Walking Disasters: The Hilarious Misfortunes of a Century Old Man and His Hothead Wife is a Bucky Barnes x reader series involving Bucky and his enhanced wife (the reader) getting into way too much trouble. The relationship is already established and each new addition to the series can be read in whichever order you want. This series is one of my more sassy and fun Bucky x reader projects (no angst here).
This series is Post Infinity War and Post Endgame, but contains no spoilers for Endgame as it is written pre movie release. In this world, Thanos is defeated, everyone is happy and alive, and all the Avengers live together at the Compound.
The One Mission That Went the Right Way (it’s all downhill from here)
Introducing the Great State of Kansas, Starring Princess Bucket and His Personal Matchstick
A/N: hi hello first off, today is the anniversary of Pearl Harbor which is unplanned on my part, but a perfect coincidence as this is the last WWII centered chapter in this series, AND OoT started with the announcement of Pearl Harbor. second, there are FIVE chapters left in this fic. FIVE, we are almost done. third, after this chapter, you will get TWO CHAPTERS A WEEK, which will wrap the series up on Christmas. what a gift.
also, my apologies to the sweet bee, @sweetboybucky. I fear this chapter will hurt you most of all.
eta. the series masterlist will be linked in the notes until tumblr fixes the link problem!
February 14th, 1945
You lean forward from the backseat of the jeep, wedging yourself in the space between Steve and Bucky, a wide grin on your face. “I can’t believe they’re giving us 2 weeks of leave time!”
Bucky turns to you with a shrug, “We did just save all those men outside of Stalingrad.”
You shudder at the memory, “In a blizzard, at that.”
Steve reaches up, absentmindedly touching the scar on neck as he jokes, “And we’ve all been shot at least once.”
You lean back and ask, “So, what’re we gonna do in London for two whole weeks?”
“Well, Stark gave us a list of-“
You cut Steve off with a grin, “No, I mean what’re we gonna do?” You lean forward again, a wicked grin on your face. “It is Valentine’s Day, you know.”
Bucky laughs from the passenger seat, “Oh we know, you’ve only mentioned it 15 times since we got up this morning.”
You turn to him with a mock glare. “Yeah? Well sue me for being excited.” You lean closer to him, lips brushing his as you threaten, “Keep that attitude up and I won’t do anything with you.”
Bucky says nothing, choosing instead to pull you in for a kiss. You smile into it before dipping your tongue into his mouth, pulling a moan from his throat. You pull away from each other when the jeep abruptly swerves, a car on the opposite side of the road honking as he blares past. You and Bucky turn to Steve, immediately catching the flush of his skin and the tension in his shoulders. Bucky taunts from beside you, “Enjoying the show, Steve?”
Steve’s voice is annoyed when he replies, voice straining on the last word. “Could you two not do that while I drive? It’s distracting.”
You and Bucky exchange a mischievous look, and you lean closer to Steve, running your finger up his thigh. Your breath fans across his neck as you whisper, “We don’t mean to be distracting.”
You kiss the soft skin of his neck, and he moans as he chokes out your name. “Please.”
“Please what?” You lightly tug on his earlobe and ask, “What do you want, Stevie?”
“You,” he chokes out, before glancing over at Bucky. “Both of you.”
You hear Bucky moan behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see him touching himself over his pants. You turn back to Steve with a smirk, “Better drive faster, Steve, I’m not sure Bucky’s gonna make it much longer.”
Steve pushes the car as fast as it will go before turning down a small street and pulling up in front of large hotel. You, Steve, and Bucky are out of the car in a flash, grabbing luggage and trudging through the snow to the front doors. Bucky holds the door for both of you, and Steve goes to the front desk to retrieve the keys, while you and Bucky hang back, the air around you charged with tension.
Steve calls your names and gestures towards the elevators, and you and Bucky stride across the lobby quickly. As the elevator begins to rise, you whisper, “Do they know? About the three of us?”
“Peggy promised discretion. Important people with secrets stay here, and they won’t risk their reputation.”
You nod but say nothing, sighing in relief as the elevator reaches your floor. Steve steps out first and leads you to the room, ushering you both inside before locking the door behind you. You drop your bags near the door, before wandering around the room, admiring the décor. The boys follow you as you walk into the bathroom, smiling when you see the large tub. You turn to look at Steve and Bucky with a smirk, “Fancy a bath?”
They both nod, so you start the warm water before digging around in the cabinets for soap and Epsom salts. You turn off the water, dump the Epsom salts in, and gesture to the tub, “Strip.”
Steve and Bucky undress quickly, discarding their clothes in a pile on the floor. They both slide into the tub, moaning as the water makes contact with their skin. You stand in front of the tub and undress slowly, their eyes watching you as you drop your clothes on the floor piece by piece. You step into the tub between them, splashing water over the side as you lower yourself inside. “I don’t remember the last time I felt warm water.”
You turn to Steve and hand him the soap. “Wash my hair?”
He looks at you with affection and nods, and you turn your back to him. You smile at Bucky and gesture for him to spin, which he does with a smile. Steve squirts soap into his hands before passing you the bottle so you can do the same for Bucky. He lathers the soap into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp.
You work the soap into Bucky’s hair, laughing as it turns brown after only a few seconds. “Damn, Barnes, have you been washing your hair at all?”
Bucky turns slightly and flashes you a cheeky look over his shoulder. “Why bother? The snow always turns to mud, and somehow we always end up covered in it.”
You laugh and tap his shoulder and he leans back, allowing you to rinse his hair. Steve does the same for you when you finish with Bucky. As you rise up from the water, you turn and face Steve again, locking your eyes with his. You grab the soap and massage it into his hair, smiling as he closes his eyes in contentment. You rinse the soap from Steve’s hair, but you continue massaging his scalp gently, happy to finally see him at peace. Bucky slides up closer behind you, tipping your head to the side slightly to kiss your neck in the way that always drives you crazy.
Your quiet moan causes Steve to open his eyes, watching as Bucky leaves little marks on your skin. Steve leans in slowly and you meet him halfway, lips crashing together in a frenzy of built up anticipation. He pulls away to whisper, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” you whisper back, half desperate.
Steve’s hands roam your body as he kisses you, and Bucky’s hands slide from your side to the front of your body, deftly touching you and driving you wild. Water is sloshing from the tub and onto the floor from the movement in the tub, and you pull away from Steve just long enough to mutter, “Bedroom.”
Steve pulls away and steps from the tub, and Bucky steps out after him, offering you his hand. You take it and he lifts you up and to him, bodies pressed together as he crashes his lips to yours. Bucky backs you up and leads you to the bedroom, where the three of you finally satisfy the building urges of the last few hours.
Hours later, sated and half asleep, a knock sounds on the door, confusing all three of you. You stand first, grabbing Steve’s shirt and your pants and pulling them on quickly. You open the door a few inches, careful to hide Steve and Bucky from sight. A hotel employee stands back from the door, smiling politely. “Yes?”
“Ma’am, there’s an urgent message for you.” He extends his hand, offering you a folded piece of paper. You look at it with skepticism, but take it.
“Thank you.”
You close the door and open the message, as Steve and Bucky stand from the bed and come near you. “What is it? Who’s it from?”
You scan the lines quickly, sighing as you extend the paper to them. “It’s from Peggy. They need us back.”
Steve takes the paper and Bucky’s brows pull together in confusion. “Why?”
“Doesn’t say, but you know Peggy wouldn’t be calling us back unless it was important.”
You kneel next to your bag and pull out some clothes before looking at Steve and Bucky with resignation, “Guess we’re going back.”
February 16th, 1945
“Intel says he’s on his way to Brenner Pass. You will intercept him here,” Peggy points to a spot on the map, “Before meeting at the rendezvous point here.”
“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes will secure the train, Private Jones will secure the roof and protect the First Lieutenant until it’s time for her to inject Dr. Zola with the sedative.” Peggy scans the table, waiting for questions. Finding none, she dismisses everyone.
“We leave in 30 minutes, pack quickly!”
You, Steve, and Bucky all return to your tent, packing your bags for the last minute mission. You look over at Bucky, noting his tense shoulders. Moving closer to him, you wrap your arms around him from behind, asking, “What is it?”
He turns around in your arms, reaching out to brush a piece of hair away from your face. “I don’t like that you’re going. We know what Zola is capable of, it’s too dangerous.”
You give him a reassuring smile. “You and Steve are gonna clear the train while Gabe protects me up on the roof. You’ll be going into danger, not me. I should be the worried one.”
Bucky’s reply is cut off by an officer calling your name from outside the tent. “You can come in!”
He pushes through the flap and gives you a blank look. You pull away from Bucky and move closer to him. “What is it?”
“We found your brother.”
Your face lights up in a grin. “Finally! It’s been almost a year.”
The officer reaches out to hand you a letter. “He was killed in the Battle of the Bulge.”
Your ears start ringing as soon as the words leave his mouth, and you watch his lips moving, wondering why you can’t hear anymore sound. You feel your knees start to shake before you collapse, one thought running through your head as you fall on all fours. I am alone in this world. I am alone in this world. I am alone in this world.
The ringing stops when the sobs begin tearing from your throat, and you feel two sets of arms pulling you towards them and wrapping around you. You sob and try to crawl away from them, screaming, “I have to go to him! I have to find him! I can’t be alone, I can’t, I can’t.”
You hear Steve trying to soothe your sobs, and Bucky is pressing kisses into your hair, repeating. “You’re not alone. You’re not. We’ve got you.”
You don’t know how long you all stay there, but no one moves until your crying stops. Steve is the first to his feet, helping you and Bucky stand, wiping tears from your cheeks and fixing your smudged lipstick. Peggy enters the tent moments later, addressing Steve and Bucky. “Colonel Phillips needs to speak to you before you go.”
Steve shakes his head. “Tell him-“
You cut Steve off, giving him a small smile. “No, go. I’ll be okay.”
“I’ll stay with her.”
Bucky kisses your forehead, “We’ll be right back.”
You nod and they exit the tent, leaving you to finish packing with Peggy. She moves closer to you and reaches out to squeeze your hand. “I lost my brother too.”
You turn and look at her in shock. “Really?”
“Yes, Michael was killed early in the war. He’s actually the reason I’m an agent.”
You smile at her. “George always me encouraged me to pursue nursing. I just…I can’t believe he’s gone.” You pause, sucking in a shaky breath. “What if I lose them too?”
Tears well up in your eyes as you turn to Peggy, and she hands you a handkerchief from her pocket. “You won’t lose them. You’re going to capture Zola today, and he’ll lead us to Schmidt. Once Hydra is gone, our work is done. You can go home.”
“Home.” You imagine you, Bucky, and Steve arriving back in New York, getting an apartment together. Spending late nights wrapped up in each other and Sunday mornings with breakfast in bed. Trips to the park, reading the newspaper at a café, having kids. The thought makes you smile, and you turn back to Peggy. “I like the sound of that.”
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You watch snowflakes as they float and fall around you, as you lift your shoulders higher to block the cold wind blowing through the trees, muffling Steve and Bucky’s conversation from behind you. Steve’s hand reaches out to touch your arm, startling you, and you look up and realize he’s waiting for an answer to a question.
“What?”
“I asked if you were okay.”
You smile, “Yeah. Just can’t believe we were in a bathtub together less than 2 days ago.”
Steve nods, but his reply is cut short by Gabe’s voice. “We were right, Dr. Zola is on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.”
Steve pulls on his cowl and your eyes fall on the “A”, and you move closer to him out of habit to give him his good luck kiss. You lower yourself back down after pressing your red smudged finger to the familiar letter, and Steve surprises you by pulling you in for a quick kiss. He pulls away when Falsworth yells, “Let’s get going because they’re moving like the devil.”
You all move to the zipline at the edge of the cliff, and Steve yells, “We only got about a 10 second window. You miss that window, we’re bugs on a windshield.”
Falsworth warns, “Mind the gap!”
A grin splits Dugan’s face when he yells, “Better get moving, bugs!”
Steve readies himself up ahead, and you see the train approaching in the distance. Bucky turns and pulls you towards him, giving you a desperate kiss. He pulls away and whispers, “Knock em dead, Red.”
You smile, “Come back to me.”
He gives you a dazzling smile in return and replies, “Always.”
Bucky turns back towards Steve, preparing for Dernier’s signal. As soon as Dernier yells, Steve zips down the line, Bucky right behind him. You follow closely behind Bucky, and you hear Gabe behind you, bringing up the rear. You all descend until you’re situated over the train, dropping onto its roof one after the next. You run against the wind on the top of the train, Steve leading the small convoy to a ladder on the side of one of the cars.
Gabe kneels on the car behind the ladder, gun raised and ready for a fight. You watch Steve and Bucky climb down the ladder before disappearing into the train car below, and you kneel at the top of the ladder, fingers wrapped tightly around the cold metal. You strain to hear anything against the wind, ready to respond to the signals from Steve or Bucky.
The icy wind rushing around the train makes time move slower, the cold chipping away at your thoughts until you are hyper focused on only the snowy temperature. You are pulled from your thoughts by a loud blast, and you turn to Gabe and yell, “What was that?”
“I didn’t hear anything!”
“It sounded like a Hydra weapon!” You look down at the ladder before yelling, “I’m going in there!”
“Wait!”
You climb down the ladder carefully, before pulling out your weapon and stepping into the train car. You see a hole in the door of one of the cars, and just inside the doorway of the other is Steve and Bucky. You scramble towards them asking, “Are you okay?”
They turn towards you, a mixture of relief and anxiety on their faces, before Steve abruptly yells at you and Bucky, pulling you safely behind his shield. “Get down!”
The force of the explosion flings Steve against the wall and blasts a hole through the opposite wall. You and Bucky land closer to the hole, the shield at Bucky’s feet. Zola’s voice rings out in the air around you, “Fire again! Kill him! Now!”
The Hydra weapon fires up and Bucky pushes you to the side as he raises the shield to protect himself. The energy from the second blast sends Bucky out of the hole in the train wall, the shield clattering to the ground near you. You ignore it and jump to your feet, running to the opening and looking outside.
“Bucky!” You nearly cry with relief when you see him clinging to a handle on the train’s wall and you climb out of the train, inching your way towards him to pull him back in.
Steve is calling your name from the opening of the train, but you ignore him, focused instead on getting to Bucky. You reach the end of your rail, and you reach your hand out to Bucky, yelling, “Grab my hand!”
He eases towards you slightly, reaching out for your hand, your palms coming together with a clap as his hand grips yours. You hold his hand tightly as he attempts to inch closer to you, the metal of his handle groaning with his movements. With a final clink, the rail snaps, and Bucky’s weight pulls you off your rail, a scream tearing from your throat. The white of the snowy landscape is blinding, leaving you disoriented as you scream and fall from the train. There’s a flash of red as you hit the ground, and then everything goes black.
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endnote: I had to watch the train scene on youtube 10000 times to try to get this right. I’m not linking it because why on earth would you ever willingly watch it????
Warnings: Injuries, blood, explosions, cursing, war, some angst. It’s WWII, you know the drill. Allusions to smut.
A/N: Hi okay, so, this is partially based off a drabble I wrote many moons ago when I used to write daily drabbles, so some of you may recognize bits and pieces, but there are lots of new parts added. I hope you enjoy! also, I love you all very much and I hope life is treating you well.
eta. the series masterlist will be linked in the notes until tumblr fixes the link problem!
November 17, 1944, somewhere in France
You sit on the ledge of the jeep behind Bucky, peering over his shoulder at the map Steve has spread over a wooden crate. You watch the two men work: debating over the best maneuvers for the terrain, deciding who will move where, where to position the additional troops allotted for this raid.
The movement of men with cameras isn’t foreign to you anymore. After months of successful raids against Hydra, the government sent cameramen every few months, eager to get their hands on good news for those back home. Bucky is relaxed in front of you, leaning comfortably into you, fingers laced through yours, eyes never once moving to the cameramen around you. Steve is tense; back rigid, eyes flicking from the cameramen to the map every few seconds. As one of the men steps closer, attempting to zoom in on the small photo wedged into the lid of Steve’s compass, Steve snaps the lid shut, flashing a look of annoyance at the camera. You bite back a smile as the cameraman moves away from the jeep and over to the other Commandos to film them instead.
Bucky lets out a snort of laughter. “Always so shy around the cameras, Stevie.”
You lean forward, a wicked smile on your face. “He’s never shy any other time.” You glance over at Bucky and give him a smirk. “He certainly wasn’t shy last night when he was screamin’ our names.”
Bucky laughs and Steve blushes, before throwing a glare at you. “That’s different. Being with both of you is...different.”
“Aw, we love you too, Stevie.”
Your statement hangs heavy in the air, the months of unspoken feelings bubbling just under the surface. Steve mutters, “Are we…are we ever gonna talk about it?”
Bucky sighs. “And ruin a good thing? No need. Besides, there’ll be plenty of time to talk about it after the war is over.”
Steve nods and Bucky glances at you, and you nod too. You all sit in silence for a minute before Steve breaks it. “I’ll go fill everyone in on their objectives.”
Bucky tips his head in acknowledgement and answers, “I’ll get her suited up.”
You look at Bucky in confusion. “Suited up? What are you talking about?”
“We need a nurse on the ground today. Intel says this base is heavily fortified, so we could be seeing a lot of injuries out there.”
“When was this decided?”
Bucky smiles, “Last night, when you were sleeping. We just…we lost so many people at that base in Greece. So many people that could have been saved if we let you down there with us. Maybe you can prevent that from happening today.”
You nod, “Okay.”
Bucky smiles and reaches behind him to grab something, before settling a helmet on your head. “You’re gonna be near the back of the group, away from the heaviest fire.”
“I’m assuming you and Steve will be up front.”
Bucky digs in a crate in the jeep, pulling out ammo and small weapons. “Yes,” He hears the shaky breath you let out, and he turns to you with a smile. “Hey, we’ll be okay. We always are.”
You look at Bucky with a look of annoyance and confusion. “Buck, you got shot in March. And there’s no way you’ve already forgotten about all the shrapnel I pulled from Steve in August.”
Bucky gives you a reassuring smile, before pressing a small pistol into your hand. “Yeah, but you’ll be on the ground with us today. If anything happens, I know you’ll be the first person to reach us.”
Bucky hands you a jacket and a different pair of boots. “It’ll be better if you blend in. I heard they target medics in the field.”
You shudder slightly and change, just as Steve returns from talking to the others. He looks down at you with a smile, “Ready?”
“Yes.” You glance at the A on his cowl, a reassuring habit you’ve picked up over the last few months of missions. As long as you were looking up at it and giving Steve his good luck kiss, it meant he was alive. It meant you were alive. You kiss your finger and press it to the A, leaving the good luck smudge behind.
Steve smiles in thanks and offers your hand an affectionate squeeze. “You know, the only mission you didn’t give me a good luck kiss was the day I got shrapnel in my neck.” He gives you a bright smile and starts to back away from you, towards the front of the group. “There really is witchcraft in your lips.”
You laugh and turn away from him and back to Bucky, who’s giving you a similar bright smile. He kisses you and whispers on your lips, “Knock em dead, Red.”
You smile as he pulls away and joins Steve at the front, leaving you to blend in with the soldiers as you all march towards another Hydra facility.
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“Medic! I need a medic!”
The soldier’s voice is cracking, desperate. You peek around the corner of the hall, only to quickly pull back again, 3 bullets lodging in the wall where your head was moments before. Taking a deep breath, you pull out your pistol and hold it in front of you, before glancing across the open hallway to the wall on the other side. 12 feet. 12 feet between you and the other wall of the hallway, with the soldier on the ground further down the wall.
You pop out from around the corner again, firing blindly down the hall as you move from one side of the hall to the other. You’re halfway to the other side when you feel the force of a bullet as it hits your side, but you continue moving until you are safely hidden behind the opposite wall. You collapse on the ground, staring down at the blood staining your jacket, waiting for the pain to come. The injured soldier’s desperate cries are growing weaker as he yells, “Medic!”
You crawl over to the man, scanning his bodies for injuries. Finding none, you ask him, “Where are you hurt?’
He weakly mutters, “Back.”
You pull him forward and suppress a gasp at the sight of his back, blood leaking from 5 different bullet holes. The blood is pooling beneath him and you know he’s bleeding out. You lean him back carefully and give him a shot of morphine, listening as his breaths grow more labored before finally stopping. You pull a set of tags from his neck before standing and glancing down the empty hall.
A series of explosions begins echoing in the distance, and you recognize it as the tell tale signs of the destruction of the base. You jump to your feet and run down the hall turning and weaving through the building as you navigate its maze like structure. The explosions grow louder and louder as you run through the empty halls, and through the sounds of destruction, you hear a chorus of people calling your name. As you round the corner, you see Bucky, Gabe, and Dugan all yelling your name, gesturing for you to run faster.
You all make it out of the building and across the grounds before the last bomb detonates, sending the rest of the building up in flames. Bucky’s hand is securely gripping your own, and he’s yelling at you as you continue to flee the base. “What happened? Where were you?”
“I got pinned down in a hallway. I thought I had more time.”
Bucky lets out a bitter laugh. “You were supposed to. They had an unmarked escape route, and they started fleeing from the building and into the woods. We had to set the bombs off before they all escaped.”
You look around the woods suspiciously. “So, there’s Hydra in these woods?”
“All over it. Steve is up ahead making sure the path is clear, and Dugan and Gabe are bringing up the rear, making sure we don’t lead em straight to us.” Bucky glances up ahead, eyes searching the trees. “I need to find Steve and let him know we’re all accounted for. Are you okay?”
You nod and Bucky flashes you a smile before running ahead of you. Your adrenaline rush from the building wears off quickly, bringing your attention to the burning in your legs, the result of running so long. You press your palm to the growing pain in your side, gritting your teeth as you push through it and continue running. The sun is beneath the trees before Steve finally lets the group approach the base, everyone still tense and on guard. You practically drag yourself into camp, exhaustion creeping into every inch of your body. Up ahead, you see the shadows of Steve and Bucky moving around in your shared tent, but you lack the strength to join them. Instead, you collapse near a small fire the other Commandos were making, just large enough to keep warm and still stay out of sight.
You pull your hand from your side and wince at the blood coating it, before gathering enough strength to croak, “Dugan, help.”
Laughing at something Jones said, Dugan turns to you with a smile, instantly sobering up when he sees the blood staining your hand and jacket. He jumps up and immediately launches into action, “Falsworth, Morita, grab her, she’s been shot!”
You feel your body being lifted and shifted as you watch Dugan run to the tent to find Steve and Bucky. The tent swims in and out of your vision, your head falling to the side, lacking any strength to hold it up. You’re halfway there when Bucky bursts from the tent, your name falling from his lips in a panicked gasp. Steve emerges from the tent immediately after, and they are at your side in a flash, relieving Falsworth and Morita.
They carry you inside and settle you onto the pile of blankets, and Steve looks at Bucky, eyes full of panic. “What do we do?”
Bucky takes a deep breath, his voice calmer when he answers. “Dugan, keep an eye on the perimeter, I’ll take care of this.” Dugan nods and Bucky turns to Steve, “Find her field kit.”
Bucky lifts you into a sitting position, carefully removing your jacket from your body. His face swims in and out of your vision, your eyes having a hard time focusing. He whispers to you as he works, “Why didn’t you tell me you were shot?”
Your reply is a mumble, “Didn’t think it was ‘mportant.”
Bucky pulls back to look at you, reaching up to push some hair off your sweaty forehead. He places his hands on your cheeks and kisses your nose before whispering to you with a serious tone. “Of course it’s important. Do you remember me saying that the woods are crawling with Hydra soldiers?”
You nod, and he continues, “It’s also important that you’re very quiet for me.”
You see the anxiety weaved into his features as he whispers, “There’s no exit wound, so I’m gonna have to dig the bullet out. It’s gonna hurt, but I’m gonna need you to stay still and stay quiet, okay?”
You nod, just as Steve returns, field kit in his hands. Bucky lays you back on the blankets before cutting open your shirt, exposing the bullet hole. He grabs a bottle of antiseptic, and you whine at the sight of it. His eyes flash to you and he says, “Steve, hold her still.”
Steve laces his fingers through yours and places his other arm across your side, holding you still. Bucky locks eyes with you and asks, “You ready?”
You nod and he doesn’t hesitate in dumping some of the antiseptic right onto the injury, clearing the blood away. You cry out as soon as the antiseptic touches your skin, lighting the injury on fire. Bucky looks at you with tearful eyes and whispers, “Shh, I know, I know. But they’re gonna find us if you aren’t quiet.”
Tears fall down your cheeks and Steve lowers himself beside you, nudging your head to the side so you’re looking at him. Your eyes lock with his ocean blue ones, a reassuring smile on his face. Bucky pulls out a pair of tweezers and you turn at the sound, whimpering at the sight. Steve turns your head back to look at him again. “Hey, look at me, okay? Only me.”
You nod and you watch as Steve nods at Bucky, signaling for him to start. You scream as soon as the metal tweezers push into the wound, lighting the nerves on fire there. Steve lifts your joined hands, bringing his wrist into view. “Bite on my wrist, okay? You won’t hurt me.”
You clamp your teeth down onto his arm as Bucky digs around for the bullet, the pain intensifying with each passing second. It only takes a few seconds for black spots to gather at the edge of your vision, growing larger until all you see is black.
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endnote: howling commandos montage, minute mark 1:16-1:24.
and of course, thank you to @evanstar for sending me @end-o-the-line‘s brilliant timeline. I used (5. another Hydra base raid, #5) as my reference.
Description: Steve Rogers is given permission to gather a team, and Bucky Barnes ensures that his two favorite people are ready for what’s to come.
Warnings: Smut at the end, so 18+ only for that! Also, explosions, mentions of past torture.
A/N: A special thanks to my best friend @barnesrogersvstheworld, as always, for being a supportive angel and fixing all of my grammatical errors. This chapter isn’t very action packed, but it has important info, so it’s necessary. It’s about to get really action packed/full of angst, so enjoy this chill chapter while you can!
eta: the masterlist for the series will be in the comments until tumblr fixes the link issues.
George, November 12, 1943
I was captured. And tortured.
I don’t know what they did to me.
Something is wrong. Different.
Hi Georgie, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Things have been okay lately. I’m in Italy, I’ve been hoping to run into you since I know you were in Europe. I have run into some men from the 101st Airborne, just like you, but they said they haven’t heard from you or the rest of the 506th. I guess your company has been busy.
I miss you, George. I miss cooking with you every Sunday morning and hearing about your days at the shipyard. I even miss you giving me a hard time about dating Bucky. Write when you can, don’t leave your baby sister worrying.
The sound of the door opening behind you startles you, and you turn to see Bucky walking in, a tired smile on his face. You set your pencil down and push the letter to the side of the desk before turning to stand. Bucky walks towards you, dropping parts of his uniform as he nears you, eager to be rid of the dressed up ensemble. You smile as he pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss into your hair. You pull back and ask, “Done with your debriefs?”
He nods, “Thought I was gonna be in there for days.”
You smile, and then furrow your brows when you realize he arrived alone. “Where’s Steve?”
“Still debriefing, I think. He caught a glimpse of a map when he found me. They think it’s the location of the other Hydra bases.”
You hum in response but say nothing. Bucky glances over your shoulder to the desk you were just sitting at, spotting the letter on its wooden surface. “Is that for George?”
You sigh, heavy. Bucky leads you over to the bed and you both sink onto it, before you look up at him with wide eyes. “It’s been months, Bucky, and I haven’t heard a word. I’m worried sick, and all I can think about is Zola.”
Bucky lifts his hand and rests it on your cheek, the warmth reassuring. He whispers, “He’s okay. Zola is in Austria somewhere, with Schmidt, and we’re gonna get them both. They can’t get to him. Or us.”
You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. “I just- I don’t know how to tell him about Azzano.” Bucky’s thumb brushes away the tears that started to fall. “Steve keeps asking, too. I don’t know how to tell anyone, Buck.”
He gives you a sad smile. “I don’t either. But that’s okay.”
Before you can respond, the door flies open, Steve bursting through in a flurry of smiles and excitement. He looks at you and Bucky on the bed, tears still damp on your face, and he stammers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
Bucky waves off his apology and you wipe the tears from your face, offering Steve a smile. “No, no, it’s okay.”
“Are you sure? I can come back later.”
Bucky replies, “We’re sure.” Steve smiles a little, before Bucky questions, “Are you gonna tell us what had you coming in with so much energy?”
Steve’s face splits into a grin, and he moves closer to the bed. “Colonel Phillis wants me to assemble a team to take out the Hydra bases all over Europe.” He smiles and looks between you and Bucky. “And I want you on it. Both of you.”
Bucky smiles, “I’m in, but-“ He glances over at you, “Should she really-“
You cut Bucky off with a hard look. “I’m in too. Besides, you could both use a nurse around.”
Bucky whispers your name quietly, and you turn to look at him, noting the concern written all over his face. Steve speaks up softly from beside you. “We can keep an eye on her this way, Buck. She’ll be far from any danger. We’ll keep her safe.”
Bucky runs a hand through his hair, and sighs. “Fine. But I’m not letting her, or you,” He turns and gives Steve a look, “Go into this without better training.”
You and Steve exchange nervous looks, but both nod. “Okay.”
“Deal.”
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December 1st, 1943
You double over, gasping for breath, the icy December air burning your lungs with every intake of breath. You hear the splashing of boots in the mud behind you, and you know you need to keep running, but every command your brain gives your legs is ignored. The steps slow as they reach you, before stopping beside you, two bodies shielding yours from the cold gusts of wind.
You turn your head slightly to the side, peeking up at the men, eyes instantly landing on the disappointed look on Bucky’s face. Exasperated, you gasp out, “What?”
“You wanted this.”
You stand up straight and glare at Bucky, your hands settling on your hips. “No. I didn’t want to get left behind while you two ran straight into danger like idiots. When you said you were putting us through real basic, I didn’t realize that meant running until I threw up. Or passed out. Or both.”
Steve spoke up from beside you, “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”
You flash an annoyed look at him. “Your opinion doesn’t count, Captain Science Experiment.”
Steve clutches his chest, pretending to look hurt, but Bucky cuts in before the argument continues. “Okay, okay. 1 more mile and run the obstacle course again, and we’ll call it a day.”
“Fine,” you grumble out, before taking off running and completing the last mile. You are halfway through the obstacle course, scrambling over the wall behind Steve, when the familiar whistle of incoming mortars sounds above you. The mortar lands near the back of the base, shaking the ground and flinging you off the wall and into the mud below. You scramble to your feet as more mortars whistle overhead and Steve grabs your hand and pulls you behind him. “We have to find cover!”
You look around for Bucky, spotting him just ahead, frantically motioning you and Steve towards a building nearby. You and Steve burst through the open door and Bucky pulls it shut behind you, before you all run down the stairs into the basement of the building, the sound of explosions muffled in the small space. You, Bucky, and Steve all stand there, tense and scared, saying nothing. And the realization hits you that the mortars were close, but in a few weeks, you’d all be running into much worse. Bucky seems to come to the same conclusion at the same time, because your eyes lock with his, and you both reach out for each other, lips crashing in a desperate kiss. You pull away, breathless, and turn to Steve before giving him a similar kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance, hands grabbing at each other’s clothes.
Bucky is behind Steve, pulling his clothes from his body and Steve pushes your clothes to the floor around you. He pulls away as he reaches out to touch you, whispering, “Is this okay?”
You grab his hand and guide it between your legs, before pulling him back into a kiss and moaning into it. Bucky is behind Steve, kissing his shoulders and back, and preparing him for what was to come. Bucky thrusts into Steve, drawing a loud moan from between his lips, and you break your kiss with Steve to make eye contact with Bucky as Steve slides into you. You feel your knees grow weak with pleasure, and Bucky nudges Steve towards you until you’re backed up to the wall behind you. Bucky leans forward to kiss you as your eyes flutter shut with pleasure, and Steve drops his head to your shoulder, little puffs of breath hitting your skin. You pull away from Bucky as you hit your climax, leaning back into the wall as you finish loudly. Your orgasm pushes Steve over the edge, followed by Bucky, and the room grows quiet as you each come down from your high.
Hours later, the mortars have stopped, casting an almost eerie silence over the abandoned SSR base. Steve carries you back to the room you all share, your body tired from the day’s events. You drift in and out of sleep, catching snippets of Bucky’s conversation with Steve.
“I thought we were safe out here.” You can hear the worry in Bucky’s voice.
“We are. Colonel Phillips said no one will know we’re here. We were probably just caught in some cross fire.”
Bucky’s voice breaks when he says, “It’ll be worse out there, you know.”
Steve sighs, and you feel the bed shift as he reaches for Bucky. “You never told me what happened with the doctor. She hasn’t told me either.”
You feel guilt settle in your stomach at the concern in Steve’s voice. You know Bucky feels it too. “I know. I don’t think we know what to say, even if we were sure of what really happened. All that matters now is destroying Hydra and capturing Schmidt and Zola.”
Steve’s voice is lighter when he answers, “I saw her shootin’ today. Seems to have picked up some marksman abilities from you.”
You roll over and crack your eyes open, and you see Bucky smile. “Yeah, at least I know she can hold her own, no matter what happens to us.”
“You plan on leaving me, Sergeant?” you mumble quietly, slightly anxious.
Bucky leans back on the bed beside you, pulling Steve down with him. “You know time and space couldn’t keep me from you.”
“What about you, Captain?”
Steve’s voice floats towards you from the other side of Bucky. “I’m not goin anywhere.”
You give them a sleepy smile. “Good, cause I don’t know what I’d do without the two of you.”
Description: The Howling Commandos launch their first attack on one of Hydra’s European bases, and unfortunately things rarely go to plan.
Warnings: Explosions, injuries, blood, war. Do I need to warn you about angst?
A/N: My little angels, part 7 is here and marks the beginning of a lot of angst, so I hope you’re ready! I finally outlined the last few chapters and it looks like 15 chapters will be the final count, so still a lot to go! I’m so so so excited for y’all to see where this is going. This chapter is unbeta’ed (this is definitely not a word), so all mistakes are my own! Let me know what you think! Check the end for additional notes.
eta: the masterlist for the series will be in the comments until tumblr fixes the link issues.
March 10, 1944, somewhere in Italy
You stand hidden in the tree line, the Hydra base looming large just ahead. Nerves eat away at your insides, and one glance at the men around you, you know they’re feeling the same. A bitter gust of wind blows between the trees, biting at your exposed skin. You turn away from it, your back now to the facility, and your eyes land on Bucky and Steve, huddled over a map. As if they sense your gaze, they both turn to you, each giving you a soft smile. You smile in return and they turn back to the map, Steve’s gloved finger tracing over the surface, outlining a plan, Bucky nodding his head in agreement.
After a moment, Steve folds up the map, tucking it into a pocket on his uniform. He heads over to the other men, relaying the plan to them, while Bucky makes a beeline for you. He eyes your hunched up shoulders, smirking as he stops in front of you. “Cold?”
You nod. “I thought it was supposed to be spring.”
“Almost.” He glances down at his jacket, before undoing the buttons. “Here, I’ll get warm once we go in there anyways.”
You smile in thanks, and hesitate before asking, “What’s the plan?”
“Steve, Falsworth, Dugan, Morita, Jones, and I are all storming the front. Dernier is going to lead a team of some of the 107th around the back and make sure no one escapes out there. You’re going to be here, hidden in the tree line, sniping anyone that comes this way. Just keep this path clear so we can come back out.”
You let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”
“Hey,” he whispers, reaching forward to place his gloved hand on your cheek. “You’re gonna be fine. We’ve been running mini missions with the 107th for months, and you’ve always pulled through. And this sure beats the frontlines.”
You smile, nodding. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”
Steve whistles softly from behind you and quietly asks, “Everyone know their orders?”
The men all nod, and Steve continues, “Get in position, meet back here once the explosives are in place.”
Everyone starts to grab their gear, and you turn back to Bucky with renewed fear. He pulls you in for a kiss, the pressure of his lips on yours instantly calming you down. He pulls away and smiles at you. “Knock em dead, Red.”
You giggle just as Steve approaches from behind. “Ready, Buck?”
You turn and smile at Steve as Bucky gathers his gear. “Be safe, Stevie.”
You glance at the “A” on his cowl, the small letter providing you a strange sense of comfort. Before you can contemplate your actions, you yank off your glove, and kiss your pointer finger, transferring some of your red lipstick to your fingertip. Rising to your tiptoes, you press your finger to the “A”, leaving a red smudge on the small letter.
He smiles at you and whispers, “You have witchcraft in your lips.”
You smirk in response, “Is that Shakespeare, Captain? Trying to impress someone?”
He laughs, “Yes. Trying. Mostly trying to say thank you for the good luck kiss.”
You start to respond when gunshots sound in the distance, and Bucky yells to Steve, “We gotta go!”
They both turn and give you one last smile before disappearing through the tree line and into the base ahead. You watch from your location, taking out anyone that attempts to escape from the base. You try to ignore the bursts of gunfire that make your heartbeat stutter with fear, and you keep your eyes focused on the front doors, waiting for Steve and Bucky to make it out okay.
A crescendo of sounds hits you all at once: the staccato of gunfire, the yelling of men, the perfectly placed explosives taking down the base, piece by piece. You burst through the tree line and run towards the base as a swarm of familiar faces runs towards you, and you scan every face that passes, searching for the men you love. You finally see Steve coming towards you, his arm thrown securely around a limping Montgomery, and you yell towards him. “Steve! Where’s Bucky?”
Steve glances over his shoulder quickly before turning back to you. “He was right behind me! The last explosive wasn’t triggering so he had to manually detonate it!”
Steve continues past you, helping Montgomery back to the rendezvous point, while you stand in the doorway, waiting for Bucky. You hear the sound of the explosions growing closer, and you know the bombs are timed to detonate at the entrance last. Finally, you see Bucky round a corner up ahead, a smile splitting his face as soon as his eyes land on you.
The explosions continue to tear through the building, the resulting fires now visible from the corner Bucky just appeared from, and he’s now a few yards ahead of you. You gesture wildly in an attempt to speed him up, only to watch as Bucky suddenly falls to the side, the momentum from a bullet knocking him off his feet. You look up and find the shadow of the Hydra operative, before firing blindly at him and running to Bucky, screaming his name.
You are within feet of him when a nearby explosion sends you flying backwards, landing on the ground with a harsh grunt. Adrenaline pumping through your body, you pull yourself to your feet, wiping the blood from your vision and running towards Bucky again. You hook your arms under his and pull him backwards towards the door, talking to him as you go.
“Bucky? Bucky, can you hear me? Bucky, are you okay?”
You pull him through the door and halfway across the base before the final explosion hits, and you drop down on top of him, shielding his body with your own. Debris rains down around you, pieces of wood thudding on the ground, dirt bouncing off your clothes like hail on a roof. There’s nothing but eerie silence when the debris stops falling, and you lift your head and look around, scanning the area for any movement. Finding none, you ease off of Bucky, leaning back to look at his face. You press your fingers to his neck, sighing in relief when you feel his pulse drumming beneath your fingers.
The thundering of approaching footsteps causes you to whip your head up quickly, pistol drawn and pointed at the sound. You lower it when you see Steve and Gabe pause, hands lifted in the air. They close the space between you, Steve dropping to the ground next to you. “Is he okay?”
“Yes. Alive and breathing. Took a beating though. Help me take him back to base and I can look him over better back there.”
Steve nods and scoops Bucky up in his arms, Bucky’s head rested firmly on Steve’s chest. The walk to base only took a few minutes, and you hold the flap of the tent open as Steve steps inside with Bucky still in his arms. He places Bucky on the pile of blankets you all use as a bed, and you grab your first aid kit.
You scan Bucky’s body for injuries, cleaning the few scrapes and cuts, and taking note of the bruise darkening on his ribs. You settle next to his right arm, ripping open his shirt from the neckline over to his right bicep. The bullet went through the front of his bicep and out the back, leaving everything important intact. You clean the two bullet holes before stitching them both and bandaging them with gauze.
Exhausted, you lean back against a chest nearby, the adrenaline dump finally wearing off. You wince at the pounding in your skull, and you gingerly touch the gash on your head, your fingers sticky with drying blood. Steve breaks the silence after finally watching you work. “He’s gonna be okay, right?”
You nod and pull your first aid kit towards you, digging around for antiseptic. “Yeah, bullet went clean through. It’ll scar, but he’ll be alright.”
You start to dab the antiseptic on your cut blindly, hoping you’re getting the blood off. Steve moves closer, kneeling down in front of you, whispering, “Here, let me.”
You smile in thanks and pass him the antiseptic, smiling as he lightly cleans your cut. He searches your first aid kit until he finds the butterfly bandages, which he uses to carefully close the wound. He leans back slightly when he’s done, smiling down at you. You whisper, “Thanks.”
He glances down at your lips before his eyes lock with yours, and the atmosphere in the room shifts quickly, becoming electric. He leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away, before crashing his lips to yours, tongues instantly fighting for dominance. You pull away when a voice croaks out behind Steve.
“Shouldn’t you both be kissin me instead? I am the one that got shot after all.”
You look at Steve and giggle, and he blushes slightly. You both slide towards Bucky. “How ya feeling?”
“Oh, I’m alright. Practically no pain.”
He tries to sit up, only to wince and lower back down. You roll your eyes, “No pain, huh?”
You give him a serious look. “You bruised your ribs pretty badly and you have bullet hole in your bicep. You’re gonna have to take it easy for a few days.”
“Yes, First Lieutenant. Whatever you say.”
You smile down at him, “And don’t you forget it.”
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endnote: Howling Commandos Montage (youtube), minute mark 0:05-0:20 is the scene I have in mind for this mission.
Thank you to @evanstar for sending me the incredible timeline by @end-o-the-line, which I used as a reference for the mission. This mission is loosely based off her reference: 1. A Hydra facility raid, #2.
