, with how neatly she had disguised her movements as early room-service. Or, perhaps James -or Bucky, for those that prefer- is a little less sharp, these days. A little less vigilant and relying too strongly on his new arm; the vibranium one with all itβs modern senses. Perhaps he has become complacent in his untouchability.
At least he catches her off guard as well, when he slips out of the shadows by the door. Into her space and over her, his body like a second door; one only slightly ajar. Something sheβll need to get her hands on to move and pass. A second barrier within the doorframe sheβs only just overcome with her little lockpicks. Natalia hesitates, glances down at his chest, in the dark. And he wonders what she sees. Her eyes are probably not as good as his. But, she will know he is without a shirt from the way his bulk reflects in the dark; from the way the smell of sweat weaves up without a layer of fabric to slow it.Β
My two faves πβ¨π«