summary: Tension explodes in the training room when Bucky walks in on you sparring a little too close with Walker. He doesn’t say much but when he takes over the session… well. Jealous!Bucky Barnes it is.
word count: 3397
WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI. curse words, dirty talk, degrading kink, dry humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), PiV, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, breeding, overstimulation, possessive behavior, jealous af, fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated.
A/N: Sigh. I had this in my head ever since watching Thunderbolts* and recent work of @iamthatonefangirl pushed me into finally writing it down. Do not expect much plot from it… or any plot at all. Writer has no regrets.
The training room was filled with the rhythmic thud of your boots against the mat and the sharp, quick breaths you shared with Walker. His presence was overwhelming — tall, broad-shouldered, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mixing with your own rising warmth.
You circled each other warily, muscles taut, eyes locked like predators. Walker’s grin was cocky, but there was an edge of respect in it. “You’re stubborn,” he said, voice low and teasing.
“Yeah, well,” you shot back, dropping into a defensive stance, “you’re slow.”
His laughter was rough as he lunged forward, grabbing your wrist and twisting, forcing you down toward the mat.
You fought against him, every inch a battle — but he was strong, and before you knew it, your back hit the padded floor.
Walker was on top, chest pressing against yours. You could feel the solid heat of him, the strength beneath his armor. Your arms were pinned, but your eyes stayed locked with his, breaths mingling in the tight space between you.
“You holding back?” he whispered, his breath warm on your face.
You smirked, muscles flexing as you pushed against him, trying to twist free. “Not a chance.”
His hands slid down your arms, skin to skin, the contact electric, and for a moment, the fight faded into something else — a tension thick enough to choke on.
Walker shifted, lowering his mouth to your ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
You swallowed hard, heart pounding loud in your chest, and the taste of his breath — spicy and close — sent a thrill racing through you.
With a quick movement, you twisted, trying to flip him off you, but Walker caught your wrist and held you fast.
His face hovered inches from yours, the faint scrape of stubble against your cheek making you shiver.
“Almost had me,” he murmured, voice rough.
Your fingers brushed his jaw, accidental but electric, and his eyes darkened, holding you captive in that intense gaze.
Neither of you moved. The room was silent except for your ragged breathing and the thudding of your heartbeats, syncing in the small space where your bodies met.
You felt the heat pooling low in your belly, the line between fighting and wanting blurring with every second.
Walker’s hand slid up your arm, fingertips trailing lightly, sending sparks where they touched.
Your lips parted, breath hitching.
The door slid open, and Bucky Barnes stepped inside. He paused, taking in the scene: you pinned beneath Walker, bodies close, breaths heavy and mingling.
His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.
You pushed Walker off with a quick grunt, breathing hard but flashing a grin. “Round two?”
Walker gave a lazy shrug, stretching one arm. “Wish I could, but I gotta run.”
You frowned in disappointment. “Already?”
“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “But maybe Bucky here can take over.”
Walker clapped Bucky on the shoulder before heading out, leaving the two of you alone.
Bucky’s eyes locked onto you, sharp and cold like ice cutting through steel. His jaw clenched so tight you could almost hear the grind.
“I guess I’m stuck with you now,” he growled, voice low and rough - no hint of warmth.
You blinked, caught off guard by how harsh he sounded. “Stuck? It’s just training, Bucky.”
He took a step closer, his gaze burning holes through you. “Yeah, well, sparring with him? That looked less like training and more like… whatever that was.”
You frowned, heat creeping to your cheeks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Bucky’s lips curled into a bitter smirk, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, come on. You don’t get that close with Walker — arms locked, skin on skin and expect me to not notice?”
Your heart thudded loud and fast. “We were sparring, Barnes. You’re reading way too much into it.”
Bucky scoffed. “Whatever.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before Bucky lunged forward, his movements sharp and aggressive — like a storm about to break loose.
His fist came at you harder than necessary, forcing you to scramble back and dodge. This wasn’t training. This was punishment.
“You getting cozy with Walker?” His voice was low, clipped, cutting like a knife. “Don’t think I’m just gonna stand here and watch.”
His hand shot out, grabbing your arm with a grip that was rough and unyielding. You winced but didn’t pull away. Not yet.
“Not on my watch.”
Bucky closed the space between you, chest pressing against yours, fingers digging into your arm like a silent command. No words explaining it. No apologies.
Just the cold, hard truth of his possessiveness, raw and undeniable.
He dropped back into stance, voice sharp. “You want to spar? Fine. But don’t expect me to be gentle.”
Every strike was laced with frustration and something harsher — a need to remind you who was in control, without ever saying it.
And the tension between you? Thick enough to choke on.
The second Bucky’s hands locked around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your breath hitched, heart pounding. His metal hand closed over your wrists behind your back, holding you captive with a grip that was equal parts demanding and possessive.
You could feel the hard, unmistakable press of him — his arousal, firm and urgent against your lower back, the weight of it making your breath falter.
“Thought you could get close to Walker and not have to deal with me?” His voice was a low growl, rough with something dark and dangerous.
His breath ghosted over your ear, warm and intoxicating, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Your body burned where his pressed against you, every nerve screaming with need.
Without warning, Bucky’s metal fingers tightened on your wrists, tilting your hands upward so he could lean in, lips brushing over your neck, trailing a rough kiss down to your shoulder.
You gasped as his body pressed harder, hips grinding just enough to make it impossible to ignore what was between you — the undeniable proof of how much he wanted you.
“Not so fast,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “You don’t get to tease me like that.”
His touch was rough, needy, his control slipping as his hands slid from your wrists to your waist, fingers digging in possessively. You could feel his arousal straining against the fabric of his pants, pressing into you with a hunger that matched your own.
Your skin tingled where his metal hand traced slow, demanding lines along your ribs, igniting a fire that burned hotter by the second.
You let out a soft gasp as his hips pressed into you again, the hard length of him undeniable. Heat flooded your core, your thighs pressing together instinctively. His breath was right against your neck, lips just barely grazing your skin.
You could’ve leaned into it, let him take what he clearly wanted — but instead, you smirked.
Then you twisted.
With a sharp pivot of your hips, you slipped out of his grip, ducking beneath his arm and spinning away. Bucky stumbled half a step, blinking like he hadn’t expected you to escape.
“Thought you were gonna teach me a lesson,” you said, breathless but smug as hell.
He turned slowly, eyes narrowing, jaw flexing hard. “You think this is a joke?”
You shrugged, backing into a loose stance. “I think you’re wound a little tight. What’s the matter, Barnes?” You tilted your head, letting your eyes flick deliberately down his body — right to the straining bulge in his pants. “Need a break?”
The fire in his eyes ignited.
He was on you in a flash.
This time when he moved, it wasn’t just precise — it was brutal, desperate, controlled only by the thinnest thread of restraint. His fists came hard and fast, forcing you to block, deflect, move. He wasn’t holding back anymore.
You ducked, landed a light kick to his thigh, then laughed when he caught your ankle mid-move and yanked, dragging you closer.
“Still think this is a game?” he hissed.
You were breathless, heart pounding, adrenaline and arousal tangling into one intoxicating buzz.
“Depends,” you teased, lips curling. “What do I win if I pin you?”
He growled and shoved you back, body surging forward to slam you to the mat. This time, it was no accident when his hips landed flush against yours.
No pretense. No holding back.
Just his hard cock pressing into your core, and his hand pinning both your wrists above your head.
His breath hit your cheek, ragged and heavy.
“You want to play?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Then fucking play.”
Your breath caught in your throat as Bucky hovered above you, pinning your wrists down hard against the mat. His chest heaved, muscles tense and trembling with restraint, but it was the weight of him between your legs that really made your head spin.
You shifted — just barely and that was all it took. Bucky’s hips snapped forward, grinding his cock against your clothed core with a force that stole your breath.
“You like teasing?” he growled, the sound rough, ragged. “Keep fucking squirming. See what happens.”
You did. Of course you did.
You tilted your hips up with slow defiance, grinding back against the thick heat of him beneath his tactical pants. The friction was maddening, perfectly filthy — your underwear soaked instantly as you dragged yourself along the length of him.
A dark, broken sound ripped from Bucky’s throat, and then he was moving — grinding into you with a rhythm that had your head rolling back and your thighs trembling.
His metal hand kept your wrists pinned above your head while his flesh hand gripped your hip, hard enough to bruise, dragging you into each thrust like he needed you to feel every inch of him through the layers.
“You don’t get to look at him like that,” Bucky hissed, rutting harder. “Don’t get to give that to anyone else.”
You gasped, back arching as his cock rubbed right where you needed it, again and again, pressure building fast and tight in your gut.
“Bucky—” you started, but he cut you off with another deep, grinding thrust.
“No.” His voice cracked, low and dangerous. “You wanna act like a brat, I’ll fuck it out of you right here.”
Your moan was shameless, head spinning as his cock rubbed against your clit just right, over and over, your core clenching around nothing, desperate and soaked and grinding back without shame.
His lips were at your jaw now, rough stubble scraping, breath hot as he fucked into you with relentless rhythm.
“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what you do to me.”
And god — you could. Every thick, heavy inch of him dragging over your leggings and your throbbing clit, every possessive grind claiming you without a single word of affection.
Your back arched beneath him, body on fire, every nerve burning where his cock ground against your soaked leggins. The sounds you made — ragged, breathless, needy — only pushed him further.
“Fuck,” he growled, his lips grazing your neck. “You’re dripping. You wanted this, didn’t you?”
You nodded and before you could answer vocally, his grip shifted — your wrists still trapped in his metal hand as his other slid down, slow and rough, until his fingers curled beneath the waistband of your leggings.
And then — rip.
You gasped as the fabric tore in his fist, panties along with it, shredded like paper. Cool air rushed over your soaked pussy, your thighs twitching at the sudden exposure.
“Bucky—” you breathed, but the way he was looking at you — eyes dark, jaw clenched, starving— shut you right up.
“Look at you,” he muttered, fingers gliding through your wet folds, spreading the slick mess you’d made. “Grinding all over me like a desperate little thing.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Two thick fingers slid inside you — deep. The stretch sudden and perfect, dragging a cry from your throat as your walls clamped down.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he hissed, burying them knuckle-deep, his thumb brushing against your clit with brutal precision.
Your body jolted, legs shaking, and he just smirked.
“This what Walker gets?” he growled, curling his fingers just right. “Or is this all mine?”
You couldn’t answer — you couldn’t think. Every pump of his fingers sent sparks through your spine, your hips lifting, chasing more, chasing everything.
“Say it,” Bucky demanded, voice low and threatening. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
He pushed in harder, rougher, hitting that spot that made your thighs quake.
Your moan broke into a whimper.
“It’s—” you choked. “Fuck—yours, Bucky—it’s yours—”
His thumb circled your clit, slow and punishing. “Damn right it is.”
His lips found your neck again, biting down just hard enough to mark you, all while his fingers fucked you open—relentless, possessive, and dripping with control he was seconds away from losing.
Bucky’s fingers pumped into you hard and deep, curling just right as your hips rolled helplessly beneath him. Your body was slick, trembling, pleasure coiling fast and tight in your belly. You were so close it hurt.
And just when you were about to fall apart—he pulled away.
“No—fuck, Bucky—” you gasped, reaching for him, hips twitching.
He didn’t say a word—just grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide, dragging you down the mat until your soaked pussy was right in front of him. You barely had time to breathe before—
His mouth was on you.
His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, collecting every drop of wetness before diving in, deep and hungry, like a man starved.
Your back arched, a cry breaking from your throat as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue circling with maddening pressure.
“Oh my god—Bucky—”
He groaned against you, the vibration sending a shock through your spine.
Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low, dark, mean.
“Tell me,” he said, breath hot against your dripping pussy. “Could Walker ever make you feel like this?”
Your thighs trembled around his head, body burning with shame and arousal all at once.
“I—no—fuck, Bucky, no—”
He smirked, just barely, before burying his mouth between your legs again, licking and sucking like a man obsessed, like he was trying to drink every sound you made.
His hands held your thighs open, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin as his tongue fucked into you, slow at first, then faster, messier.
You were soaking his face, writhing under him, hips lifting off the mat in desperation.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growled, voice rough against your soaked heat. “No one else gets this.”
Then he sucked your clit hard and you shattered.
Your orgasm ripped through you, a scream tearing from your throat as you came on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, whole body twitching uncontrollably.
But Bucky didn’t stop.
He kept licking, kept sucking, dragging every last wave from you until you were shaking, a broken mess beneath him.
Finally, he lifted his head — his mouth wet with your slick, eyes dark and burning.
“Next time you think about sparring with Walker,” he said, voice wrecked, “remember what I do to you.”
You were still shaking from the orgasm he pulled out of you with his mouth — slick, breathless, your body twitching as he rose up over you, his face glistening with you.
Bucky’s hands slid under your thighs, lifting them roughly as he shoved his tactical pants down just enough to free his cock—and fuck, he was thick, flushed, leaking at the tip, already hard and twitching.
He didn’t give you a second to breathe.
He dragged the head of his cock through your soaked folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in your slick before lining up at your entrance.
“Walker wouldn’t know what to do with you,” he growled, dark eyes fixed on your ruined body beneath him. “He couldn’t handle this.”
And then he slammed into you — deep.
You choked on your breath, nails digging into the mat as his cock split you open, stretching you so full you thought you’d lose your mind.
“Bucky—” you gasped, but he just grabbed your waist, pulling you into another brutal thrust.
“Say my name again,” he growled, snapping his hips forward. “Let the whole fucking tower hear who’s making you feel like this.”
“Bucky—oh my god—”
He fucked you like he meant it. Like every thrust was a punishment and a reward all at once. Deep, fast, grinding into you so hard your whole body shifted up the mat.
One hand pinned your hip while the other—the metal one—gripped your throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold.
“Mine,” he hissed, thrusting deep and slow now, cock dragging over your g-spot. “You understand me?”
You were crying out with every stroke, legs wrapped around him, back arching as the head of his cock hit you just right again and again.
“I said—do you fucking understand me?”
“Yes—yes, Bucky, yours—”
“That’s right,” he grunted, voice wrecked. “This pussy, this body — all fucking mine.”
He pulled out almost completely — just the tip barely inside — then slammed back in with a growl that sounded like it came from deep in his chest.
You shattered again, coming hard around him, clenching so tight he cursed loud, barely holding on.
He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, fucking you through it, grinding his cock into your spasming walls like he needed to burn your name into his skin.
And then he snapped — hips stuttering, breath ragged, and with a broken, desperate grunt.
He came inside you. Deep and hot. Filling you up.
He didn’t pull out. He stayed there, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, cock still twitching as he spilled every last drop into you.
The mat beneath you was soaked. Your legs were trembling. And Bucky?
Still didn’t move.
Still inside you.
Still possessive as hell.
Your body was limp, fucked-out and buzzing, still quivering around the load Bucky had just spilled deep inside you. You were warm, stretched full, his cock still hard as he stayed buried in you for a few long, heady moments.
Then, finally, he pulled out with a thick, wet sound — your walls clenching around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you gasp.
You felt it almost immediately. The slow, sticky drip of his cum sliding out of you.
But Bucky didn’t move away.
His gaze dropped between your legs, jaw clenched, and you could feel the way he was watching it—the way he watched himself leak out of you.
And then he looked up at you. Eyes darker than sin.
“Not done,” he muttered.
You opened your mouth to ask what he meant — but then his metal hand slid down your stomach and between your legs.
Two fingers — cold, slick, thick — pushed into your still-sensitive cunt.
You cried out, hips jerking, but Bucky held you down, his flesh hand gripping your thigh as he pumped those fingers deep inside you, slow and deliberate.
“Keep it in,” he growled, curling his fingers. “You think I’m gonna let it go to waste?”
Your head dropped back against the mat, spine arching as he fucked you with his fingers, thrusting everything he’d spilled back into you.
“Made you take every drop,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “And now you’re gonna hold it. You hear me?”
Your cunt fluttered around his fingers, overstimulated and soaked again already.
He pushed deeper, scissoring you open, fucking his cum back inside like it belonged there.
“You were made for this,” he murmured, tongue dragging slow and hot against your neck. “To take me. To be filled by me.”
You whimpered, trembling as his thumb found your clit and circled it — lazy, almost cruel.
“God, look at you,” he rasped. “Still so fucking tight. You think Walker could do this to you? Make you this full? This messy?”
You moaned his name, your legs shaking, your body giving in all over again.
“Say it,” he said, voice sharp against your throat. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”
“You, Bucky—fuck—yours—”
“That’s right,” he growled, fingers curling just right.
You came again — a raw, desperate sound tearing from your throat as you clenched around his fingers, body rocking helplessly as he fucked you through it, never letting a single drop escape.
He didn’t stop until you were crying — sobbing his name, broken and full and so far gone you didn’t even know where you ended and he began.
And even then, his fingers stayed buried in you, possessive and proud.
“Next time you even think about sparring with Walker, remember how I filled you first.”
Summary: Bucky catches you cuddling an oversized pillow in bed and gets adorably jealous. (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Word Count: 500+
A/N: Haha, more short domestic cute stuff. (I swear I’ll write actual stuff later tonight.) Happy reading!
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It was late. Or maybe early, one of those in-between hours where the world felt hushed and tucked under a blanket of quiet.
You were already in bed, snuggled under the comforter, drowsy and warm. Bucky had said something about laundry and a shower an hour ago, but at this point you figured he must’ve gotten distracted by a podcast or some TikTok wormhole, or possibly fell asleep standing up in the kitchen again.
So, left alone and cold, you reached for the comfort option closest to you: your gloriously soft, oversized pillow.
Now you were tangled around it like a sleepy starfish with one arm draped across it and the other leg hiked up and over it, cheek squished against its edge. You’d almost dozed off completely when you heard the soft creak of the bedroom door opening.
Then silence.
Then a very offended exhale.
You didn’t even open your eyes before his voice came, incredulous and appalled:
“…You serious right now?”
You squinted through the haze of sleep and found Bucky standing by the bed. Hair damp from his shower, bare chest on full display, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and towel still tossed around his neck. Objectively: heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
But the way he was glaring at the pillow?
You half-expected him to challenge it to a duel.
“…What?” You mumbled, your words slightly muffled by the pillow’s fabric.
He pointed. “That.”
You blinked sleepily. “That… what?”
“That traitorous foam lump you’re cuddling like it’s your soulmate.”
You couldn’t help it, you giggled, curling tighter around the pillow just to mess with him. “You mean Gerald?”
His mouth dropped open in mock betrayal. “You named it?”
“Mmhmm,” You hummed. “He’s soft and supportive. Never leaves me waiting in a cold bed.”
Bucky gasped– full-on gasped. “I was gone for, like, twenty minutes!”
You turned your face lazily into the pillow. “It was almost an hour, actually. Gerald’s been here for me the whole time.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Bucky muttered, climbing onto the bed with the sheer, dramatic energy of a man wronged. “You’re not even that comfortable with him.”
You shrugged. “Gerald listens.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes.
Without warning, he yeeted the pillow off the bed, launching it with more force than necessary like it had personally insulted his honor. It hit the wall with a dull thump and flopped to the floor, taking your cozy nest with it.
“Bucky!”
“No. No more Gerald. That’s my spot,” He grumbled, sliding into the space with the elegance of a grumpy cat. He shoved himself against you and muttered, “You wanna cuddle something, you cuddle me.”
You were still laughing, arms instinctively wrapping around him, despite your mock protest. “You’re just jealous of a pillow.”
“I am jealous of the pillow,” He grumbled, muffled against your skin. “I’m jealous, I’m clingy, and I demand full cuddle priority rights after midnight.”
You shifted slightly, pulling him closer with a smile against his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”
He grunted. “And yours.”
You kissed the top of his head, heart melting just a little more.
“Also,” He mumbled, sleep finally tugging at his voice as he burrowed into your chest, “Next time you’re lonely, just grab my hoodie or something.”
You smiled, lying in silence for a few moments, his breath slowing and muscles relaxing. You ran your fingers through his damp hair gently, listening to his heart calm beneath your touch.
I heard this song earlier with the line “you’re the one callin’ her up while I’m the one callin’ her darlin’ “ which lowkey gives Bucky vibes.
So my request is maybe reader has a weirdo stalker ex who won’t leave her alone after he saw the news of congressman Barnes taking his gf to a gala…. I’m thinking angsty cause reader doesn’t want bucky to know and protective bucky cause duh that’s his lady
ps- add smut if you want, I love whatever you write ken!
this one was so fun!!
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You’d thought he was gone for good.
It had been months since your ex tried reaching out. Months since the blocked calls, the angry texts, the rambling apologies that always turned back into blame. You thought you’d buried that version of your life—sealed it shut the moment Bucky Barnes took your hand in public for the first time.
But the moment the headlines hit—CONGRESSMAN BARNES AND LONGTIME GIRLFRIEND ATTEND ANNUAL GALA TOGETHER—your phone lit up like a nightmare coming home.
Unknown: so that’s what you’re doing now?
Unknown: parading yourself around for cameras.
Unknown: he won’t keep you safe, sweetheart.
You stared at the messages until your hands trembled. Then you deleted them. You told yourself it was nothing. You told yourself he was just bluffing, angry at being replaced, lashing out. You told yourself Bucky didn’t need to know.
Because Bucky already carried too much.
Because his world was press and pressure, cameras and policy—he didn’t need your past bleeding into it.
That lie lasted all of three days.
Three days of glancing over your shoulder in parking lots. Three days of finding flowers at your door with no card. Three days of pretending to sleep beside him while your heart pounded at every noise outside.
It all broke one night when Bucky came home early. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through a fresh message you hadn’t even opened yet.
“Hey, doll,” he murmured, the deep warmth in his voice cutting through your fog. His jacket came off, his tie loosened. “Didn’t expect you up—what’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer fast enough. You didn’t have to.
He saw your expression, the flicker of panic before you could school it down. He moved before you could hide your phone, plucking it gently from your fingers.
“James—”
He froze halfway through your name, the first line of the message glaring up at him. His entire body went still.
You think he can protect you when I know where you live?
The air turned to ice.
Bucky’s jaw clenched. He handed the phone back without a word, but his eyes—the blue steel of them—were cold enough to burn.
“How long,” he said quietly.
“Just a few days,” you whispered. “He’s just trying to scare me, Buck, I didn’t want to worry you—”
He cut you a look sharp enough to silence you. “You didn’t want to worry me?” His voice was still calm, still politician-smooth, but that calmness was deadly. “You’re gettin’ threats from an ex who knows where you live and you didn’t want to worry me?”
You swallowed, hating the tremor in your voice. “You’ve got enough on your plate. I thought I could handle it.”
Bucky’s silence stretched long enough to make you ache. Then—without a word—he reached for his phone, stepping away.
You heard only fragments of the call. The low, deliberate tone that meant he was in control. Orders to one of his security staff. A name. A car description. Addresses.
And then, softer, “No, she’s fine. She’s with me now.”
When he hung up, he returned to you with a softness that made your throat close. His hand cupped the side of your neck, thumb brushing under your jaw.
“You don’t ever hide somethin’ like that from me again,” he murmured. “You hear me, sweetheart?”
Your voice cracked. “I didn’t want to make it real.”
His expression broke—just a little. The steel cracked, revealing the ache beneath.
“Oh, baby.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “You don’t ever have to face shit like that alone again. Not when you’ve got me.”
The next morning, his car service drove you to work with an unmarked SUV tailing behind. You knew it was his doing. Knew the new cameras being installed at the apartment weren’t a coincidence.
That night, you woke to the sound of footsteps outside. You sat up, heart in your throat—only to see Bucky already halfway to the window, gun in hand, silent as shadow.
He was out the door in seconds. You heard shouting, the heavy slam of a body against brick, and then—silence.
By the time he came back, his knuckles were raw.
You didn’t ask. He didn’t explain.
He just said, “He won’t bother you again,” and kissed your forehead like a promise.
The press caught a glimpse of the bruise on his hand the next morning, of course. They always did. But Bucky didn’t care. He went about his day like nothing had happened, the only giveaway being the way his arm stayed wrapped around your waist every chance he got.
At the next event, your stalker story made national news. “Anonymous source” leaks. “Congressman Barnes’ girlfriend targeted by ex-boyfriend.”
He wanted to keep it private, but when the story broke, he refused to hide.
The gala that night was a storm of whispers and flashbulbs. You could feel eyes on you—curious, pitying, invasive. You smiled through it. You’d had practice.
But Bucky—oh, he couldn’t stand it.
When a reporter asked if you “felt safe being with such a public figure,” Bucky’s hand flexed on your hip, pulling you closer. His voice was velvet-wrapped steel.
“She’s safe because she’s with me,” he said. “And she’ll stay that way.”
That should’ve been the end of it.
But when you got home, something in him snapped all over again.
He was quiet at first—unbuttoning his cuffs, slipping his tie loose—but the tension radiated off him in waves.
“Buck,” you started gently, “he’s gone, baby. It’s over.”
His eyes darkened. “He made you scared in your own home. You think I can just forget that?”
You stepped forward, pressing your palms to his chest. “Then don’t forget. Just… come back to me now.”
He looked down at you—at the soft, steady plea in your eyes—and the fight bled out of him. The hand that gripped your waist tightened, dragging you flush against him.
“You got no idea what it does to me,” he murmured against your lips. “Knowing someone made you cry. Knowing someone else ever thought they could call you theirs.”
“Bucky…”
“You’re mine, sweetheart.” His mouth trailed along your jaw, the rough scrape of his stubble grounding you both. “Only I get to call you darlin’.”
His voice broke just slightly on the last word, and your heart splintered in all the right ways.
You reached for him then—his tie, his collar, the heat beneath his shirt—and kissed him like a vow. The kiss turned desperate fast, all teeth and trembling breath, his control unraveling in your hands.
When he lifted you onto the counter, his touch was reverent and possessive all at once. The world outside—the cameras, the stories, the shadows—didn’t exist anymore. Only him. Only you.
“Need you,” you whispered, breath hitching as his fingers traced the inside of your thigh. “Need to feel you.”
“You’ve got me, doll,” he promised, voice low and rough. “Always.”
He sank into you slow, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. You clutched at his shoulders, the sting of the stretch grounding you, the weight of his gaze holding you steady.
Every thrust was a claim, a confession. His forehead pressed to yours, his words a rough whisper against your skin.
“He’s gone,” he murmured. “You’re safe. You’re mine.”
And when you came apart around him, gasping his name, he followed right after—burying himself deep, holding you through it, shaking against you like he’d finally found peace.
Afterward, he stayed wrapped around you on the counter, his hand tangled in your hair, his lips brushing your temple.
You breathed together. Quiet. Steady. Alive.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered.
Bucky smiled faintly, thumb stroking your cheek. “Sweetheart, worrying about you’s just part of lovin’ you.”
Summary: Bucky’s big meeting goes off without a hitch—except you’re not there. Bucky shuts down, you melt down, and everyone spirals. Charlie chews Bucky out. Sam drops corruption drama. Fried chicken becomes therapy. The next morning brings regret, denial, and a very suspicious overheard phone call that might just blow the Rowe case wide open…
Word count: 7.2k
Warnings: angst, miscommunication, emotional hurt/comfort, crying, office drama, petty jealousy, Auden existing, tension you can cut with a knife
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Today was important.
You had set three reminders. Laid out your outfit the night before. Triple-checked the documents. And yet somehow—You’re late.
Not “oops, five minutes” late. Late late.
Because Auden had conveniently not sent you the location for Bucky’s big meeting. You spent the entire night cleaning up what you were pretty sure were his mistakes—missing files, double-booked calls, chaotic email threads—and passed out sometime around 3 a.m.
Now you’re speed-walking down cracked sidewalks in heels you regret ever purchasing, hair sticking to your forehead, lungs burning.
“This is fine,” you lie to yourself. “I’ll make it. He won’t even notice.”
You don’t even bother with the subway—hail a taxi, toss the last of your cash at the driver, and practically fall out of the cab in front of the sleek government building.
You stumble through the revolving doors like a hurricane.
“Hi—hi! I'm here for Mr. Barnes,” you gasp, slapping your ID against the front desk like a hostage negotiator. “Congressman Bucky Barnes. Please.”
The woman behind the counter raises an eyebrow. “The meeting just ended.”
Your breath hitches.
“…What?”
“About five minutes ago.”
You feel your heart lurch violently in your chest, like it’s trying to backpedal time itself.
And then—like some cruel twist of fate—you hear his voice.
Bucky rounds the corner, flanked by two sharply dressed men in suits and smiles. He’s laughing. Auden is there too, hands neatly folded, clipboard in place, standing a little too close to Bucky like he’s auditioning for his own damn biopic.
You freeze.
He shakes hands with the suits. They thank him. Say something about following up next week.
Then he turns.
And sees you.
Time stops.
His jaw sets. The warmth in his face vanishes, replaced with something cool. Distant.
Your voice barely works. “I—I’m so sorry.”
You take a hesitant step forward. Your hands are still clutching the file folder you didn’t get to hand out.
Bucky doesn’t say anything. Just turns and walks toward the exit.
You follow. “Mr. Barnes, please—”
“Save it,” he says.
The tone of his voice slices through you like ice water. He doesn’t look at you—just keeps walking, long strides out the doors, into the parking lot. You hurry to keep up, shoes clicking desperately behind him.
“Bucky, I didn’t mean to—”
“I don’t want to talk right now, Lila.”
That makes you stop in your tracks.
Because he’s never used that voice with you before. It’s clipped. Detached. Like he’s putting space between you—fast.
“I couldn’t find the building. I didn’t have the address—”
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, like your words are just noise.
“I said I don’t want to talk.”
You blink fast. Swallow the lump forming in your throat. You’re a second away from tears, and that makes it worse.
You nod slowly. Your voice is smaller than you want it to be when you whisper, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Bucky.”
He doesn’t answer.
You turn away, heart heavy in your chest.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Auden leaning against a nearby wall, arms crossed, smugness practically dripping off him. His expression says everything:
He won this round.
Your fists tighten. Your throat burns.
You walk to the trash bin by the door, open your folder, and drop the perfectly printed, color-coded, annotated documents into it without ceremony.
They land with a hollow thud.
Just like your heart.
And then you leave.
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Bucky’s jaw clenched as he stared into the garbage can.
Your papers were still there—perfectly assembled, slightly crinkled from impact.
He didn’t think. Just reached in, grabbed the whole thing, and brushed a speck of lint off the cover.
Auden appeared at his side, casual as ever, already reaching for the backseat of the car.
“I’ll ride with you,” he said, too smooth.
“No.”
Auden blinked. “Sir?”
“I want to be alone.” Bucky’s voice was cold steel. “Get a taxi. Send the bill if you want.”
Auden’s jaw twitched. He said nothing, just stepped back with a polite nod that couldn’t hide the fire behind his eyes.
The driver closed the door, and Bucky leaned back in the leather seat, folder on his lap.
He opened it slowly.
It was all there. Everything you were supposed to give him. Everything he needed.
His throat tightened.
You’d highlighted his key talking points. Added little notes in the margins:
“Explain this simply—audience is mostly first-time voters.”
“You got passionate about this on Tuesday—use that.”
He huffed a breath through his nose.
Auden’s version had been efficient. Technically correct. Like reading a Wikipedia page out loud. Yours, though… yours felt like him. Like you crawled inside his mind and pulled the words out of his chest before he even said them.
He didn’t just want you there today—he needed you. Not just for the notes. Not for the structure.
For the quiet assurance your presence always gave him. For the way you smiled when he got it right. For the look on your face when he didn’t.
He hadn’t been mad at you. Not really. He’d been mad at how much it mattered. How much it hurt to see you late and panicked, eyes shimmering with guilt while he stood there like a damn statue.
And that thing you said—“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Bucky.”
That. That shattered something in his chest.
He’d wanted to grab your hand and whisper, “You never do.”
But instead, he walked away like a coward.
When he got back to the office, something felt off.
Muted chatter. Stolen glances.
The air was too still.
He was halfway to his door when Charlie stepped into his path.
Arms crossed.
Eyebrow cocked.
Scary.
“Mr. Barnes,” Charlie said, voice clipped. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Bucky stopped. “Excuse me?”
“I’m the team manager. My job is to look after my people.” His tone turned sharper. “And I do not take kindly to one of them arriving here with tear-stained cheeks and panic in their eyes.”
Bucky opened his mouth, but Charlie cut him off with a raise of his hand.
“She was late because your little intern prodigy. Forgot to send her the address. Funny coincidence, huh?”
Bucky exhaled through his nose. Guilt climbing like ivy through his ribs.
Charlie stepped closer.
“I care about my team, Barnes. And if someone hurts them—whether it’s intentional or not—I’ll say it plain: I’m not gonna let it slide.” His eyes narrowed. “Got it?”
“…Yeah,” Bucky said, voice low. “Got it.”
“Good.” Charlie stepped back, posture relaxing only slightly. “Sam Wilson’s waiting in your office.”
Then he turned and walked off without another word.
Bucky didn’t move for a second.
Then he opened the door, stepping into the one place that had never felt colder.
“You haven’t called,” Sam said, lounging on his office couch with a protein bar in hand. “I figured you were either dead or in love.”
Bucky scowled, shutting the door behind him.
“I’m not—”
“Don’t say it.” Sam raised a hand. “You’re definitely in something.”
Bucky slumped into his chair. Rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Sam eyed him. “Also, why do you look like a kicked puppy?”
Bucky didn’t answer. Just stared blankly at the folder on his desk.
Sam took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed.
“Anyway. While you’re busy catching feelings, figured I’d drop something on your desk. Name’s Rowe. Congressman. Greasy handshake. Smiles too wide. Sound familiar?”
“Met him once at a fundraiser,” Bucky muttered.
Sam smirked. “Hope you washed your hand after.”
“What’s the issue?”
“Got a tip he’s involved in something shady. Money trails aren’t adding up. Campaign funding from a few groups I’ve been watching for a while. Quiet. You know the type.”
Bucky nodded. Mind half-split between corruption and your teary eyes.
“I’m following the trail,” Sam continued. “Looping you in. Keep your eyes open.”
He leaned forward, brow furrowed.
“And maybe tell your girl to stop crying over your dumb ass. She deserves better than whatever this energy is.”
Bucky looked away.
Sam stood up, clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, and left without another word.
The room went quiet again.
And Bucky, alone with his thoughts, finally whispered:
“…Yeah. She does.”
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Charlie had what he called “a brilliant morale-building plan.”
Which really just meant: fried chicken, beer, and pretending none of you were emotionally repressed.
You didn’t know how he did it, but ten minutes later, your whole floor had been corralled into a big-ass table at Big Ray’s Fried & Greasy.
You weren’t sure if this was for team bonding or emotional sabotage.
You were sitting in the middle of it all. On your right: Bucky. On your left: Jackson.
Across the table: Katt, Mai, and the rest of your coworkers passing buckets of chicken like they were holy relics.
Auden, of course, had slithered into the seat beside Bucky like the leech he was.
The tension? Palpable.
You’d been ignoring Bucky like your life depended on it. After showing up to the office earlier with mascara smudged halfway down your cheeks and a hollow ache in your chest, Charlie had taken one look at you and said, “You’re done for the day. Go home. Cry. Come back prettier.”
You cried. You showered. You cried again. You ate a whole pint of ice cream and yelled at your ceiling.
And now here you were, drinking cheap beer and pretending like Bucky Barnes didn’t exist, even though he was sitting so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him.
He kept glancing at you like he wanted to say something. Like he was trying to send messages telepathically.
You refused to meet his eyes.
“How’s the chicken, Mr. Barnes?” Auden asked with the fakest grin known to mankind.
Bucky’s frown deepened. “It’s good.”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling. He was so not in the mood.
You reached for your beer, struggling with the cap.
Bucky leaned in. His voice soft. “Want me to help?”
You were tipsy, and that made you bold.
“No, thanks,” you said, sweet but distant.
Jackson snatched the bottle from you, popped it open effortlessly, and handed it back with a wink.
You pouted and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, my hero.”
Bucky’s jaw twitched. His metal hand curled into a tight fist under the table.
If he could shoot lasers from his eyes, Jackson would be ashes.
“Can we talk?” he asked you, voice low, almost hopeful.
You took a sip of your beer. “Oh, you want to talk now?” You mimicked his tone from the other day with a sarcastic twist.
He flinched like you’d slapped him. His eyes fell to his lap.
You didn’t say anything else. Just turned to Jackson and asked him something about the chicken seasoning, like your soul wasn’t cracking in half.
Later, Charlie stood up with a beer in hand and gave a tipsy speech.
“To Barnes, and the best team this side of the Capitol. You’re all weirdos and I love you.”
Everyone cheered, even Bucky—though his eyes didn’t leave you.
One by one, people started heading out. It was getting late.
You stood up, a little wobbly. “I should go. The room’s starting to feel like a tilt-a-whirl.”
“I’ll take you,” Jackson offered.
You nodded, patting his chest. “A gentleman!”
But before Jackson could even grab his coat, Bucky stood up fast—almost knocking over his chair.
“I’ll take her.”
Everyone froze.
Katt’s eyes bugged out. Charlie looked like he was about to burst into laughter.
Auden practically hissed. “We can share a taxi, Mr. Barnes. I don’t mind—”
“No,” Bucky said firmly. “I’ll take her.”
His eyes were on you. Just you.
You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was buzzing. Your heart was doing gymnastics.
You stepped outside before the drama could escalate. The cool air slapped your cheeks, grounding you.
Behind you: footsteps.
“Oh, Jackson,” you said, turning. “You ready?”
“I’ll take you,” Bucky repeated, stepping closer.
You blinked. “I don’t want to.”
That stopped him. But only for a second.
He came closer. “Why not?”
You frowned. “Because I don’t want to?"
He didn’t say anything. Just reached for your arm, gently, and tugged you toward his bike.
You let him.
“What is it with you spies and motorcycles?” you muttered.
He placed the helmet on your head. You climbed on the bike without touching his waist. He noticed.
You wanted him to notice.
When you got to your building, you expected him to say goodbye and leave.
Instead, he climbed off first, unclipped the helmet, and gently took it off you.
You were already staring at him.
He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
The world shrank to just that touch.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Your heart twisted. You didn’t know what exactly he meant. The missed call? The (not) meeting? Making you cry? But you said nothing.
He leaned closer. One hand on each side of you, resting on the bike seat.
“It wasn’t my intention to make you cry,” he murmured.
Your chest squeezed.
Your throat ached.
“I’m used to it,” you whispered.
His eyes snapped up. Wrecked.
That expression broke you.
“Anyway, I’m too drunk for this” you mumbled.
And you kissed his cheek.
Soft. Gentle. Brief.
It felt like forever.
His hand found the small of your back. He held on to your jacket like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
You climbed off the bike before he could say anything else.
And without looking back, you disappeared through the front door of your building.
He stood there for a long time after.
Eyes closed.
Still feeling the ghost of your kiss.
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You sit up in bed like you've just been struck by lightning.
Your hand flies to your face. “Oh my god,” you whisper.
You kissed Bucky Barnes.
On. The. Cheek.
Your feet barely touch the ground as you dart to the bathroom. The second the light flickers on, you're splashing cold water onto your face like it’ll somehow erase everything that happened.
"Jesus Christ," you mutter, gripping the sink.
You stare at your dripping reflection in the mirror.
“Are you—are you insane?” you yell at yourself. “What were you thinking?!” You start pacing.
“Who does that? Who kisses their boss? ON THE CHEEK?” You groan and cover your face with your hands.
“He probably hates me now. He’s probably going to call HR. He’s probably already drafted the termination email—subject line: Get Out Freak.”
You stop, inhale like you’re about to face a jury, and try to think logically.
“You. Are. A professional.”
You say it with your whole chest like it’ll wipe out what happened. Like Bucky didn’t literally stand there like a carved Greek statue while you kissed him on the cheek, whispered something sad and drunk, then vanished into the building like a fever dream.
You point at yourself in the mirror. “We’re going with it didn’t happen. Yes. Clean slate. You were drunk. You forgot. Easy.”
You nod like a lunatic. “Cool. Cool cool cool.”
You hop into the shower, blast it cold for ten seconds, regret everything, blast it hot, then pull together the outfit of someone who definitely didn’t kiss her boss. Oversized scarf? Check. Sunglasses so big you could hide from Interpol? Check.
You march out like you’re on a mission. And that mission is denial.
At the coffee shop, the girl at the counter squints when she sees you.
"Hi! You're back!" she says cheerfully. Then she blinks. “Rough night?”
You slam your palm on the counter.
"Rough life," you mutter.
She snorts. “Say no more. You want your usual?”
"No. I want the strongest coffee you’ve got in the biggest cup you legally can give me. And three more to-go.”
She whistles but gets to work.
You pick up the tray when it's ready, drop a generous tip in the jar like a thank-you-for-not-judging bribe, and head out into the morning sunlight.
At the office, you wave to Mark at the front desk. He eyes your scarf suspiciously.
“Cute scarf,” he says.
“Thanks. I’m in mourning.”
He doesn’t ask.
You press the elevator button and—pause. The doors slide open and you immediately peek inside, body half-bent like a paranoid pigeon.
Clear. You exhale like you just survived a minefield.
When you reach your floor, it’s still early. You head straight to your desk, drop off your things, and distribute the sacred elixirs.
One cup on Katt’s desk. One for Mai. One for Jackson.
You place yours like it’s a shrine offering and sit back, sipping like it’s the only thing keeping you from combusting.
Okay. Crisis managed.
No one knows.
Bucky probably forgot. You’ll act normal.
Professional. Detached.
You definitely won’t think about his hand on your back or the way he looked at you when you said “I’m used to it.”
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Bucky sat on the edge of his kitchen island, bare feet on the cold tile, a cup of black coffee resting in his vibranium hand.
His flesh hand was pressed lightly to his cheek.
The same spot your lips had touched.
He hadn’t shaved it. Not that morning. Not yet. Something about it felt too… intimate to erase.
He was smiling. God, he was smiling like a fool.
The kind of smile that crept in when he wasn’t paying attention. The kind that tugged at the corners of his mouth and made him feel twenty years younger.
He could still feel the warmth of you—your lips on his cheek, your finger brushing something from his face, your voice a sleepy whisper.
But then, like a bucket of cold water, the smile disappeared.
“What the hell are you doing,” he muttered.
He scoffed and stood up. “What are you, a highschool boy?”
The words came out sharper than he intended, but the feeling was accurate. Ridiculous. He was the goddamn Winter Soldier—and he was spiraling over a kiss on the cheek from his assistant.
He got dressed in record time.
By the time he stepped outside, a taxi was already waiting. Of course, Auden was in the backseat, looking at his phone with all the grace of someone who thought the world owed him compliments.
Bucky climbed in without a word.
Didn’t look at him. Didn’t say hi. Just pulled out his phone and checked it.
No messages from you.
No emails.
Nothing.
His chest tightened.
“So…” Auden’s voice cut through the silence like a butter knife. “Rough night, Mr. Barnes? Got a little drunk? Made it home safe?”
He wasn’t asking to be polite.
He was fishing.
“I don’t get drunk,” Bucky said flatly.
Auden hummed. “Moody morning, huh?”
Silence.
“Want me to clear your schedule?” Auden offered, all too casually. “Me and your other assistant can handle things. No need for you to be stressed.”
That hit a nerve.
Your other assistant.
That’s what he dared to call you.
Bucky turned his head slowly.
The very same “assistant” who had forgotten to send you the meeting address. The same smug bastard sitting beside him now, pretending this wasn’t a game of sabotage.
He didn’t answer.
Not yet.
He just let the silence stretch—and stew.
When they reached the building, Bucky stepped out without waiting for Auden. He nodded at Clara and Mark on the way in—just enough to be polite.
Auden exchanged… looks with them.
Inside the elevator, Bucky checked his reflection in the mirrored wall. Fixed his collar. Smoothed the line of his jacket.
Just in case.
He blinked at himself.
“Get it together,” he whispered under his breath.
“You look amazing as always, Mr. Barnes,” Auden piped in beside him.
Bucky didn’t respond.
His brain was busy replaying your sleepy smile. Your lips. The heartbreak in your voice the day before. The way you’d kissed his cheek like it meant something—and bolted like it didn’t.
The elevator climbed.
Auden kept talking—something about budget reports or rescheduling a lunch—but Bucky wasn’t listening.
The elevator dinged.
Bucky didn’t move.
Instead, he turned abruptly, stepping in close. Not quite threatening, but close enough for Auden to stiffen.
“Hey,” Bucky said, voice low. “Did you send her the address yesterday?”
Auden blinked. “I—what?”
“You didn’t, did you?” Bucky’s eyes locked on him.
A beat passed.
Then Bucky’s vibranium hand slid from holding the door. The metal fingers unclenched from the edge of the elevator like a quiet verdict.
Auden was still inside when the doors began to slide shut.
He didn’t say a word.
Bucky just let the silence answer for him.
And as the elevator descended—alone now, face pale—Auden realized something far worse than being caught:
He was losing.
Badly.
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You’re halfway down the corridor when you see Auden, standing near the emergency stairwell, phone pressed to his ear.
You freeze.
He’s talking low, fast. Almost too fast.
“No—no, I told you, he’s getting suspicious. I’m working on it. Just let me get through next week. Once the Rowe proposal is on his desk, it’s over.”
You blink. Rowe? Like… Congressman Rowe?
Your heart jumps into your throat.
You backtrack fast, heels clicking, and duck into a copy room just as Auden turns his head. You hold your breath, practically folded behind the paper shelf, and wait until his footsteps vanish down the hallway.
You don’t walk. You sprint.
You run through the office like your shoes are on fire.
"Has anyone seen Bucky? I mean Mr. Barnes? Please, it’s important!" you ask, breathless, almost skidding into Katt and Mai.
Katt blinks. “Uh—he went to the bathroom like two minutes ago?”
“Perfect. Love that. Amazing.” You’re already turning, speed-walking like your life depends on it.
You reach the hallway outside the bathroom and pace. You wait one beat. Two. Then a man walks out—a very startled stranger in a suit.
You flinch. “OH—sorry, sorry! I wasn’t—I'm not—I'm not following you, promise.”
The man stares. “Are you a creep?”
“No! I’m not”
“…Right.”
He walks away faster.
Then—finally—Bucky steps out of the bathroom, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. He pauses when he sees you.
Your eyes go wide. “I heard him—I mean I didn’t see him but I did, but not like see-see but like hear and he was talking on the phone and said your name and Rowe’s name and—”
“Hey—hey, sweetheart,” he cuts in gently, placing both hands on your shoulders. “Breathe, okay? In. Out. You’re safe.”
Your lungs obey him like he has superpowers.
“Good. Now go again. Slower.”
You nod, lips trembling slightly. “I saw Auden. Just now. He was near the stairwell, talking on the phone. I heard him say ‘Bucky’s getting suspicious’ and ‘once the Rowe proposal’s on his desk it’s over.’”
Bucky’s expression ices over.
You keep going. “I think he’s working with someone. I don’t know. But it sounded sketchy. I didn’t know what to do so I ran here—like, literally sprinted, I might have scared a guy, he thinks I’m unwell now.”
You stop for a breath.
Bucky doesn’t speak for a second. He’s staring at you like you’re a puzzle piece that just snapped into place.
“I believe you,” he says, voice low and sure.
Your throat tightens. “You do?”
He nods, jaw tense now, eyes blazing with focus. “Yeah.”
You blink at him.
He slides one hand down your arm. “You did good coming to me.”
You nod slowly. “You’re not mad I—uh—waited outside the men’s room like a psycho?”
He smirks. “Honestly? It’s kind of flattering.”
You roll your eyes, but your heart’s racing again—and not from fear this time.
“Now go back to your desk,” he says softly. “I’ll handle Auden.”
You take a step back, hesitating. “You’re sure?”
He nods again. “Trust me. You just gave me everything I needed.”
And for the first time in hours, maybe even days—you do.
You trust him.
Bucky is officially entering his emotionally conflicted era. The tension is rising—personally, professionally, and maybe romantically—and we’re finally starting to peel back layers on the subplot.
Also… yes, the cheek kiss happened. No, neither of them are coping well.
Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
He was going to do it. He was really going to do it.
He was finally going to ask you out.
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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.
The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.
The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him.
“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”
He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle.
You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him.
“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena.
His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.
I’m going to marry her someday.
He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.
Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck.
After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings.
You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.
He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.
“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.
“What’s up?”
“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”
“You got it, Doll.”
“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.
Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.
But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.
Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?
Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.
Daryl ❤️
I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around
You
About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?
Daryl ❤️
Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful
You
Love you too, and Im always careful 😘
Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?
Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set.
So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?
Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.
Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.
You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.
“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.
“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.
“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”
With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.
Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.
He didn’t get much sleep that night.
Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.
Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall.
And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees.
Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.
“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?”
“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”
“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly.
Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.
“Which friend?”
“Penny.”
So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.
He didn’t move from his bed.
“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.
He couldn’t get himself to respond.
The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.
“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”
“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.
A pause.
“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.
“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”
“Okay…”
He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him.
“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”
He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.
“Where were you?” He asked.
You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this.
“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.
Your eyes widened at his bite.
“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”
“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”
“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.
“I am!”
“Then who is Daryl?”
“What?”
“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.
“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.
“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.
“Call the number.” You simply said.
“What?” He repeated.
“Take my phone, and call the number.”
Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon.
“Go ahead,” you urged.
He pressed the button.
Ring.
Ring.
Ri—
“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”
“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.
“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”
“P—Penny?” He sputtered.
“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”
“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”
“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.
Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.
“I don’t understand.”
“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”
Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.
“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.
“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”
He nodded sheepishly.
“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.
“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”
“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.
He gulped.
“I was going to ask you to be with me.”
You tilted your head, not quite understanding.
“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”
“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"
"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.
"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.
He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.
“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.
Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.
A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!
Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh
A fake date with a Danish alien tech dealer. Bucky gets bored, and maybe a little jealous, while he’s waiting in the command truck outside. It’s all downhill from there.
Jealousy Jealousy by @antiquarianfics
seeing red by @buckysfaveplum
bucky can’t just sit and watch as a man makes you uncomfortable in a bar
Jealous by @pellucid-constellations
You keep talking about the owner of that new bakery and it’s rubbing Bucky the wrong way.
All Over You by @jobean12-blog
Walker tries to put the moves on you, Bucky’s jealous and protective but a dumbass, Sam has to watch the whole thing…(he’s so done with their shit)
Green by @itsapeterthing
three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it
Headcanon by @icarus-fell-in-spring
Jealous!Bucky Barnes would include
I don’t get jealous by @this-ginger-has-no-soul
bucky where your ex-fiancee comes back and you have to work w/ him and bucky becomes real protective
Erase Every Trace by @angrythingstarlight
Bucky had to sit back and watch another man touch you, but now that the ruse is over, he’s going to erase every trace of him off your skin.
Can you not… by @buckyalpine
Your ex is trying to win you back, wonder what Bucky thinks about that?
Jealousy by @halcyonrogers
Bucky watches from afar as you converse with Peter Parker, the new teenage recruit. Things begin to heat up on Peter’s end as he keeps paying you compliments, and Bucky takes things into his own hands.
Around My Neck by @mcu1shots
Bucky notices your new necklace, he isn't sure he's a fan.
Summary : Bucky's betrayal left you deeply wounded, you sought revenge to make him feel the pain he caused. Following your act of retaliation, you distanced yourself from him despite his numerous attempts to apologize. Instead, you found comfort in Sam, and Bucky couldn't ignore the growing closeness, leaving him seething with jealousy.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)
Word Count: 14,5k (So yeah... I'm sorry it has to be this long)
A/N : We've reached the end of the story, and I appreciate your enthusiasm and support for this chapter. Apologies if it turned out to be a lengthy fic; I contemplated splitting it into two chapters but couldn't bring myself to do that to you all.
P.S. I'm trying something new with hyperlinks to provide visualizations for certain scenes. I initially wanted to include them for the smut as well, but it didn't align with Tumblr guidelines, so I kept it PG. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the finale!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
A week after that when you were running in the treadmill, you saw Bucky trying to approach you. You ignored him and ran faster. "Y/N... Y/N, please! Let me apologize." Bucky's voice could be heard, but it was drowned out by the music in your ears.
You just kept running. You knew Bucky was trying to apologize. "Can't hear you, music too loud!" You yelled.
He didn't give up and said, "Please just give me 5 minutes.”
"I'm busy.”
"Just five minutes. That's all I ask for."
"No." You pressed a button, and the speed of the treadmill increased. You kept running.
He tried one last time, "Please. Just five minutes."
You ignored him. He got the message.
He stood there, watching you run. You were not paying any attention to him, or even acknowledging his presence. The look on his face was pure sadness. He was not going to give up though. Bucky waited until you finished your run, and then asked, "Hey…”
You ignored him and went out. He followed you.
"Y/N. Wait." He said chasing you before you got into the shower, "Doll. I'm sorry. I fucked up big time. I really am. I was stupid. I wasn't thinking."
You didn’t care, you ignored him and went to the shower, hoping he would leave after you taking a shower, but of course he was waiting for you.
When you got out, he was sitting on the couch. You went out there with nothing but a towel on. "Y/N what are you doing? You're going to get cold." He said.
You rolled your eyes, "What do you think I'm doing, Barnes? I just took a shower. Is there a problem with that?"
He shook his head. "No, but you shouldn't be wearing a towel. You should be dressed. You're going catch a cold." He then averted his eyes from your body and stared at the floor.
"I thought you said I looked good without clothes, Barnes." You smirked. "Is there something wrong?"
He shook his head. "Y/N, put some clothes on."
You then walked toward him and sat on his lap, "Y/N what-"
You cut him off by kissing him passionately. His eyes widened in shock, and then closed as he kissed you back. He was confused as you broke the kiss. You then dropped the towel, exposing your naked body to him. He stared at your breast for a second, before looking into your eyes.
"Y/N," he began to speak but stopped. He was stunned, "Y/N what are you doing right now? Why did you take the towel off?"
"Don't you like me naked? Do you not find me attractive, Bucky?" You asked him with a pouty lip.
"Yes. You're very attractive. Of course. But... We shouldn't."
"Why not? We had sex before, why not now?"
"Because... That was before. But now you are angry at me. I'm not going to do that again. I won't take advantage of you. It's not right."
"Don't worry about it Bucky." You got closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Come on Bucky. I want you. Don't you want me?” You said, moving closer until your lips were inches apart.
He swallowed hard, staring into your eyes. "You're not in your right mind. You're not thinking straight.” He could feel himself getting hard. His resolve was breaking. "Doll, please. You know I want you, but I need to know that are we good? I can't have you and leave. It would kill me."
You smirked at him, "We are good." You said seductively, "For now." You whispered, biting his earlobe gently.
He groaned as his cock hardened at your words. "Doll…” He swallowed hard, looking into your eyes.
"Are you going to give me what I want?" You asked.
"If... If that's what you want. Then, yes."
"Then prove it to me. Kiss me."
He hesitated, but leaned forward and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm. You deepened the kiss, moaning softly as you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips. Your hands moved to his shirt, pulling it off. You threw his shirt on the floor and your hands found their way to his belt. You undid his pants and pulled them down, letting his dick spring out.
You reached for his cock and stroked him slowly. He moaned, bucking his hips forward. "Fuck, doll." He breathed.
"You like that, Buck?" You asked.
He nodded. "Yes, so much."
You then positioned yourself above his cock. "You want this?" You teased him, rubbing his cock against your entrance.
"Fuck, doll." He groaned. "I want this."
You smirked. You then sink down on him slowly, taking in every inch of him. He grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Oh fuck. That's it. Fuck. You feel so good, doll."
You rode him, grinding your hips. "Oh, god." You moaned. He started to thrust into you, groaning. You rode him, picking up the pace. You started riding him as fast as you could. He grunted, his grip on your hips tightening. He started thrusting in and out of you, faster and harder. You were also meeting his thrusts, moaning and whimpering. You pulled his hair, making him moan loudly.
He hit your sweet spot and you were screaming his name. He kept hitting your g-spot. You were getting close. He kept thrusting, faster and harder.
"Fuck, doll. You're so fucking tight. I love how your pussy clenches around me. You're so hot." He pulled your head toward him to kissed you but you denied his lips. You threw your head back, moaning loudly.
"Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh my god!" You screamed, riding him faster. "I'm close. So close."
He reached between your legs, rubbing your clit. You were on the edge, and you needed just a little more to push you over. He rubbed your clit, faster and faster. "Bucky, I'm gonna come!" You cried out.
"Yes, come on my cock. Come for me."
And you came, screaming his name. Your orgasm triggered his. He came, shooting his load inside you. He grunted, thrusting hard. "Holy fuck." He moaned, still thrusting. "You're amazing."
You collapsed onto his chest, panting, wrapping his arms around your waist. Then after you caught your breath, you unwrapped his arms from you and got off him. You rolled your eyes and he was confused. "You didn't let me kiss you earlier, what happened doll? Are you mad at me or something? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, pulling on his boxers and sitting up.
You ignored his questions and stood up, reaching for your scattered clothes. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he pressed, his tone laced with worry.
You smirked at him, "Thanks for that, I needed it." You had taken revenge on using him.
Bucky stood there, stunned and feeling utterly foolish. He couldn't believe he had allowed you to manipulate him like that. "You said we're good..." he protested weakly, his voice filled with hurt and confusion.
Your response was cold and calculated, "Yeah, I said 'we're good for now,' which was then and not right now. So, I got what I needed from you." You didn't spare him a glance as you began to dress, your movements swift. "We're done here." You made a move to leave, but Bucky seized your arms, his grip tight and desperate.
"You're not leaving this room, not until you tell me why the hell you just did that." His eyes pleaded for an explanation, the hurt etched in his features tearing at your resolve. For a fleeting moment, a pang of guilt flickered within you, but you swiftly brushed it aside. "Y/N, stop. You can't just use me for sex," he implored.
A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you met his gaze head-on. "I can, and I did. Now, let go of me," you retorted, pushing him away with unyielding determination.
His eyes were now full of anger and disbelief. "So all this time, you were just acting? Pretending to be okay with me? Pretending that you've forgiven me? All this time, you didn't actually forgive me?!"
"Ha! Please, when did I said I forgive you? What do you think I am? A fool? You don't get to act like the victim here. It's your fault!” You yelled at him.
"You don't think I know that?! I fucked up, Y/N. I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Running his hand through his hair. “What the fuck!"
"What do you mean 'what the fuck'? It's what you did to me! You fucked me and threw me out. What's wrong with me doing the same to you?" You scoffed, crossing your arms.
"You can't do that, Y/N…"
"I can't do that? I can't do the exact thing you did to me? That's rich, Barnes." He stayed quiet. He didn't have anything to say because he knew you were right.
"How does it feel, Barnes? Fucking hurt, doesn't it?" You said staring at his face. You wanted him to hurt just like how you did, you wanted to hurt him. He flinched, his jaw clenching. You were glad he was in pain, it gave you satisfaction. You wanted him to suffer.
He stared at you, his blue eyes filled with pain. You ignored it and started walking toward the door.
"Wait! Y/N please. Don't go. Stay." He pleaded as he grabbed your arm, "I... I was a jerk. I was scared and stupid. And... I was a fool, I don't want this to be over…” He said while looking into your eyes with his blue orbs. “Please, Y/N, just let me fix this…”
"I wish it were that simple. But it's not. It's too late. I guess we were doomed from the start." You said and ripped your arm from his grasp. “You don't get to hold me anymore. Don't ever come near me again. I mean it." You said sternly.
He stood there, tears welling up in his eyes, helpless and uncertain, fully aware that he had messed up beyond repair.
You couldn't stand the sight of Bucky, it broke your heart as much you hate to admit it. It took all your self-control not to run into his arms and hug him. But you had to stand your ground, he hurt you and you had to show him how much it affected you.
You turned around and walked away, then you heard glass shattering behind you. You didn't have to look back to know that the mirror had broken. Bucky had punched the mirror in his anger and frustration.
You walked out of the door, slamming it behind you.
And with that, you left him standing there, alone and broken.
Couple weeks after that you avoided Bucky like a plague. You were trying to forget about him and move on with your life. You never look at him and whenever he was near you, you would use every excuse to walk away or leave the room. If you were stuck in a situation where you had to interact with him, you kept it professional and didn't engage in any unnecessary conversation. Your relationship with Bucky had always been strained right from the beginning, making it no surprise to the other Avengers. So, your growing distance and avoidance tactics went unnoticed.
Bucky was trying his best to keep his distance from you, far enough so you would be comfortable but close enough so he could make sure that you were safe. You knew he was still trying to apologize and fix things with you. You didn't understand why he was doing this, his words, his touch, the way he's looking at you. You didn't need his apology, didn't want his sympathy. You didn't need him. Not now.
Every time he saw you, he would always try to catch your eye, but you never looked back. It was a little hard at first, since he had to see you almost every day, but as time went by, you guys had less interaction because of missions.
Now you were allowed back into the mission field and you were craving it. It took your mind off Bucky and it helped you forget about him.
You didn't need him in your life.
You wanted nothing to do with him.
But he wanted everything to do with you.
He was desperate.
You had no room in your life for someone who couldn't decide where you stood. The push and pull was exhausting, the mixed signals maddening. You also have gotten your revenge, you should feel satisfied. But you weren't. Why weren't you happy?
After awhile you were back on your normal self and started to move on, not because you stopped caring, but you didn't feel the constant heartache anymore. You could think about Bucky and not start crying or break into a cold sweat.
Meanwhile, Wanda shared the news that the gifts for Vision had been a success. While you were genuinely happy for them, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep down.
One day after a long mission, you were watching TV in the common area when you saw the three musketeers walking towards you. They were laughing and talking. You paid them no attention and just kept watching TV.
Sam was the first to greet you, his friendly smile easing some of the tension within you. "Fancy seeing you here, YN. It's been a while." He settled down beside you, and you scooted over to give him more space, returning his smile.
You smiled, it had been awhile since you saw them, you were actually starting to miss him. You knew it wasn’t their fault what happened between you and Bucky, so you didn't treat him differently.
You were glad to see Sam again, he was the only one that was acting the same around you. Bucky looked over at your direction, and when you saw him you looked away from him.
"Yeah. Been going on missions with Nat." You replied, attempting to keep the conversation casual.
Sam leaned in a bit, "How's that going for you?"
"Really well. I'm learning a lot. Nat is amazing. She taught me some of those moves too. Not as great as hers, but good enough to defend myself," you responded, appreciating the opportunity to share a positive aspect of your life.
"Nice." Sam smiled.
Taking a seat on the chair next to the couch, Steve turned to you with a warm smile. "How are you holding up, Y/N?" Steve asked, you knew he was asking about your emotional well-being.
"Fine," you gave him a little smile.
The room descended into awkward silence. The three men were making an effort to engage in conversation, but your discomfort hung heavy in the air. You didn't want to be mean or rude to them; after all, they had done nothing wrong. But being around Bucky felt almost unbearable, a constant reminder of a painful past.
“We're here for you. If you ever feel like talking, we're all ears." Steve offered gently. "If you want to talk about it, of course. If not, that’s totally fine too."
Bucky tried to intervene, sensing that you were about to share something he might not want to hear. "Steve, don't—"
You felt a surge of frustration, and despite Bucky's warning, you decided to share your pain, partly to hurt him back. "Well, there was this one person," you began.
"Well, there was this one person..” You started, cutting Bucky off. You decided to share your pain, partly to hurt him back, staring at Bucky.
Bucky clenched his jaw and averted his gaze. You saw a flicker of pain in his eyes.
Sam chimed in, "There's always someone.”
"Okay, the truth is that I met a guy." You rolled your eyes, trying to mask your vulnerability with a dismissive tone. "It turns out, he wasn’t the person I thought he was. I thought he liked me, and, well…"
Sam prodded, "Well what?"
"He didn't like me. It was all a joke to him." You paused for dramatic effect, locking eyes with Bucky. "The guy was so cold-hearted, he even admitted that he used me, that I was just a mistake." Your words were pointed, meant to hurt, and your gaze bore into Bucky as you sought to inflict the same pain, he had caused you.
Sam was visibly uncomfortable. Steve's face fell. Bucky stared at the floor, his fists clenched.
"Oh. That's... that's unfortunate. I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Steve asked gently, concern etched in his voice.
"Yes. I'll be fine. It's not the end of the world. I mean, it hurts. But I'll live." You answered.
Sam's expression twisted into a mix of anger and empathy. "That's beyond messed up. If I were there, I would beat him up."
"Yeah," you replied, your tone bitter. "But, don’t worry I already paid him back.”
Bucky looked guilty, his expression mirroring the remorse he felt. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. He stayed silent, stayed silent, fully aware of the pain he had inadvertently caused you.
“Nice! This is why I like you, Y/N!” Sam nodded in understanding. "So, what's your plan now?"
"Moving on," you replied, your voice steady. "I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me sad."
"Good call," Sam said, his tone filled with assurance. "You're amazing, Y/N. Whoever ends up with you will be incredibly lucky. He doesn't deserve your attention. And here's the best part: when you find someone better and move on, he'll be left regretting ever hurting you. That, my friend, is the sweetest revenge."
You nodded, touched by his supportive words. "Thanks, Sam. You're the best."
The atmosphere gradually shifted back to normal as you grabbed a beer to pregame before Tony's party. However, you kept avoiding Bucky's gaze, your responses becoming short and distant.
While Steve was talking with Bucky, Sam leaned closer, his voice low as he whispered into your ear, "Maybe what you ordered worked after all."
You pulled away from him, narrowing your eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Sam smirked knowingly, "You know what I mean," he whispered back, his tone playful and suggestive.
"No, I don't." Your confusion deepened, genuinely puzzled by his words. You hadn't ordered anything, so what was he talking about?
The realization struck you suddenly, and you smacked his thigh in disbelief. "You did not!" The shock in your voice echoed around the room, leaving everyone stunned by your reaction.
Sam laughed heartily, "What? What did I do?" He feigned innocence, grinning mischievously.
"Come on, Sam, stop teasing her," Steve chimed in, giving Sam an amused yet admonishing look.
"I swear, man, I wasn't," Sam protested with a chuckle.
Natasha, always one to read between the lines, chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. "We all know you enjoy teasing the girl."
Sam looked genuinely surprised. "Damn, Nat, can you please not sneak up on me? I almost had a heart attack."
Natasha simply smirked, her response dripping with amusement. "You'll be fine." Her nonchalant remark only fueled the laughter in the room, leaving you momentarily flustered.
You were about to press Sam with more questions, but he managed to divert the conversation, addressing Natasha instead. "When's the party starting, Nat?" His timing seemed convenient, clearly trying to avoid further interrogation.
Natasha checked at her watch and then back at the group, "In about an hour or so, but I need to go now. I have some things to finish."
Ever the gentleman, Sam promptly stood up. "I'll help you, Nat," he offered, his tone earnest.
"That's sweet of you, Sam. Maybe I can find you a girl that likes bird costumes." She joked and the group laughed.
"Funny." Sam said sarcastically, then they walked away.
"Sam!" You called after him, but he continued walking, seemingly ignoring you. Frustration bubbling within, you raised your voice, "Get back here!"
Feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in your cheeks, you huffed in annoyance and sank back into your seat. The room fell into an awkward silence, and you shifted uncomfortably under the watchful gaze of Steve and Bucky.
You met their eyes, "What?" you snapped, but they only exchanged a subtle glance, their expressions unreadable.
Deciding you had had enough, you stood up abruptly. "Alright, I'm going as well. I need to start getting ready," you announced, trying to sound composed despite your frustration.
Bucky made a move to follow you, but Steve quickly caught his arm, holding him back. "No," Steve whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don't, not yet."
Time for the party, it was to celebrate the mission succeed. Tony arrived with Pepper, Wanda, and Vision. Then soon everyone gathered. He was keeping the party small though, only Avengers and close friends. It was a small party though.
In the midst of the party, as people bustled around grabbing food and chatting, you discreetly pulled Sam aside. "Did you know the inside of it?" you whispered.
Sam simply looked at you with a mischievous smile, "Umm no?" Sam teased, his grin widening.
Frustration tugged at you. "Ugh, come on, Sam. Just spill it," you urged.
He chuckled, enjoying your perplexity. "Yes, Y/N, guilty as charged. I was the one who accepted the delivery," he confessed, his tone lighthearted. Your playful annoyance was evident as you lightly hit his chest. "You weren't there. You've been MIA for the past couple of weeks.”
"Oh my god, Sam, you're a dick," you groaned, shaking your head at his antics. "That's rude, you shouldn't snoop around people's packages. It's an invasion of privacy."
"It wasn't on purpose, okay?" Sam defended himself, his grin unyielding. "I can read where it's from, and you don't need to be a genius to guess what's inside. So, yeah, I knew. And you know, it was really interesting to see the stuff you ordered," he teased, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. You just want to dig a hole and bury yourself.
As you both grabbed food together, you shot him a warning glare. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Don't worry, my lips are sealed," he assured, trying to be serious but failing to hide his amusement.
"It better be. If you tell anyone, I will kill you," you growled, half-joking but also dead serious.
"So, any plans with it?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Sam," you warned him, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Just saying. It's a very interesting device. It has so many settings and functions. It would make things easier," he continued, unable to resist teasing you further. "I'm sure it would come in handy," Sam chuckled, taking a bite of his food.
Your eyes widened in disbelief, feeling embarrassed. “Shut up," you hissed, wanting to hide and disappear, not knowing what else to say.
“Any guy would love it. If you know what I mean," he added, nudging you playfully and making you blush even more.
"You are making me uncomfortable," you whined, pouting like a child. "I am not talking to you anymore," you mumbled.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “It's perfectly normal. Don't be shy," he said, his words meant to be comforting but the smug smirk on his face was anything but. You groaned, wishing the earth would swallow you up right then and there. Dropping your face in your hands, hiding behind them.
“How did you know it was for me? I could've bought it as a present for a friend or family. And, you can't just accept someone else's package."
"Because you wrote your name on it," Sam pointed out, his expression playful. "You could've used a random name if it was meant to be a secret. And come on, I was the only one there. What was I supposed to tell the delivery guy? 'Hey, this package isn't mine, can you go back to the warehouse, please?'"
Taking a bite of your food, you couldn't help but chuckle at his logic. He had a way of making even the most awkward situations seem amusing.
Sam chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "So, you bought sex toys and lingerie as a present?"
You were about to answer him when Tony dinked the glass and said, "Hello everyone, thanks for coming here." He paused as everyone clapped. "Let's raise our glasses for all of us, may we have a great year." Everyone raised their glass and cheered.
Before everyone drink, Tony stopped us "Not you kid." He pointed at Peter, "You're not allowed to have alcohol, go drink some soda."
"Aww come on, Mr. Stark. I’m not a kid anymore." Peter protested, attempting to sound mature.
"No, and don't complain or I'll kick you out."
“Fine.” Peter rolled his eyes but left to grab a soda.
You smiled as you saw Pepper leaning against Tony's side. They looked happy. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at their public display of affection. You wanted that with Bucky. You sighed, looking down at the drink in your hand.
You were sitting between Sam and Bruce. Bruce was quiet most of the time and Sam kept talking to you and Bruce. You had fun and the food was great. You didn't really drink that much, you just had two or three drinks.
Across from you, Bucky's glances were hard to ignore. His expression was far from cheerful, but you relished in his irritation. Seizing the opportunity, you continued to emphasize your closeness with Sam, subtly trying to provoke Bucky.
Sam tapped you and leaned in again to whispered, "You still haven't answered my question."
You shot him a playful grin. "Didn't know you were so curious, Sam. Besides, I don't feel obligated to reveal my secrets."
"Touché, Y/N, touché," Sam replied, a smirk playing on his lips. " But come on, humor a man, will you?"
"Alright, how about this? I bought it for a friend," you responded casually. “They're just really shy about it."
Sam raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye, "Oh yeah, and does this friend have a name?"
"They do, but I don't have to tell you everything," you said with a smile.
Sam nodded, and smiled back, "You're right, you don't." You saw Bucky sat in front of you, looking like he was about to kill someone. You smirked on the inside, knowing it was working. "I'll tell you something though, they're pretty lucky to have a friend like you."
"Well, I am the best." You winked at Sam.
He was going to say something when the two of you were interrupted. "I need to talk to you," Bucky growled at Sam.
"I'm in the middle of a conversation, can't it wait?"
"No," Bucky responded, glaring at him.
You knew Bucky was jealous, you could tell by the look in his eyes, and you liked it. You smirked, "Yeah, Barnes. Don't be rude, you're interrupting us."
Bucky looked at you, and he could tell by the look in your eye, that you knew what you were doing, and were enjoying it. He clenched his jaw and staring at you.
Sam smiled, "It's fine, I have to use the bathroom anyway. Talk to you later?"
You nod, smiling at him, "Sure thing, Sam."
He got up, and you watched as he and Bucky walked to the other side of the room, talking quietly. You wished you knew what they were saying, but you had a feeling that it was about you.
"That was interesting," Wanda said, making you look at her.
"What do you mean? It was nothing."
She smirked, "You're an awful liar, and I can tell when you're trying to make a certain someone jealous."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Just a bit." Wanda smiled. "But he deserved it, he was being a dick to you, so you can have a little fun."
"Exactly."
"But remember, don't let it go too far."
You nodded, looking back at them. They were still talking, but Sam had his back to you, so you couldn't see his expression. Then he turned around and walked back towards you.
"Hey, I gotta go. Thanks for the chat, I'll talk to you later."
You smiled and said, "Oh where are you going? We could hang out more."
"I have work to do."
"On a Saturday?"
"Yes, the glamorous life of an Avenger," Sam quipped.
You sighed dramatically, a playful pout forming on your lips. "Fine, have fun saving the world."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Sam winked at you.
You scoffed, "Please, I’m not a child."
"Whatever you say," Sam said, laughing as he walked away.
Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh, focusing on your drink. It was clear that Bucky had a hand in this – he was the only one with any issue against Sam. But it seemed to work, because as soon as you started talking to Sam, you could see the anger in Bucky's eyes. You ignored him.
As the night wore on, the music grew louder, and the crowds began to dance. It was a great party. You were sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of whiskey. You didn't feel like dancing or partying, you didn't have the energy to do it.
You turned around and caught a glimpse of Steve and Bruce dancing with Wanda and Natasha. Then Bucky came beside you, his eyes focused on something. He was leaning against the counter, his back to you. A sigh escaped your lips, and you rolled your eyes discreetly, wondering why he continued to linger around you.
He finally glanced over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting yours, and he offered you a small smile. Just as you contemplated leaving, Bucky spoke up, "I see you're getting comfortable with Sam."
Not in the mood for an argument, you nonchalantly shrugged and responded, "He's a good friend."
Bucky's voice lowered, and he muttered, "A little too friendly, don't you think?"
You met his intensity with a nonchalant attitude, taking another sip of your whiskey. "So?"
"What do you mean, 'so'?" Bucky's frown deepened. "Can't you see? He's flirting with you and you flirted back. He’s all over you."
"And?"
"Why would you do that?!" He asked.
"I believe that's none of your concern, Barnes." You continued to sip your drink, maintaining your composure.
"I care about you," Bucky said quietly.
You snorted, turning your attention back to your glass.
Bucky shifted in his seat, turning to face you. He placed his hand on top of yours, causing you to flinch. "I mean it, Y/N. And Sam is my friend.”
Then you raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Am I not allowed to be friends with him? I don't have any problem with him."
Bucky's jaw clenched, his frustration boiling over, "Look, Y/N. You and Sam are getting very close. Friends don't do that. Do you know how he looked at you?"
A mischievous glint lit up your eyes as you prodded, "Oh, how is it? Tell me."
"Like he's about to jump you anytime," Bucky replied, his tone tense with disapproval.
"Is that a bad thing, Barnes?" you teased, your smile intentionally provocative, knowing it irked him.
"Of course, it is," Bucky snapped, his patience wearing thin.
You couldn't help but chuckle, finding his jealousy rather entertaining. As Bucky's patience wore thin, he snapped, "This is no laughing matter."
"Sure it is," you retorted, your voice light and teasing. "Why even care? You made it clear that it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing. So, perhaps I’ll fuck him next. It seems like he's interested." Casually, you finished your drink and set the empty glass on the counter. "Thanks for the heads-up." You turned to leave, but his hand shot out to your wrist, stopping you from getting up. Your gaze flickered between the metal hand and his eyes.
"The fuck you won’t." Bucky's voice was low, his expression hard, his jaw clenched tightly. “If he touches you, I’ll break his arm."
Instantly, you yanked your hand away, your eyes narrowing in defiance. "Don't touch me," you warned, your voice sharp with anger, setting a clear boundary against his possessiveness.
Bucky's blue eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don’t fucking touch him. Or anyone.” He leaned closer to you, your body tense. “Because, I'm the only one who should touch you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
You met his glare head-on. "And why would I do that? So you can break my heart again? No thanks. I'm not a toy that you can play with, and discard when you're bored.”
Bucky clenched his jaw, and grabbed your arms, pushing you against the counter. "No, I don't want to see you with him. You're mine."
With an exasperated sigh, you held his gaze, your patience wearing thin. You didn't want to continue this game of emotional tug-of-war. "Let me remind you, Barnes," you said, your voice steady but firm, "Last I check, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend. You made it very fucking clear that I was a mistake and you used me.”
You attempted to leave, but Bucky's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you closer. His touch sent an electric jolt through you, "Last I check, you belong to me when you were begging and squirming as I fucked you, doll. I can make you forget him, I can fuck you better than him. I'll show you how a man fucks his woman, doll."
His words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel your core pulsed. Goddamn it, why did he have this effect on you. Despite the undeniable physical reaction, you mentally reinforced your resolve.
“Nope. I learned my lesson. And did you forget about what I said to you? Don’t go near me," you replied nonchalantly. "Now if you'll excuse me." You tugged at your hand, wanting to break free, but he held fast.
He held your hand and pulled you back to him. "No," he said simply.
"Yeah, well, I'm done taking orders from you," you shot back, refusing to back down, though your heart raced in your chest.
"I'm not letting you be with him, Y/N," Bucky asserted, his voice low and possessive.
"That decision isn't yours to make," you declared, avoiding his gaze, aware that meeting his eyes might shatter your resolve.
"Why? What's the problem, Y/N?" he pressed, his frustration evident.
"Are you seriously asking me that?” You glared at him, “YOU'RE THE PROBLEM! YOU ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM BUCKY!" You yelled and his grip loosened, and you pulled away from him. You didn't care that the room had fallen silent, with everyone's attention now focused on your heated exchange. Unfazed by the sudden silence, you continued, "I'm tired of your excuses, your indecision, and your damn games. It's always one step forward and two steps back with you. I told you I’m done!"
"So you're done with me, and now you have Sam, so you'll follow him around?" Bucky's words were laced with bitterness and jealousy. "Who's next, huh? Steve? He's Captain America; you should fuck at him instead, climb him like a tree. Or better yet, maybe you can do all of us. Let us have a go."
Regret instantly washed over him as he realized how hurtful his words had been. "I'm really sorry," he began, "I didn't mean—"
But it was too late. Your anger boiled over, and without thinking, your hand flew across his face, the sharp sound of the slap echoing in the room. "What did I do for you to treat me like this?" you demanded.
"Is it because I joined the team because of my connection with Fury?" Your tone cut through the air like a razor. "I worked for this for years. I’ve fought, bled, sacrificed, and pushed myself to the limits, all to be an Avenger. I earned my place, damn it. Do I not deserve it? Why are you punishing me? Fucking tell me!”
You were beyond caring about the eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. 'Let them gossip,' you thought bitterly, your focus solely on the man before you.
“Sorry that life was hard on you, but don’t make it hard for anyone else either," you continued, "No, you know what? I'm not sorry. Life is shit sometimes, and that's just how it is. You have a right to be upset and have feelings, Barnes. But the way you treat people, the way you treat me like trash, that's not okay. It's not fair, and I won't stand for it any longer."
His jaw tensed, and for a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something. But you didn't give him the chance. "Oh, my bad. Feeling is a foreign word to you, right? Maybe they died when you fell off that train in the '40s."
He could only watch as tears welled up in your eyes, as his mouth moved but no words came out. He was speechless. He couldn't say anything, only guilt was evident on his face.
"Or maybe you forgot how they work. Since you been the Winter Soldier for so long, your emotions are a bit rusty. How does one even deal with feelings and shit when they're programmed to not have them? When they're forced to kill, hurt, and torture innocent people.”
Your tone was merciless, and you instantly regretted your words as you saw the hurt flash across Bucky's face. But you couldn’t stop, the dam had burst, unable to halt the torrent of pent-up frustration.
“They turn you into a weapon. Is that who you are, Barnes? A weapon, a monster without a soul. You've lost all your feelings, all that remains is a cold-blooded, heartless killer. The Winter fucking Soldier.” Your words spat out.
His jaw clenched, and his hands formed fists, his usual rage replaced by a profound sadness. "You’re right… I'm nothing but a monster..."
Steve stepped forward, trying to mediate the escalating tension. "Come on, guys, let's all just take a moment to cool down," Steve said, attempting to diffuse the situation.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his predictable attempt to intervene between you both. "Oh, no, Steve, there's no need to cool down," you retorted, "because there's no fire, except for the flames of my rage. Your best friend here is the one who started the fire."
"Y/N-" Bucky tried to say something, but his words trailed off, lost in the thickness of the charged atmosphere.
“I thought there was more to you than just the Winter Soldier, but every time I see you, you prove me wrong." But your fury was uncontainable, and you turned to face Bucky again, your eyes ablaze with righteous anger. "Stay the fuck away from me, Barnes. Don't come near me. Don't talk to me. Don't even fucking look at me."
Feeling the weight of your anger and frustration, you turned abruptly and rushed towards the exit. You were done, utterly fed up, unable to bear it any longer. Unbeknownst to you, tears slipped down your cheeks. With a swift motion, you wiped away the tears, refusing to let them further betray your vulnerability.
As you strode through the streets, lost in your thoughts, you found your mind drifting back to a time when Bucky had attempted to apologize. You were still so mad at him for what he'd done, you were not going to forgive him any time soon.
One night, you were sitting on the sofa in the common room, trying to focus on your book, when the door opened. You saw Bucky coming in and he stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you. You immediately got up, wanting to leave before things got bad.
But, of course, Bucky couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Hey, doll, how are you?"
You didn't answer, grabbing your book and trying to walk away.
He followed you, "Doll, can we talk?"
You were already walking down the hall when he said that, "I don't have anything to say."
"Then just listen, please." Bucky almost begged,
You stopped, sighing and rolling your eyes. You turned around, and crossed your arms, not wanting him to come near you. "I don't have to." You walked faster to your room.
"Please I'll do anything, just let me apologize, I'm begging you!" Bucky was following you still,
You turned around, "Why would I want you to do anything with you? Just leave me alone." You said, turning around and continuing walking.
"C'mon, Doll, I know you hate me, but let me apologize and explain myself.” Bucky said,
You didn't even bother looking at him and kept walking faster.
"Doll, just please," Bucky was starting to get desperate.
You got into your room and locked the door. He knocked couple of times but you ignored him. You put on your headphone and blasted the music. You could hear Bucky banging the door. You were ignoring him until he didn't go away. You turned the volumes up to a deafening level and tried to drown out his voice.
The memory dissolved abruptly as you felt a hand on your wrist, your reflexes primed for confrontation. You whipped around, ready to hit the person behind you, but the person behind you caught your fist. Your eyes flashed with anger.
"What the fuck do you want? Why are you still following me?" you seethed, your voice dripping with contempt. "Fuck off. You're the last person I want to see right now."
Bucky tightened his grip on your wrist, his eyes pleading with sincerity. "I'm so sorry. I know that's not enough, and it doesn't make it better, but I need you to understand how truly sorry I am. I can't bear the thought of losing you."
You scoffed, "Yeah, sure. Tell that to someone else.” you retorted, your tone laced with bitterness. "I'm sick of hearing apologies." You attempted to pull away, but he held firm.
"I meant it, Y/N." Bucky insisted, his voice earnest. "I'm telling the truth. I'm an idiot, and I made a stupid decision. I'm trying my best to make up for it."
"Go," you demanded, your voice breaking as your frustration boiled over. "I don't want to see you. Just leave me alone."
"Y/N, please…" Bucky persisted, his voice laced with desperation. He walked beside you, oblivious to the curious gazes from passersby. You stared around, people started to recognize him since he was the famous Winter Soldier. Even when he was wearing casual clothes, and not in his Winter Soldier uniform, his metal arm still drew attention.
You walked faster, wanting to get away from him. But he was faster. You didn’t want people to notice that the infamous Winter Soldier was following you, so you stopped. "Just leave me alone!" you yelled, your anger fueling your words.
As soon as you yelled, the bystanders gasped and started whispering amongst themselves. The last thing you needed was more drama and attention toward you. Embarrassment washed over you, and you turned to run, desperate to escape the public scrutiny. Bucky matched your every step. He reached out and grasped your hand, refusing to let you go.
In an attempt to break free, you fought against his hold, muscles straining with the effort. "Let go of me, Buck!" you protested, attempting to wrench yourself away from him. The crowd around you seemed to blur into a background hum as your focus remained solely on Bucky.
"Not until we settle this," he replied, his voice low and intense, his fingers tightening around your arms.
Your glare deepened, frustration boiling over. "There's nothing to settle here, Barnes. Now, let go of me. Before I make you," you warned, your tone sharp with anger and defiance.
A stubborn glint flickered in his eyes. "No." His grip tightened slightly, his jaw clenched with resolve. "Make me, Y/N," he challenged, his voice steady. "I know you're strong, so make me."
In a surge of frustration, you summoned all your strength and pushed against him with all your might. Bucky stumbled backward, losing his balance, and fell to the ground.
You stood over him, your voice laced with defiance. "There," you panted, your chest heaving with emotion, "I did it. I hope you're happy."
Bucky remained silent, but the bystanders, their eyes wide with disbelief, started recording the scene with their phones, capturing the unexpected sight of you standing tall over the fallen Winter Soldier. The urge to smash their phones surged within you, but you resisted, your focus solely on the man at your feet.
"Well, I'm going. You're making a scene,” you declared, taking your first steps away from the growing commotion.
"I just want to talk, doll." He got up.
"And I don’t wanna listen." Yet Bucky, refusing to let you go that easily, got up and followed after you, his footsteps echoing behind you. Your patience wearing thin, you spun around, your eyes ablaze with anger. "Stop following me you creep!"
Having had enough, Bucky seized you and pulled you into a nearby alley. He pinned your arms against the wall, a conflicted look in his eyes. "Let me go," you growled, straining to break free from his firm hold.
"You know that I can't. I won't.” Bucky replied, his voice tinged with remorse.
A surge of panic gripped you, "If you don't, I'll scream." Your threat to scream hanging in the air.
You were about to let out a piercing cry when Bucky swiftly placed his hand over your mouth. "Don't scream. Please," he implored, his eyes pleading with you. "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you."
In response, you bit down on his hand, but he didn’t flinch. "I know you're furious. You have every right to be. But I’m truly sorry.” Bucky's words poured out, sincere and raw. "Please just give me time to explain everything."
You maintained your glare, your eyes brimming with tears you refused to shed. And finally, Bucky released his grip on your mouth and hands, taking a step back, giving you room to breathe. His voice softened, carrying the weight of his regret. "Listen to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.”
You tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge, not that it did anything, the metal arm didn't even move. His eyes were begging, and he looked sincere, you wanted to believe him, but you couldn't.
"Go to hell! I hate you!" The dam finally broke, tears spilling over. You felt weak and vulnerable, consumed by anger and hurt. You then hit his chest, "I hate you!" Hit it again, "You're the worst!" Hit it again, "You fucking hurt me!"
You hammered his chest repeatedly to vent out. Bucky stood there, unmoved, letting you vent your rage on him. You were crying hard at this point. You were upset that he saw you like this, looking weak.
Then you felt tired emotionally, you stopped hitting him as you realized what a mess you're becoming. Your hands hurt because you were hitting him too much. He grabbed your wrists, "Doll you are hurting yourself, stop pushing me.. don't hurt yourself."
"You did it first! You hurt me, you broke my heart." You continued pushing him, "let go of me, please." You started crying harder, you couldn't see because of the tears and your head was throbbing.
You dropped down your gaze to the ground not wanting to see his face. You didn't know why he was acting like this, you were so fed up. "I don't want to see your face, Barnes. I can't believe you had the audacity to still show up in front of me. When you know that you're a horrible person who doesn't deserve to be forgiven."
He let go of your arms and you wanted to push him away but you were so tired, so exhausted. He placed his hand beside your head caging you in, you knew he was staring at you. "I know… I'm a monster. I know I didn't deserve you. I'm sorry… for everything."
You stayed silent and just crying, your heart aching at the memories. It was so painful.
"I don't expect you to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know. But I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of the things I said. I'm the monster, not you. You're everything good and I'm nothing." You continued to stay silent not wanting to give in.
You couldn't hold your emotions in anymore, so you just cried. He wiped your tears from your eyes and you shook your head not wanting him to touch you, you hated it, you hated that he was here. He sighed and removed his hand from your face.
You felt like he deserved it, he hurt you, and you want him to feel the pain. He stepped back a few steps, giving you space. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Doll." He apologized, "I'm a fucking asshole and a coward. I should have never done that."
"Please doll, don't cry… I'm really sorry… I shouldn't say those words. I shouldn't hurt you." You continued to cry, "Tell me what to do to make it stop."
"Just go away, Bucky." Your voice barely whispered.
"Do you really hate me that much, doll?" You nodded at him, "Will it make it better if I go away?"
You stayed silent, this was what you wanted, for him to leave. But why did you feel so hurt? You didn't answer him, you couldn't answer him.
Instead you just sobbed like a mess. "Y/N, please, look at me." You didn't, you were so tired of everything, you couldn't even lift a finger. You felt numb and just sad, it hurt so much.
"Please, doll. I'm a jerk, a horrible person. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.” He dropped down on his knees looking at you with sad eyes, begging. “Please. I need you. I can't lose you."
You were shocked, the most feared assassin in the world was on his knees, in front of you. He looked at you, and you just shook your head. He was being sincere and genuine, but you couldn't accept it. "I need you, please. Give me a chance, let me make it up to you. I beg of you, don't leave me." He was being sincere and genuine, but you couldn't accept it.
You were looking at him crying, not knowing what to do. There wasn't an excuse, nothing would make this better. You felt your heart break, seeing him like this made your heart ache. You had so much pain inside of you. You just couldn't.
"Bucky, just stop." You tried to made him stand up but he wouldn't. "Get up, this is stupid."
He shook his head, "Not until you give me a chance. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, I'm not even worthy of looking at you, but please, let me have a chance." He looked up at you with tearful eyes.
"Don't do this. You're making it worse." You said and he grabbed your hand, "If it means I get a chance, then I'm not getting up. Just please, tell me what I can do."
You closed your eyes. This is so wrong, he was so wrong, this is not right. "I can't do this, this is crazy." You closed your eyes tightly and sighed. You were conflicted.
He shook his head and cried, "I didn't know what came over me, I wasn't good at expressing my feelings, I don't know what else to say, except that I'm sorry.”
You scoffed, "And why do you think you have the right to say that, after all the shit you've done?"
He looked at you, and spoke, "Because, I was wrong, and I'm really sorry."
You didn't want to give in but he was looking at you with such an innocent expression, he looked so broken and helpless. "Sorry just doesn't cut it, Barnes.”
He was quiet for a moment, then spoke, "I know I don't, doll. I know I'm a monster. A murderer. I don't have a right to live." He said in between sobs, and you couldn't help but feel pity towards him. "I've given up all my hopes and dreams when I've been in the hydra. But you give me hope, doll. You give me dreams."
His eyes were filled with sadness, tears streaming down his face. "The minute I saw you, you were everything that was right. I didn't know who you were, and I had no idea how I was going to tell Steve, or anyone. I was afraid. So, I tried to stay away, but the more I was away, the more I missed you.”
Your heart beat faster, you felt something in your stomach. You couldn't describe it, you went to knelt in front of him, he didn't dare to meet your gaze. "Bucky, look at me.”
"I don't have the right, doll. I don't deserve to look at you." He said in between his sobs. “I'm a monster. I deserve to die, not to love."
"You are not a monster.” You placed your hand on his cheek, stroking it gently, hoping it would soothe him. “I’m sorry too for hurting you for all the things I said to you...”
He leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. "Please, don't apologize. It was all my fault. I caused this, I hurt you." He whispered.
"We both hurt each other, Bucky. We both fucked up.”
He still didn't meet your gaze. You held his chin and forced him to look at you. You cupped his cheeks, he looked so broken. You wiped his tears, and said, "Why did you say those things to me? Why you said I was a mistake? Why did you say you used me? Why Bucky?"
He took a deep breath and said “Because I was afraid that if I got close, I'll just end up hurting you. I always fuck up in the end somehow, look what I did. I'm such a stupid man. I'm an idiot and an asshole." He took your hands from his face, kissing them before placing them back to his cheeks. "I've never felt anything for anyone. I've never loved anyone, never been in love. Not until I met you. When I'm with you, I feel different. When you smiled at me, when you look at me, I feel that I could be a better man. I want to be a better man for you. You make me feel, you make me alive, you made me happy. You showed me a new life. You're everything I could've ever dreamed of. You're perfect and I don't deserve you."
His hand then touched your hand caressing it lightly, "I was really going to confess everything to you that night. I was going to tell you that I like you, and ask you if I can take you out, or if I can have the chance to show you how much you mean to me. That you make my heart beat fast, and how my whole body goes numb, and my skin tingles when I'm around you. I wanted to tell you that I love you, because I'm pretty sure that I do. But, when I was about to do it, I knocked on your door couple of times, but you didn't answer, so I thought that maybe you were already asleep. So I decided to wait until the next day.”
He took a deep breath before he continued. "That morning, I got a message from the victim's family when I killed them as winter soldier. They told me how they wished that I died instead. How they wished that it was me. And they said they had a daughter, and her name was Bianca. They said, she was beautiful and full of life. They said, if it wasn't for me, their daughter wouldn't have been murdered."
Your heart broke at his confession, but you stayed silent, listening to him, you couldn’t speak, not yet.
He confessed as he looked at you, his eyes filled with tears, and you couldn't help but cry too. "I felt so guilty hearing them said that. I was angry because of what I did. I was mad at myself, and I didn't want you to get involved with someone like me. I can't have anyone else get hurt. I don't know what I’ll do if anything happens to you."
You pulled him into a tight hug, and he clung to you. His arms wrapped around your waist. "I wanted to push you away, you deserve someone better. I thought, maybe if I was a jerk, you would stop liking me. But as soon as I realized, I regretted everything.”
You held him tighter, your heart aching for him. He sobbed quietly, burying his face into your neck. “I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking. You were never mine, but losing you broke me. It was so hard for me to keep myself away from you when all I want is to be with you. I know it, and I don't deserve you.”
"It's okay, I'm here." You rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
He broke the hug and looked at your eyes, "You have every right not to believe me, but please. Give me a chance. One last chance, and if you decide you still hate me, then I'll let you go. But please, please give me a chance to prove myself."
You didn't know what to do. He was broken, and he was begging you for a chance. It was the least you could do. You were conflicted, but your heart won over, you couldn't bear to see him on his knees like this. "Okay, Bucky. But first let's stand up, my legs are killing me."
He pulled you up, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you flush against him. "I won't disappoint you, doll. I promise. I will make it up to you, and if it takes me forever, then I'll do it."
You stood and looked at him, "Bucky, if we're going to do this. You must promise me, no more secrets. We have to be honest to each other. We have to learn to talk about our problems, and we have to try and understand each other. If you have something bothering you, don't push me away. Come and talk to me."
"Okay, I promise." He nodded, "Thank you, doll. For giving me a chance. I won't fail you." He pulled you closer, his hands gripping your hips, his eyes burning with lust.
You looked at him and smiled, he looked back at you and gave you a small smile. "But that doesn't mean I already forgive you. It's going to take some time, but I want us to work on this. Together."
"Yeah, I know. I will beg every minute if it takes.” His hands moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place. You both stood there in silence before he asked, "Doll, what are we now?"
"What do you mean?" You knew what he was asking but you pretended to not know.
"Doll, can I ask you out? Will you be my girl?"
You relished the moment, letting him wait with a playful pause. His nervous anticipation brought a smile to your face. "Yes, if you'll have me."
Bucky sighed in relief, "Finally!" A broad smile adorned his face as he hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. Laughter bubbled from within you. "Thank you, doll." He gently set you down, and you both stared at each other.
You then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was shocked at first, but soon his arms wrapped around your waist. He kissed back and it was the most passionate kiss ever.
You then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was shocked at first, but soon enough, he responded. You moaned into the kiss, your body melting into his embrace, and his arms circled your waist, pulling you closer.
His tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entrance. You parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside, tasting your mouth. Your tongue danced with his. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth. His hand found its way into your hair, tugging slightly, eliciting another moan from you. He pulled back and pecked your lips, smiling softly. "You're beautiful, doll."
You blushed and bit your lower lip, a smirk forming on your face. "You're not so bad yourself, sergeant."
He chuckled and shook his head, "You're making me blush, doll."
“Shut up, kiss me again.” You tugged his collar and pulled him closer, your lips colliding in a passionate kiss. You two had a lot to talk about, but that could wait. Right now, you just wanted to stay in his arms. You wanted him.
Bucky then grabbed your ass and lifted you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt the wall behind you and Bucky placed his metal arm on the wall.
You felt his erection rubbing on your center, and he started grinding his hips into yours. You felt him rub against you and moan into your mouth. "Ahh, Bucky."
You could feel him twitching through his jeans, and his metal hand moved from the wall, to under your shirt. He caressed your stomach and moved his hand upwards. Your heart was pounding, and you were excited.
He stopped the kiss and placed his forehead on yours. “Doll, can I?"
"Yes." You whispered.
His hand cupped your breast, and he groaned. “You drive me crazy, doll." He pinched your nipple between his thumb and finger. You moaned and he placed his other hand down your pants. You felt him pull your pants down, and he slipped his fingers in between your folds.
"Bucky."
"Doll, you're so wet." He groaned, and started to rub your clit. "So beautiful."
His metal hand continued to play with your nipples, and he used his left hand to start rubbing your clit faster. You started to moan louder, and Bucky put his other hand over your mouth.
"Shh, baby, be quiet. I don't want the others hearing." He smirked and removed his hand from your mouth. You bit your lip and his finger started to slide inside you.
"Please Bucky..."
"What do you need, doll?"
"You."
He grinned, "Are you sure? I mean we just made up."
"I'm sure, and plus I've already touched myself thinking of you."
Bucky groaned, "Oh god, that's so fucking hot. Tell me more."
"I was fingering myself and I was thinking about your dick, and how much I needed you. I was thinking of your cock filling me up."
"Oh god, fuck."
"But it wasn't enough, and it would never be enough. I needed your big fat cock to make me cum."
When things got intense, then suddenly you heard something fell down. You both froze and looked around, then Bucky let you go and you were back on your feet.
Then a rat came out, and you and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. You laughed, and you were blushing.
"Hey, don't laugh." He teased.
"That was a huge ass rat! What was it doing in here?" you exclaimed.
"Welcome to New York, doll. It's a rat haven." he chuckled.
“Ugh, gross." You laughed and shot him a playful glance.
Bucky responded by wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. "Shall we continue this somewhere more private?" he suggested with a mischievous grin.
"Thought you won't ask." You said, smiling. You kissed him and bit his bottom lip. He moaned and looked at you and smirked. "Lead the way, Sergeant Barnes."
"Anything for you, doll." He guided you outside the alley, holding your hands. As you walked down the street, you felt a nervous excitement. His hand in yours, palms sweaty, he squeezed your hand and shot a warm smile your way.
You couldn't believe that he was actually holding your hand, and he was being nice. You felt something in the pit of your stomach, a good feeling. The man you have been in love with for two years, the man who is now your boyfriend, and the man who is going to take you back home and make you scream his name.
"Wanda saw us you know in the gym, why did you lie about it?" You looked up to him and he averted his gaze.
Bucky face hardened, he looked annoyed, "She told you that?" You nodded in confirmation. He sighed, a conflicted look in his eyes. "I didn't want you to be embarrassed or feel awkward. I thought it was best to say no one saw us. I guess she's a rat, just like those in the alley," he gritted his teeth, frustration building.
You chuckled, "It was awkward, I mean I got blackmail by her into buying her sex toys." You were giggling but Bucky wasn't.
"She did that to you? I'll talk to her." Bucky's tone indicated he was ready to take matters into his own hands.
"No, no, it's fine. Really," you reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Don't be upset. And please, don't have a word with her. It's between me and her."
"Fine, baby. Only because it’s you who asked me.” He said.
You giggled and leaned up and kissed his cheek. Then Bucky called a taxi and opened the door for you. You blushed and thanked him. He climbed inside the car and sat close to you. He put his arm around your shoulders, and you laid your head on his chest.
The whole ride was silent. You noticed this wasn't the way to the compound, "Where are we going, Buck?"
He rubbed his thumb on your bare skin and you relaxed in his arms. "To my place."
"You have a place? But you live in the compound."
"Yeah, I have a place in Brooklyn. Just for me, no one knows about it, except Steve. I wanted some privacy and peace away from everyone. But, now you're going to know where I live, too."
"Oh, okay." You were so comfortable and calm that you fell asleep. You woke up to a gentle touch of a hand, stroking your hair.
"Wake up, doll. We're here." You arrived at your destination.
You lifted your head and looked at him sleepily. He looked at you and chuckled, "How can you be so cute and sexy at the same time, huh?"
You blushed and giggled, "Shut up."
"C'mon."
He took your hand and guided you inside the building. It was really nice, the hallway was bright and had a fresh scent. It was an old building, but it had a modern vibe. He opened the door and let you in.
It was a spacious studio apartment. The living room was open to the kitchen and the bedroom. "Wow this place is amazing."
When you turned around, Bucky immediately kissed you and his hands were cupping your face. You smiled as he kissed you and his tongue slid in. The kiss was hungry and passionate, you felt how much he desired you, you could taste him, smell him. He pushed you against the wall and his thigh was pressed between your legs, rubbing you through the fabric.
His body pressed up against yours. His thigh was pressed between your legs, rubbing you through the fabric. He let go of your hand and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. "Mhhh..." Your lips parted and his kisses moved to your neck. You were breathing heavily, moaning his name. His teeth nibbled at the skin and you grabbed his hair.
He moved his hands down your back and cupped your ass, lifting you up. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your arms were on his neck. He carried you to the bedroom, his hands were everywhere and you were moaning into the kiss.
He sat on the bed and you were sitting on his lap. "Let's not stop this time, okay?" He looked into your eyes.
"Yes, yes." God yes, it had been too long since you had his cock inside you and you desperately wanted him.
"Good girl." Bucky started kissing your neck and you moved your hips, trying to grind against him. You let out a moan and held his head, running your hands through his hair.
He started pulling off your clothes and you sat up and took off your shirt. Bucky stopped and was just staring at you. "What are you waiting for?" Your grip tightened around his hair.
"Sorry, just admiring the view." He pulled off his shirt, and then took his pants off. You stared at him, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. His body was chiseled and sculpted like a Greek God, and he was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
"Fuck..." You cursed as he unclasped your bra and began sucking on your left nipple and while his metal hand was kneading your right breast. He did the same to the other side. You were a moaning mess under his touch.
"Your breasts are so perfect, doll. Can't get enough of them."
You kissed him again and began grinding your hips against him. He then grabbed your hips and began grinding you back, you felt him getting hard, and you felt like you were going to explode soon. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were dark, lustful.
You then started to take off your panties. "No, leave them on. That's my job." He threw you on the mattress and got on top of you and started sucking and licking your nipples before he went down kissing your body. He was trailing wet kisses to your stomach. He took off your underwear and spread your legs.
Then he was on his knees, he kissed your inner thigh and made you whine. "So impatient, baby."
"Shut up."
He chuckled and then he was kissing the junction of your thighs and hips.
"Bucky, please!"
He smirked and then licked your slit. Your hands went to his hair and he was holding your hips. He was sucking your clit and licking your entrance. You were writhing under his touch. started licking your pussy, eating you out like a starving man.
"Holy shit... Bucky!" You were panting and he was going deeper and deeper. You couldn't think straight anymore. All you could think was his mouth on your pussy. His tongue was working wonders on your cunt. You were moaning his name and tugging his hair.
He inserted a finger and pumped slowly, making you gasp and moan. "Ah, Buck, feels good." Your breath hitched.
"I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my finger, Y/N." He said as he added another finger. You arched your back and whimpered. He sucked your clit and pumped his fingers faster.
His fingers were reaching places that you didn't know existed. He sucked harder and was now fucking you with his fingers. You could feel his metal finger and the vibrations were intense.
He curled his fingers and you arched your back. He was sucking your clit and licking, too. Your legs were shaking and he was holding your hips harder.
"Fuck! Bucky!" You couldn't take it anymore. You were so close. "I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, baby. Come on my face."
"Fuck! Oh god. Bucky!" You screamed as you came on his face. You felt him smile as he licked up all your juices.
When he was done, "That's it, doll. Good girl. Come here." He got on top of you and kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was making you even more horny.
He was kissing your face and lips. "I want to ride you properly now, Bucky."
"God yes, whatever the lady wants." He moved off of you and lied on his back, and you crawled on top of him.
You kissed his chest and his stomach, then you looked into his eyes as you were moving down on him. You were rubbing his cock between your folds. His hands were on your hips, squeezing and digging his nails in.
"Baby, please." You heard him whisper.
"Please, what, Buck?"
"Please, stop teasing me. I need you, now." He was looking at you, and his pupils were so dilated, you could barely see his beautiful blue eyes.
You lined his cock up with your entrance and sank on him, both of you moaning when he was fully inside of you.
"Jesus Christ, doll. You're so tight. And warm."
You put your hands on his chest and started moving up and down on him, slowly at first. He was squeezing your thighs and hips, helping you move.
"Shit! Oh, fuck!" You were bouncing on him now, and he was thrusting up to meet your hips. He was gripping your hips tightly. You started to bounce up and down, and your hands were on his chest. "You feel so good, Buck. You're stretching me out so well."
"Yeah? You're riding me like a champ, baby." He was breathing hard and grunting every time he was slamming into you.
"Ahh, Bucky, yes!" You were biting your lips and throwing your head back, and Bucky was thrusting up.
"Mmm, you like that, sweetheart?"
"Yes! Harder!" You closed your eyes, he felt so good inside you.
"Look at me, baby. Look at me, while I'm fucking you."
You opened your eyes and you were bouncing faster, and he was thrusting his hips faster, too. He was hitting your g-spot and you were getting closer to your orgasm. You were squeezing his biceps. "I've been waiting to fuck you properly since our last time. Couldn't wait to make you scream my name, doll."
"Then do it, make me scream, Buck"
"I will, doll. I promise." You were slamming into each other now, both of you close. You felt his finger touching your clit. "Ahh, you look so pretty when you're riding me, doll. Look at you. So fucking perfect. You're gonna make me cum."
He was looking at you with lust in his eyes. You grabbed his metal arm and sucked on his fingers. You started to suck harder, and you moaned.
He started thrusting harder and faster, the bed was hitting the wall. His hand went to your clit and he started rubbing fast. His other hand kneaded your breasts. You moved even faster and you were getting close, "Buck, you're so good. I'm close."
"I know, I can feel it. You’re doing so good for me, doll. Fuck, doll. Can I come inside you? Please?"
"Yes! Yes, please, come inside me, Buck."
You were screaming his name and digging your nails to his chest. His hand left your breast and was gripping your hips hard. You knew it was going to leave bruises. You were bouncing faster and your orgasm hit you like a truck.
"Oh god, Bucky!" You screamed his name and collapsed on his chest.
"I'm gonna fill your tight pussy up, baby."
"Please, Buck, please."
"FUCK! Y/N! Take it all, baby. Take it." He was filling you up, and you could feel him twitching inside of you.
"Yes! That's it. Fill me up, Buck."
"Jesus." You were both panting and trying to catch your breath. You were resting your head on his chest, and you could hear his heartbeat. He then flipped you over, so you were under him. You felt him that he was still hard, and he was looking at you with a grin. "Can you handle another round, doll? Or are you too tired?"
You smirked and raised your eyebrow. "Are you challenging me, Barnes?"
"Maybe."
"Let's see how long you can keep up, sergeant."
"I can do this all night, doll. How about you?"
"Oh, I'm just getting started."
"Good, 'cause I'm not finished with you yet." He smirked and moved over you.
"You're in for a wild ride, Barnes."
"Bring it on, doll." He pulled your legs and you were in a mating press position, with him towering over you.
"Show me what you've got, soldier."
"Oh, I'll show you." He pulled your legs and you were in a mating press position. He was teasing you with his tip and you were moaning loudly. You were already so sensitive, you were ready to cum again.
"Tell me you want it."
"Yes. I want it! I want you, Bucky."
"Beg me, doll."
"Please. I beg you, please fuck me."
"Who owns you?"
"You do. Only you!"
"Good girl." With that, he entered inside you in a swift motion and buried himself to the hilt and you screamed. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, and make you forget everything."
He was holding your legs and spreading them more. You were a moaning mess underneath him. He pounded into you so hard, and you were gripping the sheets. Your orgasm was approaching and he was holding your hips hard. You were sure he was going to leave a mark.
"You're not gonna walk after I'm done with you." He was thrusting faster and harder. You were a mess, you were sweating and panting. He was rubbing your clit and pumping into you. He was kissing your neck and you were screaming his name.
Then, he was thrusting fast and rough, and kissing your face. He was nipping your neck and biting. You were leaving marks on his back, and he was gripping your hips.
The way he thrusts his hips, it was like he was a fucking machine. He was a man of his word, and you weren't going to walk tomorrow. He was grunting and groaning and kissing your neck.
He was now pounding so hard into you, and your breasts were bouncing. "You love when I fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes, Bucky. Yes, I do. You're stretching me out so good, Bucky. Don't stop."
"Oh, I'll fuck you until the morning, baby." He was now fucking into your g-spot and his vibranium hand was rubbing your clit.
"Fuck! Bucky, I'm gonna come again!"
"Cum for me, doll. Be a good girl."
"Fuck, Bucky." He gave few more thrusts, and you were seeing stars. You were coming hard and screaming his name.
You were both panting, and Bucky was trying to catch his breath. "Holy shit, doll."
"Yeah, that was amazing."
He lifted his head, and looked at you. "Was? I'm not done, yet."
"What?! Bucky, we can't do it anymore. I already came three times. I can't go again."
"Awww, is my little kitten too sensitive, huh?" He teased you as he lightly slapped your pussy making you yelp.
"Stop it." You said, still sensitive, “Please…”
"Well, we're just getting started. I meant when I said I'm going to fuck you until the sun rises." He flipped you over and he was kissing your back. "Your body is so perfect, baby."
His hands were rubbing and squeezing your ass cheeks. "I want to take you from behind, baby. Can I do that? I want to see that pretty little ass.”
"Mmmmm, fine."
He slapped your ass and you moaned. "Such a good little kitten." He slapped your ass a couple more times, and you moaned. "Now, I'm gonna make you purr like a kitten."
He grabbed a handful of your ass and spread your cheeks. He was teasing you with his tip, and you were pushing your ass against him. "Such a horny kitten, you are." He slowly pushed his cock into you, and you were moaning. He grabbed your hips and started to thrust. He was fucking you slow and deep. But then, he was moving his hips faster.
You were lying on your stomach, and Bucky was pounding into you hard and fast. You were screaming his name. "You're all mine, baby."
He gripped your hair yanking you into pulling you into a kiss. You opened your mouth and his tongue slid in. He explored every inch of your mouth. Your tongues wrestled for dominance, and he won.
"That's it, doll." He was fucking you so hard, he was slapping your ass, and was holding your hips. His dick was hitting all the right spots. You were a moaning mess, you couldn't form words. He was fucking you hard and fast.
The slapping noises were getting louder and the bed was squeaking. His hands started to pinch your nipples making you scream his name, the pleasure was too intense. "I'm close, baby. Let's cum together."
He then continued pounding and you could feel his dick twitch inside. He was grunting and panting. “FUCK, Y/N!” He then came, filling you up. His cum was dripping out of your pussy. He was still inside you, riding out his high.
He pulled out of you but then you noticed he was still hard. "Buck, how are you hard again?!"
He chuckled, "You're the one who made me like this."
You were mesmerized by his stamina but also scared at the same time. He got in between your legs and kissed you passionately. He was kissing down your body and leaving a trail of wet kisses.
“Fuck… Ah… Bucky I can’t… Not anymore.” You were so sensitive and spent, you have came so many times.
"Your moans say otherwise, doll." He grinned as he took his cock and lined it to your entrance and entered you without warning once again. You screamed and gripped his biceps.
He was thrusting his hips faster and hitting your g-spot. You were both moaning loudly, and saying each other's names. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart." You were a sweaty mess and Bucky was gripping your hips.
He was pounding into you and he was so big, it felt like you were being ripped apart. But, you loved the pain. You were scratching his back and leaving marks. You were both leaving bruises on each other's body.
"Fuck, Bucky. Ah, yes!" He was pounding into you and you were moaning loudly.
"That's it, doll. Moan for me."
He was thrusting deeper and harder. Your hands were roaming around his body. You were touching and squeezing every part of him. You cried out as he increased his speed. "Fuck Bucky i can't..." you couldn't come anymore, you were overstimulated.
"Yes you can doll, I know you can." He rubbed your clit faster with now his teeth bit your nipple, “Fucking give it to me, doll.”
You cried out and came all over his cock. "That's my good little kitten." He praised.
But he wasn't done with you yet. You felt so much pleasure and pain, but it felt so good. Bucky thrusted faster and harder, his thrusts were deep. He slammed into you and started thrusting even faster and deeper.
"Shit. Bucky, ahh..." You gasped when his hand found your neck and he squeezed. His grip tightened and he began pounding you harder. You were moaning his name over and over again. You could feel every inch of his thick, long dick, and it was filling you so good.
He then leaned down and was fucking you deep. His metal arm was wrapped around your waist and the other one was choking you. He was sucking and licking your breasts. You were moaning uncontrollably. "Fuck, I'm so close. Let's come together, come to me one more time."
"I can't, Bucky! It's too much." You whimpered. “Please, no more.” You were begging him, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“You can do it doll. Show me what a good girl you are.” He pounded to you faster, his thrusts becoming erratic as he pistoning you in and out.
You were a sweating mess and you couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Holy shit, oh my god, ahhh, fffuck, ahh, ah, mhh, ohh, shit."
You gripped the sheets and screamed his name and you were shaking uncontrollably. Your vision went white and your ears rang. You felt your body go limp. You couldn't move. Your body was overstimulated and tired.
Bucky continued thrusting and you felt him twitch inside you. You both cried out each other's names as you came together. Bucky got off you and laid next to you, pulling you close to him.
You felt so sleepy afterwards, you were spent. He then cleaned you both up before he snuggled with you. "How are you feeling, baby?" He asked.
"Like I can't feel my legs."
He kissed the top of your head and laughed. "Sorry about that, doll."
You chuckled. "Don't apologize. That was the best sex I've ever had."
He held you close and kissed you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair and he cupped your cheek. As you laid there with him, “I’m sorry Bucky for what I did to you back then on the gym, I took advantage of you… I-“
Bucky stopped you with kissing you. “I know doll, you don’t have to apologize. Like you said, we both hurt each other. Let’s not from now on okay? I promise I’ll be the best version of myself and no more hiding from you.”
You smiled at him, “I would like that.”
Bucky then kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N.”
You couldn’t believe your ears, he said it again, “I freaking love you. I've fallen for you ever since the day you helped me out at the hospital and you didn't judge me, you treated me with nothing but respect when I treated you horribly. You have a heart of gold and I'm just glad I was able to finally tell you my feelings. I'm sorry for the way I treated you before, I was just scared to let you in but now I want you in my life, you make me feel safe and loved."
He cupped your cheeks, "Please stay with me. Don't let go of me. I'm begging you to be mine, just mine. Only mine. And I will give my whole life for you, just to be with you, to make up for the time we lost. You are all that I want and all that I need. You are the one for me. If I can't be with you, I don't want to be with anyone else. Please let me take care of you and treat you like the angel you are."
He leaned down and pressed his lips on yours as he whispered, "Be mine and no one else's. Please..."
You felt tears in your eyes, this time it was tears of happiness. "Yes...yes Bucky...I'll be yours. I'm all yours." You went to kissed him but soon the kiss deepened. You moved on top of him as he squeezed your ass and you grinded against him.
Bucky broke the kiss and groaned, "Doll, we have to stop." He put his hands on your waist, trying to slow your movements. Bucky bit his bottom lip. "Or I’m going to get blue balls for the rest of the night."
Your eyes went to his cock seeing it starting to get hard once more. You chuckled and got off him. Bucky laid on his side as you snuggled next to him, "You're right."
Bucky kissed the top of your head, "Thank you, doll. Thank you for loving me. For being my girl and only mine."
"You are welcome, and thank you, for making me yours." You snuggled close to him.
He pulled you closer and caressed your cheeks, "You are perfect, just perfect."
He pulled the sheets over you, so you didn't get cold. You yawned and closed your eyes as you held Bucky's hand and drifted off to sleep. "Sleep well, baby."
You smiled, “Good night, Bucky.”
You were happy, and he was happy. This was all you ever wanted, and it seemed like everything was going well.
But, you still have a problem, a big one. Your friends and the Avengers. They would definitely freak out.
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