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[bionic-buckyb]

White Lies: Part 1

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

Summary: Bucky is your best friend of six years, and you are neighbors who live across the hall from one another. You spend all of your free time together and, against your better judgement, you have fallen in love with him. In an act of desperation, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his partner, just for the week, to get his mom off of his back. Will you ever be able to tell Bucky how you truly feel?

A/N: Hi peeps! Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I got an awesome idea for a series, so I decided to start it. Please let me know if you’d like me to continue it. Your feedback is much appreciated! ♥

Word Count: 917

Warnings: - language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gifs are not mine.

“Can you kindly get your feet the fuck off my table, Barnes?” you asked with seething annoyance, even though there was a small smirk on your face. He was smiling at you, knowing what he was doing was intentionally making your skin crawl. He knew you hated feet on the table.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky grinned, crossing his feet so that his shoes touched the glass. “Does this offend you?”

“Just get ‘em off, you jerk,” you laughed, pushing his feet off of the coffee table.

Bucky was all spread out on your couch, grey sweatpants clinging to his chiseled form, a black t-shirt hugging his muscles. He was the definition of perfection, with his chestnut brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Every fiber of your being was in love with him, wanting to jump his bones every second. Except he didn’t know that. In his eyes, you were best friends; for over six years to be exact. Nothing more.

“So what do you wanna watch?” he asked, brushing the hair from your cat, Squirtle, off of his shirt.

“You can pick. I don’t feel like arguing for an hour over what to watch. I’ll watch whatever you choose.”

“Deal,” he said, putting on Pulp Fiction. It was the first movie he came across, but you knew it was one of his favorites.

“How many times have we watched this movie?”

“You said it was my pick, so come here and hush.”

As per normal, you scooted towards Bucky and laid your head on his chest. He smelled so good, like the oatmeal body wash in your shower, mixed with a hint of sandalwood. It was intoxicating. Even though he had his own shower across the hall, in his own apartment, he preferred the pressure of your shower.

At some point, you had fallen asleep to the movie; the rise and fall of Bucky’s chest lulling you to sleep. Before you knew it, he was shaking you awake. You propped yourself up on your elbow, wiping the spit away from your mouth.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I passed out. Did I drool on you?”

“No,” Bucky chuckled, reaching up to touch your face. “But you have lines on your face from my shirt.”

When he touched you, you felt electric shocks shake you to your core. Trying to play cool, you cleared your throat and got up to get a glass of water. Filling the glass from the refrigerator, you turned around to go back to the couch, but Bucky was right behind you.

“Jesus!” you screamed, almost spilling your water. “Warn a girl next time!”

“Sorry,” he said, taking a step back and fiddling with his fingers. He only did that when he was nervous about something. You took a big gulp of your water.

“Bucky…” you said, giving him the side-eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Uhhhh, nothing. I just, well, I---”

“Come on, spit it out. It’s me, remember?”

His posture visibly relaxed, running fingers through his air dried hair, trying to make it sit somewhat normally. Bucky sat at the stool by the island, and took a deep breath.

“I have a favor to ask you,” he said, wringing his hands. Whatever it was, he was still nervous. It had to be something big.

“Look, I’m not loaning you anymore money for those weird websites you like to--”

“No, no, no! Jesus, Y/N, that was a one time thing...”

You stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to elaborate. It was amazing how you and Bucky could communicate, without using any words at all.

“Okay, so, yanno my mom?”

“Well, I know of your mom. I never actually met her. I only know what you’ve told me about her.”

“Right, so you know how overbearing she is right? She hates that I’m single, thinks I should be married with kids about now.”

“Yeah…” you laughed, taking another sip of your water. “You with kids. You cleaning up after yourself plus another human.”

“Why is that funny?”

“Keep going.”

“Okay well, she wants me to come to New York this weekend, because she has this girl she wants me to meet.”

“What does that have to do with me?” you asked, your brow furrowed. You were getting severely confused at this point.

“You’re my best friend in the entire world, Y/N. I…. shit,” he ran his fingers through his hair once more. “Will you come with me to my mom’s for the week and pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You stared at him for a few awkward moments, expecting him to say it was all a prank. When he didn’t answer, you set your water glass down.

“Are you fucking joking?”

“What? No…” he said, flabbergasted. “Look, you know how my mother is. I’ve told you a hundred times. I don’t want to be with anyone she tries to hook me up with. They’re snobby and, I don’t know. Just not my type.”

“Buck, I don’t know…”

He hopped off the stool and rushed towards you, taking your hands in his. They were warm and inviting, and you wanted nothing more than those hands to be under your clothes.

“I will owe you my life. I swear, I will never ask you for anything again, as long as I live.”

His eyes were pleading with you to help. How could you say no to such an adorable, annoying face? You sighed deeply, squeezing his hands.

“Fine, but you owe me one. When do we leave?”

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Part 2 

[gaytonystark]

Thunder Buddies

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Words: 1,013 A/N: Hieeee! I hope this is what you had in mind because I had so much fun writing it! Thank you so much and I loved this request because I am terrified of thunder and the rain after my last car accident lmao. I have a few more slots open for requests so you can send them here if you want to request something!

Another crack of thunder echoed in the distance and you flinched, nearly spilling your cup of tea. You resigned yourself to a night in when you checked the weather that morning and it showed a one hundred percent chance of thunderstorms throughout the night. Bucky asked if you wanted to go out, but you made some excuse to stay home. It hurt having to tell him “no” and the disappointment in his voice almost changed your mind. You knew better than to go out in the middle of a storm so you got a cup of tea, shut all the windows and wrapped yourself in a blanket on your couch.

You tried to distract yourself, but each clap of thunder was louder than the last and put you more on edge. Before long, you were clutching your cup of cold tea that you hadn’t even bothered to take a sip of as the storm raged on. Some documentary played on your television, but you had lost interest a few minutes in. Even through the closed curtains, the lightning outside lit up your living room and sent chills down your spine.

A distraction finally came when your phone rang from the kitchen. You grabbed your blanket, wrapped it around yourself like a cape, and fumbled through the dark until you found your ringing phone on the counter. Would it have been easier to turn on the light? Most likely, but this way just made more sense. You picked up your phone to see Bucky was calling you and you smiled a goofy grin at his picture on your screen.

“Hello?” You answered before it had a chance to go to voicemail.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was gonna rain tonight when I asked if you wanted to go out.” His voice sounded muffled, but you could hear him well enough. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to apologize.” You said as you walked aimlessly around your kitchen. “I wanted to see you too, but you know how these crazy storms freak me out.”

“I know and I completely forgot, but don’t worry, I’m on my way over.”

“Really? Please be careful, Bucky!” You rushed to the nearest window as if he was going to be standing there already.

“Don’t worry, I left a little while ago and I've got a surprise for you too.” You could practically hear him grinning and you were suddenly feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Bucky had the tendency to make you forget about whatever it was that had you all worked up and replace your anxiety with pure affection for the man you loved.

“Okay, I can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too. I’ll see you soon dollface.” You hung up and almost forgot about the storm before the familiar boom of the thunder reminded you why you’d been in your Comfy Clothes all day.

After suffering through the storm on your own for a little while longer, you saw the familiar headlights pull up to your driveway. Bucky jumped out his car and ran to your front door where you already had it half open for him. He rushed in and shook the rain off like a dog would after splashing through a big puddle. You smiled at the water dripping from his hair and fought the urge to run your hands through it.

“Hey, doll, sorry I kept you waiting.” Bucky greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you helped him get his raincoat off.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re here.” You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding in until Bucky walked through your door. “What’s that you got there?” You asked cheekily, gesturing to the big brown bag he was holding.

“Oh this?” He held it over your head, just out of your reach. “This is for my best girl for when she’s scared and I’m not there to help her feel better.”

“Is that so? And who could this lucky girl be?” You stood up on your tiptoes so you were right up against his chest and just under his nose. “Because I think I can make a pretty good guess on who she is.”

You closed the distance between you and kissed him full on the mouth, getting a taste of the rain drops that had not yet dried. Bucky’s arm lowered as he put more of his focus into kissing you back so you reached up and grabbed the bag out his hand once it was in reach. It was a silly trick, but you knew it would work. You peered into the bag and your face lit up while Bucky watched you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked as you pulled out a brown stuffed bear with a silver locket around its neck. “This little guy can help me keep an eye on you when it gets bad.”

“Bucky, I love it!” You pulled it out the bag and gave the bear a big squeeze. “It’s absolutely beautiful!”

“Just like you.” He pulled the necklace off the bear and put it around your neck. “I can’t always be here so just look at this and remember I’m always thinking about you, no matter what.”

Your fingers opened the locket to reveal a small photo of you and Bucky from last summer after you two had started dating. His sweet smile would always be with you and you were completely overwhelmed by his sweet gesture.

“You are so incredible to me, I can’t believe it sometimes.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss him again and he smiled into your lips.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

That night, you slept soundly with that teddy bear in your arms under a blanket with the man you loved most. Thunderstorms be damned because you had Bucky and he was never going to let you go.

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[bionic-buckyb]

What Happens In Vegas: The Final Part

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 2,101

Warnings: - language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.

“Okay, so how is this going to go again?” Bucky asked you in the car on the way to the courthouse, his fingers tapping against his knee.

“You don’t really say much of anything, unless the judge asks you to. Let me do all the talking.”

“I don’t have to testify?”

“This isn’t criminal court, Bucky. It’s civil.”

“Peggy is not a civil person,” he sighed, exhaling dramatically.

“It’s the category of the court, not an adjective of her personality, although,” you paused, taking a sip of your fourth coffee. “I don’t disagree with you.”

“She’s loaded, Y/N. Guaranteed she paid the judge off. I’ll never have rights to Charlotte, see her, get to know her, nothing.”

“Doubtful. The judge is a friend of mine, and I paid him to not take Peggy’s money and to give us a fair trial.”

“You paid him off?”

“Well no, not technically. His son is in some… trouble. He asked me to take his case pro bono and I agreed, if he didn’t take Peggy’s bargaining money. Fair trial.”

“Okay…” Bucky trailed off, looking out the window.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, placing your hand on his shaking knee.

“I’m scared,” he said, looking over at you quickly, placing his hand over your own. “What if she’s not mine? What if… after all this time I’ve been heartbroken over a little girl who doesn’t even share my DNA?”

“That possibility is there, Bucky, as much as I hate to admit it. Why else would Peggy be so hateful towards the whole situation?”

“I don’t know, but I guess we’ll find out soon. That mouth swab is always accurate, right? Like there’s never any false--”

“No, Bucky. They’re always right.”

The rest of the ride to the courthouse was quiet, your mind racing over the text message you’d sent in the bathroom the previous afternoon.. Did he take the test too? Would he even show up?

You pulled into the parking lot and grabbed your briefcase. Straightening out your pantsuit, you took Bucky’s hand and walked up the stone steps to the towering marble courthouse.

“Don’t let it intimidate you,” you whispered to Bucky, who was now a lovely shade of ghost white. You gave a small squeeze to his hand of what you hoped was encouragement. “Everything is going to be fine.”

You were early, which was a good sign. Peggy hadn’t shown up yet, even when you were let into the courtroom. You were hoping she’d be late, but she was right on time, walking into the spacious room with her nose in the air. She didn’t even make eye contact with you or Bucky, as she took her seat next to her lawyer. Peggy was dressed to the nines; her hair in perfect curls, a maroon dress hugging her curves, four inch heels on her feet, manicured nails tapping the wooden table impatiently. You wanted to punch her in the face. This wasn’t something you rushed through. Her lawyer was a boring, grey old man, who reeked so badly of smoking tobacco it wafted halfway across the room.

Bucky sat next to you, fidgeting nervously, squeezing your hand under the table. Your own heart was beating in your chest so loudly, the rush of your blood pulsed in your ears. The results of this DNA test would change everyone’s lives, not just Bucky’s. It would change yours, Peggy’s, Bucky’s, Steve’s…

Looking back at the door, you watched it begin to close. The trial was about the begin. Before the door could close all the way, a familiar man squeezed his way through the cracks, taking a seat at the back of the courtroom. His hat was pulled low and he wore a baggy denim jacket, trying to hide himself. There was no hiding from you. You knew who he was the instant he sat down.

Steve.

So he did show up after all, but did he take the test? You’d feared the worst, but now feared for Bucky. He was so desperate to have that little girl be his, to have rights to her. What if Charlotte really wasn’t his?

“All rise!” the bailiff shouted over everyone talking, and the whole room stood up. Your friend the judge, Sam Wilson, came striding out of his office and took his seat. Thankfully, Bucky didn’t look to the back of the courtroom. He had no idea Steve was here, and neither did Peggy.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” Judge Wilson said, opening the file and looking at its contents. “I see today we have a case, regarding the parentage of Charlotte Carter.”

You stood up, smoothing out your pants suit. Swallowing hard, you shot a glance at Peggy, who shot you the evilest grin.

“Yes, your honor. I’m here today to defend my client, Mr. Barnes, regarding his rights to Charlotte Carter.”

Judge Wilson nodded for you to continue.

“It is under my client's impression that Charlotte is his. Miss Carter has been keeping her from him, for reasons unknown. We’re here today to find out her true paternal parentage, for the sanity of my client, your honor.”

“Miss Carter,” Judge Wilson said, turning his attention towards Peggy. “I see here that you have tried to deny DNA testing for Charlotte’s father. May I ask why?”

Peggy stood up, her eyes shooting through you like daggers. Bucky sat next to you, his leg bouncing, fiddling with his fingers. You wanted nothing more than to scoop him in a hug, and make this all go away. “James Barnes is an unfit parent, your honor,” Peggy spat, her voice coated with slime. “He travels around the world and picks up women for who knows what. He’s never home, and he hasn’t tried to contact Charlotte or myself in four years…”

Before you could stop him, Bucky shot up out of his chair, almost knocking it over behind him.

“That’s a lie, and you know it!” he yelled, pointing his finger in her direction. Your favorite piece of hair fell onto his forehead, before he hastily put it back in place. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he immediately calmed, sitting back down. Judge WIlson tapped his gavel.

“Order, order…” he said calmly, trying to keep peace. “Mr. Barnes, please stand.”

Bucky did as he was told and stood up, folding his hands and placing them in front of him.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m going to ask you a few questions.”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Have you ever been convicted of a felony?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you ever been in trouble with the law at all?”

“No, sir.”

Judge Wilson turned his gaze from Bucky to Peggy. Peggy’s face went white at the intensity of the judge’s gaze.

“Miss Carter, Mr. Barnes has every right to parental rights, should Charlotte Carter be his true kin. He has no run ins with the law, he has a full time job, and his urine test was clean.”

“I don’t care about all of that,” she whined, looking to her lawyer who hadn’t said a word this entire time. He looked like a lumpy sofa. “I don’t want him around my daughter!”

“Sit down, Miss Carter, before I have you ejected from my courtroom,” Judge Wilson said through gritted teeth. Peggy sat down hard and crossed her arms like a toddler. “Your opinion on Mr. Barnes does not matter. His legal rights stand, should the results be in his favor.”

“Your honor?” you spoke softly, putting up your hand. “May I interject?” “Proceed,” he replied.

“With all due respect, your honor, we’re simply here for the results of the DNA test. Once we find out if Charlotte Carter is his daughter, we can arrange for another court hearing regarding paternal rights. My client has been waiting for this for a long time, sir.”

“Understandable, please sit.”

You sat down, taking Bucky’s hand under the table once more. His other free hand was chewing on his thumb nail. Leaning over, you whispered in his ear.

“Whatever happens,” you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered back, producing a soft, side smile.

“In the case of Charlotte Carter,” Judge WIlson said, opening up the file in front of him again, rustling around some papers before he found the one he was looking for. Both of you held your breath, time almost moving in slow motion. “I’m sorry to say that Mr. Barnes, you are not her father.”

You watched the color drain from Bucky’s cheeks, watched the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. You squeezed his bicep, rubbing your hand along his back. Glancing at Peggy, she was smiling so wide, yet still so evilly.

“Your honor,” you said quickly standing up. “I had another one of my clients also take a DNA test on the same day that Mr. Barnes did, regarding the parentage of Charlotte Carter. May I ask if it is in the file?”

Judge Wilson looked through the folder, while you glanced back at Steve. You made direct eye contact with him now, his icy blue eyes piercing your soul. Peggy was making clucking noises from across the room, so shocked she couldn’t produce clear words.

“It is…”

“If I’m not being too bold, your honor, may I ask that you read off Steve Rogers’ DNA results?”

“This is an outrage!” Peggy screamed. Her lawyer continued to sit like a dust bunny, his eyes darting from you to the judge. “This is not what I came here for!”

Judge Wilson ignored her completely. You had already discussed this. Bucky and Steve were staring at each other now, unblinking. Your hands were sweaty, as Judge Wilson straightened out the paper and began to read.

“In the case of Charlotte Carter,” he began, before looking up at Steve at the back of the courtroom. Steve was now standing, waiting on baited breath. “Steve Rogers, you are the rightful father.”

There was silence in the courtroom after the results were read. Bucky and Steve continued to stare at one another. Peggy was crying. Her lawyer was wiping his greasy face with a handkerchief from his pocket. Judge Wilson slammed his gavel and stood.

“I will see Mr. Rogers and Miss Carter back here in one month to discuss parental rights. Case dismissed.”

Bucky stood up quickly and walked to the back of the courtroom where Steve stood. They looked at one another for a brief moment, before taking each other into the biggest bear hug you’d ever seen. Your heart was finally at a stand still, as everything was revealed. Although you knew Bucky was sad that Charlotte wasn’t his, you knew he was happy that everything worked out in his best friend’s favor.

“I’m so sorry,” Bucky said, taking his friend’s face in his hands, before slapping his shoulders. “I’m so glad she’s yours.”

“Me too, man. Me too…” Steve replied, slapping Bucky’s shoulder in return.

Bucky turned back to you and picked you up, spinning you around. He planted one long, hard kiss on your lips, before brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“You,” he said, kissing your nose. “Are an angel.”

“It was nothing…” you said, waving him off. “I just wanted the truth out.”

Steve stepped forward and grabbed you in a big hug.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he whispered in your ear. “Thank you for making me see.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a smile, before looking over at Peggy. She was sitting alone at the table still, her lawyer long gone. “I think you should go talk to her…”

“Yeah…” Steve said, squeezing your hand. “See you later.”

Steve waved to you and Bucky, before walking up to the front of the courtroom and tapping Peggy on the shoulder. She was crying, and Steve wrapped her in his arms to comfort her.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” you asked, wrapping your arm around Bucky’s leaning your head on his arm.

“I think so,” he replied, kissing the top of your hand. “I think we all will.”

And after everything that had happened over the past couple months, you finally believed him.

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[tonydadisbestdad]

Love and Loss and Love Again

BuckyxReader

Word Count: 1546

From the Stucky prompt of Bucky saying this to Steve about Peggy.

You, Steve and Bucky were the best of friends from the moment you met both of them.

Just like Steve, you were chosen for the program. Upon being introduced to him, you had instantly clicked. You were in this together and became good friends.

The day you met Bucky, you were instantly smitten. He was off limits though. There was no way, with how times were, that you could be together. So you left your feelings alone and did your job.

The day you and Steve lost him, you cried for what felt like an eternity. How could this have happened? Of all the people, it had to be him.

Then before you knew it Steve was gone too, and then it was your turn.

That was so long ago.

Now, you had both of them back. You had the Avenger’s. You were good.

Except your problem now was that you were still in love with Barnes and you were sure he didn’t love you.

Currently you were enjoying time bonding with the team. Fun music was playing, and after being denied by Bucky to dance you asked Steve who gladly pulled you away.

Everyone always watched whenever you danced with Steve. People danced so differently now. You danced so beautifully that it captivated everyone. It was a great time. You were happy.

“Y/N,” Steve whispered, as he twirled you across the floor.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, Steve?”

He tried to hide the frown from you with a small smile, but his eyes were a tell all. “You need to tell him.”

You sighed. Over your many years, you’d lost count of how many time’s you’d had this conversation with Steve. You glanced over to Bucky who was having a drink with Thor, before being turned away. “Steve-”

“You should be dancing with him, sweetheart.”

“He doesn’t feel that way about me, I don’t want to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do. I don’t want to make things weird between us by telling him…” You whispered. You sighed and rested your ear to Steve’s shoulder. You could feel eyes practically boring into you, but that could have just been from everyone staring at you, you thought.

“You deserve to be happy, or at least let him go.” Steve said. “I hate seeing you like this. I want you both to be happy. You won’t know unless you tell him.”

“I won’t be happy if he rejects me and that makes things awkward between us, Steve.” You argued.

Steve sighed. “Alright, fine then… Just please know that if you do ever decide to tell him and he rejects you, I’m here for you.”

You nodded. “Thanks, Steve…”

“Of course, I love you. You’re one of my best friends.”

“I love you too, Steve.” You said, before jumping slightly, hearing a chair hit the ground. You whipped around to see Bucky quickly leaving the room.

Everyone looked around at each other before looking at Thor.

“The grumpy one said something about Y/N, before he left,” Thor said. “This was not my doing.”

You quickly looked up at Steve, worried expressions on both of your faces.

“Go,” He told you, giving you a small shove.

You nodded and followed after Bucky, hoping he hadn’t gotten far.

“Please tell me you didn’t give him your Asgardian alcohol,” you heard Tony say before you got too far.

“This is a party is it not?” Thor asked.

You started to jog hearing that. That much alcohol in his system would not be good for Bucky. You decided to try his room first. You heard a muffled sob behind his door and gently cracked it open. Another sob came, only a little louder this time. You found Bucky out on his balcony. You gently closed his door behind you before going and knocking on the opened balcony door.

Bucky’s metal hand gripped harder at the metal barrier above the balcony. “Go away.” He ground out.

“Buck,” you started quietly. You stepped outside into the crisp fall air.

His head turned away but he couldn’t fight his sobs. “You-You kn-know... I-I don’t need you pl-playing mommy dearest with me, Y/N.”

You gently laid a hand in the crook of his metal elbow . “I’m not trying to mother you.”

You could practically feel Bucky roll his eyes. He tried to shrug you off, so you removed your hand. “Go back to Steve.”

“You need me right now, James. What happened?” You asked quietly.

“Like you fucking care.” Bucky quickly turned on his heels and went back into his room.

You followed after him. “Bucky, of course I care!” You couldn’t believe he’d say that, even with that magical alcohol in his system.

Bucky laughed, it was harsh and so pained, it made your insides ache. “You’ve never cared about me. It’s always been about Steve.” His tears were still rolling, unable to stop. He was facing you now. A hard look set in his red eyes.

You didn’t know what you could say. You’d always stuck closer to Steve. You were in the same program, but you didn’t think you treated Bucky poorly because of that. You just wanted to keep your distance, you didn’t want to mess up with him and lose him and Steve. They were together before you, you wouldn’t come between them if you could help it.

“I-I can’t be here anymore. I don’t belong here and I can’t take watching you and Steve anymore. I’m happy for you really, I just can’t see it anymore. Nothing HYDRA did to me compares to the pain of watching you fall in love with Steve.” He finished.

Your heart felt as if it shattered. The thought of you causing Bucky this much pain brought you to tears now. He wanted to leave because of you, he was in so much pain because you were so afraid of feeling the rejection you’d put him through. Your hand covered your mouth as your tears started falling. “B-Bucky I-”

“Don’t you dare. Don’t call me that,” the brunette growled. “Get out.”

“No,” you stated. You reached out for him but he tore away from you. You winced and a small sob escaped you. You wrapped your arms around yourself. “W-we need to talk about this.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” he stated, his face was tear stained but his blue eyes were now empty of everything but rage. Something you hadn’t seen since he was being controlled by HYDRA. “I want you out. Then I’m leaving and you aren’t going to do a fucking thing about it, Y/N. I don’t belong here, and the only thing keeping me here that makes me happy is in love with someon-”

“Buchanan shut up!” You shouted, ceasing his rant. Sure he responded to all of his names, but you using his middle name always got his attention. “You and Steve are my best friends… I love both of you… a-and this is my fault b-but I could never love Steve the way I love you…”

Bucky’s eyes settled into a glare.

He didn’t believe you the way you wanted him to.

So you spilled everything.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I-I was just so afraid you’d reject me. I was so afraid that If we worked and something happened between us, I’d lose both of you. I-I thought if I just pushed my feelings aside, if I stayed away from you more than it would help keep my feelings for you away. So, I stuck closer to Steve… a-and after we thought you were dead he-he was all I had and when we got you back- Bucky, that was the happiest day of my life. I am not in love with Steve. I am in love with you. And-And I am beyond sorry that I made you think otherwise.” Sobs racked your body, he was staring at you blankly.

You were sure with the Asgardian liquor in him he needed time to think.

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

You shifted awkwardly on your feet. A chill swept up your spine as the cool autumn breeze blew through the room.

Seeing the chance for distraction Bucky walked back to the door and closed it. He didn’t turn around to face you.

“D-do you want me to go?” You asked, quietly.

“N-no,” he mumbled.

You sighed and walked over to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hid in the center of his back. “We can talk in the morning, Bucky… you should probably get to bed.”

He released a shuddery breath. “W-will you stay with me…?”

“I’ll always stay with you, Buck…”

The next morning there was a knock at the door.

“Buck,” Steve’s voice called before the door opened.

You burrowed further into Bucky’s chest, enjoying his warmth.

“About damn time,” Steve said, from the end of the bed.

“Shut up, Stevie,” you mumbled.

Bucky chuckled sleepily against you. “Could have avoided all of it. I’m just an idiot.”

“No you aren’t,” both you and Steve said.

Bucky sighed and nuzzled your hair. “Love you guys…”

“We love you too, Bucky.” You told him.

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 8

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: To celebrate reaching 4k followers today, I decided to put out part 8! Sadly, I’m so busy that I never have time to do decent celebrations. But i want you all to know how amazing you are, and how much I appreciate and love you. You guys are so amazing, and I do this for you. Thank you to my amazing friend @bovaria for looking over this for me. She is one of the biggest reasons why I am even somewhat established in this fandom, and I love her so much. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from all of you ♥

Word Count: 1,287

Warnings: - language. - slight violence.

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“Steve!” you shrieked, as Bucky’s back made contact with the floor with a dull thud; the back of his head bouncing off the carpet, a thick trickle of blood running down his lip from his nose. “What the fuck?!”

Steve’s fist was still cocked back, waiting to distribute another blow. There was a splatter of Bucky’s blood across his knuckles, his chest rising and falling, his face and neck turning angry red. You immediately felt like you were going to be sick, your stomach churning inside like a stormy sea.

You knelt down on the floor as quickly as you could to help Bucky up, but he was on his feet like a lightning bolt, his own hands balled into tight fists. He wiped the blood from his nose and pushed Steve backwards as hard as he could, your hands shooting out to try and stop something you knew you had no control over.

Steve fell back a few steps, before regaining his balance. His eyes were on fire now, the muscles clenching in his forearms. You were frozen in place, watching the situation play out before you like a nightmare.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Steve questioned, walking slowly towards Bucky until they were mere inches from each other. “You’re gonna try and fight me now, Buck?”

Bucky sniffed, bringing up the back of his hand to wipe away more blood. You wanted to give him a tissue, tell him to tip his head back and just fucking relax but you were still unable to move. Your eyes darted back and forth between them, like you were watching a tennis match.

“You’re damn right I am,” Bucky replied, his teeth gritted. You had never seen either of them this angry before. Too much masculinity in one tiny hotel room was beginning to make you dizzy. “You call that a punch, I call it a cheap shot.”

“Is that so?”

“It is,” Bucky said softly, before cocking his own fist back and punching Steve as hard as he could, making direct contact with his jaw. This time Steve fell to the ground like dead weight, his back making contact with the bed before falling over onto the floor. He shook it off and stood back up, his lip bleeding, blood filling his mouth.

“Yanno,” Steve started, wiping blood from his lip and spitting the excess blood into the garbage can. You silently hoped all of his teeth were still intact. Bucky was poised to strike again, this time completely ready for any wild punches thrown his way. “I thought that maybe because you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t have to fight you over a woman.”

“She’s not just a woman, Steve…”

“You’re right, she’s not. But she was my woman. Until you came around and fucked it all up. Typical Bucky…” Steve chuckled darkly, spitting more blood into the garbage can. It was really starting to piss you off how they talked about you like you weren’t even in the room but, still, you were rooted to the same spot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bucky spat, quickly forcing the hair out of his eyes.

“She’s too good for you,” he said slowly so that Bucky could hear every syllable, an evil grin on his face. It was as if he took pleasure in Bucky’s pain. You had never seen this side of Steve before either, and it was honestly frightening. “She’ll get sick of your bullshit, and she’ll leave. Just like all the others do.”

“Shut the fuck up…”

“You know I’m right!” Steve shouted, his hands thrown up in the air. “You’re her husband now and you’re going to make her life hell. She’s going to be miserable, and it’s going to be all your faul---”

Like a cannonball, Bucky shouted a war cry and tackled Steve to the floor. You yelped and put your hands over your mouth, as you watched Bucky pin his best friend to the floor and beat the holy shit out of him. Finally, you found your voice. This had gone too fucking far.

“Bucky! Stop it!” you yelled as loud as you could, trying to grab him off of Steve without getting in the middle of it. Steve finally got a punch on Bucky’s ribs and he fell back into the dresser, almost knocking the TV to the floor.

“You have no idea what she wants,” Bucky garbled, punching Steve in the stomach as he came closer to him. “You have no idea how she feels!”

Steve’s fist made connection with Bucky’s eye and you saw the fight almost leave his body. With one last effort, Bucky kicked his boot into Steve’s stomach and they were both down for the count.

“I do k-know what she wants,” Steve stuttered, trying to catch his breath. They were panting now, like rabid animals who had just fought to the death. “I’ve known her longer than you. She doesn’t want you.”

The blood in your veins was boiling now. How dare they talk about you like you weren’t even in the room? How dare they act like they knew what you wanted, what was best for you? With one deep breath, you let loose, not caring who you pissed off.

“That’s it!” you cried, taking the vase on the dresser and smashing it off the floor. You were seeing red as you looked between the two of them, their faces bleeding and already speckled with purplish bruises. “You’re both assholes, and neither of you have any right to talk about me like I’m not here!”

Both Steve and Bucky looked down at the floor when you spoke, clearly forgetting that you were even there. They were embarrassed, and they damn well should be.

“Look at you both! Fighting over… me! I am not as important as you both make me seem, and I am not worth killing each other over!

“But… you are,” Steve managed to say, still not looking at you. Bucky’s eyes shot up and gave Steve the death glare, before looking at you and turning away almost immediately.

“Steve, I honestly can’t believe you. Not even twenty minutes ago you were standing here telling me that me and Bucky’s… whatever the fuck this is, was okay. Now you love me?”

“Doll…” Bucky said, getting up from the floor and walking towards you. As much as you wanted to hug him and tell him everything was okay, you were pissed. You told him not to come in here, because you knew it would turn ugly.

“No,” you said quickly, putting your hands against his chest. “I… I need some time.”

“Y/N!” Steve called from the floor, as you grabbed your bag and walked out the door. You didn’t answer him. Your hand was on the doorknob, your body halfway out the door, when Bucky stopped you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said softly, ensuring he made direct eye contact with you. He didn’t even say what he was sorry for, but you just knew. You suddenly felt the tears well up in your eyes, your brain and heart at war with each other.

“Me too,” you whispered back, as Bucky let the door go and you closed it behind you. The look on his face as you left made the tears flow. You loved him so much, you knew that in your heart, but you couldn’t help but listen to the things Steve was saying. Bucky was gone all the time for work, traveling who knows where. What kind of relationship would that be? Taking your phone out of your pocket, you dialed the first person who would know what to do.

“Nat,” you said when she finally picked up the phone. “Come get me. I need you.”

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Partners

A Bucky x Reader / fluff

A/N: This was a request submitted by @fstarta. I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: - language.

Tags: (at the bottom)

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Sparring was a normal occurrence during training, both Steve and Tony assured to that. Surprising yourself, you were pretty damn good at it. Normally, you were paired up with either Wanda or Nat, but Steve had recently made sure he paired you up with his best friend Bucky Barnes; a rather large man with a metal arm, long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a fucking attitude. He was extremely handsome and most often polite, but when you got the one up on him during practice, his demeanor immediately turned sour. There were those rare moments when he was in a good mood, almost flirty, but they were few and far between. You couldn’t help but wonder what form of Bucky you would be getting today.

You could tell Steve has been trying to hook you both up; knowing Bucky’s past from what Nat had told you, you weren’t surprised. Maybe Steve thought that Bucky needed another friend besides him; a woman’s touch, maybe. Bad news for Rogers - you weren’t that kind of woman. But then again, Bucky wasn’t the normal everyday man.

“Y/N!” Stark called at the ass crack of dawn, your body not yet fully awake, let alone your mind. “You’re with Barnes today.”

“Tony, I don’t even know why you bother screaming at me so bloody early anymore,” you huffed, wrapping tape around your hands followed by your bulky gloves. “You know Steve always puts me with Bucky.” You’d argued previously that your own bare hands would help you quicker than these stupid boxing gloves, but Steve argued that you weren’t at that stage in your training yet. It was to the point now where you just stopped arguing with him about anything. It wasn’t like you ever won anyway.

“It’s my routine,” he snapped back sarcastically, peering over his reading glasses at you, which were perched perfectly on the end of his nose. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try and mess it up. Who pissed in your scrambled eggs this morning, anyway?”

Instead of responding, you just rolled your eyes as far back into your skull as you possibly could in his direction, and snatched the bottle of water he had for you out of his hands.

“Buck up, Y/N!” Tony called after you, followed by an immediate Stark chuckle. “Sorry! Poor choice of words!”

While waiting for Bucky to arrive in the training room, you started to stretch. It was essential to stretch your muscles before any type of exercise, or you’d strain yourself. An injury meant being out of commission for days, even weeks, and no one wanted that. You’d die of boredom sitting in the tower all day, especially if Stark was around.

“Morning,” you heard Bucky’s gruff voice from behind you. You stood up straight from touching your toes and turned around to face him. His mocha colored hair was pulled away from his face in a tight bun, his cheeks rosy. He was smiling for once, and you felt your neck and chest get hot under his gaze. He was so close to you now, almost towering over you, it made your heart skip beats. You had never noticed before now how blue his eyes actually were, and you could feel yourself developing a nasty crush on this metal armed warrior.

“Good morning, Bucky,” you replied, putting your boxing gloves back on you’d taken off to stretch. Your arms immediately felt heavier, and you hated it. There was no way you were ever going to beat him this way.

“Let me guess,” Bucky said, wrapping tape around his own hands. “You and I are partners today.”

“Bingo. Thanks to your pal Steve…”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked you with a smirk, his ocean blue eyes twinkling under the lights. You were taken aback by his question, and you felt yourself stop breathing for a moment. This is the most he’d ever made conversation with you before, let alone smiled at you.

“I-I mean, no….”

He tore his eyes away from you to stretch, bending over and touching his toes. He spread his legs immediately after and worked the muscles in his legs, before standing back up and crossing his arms one by one over his broad chest. Bucky was wearing form fitting black sweatpants, along with a matching cut off tank top. His metal arm was extremely intimidating out in the open like this, being the first time you’d ever seen it. Normally, he was in long sleeves, pretending it didn’t exist. Today, it was on full display, and you had to close your mouth to keep from drooling as you took every inch of him in.

When he stood up, you quickly acted as if you were stretching yourself, following his movements. He jumped up and down to get his blood flowing, and he smiled at you the entire time. Your heart was sinking lower and lower into the pit of your stomach, realizing a crush was developing for this Adonis of a man.

You couldn’t help but continue to watch Bucky as he tried to fit his metal hand into the boxing glove. He was clearly struggling, and you quickly walked over and helped him slide it over the ridges and grooves in his hand. There was a moment where your skin made contact with the metal, and your eyes instantly met. You felt the heat creeping over your entire body now, as you looked down at your shoes like a high school girl in love.

“I like being your partner, doll,” he whispered so only you could hear him. Bucky took his finger from his non-gloved hand and hooked it under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. “Nothing is more attractive than a strong woman.”

You smiled at him, but that was all you could do, the rest of your body a puddle on the floor. He was so damn charming and so fucking handsome, it made your head spin. Where was this Bucky over two weeks ago, when Steve had made him your permanent partner? Maybe this is what Steve had planned all along…

“Look,” he said, making you jump out of your thoughts. “If I win, I get to take you out to dinner.”

Little did he know, you’d go out to dinner with him regardless, but you decided to play his little game.

“Okay. And if I win?”

“You pay for dinner.”

“Deal,” you said, taking your hand out of the glove quickly, extending it for him to shake. His hand wrapped around yours and shook it. It was warm, and you felt tingles rush throughout your body at his touch. He smirked once more, blowing a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of his bun and landed on his forehead. Bucky put the other glove on his free hand and stepped back from you, his fists in the air. You put your glove back on and took a deep breath.

“Ready when you are, Y/N.”

You squared up a bit away from him, your gloves blocking your face. Bucky stepped forward and took his first swing. You ducked, and swung your arm to catch his middle. He made an ‘oof!’ sound and you chuckled, backing away from him and squaring up again.

“Very nice,” he said mischievously. “But you won’t be so lucky this time.”

Before you could blink, he was swinging at your face again. You ducked, but this time his other hand came around and caught you in the middle. You turned and doubled over, the wind momentarily knocked out of you, but you quickly regained your strength and faced him again with a new fire in your heart.

Without saying a word to him, you swung once more. This time, Bucky ducked and dodged your punch, swinging his body around you and smacking you right on the ass. Everything in your mind was telling him to fuck right off, that this wasn’t acceptable whatsoever, but your vagina was telling him to keep it up.

“Is that how you train with all the girls, Bucky?”

“No, doll,” he replied, out of breath; a thin sheen of sweat developing on his perfectly sculptured jaw line. “Just you.”

Without letting him regain his composure, you were after him again, swinging with all your might at his stomach. He dodged you once more, disorienting you and smacking your ass once more. He was chuckling to himself now, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet as if he’d just won a prize.

“Give it up!” he taunted, smashing his gloves together. “You can’t beat me!”

With one swift punch, you caught him in the nose. He reeled back, a small trickle of blood coming from one nostril. You felt immediately terrible, rushing over to him and pulling tissues out of your bag. “Oh my god, Bucky! I’m so sorry!”

“Ah!” he hissed, as he pushed the tissue you’d given him up his nose to stem the bleeding. “It’s okay, really. Just a bloody nose.”

“Does this mean I won?” you asked with a smirk.

“Well, first blood is always the winner,” he replied in a nasally voice, the tissue in his nose making him talk funny. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“So, you’re taking me to dinner then, huh?”

“If you’d like to accompany me,” he said slowly, unsure if you’d even want to come with him.

“Of course!” you said quickly, taking your hand and entwining it with his metal one. “I’d love to.”

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Blast From The Past: Part 22

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: Angst, fluff, little bit of smut?, swearing

A/N: So I’m still not comfortable with writing full smut, so just a little snippet. 

Set a month after part 21.

Might be a few days until I post the next part, I’ve got so many assignments, and I’ve got to figure out how I want this series to end.

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Part 1 // Part 21

It had been two months since you skipped out on your friends. As much as you felt terrible for doing it, you knew it was the right thing. They didn’t need to be dealing with you when you were broken.

At first you’d stayed in the city, not feeling ready to leave just yet. But as soon as you were caught in the background of a selfie, you knew that the jig was up. Tony would find it, and your friends would come for you. So you decided you needed to leave, go cross country.

You’d decided on New Orleans. It was where your mother was originally from, or that’s what your father had told you. Who knew if anything he told you about her was true or not. Either way, New Orleans had been your home for almost a month now, and things were getting better.

Your nightmares were less frequent, and you were able to distract yourself everyday to stop the constant dwelling. You found yourself a crappy, run down apartment. Every floorboard squeaked and the facets constantly dripped, but it was mundane and regular. Nothing that anyone would batt an eyelid at; just like your job. You were now a waitress in a little cafe, the pay was crap, but the people were nice. You were living a normal life, or appearing to.

Everyday you thought about Bucky, even when you were trying your hardest not to. What he was doing, how he was coping, if he’d met a pretty girl yet that was uncomplicated and didn’t have blood on her hands. You missed him like crazy; his smile, his laugh, his smell, how peacefully he slept, the way your name rolled off his tongue as it were crafted just for him to say. You wanted to see him, just one more time, but you knew that for him to move on, you had to stay away, no matter how well you had been recovering. You were still a monster. Just now you were a monster who was masquerading as a normal person.

“Wendy? Are you listening?” Grace’s voice broke through your thoughts of Bucky,

“What? I’m sorry,” you gave her an apologetic smile, looking up from the empty plate you’d been absent-mindedly scrubbing for 5 minutes straight.

Grace was the closest thing you had to a best friend in Louisiana. She’d grown up in New Orleans all her life, and wanted nothing more than to get out and see the world, but for now she was stuck waitressing with you in the cafe. She was regular, the opposite of you; both her parents were alive and happy, no super soldier serum had ever passed through her veins, she’d never even heard of Hydra. She was everything you were pretending to be.

“I was asking you what I should do about Johnny. He hasn’t called in 5 days,” she sighs out,

“Oh,” you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other. You hadn’t told Grace anything about your life before New Orleans, not even about Bucky, “I don’t know, sorry. I have absolutely no hope with men. I tend to avoid them,” you shrug. Your hand instinctively makes its way to the diamond necklace that still hangs around your neck. You never took it off, and you never plan to. It was one of the only things that reminded you of Bucky and your time together.

She gives you an understanding smile and leaves the cafe’s kitchen to serve some customers that had just entered. You went back to your dishes, laughing to yourself about how your lie to Grace wasn’t entirely untrue. Bucky did strangle you the first time he entered the Avenger compound.

“Oh. My. God. You little liar!” Grace exclaims in a hushed voice, hurrying back into the kitchen.

You stiffen for a moment. ‘Oh no, she knows,’ you panic, before a more rational part of your brain realises that her expression is only mock anger.

“What? I really do have no luck with my love life,” you defend,

“Well why are there two gorgeous men at the coffee bar asking for you!?”

“Excuse me?” no one knew you in New Orleans, why would there be guys asking for you?

“Two tall, handsome men. They’re wearing baseball caps and sunglasses, but I can just tell that they’re 10s,” she drags you away from the sink and to the swinging kitchen doors.

You peer through the door’s view window. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your heart stopped. The men Grace were describing were Steve and Sam. ‘They found me,’ you panic. Immediately, you start formulating a plan in your head, and it started with getting the hell out of the cafe.

“Grace, I’m not feeling well. Can you cover for me until Debbie comes in for her shift?” you didn’t even wait for your friend to answer before you stripped off the kitchen gloves and made a beeline for your belongings,

“What do you mean? Go talk to those guys!” she had no idea what was going on in your head,

“You go talk to them, they’re probably single,” you force yourself to appear stable, and mouth a thank you to her before you rush out the kitchen’s back door.

Getting out onto the street, you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. ‘How the fuck did they find me?’ you had been so careful. You’d only told one person where you were going and what you were changing your name to. ‘Fucking Matt Murdock,’ you inwardly curse him as you check the street before crossing. But before you can step out into the street, a sight makes you feel as if you’ve been punched in the gut, winding you. 

Bucky. Standing across the street, in a cap and hoodie. He was looking up and down the street, obviously searching for you. He looked even more handsome than the day you’d the last time you’d seen him, you didn’t think that was possible. You were frozen, staring at the man you love, and waging a war with yourself. You wanted nothing more than to run to him, feel his arms around you and tell him you love him. But you knew you couldn’t do that. He couldn’t see you, couldn’t know they’d found you.

You quickly turn to your right, seeking another route to your apartment, and you collide with an elderly woman carrying her groceries. Just your luck, she drops everything, and you only catch her just before she falls over. You’d made a scene, and everyone was stopping to help the old lady pick up her things. You were about to apologise when you heard the voice you’d been dreaming of for weeks.

“Y/N?” Bucky called over the street. You glance back at him, and his face immediately softens, almost looking relieved. He started to walk towards you. You ignore the old lady, and run off, as fast as your legs will carry you.

Slamming your apartment door behind you, you practically fly around your room, grabbing clothes and belongings. Your senses were dialled up to ten, you could hear people laughing in the apartment stairwell 3 flights down. You were on red alert. Bucky couldn’t find you, he couldn’t talk to you. You knew that if he had the chance he’s try and bring you back to New York with him.

Your feet come to a halt, your mind running through the possibility of actually going back with him. You were improving, and you weren’t waking up every night screaming; maybe you could rejoin your friends and return to your old life. You quickly pushed the fantasy out of your mind, you couldn’t. You’d done too much, you were too much of a burden on them.

Just as you were stuffing your photo frames into your bag, the floorboards outside your apartment door creaked under the weight of someone. ‘He followed me,’ you conclude. You should have known that Bucky wouldn’t have stayed on the street where you’d left him.

Taking a moment to breathe, you consciously wipe the emotion from your face. Seeing him would make you smile or cry, you couldn’t tell which one, but to protect him, you had to brush him off asap. You rip open the door and there he was, awkwardly standing outside your door, hesitating to knock. Bucky opened his mouth to talk, but you cut him off,

“Why are you here?” your harsh tone wipes the smile from his face,

“We... I... Y/N,” he stammers. He was looking at you as if he you were an angel, his eyes scanning over every feature,

“That’s not an answer,” your heart wrenched at how harsh you were being, you had to keep reminding yourself that it was for his benefit,

“I found you,” he breathes out. He took a step forward, reaching to touch your face. But you take a counter step backwards, you knew that if you let him touch you, or if he stayed too long, your resolve would melt away and you’d do anything he asked,

“Go home, Bucky,”

“I am home! You’re my home,” he seemed to get ahold of himself, the shock of seeing you starting to wear off, “The Avengers aren’t my home. Brooklyn wasn’t even my home,”

“I asked you not to look for-”

“I always felt like I was missing something,” he cuts you off, “I used to try to fill it with things. Women, alcohol, war. Nothing ever fit. But you. You gave me a home before I even knew I needed one,”

"You’ve survived without me before, if you just try, you’ll do it again,” you force yourself to hold your ground, “And you’ll be happy and safe,”

"I hardly call what I did before you surviving. I was alive, but I was just going through the motions. Nothing ever felt right without you. So, no I won’t. I’m a mess without you. My life doesn’t work without you,” his words were heart breaking. You knew that leaving the Avengers wouldn’t be easy on Bucky, but you had no idea he would feel like this, “I never knew why I felt so empty after I escaped Hydra, but it’s because I didn’t have you. I’m never going to be happy without you, because without you I’m lost,”

Your heart wrenched and you almost reached out to touch him, just like you had in your dreams since you’d left. But you were a monster, he didn’t need that. He might not think he can live without you, but he hasn’t tried yet, “Why couldn’t you just let me get away and stay away. I’m trying to do you a favour!” you’re shouting now, feeling desperate to get out of there before you did something you’d regret... something you wanted to do,

“Because I love you!” Bucky raises his voice to match yours,

“After everything I’ve done?! All of this blood on my hands doesn’t wash off, Bucky. It’s never going to go away. I can’t bring back the people I’ve murdered!”

“Neither can I! And you’re the only person that knows what I’ve been through. I’m the only person that knows what you’re going through now. We’re the only ones that realise that some things have changed us, forever. I’m not that proud solider from the 40s anymore, and you’re not that naive girl that lost her mother at birth anymore,” his face softens, “But I still love you. What happened to fighting for each other? Please, Y/N, don’t give up on us,”

You were silent, you only stared at the man you loved and felt like your heart was breaking.

“Unless you already have... You don’t love me anymore,” Bucky’s face fell and his voice was defeated. That was it, you couldn’t keep up this facade anymore,

"You really think that’s what this is about?” your voice was low and eyes were starting to sting, telling you that tears weren’t far behind, “You really think that I could stop loving you, ever? Do you understand how much it hurt me to stay away, to run and never turn back? I never stopped fighting for you, but I’m fighting myself. Every day all I can think about is you. Every morning I wake up and for a brief, blissful moment I forget where I am and what I’ve done, then it hits me, and it reminds me to stay away. But, God, I’ve missed you so much it physically hurts,”

Now Bucky was silent. His eyes were searching yours for any tell that you were lying. You were only staring back into those blue eyes that still took your breath away, fighting a war with yourself about staying or running again. When he didn’t say anything, you continue, “When Cleardon was saying those damn words, the only thing I was scared of losing was you. I fought so hard to keep my feelings for you. Even without my fucking emotions I still couldn’t kill you, because a part of me knew that I would not be able to live knowing you weren’t somewhere in this world,” you inhale a ragged breath and finally step forward. Closing the space between the two of you, you place your hands on either side of his face, “I love you, James. I’m always going to love you,”

That was all Bucky needed to hear. His lips crashed against yours. Even after all this time, you still both worked in perfect sync. His kiss was passionate and desperate. You moan into his mouth, you’d been dreaming of this for months, and it was even better than you’d expected. Bucky’s arms snake behind your thighs, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You press your body into his frame, you needed to be closer to him. Your back slams against your apartment wall, and a small grunt escapes your lips as Bucky’s latch onto that sensitive spot of your neck. You moan out, and Bucky suddenly moves from the wall, still kissing you. He releases one of his hands from the back of your thigh, but has no problem holding you up with his metal arm. After sweeping your desk free of your bag and a lamp, he slams you down on the wood. He was being rough, and you couldn’t get enough. You hastily pull Bucky’s shirt off, and he rips open yours. Buttons fly everywhere,

“Hey, I liked that shirt,” you giggle,

“I’ll buy you a new one, doll,” he says into your skin as he hungrily trails kisses down your chest and stomach, occasionally stopping to lightly bite.

You’d tried so hard to resist Bucky, to tell him to leave and let you go. But you couldn’t be more glad that he’d been his stubborn self and refused to let you go.

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