Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?
A/N: I wrote this so long ago that I forgot that there was (terrible) smut. So that was a nice surprise for the proof read. Anyways this is the last actual chapter of this story other than the epilogue which is insane! My biggest series yet and it’ll be over next week. Such sadness. Feedback would be much appreciated, tell me what you want to see/read. What characters do you like to read? TELL ME!!! Please. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist
Story:
Gasping frantically for air. That's what becomes clear first. Then noise. I hear anger in India's voice, her heavy breathing and another voice… my neighbour Phil. He tells India to stay down while having a conversation with someone else over the phone.
“Phil?” I croak, pushing myself up from the ground (my arm really hurts, was I dropped?).
“Y/N thank God, are you alright?” I blink quickly under the bright lights, Phil's face becoming clear. He's got India on the ground with her hands behind her back, holding her down easily with one hand whilst on the phone to presumably the police with the other. Is he like a secret agent or something? I always thought he was behind a desk somewhere filing taxes.
“I'm good, what happened?”
“Well I heard there was a bit of a struggle so I came out here. You were nearly purple and this one had you by the neck. I jumped her from behind and the police will be here in five minutes.” Phil explains the situation like he's telling me about any old mundane day's activities.
“But… how did you… what…?” I mumble parts of questions, my mind still a mess partly shrouded in fog.
“What I do for a living is classified Y/N. Let's just say what I do means that this was easy.” What?! My neighbour has been working for some undercover super secret agency and I didn't know. Well, of course I didn't know but I should have been able to guess right? I don't know. Thunderous steps coming up the stairs steal my attention away from my own muddled thoughts.
“Y/N, oh my god!” Bucky nearly trips in the last step as he races towards me, pulling me up on his knees into a hug.
“Well you're not the police.” Phil remarks, going back to checking his phone.
“What happened here?” Bucky looks around the hallway at the broken plant pot and of course India on the floor.
“It's a long story.”
The cops arrive shortly after Bucky. The two uniformed officers give Phil a look of bemusement as he hands India over to them.
“You're gonna regret this, both of you! Barnes and Rogers is finished once HYDRA hears about this.” She seethes, spitting on the ground by Bucky's shoes as she's taken away in handcuffs. I hug into Bucky's side, not wanting to hear anymore, as he puts one arm around my shoulders.
“It's okay doll, she's gone.” He kisses the top of my head as he reassures me.
“Hopefully she shouldn't be bothering you guys again. I'd maybe get a restraining order in place though to be safe.” Phil advises, dusting his hands off on his jeans as he watches the officers leave down the stairs.
“Maybe we should get one for Caroline too to be safe.” Bucky adds.
“How did you know Caroline was involved?” I look up to him, brows quirked.
“She came to my apartment uninvited- wait, how did you know?”
“India mentioned it earlier. Before she tried to strangle me.” my hand goes to massage my throat subconsciously, the memory of my near-death experience seared deep into my brain. I don't want to go to court for this- I never want to see India or Caroline ever again if I can help it- but if that's the price of my safety I will do it. If it keeps us both safe I'll be there tomorrow ready to testify.
“Right, are you two alright?” Phil turns to us.
“Yeah, thank you Phil… for everything.” I smile at him. Bucky shakes his hand and says his own thanks before kissing the top of my head and squeezing me closer.
“I think we need to talk, don't you?”
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Bucky runs a hand over his face and through his hair, the seat creaking as he leans back and takes a breath.
“Why didn't you speak out, someone could have helped- I could have helped!” He reaches for my hand and I let him take it limply.
“I was scared, Bucky! I didn't know what they were going to do if I told anyone. I didn't want them to hurt you.” I look into those gorgeous eyes of his, now brimming with tears from my confession.
“They hurt you though… and that's enough to hurt me. I care about you Y/N…” he looks down to our joined hands and I feel a droplet fall on my palm. His words from earlier in the day come floating back around in my mind and I fight the lump in my throat to get my words out.
“I think I love you too.”
“What?” He looks up sharply. His eyes are wet but he isn't actually crying any longer- is that a good thing?
“You said it. Earlier. I didn't want to say it back because... I was mad and I thought you were just saying things and… yeah. But I do think it too. I… love you, Bucky.” I sigh with a shy smile. Oh God please say something soon.
“You… you do?” He breaks out into a grin.
“Yeah, I do!” I reciprocate his smile, a laugh escaping me. To my complete surprise, he leans forward very quickly and plants his lips onto mine, day old stubble tickling my nose. It's brief. He pulls away as fast as he came in, muttering sorry over and over again.
“That was way too forward I'm sorry.” He lets go of my hands and starts to fiddle with his watch. I must be mad. Our just suddenly full of confidence, I don't know. I get off my bar stool and stand between his legs, his hands automatically going to hold my waist. I can feel the warmth of them through my dress and it feels good, familiar. It just feels right. Hands cupping his face, I lean closer
“I like forward.” I say and I lean in for another kiss.
The stool quickly becomes uncomfortable so we move to my couch, stealing kisses and bumping into the side table as we stumble backwards to the cushion covered three seater. I reach behind me and blindly throw cushions onto the floor before falling back into the seat and pulling Bucky with me. Giggling, I get into a comfortable position while he sheds his jacket. He hovers over me, muscular arms either side of my head with just enough weight on me not to crush me, leaving kisses across my neck and collar bone. I pull his head up to kiss his lips, desperate to feel his touch. When I let go, he moves down again, further down my body. He caresses me with his hands as he goes down painfully slowly with his eyes trained on my reactions the entire time. I can feel the heat of his breath when he reaches the hem of my dress and stops. I give him a nod, not ready to plead just yet, and he goes ahead, hooking his fingers around my pants and pulling them down my legs. They get discarded somewhere on the floor, I don't really care where. With almost desperation now, Bucky hikes my dress up to my waist revealing my naked lower half. He wastes no time to place his lips onto my pussy sending electricity up my spine.
“Oh God!” I gasp loudly. Bucky hums a laugh of approval making me tingle all over. He licks a stripe, catching that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I have to grab onto the edges of the couch to stop myself from being too loud. This only spurs him on further and he licks and kisses my wet folds until I'm breaking a sweat and moaning obscenely. “Bucky, I think I'm nearly gonna-” my words get lost in my own arousal. As I feel like I'm about to explode from pleasure, he stops and comes back up my body, back to kissing my neck- that little bastard did it again!
“Not yet Y/N.” He grins triumphantly, lifting me up onto his lap. I take my turn to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, making it absolutely certain that there will be marks in the morning, as he pulls the back zipper of my dress as far as it will go and unhooks my bra. I feel it go slack and fall down to my elbows, my breasts peaking out from the top of my dress. Need and desire burn within me too strong to stand this barrier so I stand up from the couch and let my clothes fall to the floor, kicking them to the side leaving me completely naked in front of Bucky. I'm about to jump back on him but he gets up too. He lifts me up and makes a line for the bedroom, one hand on each asscheek with my legs wrapped around his waist as I continue to kiss his lips and jaw. Well hello, I don't suppose that's your phone in your pocket Mr Barnes.
Once in my room, I know exactly what I want to do. Bucky puts me down on the bed but I immediately get up again and nudge him back to sit down.
“You ain't getting away that easy Barnes, now sit back and relax.” I silence him with a finger to his lips, trailing this finger down his chest to his belt buckle. It comes undone easy enough and I pull it from the loops, dropping it to the floor with showmanship. I then move to his zipper and button, undoing them quite slowly before palming him through his underwear. He breathes deeply, gasping when I pull out his hard cock and massage it up and down. At first, I place a gentle kiss to the tip, looking up briefly to see him lost in bliss. I then drag my tongue slowly up the shaft and to the tip before taking him into my mouth, only a couple of inches at first then bobbing my head back up. I repeat the motion, taking in more this time, then again, to the point that I feel my gag reflex kicking in. Eyes watering, I keep moving my mouth up and down increasing the pace. Bucky tangles his fingers into my hair, tightening his grip when he gets closer to letting go.
“Wait Y/N-” too late. He cums into my mouth and I swallow with ease. Bucky cries out, a shuddering mess on my bed. Payback is sweet (and a little bit salty).
Bucky recovering from his high laid on my bed, I nip to the bathroom to swill some mouthwash around my mouth and grab the fresh box of condoms from my cupboard. He's sat up when I come back, his eyes following me. I toss the box to the head of the bed and retake my seat on Bucky's lap. I kiss him slowly, reaching for the hem of his t shirt and breaking apart to lift it over his head- those pecs will be the death of me one day. He lifts me off of him smoothly and stands to pull his jeans down. Before he can take off his boxers, I stop his hands, pulling him onto the bed. On top again (I'm starting to like the view from this angle), I straddle him, moving my hips slightly against his erection as sucks right below my ear. His boxers take some tugging from here but eventually side down his legs, meeting their fate with the rest of his clothes. I grab the box and rip it open, condoms flying everywhere, grabbing one of the packets from the bed. Bucky watches me slide it down his length and holds my waist as I lower myself onto him. Biting my lip, I use Bucky's solid arms to lift myself up and back down again. I begin to bounce at a steady rhythm, enjoying every aspect of this position.
“Fuck…” Bucky groans, his hands holding my waist tighter. I start to go faster (with his help) and feel my toes curling as I get closer and closer to euphoria. “Fuck Y/N/N…” his exclamations spur me on, sending a tingle through my body. Faster still I go, really feeling the burn in my thighs (man, this is a real workout). The coil in my abdomen is wound so tightly it's becoming impossible to ignore.
“Oh fuck!” My orgasm crashes into me like a mighty wave. Bucky follows closely behind, his sporadic pace ending with a moan of my name.
Once cleaned up, we lie in each other’s arms in content silence, allowing sleep to come to us after such hard work. I snuggle into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow, thinking he must be asleep after being still for so long. He squeezes his hand on my arm and places a kiss on my head.
Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Wanda, Natasha, Caroline (Ofc)
Warnings: Fluff, angst, language
Word Count: 2.2k
Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?
A/N: Actually got the day right this time, well done me. This part is a super exciting one so you can imagine the drama already mwahaha. Go on, read it, it’ll all be fiiiiine xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist
Story:
I feel like a fancy socialite or something like that. My dress arrives at 12pm along with a small team of makeup artists and hair stylists for myself and Wanda- I wasn’t exaggerating when I said this benefit is a big deal. She squeals like a child being handed a lollipop at the sight of our own beauty crew. We welcome them into my apartment, far from ready in our dressing gowns and with our freshly washed hair in towels on our heads, offering soda and chips to them all. They get straight to work, styling my hair in a loose low bun with curled strands of hair hanging loose around my face and doing a classy makeup look on my face complete with a dark red lip to match my dress. Wanda looks stunning with a strategically messy side braid and golden eyes. With some help, we both get into our dresses and are ready for the benefit. The dress is even more beautiful than I remember, or maybe I just look the part now in it, and Wanda looks like an actual Disney princess in her gold satin dress. We’d better not keep our princes waiting.
“Oh my God, Y/N/N!”
“Wow!” Wanda and I stand open mouthed at the two black limousines parked outside my apartment building. A blacked out window rolls down to reveal Bucky with a wide grin and perfectly groomed hair. Like a true gentleman, he gets out to hold the door open for me.
“Vision is in the one behind for you, Wanda.” He smiles as I take his hand and slide inside. Wanda gives me a wide-eyed look of excitement before heading for her own ride.
“Well this sure is fancy.” I laugh as Bucky gets in next to me and places a quick kiss on my cheek before motioning to the driver to go.
“You look… stunning, Y/N.”
“Well thank you,” I smile shyly at the floor, “You clean up pretty well too.”
“Thanks, I showered and everything.”
“For me? How sweet.”
“So… how do you want to do the little red carpet? People know that you’re my plus one but they don’t know you’re my date.” Bucky asks, his thumb moving back and forth over my knuckle and an intent look in his eyes. I’d love nothing more than to walk out with Bucky’s hand on my waist and answer ‘yes’ to when the interviewers ask if we’re an item. But is it too soon? Should that matter?
“What if we leave them guessing?”
“How so, doll?” a mischievous twinkle shines in his eyes.
“We just act like ourselves and when they ask, say nothing. It can be our little secret from everybody.”
“I like the sound of that…” Bucky sidles up closer to me, leaning in for a kiss.
“Sir, we’re just pulling up outside now.” startled, we break apart as the driver announces our arrival from behind the dividing screen. I guess it’s showtime.
“Over here, Y/N!”
“Y/N, look this way!” photographers shout from all directions as flashes of light dazzle my eyes. I find myself disorientated and struggling to find where to go but Bucky is right there on my arm, guiding me along the carpet and all the way into the venue.
“Mr Barnes! Mr Barnes!”
“Mr Barnes, are you dating again?” Reporters try to stop us and ask questions but we don’t stay around long enough to listen.
“You okay?” Bucky cups my face in one hand the moment we’re out of sight from everyone. Breathing heavily from nearly running in heels, I lean up and kiss his grinning lips.
“I’m good.”
“What d'ya say we go find some champagne and join this party?”
“I like the sound of that.” I turn and look to the bustling grand hall that is the location for the benefit this evening- it's decked out in lavish purple drapes and arrangements of orchids with many round tables for guests. So this is what it's like being a millionaire.
Wanda and Vis walk over to our table a few minutes after we sit down, taking complimentary champagne from a passing waiter and marvelling at the huge setting for our dinner this evening. It's odd seeing people from the office all dressed up and getting quite tipsy- especially Clint and Natasha over on the other side of the table sharing one chair. Seems like some people really don't shy away from PDA.
“I thought that sort of thing was for after dinner.” Bucky leans in to whisper in my ear, fake innocently. I bite my lower lip to stifle my laughter causing Bucky to tighten his grip on my knee ever so slightly, “You're driving me crazy with that, doll.”
“Mr Barnes… I thought that sort of thing was meant for after dinner.” I giggle back into his ear. He's insatiable sometimes. Not that I'm complaining.
“You really do look beautiful tonight. Not that you don't normally look beautiful- you look amazing all the time- I just meant-”
“You're too sweet sometimes, you know.”
“I mean it.” He catches my eyes and hold my gaze, a mysterious look sparkling behind them. Is it too soon for the L word yet? I don't want to sound desperate.
“Ahem, Y/N?”
“Yes… Wanda! Hey, yes… what's up?” being pulled back down to earth is not a good feeling.
“I just thought I should point out that if you two want to stay a secret, you should probably leave the giggling until you're not surrounded by everyone you know. People are staring.” Oh God, I forgot- people. So far things have been quite innocent but people talk and speculate and spread gossip. People can't be trusted. Now is not the time for all of my colleagues, Bucky's entire staff, to find out about our relationship which is still in its infancy; how do you explain things if they don't work out. I hate to be cynical but the thoughts are always there.
“Shit, she's right doll. We… we shouldn't. But later?”
“Definitely later.”
Avoiding the stares of disapproving colleagues, Wanda and I split from our dates for the evening to go to the open bar (which is heaving with people, wonder why). Yes, there are waiters weaving their way around the hall to serve tipsy guests bucketfuls of more champagne but if you want something other than overpriced fizzy wine you must make the journey to the much too small bar. And I want my trusty old friend red tonight.
“So, you guys looked like you were getting pretty serious over there.” Wanda casually brings up me and Bucky when we finally make it to the bar.
“Not just yet Wanda, it's still early days.” I brush her off while trying to ignore the crush of people pushing into my back.
“So you're telling me that if he said the big l-o-v-e right here and now, you'd run for the hills?” Umm… No! I'd probably jump his bones and show him just how much I love him too. But she doesn't need to know the details.
“I… wouldn't be against it…”
“Really!?”
“Here you go, ladies.” The bartender slides one glass of red and another of white wine over to us with a clearly fake smile- who cares, we have wine now!
“That's amazing, Y/N/N! You two are clearly in love with each other, why not make the leap of faith?” It's like she can see my thoughts. Quietly thinking of a response that isn't just a polite smile, I turn slowly back to the tables with my glass in hand only for a man to come stumbling backwards into me. Cold red alcohol splashes back at me, running down my chest and soaking into the bodice of my dress. Fan-fucking-tastic!
“It's not coming off! Can you hand me another tissue?” I dab at the damp material of my dress like a mad person- I'm not even sure why, it's hardly visible. Red on red, how convenient? My dress is sticking to me and it's irritating, that's all.
“Here you go.” Wanda hands me a fresh tissue with an empathetic look. Luckily the wine didn't splash on her dress, it would've been completely ruined, so at least we have that small silver lining I guess.
“Is it noticeable?” I turn with a sigh, my hands raised in a low effort ‘ta-da’ motion.
“To be quite honest, I can't even see it Y/N/N. You're good.” She smiles, surveying my dress once again. We've been in this bathroom a long time so I imagine Bucky will be wondering where I've got to, and Vis with Wanda- no one takes so long to get drinks even with the enormous queue.
Feeling very self conscious of my dress, I make my way back to the table with Wanda by my side and probably no one watching me despite what my mind keeps telling me. By the time I take my seat, my dress is bone dry.
“You two were gone a long time. Everything okay?” Natasha asks, visibly more happy from her inebriated state.
“Yeah, everything's fine. Where's Barnes?” I ask, looking around at his absence.
“He said he saw someone he knew and went to talk to them.” she waves her hand, reaching for her vodka martini with the other.
“Who?”
“He didn't say. He's been gone a while though.”
“I'll go find him.” I jump right back out of my seat with a slight smile- maybe we can finally get some privacy even if it's just for a little while. I've no clue where to start looking for Bucky but the galleries seem as good a place as any to start. Scanning the crowd as I go, I make my way to the outer edge of the hall where the entrances to the gallery rooms lie without a handsome CEO in sight (well that's not strictly true, I did spot Steve with Peggy over on the dancefloor but you know what I mean). Now as an artist at heart, I'd love to stop and admire all of the wonderful artwork on display but I'm on a literal manhunt right now so maybe another time. Bucky, where have you gone? The galleries are all empty. Perhaps he's on the other side of the hall, in the alcoves. I weave through the throng of guests yet again to the plush seating areas in the alcoves. They're a little more populated than the galleries with couples getting cozy on the couches. There is still no sign of Bucky though. Where could he have gone? I've been searching for so long, I'm feeling the effects of the champagne wearing off! In a last ditch attempt to find him, I push past people to get to the peace garden in the quad area behind the hall; some fresh air might be nice.
It's pleasantly quiet outside with the live music muffled by the walls and the faint city cacophony providing an oddly peaceful atmosphere. I can hear someone talking though. A woman. She's shrill and whiny like many of the stuck up invited guests this evening. She could be the somebody that Bucky knows. I think I hear a man as well but it's hard to tell if it's Bucky with his lower register. Following the voices, I get close enough that a conversation becomes clear,
“Why are you here? How did you even get in?”
“Now now, can't a girl have secrets? I'm here to see you.”
“See me? I thought I made it pretty clear I didn't want to so I would appreciate it if you didn't follow me.”
“You came to me Bucky, not the other way around. You lead a girl to think all sorts of naughty things.”
“I brought you out here to tell you to leave without making a scene.” Bucky growls, quite annoyed now. I have a feeling I know who the woman could be, but my heart wishes that I didn't. Quietly now, I tiptoe towards the edge of the bushes to get a look at what is happening. Bucky is stood with his fingers raked through his hair and a stressed look on his face and none other than Caroline sitting pretty on the stone bench.
“I miss you JuJu. I'm sorry for what I did but I've changed, my darling, I'm a better person now.”
“Are you actually joking? It's been a few weeks since you were fucking another man at our engagement party and now you want to get back together. You're insane.” Bucky moves to storm away but Caroline grabs his hand.
“I love you JuJu, I was an idiot to leave you,” they take steps closer to each other, eyes locked, “I want you…”
“Caroline-”
“Shh! You don't have to talk.” She silences him with a finger to his lips. Then she leans forward and I swear her eyes briefly flit to mine before she pulls Bucky into a kiss. A passionate kiss. Pull away for god's sake! Bucky! He kisses her back with as much need, a moan escaping his captured lips.
“Caroline…” I've seen enough. Hot tears burning my eyes, I back away from the bushes and run for the exit.
Series description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?
A/N: Hey! It’s me, I’m back! Sort of. Long time no see. Uni is taking up so much of my time but I will be on here for summer at least. I’ve actually finished this series, i just need to post it so that’s a steady upload you can expect. I’m trying to write chapters for my other series and stuff but I am struggling a little right now. Maybe I’ll do some drabble asks or something to ease back into things. So yeah, the hiatus is semi-over and I am trying. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist
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“Look alive! Barnes is on his way.” Maria warns me as she passes my office door though it's no warning to me. After an entire weekend spent alone in my apartment, aside from going to get a new phone and the two minutes the pizza delivery girl spent at my door, I'm feeling a little better. Not great but, I'm crying less so that's a plus, right? Nothing else happened over the weekend. No calls, no mail, no threatening sky writing- nothing! Maybe the phone call was a fluke and I overreacted. A girl can dream.
“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Barnes stands just inside my door, looking at me expectantly. I get up from my chair and move towards the door to close it.
“Of course.” The second the handle clicks shut, his whole demeanour changes to that of someone more relaxed and happy.
“I've been calling you all weekend! Why didn't you answer?” He holds my arms gently and looks into my eyes.
“I'm sorry, I broke my phone and had to get a new one.”
“Oh… well I'm glad you're okay.” He lowers his head and connects out lips in a sweet kiss, “Are you feeling better?”
“Mhm. In fact, I was thinking we could have dinner again. Tonight.” I suggest, finding myself lost in him.
“Sounds good.” Bucky kisses me again, his hands beginning to explore my waist and my back. He swipes his tongue across my lower lip before making the kiss deeper, casting his spell over me once again. It's a good thing that he's the one to pull back for air because I don't think that's something I could do. “I know a really good steakhouse. They have live music and I know the owner.”
“Actually… can we have dinner at your place? I just… I don't want people thinking anything weird is going on.”
“So, we're going to sneak around?” Bucky asks a little confused with a hint of sarcasm.
“Not sneaking around, keeping things private. Plus there are other perks to being in your apartment…” I add with a sultry voice, pressing myself closer to his chest.
“Oh there are? What kind of perks?” He teases, his fingers fiddling with the hem of my blouse.
“Well there's one that springs to mind…” I pull him into a kiss by the lapels, the intensity growing rapidly. Just as I'm getting into the groove, my intercom beeps from my desk.
“Y/N, Sam's here to see you.” Wanda says plainly, obviously having been warned of my visitor (normally she would be a lot more chirpy or come into my office to tell me in person). Bucky and I break apart with a sigh, straightening our appearances.
“So my place after work. I'll pick you up from your office.”
“Okay, I'll see you later.”
As promised, Bucky picks me up from my floor after everyone else has left and we take a cab to his apartment. The view is just as beautiful as the last time I was here and is greatly improved by homemade meatballs and wine. I make sure to sit far back from the windows this time though.
“So what did you do?”
“I got the hell out of there! Apparently it was some huge dream of this frat kid to have one and the only way two girls would come to his place was if he told them he needed tutoring.”
“What did he think was gonna happen?”
“I don't even know. So what's your craziest college experience.” I ask, thoroughly intrigued by what the great Bucky Barnes got up to in college when he wasn't doing business.
“Well there was this one girl that asked me for tutoring but I think it too was just a long plan to get in my pants.” he snarks.
“Busted!” I hold up my hands, avoiding spilling any wine, and laugh.
“In all seriousness though, I didn't really do much crazy shit in college.”
“Nerd! I bet if I asked Steve he'd be able to tell me all kinds of stories.”
“You wouldn't dare.” his smile drops immediately.
“Aha! So there is something, do tell.” I sit back in my seat- this should be good.
“Fine… in my freshman year, I applied to join a frat house. As a part of the initiation we were taken to the woods and left to survive the night with nothing.”
“That's it?” That's disappointing, I wanted something juicy.
“No, we were literally left with nothing. At all.” He cocks a brow and the penny finally drops.
“Oh! You mean…”
“Mhm. I got a rash from poison ivy in places it should not be possible to get a rash.” Bucky readjusts himself in his seat at the mere memory.
Dinner finished with and the plates long since discarded in the sink, Bucky pulls me into his lap with a mischievous grin. The heat from his body and his close proximity sends a tingle throughout my body.
“I believe we were in the middle of something earlier…”
“In the office? That was a while ago, you'll have to remind me…” I play dumb for a moment, leaning in to kiss Bucky's lips. His hands run along my thighs, lifting my legs around him so as to easily lift and carry me to the bedroom. I fiddle with the top three buttons on his shirt as we go.
“Y/N/N…” Bucky moans as I kiss his neck, pulling at his shirt now to the point that the stitches start to pull. He drops me the rest of the way onto the bed and I bounce on the mattress with a look of shock (well wouldn't you be?). To my surprise and slight dismay, he grabs the sides of his half open shirt and rips it off sending the buttons flying across the floor with a clatter- it was such a nice shirt. Then again, it's probably just water off a duck's back for him to buy a new one.
Clothes are discarded slowly as we move against each other for friction, intent on making slow, lazy love to each other. Bucky leaves kisses down my exposed collarbone, his stubble marking me with scratches. I tilt my head ever so slightly to the side allowing him more access to the sensitive skin. It's just as Bucky finally manages to unclasp my bra that I hear the distinct jingle of keys and the door open and close.
“Bucky, you in?”
“Is that Steve?” I whisper, my hands tightening around his biceps. He looks to me with a slight look of fear, lifting a finger to his lips.
“Buck? You okay?” Steve asks again.
“Just a minute Steve!”
“What are you doing?!” I hiss, hurriedly redressing myself in whatever I can find which happens to be my pencil skirt, one of Bucky's t-shirts, a navy blazer and no shoes.
“I'll distract Steve, you go out the front.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely. Do you want him to see you?” I shake my head as Bucky ushers me towards the door, “Didn't think so.”
“Fine… Wait what about my shoes?” I look down, wiggling my bare toes.
“I'll call you a cab, just wait in the lobby.” He places a kiss on my lips before pushing me out of the bedroom and behind the island in the kitchen just in time.
“Bucky… what are you doing?” Steve queries, referring to his lack of a shirt and trousers. Rather awkwardly, Bucky leans onto the island with his elbow in an attempt to look casual.
“I'm… just… I'm cleaning.” He grabs the nearest item and starts wiping the surface in circular motions- my blouse!
“That's a shirt.”
“Yep… it is.”
“Is there someone else here?”
“Nope no nobody no.”
“Right… I need to talk to you anyway.” Okay I really should go while he's distracted. Slowly and, most importantly, quietly, I slide along the floor towards the front door and wait until Steve's back is turned to slip out. Shit, my bag! I can't go back in. Fuck, I'm gonna have to leave it and come back. I hope he's called a cab.
Barnes did call me a cab after all so I wasn't left stranded in the lobby of a fancy apartment block looking like some crazy fashion blogger who was trying a look and failing. So that's a plus, right? Once back at my block, I awkwardly enter past my neighbours, barefoot and hoping not to be seen. The man who lives across the hall from me, Phil, is just coming back from work himself. He smiles at me as normal, turning into more of a stifled chuckle when he looks down to my feet. Note to self: get a pedicure next time you want to travel across the city without shoes. The elevator ride is quiet, save for the usual small talk and the whir of the mechanisms. At the top I let Phil get out first. Thank God I leave a spare key hidden in the plant pot next to my door or I don't know what I would do.
“Um… Y/N?” Phil stops still in the hallway outside my door.
“Yeah?” I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at the nervousness of his voice. I nearly scream when I see what's concerning him. The word 'Slut’ is spray painted in bright red capitals across my front door, the paint dripping down the wall like blood. “Oh my god…”
“You been having problems with those kids from 7b again? I can talk to Marjorie again if you are.”
“Uh not recently…” this has to be my stalker again, “Those damn kids.”
“You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah. Can I- can I borrow your phone?” Phil seems to buy it despite my nervous laugh and hands over his cell.
“Sure” I key in Wanda's number from memory, hoping that I'm not disturbing anything.
“... Hello?”
“Hey, Wanda, it's me… Y/N. Are you busy?”
“No, what's up?”
“I… need a place to crash. It's a long story and I'll tell you all of it. Please.”
“Of course! Do you need picking up from somewhere?”
I'm upset bc I just found out the President/CEO of Marvel donated $1Mill to Trump and had his little comments about emancipation of slavery and Muslim things and what not. So..I will not be cosplaying Marvel or supporting Marvel until they handle that trash.
…So, the CEO of Marvel may have ticked off a few people. If you don’t know what’s going on, here’s the short version, as best as I can shorten anyway: Isaac Perlmutter, the chief executive officer of Marvel Entertainment, recently made a $1,000,000.00 donation to a foundation that supports American war veterans. Now, that might not seem like it’d be all that problematic…until you learn the exact…
