You left the bathroom in your robe, rubbing a towel against your head to dry your hair. “Babe, can you check the water pressure in the shower? It’s acting up again.” You turned the corner to the kitchen to see two strangers—no, wait, you recognized them—standing in your house. “Were you gonna tell me we had visitors or were you planning on letting me make a fool out of myself by meeting the Avengers in my bathrobe?”
“Honey, I’m sorry. They just got here.” Sam approached and gave you a kiss. “And they need my help.” You raised a brow. “I know, right?” He whispered and you looked over his shoulder to see Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers staring, then quickly averting their gaze. You needed to put some clothes on.
“I’m gonna go get ready for the day.” You told them and awkwardly left the room. “Good to meet you guys, I’ll just be a few minutes.”
“I’ll make breakfast!” Sam said as you walked away. You giggled and closed the door to the bedroom to get dressed—and a few minutes later, as promised, you were back and offered to help Sam make breakfast for the surprise guests. “Thank you, hun.” He said, giving you a kiss on the side of the head as you cut some fruit.
“They’re in trouble?” You asked, not looking up from the cutting board. You heard Sam hum a “mhmm” in response and took a few moments. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“What am I thinking?” Sam asked, flipping the bacon frying on the stovetop.
“You wanna help. In any way. Probably the way I won’t like.” You responded. “I don’t want to lose you like we lost Riley.” He tensed up and set down the spatula he was holding, coming up behind you for a hug. “Just take it into consideration.”
“I get it.” Sam assured, resting his head on your shoulder. “But I think their mission requires some more manpower, you know? I can at least offer, we can figure something out.” You nodded, knowing it’d have to be something as dire as this to put those wings back on. “You okay?”
“I won’t be if you burn my pancakes.” You retorted and he backed off, turning back to the stove to tend to the food, you peered over your shoulder to see him smiling and shaking his head. Not the morning you’d thought you’d have, but definitely one for the history books.
Summary: The Winter Soldier was hired to protect you, guard you, risk his life for you. You are important. Your family is important. You become intrigued by the blue-eyed stoic man who stands by your side, and something brews between the two of you. Set during the Cold War. Winter Soldier!Bucky
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1178
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“Are you okay?” He asked you. It felt strange to hear his voice muffled by the mask he wore. You almost did not reply. Then you looked into his eyes, steel blue, and saw real emotion in them. Concern. Fear. To think once upon a time you had theorised that he was a robot with how reserved he normally is.
“Yeah.” The word left your mouth infused with shakiness. You tried to calm down your heart, but it was still racing from the attack. He noticed. Of course, he did. He walked over to you, carefully kneeling to pick you up. Your back ached from being pushed into the ground. The cry you let out when he lifted you off the ground told him as much.
“Can you walk?” He asked you. You barely heard him, focusing on the three men on the ground unmoving. “Y/N!” He said a bit more emphatically, grabbing your attention.
You snapped your head back to him, looking at him. Concern. Fear. Worry. “Can you walk?” He asked again. Slowly, you nodded a ‘yes’ and let him hesitantly lower you.
Instinctively, you rubbed your wrists where they had grabbed you tightly. It stung. You let out a hiss without realising and The Soldier was onto you instantly. He grabbed your hands, inspecting them carefully. Fear was gone from his eyes now. Anger replaced it. Anger. Concern. Worry. You caught him glance over at the thugs. “I’m fine.” You said softly. “Just bruised.”
He didn’t say anything to you now. He simply stepped back to call your father, talking in hushed muffled tones, informing him of your safety and that the situation had been dealt with. You focused on the thugs, taking careful steps around them, just out of reach if one miraculously woke up.
The call was made. More men arrived and took the thugs away. “Are they dead?” You asked him.
There were people around. You honestly were not expecting a response, that was not his normal. You had no idea why you had asked him in the first place, but you were in shock, you would later argue with yourself. And yet... he replied. “No. Your father will want to question them.” He said it so bitterly, as if he had wanted to kill them. That scared you.
Logically, you knew that a bodyguard’s job is to protect you. That involves killing people. He had literally killed to protect you the first time you had ever met him. And yet. This time, his desire to kill felt less like a professional obligation. He drove you back home, taking someone’s car. You were not sure whose but it had to have belonged to your father’s men. The drive was silent, the only sound that registered was when the hum of the engine cut abruptly as he got out to open your door. He never spoke unless spoken to, and you had nothing to say. This was your own fault. You had sneaked out without anyone. You knew it could have been dangerous – and oh Lord, how it was! – everything about this was on you.
“I’m sorry.”
Two words broke the silence as you walked to your room. You did not say anything. So, he must have. But why would he be apologising? You stared at him in confusion. This time, he didn’t stand outside the door, like a dutiful statue. He walked right in with you, closed the door and sat beside you.
“I should have been there. That was my job.” He sounded pained and mournful. It hurt you to think that this was probably the most human you had seen him look in two years. Whoever he truly was, It was beginning to peak through. "I'm sorry."
“No, no.” You denied. “I ran outside. I knew what I was doing.” No you did not! You argued with yourself. If you knew what you were doing, you would not have needed to be saved by him!
“I should have noticed sooner. I should have been there to protect you!” His voice raised, almost in panic. A thought filled your mind: what would have happened if he had not arrived when he did?
Tears welled up in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? “We’re they going to kill me?” You asked him in a voice that could barely constitute as a whisper. Your lip trembled. He pulled you close. He did not answer your question. He did not know what they had planned for you, but he wished he could have killed them all the same.
He let you lie across his lap, and cry silently to let the fear out. He shushed you when you blamed yourself, he run his hands through your hair until you calmed down. Not for the first time, you we’re grateful he was there.
He watched you slowly ease into drowsiness as the adrenaline and fear faded away. He moved to stand up and lay you back in your bed but from where you were sitting now that he gently pushed you off of him, you grabbed onto his hand before he became out of reach.
“Stay?” You asked in a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone. Please?” He looked at the door with a concerned look. “I’ll say I needed you here to feel safe. I do, really. Please? Just…just tonight?”
“Okay.” He nodded without hesitancy. And really how could he deny that? Keeping you safe was his job, that was his mission.
You climbed under the covers and insisted he join you There was some hesitancy now. He insisted sitting on a chair next to you, What would happen if your father came in? Fear climbed back up your throat. Father. Thugs. You could have died? What if you had died, and this was a dream, a last minute of peace before the great beyond? He did not need to hear your thoughts to read you like an open book. When tears began to well, he gave in.
His body was warm. There was space on your large bed, but you found yourself drawn towards him. It was nice, but every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the brutality of tonight. “Can you hold me?” You weren’t sure if he heard you, or if you had even really said it out loud but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. It was almost like he needed the reassurance of your life. It was in this warmth that you finally found enough comfort to fall asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was standing dutifully outside the door with his hands clasped behind his back. You barely missed the slight smile that peaked as you walked passed him before he drew his mask back up.
You would never know this, but that night, the Soldier had never slept. He forced himself awake incase a new threat came into the room while you were vulnerable - either enemies or your father.
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“You better stop looking down on me prinţesă or I’m gonna have to knock that crown off your head.” Bucky growled, getting all up in Y/N’s face, testing her, pushing her buttons, trying to get a reaction.
“It’s as hypothetical as it is real Barnes. I’m called Monarch for a reason.” She spoke calmly and rolled her eyes, looking at her nails casually.
“Besides your snobbish behaviour, that’s hard to believe. You’re all talk and no action prinţesă. I bet you couldn’t even take me down.”
“How about we take this to the training room and you can test that theory.”
The pair were now stood on opposite sides of a mat, in position to fight. Barnes’ smug face heated the fire of hatred she had for him, but it also made her attraction for him grow, and she despised the fact that she had any interest in him at all, because it meant he had power over her.
“Having second thoughts your highness?”
She scoffed, “You wish.”
Finally, the two stepped onto the mat and Y/N instantly manoeuvred herself onto Bucky and used his weight against him, slamming him down on the ground and before he could even react she had him pinned down with his left arm under her knee.
“Now whose all talk no action?” She whispered into his ear, making Bucky shiver and a hardness to grow in his pants.
Bucky grunted in annoyance and instantly pushed Y/N off him. He got into position again and she did the same.
“Stop underestimating me Barnes, I’m here for a reason. Just like you.”
“Funny you say that because you never go on missions.”
“I have other responsibilities Barnes; I am a princess for God’s sake. Plus, we just never share any.” She giggled and Bucky froze.
She instantly took this opportunity and tackled him, pinning him down once again, making Bucky groan as Y/N slammed him onto the ground.
“What happened to your game Barnes? Usually you’re more focused.” She smiled, got off him and sat down in front of him.
Watching as he sat up. She bit her lip as she took the time to admire him, his luscious black hair, scruffy beard and bulging muscles. She couldn’t deny the heat that she felt towards him, but as her eyes drifted up his body one more time, finally their eyes met and Y/N realised Bucky was watching her with a sly smile on his lips.
“You uh- You got a little drool there prinţesă.” He teased making her instantly blush and look away.
“It’s okay, I was getting a good look myself.” He admitted and Y/N looked up in shock.
Bucky chuckled and got up, he offered Y/N a hand and she shyly took it. He pulled her up and looked down at her, their faces so close that Y/N could feel Bucky’s breath on her lips but she narrowly tried to avoid eye contact, still feeling flustered from Bucky’s teasing.
“Funny how you always look down on me when really I’m the one taller than you.”
Y/N bit her lip as a dirty thought flashed into her mind, she finally looked into Bucky’s eyes and noticed the sweet smile on his lips. The warmth from his smile brought her confidence and she decided to test their new non-spite filled relationship.
“Well you could give me a reason to look down at you.”
“And how could I do that prinţesă?” He played along, pushing back his hair with a grin on his lips.
Y/N lifted her hand to rest it on Bucky’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “You could lift me up and... we could have some real fun.”
Her seductive voice made Bucky groan in sexual frustration and he instantly took her into his arms, and she responded, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She hesitated at first before connecting their lips, but as Bucky gripped her ass, a moan fell from her lips and she couldn’t hold herself back.
Their kiss was full of desperation and need. Bucky’s hand travelled over her body as he walked them to a wall, then slammed her against the hard surface, causing a break in their kiss as Y/N let out a moan of pleasure. Bucky quickly took this chance to kiss her neck and leave his mark on her skin.
“Bucky.” She whimpered and tugged at his hair as he quickly found her sweet spot, beginning to rock her hips against him, looking for attention in her core as she grew wetter for the man pushing her up against this wall.
“Tell me what you want prinţesă.”
“My pussy Bucky please.”
He groaned as his name left her lips again. It has never happened before this moment, and he was already so in love with the way she moaned it.
“What do you want me to do with that dripping pussy my prinţesă?”
“Eat my pussy please. Please Bucky.”
He kissed her deeply before letting her go and quickly stripping her of her clothes, he kissed up and down her body before finally lifting her up again, but this time resting her legs on his shoulders. Making him face to face with her soaked core.
He didn’t waste any more time and swiped his tongue over her wet lips, gripping her ass to pull her closer to him, consumed in her taste, so much that his mind went blank as he licked up more of her juices. Y/N was a withering mess above him, her fingers tangled in his hair and her head thrown back against the wall.
She tried to keep her eyes open as she wanted to watch Bucky, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open long enough before her mind went fuzzy and she could only focus on the motion of his tongue.
Bucky continuously looked up at the beautiful girl in his hold, watching as she slowly lost her mind from his touch. He wanted so desperately for her to cum, so he could taste her sweet cum and relieve the ache that had built up in his pants. He carefully moved so his left hand was free and moved it in-between her thighs, Y/N gasped at the cold contact of Bucky’s fingers and pulled at his hair, forcing a moan from him.
He used his fingers to rub circles on her clit, dragging her closer to a much needed orgasm.
“Fuck Bucky I’m going to cum!” She screamed and bucked her hips against his tongue.
Bucky grinned to himself and moved his fingers so he could solely focus on her clit, sucking on the pleasure point, causing the girl to scream again and cum hard into Bucky’s awaiting mouth. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back, Bucky held her tightly as his tongue softly lapped at her pussy. Allowing her to catch her breath and calm down.
She looked down at him and he met her gaze. She looked amazing in his eyes, even with messy hair and sweaty skin. He carefully brought her down so her legs were wrapped around his waist and he carried her over to the mat, softly laying her down before kissing her deeply. This time their kiss wasn’t as rough or needy it was sweet, but just as addictive.
“I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you Y/N.” He started and she pouted playfully.
“But why were you so mean then?”
“Because, I just got so caught up over you that I was embarrassed and scared that anyone could have that control over me.” He explained, kissing her face gently, making her smile and blush. “But you know prinţesă as much as you love looking down at me, I want to be the one on top this time, so I can properly enjoy watching you moan my name.”
“Barnes?” She teased.
Bucky growled in annoyance and gently bit her nipple, causing her to shriek out in surprise and moan from the pain.
“Please Bucky more.”
He quickly tugged off his shirt, giving Y/N a show of his muscles which she thoroughly enjoyed, and her finger drifted down the ridges of said muscles. Bucky smirked smugly and kissed Y/N’s forehead before tugging down his pants and boxers.
“Are you ready my prinţesă?”
She nodded eagerly and Bucky rest over her again, he gripped her throbbing hard cock and positioned his tip against her wet lips, feeling the inviting warmth and wetness that awaited him. He pecked her lips quickly before pushing into her core. The training room filled with the couple’s moans. Bucky became lost in her tightness, and Y/N felt perfectly full.
He leaned down to kiss her, knowing she would need time to get used to his size, feeling pain as her nails dug into his back, and listened as she whimpered his name like a mantra.
“Move Bucky.”
“Gladly.”
He pulled away from their perfect fit, causing the pair to let a whine, and quickly slammed back in. Y/N’s head felt back against the mat and Bucky left kisses across her collarbone, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper into her.
Bucky thrusted in and out of the princess, loving hearing her moans. He watched as her tits bounced with each thrust, soon taking a nipple into his mouth and his fondled the other breast. Y/N’s fingers ran through his hair again, and the two looked at each other, both enamoured with the view of the other. Bucky kissed her, and continued to do so her brought each of them to a new level of desire.
A particular push caused the princess to arch her back against the man, and dragged her nails down his back. Bucky reacted and thrusted harder, so turned on by her touch. He reached between her thighs and fondled her clitoris for the second time today.
“Bucky, I’m going to cum.”
“Good because I’m close too, my prinţesă, together?” She nodded quickly and gripped her lover closely.
His thrusts grew desperate, erratic, hard and deep, while her moans became lost in her screams of pleasure.
“Now prinţesă!”
Bucky and Y/N moaned together as their bodies became lost in each other.
He held her tightly and she never let him go as they found themselves again.
“Be mine?”
“I already am.”
Tony walked into the common room with a sour face and Clint laughed.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Can we keep our personal relationships out of the training room please?” Tony voiced loudly for everyone to hear, before glancing at Y/N and Bucky who were in the kitchen, her sat on the counter and him in her arms. “FRIDAY just had to inform me that we need it cleaned, because some people just couldn’t help themselves apparently.”
Y/N blushed and hid her face in Bucky’s neck. Naturally giving everyone freedom to tease the couple, happy they were finally together.
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Imagine Being A Student To The Winter Soldier Before The Fall Of Hydra For @dtescohmi "(Y/N) loosen your arm when you swing," he snaps as he catches your punch easily. "Yes sir," you say and throw another punch. He lets the punch hit his hand and nods approvingly. "You're getting better. Again." You swig again, and again, and again, until your knuckles bleed. The Winter Soldier is a strict teacher but he has a soft spot for you. You can't say why he's gentler with you but you imagine it's because you both experience the same mind control. The other students are loyal to Hydra but you and the Soldier are forced. Hydra took you for your abilities and created the Soldier. "That's enough, dismissed," the Winter Soldier orders in a clipped tone. The rest of the students disperse but you hang back. The Winter Soldier approaches you and the two of you quickly pretend to be practicing. "When can we speak without ears?" you whisper to him. "Midnight at my room, there'll be no guards," he murmurs. You throw a punch and it hits him in the shoulder. "I'm getting better," you say and walk briskly away. ~~~ The Winter Soldier and you have been meeting in secret for a year, since the day he saw a Hydra officer beat you for disobeying. You are kindred spirits, the two of you. Every second with him is a second away from hell and for that you are grateful beyond belief. ~~~ "My soldier calls," you murmur as you nudge open his door. You've both memorized the guard rotation and turning of the cameras so you can slip in and out at just the right times. "And my student answers," he returns and takes your hand pulling you in and shutting the door softly behind you. His lips are on yours in a second and your fingers tangle in his long hair. "Say my name, my real name," he requests. During brief moments of memory he tells you everything so you can whisper it to him on nights like these. "James Buchanan Barnes," you breathe. "You were a sergeant in the 107th US regiment during the war." "And you're (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). You were visiting Russia with your father the ambassador, he enlisted you in Hydra to make use of your unique abilities," he returns and you smile. His flesh hand is cupping your cheek while his metal one holds to your waist. You hold his face in your hands and make sure to maintain a steady gaze. "You had a scrawny best friend named Steve, you called him punk," you utter and give him a chaste kiss. "His mothers name was Sarah and he wore newspapers in his shoes." "Thank you, I love you." He pulls you in for a impassioned kiss that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Only with James do you ever feel emotions besides fear and despair. "I love you too." For a long moment you just hold each other close, sharing a heartbeat and even breathing. "You have a knack for knowing what others feel and making them feel whatever you could wish," he adds after a quiet moment. "But you don't use it unless you're told because you hate having that much power over another." "And you have amazing strength, accuracy, and heightened senses that put you above the rest but you only use them if you're told because you hate feeling superior." "You love me," he states. "You love me," you return. "And we'll both never love another," you both promise at the same time. Your lips meet once again in fiery sparks and raw emotion. In the time of Hydra James Buchanan Barnes is your only solace. ~~~ A week later James disappears from your base and the last you hear from him is 'I hope I remember you.' A week after that Captain America reveals Hydra and destroys most of it but the Winter Soldier vanishes. You managed to escape during the chaos and vanish yourself. With your newfound freedom you search for him. ~~~ "Allow me to pay," you interject and hand currency to the vendor. The vendor hands over the goods and the man you're paying for looks up, staring at you with wide eyes. It's James, he's buying plums of all things. You mod your head and lead him to an alleyway out f sight. He follows wordlessly. "I am (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) we knew each other in the compound. I told you facts about your life whenever they'd make you forget, and we loved each other." "You're (Y/N), you helped me stay calm during episodes," he utters. "I love you." "And I love you."
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After your dad died, life got fuzzy. Your godfather, Sam, took you in and tried his best to give you a nice life—but deep down, he felt guilty. He was there when Riley died and you knew it and he couldn’t shake the feeling you blamed him. Like every day you looked at him and thought you wished it were him. You had to take it day by day with him, and soon…soon it was better. But it wasn’t always perfect.
There were bad days. Those days where one of you couldn’t get out of bed and the other was just restless. Sam up and at ‘em at 0500 in his running shoes and you not out of bed until 2PM. Those days ate Sam up with guilt, made him think he’d have to make it up to you somehow. He’d bring home your favorite food, make a nice dinner, pick out your favorite movie—the one you always watched with your dad—and act like everything was “cool.”
“Come on, y/n, time to come out.” Sam said as he leaned on the trim of your door frame, gently knocking with the knuckle of his index finger. “Dinner’s ready, let’s eat.” There was no answer. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, you alive in there? Come on, it’s gonna get cold.”
“Leave me alone!” You shouted from inside your room, and when he tried the doorknob he found it locked. “I don’t want dinner! You’re not my dad! Stop acting like it!”
“Breathe, Sam, breathe.” He whispered to himself as he started to get angry. “1…2…3…4…5.” Deep breaths, calming down. “Y/N Riley, if you don’t get your ass to the dinner table right now, I’m gonna come in there and drag you out. We’re not doing this dance anymore. You live with me now and I made a nice dinner, so you’re gonna eat it. Okay?” There was more silence from your room, then shuffling, then the doorknob rattled and opened. The light from the hallway revealed your face as the door cracked open, your eyes puffy and red and Sam pulled you in for a hug.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked as he squeezed you.
“It’s okay, kid. We’re getting through this together, right? I got your favorite movie and some candy for after dinner. Let’s just have a nice meal and relax tonight.” Sam looked down and you and you nodded, wiping your face off before dragging your feet towards the dining room. Sam took it as a win. You took it as a sign that things wouldn’t always be so bad.
