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Chivalry Isn't Dead

"You better snatch her up before someone else does!" Steve warned Bucky. You were about to walk into the kitchen when you heard this. "Steve, I can't tell her now. I'm waiting until the moment is right." Bucky sighed, nursing a cup of coffee. "Bull! You're just a wuss!" Steve teased him, only half-jokingly. "I'm not a wuss." He groaned, knowing Steve was kinda right. "Just ask her out, you big baby." You backed slowly away, your heart sinking, knowing it wasn't you they were talking about. Why would it be? Bucky could score any girl, and lately he hasn't hung out with you like he used to, watching movies and training together. You missed him, ridiculously, but it seemed he didn't miss you. So you walked to your room, head down. You bumped into Bruce, who was rushing to the lab. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" You apologized, helping him pick up his papers. "No problem, Y/N." He sighed, his papers now a mess. "Do you mind helping me out in the lab today?" You had nothing else to do, and before becoming an Avenger, you assisted Cho in her lab work. And you needed a distraction desperately today. "Sounds like a plan!" You grinned. As you entered the lab, you saw Bucky head out with his motorcycle keys in hand. 'Well, I guess he's going to ask whoever she is out.' You thought, signing internally. You kept yourself busy in the lab all day, and at seven in the evening you flopped down in the living room to watch your favorite TV show, missing Bucky by your side. Steve walked in and sat on the couch beside you. "How's it going, kid?" He asked, looking at you curled up alone. "Could be better, how about you?" You wanted to evade the question, but Steve knew you well. "What's wrong?" "I'm just worried about Bucky, he's so distant towards me lately." "Oh, he's just... busy." Steve half-lied. "Yeah, busy enough to be gone all day, and to train with you everyday, when he knows I'm his training partner!" You exclaimed, slightly, upset that he's probably with the girl he loved. Steve knew that you were upset, but it wasn't his place to tell you what was going on. He was loyal to Bucky, but he considered you to be the little sister he never had. He hated seeing you sad. "I'm sure he'll come around, Y/N, don't worry." As soon as he said that, Bucky walked in with his hands behind his back. Him and Steve exchanged a glance. "I have to go, Y/N. Talk to you later." "Alright." You said, seeing the smug grin on Bucky's face, knowing that something went right today for him. You looked back at the TV screen, not being able to look at his perfect face for one more second. "What do you want?" You said, annoyed. Bucky was taken aback, what did he do? "What's wrong?" He said, walking up to you, hands still behind his back. "You are what's wrong, I thought we were friends! And you've been ignoring me for weeks!" You stood up, and pushed his chest. He caught one of your hands and held your wrist. "I'm so nervous around you, all the time, Y/N, and I thought if I gave myself some time away, I would be able to sort through my feelings." He took a deep breath, "But doll, I am still so nervous, and my heart races around you, I'm so afraid that-" You cut him off, putting a finger to his lips. "Please don't ignore me any longer, Buck." You whispered. "I can't take it." He moved his metal arm from behind his back and pulled out a simple pink rose. "I plan on doing more than that, doll." He leaned down, placing his hands on the small of your back and kissed you. You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed. Bucky smiled against your lips. When he pulled away, he gave you a perfect smile. "I've been waiting to do that for a while." "Really?" You smiled back. He took your hands and gazed down at you. "Of course, doll. I couldn't handle not being around you." Your heart raced, and you hugged him tight. He put his lips against your neck as you tousled your hands through his hair. Soon that led to making out, he picked you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. You left hickeys on his neck all the way there. Steve was on his way to the kitchen to grab a snack and almost got ran over by a Bucky who was completely consumed by you. "I guess the rose worked." Steve mumbled. "Chivalry isn't dead!"

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Keep Me In Stitches

Y/N worked as a nurse for the Avengers team and Bucky was head over heels for her. Sometimes on missions who would let the enemy bruise him up a bit because he knew you were going to patch him up when he got back to the tower. "Buck, what happened?!" You exclaimed as you saw him, a deep cut on his cheek and upper right arm, his good one as he would call it, yet you secretly thought his metal arm was sexy as hell. "Don't come empty handed to a knife fight." He explained simply. "Ah shit, Bucky. WelI, I have all my supplies to fix you up in the lab, come on." You turned around and Bucky followed you. As you looked at his cuts, you saw that both would need a few stitches. You gritted your teeth, feeling bad. "Um, Buck," You said nervously. "The guy cut you pretty deep, you're going to need stitches." "Okay, doll, I trust you to take good care of me." He winked at you. You blushed, looking down. "Please sit at the edge of the table and I'll get the supplies ready and cleaned." "Alright." He positioned himself and swung his legs back and forth slightly. He was happy to be with you, he hardly was around you, except when the rest of the Avengers invited you to dinner or Tony held a party. You lived in an apartment near the tower. You cleaned the needle and prepared the string, unaware of Bucky gazing at you from behind. You turned around and caught Bucky's eye, he held the stare, until you broke and looked at the ground. "Okay, arm or face first?" "Arm." "That settles it." You got to work on his arm, Bucky not making a noise except inhaling through gritted teeth. He held onto the edge of the lab bed, crunching the opaque white paper with white knuckles. "You okay?" You looked up at him. "Yeah, just stings. Keep going please." "You sure?" "Yes, Y/N! You worry too much about me!" He chuckled slightly. "Who else worries about your physical well-being as much as I do?" You smiled, making the second to last of the eight stitches he needed. "No one..." He admitted. "Done." You secured the last stitch. "Now, the face will hurt because of the sensitive nerves near the skin. Alright Buck?" "That's fine, doll-face." You blushed as you washed off the needle and prepared the string again. You cleaned the cut and you could feel his breath on your face. And his gaze on you. "I... Um..." You stuttered nervously, never being in this close proximity with a guy. "This'll hurt, try not to flinch." "I can take it, don't worry, doll." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You made the first stitch of five and he inhaled sharply. "Ah shit, it stings." "I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling guilty. "It's fine, completely fine!" You finished up the last stitch and secured the knot. You started to lean away, but Bucky grabbed both of your arms and yanked you slightly towards him. You stumbled, face on his chest. You moved off quickly, but Bucky still held onto your arms. "Oh, um, uh... I'm sorry!" You stammered nervously. "Dammit, doll, I can't do this anymore!" He pulled you down again and made sure you were close enough for him to place his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, then closed when he began kissing you. He let go of your arms, stood up and pressed you against him. "I see the way you get flustered around me, doll. And how your heart accelerates when you work on me." He said quite low and sexy. "I want you close to me, I'm in love with you, Nurse Y/N." "Oh James, I love you too." You coaxed your hands through his full head of hair. Twirling strands around your fingers. He pulled you into his arms, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, onto your collarbone. You breathed a moan, your neck being a sensitive spot for you. Bucky smiled against your neck, "Do I turn you on, doll?" You blushed a deep crimson. "Yes..." You whispered. He sat you on the lab bed, crinkling the paper noisily. Leaning over you, he began kissing you again, forcing you down on your back, his legs between yours. You were never so turned on in your life. Until you heard a whoop. "Finally, you two getting it on!" You heard Tony. "Fuck!" Bucky grumbled. "Tonyyyy!" You whined unhappily. "What? I don't blame The Winter Soldier for falling in love with the woman who patches up his wounds." He swiped through the hologram portraying in midair, "and you're pretty fucking hot, too." Bucky gave him a glare, and before you could calm him down he stalked over to Tony. "Back off!" He pushed him, "You barge in on us and now you have the nerve to-" You cut him off, grabbing him by the shoulder and steered him away. "Come on," You whispered, "you can't leave me all hot and bothered." Bucky's eyes looked you over, "No I can't." And like teenagers, you both rushed to Bucky's room.

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Our City Lights and Stars

The roof of the Avengers tower offered a beautiful sight of New York City. Tony's parties got old after a while, but the city's skyline never did. You would bring your pillow, a blanket, and her laptop up there whenever you felt herself sinking back into an alcoholic state. You've been clean for a year and plan on keeping it that way. But you still have the thoughts that are begging you to drown a bottle of whiskey. Your panic attacks were back, and they were worse than ever. The party was too loud, and you started to lose your train of thought, feeling the world shake around you. And the only person you could rely on to calm you down and walk you out without you crying, or curling up in a ball wasn't there. Bucky was the only one on the team who knew what was going on with you. The first panic attack you had as an Avenger was your second day as part of the team. You were feeling the coming on of an attack, the shaking, heavy breathing and the ominous pit in your stomach. You knew nothing about any of the Avengers, and you felt like an outcast. You were trying your hardest to put on a smile, this should be the happiest moment of your life, you thought, but this damn anxiety was ruining it. You were in the middle of the training room, waiting for Bucky, when the spinning started, and you fell to the floor on your knees. You were dizzy, and your body felt like you were convulsing, even though you knew you were perfectly still. Bucky walked in and saw you curled up on the floor, he ran to you and called your name. Of course, you didn't hear him. "Y/N!" He kneeled on the ground next to you, pulling back your hair to check if you were awake. You were staring at the ground, and you jerked back from him, hyperventilating. He kneeled next to you, realizing that you were having a panic attack, something he was aware of, he had mild ones of his own after leaving HYDRA. "Bucky!" You gasped, grabbing onto his arm, once you were calm enough. "I didn't want you to see that! Please don't tell anybody!" You started crying, you were in a very vulnerable state. He held you, and his metal arm gave you a shiver that went through you. "It's okay, I have them too." He said, noticing you shiver, loosening his grip with the metal arm. "I'm here, Y/N" He stroked your hair. After a minute, you released him, embarrassed, but relieved, for once someone was here for you. You didn't let that moment go, every time you saw the former Winter Soldier you smiled at him. You baked him his favorite cookies, which you asked Steve about and slipped CDs under his door. He didn't forget about you either, he stopped by your room everyday, asked how you were and talked about music with you. And he always caught you in the kitchen, baking his cookies and saw you humming happily. It's been a month since you've baked cookies and bought new CDs for Bucky. The roof visits for you have gotten more frequent, and the asphalt below seemed quite nice, too. Anything to make it stop! The panic attacks got you at the worst times, and you made sure no one knew. Especially Bucky, you wanted him to think you were better. You wanted him to love you back, he could never love someone like you. The hyperventilating started, and the ground rumbled below you. You felt a hand on your shoulder, giving you an inch back into reality. You turned around, teary-eyed and saw Bucky standing there with a tray of cookies in the hand not on your shoulder. "Buck?" You breathed out, barely a whisper. He sat down next to you, placing down the tray of snicker doodles. "Are you okay, doll?" You tried to smile, but the tears threatened to fall. "You don't need to pretend you're okay, because I know you're not. We all do." You looked down, the jig was up. You weren't going to be an Avenger anymore. "All I wanted was to show you I could get past this, that I was better than the anxiety I have." You sniffled, a tear rolling down your cheek. "Just because you have anxiety doesn't mean you let it control you, doll." He wiped the tear away, and kissed your forehead. "And now they all know!" You sobbed. "I-I won't be-be an Avenger anymore!" He was stunned. "Who said that?!" He was about ready to send someone through a wall. "They're going to say that, Steve will, a-and T-Tony will. And Na-Natasha." You stumbled over your words, really hyperventilating now. "Why would you think that, doll? we all love you. We want to help you!" He embraced you, rubbing calming circles on your back. You let your cries out on his chest, calming down to an occasional sniffle until he spoke again. "Are you taking your medicine?" "I thought I was getting better." "So that's a no." "It's a no." You took a pause, "I'm sorry." "Please, just take them, and if they don't work, we can see what will. And we could try therapy." "Maybe." You mumbled. "For me?" Bucky asked, looking down at you. You couldn't say no to this man. Whoever said you couldn't love someone until you loved yourself was obviously stupid. Because you loved him, and you never loved yourself. Everything about him was so beautiful, and brought so much light into your life. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" He laughed. You blushed, chuckling. "No, Bucky you're good." "Okay, doll." That night you spent on the roof with Bucky Barnes, eating snicker doodles, crawled underneath a fleece blanket. He showed you the constellations he knew and you made up your own, knowing none, even after looking up some on your phone. And after he thought you were asleep, Bucky laid a soft kiss on your lips. You turned over to him once he got settled, and you smiled.

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A Little Punk (A Bucky x Reader One-Shot)

A/N: My first ever one shot! If you like this please send me a message of your ideas of another Marvel one shot! Thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Warnings: Angst, fluffiness She was a punk, a twenty two year old arrogant punk, blasting her music like that in the later hours of the night, what time was it, 12 pm?! He lived one floor down from her and he could still hear her whiny "rock" music! Bucky sighed, pushing himself off the bed with his metal arm he was so conscious of. He grabbed a shirt and threw it on before he slammed the door shut on his way out. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he stomped down the steps to Y/N's floor. "The one night I get to sleep easily and this goddamned punk ruins it!" Bucky fumed. Usually you and him got along well, but this time he won't hold back on his anger, the bass was heard throughout the whole tower! He marched to your door and slammed his fist on it. "Y/N!" He yelled, slamming harder, "Y/N! You little punk!" He waited two seconds before aggressively opening your door. The door violently hit the wall, revealing your tear-streaked face. You looked up at him, shocked, seeing his angry features turn into concern. You instantly felt guilty, knowing that it was really late at night. "I woke you up, I'm sorry." You whispered, scared that if you spoke up you would start crying again, you didn't want to anger the silent Bucky Barnes, the one who sided with you and Steve against most of Fury's decisions and trained with you to become an Avenger. He knew all about your past, after your uncle, Tony Stark, took you away from your abusive mother at the age of seventeen. You kept your powers a secret until you thought you could offer your help when the aliens invaded New York, Tony strongly said no, but Steve and Bucky convinced him otherwise, and after the invasion you became an Avenger. After the abuse your mother put you through, and the therapy Tony put you through it was a light you had reached at the end of the tunnel. But tonight when you thought everyone had gone for a mission, you had gotten a Facebook message from your mother, saying she wanted you back, the stupid bitch. Bucky walked towards you, grabbed the speaker and attempted to turn it down, but only managed to change songs. "Here, let me do it." You took the speaker from him, accidentally skimming your hand across his. You turned the speaker off and looked up at him, instantly looking away from his caring expression, the compassion rolling off him in waves. "Are you okay?" He sat next to you, looking at the way you were gripping your phone so tightly. "What happened doll." You grinned sadly at the nickname he called only you, and you knew you couldn't keep anything from the former Winter Soldier. "My mom got in contact with me, after everything that she did!" "Holy shit," Bucky was taken aback, "what did she say?" He knew how broken you were when you first entered the Avengers tower, how underneath the loud music, heavy eyeliner and know it all attitude was a empty young woman. "She said it was her right to take me back and she'll fight for me in court." You took a deep breath, "Bucky, I'm scared." He took your hand and assured you, "You're twenty two years old, you're an adult, she can't take you away like a child. Only you have a right over yourself. And plus, Tony loves you too much to let you be taken by that bitch again!" You looked at Bucky and smiled a genuine smile, he always knew how to cheer you up, and always knew exactly what to say. "Thank you Bucky." You said softly, "you're right" He gave you a toothy grin, and hugged you. "You're not going anywhere, I'll protect you." He said seriously, his lips moving against your hair. "Where would I be without you?" You muttered against his chest. "I don't know, but I'd be worse off without you, doll." He released you from the embrace to tell you what he's wanted to since day one. "Y/N," He said, "I'm in love with you in a way I've never loved anyone before, whaddya say, doll?" You stared at him, dumbfounded. You were speechless, to say the least. You've liked him since you met him and you thought you had a strictly best friend relationship. Your heart was racing, and all you could say was, "ummmm.." His face fell, heart plummeting into his stomach, wrongly interpreting your speechlessness. "I can just leave..." He turned around, and you reacted just in time, tackling him while yelling, "NO! I love you too, Buck!" He chuckled as you both fell to the ground. "You sure about that, doll?" He smirked, pinning you to the ground. "Hey!" You pretended to struggle, before unexpected flipping him onto his back, you looked at his shocked expression and said, "I learned from the best." You mocked him, smirking and let him go. Then, you sat on your bed and asked him "Will you stay with me tonight?" He got up, scratched the back of his head and said, half-jokingly, "As long as you keep that shit you call music off!" "Now that was a low blow, making fun of my music!" You pouted. He flopped down on your bed, "Off or I go." He looked up at your pouty face. "Kay..." You groaned, staring at the ceiling. He locked hands with you. "I love you, punk."

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Prompt Meh

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