Stay Secret, Not Safe (10520 words) by Huntress79, buckybarnesdeservestobehappy
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes's Family Members
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Politics, Shrunkyclunks | Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers, Secret Relationship, Secret Service Agent Steve Rogers, POV Bucky Barnes, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex
Series: Part 2 of Secretly Serviced
Summary:
After years of pursuing, First Son Bucky Barnes has finally convinced retired Captain America and current secret service agent Steve Rogers to engage in a secret relationship. Bucky’s got everything arranged—a hotel suite reserved for the affair, two non-negotiable rules for sex, and scripted answers in case anyone suspects what’s happening. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to realize that surprises are part of life, and Steve doesn’t always play by the rules.
Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him. Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.
WARNING:
This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.
Rating: Rated R. 18+ ONLY. 🔞 no minors.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Masterpage for Take It Back: His Story
Something changed the second he stepped into your home and overheard you arguing with Ashlyn about moving into the city.
He doesn’t know what.
When you called him a few days later when you and your car were stranded, he sped like crazy to meet you. He doesn’t know why he had fought like crazy to gain your respect and trust again. He told himself it to avoid any future bad blood, come the chance if things were to ever go an extra level with Ashlyn.
He couldn’t help the anger he felt at seeing you sitting in the dark in the car like that and he couldn’t help the pity he felt when he heard your stomach growing after you had fallen asleep to Collide by Howie Day.
He wouldn’t let his heartstring pull as he tried to ignore the racking in his memories. Where had he seen you before?
His eyes had gone down to his cell phone in this cupholder where it was still dark; no new notifications.
He had pulled into a Mcdonalds' and ignored when the girl at the drive-thru gave you both a cute look. She must’ve thought he was boyfriend picking up food for his girlfriend, who happened to be drooling all over his door.
You had a personality, that’s for sure. The way you had nagged at him for not ordering a drink was a new look into you that he had never seen before.
But he liked it. You were feisty. He had no doubt you’d make good friends.
The drive to your house was silent except for when you bickered over his phone charge and when you spontaneously decided to shout out in song.
“Oh my god, I haven’t heard this song in years!”
You leaned forward and turn the little volume nob up. A small smirk pulled on the sides of Bucky’s mouth.
“I heard you’re doing okay,” Bucky couldn’t help the large smile that filled his face as your voice grew louder and more obnoxiously out of pitch, “But I want you to knoooooow,” You swayed your head back and forth dramatically as you emphasized each word, “I’m a dick! I’m addicted to you.” You couldn’t help the giggle that pulled at your throat and Bucky looked over at you. Your eyes met and you squinted at him, “What?”
He chuckled.
“Nothing. Go on.”
You squinted your eyes at him, playfully.
“I tried to make you happy, but you left anyway—!” you shoved a pointed finger in Bucky’s shoulder and he laughed, “—to forget that I’m addicted to you!— where’s that water bottle I threw back there?” You yelled over the radio, reaching into the backseat. As soon as your fingers landed on the plastic, you brought it up to your face like a microphone and yelled, “Can’t forget what you said! Come on, Bucky, I know you know the rest—” you shouted, “And I never want to do this again!” You both sang at the same time, “heartbreaker!”
“Heartbreaker!”
You both laughed out loud. Bucky reached his hand out to lower it a little.
“Didn’t peg you for a Simple Plan fan.”
You shrug.
“Eh. They have some good ones.”
Bucky nodded. He cleared his throat and his eyes went to the glove department.
“Take a look in there.” You opened the glove department. He bit his bottom lip nervously, “Grab that little black box and open it.”
You opened it right away.
“Cassettes?”
“A collection, yes.”
“Blink 182, Sum 41, New Found Glory, A Day To Remember, The Used, Breaking Benjamin,” you let out a laugh as you pulled one out, “The Offspring! Never would’ve guessed you were a closet emo.”
“I have about thirty other boxes at home, all different genres, but that’s the most recent one I’ve been carrying. You can put one in if you want.”
There was a twinkle in your eye and a pull on your heart as you admired his dorky collection. Something was interesting about it. You wanted to tease him about just opening a damn Spotify or Apple Music account, but the scratches on his black box and the faded ink on the tapes - fucking tapes -gave you an indication that this was more than just about music on demand.
“You a musician or something?”
He raised a brow at you.
“Why?”
“Never would’ve thought about it before but now that I’m thinking about it, you seem like the type. More mellow stuff though.” Bucky didn’t respond to you as you continued to decide which one to settle on.
He should’ve been surprised when you put one in, but he wasn’t.
The beginning tunes of With Me by Sum 41 play on his speakers as he continues the way to your house.
That was a few days ago.
Bucky can’t stop biting the skin on his thumb as he sits in his car, in front of your home. He has two tickets in his pocket - Coldplay and John Mayer.
Ashlyn wasn’t supposed to be gone this long. The only thing that bothered him more than her being away for days longer than he had been told was her ignoring his calls.
Bucky was worried. Something kept nagging at him, right in the pit of his stomach, but he blamed it on overthinking; on being dramatic.
__
{…and I won’t let go…}
“Open this goddamn door, Ashlyn.” George’s demanding and rough voice sent shivers down her spine, “You can’t be in there all day.”
Ashlyn sat on her bed, her head in her hands as she stared at her lap. Her eyes were already bloodshot. She hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours and she left her phone untouched in the nightstand drawer.
The guilt ate away at her.
Another knock on her door, but this time angrier, startled her.
“You know I could fire you for this, right? Then what?” She contemplated his comment. She thought about it before she decided to finally get up and open the door.
The look he gave her was pitiful. It was an exaggerated pity.
“Oh, honey,” George whispers, running his thumb over her cheek.
“Mr. Barnes, please.”
“You keep saying that I don’t know what you are begging for.”
“Stop making me cheat on my boyfriend. Your son.”
George looks away from you and at the corner of the floor in your room behind you.
“Did you get the Birkin I left you?”
Ashlyn swallowed hard and nodded.
“It’s a thirty-five thousand dollar bag. That’s how special you are. I know what you did, what we did, is hard on you. I know it’s wrong, trust me, I’m not stupid. I know. But good things will come out of this. I was just training you. You can just forget we did it if you want, but there are two things you can’t change,” he met her eyes intensely, “First. Making you continue to be unfaithful to my son won’t change the fact that it already happened; twice. And second, you’re already becoming a successful businesswoman and you’ll make a fine wife to my son one day. He never needs to find out about any of this. Ever. You’re not a bad person, I promise you.”
Ashlyn was silent under his gaze.
“Now what do you say, let’s go finish this merger deal?”
Ashlyn hated George. Detested him. He has ruined her life, and to make matters worst, she felt compelled to believe him, as if doing so would make her feel better.
Last night she had been moments away from calling Bucky and telling him what happened. She stared down at her phone, his name staring back at her, and she cried.
She loved him with all her heart. So much she wanted to save him from such a huge pain, even if it was selfish on her part and unfair. Even if it was so wrong.
And now, Georges’ words rang back to her, and held onto them. Everything except his last point.
She was a bad person.
She cleared her throat and looked down at the floor.
“I’ll go get ready.” Her voice was hoarse.
George gave her a cryptic smile and the second the door closed in front of her face, she made a promise.
She would be strong.
She would not be another victim to men like George.
Even if it made her the bad guy. She would protect the ones she loved. She would finally be who she has always been afraid to show and she will love fiercely. If George's plan was to hurt Bucky, he could go get fucked. The second George came in, he had spoken to her like she was some kind of zoo animal, and she was going to prove to him the exact opposite.
She and Bucky would win. For love.
She swallowed the bile in her throat again and wiped the linger of Georges’ hand off her face in disgust.
One last meeting and she would be home.
___
“You nervous?” Connor’s voice surprised Ashlyn.
She had been sitting in one of the chairs next to the door. Mr. Barnes had gone inside just a few minutes earlier and told her to wait until she was called in if needed.
Her mind had been running wild so when she Connor’s voice, it stunned her.
It was awkward at first as their eyes met and his steps slowed down. Three days ago he had overheard him crying.
He knew something was wrong but he didn’t want to overstep. He’d ask how you were doing when he next saw you but didn’t ask what was going on.
He sits down next to you and folds his hands in front of him, resting both elbows on each of his knees.
Ashlyn lets out a soft sigh.
“A little. I just want to go home. I’m homesick, I think.”
Connor nods.
“Is this the longest you’ve been away?”
Ashlyn looks down at her hands.
“It’s been a few years,” you ran a hand through her hair and tossed it back, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice. France is very nice, but I miss the daily routine of my normal boring life.”
“Well, it’s a new one now, right? Because you have this new job.”
“That’s true.” Ashlyn looks at Connor and then back at her hands, “I guess it is.”
“Hey, you’ll be alright. It can be scary, this line of work, but you’ll be okay. If anything, I’m always here to help you if you have any questions.”
“You’re at Barnes Enterprises, too?” She looks back at him again, “I just realized I never really asked much about you.”
Connor chuckles.
“It’s okay,” he clears his throat, “I was a few years ago, but right now I have my law firm, but I jump in and help George whenever he needs it. He’s taught me a lot.”
“I take it you’ve known each other for quite some time then.” Ashlyn wasn’t too sure how she felt about this.
Was Connor like George?
“Give or take some years. My roommate in college was his son and he introduced me to him at the time. George and my dad met and played golf together. George offered me a job out of graduation, he was that father lawyer trying to take all the kids under his wing like a University law firm, and so on.”
The interesting piece of information was not lost on Ashlyn as she squinted her eyes at Connor.
“Your roommate was Bucky?”
Connor raised both his brows, pleasantly amused to find another similarity with Ashlyn.
“You know Bucky personally?”
Ashlyn smiled.
“Yes. He’s my boyfriend.”
Connor’s eyes remained raised, but this time a different expression she couldn’t pinpoint. His brows dropped and his features soften.
“Oh,” he says, eyes dropping, “Wow,” he clears his throat, “Small world.” He says with a little smile followed by a frown.
“Yeah, it is,” Ashlyn says quietly.
Connor felt a little awkward now.
It wasn’t that he was jealous by any means, not necessarily.
Sure, he thought Ashlyn was beautiful since the first moment he saw her, but he couldn’t assume her availability. He didn’t want to ask her right away if she was seeing anyone, he was going to Segway into it. Maybe at the end of the trip, maybe even at JFK airport when they landed back home. He didn’t expect to find out her status this soon, and with a second bomb to kill his hopes: she was dating Bucky.
One of the nicest guys he’s ever known.
Damnit.
The large door opened and George stepped out. Ashlyn and Connor both looked up at him.
“We got it,” he looked straight at Ashlyn, this time very seriously, “Good job, Ashlyn.”
“We got the merger?” Connor asks, enthusiastically.
“We did. We’re free to fly back home this afternoon. The official meeting will be two days from now. Let’s go home and celebrate.”
___
George has a driver drop off Ashlyn at her apartment that evening. The whole flight, her nerves of guilt and disgust were greater than her fear of flying, and she couldn’t sit still the entire time. She was debating how she was approach Bucky and how she would deal with the promise she made to herself.
It was so much going on in her head that halfway through the flight she got a migraine. She ordered a glass of champagne and tried to fall asleep, but failed. The champagne did help, though.
When she got home, her new home which she did adore, she left her things at the door and went straight to her room for some PJs. She grabbed some cleaned clothes and headed for the shower.
Out of her hot shower, she finally calls Bucky.
Hearing his voice for the first time in days, life-changing and terrible days, makes her almost cry.
“Hey, Buck.” She says quietly, her voice nearly cracking.
She pulls her legs up unto the bed beneath her and sighs.
“Ash, I was worried. You weren’t answering my calls or texts.”
“I’m sorry about that. We had terrible wifi where we were. Even WhatsApp was acting up,” her lie cuts right through her, “I missed you so much.”
She can feel the exasperated breath leave his lungs.
“I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re okay.” She doesn’t say anything to that out of fear that that might be the thing to make her cry, “Was there a decision?”
“George told me I can’t disclose it before the meeting, but you can be there he says when they finally announce it to the board. He said it’s Thursday.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Sounds good, Buck.” She could feel her eyes burning and her throat tightening, “Look I’m tired. The flight was rough. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright, Ash. Sleep tight.”
She wipes the loan tear that drags down her face and then goes to bed.
The next day, George calls her in the morning to come in for a last ten AM meeting and that’s when she starts the first day of her meeting.
She’s shocked when she’s standing there, to see Bucky MIA.
___
AUSTRALIA
That’s the thing about life and all the curve balls it throws at you; they feel unfair and goddamn undeserving.
Like the way you were fucking looking at him as he’s taking his shirt off. Like the way, you’ve been crawling into all twists and turns of his little emotions.
His eyes meet yours and you look away bashfully. Whether you’re looking at his body in general or his ugly scars, both were not good. He didn’t like how both made him feel and they both were very different feelings.
Nat had been right when she showed up at his apartment. He had to be careful to not get too close to you nor give you the wrong impression. But Bucky wasn’t ignorant either. It’s not like he was out here full-on believing you were crushing on him or something, of course not. He didn’t think you felt that way at all and he didn’t expect you to, but there still needed to be a certain distance there.
Because of what could eventually develop.
The way you were looking at him— the way you were looking at his scars, wasn’t okay.
The way you told him you had known who he was yet Ashlyn completely sidestepped that detail about knowing he was too and Ashlyn never really asked him anything specific about his scars; Bucky wasn’t sure what it was about it all but it had him feeling some type of way.
He’s been avoiding all eye contact with you since the pool. He’s walking behind you, his hand holding Ashlyn’s, as you all take the ramp to get on the yacht that later afternoon.
He can’t help but have to divert his eyes every once in a while away from you as you speak to Steve.
“Oh shit!” You yell as you almost fall off the ramp, Steve’s arm going to your side to hold you. You burst into laughter.
“Be careful!” Ashlyn shouts.
“You haven’t even had a drink yet, Y/N.” Nat says, a tinge of humor in her voice.
Steve takes your hand and helps you onto the yacht. Ashlyn pulls Bucky in the opposite direction, towards the bar in the back.
He’s momentarily stunned when they are in the corner away from everyone and Ashlyn pulls him down until their lips meet. She kisses him slowly, her tongue sliding over his for just a moment. A low moan escapes his throat.
Someone clears their throat and they both pull away immediately.
Bucky turns to see you standing there, looking uncomfortable.
He’s shocked for a second, rooted to the ground and tongue-tied. You’re avoiding all eye contact with him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. We’re putting in orders for sliders right now, I was asked to ask you guys if you wanted some before it’s too late.”
Bucky nods.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
Ashlyn drapes her arm around Becky’s necked smiles sweetly at you.
“Fine with me too, girlie.”
You nod and just barely make eye contact with Bucky and you clear your throat. Bucky watches as you walk away.
Bucky only makes direct contact with you once more on the boat.
It had been about twenty minutes since everyone had decided to jump off the boat at sunset. The sky was now a dark and hazy blue and some stars already twinkling up above.
You had walked to the bar to put in one more order of whiskey sour. You leaned against the counter, your elbows digging into the cool marble top.
Bucky was caught off guard at first as he turned the corner and saw you there. Your hair was still soaking wet from the water and you didn’t bother to cover your black bikini yet.
He clears his throat as he approaches the bar. You turn when your eye catches him and you give him a small smile.
“Hey.” You say.
He gives you a nod and a pursed smile.
“Gin and tonic, please,” he tells the bartender, “Thanks, Jack.” Bucky thanks him.
“You didn’t jump in with us.” You say, staring for a second longer than necessary at his white t-shirt before looking back down at the countertop.
“Didn’t feel like it, but I’m glad you guys had a great time.” He says.
You hum a response.
“Yeah, I did.” You say lowly.
Your damp arm touches his dry one and he turns to face you. You face him too and you look up at him.
Were your eyes always like that?
He looks away immediately and takes a small step back from you.
“I’m glad.” He answers, his voice just as low as yours.
“Gin,” Jack says, sliding the glass over.
Bucky nods him a thank you and turns to you one last time.
“I’ll see ya.”
He didn’t see your confused and furrowed brows as he walked away.
He had to find his girlfriend and give her her drink.
___
Everyone was ready for bed the moment they stepped into the Sidney rental. Everyone made their way to their rooms and bathrooms to shower and call it a night.
Including Bucky and Ashlyn.
Bucky was flipping through the channels on the tv on low volume, hating himself for not bringing his apple tv, as Ashlyn dried her hair with her towel.
“I’m going to be away a few more times in the next few months. More meetings.” Ashlyn says, a strange disappointment in her voice.
“Where? I have only seen you a few times since Paris.”
“I know. But a lot is going on, so your dad says. I’m sorry. And I’m his assistant. I need to go with him.” She clears her throat, “Paris again and another two in LA. That will be all within a few weeks.”
“God dammit, Ash.”
She clears her throat.
“I know, I’m sorry. But it will be worth it in the end, I promise.”
Bucky sighed. Giving up entirely on finding something on the tv, he puts the remote down on the bed and lays back, his hands running through his hair.
“I don’t like this.” There’s a long pause, “I don’t like never seeing you anymore. I don’t like you always being away.”
Ashlyn’s heart breaks.
“Bucky—”
“And it’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything like that, I just—” he sighs, “I miss you. I miss you when you aren’t here, and I get scared that if we keep being apart, we’ll miss each other even more.”
“I miss you too when I’m there.”
Bucky scoffs, sitting back up.
“Hard to believe. You never even call when you’re away.”
Ashlyn can’t help but glare at the back of his head.
If you only knew why.
“That’s not fair.”
“Not fair? I’m trying to communicate with my girlfriend when she’s goddamn three thousand miles away and she fails to reciprocate it.”
“Because I’m busy. Plus the time difference and all that.”
“Send a text! Send one text message for all I care!” Ashlyn was getting stressed. Stressed and aggravated. She hated this, “Please, Ash.” His voice was quiet now; pleading. She swallowed hard, “Really?”
She looks up at him.
“You need to calm down.”
“Calm down?” He scoffs and looks away from her, “I’m not asking for a lot. You’re my girlfriend and I feel you pulling away.”
Small tears filled her eyes.
“Bucky, I’ve been away for one trip. I’m not pulling away from you.” Bucky didn’t say anything to that as he stood up. It ate away at her and she hated how emotional he suddenly was. He wasn’t like this when she had gotten back, this happened today, “I don’t know what you’re going through today but you need to relax.”
“What I need is a breath of fresh air.” He says, walking around Ashlyn and leaving their bedroom.
He knew it was unfair. He knew he was being a bit dramatic, but he had feelings; too many. He was like an exposed nerve right now.
He was getting easily irritated and flustered and he needed to breathe.
Walking down the steps toward the kitchen he already feels a little better. Maybe walking was all he needed.
“At the pool today I noticed Bucky’s arm,” he freezes at the sound of your voice and what you were saying, “and I know it’s probably something personal and private but they look,” there’s a big silent pause, “As something really bad happened to him.”
This was the last straw for Bucky. Emotions run over him. Shame, embarrassment, anger, interest, and confusion.
Why do you care so much?
“He doesn’t like to talk about it. Trust me if it’s something he wants to tell you, he will himself when he is ready.”
He’s always adored Nat, and she’s right. But Bucky also doesn’t think anyone has ever had the guts to ask first before, either.
“What happened in Afghanistan? He didn’t just get lost did he?”
Bucky’s stomach drops.
“I just feel bad. He was very hurt.”
He hated this.
Hated it.
“Look I’m gonna get to bed. As I said, he will tell you. That’s not my place.”
Why do you care so much?
Why?
“Okay. Thanks, Nat.”
He stands there for a few more long seconds.
He hears a creak and he makes eye contact with Nat as she rounds the corner. She’s shocked at first until Bucky raises a finger to silence her. She continues her walk up until she’s next to him.
“I’m assuming you heard everything.” She whispers.
“Most of it, yeah,” Bucky whispers back.
Nat nods.
“I’m going to sleep. Don’t be too hard on her, yeah?” Nat says.
Bucky doesn’t say anything as they hit cheeks softly, sharing a contactless kiss.
Bucky waits until she’s fully gone to go all the way down.
You jump up, clearly not expecting him.
And so he does it. He does one of the one things that has been eating at him; he finds out why it is you suddenly care.
So he pours his heart out to you that night, the first person since Nat.
The reason: You told him you cared because you were friends.
Friends.
The answer makes him stall at first because this entire time he realizes that that’s what has been happening, but at the same time it felt different, too. He’s made friends before, hell he has friends, but it didn’t feel right.
Prompt: You are Tony’s best friend and falling in love with Bucky. Tony is really protective over you.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: NONE
You lay sprawled across his bed as he paces back and forth before you. Knots eat away at your stomach as you fear the thought of loosing him. A part of you regrets telling him but you knew it had to be done. The truth was killing you and if anyone could understand you thought it would be your best friend.
“He killed my parents (Y/N),” Tony turns to face you.
“You and I both know that wasn’t him. It was HYDRA.” Sitting up you reveal your wet, scared eyes.
Tony continues to pace back and forth, talking to himself. You continue to ask yourself if you should have just fought off your feelings. Bucky and you have only stolen little moments in secret. They usually consist of lingering touches and looks, and midnight talks in the kitchen when he can’t sleep.
“Thank you again.” Bucky’s tired whisper fills the vacant kitchen.
“It’s no problem,” you insisted. “My mom used to make this for me when I couldn’t sleep.”
Watching him take another sip of your mom’s famous hot chocolate you watch a smile form against Bucky’s lips. Taking a drink from yours, his smile thickens at the sight of whip cream on your nose. Bucky can’t help but be in awe, since being free from HYDRA’s control he has yet to see anything as adorable as you.
Reaching his hand across the counter, he attempts to wipe the cream from the tip of your nose. Getting it all, he moves his thump down to your lips. His eyes hold yours in a trance as you mechanically lick the cool substance from his skin.
“Thank you,” you say looking down with a enormous smile and red cheeks.
***
“I don’t think Tony likes me very much,” Bucky’s eyes float to the ground. “I can’t really blame him.”
“Buck,” you lift his chin. “He doesn’t hate you. Tony understands that it wasn’t you, he just doesn’t know where to center his anger or pain at.”
An aching pain of your own courses through your chest, hitting your heart. Over the last few months you and Bucky have shared stories about your pasts, what you want in the future, things you both wish to change. Learning about what he did killed Bucky every day. Sometimes you wonder if he will ever forgive himself, but you fear he never will.
Wrapping your arms around his torso, Bucky freezes at the sudden contact. It isn’t the sort of thing you do often. Usually your touches are on a much smaller scale like holding hands, brushing hair out of the other’s face, wiping tears. Though after a few moments you feel Bucky’s arms cling on to your body for dear life.
“Don’t forget that you are a part of this team,” rubbing circles on his back, as shiver dances out of him onto you. “This team has your back. You have Steve… and you have me.”
Not thinking about the future problems you will have with Tony, you continue to hold Bucky until he is ready to let go. It may have been minutes or hours, neither of you really knew but it doesn’t matter. For the first time the both of you have found strange comfort with someone that isn’t first-and-foremost their best friend.
Letting go, you gaze into the others eyes without noticing the distance closing. Easier than two magnets coming together, Bucky’s lips devour yours in an overdue passionate kiss. Running your fingers through his hair you deepen the kiss. You want to be as close to him as possible and you never want to let go.
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone Tony.” Hiding your hands under your knees, you glance up into his eyes. “You know me better than anyone. So you know that I never really cared much for dating or being in a relationship. Very attractive men have asked me out but it never went anywhere. With Bucky…” tears threaten your vision, “I don’t know, with Bucky it is all different. I feel safe with him but I’m constantly on my toes, and when he’s not around I miss him like crazy.”
Frustrated from the wave of emotion, you aggressively throw your back against the mattress. Controlling your breathing, covering your face in your hands, Tony takes a seat next to you. Prying your face free he props your body in his arms as you calm down.
“(Y/N), I’m never going to not worry about you,” he starts, stroking your hair. “You’re my best friend and I am here for you, no matter who you choose.”
Looking at your best friend you see the pain in his eyes. You can’t imagine how hard it must be for him to accept that you hold feelings for someone that has brought him heartache. While him and his father never got along, he was still his father and Tony loved his mother very much. You hope that if the situation was reversed that you would be doing the same for him.
Wiping your eyes a smile creeps across your lips as you take in what Tony is saying. Embracing him in a hug, you are out the door in a matter of seconds racing down the hall. The sound of your shoes against the floor echoes down the hall as you make your way to Bucky’s room.
Halting outside his door provides you with the few moments you need to catch your breath. Nerves creep up from the center of your stomach twisting your butterflies into cages of knots. Both terrified and electrified, you knock on his door and wait for him to open it.
Before the door fully opens your legs propel your body onto his. Legs wrap around his waist, his hands steady you by grasping your thighs. Consuming his eyes with yours, your fingers brush softly through his hair as your foreheads pull together like magnets.
Not waiting another second his lips find yours immediately. Still, you can sense confusion in his hold on you. Feeling him pull back you assure him to keep going by deepening the kiss. Backing up into his room you two find the bed. Finally you let the both of you catch your breath and your thoughts.
“What about-“
“He wants me to be happy,” you interrupt gasping the air around you. “That means you.”
“Yeah and don’t make me regret it,” Tony’s voice makes you both jump.
Climbing off of Bucky you feel the heat in your cheeks start to rise. You feel as if you just got caught sneaking a boy into your room by your father. Standing next to Bucky’s sitting posture you try to hold your shoulder back and keep your head up high.
“I won’t hurt (Y/N), I love her.” Bucky assures surprising you.
“You better not.” Tony smirks looking between the two of you before landing his gaze upon Bucky once again.
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In the Wake of Victory (35417 words) by AldwensMuses
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Clint Barton (Minor), Wanda Maximoff (minor), Pepper Potts (minor), peter parker (minor), James "Rhodey" Rhodes (Minor), Scott Lang (minor)
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Healing, Grief/Mourning, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Wakanda (Marvel), Internalized Homophobia (brief mention), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/ Referenced violence, Self-Worth Issues, Alcohol, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Switching, post-end game
Summary:
After the dust of battle settles in Wakanda, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes find themselves navigating a fragile peace, surrounded by friends but haunted by unspoken losses. Amidst tales of bravery and Asgardian mead, the two men seek comfort in each other’s presence, discovering that some battles are fought not on the field but in the quiet moments after. As they share drinks, memories, and a bond that transcends time, they learn that love, like survival, requires a strength neither could face alone. A story of healing, resilience, and a love defined by a lifetime of unsaid words and unbreakable ties.
Art post by mbb_mod: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/marvel_bang_2024/works/61193851
Fandom: X-Men (Original Timeline Movies), X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Logan/Scott Summers
Characters: Logan (X-Men), Scott Summers, Charles Xavier
Additional Tags: Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances, Guilt, Healing, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Developing Relationship, Logan (X-men) Deserves Happiness
Summary:
Logan wakes from the events in Days of Future Past to discover that he and Scott Summers are in a clandestine relationship. When Scott realises that this is a “different” Logan from the one he’s in love with, he pulls away and pretends nothing is wrong.
As Logan struggles to come to terms with everything that's happened, changing the timeline and saving his friends, he also has to contend with his growing confusion over Scott, as well as Scott's increasing efforts to pretend that he's unaffected by what's happened.
Art post by shinysylver: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/marvel_bang_2022/works/44103357
Til Next Tuesday by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy, art by Emmatheslayer
Till Next Tuesday (16869 words) by Emmatheslayer, buckybarnesdeservestobehappy
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Ancient One (Marvel), Red Skull, Peter Quill, Arnim Zola, Howard Stark, Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangles, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Love, Love Confessions, POV Bucky Barnes, Pining
Summary:
When Steve’s tasked with returning the Infinity Stones, Bucky can’t believe he’s about to be separated from his best friend again, even if it’s just for a moment while Steve completes his mission. But then, Steve tells him he doesn’t intend to come back and instead plans to return to 1947 to be with his lost love, Peggy Carter. Heartbroken but determined to spend as much time together as possible, Bucky insists on accompanying Steve as he returns the stones. After all they’ve been through together, surely they deserve one last mission by each other’s sides, and a time heist sounds like the best kind of adventure after five years apart.
Jumping through space and time with his best friend, Bucky’s thrilled to experience the universe firsthand instead of viewing it with two feet planted on Earth. It’s even better to have Steve by his side. With every stone they return, Bucky’s reminded how much it’s going to hurt to lose Steve, especially when the people they meet along the way seem to see something between them that his best friend refuses to acknowledge. With only one stone remaining, Bucky decides to take drastic measures to guarantee he won’t be returning alone.
The Blind Hawk (17021 words) by Huntress79, 42donotpanic
Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV), Hawkeye (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Clint Barton & Phil Coulson, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Matt Murdock
Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Senses, Deaf Clint Barton, Blind Clint Barton, Blind Matt Murdock, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Brainwashing, Eating Disorders, Clint Barton Has Self-Esteem Issues, Clint Barton Has Trust Issues, Clint Barton Has a Heart, Clint Barton Has an Eating Disorder, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Protective Phil Coulson, Awesome Phil Coulson, Matt Murdock Needs a Hug, Ambiguous/Open Ending
Summary:
Clint Barton was sent on a simple Mission to Hell's Kitchen in the 90s.
And it changed his life forever.
