Staring Problem - Bucky Barnes X Ava Starr
Description:
Ava was so used to going unseen, unnoticed, and unwanted. She believes that no one remembers her or cares to. So When James "Bucky" Barnes appears in her life and tells her that he has always seen her she doesn't know how to take it. But whatever this feeling is, it's making her heart race.
Tags: Ava starr HYDRA/SHIELD backstory, Bucky and Ava have a past, soft feelings, first date, Bucky Barnes is called James, SMUT
Notes:
I've kind of taken all my favorite headcanons from other Bucky X Ava fics and smushed it into this one. Also I like any excuse to help Ava get properly laid. She deserves it.
AO3
Ava didn’t know how to talk to people. She was never very good at it. Years spent alone or being ordered around by S.H.I.E.L.D / HYDRA can do that to a girl. Eyes downcast, head bent, face covered. She kept to herself, and she expected others to leave her be but when the past came knocking something in her couldn’t help but reach to answer.
She hadn’t recognized him at first. Why would she? It had been well over a decade since she last laid eyes on him and at that time they had both been very different people. She had been a shivering, shrink of an 18 year old girl and he had been…had been the soldier. His whole face had been covered up by a mask except for those eyes. The crystal blue eyes that seemed to swim with so much emotion and depth but felt so very empty at the same time.
His hair had been greasy and unkept, his handlers not even caring to bath him. His shiny chrome plated arm flashed the light into her eyes, and she could just barely see the crude way it was attached to his shoulder. She cowered away from him like the child she was. They were using him to show her what they could do, to remind her of her place. She had failed and she wouldn’t, couldn’t again.
Cold, metal fingers had attempted to wrap around her neck, the sensation shocking her, almost grounding her before she pulled away. Her body appeared at the other side of the room, hands pressed against the cold, unwelcoming glass of her enclosure. She had remembered his eyes, the flash of curiosity, only there for the briefest of seconds before returning to the dead stare that he was known for.
They had let her be, knowing that she would not fail again. That had been the first time she had seen him.
Every instance after that day had been in passing. Pale blue eyes staring at her across a darkened room. Every time she got a glimpse of him, she caught him looking at her, something working behind those beautiful ocean eyes. Everything else about him was dirty, grimy and unkept. Built to be a weapon, nothing more, nothing less. Whenever he looked at her it was like he was trying to piece a puzzle together, brows knit tight, eyes moving over her white suit. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, but he was taking something, collecting it and tucking it away somewhere in his broken mind.
The last time she caught those eyes were right before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. He had seemed disoriented after coming back from a failed mission. They were basically dragging his body through the lowly illuminated hallway, boots scrapping against the concrete. His hair was falling into his face, breathing heavy and uneven. She watched from her doorway, tucked into darkness but he still found her.
His head lifted minutely, eyes caught hers. She felt frozen in place by his gaze, emotions she had never seen on him before flashed across the surface, he was scared, confused. Everything inside her wanted to reach out for him but her own self preservation won out. She let him go and within days her whole world changed.
Now here Ava was, a decade later, sitting in a much to spacious living room, in a tower that she shouldn’t be freely allowed in, with The Winter Soldier sitting on a couch just a few feet away. If she really wanted to, she could reach a finger out to poke against his flesh shoulder, feel the heat radiate off him, crawl into his space, invade. She wouldn’t do that of course, she would stay in her corner of the couch, a book loose in her hand as she pretended to read, eyes flicking to him when she knew he wasn’t looking.
They were now teammates, on the “good” side. What a twist.
Ava knew that James “Bucky” Barnes did not make the connection between her and his past as The Winter Soldier. If he did, he didn’t say anything. She doesn’t really blame him; she didn’t like to talk about her past either. They had both unwillingly worked for HYDRA, though his level of unwilling was a little different than her level of unwilling. She was grateful to say she hadn’t been brainwashed but being used by S.H.I.E.L.D. to do HYDRA’s dirty work wasn’t what she would call a wonderful childhood.
Now they were both Avengers, something she was still getting used to. It had been almost 13 years since that fateful day, they had both changed a significant amount, for the better it seems.
They still didn’t talk much. Even being on a team for over a month at this point couldn’t seem to break either one of them out of their shells. Bucky was still balancing being an Avenger with being a congressman. He was only a few weeks away from handing the torch to the next elected official but in the meantime, he had been running back and forth between New York and D.C. He was always exhausted. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He mostly kept to himself when he was in the tower.
The place they all lived now, together.
After being alone for so long, in hiding mostly, it was weird for Ava to have roommates. She had had to completely stop phasing through walls of private rooms for a short cut because she had walked in on one to many people changing. Ava didn’t think she would be scolded like a child for using her powers but apparently you had to “respect” other people when you lived together.
She’s also been told that she had a staring problem.
Ava couldn’t help it. Whenever she found something interesting or piqued her curiosity, she just had to figure it out in her head. That meant that she would sometimes stare off into space as she broke an idea down in her head or stared at Yelena’s trousers to figure out how exactly they were made, or tilt her head at Walker and wonder where he got the audacity.
Now, she was staring at Bucky. Her pale green eyes were moving over his form as it bent over the coffee table, a mess of papers and files scattered across the surface. He was in deep concentration, brow knit together, blue eyes squinted. She was almost positive he needed reading glasses but was sure he would be caught dead before ever putting on a pair of prescription glasses, the old man jokes would write themselves.
A soft sign escaped her lips as her head leaned against the back cushion of the couch. Her eyes drifted over his dark hair, a strand or two of gray peeking out at the crown. Further down her eyes went, over stubble on his chin, a day or so unshaven. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the smooth pale skin that disappeared under a black t-shirt.
Bucky had become Ava’s favorite person to stare at. Something about him sent a warmth into the depths of her stomach. Maybe it was their shared past. He made her feel seen, grounded, even if he hadn’t connected the dots with her, it was still nice to know that she hadn’t been the only one to survive the hell that was HYDRA.
One of these days Ava was going to get to courage to look him directly in the eye. She wanted to see those icy blue depths up close, she wanted to read his story, to fully see the change, to know for certain that the Winter Soldier was gone and now he was just Bucky again.
“You are staring again.” Bucky’s voice was husky with disuse. His head lifted and his full attention was on her. Those striking blue orbs were now looking at her and she felt her entire body crawl with heat as her face blushed. The light of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows and cast across his face, his entire being haloed in light. He was absolutely beautiful.
Ava’s mouth opened as if she was going to reply but the only sound that came out was an embarrassed little squeak. Suddenly her book clattered against the floor as her body completely disappeared.
She was suddenly in her dark room, curled up on the floor, a hand clasp over her mouth. Her body was shaking, heart racing. She felt overly warm. She felt embarrassed. Ava Starr did not get embarrassed. She had been called out for her staring plenty of times but the way Bucky had looked at her…he….it was….she felt like he had pierced straight through her heart with just a simple look.
What the fuck was going on?!
Ava quickly stood up, slamming her hand on the light switch. The room illuminated and she quickly ripped off her oversized hoodie, throwing it on her growing pile of clothes. She needed to get her shit together.
Her eyes scanned over her room, trying to find anything to distract herself with.
Attention settled on her bookshelf, bursting at the seams with worn paperback spines of trashy romance novels. She had gotten addicted to them a long time ago when she realized how easy it was to nick them from a gas station. Now they were a guilty pleasure.
She approached the bookshelf. Her fingers raised to a particularly loved paperback, on the front was a strong, overly tanned man with flowing dark hair holding a sword and a swooning maiden. It finally clicked to her.
She had a crush on James “Bucky” Barnes.
Fuck.
The book went flying out of her hand, landing somewhere behind her. She quickly grabbed a different paperback from her shelf, this one having a blonde man in military regalia and a swooning woman. She cringed slightly at the imagery, but it would be a much needed distraction from her racing thoughts.
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Her room was dark, air heated and humid. Her sheets were kicked to the end of the bed, trying to get relief from the heat.
Ava laid on her side, facing her cluttered bookshelf, shifting around trying to get comfortable. The overhead fan doing very little to cool her. She curled her arms under her pillow, nuzzling her face into the soft silk fabric.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt a rough hand grip her bare hip. Her body immediately stilled it’s squirming. Her fingers tightened into her pillow. She felt a hard body press against her back as the hand shifted from her hip to her lower stomach.
“You’re restless.” A gravelly voice rang into her ear before a soft press of lips were felt just underneath.
Ava didn’t reply, she could feel her body warming from the inside out. She untucked one of her arms from under her pillow and brought her fingers down to settle atop his hand. It was strong and thick and all she could think about were how those fingers would feel if only they were just a little lower.
A chuckle vibrated from her companion. Without even consciously thinking about it she had been pushing his hand further and further down until it was between her legs.
He ran his fingers through the curls at her apex before dipping lower, finding the wetness waiting within.
Another gasp escaped her lips, she buried her face deeper into the pillow as he found her sweet button.
“Shhh…shhh don’t want to wake the neighbors.” Another kiss below her ear before sliding down her neck, nibbling gently against her soft, smooth skin.
Ava was trying to keep quiet but his ministrations were getting rougher and faster. Suddenly his hand moved away from her and grabbed her inner thigh, he lifted her leg to open her up, stretching it up over his hip. The angle was a bit awkward, but Ava couldn’t bring herself to care when his fingers returned to her, pressing two long digits inside her core and stimulating her clit with his palm. Her arm shot up and extended behind her, fingers lacing into thick hair. She heard a grunt of pleasure from her companion as she gently tugged the strands.
The heat inside her belly was coiling tighter and tighter as he worked her. She moaned, not caring to be quiet anymore. Her hips bucked against his fingers, riding closer to her release.
Suddenly another hand clasp over her lips, quieting her. Two fingers slipped between her parted lips, the sensation was cold and tasted like iron. Her tongue swirled around the fingers, gently sucking.
A soft curse was mouthed into her hair as the fingers were extracted from her mouth, the hand moved further south, gripping gently around her neck, the cold metal a vast contrast to the heat of her skin, and turned her face to him.
“Ava…”
A shadow mostly obstructive his face, almost like a mask but she knew those blue eyes anywhere.
“James—”
Ava shot up in bed, the book she had been reading flying off her chest. Her eyes squinted against the bright overhead light of her room, her head turning trying to reorient herself.
She had fallen asleep while reading. The clock told her it had only been a few hours, nothing crazy.
Ava felt overheated and full of adrenaline.
Sweat poured down her body as she did what she was best at, ran from her problems.
Ava had immediately escaped to the gym, needing to work her body so she could stop overworking her mind. So, she did the most mindless thing she could think of, get on a treadmill with oversized headphones and just start running. Her ears were blasted with early 2000’s pop music while her feet fell heavily against the tread. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared straight ahead.
A crush was dumb.
Ava Starr didn’t get crushes.
Ava Starr was a loner who didn’t have friends let alone people that might potentially like her back.
Ava Starr should probably go out and get laid because it had been an absurdly long time since she had gotten properly shagged. She shouldn’t be having sex dreams about her coworkers. She was spending too much time in the tower, around these people that was the best explanation for it!
And while she’s at it, Ava Starr should stop reading trashy romance novels that make her think that maybe one day a beautiful man with long flowing hair and bulging biceps would fall in love with her for her sarcasm and small tits.
A growl ripped from her throat as she gripped the rails and stopped running. She felt dizzy for a moment as her body became suddenly still, her breathing was heavy. As the room came back into focus, she saw him.
It had been a few hours, but he still looked exactly the same. Black t-shirt fit snuggly across his chest, biceps barely contained, perfectly fitted dark wash jeans, long hair in waves that framed his angler face and those piercing blue eyes that froze her in place.
One hand stayed tightly on the rails while the other reached up to tug her headphones down around her neck. The sweet sounds of “Wannabe” by The Spice Girls settled into the quiet between them.
That same familiar look that she knew so well sat across his features. His eyes trained on her as if he was dissecting her, pulling her apart with his eyes to try and figure out how she ticked. Well, good luck to him cause she didn’t even know.
Suddenly he was walking towards her. Ava wanted to disappear, she could, she could just leave right now, and it would be fine, maybe a little awkward later but ultimately it would be fi—
Bucky was in front of her. Even though she was standing on the treadmill they were eye to eye.
He raised up a hand, showing her the discarded book from the living room that she had haphazardly dropped.
“You dropped this.” Bucky had a voice that Ava wanted to listen to for hours. It would be amazing to have him read a book to her, the soft rumble of his chest, the gravel in his tone. It was intoxicating.
“Thanks.” Was all Ava could reply. Her legs felt shaky as she dismounted the treadmill, her eyeline immediately dropping a few inches. She schooled her features to the natural boredom that she usually portrayed and reached out her hands, wagging her fingers at him as an indication to hand over her book.
It landed heavy and thick in her hand, a quantum physics textbook for some light reading. A recommendation from the Pym’s, a slug of a read but it was helping her better understand her condition.
Their fingers gently brushed as he pulled his hand away and Ava could swear her heart started beating faster than when she had been running on the treadmill. His hand fell limply by his side as they stood silently in front of each other. Ava couldn’t maintain eye contact, her head bowing to his intense gaze. She hugged the large book to her chest.
Finally, Ava’s voice came back to her, she swallowed before motioning towards the locker room.
“I’m…uh…gonna get cleaned up.”
From her periphery she saw him nod before moving to the side to let her pass. As she moved to walk by him, he cleared his throat.
“I…I’m sorry if I spooked you…earlier.”
She turned to look at him, expecting his body language to match his nervous voice. Bucky however was standing strong, shoulders back, arms loose by his side and crystal blue eyes staring her down.
“You didn’t spook me.” She replied, fingers tightening around her textbook. “I’m just not used to people seeing me so clearly.” She could feel her face heat at her confession and quickly turned back around.
“Bye, Bucky.”
She didn’t hear a reply by the time she escaped to the locker room.
Usually, Ava could feel the pain coming. It encroaches like a headache behind the eye or an increasingly persistent period cramp. She usually had time to crawl into her suit and find a corner to ball up in as the pain consumed her. Every once in a while, it hit her like a large wave in the ocean, crashing around her all at once.
This was one of those times. It happened while she was getting a cup of coffee in the communal kitchen. She was holding a mug (not her favorite, thankfully), her grip had loosened, her control on her movements quickly dissolving as her knees buckled, she crumbled to the ground. The white mug covered in small doodles of black cats cracked against the tile floor, spilling the hot liquid it contained. Her fingers burned for a moment as her hand made contact with it but soon, she was shimmering in and out of existence, her body shaking and convulsing.
She let out a pained cry, trying to curl her body into a ball but she couldn’t control her limps, all she could do was try to hold on to her own existence.
Ava was so out of it she didn’t hear the clatter of plates against the counter or the rushed footsteps that approached her. Her vision blurred, her hands clenched into fist as if she could force her body back together. Ava squinted at a dark shadowed figure leaned over her, it seemed to be saying her name.
Finally, she felt something. A strong, metal hand on her shoulder, gripping her tightly.
She gasped, shocked by the contact. Her senses slowly coming back to her.
“Ava…Ava!” It was Bucky, his vibranium hand was physically gripping her, not phasing through her body. Bucky seemed to notice this fact as soon as Ava did. He let go, as if testing something. Her body immediately started shifting again, she let out a pained cry in protest. He quickly wrapped the full vibranium arm around her body, pulling her up into a sitting position as her body became whole again.
Ava clung to the Vibranium bicep as if it were her lifeboat. Her face was streaked with tears she didn’t even know she was shedding.
“James…” She whimpered out, embarrassed that he caught her in such a state but extremely grateful that he could help her.
Bucky sat down on the floor next to her, gently pulling her closer to him letting his arm encase her in an almost hug.
“You okay?”
“I…. I don’t know….it’s like the Vibranium is stabilizing me.” Her fingers dug into the metal, as if testing her own structure.
“I…” James started but stopped, his eyes looking at the floor instead of her. “I was worried. You looked…I thought you might disappear.” He looked conflicted, as if something was bothering him.
Her fingers gently cradled his jaw, smoothing over the roughness of his stubble. His eyes were closed. She could feel the quickness of his breath as he breathed through his nose. His vibranium arm was still wrapped around her waist, the metal fingers massaging circles into her hip.
“James…please, let me see you.” Her voice was soft, whispered, as if she was afraid she would frighten him. Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, wiping away the wetness dripping from his closed eyes.
“I’m sorry Ava.” He whispered back, his voice strained as if he were weeping.
“Sorry? What could you possibly be sorry for?” She asked, one hand falling from his face to land on his shoulder, squeezing in reassurance.
“I know you.” His eyes fluttered open, the blue orbs wet with uncertainty and shame. “Every time I look at you, I see the girl in the glass box, all alone and suffering….and I scared you.”
Ava shook her head, tears brimming in her own eyes now.
“That was a long time ago. I’m not that scared little girl anymore…and you…you weren’t…you weren’t you!” Her words fell lamely from her lips, she didn’t know how to reassure him that their past was okay, that she had forgiven him and herself a long time ago.
Ava finally let herself look him in the eye, really take time and absorb him. He tried to look away, but she grabbed his face, keeping him close to her.
“I remember your eyes.” She breathed out. “It was like there was nothing behind them, your soul had been locked away in a prison. But now, now you are so full of life.” Her eyes blinked, silent tears falling down her cheek.
“I see so much in you now. Happiness, confusion, thoughtfulness, frustration, and hope.” She leaned up closer to him, gently kissing his right cheek.
“This person you have created, have become in spite of all your past deeds, he is special to me.” She moved over and kissed his left cheek.
“He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he protects me and helps me even if I say I don’t want it.” She leaned back to look into his eyes again. “He makes my heart race when he catches me staring.” Her eyes drop to his lips. “He makes me want to do reckless things.”
James pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes disappearing behind his lids. He took in a breath before shakily exhaling.
Ava waited, her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe this hadn’t been the right time for her to confess. They were both in very compromising emotional states right now.
Ava opened her mouth to say something, what? she wasn’t entirely sure. Would she take it back? Tell him to forget what she said? To break this growing tension between them?
Before Ava could make another move soft lips pressed against hers, stopping her from taking anything back.
She couldn’t help the surprised noise that vibrated in the back of her throat, but she quickly recovered, cradling his face in her hands to keep him close.
Both of them were obviously out of practice. His lips moved hesitant and unsure while she pressed harder against him as if she were trying to consume him.
He pulled away first, trying to catch his breath. Ava tried to follow, stretched up on her knees to follow his lips, a tightened grip on her waist stopped her.
“It uh…it’s been a long time.” Bucky confessed to her, his cheeks red with shame or embarrassment.
“I’m happy to help you practice.” Ava teased but her eyes staying on his lips, her tongue peeking out to wet her own.
That pulled a smile out of Bucky. He leaned down and gently kissed her again, but it was quick, just a peck.
“Maybe another time…. I’ll be honest, this has all drained me. Are you not tired after your attack?”
Ava had almost forgotten all about her terrible attack. She had felt renewed, adrenaline and horniness coursing through her blood, heating her from the inside out. She could read the room though; he didn’t want to move forward so she would respect that.
“Now that you mention it, a nap does sound good.” Ava not so sneakily leaned her weight against him, letting him hold her in his arms a little longer.
“How about this…tomorrow night, as long as we don’t get called away on a mission, I’ll take you on a date.”
“A date?” Ava doesn’t know if she’s ever been on a proper date before, sure she’s had her fair share of one night stands and hook ups but a date?
“Yeah, dinner. I’ll make us something.”
Ava didn’t realize she could smile so big.
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Great.” Bucky kissed her on the forehead before beginning to escort Ava back to her room so she could rest.
The next evening Ava found herself in front of Bucky’s apartment door, nervously wringing her hands trying to decide if she should knock or not.
Ava hadn’t slept much the night before, images of being wrapped up in Bucky’s arms keeping her wide awake. He had felt so solid against her, warm and cold at the same time. He made her feel solid, present. It had been so comforting. And that kiss! It had been a bit awkward and clumsy, but the thought sent hot embers through her blood stream, she wanted to kiss him again and again until her thirst was sated, if that is even possible.
She had also spent an embarrassingly long time picking out an outfit for this “date”. Ava didn’t really have date clothes, she had her suit and she had loungewear. She had to reluctantly go knocking on Yelena’s door for some advice. Yelena had sniffed out Ava’s plans almost immediately but thankfully didn’t make her confess who she was going on the date with.
After digging through Yelena’s closet they agreed on a simple black dress, it hit around mid-thigh and had a deep plunge at the back ending in a cute bow. Ava paired her own kitten black heels to go with, to Yelena’s annoyance.
“You should wear the big heels! It would be hot!” Yelena exclaimed as Ava turned side to side to look at herself in the mirror.
“You want me to fall on my face. You’re rooting for me to fail.” Ava turned around to look at Yelena who was lounging on her stomach on her bed, watching Ava.
“I just want you to get laid! That’s what friends do for each other!”
Ava snorted out a laugh.
“I appreciate the encouragement but I’m going to stick to my heels. Anyway, my tits usually get me what I want.” Ava sent over a sensual wink that had Yelena giggling.
Ava’s heart burst with love for the younger girl. She had never had this sort of comradery with another girl and now Ava couldn’t see her life without it.
The confidence that Ava had held earlier had completely disappeared now that she stood in front of his door. Yelena had curled her hair and helped her put on eyeliner and just a touch of lipstick, she looked hot but she felt like she was wearing a costume.
Ava took in a deep breath and slowly lifted her fist to the door, knocking twice. She waited a few moments, awkwardly hopping from foot to foot until the door opened.
Bucky stood in the doorway, his face freshly shaven, his hair pulled back from his face in a small bun, tendrils of hair cutely framing his face. He wore dark jeans and a clean white shirt that hugged his muscles attractively.
Ava could feel her face heating as they both just stared at each other.
“Hi.” Bucky finally spoke, quickly moving back to let her into his apartment. The lighting was soft and low, making it cozy. A record player on a shelf played smooth jazz in the background. There was even a lit candle that smelled like a forest on a cool day in fall.
Ava followed him in, taking a moment to admire his apartment. It was a similar layout to hers but with darker woods and metal accents. On top of the black leather couch sat a white ball of fur with slitted dark eyes curiously staring at her.
“Alpine.” Ava greeted the cat, gently brushing her fingers over the soft fur, receiving a happy purr in return. This cat was the definition of a spoiled princess; Ava was glad she was at least friendly.
She felt eyes on her and when she glanced back at Bucky her suspicions were confirmed. Bright blue orbs darkened by his widening pupils, racking up her body from tip to top.
“I feel…a bit underdressed.” He confessed as he drank her in.
“I…don’t…go on a lot of dates so I wasn’t entirely sure what to wear. It’s too much, isn’t it?”
Bucky quickly shook his head.
“You look lovely.” His smile was charming and soft; it made Ava want to wrap herself in his arms and kiss him deeply.
“Thank you.” Her smile was shy; she quickly turned her face trying to hide the rosiness in her cheeks. Ava hated feeling this way, it was like she was reverting back to her teenage self with a stupid crush on a boy.
Ava tensed up when she felt his hand brush against her back as he moved passed her.
“I still need to finish dinner; it’ll only be a minute.”
The moment his touch left her she craved it back immediately. Her feet subconsciously started following him.
A moan stuck in her throat as the heavenly smells wafted over her as she entered the kitchen. She carefully set herself on a tall chair at the counter and watched him work. He was concentrating on chopping some green herbs as a pan of chicken in a creamy sauce bubbled away.
A quietness settled between them as she watched him work. Soft music still humming in the background as they both relaxed into each other’s presence. Ava couldn’t keep her eyes off him, skirting over his strong jaw and down his neck, dipping over the tight cling of his white shirt and the way his muscles moved as he used his knife with practiced ease.
“Do you cook often?” Ava finally broke the silence, her chin propped up in her hand, her eyes not leaving the steady movement of the knife.
“Whenever I get the chance.” She could hear the smile in his voice, could feel his eyes move to her, absorbing her relaxed state. “It’s more for a routine than any true love of cooking.” He confessed, his knife finally stopping. He pushed the chopped herbs to the side of the cutting board before turning around, his back to her as he grabbed two plates from the cabinet.
“Anything I can do?” Ava didn’t like feeling useless, she slid off the stool and hovered by the counter.
Bucky was ladling the chicken and pasta onto the plates, his head tilted as he thought.
“Grab the bottle of wine from the fridge.” He paused a moment. “Please.”
“Oh a twist off, you really know how to spoil a girl.” Ava teased as she grabbed the bottle of chardonnay from the fridge door.
She heard Bucky let out a heavy sigh as he deposited the plates onto his small dining room table.
“It was all they had at the bodega.”
She unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and poured them both a glass, setting the rest on the table for easy access. She had a feeling she would need a little more to fully lube herself up, no pun intended.
Bucky took the glass offered to him and gently clinked the glass with Ava. She leaned up and gently kissed his cheek.
“Thanks for all this…it’s…very sweet.” She was still close to him, her free hand tracing over his bicep. He turned his head, noses brushing.
“Of course.” He breathed out, the tension taut between them. A few moments pass, both of them waiting for the other to move.
“We should eat.” Bucky finally said, pulling away first. His cheeks were flushed as he moved to pull her chair out at the dining room table.
Ava cleared her throat as if that would help her mind come back from the gutter it had found itself in. She sat in the chair Bucky presented to her and watched as he moved to the other side of the table, sitting down with an exhale.
The involuntary noises that wanted to come out of Ava as she ate were hard to suppress. Ava had never had a chicken dish like this before, it was creamy, savory and the chicken was cooked to perfection.
They politely talked, ate the delicious meal and drank the wine bottle until Ava was pleasantly buzzing. Bucky was obviously unaffected; she wasn’t sure if that was a pro or con of the super solider serum.
Ava helped Bucky clean up the dishes, their polite chatter falling into companionable silence.
Ava was wiping her hands dry when the record player started playing a slow, soft song. It was smooth and pretty. She turned when she heard a soft hum from Bucky. He offered her a hand, his face shy. She had never danced before but she couldn’t tell him that, not in this precious moment.
Her fingers slipped into his and he guided her towards the living room, both of them swaying to the melodic tunes of the record player.
The dull ache of pain in the back of Ava’s spine subsided as Bucky’s Vibranium fingers brushed up her back, against the soft skin that her dress exposed. Ava involuntarily shivered as his touch, her skin immediately heating even though his touch was cold. Bucky’s flesh hand gently cradled her cheek, tilting her face up until they locked eyes. Intense gazes, raw emotion, complicated feelings but above else, wanting passed between them.
Bucky inhaled as their noses brushed together, as if to calm his nerves.
Ava, her patience finally coming to a head, surged forward and locked their lips.
This kiss was very different from the first, which had been hesitant and unsure, this kiss was bold and heated. Both of them leaning into each other, her arms circling his neck to keep him close, his metal hand splaying against her spine, anchoring her to him. His thumb brushed her cheek before moving to the back of her neck to better angle her face for him.
There was teeth, tongue and soft sounds of pleasure.
Ava couldn’t remember the last time she had been kissed like this, or really if she had ever been kissed like this. Bucky was cradling her in his arms, keeping her close and protected against his strong body while his tongue tasted and played with her. She was absolutely intoxicated by him, by this moment. She craved more.
They reluctantly parted from each other, breathing heavily. Ava’s plum colored lipstick was smeared all over Bucky’s mouth and chin which made her lips quirk into a smile. She brushed her thumb across his lips to remove the color. He didn’t speak, just watched her. Her bright eyes flicked up to his before she leaned forward, pressing her messy lips to the front of his white shirt. Across his heart was now a plum-colored lip stain. If she had more lipstick she would happily mark him all over.
Her fingers brushed down his chest, feeling the strength that laid underneath the thin fabric, her mouth watering.
She gently pushed her fingers against his sternum, making him take a step back, directing him until his knees hit the couch and he sat. Aqua eyes never leaving hers. She straddled his lap, her dress riding up enough to expose the soft smooth skin of her thighs. Her hands went to his hair, gently removing the hair tie and letting his dark hair fall around his face.
“Ava” He breathed out, biting his lip as her nails scratched against his scalp. His hands were settled on her hips, nails biting into her but otherwise he seemed restrained.
Ava leaned down and kissed his forehead before returning to his lips, gently luring him back to this moment.
“You can touch me.” She whispered against his mouth, her tongue peeking out to taste his lips. “You can fuck me.” That earned her a growl from deep in his throat.
“I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me.” Ava pushed her hips down, her soaked panties grinding against the roughness of his jeans, the sensation making her gasp.
It was like a switch was flipped inside Bucky’s brain, his hands feverously began to roam as his lips claimed hers again. His flesh hand grazed up her exposed thigh, fingers feather light until they snuck under the hem of her dress, finding a hold on her plush backside and helped her rock herself against his achingly hard member still hidden away in his jeans. His metal hand gently tugged at the sleeve of her dress, pulling the fabric down her arms.
Ava pulled herself away just long enough to tug her arms out of the sleeve holes, the top of her dress pooling around her active hips. Her own hands were busy trying to pull up his white t shirt. The effort hitting a roadblock when he wouldn’t take his hands off her. She huffed but that didn’t stop her exploring. Her hands misted over the soft hair littering his pecs, feeling the strength of the muscles he has been schooling for years. He was soft and strong. His skin slick with sweat grew evening pinker as she gently grazed her nails against it.
Their lips parted, not pulling back far, as they tried to regain any semblance of their breath.
“b….bedroom?” Bucky breathed out, his nose sliding against her jaw, his composure was wavering, his body shaking with adrenaline and wanting.
“Yes…please” Ava nuzzled the side of his face, agonizing over having to part from him to get up.
A surprised squeal shot out of Ava as Bucky stood up, his arms securely keeping her pinned against him. She linked her ankles around his back and looped her arms around his neck, giving him a proper smack on his shoulders as he laughed at her noise.
Bucky effortlessly carried her towards his bedroom. She took the opportunity to get acquainted with his beautiful neck. Her lips brushed over the soft flesh, tongue peeking out to get a taste of the salty sweat he was shedding because of her. She nibbled and sucked until she was sure a bruise would blossom later.
“Are you giving me a hickey?” She could feel the vibration of his voice as he spoke, the teasing tone.
“I plan to give you many.” Ava quipped back, lifting her head up just in time for her to be tossed, not so gently onto a bed. She didn’t mind the manhandling as long as it got them both out of their clothes faster.
Ava quickly shimmed out of her dress, tossing it somewhere in the dark room. For a moment she was concerned that they would be fumbling around in the dark before a soft lamp light was turned on beside her.
The soft glow illuminated Bucky who had discarded his shirt, finally, and had his jeans already unbuttoned. Ava had never seen a man more beautiful.
“Fuck…” They said in almost unison as they took each other in. Ava was sprawled out on his dark covers, her body bare except for her simple black panties. She bit her lip, trying to be seductive, and slipped her fingers into the waistband, preparing to pull them off. Bucky’s hand shot out and grabbed hers.
“Allow me.” He got down onto his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Ava’s eyes widened as his fingers replaced hers under the waistband, gently tugging the fabric down her legs. It was slow and torturous. He pulled the black fabric off her legs, and she could have sworn he slid them into the back pocket of his jeans.
Ava didn’t have a long time to think on that because Bucky’s lips were on her. A soft kiss to her ankle, his fingers brushing over her knee and sliding up her thigh. A kiss to the inside of her knee. A kiss to her inner thigh. Teeth sinking gently into her soft skin. She was whining. Hot breath over her core and then…. then he was tasting her.
Her fingers instinctively gripped his hair, pulling on the long strands as his lips sucked around her clit. The groan that tore through his throat vibrated pleasantly against her sensitive bud. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let someone eat her out, usually it was a chore she’d rather skip but whatever Bucky was doing down there was working for her.
She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. His fingers were wrapped around her thighs, keeping her nice and spread wide for him. The noise from his sloppy wet kisses against her core were erotic and messy, Ava felt like she should be embarrassed but it was just turning her on more.
Dark eyes, diluted by his blown pupils were looking up at her, desire clear as they locked eyes. Tongue laid flat against her swiping up to send a shiver down her entire body. It was like all her nerve endings were centered between her legs and she couldn’t control her reactions.
He lifted his face away from her, his tongue swiftly being replaced by his fingers, tight circular motions on her clit sending fiery heat up her belly.
Their eyes didn’t leave each other as his body moved to hover over her, one elbow by her shoulder to keep him up right while his other hands stayed between her legs.
Ava felt embarrassed heat color her face at his intense gaze. She had never been looked at like this before, seen so fully. A surprised moan slipped from her plump lips as his finger dipped into her wetness, testing at first before pushing in fully to the knuckle. Her hands jerked up to his shoulders, nails digging into the pale flesh as his fingers continued to work her.
“I love watching you.” The confession slipped from Bucky’s lips as if he wasn’t in control of his brain anymore. “When you think no one else is watching. I like to see you peel away your defenses and exist without the anxiety of eyes to witness it.”
Ava’s eyes widened. That was the absolute last thing she thought would leave his mouth.
“I like watching you too!” Ava blurted out, it was like his confession pulled it out of her.
“I know…you aren’t as good as hiding as you think you are.” Bucky smirked at her and she finally averted her eyes, the embarrassment seeping back in.
“Wait no no…please look at me.” The desperation in his voice brought her eyes back. “I didn’t say that to embarrass you…I just…I—”
The entire time they had been whispering confessions to each other Bucky’s hand had continued it’s ministrations between her legs, almost as if it were muscle memory to be touching her like this, pulling pleasure out of her.
Ava was overcome by the suddenness of her orgasm. She has been so distracted by Bucky’s words that she didn’t feel the tightness in her belly until it exploded. Her head threw back, lids shutting instinctively as she let the pleasure wash over her.
Her legs shook slightly with the aftershock as Bucky’s flesh hand pulled out of her and rested on her hip, his own breathing coming out unsteady. He leaned down and kissed her chin and neck, soft pecks as his own body shook, his own pent up desire overtaking him.
“That was…breathtaking.” Murmurs into her skins, nipping and licking at her salty, sweat slicked skin.
“James…” She breathed out, her hands finding his sweat soaked hair. “I need you.” Her confession was quiet, but she knew he heard her when the kisses froze on her skin.
“How do you need me?”
Her hand pushed at his shoulder to give herself some room to sit up. Bucky, understanding her intention quickly rid himself of his pants and underwear, almost comically fast. His desperation written all over his body language.
“Sit.”
No objections were heard from him as he sat, back leaned up against his headboard, hands instinctively going to her hip and arm to steady her as she crawled her way atop him.
She took the opportunity to fully take in his beauty. His long hair was wild from where her fingers had played through it, his lips stained by her plum lipstick, chest heaving and body twitching with the desire that coursed through his bloodstream. Between his legs her next goal stood proud and weeping, a throne she was very excited to sit on.
“Are you sure your ready—” Bucky was shushed with a kiss on the lips. Soft at first was quickly turned heated as Ava swiped her tongue over his lips, he obediently opened for her and let her tongue explore his mouth, making him moan against her.
Her hand dipped in between their bodies and delicately gripped him; she relished in the soft gasp that escaped his lips. Her lips kissed at his pale neck and her hand began to work him torturously slowly. His ocean eyes were glittering with wetness, flicking down to between their bodies, as a whimper strained his throat. He was putty in her delicate hand.
Soft lips pressed against the meeting point of flesh and metal on his shoulder, delicate and gentle. Her eyes meet his as she realized he was watching her. She straightened up, one hand still sliding over his straining cock while the other went to grab the wrist of his metal arm which had been caressing her spine absentmindedly.
The iron taste was just how she had imagined as she took two digits into her mouth, her tongue licked and sucking. His flesh hand tightened on her hip, nails pleasurably digging into her skin as his hip bucked into her hand.
“Please…please Ava.”
As much as she was enjoying the slow torture her own core was bubbling with anticipation. She needed more and he was more than willing to give her anything she wanted.
The moment she sunk down on him it was like a puzzle piece finding its perfect spot. They both slowly melded together, bodies working together for the shared pleasure. His hand moved away from her mouth and tangled around the nape of her neck, keeping her steady as he rolled his hips up into her. Her own hands dug into his strong shoulders, blissfully letting her body’s instinct takeover.
Ava had never felt this connected with someone before. She had come into this date with preconceived ideas of what their relationship was and would be. However, the more she got to know this man, who has just as much or even more of a checkered past than her own, she can’t help but think that this is more than just a silly date and fuck. This could actually be something. Undefinable at this moment as her brain was fried over with pleasure. Probably best that this epiphany happened in the throes of bliss so she couldn’t overthink it.
They locked eyes, both dark and overrun with desire. The pace between their bodies was slow but intentional. Ava could already feel the pressure building up in her belly again as she sunk down on his cock.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer, pressing their lips together as best she could while moaning into his breath.
“Ava…” Her name slipped from his lips like a whispered prayer, pleading for forgiveness for all his sins.
“James” She exhaled his name, more pleasure rushed through her as the cool touch of his thumb found her sensitive clit between their bodies.
The climax wasn’t rushed or rough. It ended with shaky breaths and pleading of names.
They curled into each other as they regained their sensibilities, the coolness of the sheets calming against their heated skin.
When Ava regained herself her lids fluttered open and she was immediately met with gorgeous blue eyes, wet with emotion. He brushed a thumb over her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her brow. Her hand encased his over her cheek, she gently brought it to her lips and kissed the fingers gently.
“Thank you…” Her words were so quiet she wasn’t sure he heard her at first.
“For what?” His question came a moment later, hand moving from her lips to her neck, caressing her.
“For always seeing me.”