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The Reunion (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Sorry this took so long. My head was a mess and I couldn’t figure out how to write this and was feeling unmotivated but I think I have done it. Hope everyone is safe and well. Enjoy! :)

Anon Prompt: Bucky and Reader reunite and Bucky tries to figure out if Reader is still ticklish. Bucky is successful but he forgets... he has the same weakness.

Next up: @notmeblahh’s prompt :)

“Hello! Is anyone here?”

When you heard the voice as it echoed throughout the house you jumped off the couch and ran towards the front door. You didn’t have to ask who it was that entered the house. You have heard his voice throughout your whole life and have been waiting to hear for a year.

“Hey sweethe-“ Bucky didn’t get to finished his sentence as you jumped into his arms.

“I missed you...”

Bucky smiles and tightens his grip around your waist.

“Missed you too sweetheart.”

This had to be one of the best moments of your life. Reunited with your best friend and older brother after being a year apart. No matter how much you begged him not to leave, he had to. For you and for himself. He was put on deadly missions, was injured several times and had about six near death experience in the last year. He didn’t want you involved in any of it because if you were hurt in anyway he wouldn’t know what to do. At first you were angry with him that he left you, worried for him every single second of the day but at the end you understood. He wanted to protect you.

“Are you gonna get down soon? You are kinda heavy.”

“Nope.”

Bucky sighs, “Fine.”

Bucky removes himself from the entry way, closes the front door and makes his way to the living room where you sat just moments before. You both start to relax as he sits down on the couch with you wrapped around his waist.

“How long are you gonna be here for.”

“For as long as you need me, sweetheart,” you smiled at his sweet comment and buried yourself deeper into his arms.

“Y/N, you are crushing me.”

“Deal with it.”

Bucky rolled his eyes knowing how stubborn you were and switched on a movie.

About 45 minutes later you and Bucky were relaxing on the couch, you dozing off to sleep next to him and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. He hasn’t really focusing on you since he forgot you were there since this was a normal occurrence but his attention shifted when a scene popped on the screen. A young gentlemen and his nephew playing around, Bucky didn’t really think of it but that changed when laughter filled the room.

“The tickle monster’s gotta ya!” the young gentlemen said on the screen.

Bucky sat there, wondering why that sounded so familiar. He removed his eyes from the television and shifted to you, cuddled into the Winter Solider’s side. Then it clicked. It sounded familiar because he played the same game with you. Chasing you around, catching you and throwing you into the air as you giggled and shrieked in excitement. He remembered as it always brought you joy and also himself. As he was recalling these happy memories you were waking up for your short nap.

“Buck.”

No response.

“Bucky.”

Still no response.

“James!”

Bucky jumped as you yelled his name and turned to face you, a large suspicious grin on his face.

“Hi Sleeping Beauty.”

“Shut up,” you groaned at the tease and punched him lightly in the arm. “What’s up with the Joker grin?”

He chuckled at your comment and turned his body to fully face yours, preparing for an attack.

“Remember the games we used to play?”

“Nope. Why? You wanna play hide and seek? Or freeze tag?” you asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. But just one thing... are you still ticklish?”

You did not expect to be asked that. If you had you would’ve reacted better than you had. In response to your brother’s question you froze up but, quickly recovered.

“No.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I am positive.”

“You mind if I test that theory out, sweetheart?”

“Why? You don’t need to since I already said that-“ you squeaked as you felt a jab to one of your sides. You froze once again and your eyes popped out of your head. You shook your head slowly at him as you saw the shit eating grin on his face and started to slowly back away from him. He took notice and before you could get off the couch he pulled you to him and placed you on his lap.

“No. No!” you pushed at Bucky’s hands as he started to get closer to your sensitive sides.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk... Y/N,” he decided to make it easier for himself and grabbed your wrist, placing them above your head.

“Bucky, don’t.”

“Don’t what, munchkin?”

“Tickle me!” Oh fuck. Oh no. No. No! What an idiot you were. You fell for the most simplest trick in the book.

“Oh it would be my pleasure!” he said with excitement and dug his hand into your ribs. You screamed and kicked your legs as you felt his fingers dig in between each of your ribs.

“BUCKY!”

“Y/N!”

“PLEASE!”

“Please move? Got it!” his hands then moved from your ribs to dig into your worst spot and his favorite, your thighs. Your head slammed on his leg as you cackled loudly and kicked your legs out to remove his hands.

“Y/N! Did you just try to kick me?”

“NO I DID NOT!

“I think you did...”

“NO I SWEAR I DID NOT.”

“Fine. Since you didn’t kick me I cut you some slack,” he said and removed his hand from your knees and gave you a breather.

“T-thank-k y-you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Your break was very short as Bucky then shoved his hands up both of your armpits. His metal arm making the whole thing worse then it already was.

“BUCKY!! STOP IT.”

“Stop what?” he smiled down at you and fluttered his metal fingers into your neck, making you scrunch up your neck and his crush his fake fingers.

“PLE-EASE!?”

“I will stop if you say that you love me and missed me.”

“I-I LOVE YOU.”

“And?”

“I MISSED YOU!”

“And?”

“AND?!”

He rolled his eyes, “Tell me I am the best brother.”

“YOU ARE THE-E HAHAAHA.”

“Y/N...”

“BEST BROTHER.”

“Now say it all together.”

“BUCKY!!”

“Okay, okay,” he removed his hands but kept you in his arms. He smiled once again as he looked at you with your hair all over the place, your cheeks bright red, and giggles still streaming out of your mouth. What he didn’t know that was you were ready to get revenge. So you did.

“AHHH!” Bucky screamed as you jumped on Bucky and wrestled him to the floor. It was difficult and you almost fell off but you were able to stay on top of him and latch onto his sides. “Y/NNN! NOO!”

“But I didn’t even get to your worst spot yet Buck,” you smirked down at him and pried his human arm up, quickly shoving your hand into his armpit. As your hand came in contact he flipped out. Chuckling loudly and trying to push your roaming hand out of his armpit. Sadly, he was too weak to do so and you happily continued.

“I AM SORRY!”

“Are you sure about that though?”

“YES PLE-AHAHAH.”

Giving him a little bit of mercy you retracted your hand out and moved to his sides, scratching softly over the skin.

“What were you saying?”

“I-I amM soR-ry.”

“And?”

“And?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I am the best little sister in the world right?”

“I don-nt thi-ink tha- OKK YOUU ARE.”

“I am what?”

“THE BESTT LITTTLE SISSTERR.”

“I guess that is acceptable,” Bucky sighed in relief as he couldn’t feel your tickling hands.

“Yo-ou a-are e-evil,” he said as he pointed to you.

“What can I say?” you kissed his cheek, slowly got up from your spot on the floor, and looked down at the giggling solider with a smile. “I learned from the best.”

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Just Say the Word: Eighteen

“Buck,” Steve said quietly, “We’ve gotta move.”

Bucky is stuck rooted to the spot. staring at the blood on the floor. He’d thought he’d sweep in. Like fucking Prince Charming slaying the dragon, and sweeping her into his arms and carrying her off to safety. 

Not this. Not you standing in the middle of the floor, pale and trembling., bleeding through your clothes, Rumlow’s knife in your hand, and Rumlow. Dead. In a puddle of his own blood. 

“Baby,” Bucky said holding his arms out, “Come on. We gotta go.” He managed it after a moment but you don’t look at him. Your eyes don’t move from the body on the floor. His head practically seperated from his shoulders. 

Steve trades looks with Bucky and they both swallow hard. And Bucky nods. They’re gonna have to carry you out but first they have got to get the knife. Not that they think you’ll hurt them. Or that any Judge ever would convict you for killing Rumlow. But. It’s best not to take the chance. Bucky reaches forward slowly, “Ma’s waiting,” he coaxes softly, “She’s cooking dinner... and you know she doesn’t like it when we’re late.” 

Encouraged when you don’t flinch away and a flicker of recognition flashes in your eyes, he very gently captures your wrist in one hand, “That’s good baby. We gotta get going okay? You did real good. But it’s time to come home.”

Slowly, he reaches for the knife and stops when your fingers twitch on the handle. He knows. He knows he could just take it from you. Take it and clean it up. Take it and hurl it into the nearest lake. He could rip it away from you and haul you out of here. But. He’s afraid. Very afraid. Because you look so fragile. So dead inside. Hollow. “Come on, pretty baby,” he coaxes, gently tilting your face away from staring at Rumlow. “Look at me,” he pleads softly, “I’m gonna keep you safe. But you gotta come with me.”

“Bucky-” you murmur, lip trembling.

“I’m here,” he said softly, “Baby I’m right here, okay?” He slides his hand from your wrist to your hand and gently takes the knife from your hand. “You don’t need this anymore, baby,” he praises, “You did so good. But we’re gonna take over now, okay?”

When you nod, very cautiously, Bucky feels his chest unclench slightly. He passes the knife to Steve, trusting him to take it and know what to do with it. “Come on baby,” he says softly, lifting you off your feet gently. Time is running out. When you whimper in pain he kisses your head, “I know,” he hummed, “I know it hurts. I’m sorry. I’m gonna get you fixed up, okay?”

He cradles you close and nods at Steve. Steve doesn’t need any more encouragement. It’s taking just minutes for Bucky to be steadily covered in your blood. And they’re gonna have to drive like hell. Like the devil is gonna drag them off, if they’re  gonna get you to medical care in time.

Steve listens to Bucky whispering soothing little bits of nonsense. Anything to keep you calm. And still. “Natasha,” Steve said, “Call Colin and Winnifred. Tell them we’re coming.”

Nat’s eyes widen as she watches Bucky carry your limp body out of the warehouse. And Steve pulls her against his side to keep her from running over, “Nat,” he murmured, “Let him do this.”

“But-”

“She killed him,” Steve said quietly, “Damn near cut his head off.”

Natasha slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced towards you. “No,” she said.

Steve nodded. No one blamed you for killing him. But it was the violence of it. From you. Their sensitive little artist. The empath. The free spirit. That’s what had them shocked. Steve pulled her close and kissed her head, “Let Bucky do it,” Steve said softly. 

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Winnifred hung up her phone and Colin felt his body tense, “Get ready,” she said softly, “They’re coming.”

“What happened?” Colin asked, getting to his feet. 

“She killed him,” the older woman said softly. “He tried to skin her alive. And she killed him.”

Colin nodded. Trying to digest that. Trying to put pieces together. But he couldn’t breathe. All his training in managing a crisis was gone. You were hurt. You’d killed a man. And you were coming home.

“We’re gonna have to lay her on the table,” Winnifred said, starting to clear it. “And we’re going to need a sheet. Preferably one you don’t mind having to burn when we’re done.”

“Right,” okay,” Colin said exhaling slowly, “Okay.”

“Good man,” She said, “One foot in front of the other.”

Colin nodded. Mouth dry and turned to go find a sheet. And medical supplies. He could hear Winnifred out front, prepping and scrubbing, running to her car for more supplies and he tried. He tried very hard to focus on calming down. 

You needed him calm. Calm and able to work on your wounds. You deserved that much. And that might be the only way. The one thing that could help him get you away from Bucky. That thought made him mentally slap the back of his hand. That should be the least of his worries. 

He shouldn’t be thinking about getting you away from Bucky. But he was. He didn’t want you to go away. He wanted you to stay. But the more people he met from your old life, the more he could understand the allure. And he could understand how you’d want to go back. How despite everything, you could feel safe. And it made his chest hurt, thinking about how little safety he could really provide. 

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I NEED A HUG

I watched infinity war. Does anyone wanna talk? I need a crying buddy

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Chapter 1 Part 2 ,,Love on a plate”

Warnings ; fluff, background,a tiny bit build up to a smut, words: 600 Summary: You and Bucky eating breakfast. Love in the air

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Chapter  2 Love on a plate ... That simple sentence made your heart melt. Since the war has broken you two had less and less time together. So whenever you got the opportunity, you did your best to make even those little and simple things special. That to say James was always more than happy to cook for you because he knew how you loved it Not minding his poor skills, he somehow menaged to learn how to make scrambled eggs. This meal reminded you of your old home. You weren’t sure if he had figured it out and made it his go-to dish or learning something more complicated was just too much for him. But it was enough. Enough to fall for him a tiny.little.bit.more every time you saw him so concentrated on separating eggs from the shells. He’s been all that you ever needed. ________ “Beautiful” he thought as he looked at your dreamy expression and tilted head. He felt like the luckiest man alive. You ment the world to him. Thats why he was secretly kind of grateful for the war. It was as stupid as it sounds but he knew that it was the very thing that made you come to Brooklyn. It was a gift from God and let me tell you he appreciated it. ________  You felt your mouth water when the gorgeous brunet turned around with a skillet in his hand and a hopeful look of a puppy. The same one he always did when he cooked for you, hoping you’d like it. Being honest, how could you not? He was trying so hard everytime.  You ate in silence, taking delight in the meal and in the hushed sound of your soulmate’s presence. When you both finished, you started washing the dishes.  - Y/N? – Bucky asked, all of the sudden standing right behind you. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body and his breath on your neck. - Yes sweetie? – you calmly replied. - I love you. – he said softly but very seriously. - All right, that’s nice. – you giggled. - Is it really? – Bucky grabbed your waist from behind, causing you to feel the blood rushing through your veins. It also led to you droping one of the dishes. Fortunately it didn’t break. - Yeah it is. Because I love you too. – you stated turning around and leaning for a kiss. It was a soft kiss only for a matter of seconds. James deepened the kiss and your tongues were now dancing together. But it wasn’t a needy and “foreplaish” thing. It was a tangible form of the just said declarations. Your lips connected by an unspoken passion. Your hands wrapped around him, leaving wet stains all over his clothing. Both dizzy, separating for air. His moon-eyes staring at you, holding your heart hostage. Tucked in a hug, face burried in his chest,  you whispered: - We should get going. – his body tensed a little. - No we shouldnt… - *sigh*  - And stop it Y/N, I can feel you rolling your eyes at me right about now. – you chuckled because he was right.  - Why so mean Barnes? – you said smiling as you pulled away. - Fine. We’re leaving in 10. – now he rolled his eyes in the most adorable way. You turned around on your heel and went to the bathroom. Both unknowingly thinking at the same time: How much you love the other one.

T.B.C.

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Criminal (part 1)

Part One

Reading List: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: AU where Bucky is part of the white collar crime division of the Brooklyn police and you're a well known thief that he's had in his sights for years but has never caught. What happens when you get in too deep and have to turn to the one person who's been longing to lock you away for as long as he's been after you?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 981 Warning: No warnings this chapter.

A/N: This is my first piece of writing of this nature so please be kind. This chapter will probably be the shortest since I’m just getting my feet wet. This idea was brought on by ‘Criminal’ by Fiona Apple. I’m working on the second part but we’ll see how all of this goes.

The loud house music pulsed through your veins and your body was a slave to the music your hips moving on instinct alone as you weaved through the crowd of sweaty bodies in the packed Brooklyn night club. The aroma of alcohol filled your nostrils and yet no liquor, beer or wine was flowing through your bloodstream. Unlike the sea of people flocking to this establishment you weren't here to drink or looking for a lay. A sly smile covered your crimson glossed lips as you spotted exactly who you were looking for. Your (y/c/h) was pulled up in a high pony tail allowing your long tresses to cascade down the center of your back. The dress you wore was a short little number which showed off your legs perfectly the fabric hugging your body in all the right places and three thin strips of mesh across your stomach showed just a hint of tantalizing flesh, the were no sleeves, the neckline only hinting at what you had to offer. Your suede cut-out lace-up heels clicked against the flooring beneath your feet but there was no way to make out the sound over the loud music. Men on the dance floor tried to get your attention a few attempting to grab at you but a well placed heel to their foot quickly sent them on their way. Tonight was another game of cat and mouse with the dashing Detective Barnes, for a man who was so completely out to get you, he wasn't as intelligent as he seemed to think. How many times in the past month had you intentionally placed yourself in the same location as the Detective even giving him hints? How many times had you looked the Detective in the eyes without him realizing you were the thief who eluded him? Keen (y/c/e) scanned those around you before landing on the man in question who sat perched upon a tall stool at the bar like a bird of prey talking into the microphone you knew was hidden somewhere on his person. You had already made what you assumed were most of the undercover cops in the club, his partner was the easiest to make out, no man should be that tall, wide and annoyingly perfect. If Detective Rogers was the sun than Detective Barnes was the moon, it was easy to see which was the moodier of the two and which you have really gotten under the skin of. As a couple at the bar was locked in a heated make out session like two teenagers who have yet to grow up, you easily swipe what you assume is an apple martini from the napkin beside the woman. The most important part of being a thief and con artist was confidence and knowing who you needed to be for the moment opposed to who you truly are. Tonight, as far as Detective Barnes was concerned, you were a slightly drunk and clumsy patron of this establishment. Taking a sip of the drink which was far too sweet for your taste you allowed the liquor to linger on your lips and tongue as you tripped perfectly into Detective Barnes your green tinted beverage ruining his pristine white button up and causing barely seen green rivers to run down his black leather jacket. "I'm so sorry!" Your speech was slightly slurred, something you had mastered over time, as you quickly grabbed a napkin and began to dab at his shirt in what appeared to be a drunken haze. Strong digits wrapped around your hand, his warm flesh connecting with yours and stopping your movement. Your startled eyes moved to meet the deepest and most piercing blue orbs you've ever seen. "It happens, it's crowded. Should I call you a cab?" For a moment you almost felt bad, since it seemed Detective Barnes was a gentleman misplaced in time, that feeling of course was fleeting. "No, I'll just get my friend to drive me home." You waved towards a random man on the outskirts of the dance floor. Of course he waved back regardless of the fact that he didn't know you. Detective Barnes gave you a calculating look before nodding slowly, "Just get home safe." You wondered if he realized exactly how much like a police officer he sounded. His eyes quickly left yours once more since he was looking for someone this evening, a victorious smirk spread across your lips as you turned away from the Detective and headed towards the man you had waved at. You were curious how long it would take the Detective to find the little note you had left on a bar napkin for him which you had slipped into the inside pocket of his jacket. Spilling a drink on someone was always a great way to distracted them, they were cold or hot due to the liquid and by your attempt at assistance. Often times it wasn't until much later they realized something was gone or had been placed on them. The Detective had likely checked to make sure his wallet was still in place after your little encounter but you hadn't touched that at all. As you left the club you couldn't help but laugh at the words which were written on the napkin within the Detective's jacket pocket. 'It was nice to finally meet you Detective, next time the drinks are on me.' It was signed with a single crimson kiss, the lip prints liking like flames and they were ones he should be used to seeing by now. The cool evening air caused goosebumps to rise on your flesh as you stepped out of the club a feeling of exhilaration over took you. For the first time, you had finally gained the courage to make the first move and this was a chess game you were truly going to enjoy.

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A Game of Hide N’ Seek (Steve x Bucky x Peter x Reader)

Hey everyone! Sorry if this fic is a little bit confusing (as well as my other fics) I am to all of this and I am working on improving. Anyways, thank you everyone for the support (I know I have said this so many times but I am just so glad and grateful). You all are amazing. Hope y’all enjoy the fan fiction :)

Summary: Y/N and the rest of the Avengers decide to play Hide N’ Seek and when Y/N and Peter don’t listen or follow the rules it takes two certain soldiers to deal with them.

You had no idea how you got here. Squished between a wall and a mat on the second floor of the Avengers Tower in one of the training rooms, hiding away from whoever was roaming the hallways. You and the rest of the Avengers were currently stuck in quarantine and Peter suggested a great idea to play Hide N’ Seek. At first, everyone was thinking it was a ridiculous but with your help you convinced them by simply saying “is there anything better to do?” Soon everyone was quickly running from the seekers into different hiding spots. 

Since there are so many of them, you all decided who would be seeking with a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. By the end of the rounds, the seekers were Bucky Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Thor. Bucky, Steve and Thor were already seekers before they all started the first round since neither of them knew how to play and they were way too old to understand the concept. They all counted to a minute giving you enough time to get to the best spot you could think of.

Now here you were. Crouched near the wall so if someone did see you, you would have enough time to run and go to another spot. You most definitely didn’t want to get caught. If you did everyone would tease you on how bad of a hider you are. They always teased you (now matter how stupid the thing was). But, if you didn’t get found you could rub it in their faces (and who doesn’t love a little bragging). You smirked as you thought of your future victory but were quickly interrupted as a scream cut through the air. Your eyes widened, knowing that someone must be coming closer. 

“Hello? Is anyone in here...” You quickly slapped both of your hands over your mouth making sure no noise came out. “Oh come on. I know someone is hiding  in here,” footsteps start to approach where you are hiding and you heart starts to quicken with every footstep you hear. All of a sudden, they stop right in front of you. You take both hands off your face and curl your body to make sure they couldn’t see you from behind the mat. “Well, I guess no one is in here. Steve, this room is clear!” You heart slows down as you hear the footsteps fade out to silence. You uncurl and sigh of relief. 

“Guys, please STOP!” You quickly stood up. What the hell is going on? You took a chance and peeked your head out from your hiding spot. You scanned the room but all you could see were tread mills and weights. But, your eyes locked on one of the Avengers, Bucky. Your heart quickened but you knew he would not find you. He was in here earlier teasing you, knowing how you did not want to be found. Your eyes were still locked on the Winter Solider, waiting for him to move. You were just about to put your head back behind the mat when you made eye contact with light blue eyes that were sparkling with mischief. You have been found. Bucky smirked as he looked at your face that was filled with horror. You stood frozen but as soon as he took a couple steps, you ran like hell. 

You didn’t even have to look back to know that he was chasing you. You also knew that you were gonna get caught but, you wouldn’t give up that easily. You twisted and turned throughout the hallways of the tower for what seemed like 5 minutes when you finally lost Bucky. You found one of the labs open and quickly set yourself up against the wall. You sighed, happy that you escaped the Solider. At least you thought you did.

“You really thought that I wouldn’t catch you, sweetheart?” Your eyes widen and you don’t hesitate to start running again but Bucky is quick this time. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere,” he chuckles as he lifts you up and over his shoulder. You shake from side to side and slam your fists on Bucky’s back, trying to get out of his strong grip. 

“Okay. You caught me. Now, you can let me go.” 

“I’m sorry but, I just can’t.”

“Um, yes you can.”

“Oh but, I don’t want to.”

“Bucky, this is not funny.”

“You know what is not funny? Both you and Peter thought that you could just simply run away from us and expect no consequences.” He smirked, tightening his grip against your legs as he could sense your panic. 

“What are you gonna do?”

“You will see.”

After wandering the hallways. Bucky finally stopped and you were still in his grip. 

“There you both are. We were waiting for you.” You couldn’t see Steve but you knew he was up to something. 

“Y/N!! Help me!” You raised your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Peter? What is going on?” 

Bucky set you down on the ground but before you thought of running away he wrestled you to the ground. Pinned under Bucky you looked around and saw Peter right next to you. He was struggling. Both of you were. You both were straddled by two of the most strongest Avengers and you both had no clue what was happening.

“Both of you are in so much trouble,” you turned and looked at Steve with a look of confusion.

“How are we in trouble, Steve?”

“Well Y/N, you both weren’t following the rules of the game.”

“What rules?”

Steve sighed as he grabbed both of Peter’s hands and gave him a stern look. “The rules of the game we just played.”

“There are no rules. Well except one which is run and don’t get caught.”

“Okay then, you both didn’t follow one of MY rules. Which is, when you are caught. You are caught and it is game over for you.”

“Okay, so?”

“So, you broke the rules and you deserved to be held responsible,” you looked up at the Winter Solider and gave him a glare. 

“No we do not ‘need to be held responsible’,” trying your luck you tried to shove Bucky off of you but he was just to strong. He chuckled in response to your weak defense and grabbed both of your hands and held them above your head. You looked at Peter as Steve did the same thing.

“Yo-you can’t hu-hurt us. Mr. Stark would not like that,” Peter had hope, you would give him that but, you both knew what was coming.

Steve gave Peter a smirk in response.  “Who said that we would hurt you?”

You looked at Bucky in panic, praying that he would let you go. But, Bucky put on the exact evil smirk that Steve had and put his free hand up. Your eyes widened as you saw Bucky’s hand form into a claw. You moved your body as far away from his claw as you could.

“What’s wrong, Y/N. You don’t remember this?” You wanted to smack that smirk off of his stupid face. He knew you remembered this. Buck would play a game where if you didn’t listen to him or if you were sad he would bring his “friend” and your worst nightmare. “The Claw” he called it. You had to admit you did miss that game but, you didn’t miss it that much. 

“Well, let you remind you,” not even wasting one second Bucky dig his hand into your stomach, digging and vibrating right in the center. 

“BUCK! NOOO!” You knew that wouldn’t make him stop but, it was worth a try. 

“Okay. I guess I will switch spots!” You screeched as he let go of his hold on your arms and shoved his hands up your armpits. It was always a really bad spot for you but what made it worse was that damn metal arm. 

“MR ROGERS! I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE STOP, I AM BEGGING YOU!” you looked over at Peter. The sight of him screeching and wiggling around to avoid Steve’s fingers only made you laugh harder. Steve looked over at you and noticed that you were pointing and laughing at Peter and his misery. 

“Oh, you think this is so funny, Y/N. Well I will show you something to laugh at. Buck switch places with me,” Bucky took his hands out from under your armpits, looked at you and smirked. He knew you were so screwed. He quickly got off of you to endure the same techniques on Peter.

You looked up at Steve as he slowly sat down and put your arms under his knees. “Steve, come on. You don’t have to do this,” you laughed nervously. Steve sighed and looked down on you. He tsked and reached behind him to your knees. He poked at your knees and smirked. 

“I want to do this,” like Bucky, he also didn’t waste time. He dug into your knees squeezing them like crazy while you were squirming underneath him and laughing very hard. Steve smiled wide, happy to see you laugh. But, he saw that you had enough. 

“I will stop if you say you are sorry and if you promise to follow the rules next time.”

“I- I CA- HAHAHAH” 

“I can’t hear you, Y/N” 

“Steve, she can’t speak if she is laughing that hard.”

“Alright,” he quickly stopped squeezing your knees and started to poke your stomach. 

“I- hehehe am sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” 

“I aMm sorrry for not followingg the ruless and I promise to follow them next time.” 

“Good,” you sighed in relief as Steve got off of you. You rolled to your side, moving your arms to protect yourself from anymore torture. You looked up to see Peter sitting on the couch, sipping on a Capri-sun. 

“Really?” Peter raising his eyebrows in confusion taking a sip from the drink. “You are drinking a fucking Capri-sun as I am being tortured.” 

“Hey! Language!” Cap yelled at you as he left the living room. 

Peter sat back on the couch and put his Capri-sun on the side table. “He left me go 2 minutes before,” you slowly turned away from Peter towards Bucky and glared at him. 

“You didn’t want to help me?”

“No not really.”

“You are such an ass.”

Bucky returned the glare and put his hand back up in “claw form”. “Do you want round two?”

“No.” You grumbled as you got up from the floor and sat on the couch right next to Peter. You smiled to yourself glad for the time spent with your family. But, you would never let them know that. You did NOT want that to happen again. Well, maybe you did.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Cherry Coke Special: Ten

Bucky pulled you closer in the dark and buried his face in your hair. You’d been asleep again when he got home. Dead asleep. The kind of sleep that told him you’d probably taken enough Benadryl to put a horse down. 

Not enough to kill you. But enough to keep you asleep for at least 12 hours. Trying to sleep through the pain. And Bucky figures it’s got a lot to do the depression. And the pain from healing. To be honest, he wouldn’t want to be awake either. He doesn’t want to be awake, he wants to stay home with you. He wants to go to sleep. But he can’t.

All he can hear is the sound you made when they told you. The way you folded over onto yourself, knees to chest and sobbing. Inconsolable. Nothing Bucky could say was going to soothe you. And he knew it. So he didn’t say anything. All he could do was hold you. 

Like he did every night. He hardly ever saw you with your eyes open right now. If you were awake, it was only briefly. Especially now that there was no job to go back to. Someone had alerted people over your head that you were tangled up in a mob war.  It had been politely suggested that you resign. And in your grief, you’d not fought it. Or let Bucky fight it. 

When you make a soft uncomfortable noise, he kisses your hair, “Shhh,” he soothed, “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’m here.”

“Bucky?” you murmur, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

“The one and only,” he said, smiling a little as he tightened his arms around you.

“How was work?” your voice is muffled against his chest, but it’s the best thing he’s heard all day. 

“It was fine... Ma dropped by. Told me to tell you she wants to take you shopping,” he says softly. 

“I hate shopping,” you murmur. Not petulant, just stating a fact. 

“I know,” he said, kissing your temple. Going shopping with you for baby things had been a nightmare. You were obsessive and indecisive. And you shopped like you didn’t have money, adhering strictly to a budget. It had driven him up the wall, and he made a mental note of things you dismissed as being too expensive. Because he was gonna, make sure you got them. Thinking about that made his eyes water, and he blinked back tears quickly. He’d hated having to call and cancel that order, frantic to keep you from having to open box after box of baby things for the nursery.

“I missed you,” You tell him, smudging a sleepy kiss against his shoulder. 

“I missed you too,” he rumbled quietly. His chest felt warmer than it had for days. He assumed you didn’t care where he was. Or didn’t know because you were asleep. “You feel okay?” he asked, “Did you eat today?”

“I’m okay. I’m just... tired,” you whisper. 

“Baby,” Bucky sighed, “We’ve got- I mean. Have you thought about talking to anyone?”

“I’m fine,” you repeat.

Bucky doesn’t want to press. This is the most words he’s heard out of you in ages. The longest you’ve talked in a couple weeks. “Then come get dinner with me tomorrow?” he asks.

When you tense up, he kisses your head, “At least stay awake for me tomorrow? Eat some sweet and sour with me. Help me drink a bottle of wine? I missed eating dinner with you.”

“Okay,” you say quietly. 

“Yeah?” he says, smiling a little, “You promise?” He didn’t like you sleeping so much. He knew it hurt, but. He needed you. He missed his girl. He missed you sitting in his lap and rubbing his neck while he rested his head on your shoulder. He missed the big eyes looking up at him. He missed the quick wits and sneaky smiles. 

“I’ll try,” you answer, hesitating to make a promise you don’t know you can keep.

“That’s all I need, babygirl,” he said softly. “How are you healing?”

“It still hurts, but. I think the stitches are okay... Nothing’s seeping anymore.”

“Can I-” he started, reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

You stop his hand and try to wiggle away, wincing. “I just wanna make sure it’s not getting infected again,” he said sternly. With you sleeping so much, bandages don’t get changed like they should. And Bucky is sad that it’s going to scar. He hadn’t wanted that. Not because he thought scars were unattractive but because he hadn’t wanted you to wear a physical reminder of your pain. “Hold still,” he said. His tone firm but gentle and brokering no argument. He pushes your shirt up gently, keeping his touch light as he inspects your wounds. Wounds. Plural. In the shuffle, you’d been hit by a ricochet. But. They looked good. Healing right finally. But, they needed some cleaning. 

“Stay here,” he said, kissing your jaw, “I’m gonna dab at everything a little. Clean it up some.”

He padded to the bathroom to give himself a second. He didn’t want you to see him upset. It still caught him by surprise sometimes, how attached he’d been to a baby that wasn’t even here yet. How attached he’d been to the idea of being a dad. A good dad. Like his had been. It was all he wanted. 

By the time he’s pulled himself back together, you’re half asleep again. Struggling to stay awake, and he smiles a little. “Just a minute, sweetheart,” he said, “Let me do this, and we’ll go to bed, huh?”

You nod and exhale slowly, trying not to whimper at the cold of the ointment or the discomfort.  

“Oh come on, tough guy,” he teased, pinching your hip gently, “This ain’t so bad.”

“It’s cold,” you pout, uncomfortable and grumpy about it.

“My apologies, Princess,” he says, wrapping the wound back up carefully and kissing the gauze gently. “Let me put this away, baby,” he says gently, “Then we’ll have a cuddle. I’ll put in a movie for you.”

“What movie,” you ask, snuggling back under the covers and pulling the stuffed dog he bought you to your chest. 

Bucky stops in the doorway, thinking. You’re a good girl. A real good girl. but everyone needed a hand sometimes. And maybe. Just maybe your “hand” should be a paw. Or four. Maybe you needed a new friend. 

“How about a musical, huh?”

“You hate musicals,” you tell him yawning. 

“But I love you, baby,” he says crossing the floor and pulling you close. 

“I love you too, Bucky,” you tell him, kissing the hollow of his throat as he pulls up Singin’ in the Rain for you. Even if he knows you’ll be asleep in half a second and he’ll be stuck watching a movie he hates. 

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The Sweetest Thing: Five

“Buck, you ghosted her,” Steve reminded. 

“I know,” Bucky growled. He was tired of the moralizing. He knew he didn’t have any right to be mad. None at all. But knowing you were dating someone else, that you’d been on three dates with him, was infuriating. 

Not because you were doing it, but because he knew. HE KNEW, the guys you were dating weren’t good enough for you. At best, they were stupid. At worst, they were just after your money. But he was tired of hearing about how much he fucked up. Sam, Steve, Nat... Hell. Tony and Clint. They were all riding his ass, trying to get him to call you. Or something.

Bucky tossed his phone away from him, and Steve frowned, “So instead of being just friends, you’re gonna let your ego get in the way, huh?”

“She wouldn’t talk to me,” Bucky reminded, “Not at the party and not now.”

“Buck, she had a kid with her. It’s not like she had time to discuss your one-night stand and her feelings about things,” Steve snorted. 

Bucky nodded, scowling at his phone. He hoped, whoever this new guy was, he’d bother to find that little spot on the inside of your thigh that made you giggle. Or the little spot just below your right ear that made you melt into a puddle. A needy puddle. Putty in his hands. The thought made his lips twitch a little, involuntarily. He knew you’d been tipsy, just a little. But he didn’t doubt you’d be just as exciting without a bottle of wine. 

He doubted this was love. 

It couldn’t be love. Not really. But it was something. And his heart twisted viciously. He hated that he hurt you, Maybe it wasn’t love, but he cared about you. You looked at him like he was anyone else on the street. No fear of his reputation. Not fear of what he could do. You’d let him into your house and offered to make him a cake. It had been cute. It was comfortable.

Steve watched the expressions that crossed Bucky’s face. And for a moment, he looked like his old self. Reminiscing about the girl he’d been with the night before. Details he’d never given to Steve but kept to himself. Things Steve actually knew about now. Things he’d not ever dreamed of before. He left the table and left Bucky to it. He left him to think and hoped that his current train of thought would lead to him being less stupid. 

________

Bucky walked into the shop and took a deep breath. It smelled so good. It was soothing. But seeing you had set his heart to racing. Nerves jangled his hands, and he swallowed hard. 

It was almost closing time. And he knew you weren’t expecting anyone to come through the door as you loaded the day-old pastry into the boxes. Your head jerked up, looking towards the door, and Bucky froze. Like a deer in the headlights. You’d gone from your polite “customer service” face to just. Shut down. No emotion whatsoever. 

“What can I do for you, Bucky?” you ask quietly. 

“I just wanna talk,” Bucky said, holding his hands out placatingly, “I thought going to your house was a step too far. But you won’t answer your phone so... This was. This was all I could think of.”

You sigh and turn back to your work, “Talk about what? You made your intentions pretty clear when you lied to me.”

“Lie-” he starts, but you cut him off with a gesture. 

“You promised you’d call,” you remind him, “And you said you had to go to work... Well, if that’s the case, it was a short fucking mission given that literally, everyone had you in the background of their Snapchat I got sent.”

Bucky winced, “I- I’m sorry.”

“What I don’t understand,” you continue, “Is why. If you just wanted a one night stand, all you had to do was say something. It could have ended there, and I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Y/N,” he said, cringing, “I- I didn’t want just the one night. I still. I mean.” he felt his cheeks color, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I really- I meant to make you breakfast.”

“So what happened?” you ask. 

“I-” Bucky took a deep breath, “I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?” you snort.

“From me,” he said softly, “From people that would hurt you because of me.”

“Why would anyone give a shit about me?” you ask. 

“Because you’d be a weakness. Someone to use to hurt me... Someone they could exploit to make me be... what I was.”

“By that logic, you shouldn’t talk to anyone ever because with a martyr complex that size, they could use anyone to hurt you,” you tell him, handing him a cookie and the last of the coffee. 

“Probably true,” Bucky said nodding, “But if someone hurt you...”

“If someone hurt me, I’m a big girl who knew what I was getting into,” you tell him.

“My life is dangerous,” he said.

“And I could be mugged on the train home for the money out of the tip jar,” you sigh, “Look. Everything is dangerous. I could burn my face off on a pot tomorrow. My shop could burn down. I could get hit by a bus. I could die at least 18 different ways just from here to my house. And none of them would have anything to do with you.” You stop and smile a little, “It’s a little egotistical of you to assume I don’t have enemies of my own.”

“Is that so?” he said. He can’t help but smile a little, “You steal someone’s recipe?”

“And maybe a boyfriend or two,” you snort.

“That I believe,” he teased, “A real homewrecker you are.” It felt right, teasing you. Eating a cookie and just being in this space. Comfortable. He liked it and was even more irritated at himself for not doing this sooner. He watches as you hand off the pastry you didn’t sell today and sips his coffee. 

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Yeah?” you answer, not looking up from where you’re putting things in your safe to take care of in the morning. 

“Can I walk you home? It’d be a shame if you died before I got a chance to make it up to you.” He holds his breath. He expects you to tease him. To look up at him and say something snarky. But you don’t. Instead you shift uncomfortably. Like he just caught you doing something you shouldn’t.

“Bucky I-” You break off and exhale slowly, “That’d be really sweet of you but I can’t... I have a date. He’s going to be here any minute.”

“Oh,” he says, forcing himself to smile, “Well. That’s cool.”

“I’m sorry-” He shakes his head and you stop. His chest hurts, but it isn’t your fault. You thought he wasn’t interested and moved on. Like a normal person. 

“No,” he said, “It’s fine... I should probably get going anyway. Steve is going to have a lot of lecturing to do.” He smiles and leans over the counter to kiss your cheek, “Call me sometime,” he said, “We’ll get some coffee you didn’t have to make me.”

“I’d like that,” you murmur, feeling like you did something wrong as you watch him walk away, nearly colliding with your date on his way out the door.