Pairing: Yandere Bucky Barnes x Yandere Fem!Reader
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, General Yandere Stuff, Bucky’s Not a Big Fan of Bucky, Some Bad Words
A/N: Now we enter the section where Window (that’s me) tries to get through the plot of a movie without just quoting/recapping it. She does ok.
Formatting is a bit weird on Tumblr so I got a second divider for in the text instead of just beginning and end, might go back and add it to previous chapters later idk.
Life quickly fell into a pleasantly domestic routine, on good days at least. The good days were full of soft kisses and easy conversation (though you found yourself doing most of the speaking). Bad days on the other hand were when Bucky would just shut down. He wouldn't speak, he'd barely react to anything you'd do and getting him to eat was always a challenge. You were still happy of course, things could be difficult but fundamentally you still had what you'd always wanted, you just wished you could be more of a help to him.
Bucky on the other hand was filled with self-loathing for the way he made you live. You had told him you loved him for who he was now but Bucky knew better. You had dreamed of the man from the history books, a brave, charming, hero with an easy smile and even easier confidence; How could you ever be happy with the broken excuse for a man wearing his face? Everything in him screamed that he had to make you leave, that you deserved better and if you couldn't see that he'd have to force the issue. But every time he tried to act on those feelings, tried to force you out of his life, his throat would close and his body felt like it was made of lead. So he remained stuck, hating himself more every day he let you stay and yet filled with an overwhelming fear at the thought of letting you go.
The pair of you might have spent forever in that tempestuous limbo had it not been for the newspaper. It had started out as a good day, the weather was nice enough and Bucky had taken you with him to get some things. He didn't really like leaving you alone if he could help it, even though things had been quiet for quite some time he never stopped feeling on edge. That alertness is probably why he noticed the man watching him. Before Bucky could question him the man bolted, leaving a newspaper behind. You hadn't picked up very much Romanian but the title had enough English to get the gist: Winter Soldier, Bombardment, Vienna this was very bad.
"We have to go, right now." Bucky grabbed your wrist and began back towards the apartment as quickly as you could without drawing more attention. The place wasn't empty when you arrived. You were surprised to see Steve Rogers but he seemed much more surprised to see you.
"Are you a civilian?" You nodded at that. "This is not good." He replied. He turned to Bucky then "Some very dangerous people are coming here, right now. If you care about her life you need to get her to leave."
The familiar fear rose in Bucky at those words, he dug his fingernails into his right palm before grabbing you by the shoulder. "You need to run."You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"
You weren't exactly thrilled with this plan "But what about y-"
He cut you off "If I try to look after us both, we'll both die. You have to go."
You knew he was right but it didn't make it easy. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing outside. The 'dangerous people' must have been closer than expected though as you barely made it half a block before being tackled to the ground.
After spending about an hour in some kind of prison car you were told you weren't going to be hurt but they would like to ask you some questions later. You internally rolled your eyes at that. You weren't going to tell them a thing but these were clearly not the guys in charge and if you were going to tell someone to go fuck themselves might as well wait for the bigwigs right?
They certainly gave you a lot of time to think though, your mind began to wander. You wondered, not for the first time, if there was some kind of gymnast assassin course you could have invested your time into instead of history classes; if there was though it probably wasn't just advertised to anyone. Besides how could you have known things would be this action filled? You were sure if you consulted some kind of 'People In Love With World War Two Veterans' they would have thought history was a fine choice. Although if you met them in the current day they'd probably all be in their 90s and would wonder why you were so young. 'Oh, my boyfriend? No, he's not way older than me, he just spent a lot of time frozen. No, he's not the guy from World War Two who very famously spent a bunch of time frozen but I understand the confusion. Wait, you're kicking me out of the club? But why?'
Your daydream was interrupted when the car began to move. "Wait, where are we going?" you asked the driver.
"Airport." he replied with a thick German accent.
"Why?"
"You may be important in what comes next."
The trip to Berlin was similarly uneventful. You'd never been arrested before but would not have previously guessed it involved so much waiting and intense boredom. The only thing you were looking forward to was the chance to tell a person who had apparently been waiting several hours for your arrival where they could stick their questions.
After landing there was a mercifully short car ride and then finally, finally you were put in an interrogation room where you were greeted by a clean cut, friendly faced man.
"Good afternoon ma'am, I'm Agent Norris. Can you confirm for me that this is you?"
He put a file on the table. Flipping it open the first page was information on you, your full name across the top followed by your passport photo. "Yes, this is me." you told him. It was clear he already knew that but it was probably some psyche out trick you didn't understand.
"Let's cut to the chase," Norris began "we know you've spent a lot of time with Mr. Barnes and I'd like to ask some questions about that."
"Well that is a problem because I'm not telling you a damn thing." You told him while giving him a faux-friendly smile.
"Listen, we can protect you from him. He kidnapped you,didn't he? Did he say he'd hurt you if you talked about it?" Norris asked, giving his best sympathetic look.
You laughed a bit at that."Kidnapped me? You think he kidnapped me? I went with him because I wanted to, I'd follow him anywhere." That drew an interesting face from the agent.
"All right, maybe you believe that now but the evidence suggests otherwise. You disappeared right before getting a degree that everyone I've spoken to agrees you were passionate about. You didn't say anything to your parents, who filed a missing person report regarding you about two weeks after your disappearance. I see an intelligent, talented woman with a bright future here." He poked your file. "Not someone who'd leave it all behind for a man she didn't know."
"Oh fuck, my parents think I'm dead! I'm going to need to get them an apology gift basket later. As for the rest of it though: go back to those people in my life, tell them who I left with and they'll all tell you this is in character for me. The degree is a means to an end, the only thing I've ever cared about is Bucky Barnes. You want information on him? You can pry it from my cold, dead hands." You hissed.
"Interesting." Norris replied, he paused to sip his coffee but you thought it was probably just as much for dramatic effect. "He's here you know. Barnes is here and he hasn't asked about you at all." The look he gave you was a bit more mocking than was probably advised in the interrogation handbook. "I don't think he cares about you nearly as much as you care about him."
"That's not true!" You yelled at him. "You don't know him at all!"
Before Norris could reply the door was thrown open, bringing in sounds of struggle from outside the room. "Norris it's the Soldier, we need all hands on deck!" another agent shouted. Norris jumped to his feet.
"If you leave this room you'll be shot!" He shouted over his shoulder as he took off running after the other agent, barely stopping to lock the door with a code. He probably expected his threat to at least give you a moment's pause but the second he was out of sight you lunged for the door; Now you just had to get it open.
Norris has used a code to activate an electronic lock but in his rush had forgot to also use the low-tech lock. If you could find some way to shut off the system-
As if hearing your thoughts the power went out, letting you swing the door open. For a half-second Norris' words echoed in your mind; But all you cared about was leaving this damn place and catching up with Bucky, wherever he was going. If getting shot was the risk you had to take so be it.
Taglist is a separate post because Tumblr is a delight.
Pairing: Yandere Bucky Barnes x Yandere Fem!Reader
Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour
A/N: Dipping my toe back into fanfic for the first time in years, we’ll see how it goes. I haven’t seen CA:TFA in a while but the wiki tells me my dates are right
You were 14 years old when you first saw Bucky Barnes, well a picture of him anyway. It was about halfway through the first semester of your first year of high school, the third history class since the teacher started on World War Two.
"I've got something I think you'll all find very interesting." Ms. Dorne addressed the class with even more flair than usual. She was clearly passionate about history in general but now her eyes were practically gleaming with excitement. "We're going to talk about Captain America and the Howling Commandos!"
This was still a few years before the Captain himself dramatically reappeared from the 'dead' so only about a third of the class had any idea what she was talking about. "What kind of name is the Howling Commandos? Sounds like someone made a bet to come up with the stupidest name possible." A boy in the back of the class laughed.
"Well Michael, why don't we turn to page 238 in your textbooks and we can find out?" Ms. Dorne replied, her enthusiasm seeming completely undampened by the boy's teasing.
236...237...238. The minute you flipped to the right page the classroom noise faded from your hearing. Irrelevant, all of it, nothing mattered but him. Directly to the right of what had to be Captain America judging by his outfit was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. Scanning the page you found the label The Howling Commandos (from left to right) Whats-his-name, The-other-one, Wow-mustache, Walking-flag and there: Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. You quickly copied the name into your notepad before underlining it three times even though you were pretty sure you'd never forget it. You flipped through the textbook engrossing yourself in the precious little it had about the Sergeant.
⦁ Born March 10th 1917
⦁ Went by Bucky
⦁ Grew up alongside and was best friends with Captain America himself
⦁ Joined the 107th Infantry Regiment and later the Howling Commandos
⦁ Died in 1944
Basically nothing and tuning back into the lesson didn't end up giving any new info. You could look it up on the net, you considered, but your parents had been dragging their feet on getting broadband and waiting forever for a Wikipedia article that might not even give you anything was far from appealing. No, your best bet was the good old library, it was definitely faster and would probably have more pictures. Pictures would really be a plus; you could stare at this man all day.
Margot Greene had been a librarian for over 40 years and she had seen some strange things. Of particular note was the day she found a substantial amount of marijuana in a hollowed out copy of 1984. It was a somewhat poetic choice she supposed although she was quite distracted by the fact that someone thought it was acceptable to treat a book that way. All this to say that a young lady, visibly out of breath, almost shouting that she needed "every book you have on James Buchanan Barnes" wasn't worth much more than a raised eyebrow. She had taken similar requests from flustered college students who'd procrastinated on their history papers but from a girl this young? That was a bit new. Margot motioned for the girl to follow as she headed to the relevant shelves.
"Was the Sergeant a relation of yours? Great-Uncle maybe?" Margot tried.
"No, nothing like that," you said "and we're not related...not yet anyway."
Curiouser and curiouser. She considered inquiring further but they had reached their destination, probably for the best. "Everything on this shelf is specifically about The Howling Commandos, all of them should go into James Barnes at least a bit. There's also a considerable amount of books about America's role in the war that will likely talk at least briefly about his unit as a whole. If you'd like to narrow your topic a bit I can point you in the right direction-"
"No need." You interrupted "How many can I take out at a time?"
The next few months saw you throwing yourself completely into research. After a short while you probably knew more than Ms. Dorne did about World War 2 and definitely more about The Howling Commandos. Your end of semester project on them was certainly well received, Ms. Dorne calling it the most passionate and well researched presentation she'd seen in her entire teaching career. After class she asked you to consider looking into jobs in history. Now that was an idea, it would be much more reasonable for someone to immerse themselves in a man from a long lost time if that was their job.
High school passed quickly after that, your grades were never bad but it was clear to anyone who spent any amount of time with you that history was your passion. You were kind to anyone who tried to socialize with you and had many people who would consider themselves your friends but you would be lying if you said you cared about any of them. It would be troublesome if your parents started to worry about you so you had perfected the image of a carefree, popular girl, but the only thing that really moved you was your research.
Be the end of high school you'd built up an impressive collection of vintage 40s style dresses and glowing letters of recommendation to try for colleges with. It was common for people to joke that you belonged in a different time but you were intelligent enough that your fixation on the past was called 'eccentric' instead of 'unhinged'.
You were progressing well towards a bachelor's in history when New York was attacked by a wayward god. The real point of interest though was the man dressed as Captain America, there was almost no chance he was actually Steve Rogers but you allowed yourself a quick moment of hope. After all there was apparently a literal god leading aliens to attack Manhattan; was a man reappearing, unaged, about 70 years after he disappeared that much stranger? You refused to discount the possibility entirely because those many books you'd read on the youth of the Captain agreed:
Where there was Steve Rogers there was Bucky Barnes.
@yanderepeterparker asked for a tag when I pitched this idea on anon earlier
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Pairing: Yandere Bucky Barnes x Yandere Fem!Reader
Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour
Part One
A/N: I’m not American by the way so let me know if I get anything comically wrong
Getting on the list to interview Captain America was surprisingly easy; maybe that's why it seemed like everyone and their dog had done it. Once it had been established publicly that the guy dressed as Captain America really was Steve Rogers himself, freshly revived from some suspended animation thing, everyone wanted a piece of him. You could understand, rationally, why it wasn't exactly a priority to be interviewed by a history student but that didn't make it less infuriating. You'd been lumped in with randos wanting to talk about the time their great grandpa got shrapnel in his knee but you were going to ask about someone actually important damn it!
"At present you're looking at a wait time of about two years to speak to the Captain." The receptionist patiently explained.
"Two years?!" You found yourself yelling "Is there any way you can tell him I want to speak specifically about Bucky Barnes? It's a topic he should be interested in."
"I don't actually speak to the Captain myself." She sighed "I'll see what I can do ma'am but I can't make any promises."
"Well thanks anyway." You hung up the phone dejectedly and tried to plan your next move. It seemed like your only good option was to finish the degree you were halfway through. It would be the first step towards possibly becoming a history teacher. If you never got to see Bucky Barnes alive ( a possibility that seemed more likely the longer you didn't hear of anyone else being brought back with Captain America) at least you could teach the world about him.
The idea that Bucky was really, actually dead forever had been bearable before; you knew he was dead going in. Steve Rogers was supposed to be dead too though and having him return made things feel so much more possible, yet you still had nothing. So you did what came naturally and threw yourself into your studies of the past. The only change was obsessively watching all news coverage of Captain America's activities and every interview he participated in hoping for the smallest glimmer of hope that he knew something.
The end of the bachelor's program was just coming into view when the next development in the Captain America story came to your attention. He'd somehow ended up in a fight in Washington D.C. with a metal armed assassin, you weren't exactly pleased.
"I swear to God if Rogers gets himself killed before I can talk to him I'll bring him back to life and inflict such tortures upon him that he'll wish he died in the war." You muttered to yourself, catching the attention of your dormmate, Sandra.
"You know Captain America has a pretty important job. If he dies it'll be really bad but not because he can't tell you about that dead guy you're always mooning over!" She scoffed.
It would be a shame to be ejected from the program for violence so close to the end but the idea of scalding her with your coffee was appealing. "You don't understand anything Sandra but I won't say that surprises me." You hissed at her.
You figured she'd let it go after that but Sandra was nothing if not persistent. She had decided it was now her mission to inform you that superheroes were important and you were self absorbed and blah, blah, blah. After a couple of days of this you needed to get out of your dorm and there was one place that always managed to bring your mood up.
The trip to Washington by car took the better part of four hours yet it was a trip you found yourself making every couple of months or so. Your teachers might have found it admirable had they known you took these trips entirely to visit the museum of history but less so if they knew you only ever looked at one exhibit.
Bucky Barnes wasn't completely sure this was a good idea. His instincts told him to get off the radar, get as far from Washington as he could as fast as he could; but when he'd heard of the exhibit on the Howling Commandos, an exhibit which talked a great deal about who he was he had to risk it.
When Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers on the playgrounds of Brooklyn, little did he know that he was forging a bond that would take him to the battlefields of Europe and beyond. Read the text above a picture of what was clearly him, if a bit younger and a lot less burdened. The rest of the text was enlightening even if it didn't have nearly enough detail for him.
He felt someone staring at him and tensed, he knew coming here was foolish and now he was going to pay for it. Casting a careful glance backwards though he didn't see the expected HYDRA or SHIELD agent but a civilian woman, letting himself relax a little he examined her. She was startlingly beautiful and wearing a dress he was dimly aware was old fashioned nowadays but it suited her. He next became aware that it hadn't actually been him she was staring at, not exactly at least. She was staring at the picture in the exhibit behind him, his picture, like it was her whole world. Did she know him somehow? He didn't remember her but that didn't mean much these days.
Her eyes shifted to him then and grew almost comically wide. Shit. He ran through his options in seconds, there weren't many. He couldn't explain why but he felt drawn to this woman, he wouldn't hurt her, but it was clear she had recognized him. He grabbed her arm, firmly but not crushing. "Walk with me." He whispered. She nodded.
He led you out of the building and into a far less crowded area, though if you were inclined to scream for help someone could still hear you.
You became aware you were making a high pitched squealing noise which Bucky took to mean you were afraid.
"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt y-"
"I knew it!" You interrupted "I knew you couldn't really be gone, not forever! The world can be cruel and uncaring but even it wouldn't keep us separated."
"Do you know me?" he asked.
"Yes and no. We haven't actually met, I'll admit but I know everything that's ever been written about you. There's probably next to no one who knows more about your life than me." You gushed.
A distant siren made him flinch "I have to get out of here. I have to leave the country." He paused, trying to come to some kind of decision. He stared into your eyes and you hoped he'd like what he saw there.
He must have.
"Come with me?"
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Pairing: Yandere Bucky Barnes x Yandere Fem!Reader
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, General Yandere Stuff
A/N: Short chapter but things start happening at least.
Part One Part Two
The journey to Romania involved an annoying amount of redundant travel, going an hour the wrong way to find a more discreet way to go in the right direction. The trip was also largely silent, Bucky had made it clear he didn't want to get into sensitive topics until you two were alone. Truthfully though he was also taking some time to ponder whether or not he'd made a huge mistake bringing you along.
Everything he knew about keeping hidden told him it had been a terrible idea but whenever he looked at you he heard something different in his head. The longer he'd study you the more his mind echoed with thoughts of obsession, possessiveness and things so long ripped from his conscious mind he barely had memories of their memory. He'd felt drawn to you when this journey begun but now, only about a day later, he knew he wouldn't be able to ever let you go.
You barely had time to register that the the latest plane had finally gotten you to your ultimate destination before you were being pulled along by your wrist.
"Where are we going?" You asked.
"It's a bit of a walk but I know a place where we should be able to stay for a while at least." Bucky replied without looking back at you.
The place he knew ended up being a neat little apartment, clearly intended for only one person but you'd figure that out later you supposed. Once Bucky had made sure the place was empty of other people and securely locked he sat you down on the couch. He sat on the other side, leaving a generous amount of space between you two, you tried not to look disappointed.
"So..." He began uncertainly "Tell me about me."
And you did: from the accredited documentaries and textbooks to the questionable late night specials hastily thrown together in the immediate aftermath of Captain America's return you told him everything you could think of. After being told countless times while growing up to 'Stop talking about Bucky Barnes!' you felt like your moment had finally arrived. The entire time Bucky watched you with a single minded intensity.
It had been close to midday when you arrived at the apartment but the sun was setting by the time you finished. It was clear that Bucky was your favorite subject to talk about.
"So I think that's everything." You told him nervously, worried your dream was about to meet an abrupt end. "What now?"
Bucky finally stopped staring at you then, opting to close his eyes as he considered his next words. "I'm not sure, it dangerous for you to stay with me, I should tell you to leave but I can't." He sighed, meeting your eyes once more. "When I look at you I feel this..."
"Bond?" You cut in. "Something that ties us together that's bigger than either of us? I feel it too, we're meant to be together. Ever since I saw you in my history textbook when I was 14 I knew I loved you! Think about it, what are the odds that the one man I felt drawn to in that book was not only alive but barely any older?"
"You love me?" Bucky asked, looking startled. "You don't know me. I'm not the man from your history textbook, I haven't been him for a long time."
"I may not know you but you don't really know you either. Maybe we can figure out who you are together?" You offered. "And I don't need the you from old photos I just need you. The universe brought us together, tied us to each other, you feel it too so why fight it?"
He kissed you then, kissed you with such desperation and passion you would think he was the one who'd been waiting his whole life for this instead of you. You'd spent many a slow day in high school daydreaming of this very thing but it was better than you'd ever imagined it.
"Why fight it?" he whispered against your lips. "Stay with me."
"I'd love to." You said, beaming as you pulled him back into another kiss.
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