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Drunk On Lust

PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

WORD COUNT : 1.6k

SUMMARY : Nothing it's pure filth.

WARNINGS : Smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, messy sex, porn without plot.

Bucky's tongue bullied its way past your lips, a low moan escaped him and buzzes against them. You respond with an encouraging sound, the kiss never breaking. Your hand slips from his neck to his hair, tangling in it and tugging slightly. Your movements only encourage him as the wet smack of your connected mouths echo throughout the room, lit warmly with the morning sun.

His hand travels to your mid-thigh, hiking your leg up to rest on his hip. His groin meets your core through the gray sweats that hung low on his hips and your panties. A choked whimper escapes you when you feel how hard he is — the outline unmistakable; long, thick, and solid against you. Your panties do nothing to hide your arousal — your slick seeping through the thin fabric and transferring to his light attire. A dark spot appearing on his groin as your hips move together.

Bucky breaks the kiss to speak, a line of your combined saliva connecting the two of you before breaking. His eyes travel down to his pants. "Look at you, sweetheart... soaking through already and I barely touched you. Wonder how messy she'll be when I give 'er what she wants, hm?" His voice comes out low but lacks teasing — it's more praise and awe. You feel his breath hit your skin as the words leave his mouth. "Then why don't you see, yeah?" You respond breathlessly, causing his head to snap back up to look at you. Your breaths mingle together in the air, before connecting once more.

His hand slides over your chest and down towards the band of your underwear — toying with it before hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling it down your legs. Your lips break contact as he sits up and finishes pulling them off. "Let me see her, yeah?" He mumbles, his hands guiding your legs to spread. The cool air hits your core yet you feel his firey gaze land on the slick in between your legs. "Look at that.. prettiest pussy, y'know that?" He lowers himself onto his stomach, his breath fanning over your core. "Gonna let me make you feel good?" He asks, his eyes glancing up to see your reaction.

"Yeah.. yeah you can.." You nod vigorously, voice breathless and light. His head dips immediately after hearing your approval, pupils blown wide with lust. His tongue licks a stripe up you, collecting your wetness before retracting again with a low moan. You gasp softly before threading your hand in his hair once again. "Tastes so good, baby..." He grunts before going back in for more. His tongue flattens on your clit before his lips wrap around it and suck gently. Your legs are restless, hips thrusting upwards to chase the pleasure. "Oh my god, Bucky..." your moans fill his ears, only encouraging him. He shakes his head lightly, trying to get his face impossibly deeper. His moans and hums only add to the pleasure, vibrating against your skin, causing you to grip the headboard above you.

His free hand snakes up to prod at your entrance, circling gently before slipping two fingers inside. He removes his mouth to watch his fingers sink in with a look of awe, lips parted and eyes darkened. "Look at you... she takes 'em so well... yeah she does..." he says lowly, his voice dripping out smoothly and doing nothing to help the sticky mess between your thighs. He hits knuckle before curling softly, searching for the spot that makes you see stars. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair, your moans now louder. Honestly, thank god everyone left the tower because there was no way you could silence yourself. Not when he was so focused on your pleasure and succeeding greatly.

His fingers hit that spongey spot inside you with a particular curl, making your walls clamp down and back to arch. Your mouth falls open in a silent sound, head lolling back against the pillow. "There it is, let me make you feel good, baby." His voice is rough with lust as he speeds up his finger, focusing on that one spot. Your thighs shake as your moans fill the room. His thumb finds your clit and rubs circles, your hips stuttering upwards. "Bucky... 'm so close! 'M so- fuck!" You squeak out through the pleasure. "C'mon, let me feel it.. you deserve it, come on." He grunts out, the muscles in his arm flexing with the work he's putting in.

The band building in your lower belly snaps as your back arches and a loud moan escapes your swollen lips. "There we go... that's my girl." He says, his movements slowing down as he rides you through your orgasm before gently sliding his fingers out. He groans when he catches sight on the string of your slick connects him to your pussy before breaking. He raises his hand to his lips, wrapping them around his fingers and sucking your arousal off of them with a low hum of enjoyment. "Jesus Christ..." you mumble, looking back up to watch his actions. "Taste like heaven — could spend the rest of my life down there." He says with a sly smile, crawling back up your body and kissing you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck as you taste yourself on his tongue, pulling a sound from the back of your throat.

His hands come up to discard your shirt, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten. His hand cups your breast as your hands reach down to shove at the waistband of his already ruined sweatpants. His boxers fall with them as he kicks them off the rest of the way. His length slaps against his stomach, the tip sticky and leaking. "Someone's excited..." you tease with a teasing smile, looking up at him. "What do you expect, pretty girl, look at you.." He responds softly, his voice laced with praise, causing heat to reach your cheeks, appearing in a red hue. You turn your head to hide the reaction, only causing him to turn your head back to him. "No, let me see you. I wanna see my girl." He says, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

His eyes shine with a mix of lust and awe, admiring you before lifting his upper body up, bracing himself on his knees. His hands grip your thighs and drag you down the bed to place your legs on his hips. You squeal at the sudden movement, pulling a small giggle from Bucky's lips. "Gonna let me fuck you?" He says roughly, his hand wrapping around the base of his length and giving it a few pumps. You shift your hips slightly in response. "Yeah... want you to give it to me..." you say in a soft breath, eyes locked onto his hand and it's movements. He lines himself up at your entrance, circling slowly to mix his precum with your slick. He gently pushes the tip in, groaning under his breath as he feels your walls sucking him in.

You inhale suddenly at the intrusion, gripping his bicep as he pushes deeper in. Each inch stretching you open even more. Each inch reaching further and further until he bottoms out. "Fuck, baby, look at how she sucks me in.." he groans, eyes locked onto where your bodies connect. "Fuck, so deep.." you whimper out, hips pushing towards him. He retracts his hips, leaving a few inches inside before pushing back in. An obscene squelch reaches both your ears as he sets a pace. Your mouth falls open, your moans growing louder with each thrust. "There we go- fuck -feels so good, sweetheart.." he moans lowly as he picks up the pace. The sound of slapping fills the room, your body bouncing with each thrust upwards. His eyes lock onto your breasts, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one of the nipples.

Your hands grip his shoulders, "Faster.. give it to me, please..." you moan. His head lifts up and moves your hands on his shoulders and replaces them with your legs, folding you in half. "Let me give it to you, come on... let me work for it." He moans, his hips speeding up and hitting a deep spot inside you. Your eyes roll back as your fingers scratch down his arms, pulling a groan from him. "There we go... look at you. You getting drunk on it for me?" He grits out, a slight whimper escapes him at a particular tight squeeze from your walls.

His hand reaches down and snaked in between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. A squeal escapes you as your back arches, walls pulsating around his length. "You gonna come for me? Give it to me, c'mon, let me feel you soak me — milk my cock." His voice falters throughout the sentence, the slapping and squelching getting louder. Before your legs shake and you reach the high that finally finished building. His hips stutter as a whimper escapes him. "There she is, that's what I wanted- fuck!" He moans, his hips speeding up to chase his own high. "I'm gonna cum, baby..." He stutters, breath hot against you. You feel his length twitch inside you, his pace reckless. "Come on.. let me feel you fill me up..." You whimper out, egging on his oncoming high.

He thrusts deeply and freezes as thick ropes of his cum fill you, his body frozen and soft moans leaving his lips. He pulls out and goes limp on top of you, both of you panting hard. "I don't think I've ever came so hard.." he mumbles against your skin with a soft huff of a laugh. "Yeah.. well you always make me cum that hard." You giggle, pulling another from him.

Written by @robinwritestuff on tumblr !

[robinwritestuff]

CONEY ISLAND BABY

PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

WORD COUNT : 1k

WARNINGS : Fluff

SUMMARY : 40's! Bucky is a big teddy bear for his girl. And to say he is head over heels would be an understatement.

40's! Bucky who'd spend the week saving up for your weekly date. The fair was always your go-to.

"I'm gonna win it, sweetheart, I swear." Bucky says with determination as he misses yet another dart. Your laugh fills his ears at his failure. Usually, he'd be bummed out about losing these rigged carnival games but hearing your laugh — even at his expense makes the situation lighter. "You said that the first 5 tries." Your voice breaks through the loud chatter and the sounds of machines whirring along with a small giggle. Bucky turns to you with a grin in response.

You do end up walking away with the overly large teddy bear which Bucky ends up having to hold throughout the night. But seeing the way your face light up with the smile he loved so much when he won was so worth it.

40's! Bucky who'd always make Steve third wheel. Poor guy had to sit through it all. The times you got one of your friends to tag along for Steve, Bucky had to give him a pep talk beforehand.

"Just be yourself, Steve." Bucky says proudly, clasping him on the back with a grin as they walk up to your apartment complex. "Yeah, that's easy for you to say." Steve mutters with a sigh as he straightens out his coat. "Be a gentleman. You know how to do that, right? Don't let her walk on the street side of the sidewalk, open doors, offer your coat-" Bucky is cut off abruptly. "Yes, Bucky, I know." Steve interrupts exasperated already, Bucky was not helping his nerves.

40's! Bucky who is very clingy in the mornings. He's like a brick, you swear. But he can't help it, he loves the quiet mornings when it's just the two of you.

You woke up due to the morning sun assaulting your eyes — rays shining through the window. You groan softly before rolling over, away from the light. Bucky's arm around the dip of your waist shifts but he doesn't wake. After not being able to lull yourself back to sleep, you decide to just start your day. Bucky grunts as you get up... or attempt to. His arm pulls you back down. "Where 'r you goin'? Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." He mumbles; his voice laced with the sleep he was just pulled from. "I can't sleep." You mumble — eyes still squinted from the bright rays. "So? Still lay with me.." He mutters out, his eyes finally opening but squinting once the light finally makes it to them.

His face creases slightly around the corners of his eyes, the golden light casting on his skin. How could you not give in?

40's! Bucky who replaces the flowers he bought previously — every week. Without fail. When he's not in town, he pre orders them.

You walk into your apartment after a tiring day. Dropping your coat on the rack and kicking your shoes off, you make your way towards the kitchen when you see them. New flowers — different from the previous. It's a variety of vibrant flowers. A few tulips, a few daisies, some other miscellaneous flowers are scattered throughout. A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth as you spot the card that sat next to the vase.

You make your way over to the table and pick up the note, flipping open and reading the contents of Bucky's handwriting.

"Pretty flowers for an even prettier girl. Couldn't have you sitting there with dead flowers, can I? I hope you like them just as much as the first. I love you. - Bucky."

Your grin grows at the words left on the card. You close it before leaning down and sniffing the flowers, the floral scent filling your senses. Your day's already 10x better.

40's! Bucky who loves when you stay at his apartment. Not only does it give him a glimpse into the future, but he loves the slow intimate nights.

The familiar tune of It's Been a Long, Long Time by Kitty Kallen fills the room with a soft hum as you wash your plate in the sink. The record spins as Bucky gets up, his feet carrying him to the kitchen. His arms snake around you as your hands scrub the plate. "Dance with me." He says quietly, leaning his head down to your ear, planting a kiss onto your shoulder.

"I'm washing my plate, Buck-" you start, but the smile on your face goes against your words. "Who cares? C'mon." He says, gently pulling you toward the middle of the kitchen. Your plate drops into the sink as you follow his tug with a giggle. "My hands are wet." You say as your body presses into his. "Hmm... I don't really care." His voice comes out flirtatious and followed by a loving smirk. You wrap your hands around his back as his hands find your waist. You two move together slowly, occasionally losing rhythm and stepping on the others foot but the action never killed the mood, just made it better.

40's! Bucky who kept a picture of you in his wallet... and in his hat... and in more things he'd like to admit.

"Can you grab my hat on your way out?" Bucky calls to Steve from the front door, his voice echoing through the walls. "Yeah!" Steve calls back, grabbing his coat and then reaching for Bucky's hat. Upon picking it up, a piece of paper falls from the inside, landing softly on the wooden floor beneath him.

Steve bends down and retrieves the paper, flipping it around to see what it was, only to be met with your face staring back at him. Steve pauses before a soft smile starts appearing on his face. Of course. "You got it?" Bucky's voice calls again, a hint of curiosity laced in his voice. Steve's head snaps up at the sound, "Yeah, 'm coming!" He says, slipping it back inside the hat before standing up and walking towards the front door.

He handed the hat to Bucky with a knowing glint in his eyes that Bucky — for once — did not catch. He glances at the inside, trying to be discreet, and smiles softly when your smiling face meets his eyes. He sighs and places the hat on his head before shutting the door behind him.

Original work by @robinwritestuff on tumblr!! (I might be changing my user soon though.)

[robinwritestuff]

LITTLE MISS OPTIMISTIC ⋆˚

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

WARNINGS: Some angst maybe

SUMMARY: Bucky likes to keep quiet — he'd rather not get too close. The times he did, well... you see how it turned out. Maybe Sam's optimistic friend will be the person who finally gets to crack that shell... but not without some struggle.

"She'll be here in 5 minutes, can you answer the door while I finish in here?" Sam's voice beamed from the bathroom, Bucky's head lifting at the request. He grunts out a simple agreement before going back to cleaning his shirt, scrubbing vigorously, almost as if the shirt had offended him, to get the stubborn stain of Spaghetti sauce off of it. His muscles ripple under his skin with each thrust of his arm, the scowl on his face growing ever so prominent every time he has to repeat the motion. He knew he shouldn't have worn- Knock! Knock! Knock! -- Bucky's ears pick up the sound as he drops the shirt back into the sink with a soft sigh before turning around to dry his hands on the towel that hangs on the oven's handle — spring themed when it's nearing fall. He takes a mental note on telling Sam he needs to update his decor.

His stride moves towards the front door, his heavy footsteps creaking the floorboards before his hand twists the knob and opens it. What he was greeted with was not what he expected. Your eyes were warm and inviting, no judgement even though he knows for a fact Sam had told you about him. Your posture seemed friendly yet shy, almost like a nervous dog. You finally spoke up, your voice wavering slightly. "Oh, uhm, hi! Are you Bucky? Sa said you might answer the door.." He notices how you play with your fingers, popping them as you speak. "Yeah.. and you must be the friend he was mentioning." He says, voice a bit gentler as he realized you weren't a threat at all, yet it still carried the roughness of a man who's seen too much for his liking.

He opens the door more and steps aside to let you in. You take a step, entering Sam's home and immediately being hit with that familiar smell. The scent of a candle that's way too old but he still wants to hold onto fills your senses — the recognizable aroma invades the home. You hear the click of the door behind you as Bucky closes it along with his footsteps as you make your way towards Sam's couch. You take a seat, adjusting the pillow that always seems to sit awkwardly between you and the couch cushion. Bucky made his way back to the sink, picking the stained shirt that he is seriously considering throwing away now.

You don't say much at first, just observe. One of the first things you noticed was his eyes — they were a beautiful blue, yet they held roughness and a thousand stories. Like they yearned to hold a softer gaze but never can. You pause at the observations before your eyes travel lower, his mouth and jaw were closed tight, obviously struggling with whatever he was doing in that sink. You wonder if it's the action causing the tenseness or if he's always like that. His jaw is covered with some stubble — not a full-on beard but you can tell it's been a few days since his last shave. It suits him though. Your gaze falls to his metal arm, shining under the warm light of Sam's kitchen, reflecting in different areas in each movement. Does he have to clean it? How does he clean it?

You're snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky speaks up. "You always stare?" His voice was monotone and unreadable, that somehow made it even more nerve wracking. You jump slightly, realizing you were lost in thought. You fumble to find words, realizing how rude you must have seemed — not even seemed — been! "I'm sorry! I wasn't staring in a bad way, I was just kind of like.. I don't know observing. I just noticed-" You pause before sighing. "Nothing, I was just trying to observe... I'm sorry." You finally say, your voice laced with defeat and embarrassment. He grunts before responding, glancing at you. "It's fine. You don't seem like you have bad intention." He glances at you up and down before turning back to his shirt. You bite your lip as you finally see what he's been working so hard on. A stain? You can't help but crack a small smile at seeing this big bad super soldier have more trouble fighting a stain than he does with most people.

"That stain got you pretty good, yeah?" You finally say with a small smile. He looks over at you, immediately noticing the very loud amusement in your eyes. He shrugs, "Yeah.. who knew spaghetti sauce would be my biggest enemy." He says with a small playful scoff at the end. You chuckle at his words, watching him struggle for a few more moments before deciding to help. "Hydrogen Peroxide." You say suddenly, making his head snap your way. "What?" He asks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion as his hands halt their movements. "Hydrogen Peroxide works wonders for stains, trust me." You say, standing up and making your way to the cupboard where Sam kept his cleaning supplies. "Ah-ha" you say as you spot the hydrogen peroxide — snatching it up with a victorious smirk. You hand it to Bucky who wastes zero time before squirting the solution onto the stain and scrubbing.

His eyes watch as the stain lightens, a grin appearing on his face. One that not even he was expecting. "You're a life saver..." he mumbles. You smile and he suddenly realizes how open he was for a moment and starts to retreat back into whatever brick wall he had built up. You don't push but you sit back down on the couch.

As of right on time, Sam comes down the stairs. "Hey!" He says with a smile in which you return. The both of you catch up as Bucky watches silently. Sam occasionally brings him into conversation for a moment before he retreats again. While Bucky seems to be unbothered, his mind is racing with thoughts. "She's just nice. She seems too pure for you, don't drag her into your mess." You knew you could feel a second pair of eyes on you.

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Bucky shrugged on his jacket as he heard Sam's voice telling him to hurry. He hated bars, why would he even go? He kept denying the fact that he was intrigued by you and that maybe Sam mentioned it wouldn't just be them two, he suddenly had a small pull to go. "I'm coming!" Bucky said as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. He walked outside and got into the passenger seat of Sam's car — the tight leather squeaking beneath him as he settles. "C'mon, Buck, it's not gonna be that bad." Sam urges, his eyes focused on the road. "It could be." Bucky shrugs, his head tilted to gaze out his window as they pulled up to an unfamiliar house. He knew they were picking you up, yet he felt his heart thump in his chest. Every beat heavier than the lasts as he suddenly worried about how his hair looked. His hair? Oh my gosh, Bucky, calm down!

He takes a long inhale through his nose as you walk out. Now not even the stupidest person alive would miss the fact that you were beautiful, it was obvious. Well to him it was. You carried yourself with this unfamiliar warmth that just seemed to pull him in with every aching moment he spent just in your presence. God, why was he so fascinated by you?!

You open the back door and settle in as you greet everyone. "Hi, Sam!" You say, smiling at the man driving in which you get a hello in return. "Hi, Bucky!" You turn to him with the smile and his heart flutters at the sound of his name on your tongue. "Hi." He gives an awkward smile. Sam's getting ready to tease him for his sudden shyness, but Bucky gives him a glare. But what Bucky noticed was that you didn't even show any ounce of judgement. Hmm..

The bar smelt of BO, old wood, and liquor... not the best combination in your opinion and you could tell it wasn't Bucky's either by the sudden furrow of his brows and scrunch of his nose. You smile at the sight. You three find your seats at the bar as you order a drink and so does Bucky. "I'll be right back!" Sam says suddenly before making his way elsewhere. You and Bucky seem to sigh at the same time. While the bar is loud, the silence between you and Bucky is deafening. You decide to break it. "Bars and other... overly populated places aren't really my thing..." you chuckle nervously, stirring your drink while staring down at it. Bucky glances at you. "You too? Me neither." He says and sees how you just nod in response. He knows he's not giving you much to work with, but he doesn't know how to go about this. It's been too long since he's ever had to talk to a woman like this. "You didn't seem like the type to like this environment." He adds, hoping it's enough to keep it going. You turn to look at him and chuckle. "You would be right... but since when were you an expert on me, hm?" You tease, your smile growing wider as your eyebrows raise slightly. He smirks and shrugs, "What can I say? I'm an observant man. Which you also seem to be considering our first-"

You interrupt him before he could finish. "Do not remind me of that. I swear I was just observing!" You laugh, holding your hand up. He feels a pang of confidence s you both start to loosen up. The conversation seems to flow from there. What felt like minutes was actually an hour and a half, and Bucky couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. Until one of your questions brings back that sudden dread. "What happened?" You ask, motioning towards his metal arm. He hesitates, glancing at his arm and shrugging. "Fell off a train.. lost my arm.. kidnapped by HYDRA, it's a long story." He shakes his head, attempting to brush past it. Your gaze softens, not with the pity he's so used to and hates seeing but with tenderness and care. With empathy. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You say, your eyes filled with guilt and empathy. Bucky shakes his head, "No, you're fine. Really. I'm used to it." You pause, gauging his reaction. "Hey, at least you look badass with it." You say, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. He smiles at that, chuckling softly.

You're about to add on when a guy bumps into you from behind, he doesn't even say sorry, he just continues on. You rub your shoulder where he hit, and you grumble an insult under your breath before looking back at Bucky. The sight you're met with is not what you expected. Bucky's zeroed in on the guy, and you can already read what he's thinking. "Bucky, it's fine — he's a drunk asshole." But the man notices Bucky's stare. "You got a problem, man?" He slurs, turning his whole body towards Bucky. "You bumped into her." Bucky says flatly, motioning towards me. "Yeah, I did? And?" The man adds. "And... I think you should apologize." Bucky adds, his arm extended towards me. "Bucky, it's fine.." You mumble, your eyes darting between the two. "Yeah? Or what, tough guy?" The man says and everything else was a blur.

"Hold still.." You say gently as you press the cloth against the cut on Bucky's forehead. "I'm fine, I've been through much worse. This is nothing." He says, chuckling, trying to dismiss everything. "So? You still deserve to be taken care off." You state before your gentle hands attend back to his forehead. But the words cause his heart to stutter as he pauses. He deserves to be taken care of? You had to be joking. "You think that.. but you don't know everything about me." He says lowly under his breath. His gaze stays locked on the tile of your bathroom floor. "I do." You say certainly. "Sam told me." You add, looking at Bucky. "Yeah, of course he did." Bucky states with a roll of his eyes, still avoiding your gaze. "And even after knowing, I still mean what I said. It wasn't your fault. You didn't choose to be weaponized." He pauses, the stinging in his eyes becoming more prominent. Everything he needed to hear was being said and yet, he couldn't let himself accept it. Every word felt like you were peeling back every layer he had built up — slice by slice, attempting to see the inside that hid beneath them all.

"I need to go." He says suddenly, standing up and grabbing his stuff. Wait, what? Bucky-" You're cut off by the sound of your front door shutting.

Should I make a part 2....???? Maybeeeeeeee.... I had sm fun writing this though! If you want a part 2 let me know! Also my requests are open!

Original work of @robinwritestuff. I do not consent to my work being copied and published on other sites.

[robinwritestuff]

TWO GHOSTS

PAIRING : Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY : The avengers are now aware of The Winter Soldier.. but are they aware of his partner? What happens when they find out The Winter Soldier wasn't the only one on his missions. And what will they do when they escape Hydra and go on a Hydra raiding rampage?

WARNINGS : None really. Sensitive topics may be talked about.

WORD COUNT : 2.5k

"They call him The Winter Soldier." Natasha's voice finally breaks the silence. The security footage of a hydra base destroyed displayed for the team to see. "He's been a Hydra assassin. A myth. Until someone shot the tires out on my car during a mission and I saw him." She adds, arms crossed as her adverts from the screen to the rest of the team at the table. "Okay... so why is he taking down Hydra if he's their assassin?" Sam questions, now locking eyes with Natasha. The room is filled with tension and questioning. Natasha pauses before finally speaking, "I don't know." Steve finally shifts his arms after examining the footage again. "He's angry. Upset." He states bluntly. "Yeah, no shit, sherlock." Tony adds with a slight movement of his wrist. Steve exhales and rolls his eyes. "And we only have the footage from one camera?" Bruce asks, his hand moving briefly off of his chin as he turns towards Fury. "Yeah, only one. The rest were busted." Fury says, making his way towards the front of the table."

"Okay, so what are we supposed to do about it? Do you want us to go in there, kick ass like we do, then get some burgers after?" Tony asks, standing up and making his way towards the kitchen for a coffee. "And for the love of God, quit putting coffee grounds down the garbage disposal." He adds. Bruce sits up straight before commenting. "Well, he's not... hurting bad people... and from what I see, he just destroys the base." Steve nods as Clint finally adds to the conversation "Yeah, but what if he's attacking high authority. He may be lashing out against any organization. And who knows, SHIELD might be next." Clint shrugs and looks at Bruce. "I say we confront him. See what he's about." Sam adds with a shrug. "No." Fury shuts the idea down quickly. "He's rogue-" He starts before being cut off by Natasha. "They." She says, her eyes locked onto the stilled image displayed. She reaches forward and zooms in on a second figure — a woman's figure in the corner.

Bruce leans in. "Who is that...?" He mumbles to himself. "Your guess is as good as mine." Fury comments, analyzing the zoomed image. "Is it another from Hydra?" Tony asks, walking up to the table again. "No, it can't be... people have only seen the winter soldier..." Natasha's voice is unsure. "You don't sound very sure of yourself." Steve says as he turns towards Natasha. "Is there any way we can trace which Hydra facility they're from?" Clint questions, asking Fury and Bruce. "Hell, if I know... Bruce?" Fury's gaze drops on Bruce. Bruce sits up straight, his posture improving under the sudden spotlight. "I uh- I mean I can try but I'd need all the places they've taken down." He says, his voice getting quieter near the end. "Got it." Fury starts, "Go make copies of the papers and give them to Banner." He asks another SHIELD agent. "Yes, sir." He says quietly before heading out of the room.

The doors to the lab open with an audible sound. Not as loud as Tony's voice though. "Got anything yet, Banner." He says, finding a seat on a tabletop. "Uh- yeah. The first bases they attacked lead back to this one place. It's almost perfect." Bruce says, his eyes analyzing the papers in his hand. "Okay, perfect. We'll go that base." Tony says confidently. "That's the thing, Tony. There is not base. It's just forest. Trees, water, grass..." Bruce says, handing the papers to him. Tony's eyebrows furrow in contemplation as he examines the land.. flat ground and no hills. "What the hell.." He mutters to himself. "Yeah, that's what I said." Bruce adds, adjusting his glasses.

"Okay, so.. Banner found the base location. Thing is, no base." Tony says, slapping the papers onto the table. "What do you mean no base? Like they took it down? Yeah, that was expected." Steve says, his brows pinched together. "No. We mean there's nothing there. It's just flat ground." Bruce says, handing out the copies they made of land pictures. Everyone picks up their copy and examines it carefully. "It's flat ground.." Natasha says. "Yeah, that's what I said. Does anyone know if Fury has new footage?" Tony asks. "I haven't spoken to him." Steve murmurs softly. Ironically, as always, in comes Fury. He pauses near the doorway. "Woah... am I interrupting something?" He chuckles. "Banner find it?" He adds on shortly after. "Yeah, but... no base." Natasha says, handing her copy to Fury. He glances over it. Okay... when does that stop you? Go investigate tomorrow." Fury says bluntly, dropping the paper onto the table. "Woah, now hold on-" Steve starts, his hand coming up before being interrupted by everyone. "I'm in" Tony says, shrugging. Natasha nods, the rest following in suit.

"Friday, show me the coordinates." Tony says as he flies over the area. "Yes, sir." Friday says, his lenses lighting up with a pinpoint. "Got it." He says to everyone while as he lands. The rest walk up slowly, looking around. "There's nothing." Clint says blankly, unamused. "We came all the way out here for nothing." He adds on, his hands falling by his sides. "Friday, analyze." Tony says, looking around. "Object detected." Friday's voice says as something is outlined underground in his lenses. Tony looks around more to see an object outlined in a tree. He walks over and feels the park before pulling it back, revealing a button. "Classic." Steve comments as the grass begins to pull back, revealing a stairway. "Well, we found it." Natasha says, walking closer. "Why wouldn't they destroy this one..?" Steve asks, following Natasha. The team make their way down the stairs, keeping a look out, their eyes analyzing their surroundings. They come up to a door, pressing finding a button, the doors open with an audible hiss.

The team split up as they searched the base. The files were all still there.. it was run down. Moss overgrown on the walls, water leaking from pipes, dirt and dust covering the floor and any surface it can reach. "It smells like shit in here." Sam says, picking up a small file and flipping through it. "How long has this place been abandoned?" Clint asks, covering his nose and mouth. "Eugh, I can taste it." Sam adds. "Don't breathe through your mouth guys! Or your nose. Well, just don't breathe at all I guess." He says, cupping his hand over his face. Steve sets down the files he just went through. "Anyone got anything?" He asks — met with a series of no's. Except.. from Natasha. "I found it. Project X-16. The Winter Soldier and The Silent Assassin." She says softly, flickering through the files. "Their individual files are here too." She adds, pulling out two more files that were inside the one. "The silent assassin? Why didn't we think of that first." Tony says, walking over to Natasha. The rest follow in suit, gathering around. Natasha opens the file titled "The Winter Soldier" to be met with a picture of a man, taken in a long time ago. His face is dirty, hair disheveled, and looks very unhappy. "Subject James, Barnes." She reads. Steve looks up, his heart dropping. "You said what?" He quickly walks over and looks down at the picture only to be met with the man's eyes looking right back at him.

"What's the matter. Cap?" Sam asks, his gaze shifting between the paper and Steve repeatedly. "I knew him. I did- I know him. Before-" He pauses. "He was my best friend." He finally says lowly. "Really, Cap? Hydra? You need to choose better friends man." Tony teases. "Tony." Clint scolds. Natasha opens the second file titled "The Silent Assassin." She examines the file before reading the name. "You know her too?" Clint asks, trying to read Steve's face. "No, I don't recognize her." He says quietly before taking Bucky's file and reading it. "Well, we got what we needed. Fury's going to be happy." Tony says as they make their way out of the base.

The floors creak as you hear Bucky's heavy footsteps walk through the apartment hallway. You quickly shut the laptop of that showed the security footage of the team at the base. "Anything today?" You ask, pretending to wash your armor and act casual. "Not yet." He murmurs softly, situating himself next to you. His arm comes out and gently moves the armor out of your hand. "Let's go get something to eat." He says softly, taking a deep breath. You dry your hands on a towel before turning your head. "Well, what do you want." You say, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. He pauses and watches you for a moment. "What happened?" He asks suddenly. You pause, taken off guard. "What do you mean, nothing's wrong." You shake your head, eyebrows furrowing. "With working side by side for as long as we have — I think I can tell when you're lying." He says, his voice confident but a bit teasing. You hesitate, taking a breath and looking around the room. "They found it." You cut straight to the point. Bucky stiffens, his gaze hardening. "What?" He says, sitting up more. "Do they know-" He starts. "Yes. They grabbed the files too." You interrupt. "What if they think we're still bad. That we're the brainwashed versions of ourselves, Bucky, I-" You ramble. "Hey." He interrupts, pushing away his worry for your own sake. "We're going to be okay. We'll lay low and if they find us.. they'll see." He says, his metal arm resting on your hand. You nod slowly, locking eyes with him.

"Alright, anything on the hydra gone rogue duo?" Tony asks, walking through the door. "They're hydra gone rogue love birds!" Natasha corrects with a smirk as she leans back in the chair and looks at Tony. Tony raises his brows. "Love birds? Wow. Totally didn't see that coming." He says, sitting down at the table. Bruce stands up and removes his glasses. "Yeah, the file says that the two bonded during missions and would perform best when put together. Only issue, is that they reported they would often retaliate when together for too long." Bruce says, sliding the file over to Tony. "But rogue is a bit... harsh, don't you think? I mean, they haven't killed anyone. They just destroy bases and equipment... and maybe beat them up a bit- but that's beside the point." Bruce points out. "I agree. We shouldn't throw the term around without knowing their true motives." Steve says, looking over at Tony. "We can't just assume they're good, though." Tony argues, dropping the file. "So, what do we do?" Clint interjects; arms folded across his chest. "Figure out their next move and confront them." Tony states like it's obvious. "I would disagree but I can't think of anything else." Natasha adds, standing up with a sigh.

"You know they're gonna try and figure out our next move, right?" You say softly. Your head lies on Bucky's chest, the mattress soft beneath you two. Your fingers fidget with some string that fell off of a blanket. "Yeah, it's given." He says quietly with a exhale. "We're laying low though." He adds after a second. You huff, hands falling down onto your stomach as you look at the ceiling. "Yeah, but what if we don't." Your words cause a few seconds of silence, Bucky's eyes furrowing in contemplation as he takes in your words. "Wait, what do you mean? You were just nervous yesterday.. and on top of that, they'll just attack us on sight. We don't have the best record you know-" He argues before being cut off. "That wasn't us. And plus, we meet them on our own terms. We make sure we have the high ground." You interject, flipping over onto your stomach to look at him. Bucky pauses as he looks at you. "You might be on to something..." he smirks softly. "Might be?" You tease with a smile.

Bruce examines nearby security camera's in his lab. They have the upper hand now, the files revealed more bases they can investigate. 2 hours, no activity. He sighs and rolls his chair back, reaching for the burger that's been waiting for him for the past 20 minutes. "Movement detected." Friday's voice cuts the silence, causing Bruce to freeze mid bite. He rolls back over to the screen, zooming in on the outlined figures. "No way.." He murmurs. He scrambles out of his seat. "Tony? Nat! Steve! I found them!" He calls out, stumbling through the hallways. Steve pokes his head out of a room. "You found them? Where?" Steve asks, now fully stepping out. "Base 18." Bruce says, now slightly out of breath. "Call everyone and tell them to suit up." He says, walking down the hallway with confidence.

"You think they saw it?" You ask, turning towards Bucky. "They had to of." He says confidently, looking around. You sigh and pick a flower that was blooming by the log you both sat on. "They sure are taking forever." You point out. "So much for-" you're interrupted by a loud voice. "We don't wanna hurt you!" Steve walks out from behind a tree. You and Bucky quickly stand up, locking eyes with Steve. Bucky checks the surrounding area quickly and takes note of Clint's bow peeking out from behind a rock. You look at Bucky and he discreetly motions towards the rock. Tony flies over us and lands besides Steve. "Listen, you guys aren't very discreet about where you go. We found you as soon as you stepped onto the property." Tony quips. "Yeah, we know." Bucky says, looking at the camera that lies on the tree. "You knew we were looking for you? How?" Natasha asks, coming out from a bush. Bucky and I stay silent. "Listen, we're not against you. Just leave us alone." You say, looking at everyone, trying to keep the peace. "Or get in our way." Bucky adds. I look at him and give him a stern 'Be respectful' look. He sighs, "We're not hurting anyone... we don't want any-" Bucky gets interrupted by Steve. "Why don't you come with us." Steve asks.

Tony and Natasha look at Steve. He's not sticking to the plan. "Come with you? Why would we come with you?" He takes a step forward and everyone braces, causing him to step back with a sigh. "What do we get if we go with you?" You ask, locking eyes with Steve. Steve pauses. "Trust. A team. You don't have to work alone." He says, stepping a foot closer. "We're not alone." Bucky quickly corrects. "Yeah, we get it love birds." Tony says, following Steve.

You and Bucky lock eyes and mumble to each other for a few minutes. Natasha and Steve look at each other before your heads finally rise again. "Fine." We say in sync.

This is my first long piece on this account! I haven't written in a long time so take my work with a grain of salt. Plus I wrote this in like 4 hours with no break. If you want this to be a series just lmk!!

Original work of @robinwritestuff

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Bucky Barnes would love collecting records. I fear he has a whole collection he doesn't let ANYONE touch. He barely even tells anyone because he has a feeling they'll try and go and mess with it. He guards some of these records like they're a top secret weapon.