You force a smile on your face and nod politely. The reporters cannot know you’re about to throw up at the thought of smiling for six more years.
Tony promised his last election campaign would be the last one. He lied, as so often. Over the years, Tony pledged to you so many things.
A quieter life. The end of his political career after six long years of having a public relationship. Children.
Your husband didn’t keep his promises, and you still didn’t get pregnant even after months of trying. The reassurance from your doctor that you’re healthy and fertile did nothing to help you keep your hopes high.
“What’s the secret of your happy marriage?” An ambitious young reporter asks. She was smiling at Tony like a love-sick puppy the whole time, and now she tries to land a punch.
Rumors about your possible infertility and Tony flirting with his election campaign manager Pepper Potts spread by Tony’s concurrent didn’t make your life easier.
“Love and devotion,” Tony answers before you get the chance to respond. “Honesty and support.” He says it without missing a beat. Ever the perfect politician—or liar—depends on if you are a reporter or his wife.
Again, you nod and smile like a perfectly trained dog. Tony grabs your hand, raising your arm with his to strike a winner pose. You wince because he forgot about the injury on your shoulder. The one you got because he wanted to try a new sex position, only to drop you.
A pair of steel-blue eyes watch Tony and you. Your bodyguard squares his jaw, watching your face contort in pain. He pushes off the wall to whisper something in the head of the security's ear.
“Senator, we should head out now,” Steve, the head of security, looks at Tony. “Sir, we are running late.”
“Right,” Tony clears his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he flashes everyone a stunning smile, “thank you for coming. I hope you vote for the right man in four weeks.”
Applause follows. It always does. Tony Stark is the kind of man drawing people in like the flame draws in the moth.
He finally drops his arm, releasing your hand. You struggle to keep a straight face and not wince again. Hiding your pain, you take deep breaths when someone holds out his hand. Bucky, your bodyguard, helps you down the tribune.
Tony is already chatting up Steve to make sure he checks every spot at the orphanage. As if anyone would try to attack your husband while he shakes the hands of some kids.
“Mrs. Senator,” Bucky chuckles when you make a face at his nickname for you. “Do you want to take the same car?”
“Not today. Tony wants to discuss his campaign with Pepper,” you shrug. It’s not unusual for you and Tony to drive in separate cars. “I can use the break, to be honest.”
“You shoulder,” Bucky softly says. He carefully touches your shoulder. “I’ve got something in the trunk to help you with that. It helps me with the scar tissue at my shoulder, too.”
“Always prepared, aren’t you?” you flash Bucky the first genuine smile. “Let’s go, Dozer.”
“That name again,” he laughs as he guides you out of the back of the building. Tony prefers to use the front entrance to bathe in applause and to give autographs. You are, as always, only an accessory to him. He forgot about you the moment he left the town.
Inside the car, you sigh deeply. It’s the first time you can breathe today. You close your eyes and take deep breaths while Bucky rubs pain gel into your skin. He kneads out the knots and kinks in your shoulders and neck.
“Hmm…you’ve got magic hands, Dozer.”
“I only ran through a door once, Y/N,” Bucky chides. “If I remember right, it was because you screamed.”
“It was a huge spider, Bucky,” you giggle when he grunts. “You threatened to shoot it.”
“I did shoot it,” he corrects while gently rubbing your skin. “You applauded and got me ice cream.”
“You saved me that day.” You smile to yourself. “And many more times since then. Not with your gun, but because you’re always there for me.”
“That’s my job.” He says, making it sound so nonchalantly. As if he doesn’t risk his life to protect you every day.
“Hmm,” you nod. “I should call Tony. He wanted to tell me which outfit to wear for the kids.”
Bucky makes a face but doesn’t say a thing. He watches you button up your blouse and presses his lips into a thin line. Bucky would never tell you so, but he despises your husband and the way he treats you.
“Tons, hey,” you huff when Tony mutters into the phone. He wanted you to call him, only to tell you he must talk to Pepper first. “Fine, just call me if you’re done.”
You drop your phone onto the seat and sigh deeply. Bucky grabs the phone to end the call when you hear Pepper’s voice. Tony must’ve forgotten to turn off the loudspeaker.
“So, are you still as happy as you pretend you are?” She asks, making you frown. How dare that woman ask your husband this kind of question? “Tony, look at me.”
“I’m just trying to keep up the façade until past the election. We are over for months, if not a year,” he casually says while your world shatters. Your eyes widen, and you press your hand to your mouth when you choke out a sob.
Bucky wants to end the call, but you shake your head. You opened Pandora’s box, and now you want to hear everything.
“I heard you’re trying for a baby.” She presses on, making you wince when Tony tells her he never planned on having a baby. It would only distract him from his goal to become president one day. “How did you not get her pregnant if you’re trying for a baby?” She huffs.
“I talked her doctor into prescribing her birth control, but to tell her that it’s vitamins,” Tony reveals. All those months you believed it was your fault you could not get pregnant. Now you know why you didn’t get pregnant. Tony manipulated your plans out of selfishness.
Tears roll down your face when Bucky brings you into his arm to let you cry into his chest. You whimper and choke out a sob, hearing Tony talk casually about his betrayal. You know your marriage got rocky lately, but this is no reason to lie to you.
Bucky ends the call. He doesn’t want you to hear more of their conversation.
“Do you want to go home?” He asks lowly. “Y/N? Where do you want to go? I hope you don’t plan on attending that shitshow.”
“I… I don’t know,” you sniffle. “All I know is that I can’t go home. I can never go home again."
Summary - Love is unexpected but with the right person it always feels right.
Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Steve x Reader
Warning - All the feels
WC - 1333
Square filled - 'You'll be happier without me' ( @buckybingo )
A/N - My first Bucky Barnes fic! It's an AU and very Bollywood-esque. Mildly based off Shahrukh Khan's movie "Jab Harry Met Sejal"
Unbeta'd. Divider by @firefly-graphics
“I don't want to leave…” her voice was merely a whisper but Bucky caught on to her pleading. The hold around her frame tightened and she buried her nose in the crook of his neck. His cerulean eyes gazed lovingly at her and she ran her fingers through the short strands of his soft hair.
“You have to, doll.” Pouting her lips, Y/N turned her face away from him and noticed the sun was almost at the horizon. She shivered as the cool breeze hit her body and she nuzzled close to Bucky.
“No, I can stay,” she said, her lips quivering as she thought of the impending separation.
“You can't do that.” He spoke softly. A few seconds of complete silence passed by as words failed them. “Please don't make this harder on us.”
“So you're really gonna make me leave? But will you be able to forget me, forget us?” Every one of her words hit him like a ton of bricks and the walls came crumbling down. Lips pressed into a thin line, he shook his head. He placed his palm against her cheek and made her turn her face towards him, placing a kiss on her temple.
“We were never meant to be. You'll be happier without me and maybe forget about us someday.” He said but his eyes betrayed him. “Steve is waiting for you, doll.”
“I can call off the engagement. Tell me that you love me and I'll be yours in a heartbeat.” Y/N said.
“I was just your tour guide.” Bucky said and her shoulders drooped because it wasn't a lie. She was a tourist and he was her tour guide who fell in love over a piece of croissant as he showed her around Paris. But some might say, they were fated lovers, destined to meet but not lucky to be together till death do them apart.
“I cheated on Steve. There is no turning back from there.” Y/N swallowed hard.
“We never did anything. I didn't even kiss you because I knew you had a fiancé waiting at home for you.” Bucky tilted his head and stared at her.
“But it feels like cheating. I fell in love with you--”
“No you didn't. You feel like you did but maybe this is crush and--”
“I'm not a sixteen year old freshman that I'll have a crush on you. I fell in love with you, Bucky. How can I go back to Steve and act like everything's perfect?” She asked.
She had a flight to catch the next day but all she wanted was to be in Bucky’s arms. She knew it would crush Steve if the engagement was called off but there was no way she would go through with the wedding. “‘M going to call off the wedding, nonetheless.”
Bucky’s eyes widened and she noticed that his blue eyes were more prominent than ever, face illuminated by the incandescent glow of the setting sun. He looked angelic and Y/N eyes shone with unshed tears.
“Why would you do that? Y/N don't do anything you're gonna regret later.” Bucky said.
“My married life with Steve is already up in flames before it even began. And I blame you, Bucky Barnes.” She let out a bitter laugh.
“You invited me to have dinner with you.” He said, rolling his eyes, “Don't blame me.”
“It was a gesture of good will. You paid for my lunch because my dumbass forgot to carry the wallet.” She giggled, “Damn croissant!”
Her laughter died down and his face fell, the smile replaced by a frown. “I come with a lot of baggage, Y/N.” Bucky said and rolled up his sleeves. There was a prominent scar on his bicep. Y/N looked up at him and he nodded. She raised her hand and placed it gently against his skin, tracing the scar with her finger. “Spent eighteen months in therapy after I almost died and lost my arm. Lana, my girlfriend, she left me because all those nightmares were too much for her to handle. I was going insane. So my therapist advised me to take a trip around the world. It was a solo trip and I came to Paris and fell in love with this enchanting city but the flashbacks of the accident still haunt me. Think you can handle being in love with a broken, insane man like me?”
“You're not broken Barnes. Everyone has darkness within themselves. You suffered deeply and there was no one who could have shared the pain with you except this city. And it isn't just a coincidence that in this city, you met the woman who is willing to share your suffering.” Y/N said as the sky lost it's orange hue and stars started to sparkle. She untangled herself from Bucky and got up, his eyes followed her every movement. “I got a flight at ten in the morning. I'll be returning to the States and calling off the wedding. I can't be with Steve when I'm already in love with another man.”
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because I want you to be there at the airport. I want to see you one last time.” She said, “I hope you'll be there. Good night, Bucky.”
Y/N made her way back to the hotel without sparing him another glance because one more look and she would break down crying in his arms.
Sighing, Bucky watched her leave.
She waited. With bated breath, she counted down to the last seconds, hoping he would show up until she lost all hope. It was foolish to believe he would be there at the airport. Only a few minutes were left before the last call for the departure of the flight to the US would be announced. She got up from her seat and started to make her way over to the gate before glancing at the doorway another time.
“Last boarding call for flight 352…” Y/N tuned out the rest of the announcement as the corner of her lips tugged up into a small smile when she spotted the familiar figure.
Bucky looked around the room and his breath hitched as his eyes fell on her. Taking a few long strides, he approached her.
“Have you ever thought about staying in Paris?” He asked, cupping her face.
“The thought never crossed my mind but this is indeed a beautiful city to live in,” She smirked and he pulled her close. She gazed up lovingly at him as he cupped her face in his soft, warm hands. Tilting his face, he leaned in, his lips hovering over hers.
“May I?” He asked, his hot breath fanned against her skin and she nodded. Their lips met and the time around them stood still. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt herself go weak in her knees as his lips devoured hers. It was all too much yet it wasn't enough. Her arms came up ro wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as much as possible.
“Stay.” He whispered against her lips after breaking off the kiss and brushing away the stray hairs from her face.
“Are you sure?” She panted as the kiss literally took her breath away.
“Absolutely.” He said, “I don't want to be just your tour guide anymore.”
“But you--”
“I know I said a lot of stupid things. I tried to push away all those feelings for you but it didn't work. I don't know if something was in the air of Paris last night as I walked home but I realised that I'm madly in love with you and the thought of you flying back to the States is killing me, doll. So stay.” He said and Y/N giggled.
“Looks like I need to stay here after all, Bucky.” She said, pointing at the closed gates behind them.
This is a fanfiction bingo challenge that is fully centered around the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes with any pairing you want, even reader inserts!
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Written for the wonderful @cockslutpadalecki‘ and her Lisas 13K Celebration. Congrats again.
My prompt was: "A stranger comes to your aid after being hit on in a bar."
Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: B4: Metal arm
Square filled for @buckybingo (expired): Mistaken Identity
Square filled for @mcukinkbingo: N5: Using a truth serum
Rating: Mature
Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, language, unwanted touching (not Bucky), creepy guy, almost violence, plot-twist, hand around throat, non-sexual choking, kidnapping, threats, hostage situation, grey!Bucky, a hint of torture (cold water), restraints, non-consensual injection/drug use
Word count: 1399 *yay, I made it*
A/N: Due to the rules of the challenge, I had to cut the story short. This means, there will be a second part.
A/N2: Part 1/3
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“Could I have the check?” you smile at the waitress at the crowded bar. Your friends dragged you out of your apartment, only to leave you hanging the moment some guys chatted them up. Now you are stranded at the bar you didn’t want to go to in the first place and must pay for their drinks too.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at a place like this?” a guy stands a little too close for comfort while you try to cover your drink with the palm of your hand. “Do you want another drink?”
“I was about to go back to my friends' table,” he doesn’t need to know you are all alone at the bar, and that you want to leave. You point at a random table and even wave at the women at the table. They wave at one of their friends at the other end of the bar, covering your weak attempt to get rid of the guy who moves his hand to your lower back.
“They can wait,” he leans a little closer and grins as you push against his chest. You knock over your drink, cursing as the sticky liquid drops onto your brand-new shoes. “You can come to my table, and we can get to know each other better.”
“I got a boyfriend,” it’s another lie, though. All you want is to go back home and have a good night’s sleep. You just don’t want the creepy guy to follow you outside of the bar and attack you where no one will come to your aid. “He wouldn’t want me to join you at your table.”
“How about we go somewhere else and have some fun?”
“No,” you push against his shoulders, and he finally takes his hands off of you. It’s time to get the hell out of the bar. “Just leave me alone. I’m taken.”
“Can’t see a boyfriend holding your hand,” he just doesn’t seem to get it. “Don’t be like that.”
“Get away from my girlfriend,” your pulse quickens when someone wraps his arm around your shoulders. “You okay?” the man squeezes your right arm to silently tell you to play along. “Sorry for taking so long, baby doll.”
“It’s fine, babe. I already told him to get lost.”
“I guess he needs me to tell him to get lost,” the man releases you. He pecks your cheek, making you shiver before he turns around to push the creep away from you. “You, stay away from my girl. If you touch her one more time, you’ll crawl back home.”
“Whoa, buddy!” you watch your savior take a step toward the creep chatting you up. Something about the way he walks and carries himself feels familiar to you. You comb through your brain and try to remember if you saw this man before. “Sorry, I didn’t know she’s your girl.”
The man wraps his metal hand around the other man’s throat to push him against the wall, holding him there. “Now you know,” your savior growls lowly. “Never touch her again. Got it?”
Out of instinct, you place your hand on your savior’s arm to calm him.
“Please, everyone is looking,” he turns his head to glance at you and your hand on his metal arm. “They will call the cops. I don’t want you to get arrested for saving me.”
“Saving you. Right,” he releases the man’s throat to cup your chin with his metal fingers. “I saved you. Let me bring you out of here.”
“I—” you don’t know if it’s a good idea to leave the bar with a stranger, but anything is better than staying around the creep. “Some guys just don’t get the message.”
“Let’s go,” he gives you a curt nod. For a heartbeat you just stare up at the stranger saving you, to admire his handsome features. His blue eyes are soft, and still, the way he looks down at you makes you feel small and vulnerable.
“Okay.”
It feels odd to walk out of the bar next to the blue-eyed stranger. He saved you, that’s what you repeatedly tell yourself in your mind as you leave the bar behind. When you come across the dark parking lot, your pulse quickens and the fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
“I should go to my car,” the stranger doesn’t know that you didn’t drive to the bar yourself. “Well, thank you again. It was kind of you to—” the scream wanting to escape your throat gets stopped by his metal fist closing around your throat.
“W-hy?” you croak, fighting his hold on your throat. You tug at his wrist and wiggle in his grip but it’s no use. He’s so much stronger than you.
Your vision becomes blurry, and tears roll down your cheeks as your savior presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry doll. You will get to know soon enough.” He licks over your cheek. “All of them knew in the end…”
“Where?” you slowly blink your eyes open. Your eyelids feel heavy, and your throat is sore. “What?” confused you try to get up, only to fall back to the cold ground, crying out in pain as a chain around your left ankle holds you to the floor.
You look around the cold room, wondering what happened after you left the bar. Your brain is still a little foggy and you need a moment to fully wake.
Flashbacks of the bar hit you. The stranger saving you, his metal hand around your throat, and then…darkness.
“Rise and shine, sunshine,” the stranger from the bar purrs, and you jump up, forgetting you are still chained to the ground. “Aw, slow down, doll. You will get yourself worked up. I want you in one piece for what comes next.”
“No, please,” you try to crawl away as the man steps toward you, a syringe in his flesh hand. “Please. Why are you doing this? I thought you are a good man.”
“I was,” he crouches down to cup your chin with his metal hand. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he rams the needle in your neck. “There you go, doll.” His voice turns soft, and you choke out a sob.
He looks like an angel, but his cold eyes and the way his metal hand moves back to your throat tell you he’s far from being a good man, or an angel.
“Please…don’t.”
“Shush, now doll,” he leans close enough to press another kiss to your temple. “You will tell me anything I need to know.”
“Truth?”
“I gave you a nice drug Stark invented. Truth serum Mark 8. It will help you relax and tell me everything I need to know to bring the rest of Hydra down with my new friends. You are the last puzzle piece,” he whispers in your ear, waiting for you to fall against his chest.
“So tired,” humming the stranger pats your head. He waits for your breathing to slow. “I wanna sleep now, please. Let me go home.”
“You will never go home again, doll. Everyone working for Hydra will die. This includes you…”
You wake tied to a chair as someone pours ice-cold water over your body. “Please,” you cry, choking on the cold water.
“What’s your name?” you blink at him for a moment. Your lips start to move on their own as you stare into his blue eyes.
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m Y/A old.”
“What do you think about me?” he crouches down next to the chair to place his hand on your thigh. “Answer me.”
“You’re handsome. I like your eyes, your lips, your hair,” you monotonously reply. “I would like to have sex with you.”
“What was your position within Hydra?” squeezing your thigh he looks up at you. He frowns as you seem to think hard about his question. “Answer me.”
“I’m a librarian,” he huffs at your answer. “I worked all my life at the library in Brooklyn. I never worked for Hydra.”
“Stark, you told me this will work!”
“It does,” you hear another voice-over loudspeaker. “What’s your favorite sex position?”
“Missionary.”
“Why doesn’t she answer my question about Hydra then, Stark?”
“Buck, I think we got the wrong girl,” a third voice says as you drift into darkness again…
Summary: Being Bucky’s friend isn’t easy. Especially if you are in love with him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being a douche, FWB relationship, unrequited love, low self-esteem, implied smut, arguments
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It’s another night you spend on your own whilst the man you love yearns for someone he can’t have.
Tonight, his ex-girlfriend went on a date with someone she really likes and Bucky had to make sure, the date doesn’t end with Natasha going home with the guy.
Life had other plans; or rather Natasha got a glimpse of Bucky, scolded her ex, and made sure he knows that they never get together again.
“Never,” Bucky mutters under his breath as he sneaks into your room. Just like any other night, he comes to your place to find shelter in your arms, or between your legs.
Before your arrangement to help each other in times of need, you and Bucky were best friends.
You were happy when he and Natasha got together, you even cheered for them when he proposed.
But one day, Natasha broke things up with Bucky and he came to you. Lonely. Hopeless. Broken. He told you about the breakup and you tried to soothe your friend, held him in your arms, telling him all those nice things he needed to hear.
You don’t know how you ended up tangled in each other, Bucky moving on top of you, calling you his doll.
“She said never, doll.”
“B-bucky?” sleepily looking up at Bucky you frown. “What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be at home? There is a mission coming up. Steve told me about it.”
“I need you,” he purrs, hands already tugging at your bedding. “Please, baby doll. Your Bucky bear needs to feel you.”
It’s always the same game. Bucky comes to you after a bad day, a nightmare, or a ruined date and you let him in.
Every. Single. Time.
“Please?” he gives you puppy dog eyes, whining as you try to cover your body, to shield you from the chilly air at your bedroom. “Baby doll.”
“Rough night again?” you ask softly. “Bucky, you can always come here…” suddenly you remember Natasha told you about a date and you know he didn’t have a nightmare.
“Doll,” he crawls onto your bed to tug at your blanket. “I need you. You’re the only one making me feel alright.”
“WAIT!” it’s the first time you deny Bucky. “This is about Natasha’s date, right? A date with a guy that isn’t you.”
“I need my friend—” he tugs at your blanket, frowning when you swat his hand away.
“NO! If you want to talk about your ex or a nightmare we can, but I’m not someone you can use and forget about in the morning. I deserve better. I’m your friend.”
“I need my friend with benefits, not a friend,” Bucky leaves your bed to pace the room. “Natasha said we will never ever get back together. How dare her!”
“Seriously?” you push the covers off of your body to leave the bed too. “You come here to fuck me to forget about your ex? Do you think so low of me? Am I only a rebound any time a girl doesn’t like you or the moment you have a bad day?”
“Baby doll let’s not fight,” he tries one last time to convince you to let him touch you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me take care of you.”
“You mean I shall lie there and spread my legs for you after you just admitted you are mad about some other girl?” fighting the tears well up to your eyes you look at Bucky. “Buck, we used to be good friends and now I feel like an old rag you can use and toss into the dumpster all the time!”
“I—I don’t know why I’m keeping you around,” Bucky spats, eyes cold blue orbs now. “You’re not even good in bed. Most of the time I must think about someone else to get off. If you can’t be my friend with benefits, we shouldn’t be friends at all.”
That hit home. You visibly flinch at his harsh words and Bucky regrets his outburst in an instant. Stepping away from the super-soldier you shake your head, feeling self-doubts well up once again.
“Well then, you should go now,” storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you to slide down the door you hide your face in the palms of your hands. You silently begin to cry, regretting you let Bucky Barnes into your life and bed.
“Doll?” he carefully tries but you do not answer. “I’m going to go now. Maybe you change your mind. Give me a call. Yeah?”
“Morning,“ Natasha chirps, giving you a smirk. “Guess who got laid tonight, babe.” She wiggles her eyebrows, but you can’t bring yourself to put a fake smile on your face. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?“
“It’s nothing, really,“ you wave her concern off. “I’m glad your date went well, Nat. You deserve to be happy.”
“Y/N, you deserve to be happy too. So, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help,” you huff, eyes glued to the untouched oatmeal in front of you.
“Nat, this can’t be helped. I believed—no, I had hoped someone likes me, but he does not. He was simply looking for a rebound girl he can use and throw away. I just feel so helpless,” you sniffle, hearing Bucky’s words from the night before in your mind.
“What do you mean, Y/N?” Natasha presses. “Did he hurt you?”
“I allowed myself to fall in love with him. Now I know he never was with me. Not even while we had sex,” laughing bitterly you glance at Natasha. “He imagined someone else to get off, Nat. What does this make me? A breathing fleshlight?”
“No, this makes him an asshole and a douche. Do not listen to that bastard,” she pats your hand. “Look for a nice guy, someone respecting you.”
“I thought he respects me,” voice barely above a whisper you watch Steve and Bucky walk into the kitchen. Your body goes stiff as your eyes land on the man breaking your heart. “I—I got to go.”
“Wait, Y/N—” Natasha tries to stop you, but you are halfway out of the kitchen before she gets the chance to tell you no man is worth your tears. “Shit…”
“What’s wrong, Nat?” Steve immediately asks. “Y/N looked like she was in a hurry.”
“Uh—I guess she kinda broke up with her boyfriend,” sighing Natasha looks at your untouched breakfast. “Bad break-up.”
“Buck, that’s your chance,” elbowing his friend Steve smirks. “You know, ask Y/N out. She’s single again.”
“Steve, she needs time. He wasn’t a nice guy…”
“Y/N was seeing someone?” Bucky looks at his ex, frowning as he tries to remember if you ever mentioned a boyfriend. “I didn’t know.”
“Maybe she didn’t want us to know, Buck. It’s awful the breakup was bad, but maybe, this is your best chance.”
“What do you mean, Steve?” huffing Bucky tries to make sense out of Steve’s words. “Why would I ask Y/N out?”
“Please,” laughing Steve sits next to Natasha. “Everyone with eyes can see the looks you give her. Longing looks, I may add. You are totally in love with Y/N.”
“I’m not—”
Two weeks have passed since the incident, the night Bucky broke your heart and took all hope with him, and you are still not better.
“Did you listen, Y/N?”
“Huh?” blinking a few times you look up at Steve.
“I asked if you would give me the recipe for the sauce,” the blonde smirks. “It’s the best I ever had.”
“Oh, it’s nothing special. Really. Everyone could make it,” you shrug, underestimating your talent once again. “I can give it to you though.”
“Nothing special,” Sam cocks his head, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N, is something bothering you? For weeks you keep to yourself and barely talk to anyone. Especially not Bucky, your best friend.”
“He’s not my best friend,” you protest. “Why would he want to be my friend? Look at me. I’m no one special, never was to anyone.“
„What are we eating tonight?" Bucky walks into the kitchen, stomach grumbling. “OH, Doll! You made your infamous pasta. I love it.”
You frown at Bucky’s words. Why in the world would he even talk to you after telling you your friendship is over?
“Best pasta I ever ate, Buck,” Steve moans at the taste. “She’ll give me the recipe.”
“She will?” whilst you sneak out of the kitchen to get away from Bucky, Natasha watches you with concern. “Steve, did you threaten my best girl to get the recipe?”
“Uh—your best girl?” Steve wonders aloud. “That’s odd. Not moments ago, Y/N said you are not her friend. Right, doll?” everyone turns their head toward your seat, but you are long gone. “Where did she go?”
“Doll, hey,” Bucky jogs after you, calling for you. “Wait, Y/N.”
“—” walking away, not even sparing Bucky a glance you try to keep the tears at bay. The last thing you want is for Bucky to see your tears or that he broke your heart.
“Y/N? Wait! What’s wrong?” he asks, walking faster to catch up with you. Bucky places one hand onto your shoulder but you shake it off, huffing as he seems to be confused. “Doll, you are ignoring me for the longest time.”
“That’s what you wanted,” you tilt your head to glance up at Bucky. “You said if I don’t want to be your friend with benefits, we shouldn’t be friends and other things. I’m only doing as I’m told…”
“What? Oh—fuck!” Bucky runs one hand down his face, remembering the night he got angry at you. “Doll, I’m so sorry. I was mad at Natasha and angry at myself. I only wanted to be with you and then, you rejected me too.”
“I offered to let you stay and talk. You got mad as I didn’t want to spread my legs for you,” you huff. “That’s a difference, James.” He feels his heart shatter as you called him by his name. Not Bucky, not Buck or Bucky bear. “You should look for someone satisfying your needs. So, you don’t have to pretend you like fucking her.”
“Baby doll,” he whines now, hands reaching out for you. “I—what I did was unforgivable. There is no excuse for hurting you so much. I just had hoped you’ll forgive me. “
“How could I, James?” you tear up, feeling tears wet your cheeks. “You knew about my insecurities and still, you decided to hurt me deeply with your words. I cannot forgive you nor forget what you said. Leave me alone. I’m done being your rebound girl.”
Bucky watches you run away from him, feeling his chest ache. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine you would give up on him. On the other hand, he never broke your heart before. “Doll, I…”
“What’s all of this?“ looking around your living room you gasp. Someone placed a bouquet of red roses on the table. Rose petals lie all over the floor and, someone is rummaging in your kitchenette.
“Doll, right on time. Food is ready,” Bucky hurries out of the kitchen to place two plates with pasta onto your table. “I got dessert too.”
“What are you doing here?” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Bucky. “I’m waiting.”
“Amends,” he grumbles. “That night, I said horrible things to you. Please let me tell you, I didn’t mean a single word. I get defensive and sometimes passive-aggressive if someone rejects me. That’s no excuse, I know…”
“Damn right,” hands-on your hips you exhale sharply. “I was asking myself why you said all those things and then, I realized you give a shit on me and my feelings. Even though we were only friends with benefits, I expected you to give me a little respect.”
“God, Y/N,” he sighs deeply. “I’m a fucking asshole, I know that now. Anger and disappointment got the best out of me. For the longest time, I tried to push my feelings for you away to not get hurt again. Hurting you was never my intention.”
“But you hurt me…”
“Doll, Y/N…will you give me the chance to make things up to you? I know this stubborn 106 years old, semi-stable man is not worth breathing the same air but give him one more chance to be your friend and maybe more.”
“I will eat the food,” you sit on the couch, glancing at Bucky. You are still too hurt to forgive him, or even consider forgiving him but, you will not be heartless. “I can’t offer more for now.”
“That’s more than enough and much more than I deserve,” he sits next to you, offering a fork to you. “I don’t know about the dessert. It looks odd, doll. Sorry.”
“Seriously? First, you break my heart and now you offer odd-looking food to me,” you laugh at his pained expression. “If you want to make things up to me, try harder.”
“I’ll try harder, promised,” you begin to eat, aware Bucky is watching your every move. “Doll, this old and stupid man loves you, and one day, you will love me again too…”
Summary: It's been a while since Bucky's felt like this. He doesn't wanna do somethin' stupid.
Squares: Fluff @buckybingo // Kiss on the Temple @huffle-pissed‘s challenge
Words: 3700 (Yikes)
Warnings: Meddling Avengers (Tony, Nat and Steve), gambling, insecurities, pining Bucky, sassy Tony, sassy reader
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
A/N: Happy Birthday, Sgt. Barnes! Bucky's birthday is Thursday so I wanted to do somethin' sweet for my favorite blue-eyed hero.
Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics
Bucky Barnes was far from what anyone would call a coward. Even back in his own time, he had more courage and bravery than half of Brooklyn. He could charm a dame with a smile and one scowl was enough to make any man run for the hills. But with her, he couldn’t find the words.
She had blustered into the lab one day when Tony was working on his arm, shouting apologies over her shoulder for being late. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she flitted about, babbling to Tony about something. Her voice was a mesmerizing melody and when Tony said something that made her laugh - oh, Bucky was sure that he was head over heels in love with her before ever learning her name.
Tony, as observant as he was, picked up on his friend’s shift in demeanor immediately. So Tony indulged his scientific mind and started experimenting socially. He sent her to areas he knew Bucky would be, began requiring her presence during team building exercises with the Avengers, and noted Bucky’s reactions when they got paired together.
Bucky started seeking her out at gatherings, feigning issues with his arm, creating issues when Tony got suspicious. Anything to see her face. He knew he was head over heels for her but his anxiety about not being good enough was preventing him from acting on his feelings.
After the third formal event that she turned up at, seated next to Barnes of course, Natasha got suspicious. She started watching their interactions, noticing Bucky’s stuttering, his hand running through his hair as she fixed her gaze upon him, smiling at the story he was telling.
And, of course, Natasha saw Tony watching.
“I want in,” the assassin told Tony one evening when she cornered him at the bar.
“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” he questioned, the half dozen ongoing social experiments flitting across his mind as he met her gaze, sipping the scotch in his glass.
“Barnes. I know you’re trying to shove him at your assistant in the lab. Whatever your endgame is, I want in.”
Tony winked and raised his glass to hers with a smirk. The game was afoot.
One afternoon, Natasha brought her down to the gym, saying that it’s probably best that she knows how to defend herself in case something happens. Aliens have invaded New York before.
Bucky was sparring with Steve when the doors opened and Nat walked in with her trailing behind. Bucky was so distracted that he missed a block and Steve landed a right hook that knocked him flat on his back. He almost died from embarrassment when, with Steve’s outstretched hand as an anchor, he stood and saw her staring at the pair of them with wide eyes, Natasha smirking behind her.
Bucky rushed out of the gym, hiding in the locker room until he was sure she was distracted before leaving.
“I know you’re up to something,” Steve muttered in Natasha’s ear during movie night.
“I’m always up to something, Cap,” she replied with a smugness that said she was being purposefully obtuse. “You are going to have to be more specific.”
“Why do you keep turning up wherever Bucky is? And why is Tony all of a sudden interested in bringing non-Avengers into our team building nights?” Steve turned to face her, his eyebrows raised and his gaze stern.
“You are so close to figuring it out, Steve. I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun,” Nat teased with a smirk, not turning her attention away from the tv screen.
Steve’s focus, however, shifted when he heard Bucky chuckle quietly at something she’d said, her hands wrapped around his left arm tightly and her head against Bucky’s shoulder. Everything suddenly clicked; Natasha was helping to get them together.
“He hasn’t been this happy since before the war,” Steve admitted, a bittersweet taste flooding his mouth after he spoke.
“So you’re in? You approve?” Natasha asked, sass lacing her words.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
Soon, all the Avengers were in on the plan, Clint and Tony starting a pool and taking bets on how long it would take Bucky to man up. A month after the pool was started, only Natasha and Tony remained in the running. Both of their dates were rapidly approaching and they had shifted into high gear.
Tony hosted an annual charity gala for Mardi Gras. He’d never been to the actual event but he loved the idea and he’d been to Carnival in Rio before, so he didn’t feel like he was missing out on the experience. The gala was his date on the pool.
The ballroom was awash in masks, feathers, and beads in varying shades of purple, green, and gold. It wasn’t overly populated, which made Bucky relax a little. He did subtly curse Tony for the theatrics of the event, a masquerade with the unmasking at midnight. He refused to participate, knowing that his arm would give away his identity.
Bucky didn’t care about the majority of the guests. He found them shallow and pretentious, peacocks flashing their feathers looking for a mate. He didn’t want to preen and prance for people who only wanted to talk to him because he was a living legend. Bucky only wanted to talk to one person, the one woman who didn’t shy away from his discussions of Tolkien novels or Spielberg classics.
His eyes searched the room from a dark corner, trying to spot her in the crowd while sipping on a drink that did nothing to get him even the slightest bit buzzed.
“Why are you hiding back here, Tinman?” Tony questioned as he approached. “She’s here and you’re sulking in the corner.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky growled, sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact.
“Yes, you do. A girl like that won’t have an empty dance card forever. Better snag one now,” Tony told him rather cryptically before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off to mingle with other guests.
Bucky understood what he meant as soon as his eyes scanned the dance floor again. She was in the arms of some stranger, smiling sweetly beneath her mask. The song ended and they stepped apart, the man placing a kiss to the back of her hand. Jealousy burned in his chest; he started walking towards her, following her path to the bar.
She arrived shortly before he did, finding a space in the center of the bar. Another masked stranger approached before Bucky could get there, asking for a dance. She accepted with a smile, one that Bucky was close enough to see didn’t reach the beautiful eyes hidden beneath the black lace mask.
Bucky stayed back at the bar, nursing a scotch and watching the dance floor. His hand clenched around the glass he was holding, a cracking sound filling the air. Bucky didn’t notice the fractured glassware; his eyes had found her and her partner, his hand continuously drifting south while she kept replacing it in the middle of her back.
The song ended and she stepped away, only to be stopped by the male dance partner once again. A low growl resonated in Bucky’s chest as he watched her struggle against the man’s grip. When his ears picked up a low ‘let me go now,’ he pushed off the bar and stalked towards them.
“Come on, baby,” the man cooed, “one more dance.”
“No. I said let me go!” she demanded as she pulled and tugged, doing what she could to break the grip without causing a scene.
“Just one more. I promise I’ll behave,” he begged as he pulled her arm towards him again.
“I believe the lady said to let her go,” Bucky grumbled as he placed himself near her.
“Barnes. Always a spoilsport,” the man sneered, dropping her wrist. “Want to make a real scene?”
Bucky recognized the man’s taunting stance, his cocky sneer. “Wouldn’t end well for you, Walker. Steve and Sam are already on alert and Tony is getting security after spotting you messing with one of his researchers.
Two large men in suits appeared behind Walker and grabbed his shoulders. Walker reacted aggressively, attempting to buck them off. Bucky’s arm shot out, pulling her behind him while the three men grappled. The guards were able to subdue Walker with minimal effort, sliding the flex cuffs on his wrists and hauling him up.
“Looking strong, John,” Bucky taunted as they dragged Walker out of the ballroom.
Bucky turned to face her, inspecting what was visible of her face for any signs of injury. “You okay, doll?” he asked gently.
“I’m fine. But thank you. You’re my knight in a black tux, Buck,” she grinned, looking up at him from behind her mask, eyes bright despite the events of the last few minutes.
“We should get some ice for your wrist,” he suggested as he gingerly lifted her hand.
“After you dance with me,” she countered as she stepped into his space.
Bucky swept her into his arms and started leading them around the dance floor, oblivious to the eyes of their friends on them. He hummed along with the song, something he recognized from his past. His eyes closed as he twirled her in his arms, memorizing the feeling while he could.
Her head settled on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her close. They lost themselves in each other, in the music, swaying through three songs before the music stopped and Tony started his thank you speech.
Tony lost his bet. Bucky stepped away for air while she got ice, returning to find that she’d retreated to her room while he was gone. He was a little relieved that she’d left, not wanting to try to hit on her after Walker was so forceful.
By this point, Natasha was the only one left in the pool, picking Bucky’s birthday as the day he finally allowed himself to confess his feelings. She was positive that he’d already fallen hard and she was even more certain that his feelings were reciprocated, but both of them were so sure they were alone in their pining that they were suffering.
She called a team meeting, Bucky excluded of course, and offered to forfeit her win if they would help her execute this plan. She just wanted to see her friends happy. Luckily, the rest of the team agreed.
“What are you doing for your birthday, Bucky?” Y/N asked as she pried apart the plates of his vibranium arm to access the wiring and try to figure out what had been damaged when he crushed it on the last mission.
“I would love to just do something low key, like a dinner with a few people here or even just ignoring it altogether, but Tony rented out this little restaurant and they’re forcing me to go out,” Bucky lamented sadly.
“I’m sure Tony and Steve mean well. They care about you,” she replied sweetly as she fiddled with a connection that had come loose.
Bucky watched her as she worked, her brow furrowing as she concentrated. He resisted the urge to reach up and smooth the creases, ease the worries. He wanted to tell her how adorable it was but he chickened out again. She deserved so much better than him.
“Okay, I think I got everything,” She said as she set down her tools. “If you need anything else, come find me,” she smiled as she popped the last panel into place.
“Thanks, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he responded honestly as he stood.
“Handsome man like you? You could get anything you needed from anyone you wanted. I think you’d be just fine without me,” she shrugged with a flirty smile.
“Nah, wouldn’t be the same,” he denied, flashing a smile of his own. His eyes flicked down to her lips and he took a step closer, shrinking the distance between them.
She matched his step forward, gazing at him longingly. He tentatively reached for her waist, dropping his hand and raising his gaze when the lab door opened. They instinctively took a step backwards as Steve and Tony walked in. She started putting her tools away as Bucky flexed and moved his vibranium arm in testing.
“Got everything taken care of, Bucky?” Steve called across the lab, his arms folded across his chest.
“Yeah. Seems to be working fine now,” Bucky grumbled. “Thanks again, doll.” His tone and gaze softened when he turned to address her.
“Anytime,” she replied quickly without looking up.
“Fury needs us for some debriefs,” Steve said, “insists on now.”
“Alright, fine. See ya around, doll,” Bucky told her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple without thinking. His cheeks turned red when he realized what he’d done and he rushed from the room.
She had frozen in her place, tool in hand, the second his lips brushed her head. Tony and Steve both noticed the reactions of their friends and shared a knowing smirk, Steve following Bucky from the room.
“What was that?” Tony asked as he came to lean on her workbench, popping blueberries in his mouth.
“Oh, Bucky crushed a couple of plates on the mission. I swapped them out and checked the connections. Everything should be good,” she replied coolly, still putting away her tools.
“You know I don’t mean that,” Tony sassed. “It looked like we walked in on something. And Tinman kissed you before he left.”
“I-I don’t know what to tell you,” she stuttered. “You’d have to be Bucky to know why he kissed my temple. I mean, it’s not like you don’t do the same thing to me when I save your ass, Tony.”
“Yes, but that is totally in character for me. I have never seen Tinman show affection to anyone like that,” Tony rebutted, tossing berries in the air and catching them in his mouth while he waited for an answer.
“First, his name is Bucky,” she snapped as she faced him. “Secondly, I fail to see how that’s any concern of yours.”
“I knew it,” Tony smirked.
“What?”
“You like him.”
“You could have just asked,” she sighed exasperatedly. “I would have been honest with you.”
“Wasn’t sure. See yah,” Tony called as he stood and headed for the door.
“Tony what are you going to do?”
“Have a good night!” he shouted as he shut the lab door behind him.
Days had passed since Tony’s interrogation in the lab. Nothing seemed to have come from the discussion and confession and she was nervous to say the least. Tony Stark had a reputation of meddling in the affairs of his friends. She knew he wasn't going to leave it alone.
But Bucky’s birthday inched closer and she had yet to hear anything about her being invited. Quietly she wondered if that was her answer. If Bucky wasn’t interested that way and she’d misread the signals. Maybe this was Tony’s way of letting her down easy.
As she packed up her workstation to head home, a messenger arrived and handed her a long white box with a blue ribbon. She signed for it and thanked the delivery person, setting the box down on the table to open it.
A red envelope was resting atop black tissue paper, her name written on the front in Tony’s unique scrawl. She pulled out a matching card with a very Tony demand:
“7 PM. This dress and heels. Luciano’s on 27th.”
She checked her watch and swore, seeing that it was six already. She didn’t have time to go home and get ready so she sprinted down the hallway with the box under her arm. She dialed her contacts and prayed that someone would let her call in the favor they owed her.
Bucky trudged slowly down the sidewalk, his head down, as he headed to the restaurant alone. The last encounter he had with Y/N played in his mind constantly, the one where he almost did something stupid and kissed her. He did kiss her temple without thinking about it but if she wasn’t interested then he could play it off as a friendly thing.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost passed the restaurant he was headed to. Until he heard it, heard her. He lifted his head and saw her stepping out of one of Tony’s cars. Bucky froze in his tracks in the middle of the New York sidewalk, people shoving past him and muttering obscenities at him obstructing the sidewalk. He was mesmerized by her beauty every other day but tonight, her plum-colored vintage dress short circuited his brain.
His heartbeat was erratic as he watched her fidget nervously in front of the curtained glass door from several paces back. He longed to reach out to her, to comfort her, but he was rooted to the spot. He watched her walk inside the building and watched as the door closed behind her, only snapping out of his trance when the door clicked shut.
He shook his head to try to clear it. Bucky was having second thoughts about showing up until now. Knowing she was in there with his friends gave him the courage he needed to walk through the door and be the center of attention.
She was confused when she walked in the restaurant and found it empty. “Hello?” she called tentatively, her hand tightening around the clutch that matched her dress.
She had assumed that Natasha would be here at least since she had been out when Y/N had called. Nat graciously let her get ready in her room anyway, telling FRIDAY that it was okay.
Taking a few steps forward, she was met with a single, candlelit table and a waiter pulling a chair out, gesturing for her to sit.
“Where is everyone?” she questioned as she sat down.
The waiter smiled when the door opened and nodded towards the opening she had walked through moments before.
Bucky was surprised by the silence when he entered the restaurant. He stood quietly for a second before taking slow steps through an archway and seeing her, just her, sitting at a small table. He heard her gasp when he rounded the corner and steeled himself for the worst.
“Hey, doll. Where is everyone?” he questioned as he sat across from her, the candlelight making her eyes sparkle.
Haven't you figured it out?” she replied with a soft smile.
Bucky shook his head and furrowed his brows for just a moment before his eyes went wide when realization dawned on him, too. “They set us up,” he chuckled. “Those assholes.”
Her smile fell when he spoke, her heart breaking slightly. “Is…is this okay? I could leave if -”
“No! Stay,” he interrupted eagerly. “I mean, please, if you’re okay with this date our friends set up. I think I’d really like to spend my birthday dinner with you.”
“Okay.”
Soft music was playing in the restaurant after their dinner. There were no tense or uncomfortable silences, no awkward questions.
Bucky stood from his chair when a new song started and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?” he asked quietly.
She nodded and took his hand, allowing him to guide her to an open area. He twirled her into his arms and pulled her close, his head tipped down to gaze into her eyes. Her perfume was intoxicating in a way that he felt as if he’d fall to the ground if it were taken away.
“What’s on your mind, Buck?” she whispered.
“I’m so afraid to do something stupid. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this with anyone,” he replied earnestly.
“What could you possibly do that would be so stupid?”
“Say I love you,” he blurted out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. Once he realized what he’d said, his eyes widened in shock.
“Why is that stupid?” she asked, hurt lacing her tone.
“Because I’m sure you’ve heard those words before and it’s never ended well. Because I’m sure you don’t feel the same way about me. I don’t know why Tony set this up, honestly,” he rambled as they stopped moving to the music, his hold on her loosening.
Bucky was surprised when her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him down. Before he could ask what she was doing, her lips were on his, kissing him with a pent up need that he reciprocated, his arms snaking around her waist and tugging her into his chest.
He took control of the kiss quickly, his tongue swiping over her lips as his hand slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades. Her arms tightened around his neck and she sighed happily. They broke apart after several minutes, their foreheads pressed together and their chests heaving.
“Wanna try that answer again?” she smiled.
“It’s stupid because I didn’t say it sooner,” he answered.
“Better.”
“So does this mean that you’re my girl now?”
“I’ve been your girl for months. You were just too stupid to do anything about it,” she teased.
“Hey, you didn’t exactly make your intentions known either,” he fired back with a chuckle.
“I didn’t want to press too hard in case you weren’t comfortable with a woman being so forward. You do come from a different time,” she shrugged.
“Well, we have to make sure we thank Tony tomorrow,” he sighed as he tightened his arms around her once again.
“Definitely. I gotta know who won the pool, though,” she said excitedly.
“Pool? What pool?” Bucky’s head tilted in confusion as she giggled, trying to figure out what she meant by winning a pool.
“We weren’t supposed to know but they were betting on when you’d man up and ask me out,” she explained. “I overheard Clint and Tony talking about it ages ago.”
“They made bets about this?”
“Yeah.”
“Our friends need new hobbies,” Bucky muttered as he tilted her chin up, capturing her lips again, effectively ending the conversation.
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