[24]. MINORS DNI !!!!. THis Is A 18+ Blog, Minors Will Be Blocked!. I like ST, SPN, 70's, 80's, Mushrooms and spells. horror, and spooky things👻
Halloween is life, 🎃 🩷I am trying to write, so be patient with me. I am not a professional, this is all just for fun, for my entertainment and yours, so please no mean comments 🩷
Idk man. I know im bisexual. I've known since I was 14 and im 24 now.BUT DAMN!, I haven't had this strong of an urge to have a woman's thighs wrapped around my head...LIKE fuck man. Ive had my fair share of same sex crushes, but this bitch?, the desire i have for her is so goddamn unnatural, im feral man. I wanna feel her hand on my throat while she spits in my mouth and makes me thank her for it"
The fear that courses through your veins as the winter soilder hunts you down, like prey. you know you'll never escape, and most importantly he knows it too.
You like buckys tags...okay you love them, the way they hung around buckys neck, the soft clashing of metal when they'd hit each other, the way they looked around buckys neck, he'd often catch you looking at them. It would make him smile, youd often catch yourself messing with them, you'd be laying on the couch or the bed, laying in his embrace, you would often reach up to fidget with them, it calmed you.
When you and bucky went out, or had to present to Valentina, you'd always subconsciously reach for buckys tags to mess with them. A motion that caught everyone's attention, but nobody minded, well Valentina would give the occasional eye roll, John would give a 'ugh' look at times but that was about it*
*youd often grab his tags and gently pull him towards you, into a kiss. which he of course enjoyed*
You just couldn't keep your hands off of his tags and he never once minded that.
I feel like Bob would be so panicked to be a dad but also so excited. What do you think he’d be like when you’re giving birth? I feel like he’d feel like he was gonna pass out, but then yelena would snap him out of it and tell him he has to be there for you. 
Yours pt. 2 ✩ Bob Reynolds
Pairings: Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolts!Reader
Warnings: labor scene, pregnancy (birth), found family, soft!bob, girl dad!bob, thunderbolts chaos, tribute to nat cause i miss my baby
Summary: You were exhausted, nine months pregnant, and completely over it. Bob was hovering, Bucky was baby-proofing the compound like it was a warzone, and the Thunderbolts were preparing for the arrival of “the heir” with all the grace of a SWAT team on caffeine. One labor joke sends the whole team into full-blown labor panic—until your water actually breaks.
Word Count: 3057
Author’s Note: this is part 2 of Yours. i got so so so so many requests from you guys screaming for more dad!bob content and to turn yours into a series. can’t say no to yall, also bc i am so obsessed with bob being a dad and the thunderbolts being the chaotic found family. i laughed so hard while writing this, i love girl dad!bob so much. me next me next put a baby on meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! hope you all like this <3 love, bri.
You were thirty-nine weeks pregnant.
Your hips ached. Your ribs were being actively assaulted from the inside—tiny feet pressing like it was trying to escape out the side. You were hot all the fucking time, sweaty in places you didn’t know could sweat, swollen, hormonal, and deeply, profoundly miserable.
And Bob?
Your sweet, golden retriever of a boyfriend—who once whimpered just sucking on your tits—was now operating on a rotating diet of baby books, blind panic, and seventeen cups of coffee a day. He’d taken “nervous father-to-be” to Olympic levels of intensity. There were laminated checklists. Color-coded spreadsheets. He had a three-ring binder labeled “LITTLE PEANUT’S PREP PLAN.”
“Do you need anything, love? Snacks? A foot rub? A bubble bath? Prenatal yoga—maybe an orgasm?”
You blinked at him, dead-eyed. “I need to not be pregnant, Bob. I want this baby out.”
He flinched like you’d stabbed him, then immediately dropped into nursing mode, offering you a pillow, his water bottle, a heating pad, and his hand like it was a bouquet of peace offerings.
“Right, yes, okay—sorry, baby. Just—any day now, right?”
He smiled wide. Hopeful. Desperate.
“Yes,” you hissed, holding your lower back with both hands. “Which means today. Maybe. Hopefully. Dear god, please come out.”
It had been like this since the beginning—ever since you told him, standing in your bedroom, voice trembling, eyes wide as you whispered “I’m pregnant”—he had melted completely. Dropped to his knees. Sobbing and laughing, kissing your stomach like it was already carrying the entire universe. His entire universe.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he’d promised, crying against your skin. “Both of you. I promise, baby.”
And he had.
Oh god, he had.
To a completely unhinged degree.
He’d downloaded seven parenting apps within an hour. Subscribed to every newsletter. Turned on daily notifications that buzzed at 7 a.m. sharp with affirmations like “Today, little peanut is the size of a cantaloupe!”
You had no idea why he chose the nickname “little peanut”—but it stuck. So did the updates.
“She’s the size of a melon today,” he’d say with awe, hand splayed over your bump. “And apparently her fingernails are already fully developed. Isn’t that wild?”
You didn’t want to know the sex—not until the baby was born. It was the one decision you both agreed on instantly. Bob said he wanted “the moment.” The shock and awe. The magic of it. Even though he insisted on calling the baby her half the time anyway.
“What if it’s a boy?” you asked once, teasing.
“Then he’s my little peanut,” Bob had said. “But I still think she’s gonna be a girl.”
He said it with so much quiet certainty, like he already knew.
Bob wasn’t the only one who spiraled.
Bucky had been roped into “fortress duty” around month four. What started as helping you put together a rocking chair had turned into a compound-wide baby-proofing project that quickly escalated into paranoia-level security.
There were now corner guards on every sharp edge. Lock systems installed on all drawers. Bob and Bucky actually installed a childproof toilet lock. No one could open it without a manual.
Yelena nearly pissed herself trying to get it off.
“This baby isn’t even out yet and I’m already being terrorized,” she’d groaned.
Walker tripped over a stair-gate Bob installed in a hallway with no stairs. He took out three potted plants in one crash.
“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! I don’t even think babies walk until a year in!” he groaned from the floor, rubbing his back.
“Little peanut could be gifted,” Bob muttered, sipping his thirteenth coffee. “You don’t know.”
Alexei was absolutely thrilled. The moment you hit six months, he declared himself “Thunderbolt Grandfather” and started wearing a homemade apron that read “World’s Greatest Dedushka” in glittery red Sharpie. He brought you beet soup every night, no matter how many times you politely asked him to stop.
He insisted on “grandfather bonding rituals,” most of which involved sitting next to your belly and singing softly in Russian while cradling your bump like it was a sacred egg. He often told the baby stories about “strength, pride, and the Russian winter.”
Walker had no idea what was going on 90% of the time. He once offered you a cappuccino at seven months and asked how your “tumor” was doing.
Bob tackled him to the ground. Ava took the coffee out of your hand without saying a word.
Speaking of Ava—she was your shadow. Quiet, ever-present, always there with a hand at your back, a cold cloth when you overheated, or tea before you even asked. She didn’t speak much, but her presence was steady. Like a heartbeat just outside your own.
And Yelena?
Yelena was your rock. Your unofficial bodyguard. Your midwife-in-training. Your best friend and your biggest pain in the ass.
She glared at doctors, snapped at anyone who stood too close to you, and once elbowed one of Valentina’s intern in the face just for looking at you wrong. She referred to herself as “the godmother,” and called your bump “the heir.”
She’d cried—punched the wall actually—when the first ultrasound showed a heartbeat.
“Oh my god. It’s the heir!,” Yelena whispered, eyes locked on the monitor. “That’s our little baby.”
The Thunderbolts didn’t just support your pregnancy.
They wrapped themselves around it like a shield.
You had never been more exhausted. More uncomfortable. Or more profoundly, heart-achingly loved.
You waddled into the common room like a pissed-off general in the final trimester of war. Blanket dragging behind you like a cape. Water bottle in one hand, belly leading the way like it had its own gravitational field. Like a planet. Your ankles hurt. Your tits hurt. Your soul hurt.
“Move,” you groaned.
Yelena didn’t even flinch. She just kicked her feet off the couch and waved you over like royalty. A teasing tone in her voice. “Your throne, my queen.”
You dropped onto the cushions with a dramatic grunt. “I swear to God if this baby doesn’t come out in the next twelve hours, I’m gonna leave Bob and fake my death. Start a new life. Maybe become a lighthouse keeper and grow potatoes.”
Across the room, Bob gasped audibly.
“No!” He dropped the book in his hands and rushed to your side like you’d just been shot. “No leaving me, no faking your death, and—you don’t even like dirt, baby. I can run a bath! Want me to play Mamma Mia? Your body responds really well to ABBA.”
You glared at him, unblinking.
“My body responds really well to satanic music, sweetheart.”
Bob’s eye twitched.
Yelena wheezed from the other side. “She’s entering her final form. It's her villain era, and I'm all here for it.”
Walker was hunched over in the corner with a baby bouncer in his lap, trying to decipher the instructions while holding them upside down. “This thing has like thirty screws. Babies don’t even sit yet. Why does it need hydraulics?”
“Because it’s an all-terrain bouncer,” Bob replied seriously.
“Where are we bouncing the baby to? Fucking space?”
Bucky sat on the arm of the couch next to you, watching the exchange like someone who had aged fifty years over the course of the last nine months. He was drinking his fourth cup of coffee and had installed five baby gates this week.
Alexei was in the corner holding up a onesie with “Future Thunderbolt” written across the chest in glitter paint. “Is small now, but malysh will grow into it. Like destiny!”
“The baby not even born yet,” Ava muttered, handing you your fifth bottle of water for the day. “Maybe let the baby take a breath before assigning them to the team roster.”
Bob was hovering over a checklist.
“Has anyone seen the birthing playlist?” he asked. “I made a few. One’s classical, one’s rock, and one’s just the Mamma Mia soundtrack on loop.”
Walker blinked. “Didn’t you also make one called ‘Panic But With Vibes’?”
Bob nodded gravely. “Yes. For emergencies.”
You sighed, rubbing your belly.
Yelena glanced at you. “You look like you’re about to pop.”
“That’s because I am,” you snapped. “She’s training for the World Cup in there.”
“You okay?” Bob asked. “Contraction? Back pain? Foot cramp? Do you need another magnesium chew?”
“I need all of you,” you said sweetly, eyes fluttering shut, “to shut the fuck up.”
They froze.
Yelena snorted. “Now that’s the nesting aggression. Beautiful.”
You cracked an eye open and saw Bob staring at your belly like it might speak.
And that’s when you had the brilliant, evil idea.
You gasped. Loud. Clutched your belly.
“Oh—oh my god,” you said, eyes wide. “Guys. I think my water just broke.”
Instant detonation.
Bob shot to his feet like a nuke had gone off. The binder fell. Papers flew. He was on his feet in an instant, eyes wild, hair standing on end like static had just punched him in the soul.
“Oh my god—okay, okay, it’s happening, everyone stay calm—baby, where’s your go-bag? WHERE IS THE GO-BAG?!”
Walker launched himself upright, chair crashing backward. “SHE’S IN LABOR? I THOUGHT WE HAD A PLAN! I’M NOT READY FOR THIS!”
He tripped over the diaper pail Bob had installed yesterday and hit the floor like a falling oak tree. “I’M DOWN. MEDIC!”
Yelena leapt onto the coffee table in full combat mode. “I’LL GET THE WHEELCHAIR!”
“WE DON’T HAVE A WHEELCHAIR,” Bucky deadpanned, already on his feet and adjusting his sleeves like he was about to deliver the baby himself.
Alexei raised a towel in the air like it was a sacred artifact. “THIS IS IT! TO THE MEDBAY!”
“WHY DO YOU HAVE A TOWEL?!” Bob screamed.
“THE MOVIES ALWAYS SAY TO BRING TOWELS!”
Bob was circling you now, voice high and strained. “Are you having contractions? How far apart? Do you need to sit down? Stand up? Squat?! Do I boil water? I can boil water! I HAVE A KETTLE!”
“NO TOWELS! NO WATER!” Bucky roared. “Jesus fucking Christ it’s not the 13th century. Get your shit together!”
You blinked.
And then burst into laughter. Like ugly wheezing laughter. Full-on, tears streaming, belly-shaking hysteria.
Everyone stopped mid-chaos. Even Alexei froze mid-kneel.
You gasped for breath. “Oh my god, you should’ve seen your faces—“
Yelena’s mouth dropped open. “You little bitch.”
“You’re joking?!” Bob gasped, grabbing his heart like you’d physically stabbed him.
Ava turned on her heel and walked away. “I need a sedative.”
“I hope your child is a menace,” Walker groaned standing up from the floor, his hand on his hip. “You deserve it.”
“I think I just had a stroke,” Bucky dropped to the couch.
Alexei put down his towel like he was attending a funeral.
“I was kidding!” you said between gasps, wiping your eyes. “Oh my god. That was so worth it.”
Bob looked like he aged five years in five seconds. “You can’t do that to me,” he whispered. “I felt my soul leave my body.”
You stood, still giggling. “Relax. I’m not going into labor today—”
Pop.
Warmth pooled between your legs.
You went still.
So did everyone else.
You looked down and then up again, locking eyes with Yelena, who already looked halfway to a warzone. Bob’s mouth dropped open like he just watched his favorite vinyl record shatter.
“Holy fuck.”
“OH MY GOD IT’S REAL THIS TIME!” Bob screamed.
“EVERYONE MOVE!” Yelena barked.
“TO THE MEDBAY!” Alexei shouted with pure glee, raising his arms like he was about to be beamed up into the mothership.
“No—wait—oh my god—” You doubled over, contractions hitting you like a freight train out of nowhere.
Ava was already at your side, sliding under your arm without a word. “Breathe in. Slowly. Lean on me. I’m right here, I’ve got you. We're moving slow, okay?"
Yelena was on your other side instantly, bracing your elbow. “You’re fine. You’re breathing. We've trained for this, remember? You’re the heir’s vessel.”
“Why are you like this?” you gasped.
Walker ran toward the door, tripped over the labor bag Bob had pre-packed for the fifteenth time, and slammed his whole body into the wall.
“I’M OKAY,” he shouted from the floor.
Bucky stepped over him without pause, steadying Bob, who was currently spinning in circles with his hands on his head.
“She’s in labor. She’s really in labor. I’m not ready. I don’t remember the affirmations—where’s my playlist?! I didn’t charge the speaker!”
“You have one job!” Yelena shouted. “Get to the medbay!”
Alexei was following you down the hallway like a personal cheerleader, waving a rattle in the air like it was a battle flag. “THE LITTLE THUNDERBOLT IS COMING!”
Bucky shoved the medbay doors open so hard they dented.
And Bob?
Bob paced the hallway outside like he was about to give birth himself.
“Okay okay okay—breathing—she’s breathing—I should be breathing—is this what a panic attack feels like? Where’s the playlist?! Yelena, where’s the fucking playlist?!”
Ava placed you softly on the medbay's bed. You were already covered in sweat and absolutely screaming as another contraction hit you like a truck.
“DON’T YOU DARE PASS OUT, BOB!” you snarled as Bob peeked in the doorway, white as a sheet. “IF YOU FAINT I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP YOUR SOUL OUT THROUGH YOUR NOSE.”
Bob whimpered. “Yes ma’am.”
Yelena smacked him. Just once. Sharp and fast.
“Snap out of it, Robert Reynolds. She needs you. The baby needs you. Pull it together.”
He blinked, then nodded like he’d been activated.
He rushed to your side, and grabbed your hand. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes wide, breath shaking.
Ava’s voice was steady. She was the calmest of the three inside the room.
“Okay, sweetheart. This is gonna hurt. A lot. But I need you to breathe. It’s time.”
You were soaked in sweat, clutching Bob’s hand like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Your legs trembled. Your body screamed. Your vision blurred.
He kissed your temple, your cheek, your lips—soft and desperate. One hand caressed your forehead. The other braced your back when you screamed again.
“Okay,” Ava said from between your knees. “Push.”
And you pushed.
You pushed like your life depended on it.
Bob squeezed your hand, whispering affirmations, crying with you.
“You’re almost there. Just a little more, baby. I see her—I see our baby—”
Another contraction hit. You screamed. Ava’s voice rose gently over yours.
“One more. That’s it. I've got it.”
And then—
A cry.
Sharp. Loud. Beautiful.
Your world stopped.
Bob froze. His breath caught. His hand flew to his mouth, and he sank to his knees beside the bed, weeping so hard it shook his chest.
“She’s here, she's so beautiful.” Ava said gently, smiling as she swaddled the tiny pink bundle. “It’s a girl.”
Bob let out a sound you’d never heard before—pure joy, broken and sobbing.
“I’m a dad,” he whispered, laughing through his tears. “Oh my god, I’m a dad. She’s a girl—I’m a girl dad! I knew it!”
Ava placed her gently on your chest, smiling proudly at you.
She was tiny. Red. Wailing. Beautiful. You stared at her, heart pounding, breath gone.
Bob’s hands hovered like he was afraid to touch something so sacred.
“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “She’s so perfect.”
Yelena leaned in from your right, eyes wide, damp with tears she was pretending weren’t there.
“Well?” she whispered. “What’s her name?”
You smiled. Bob looked at you. Then at her. Then back to your daughter.
"Lena Natasha Reynolds"
Yelena froze. Her lips parted. Her hands trembled.
“You—what?” Yelena whispered, voice cracking in disbelief.
You looked at her, still smiling through the blur of tears. Bob’s hand found yours, squeezing tight. You nodded.
“Lena Natasha,” you said softly. “For you. And Nat.”
She dropped slowly to her knees beside the bed, gaze locked on your daughter as if she couldn’t believe she was real. Her hands trembled as she reached forward, and you gently helped place Lena in her arms.
“Hi, little one,” Yelena whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You don’t even know… You have no idea how much I love you already.”
She stroked Lena’s soft cheek, holding her so gently it made you cry harder. Her hands were trembling. And then she let out the softest, most ragged sob you’d ever heard.
"You're so loved, little peanut. You have no idea," she whispered.
Bob kissed your face over and over, breathless. “You did it. You fucking did it, baby. You’re everything. You’re—God, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
He stood suddenly, kissed Lena’s tiny forehead, and bolted out of the medbay like a man on fire.
Bucky, Walker, and Alexei were seated outside like expectant sitcom dads. Legs bouncing. Eyes bloodshot. The moment they saw Bob burst through the doors, disheveled and red-eyed, they all stood.
Bob’s lips trembled.
"It's a girl."
Bucky’s eyes filled immediately. His shoulders dropped like he’d been holding tension for months. He stepped forward, grabbed Bob by the shoulders—and pulled him into a hug so tight it stole the air from the room.
“You did good,” Bucky whispered, voice rough. “She okay?”
Bob nodded into his shoulder. “She’s perfect. She’s so perfect.”
Walker burst into tears. Loud, hiccupping, ugly ones. “I knew it! I knew it was gonna be a girl! I felt it in my bones!”
Alexei screamed. Like, screamed.
“OUR LITTLE THUNDERBOLT HAS ARRIVED! I AM A GRANDFATHER!”
He immediately grabbed Bob and Bucky in a bone-crushing hug, shouting something in Russian. Walker joined, sobbing into Bob’s shoulder. Bucky just closed his eyes, hugging tighter.
And Bob—sandwiched between his brothers, laughed through it.
“She’s here,” he said, voice cracking. “She’s finally here.”
Back in the medbay, you cradled Lena to your chest, smiling through your tears as Yelena stroked her tiny head and whispered, “Your family’s insane. You’re gonna love them.”
"You were amazing," Ava whispered, brushing your hair back softly.
Bob returned minutes later, quiet now. He sat beside you, kissed your temple, and laid his head next to yours.
"Thank you," he whispered. “You gave me everything. She’s everything I ever wanted.”
And with Lena curled against your heart, Yelena beside you, Ava watching over, and Bob’s hand pressed to your cheek.
You believed him.
You were home.
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I didnt mean to fall for you, but im glad i did. Pt1
Minors DNI. 18+ violence. Cursing. Y/N x Winter Soldier. Y/N x Bucky Barnes.
(I didn't proof read, so I'm really sorry if its bad, but please enjoy if you can, support by liking and reblogging <3 )
you were 24 years old, you were smart, fast, and strong, you had skills, you were made to use them more often than not, you were apart of an organization, not hydra, thank god for that, but you were apart of an organization that had it's similarities, you know how the government is, always trying to make another weapon better than the last, well you were one of them.you were born in 1993, you had a decent little childhood, a decently bright future, that's what you'd always been told anyways, well you guessed they weren't too wrong, your future was something alright, you grew up a somewhat happy child, you had your friends, and family, you had a good little life, but something always felt off, different, you never understood what it was, what that feeling deep inside meant, All you could understand was you weren't like everyone else, you were faster than all the other kids, you were somewhat smarter than the other kids, you moved differently, the older you got the more those feelings increased, as did your abilities, when you were older, preteen, you'd find yourself in fights with other kids, you'd never lose, you always managed to kick the shit out of whoever tried to attack you, you were just skilled, that's what you told yourself, that's what you were told, it wasn't until years later you learnt the truth. the truth being you were in fact born different.
you were 2 years old when your biological mother died, you were 2 years old when you were placed with a nice loving family who took you in and loved you deeply, you were 17 when you learnt that your biological mother had been impregnated by a 'super soldier' you were 17 when you learnt that your mother was hunted down and killed, you were 17 when you learnt that hydra had figured out one of their own super soldiers had created a child who bared the abilities of a super soldier without the need of serum, you were 17 years old when shield found out about you and brought you in, they said it was for your own safety, you were told that hydra knew about you, that they have been hunting you down for years, you would be a gold mine for them, a child born with super soldier abilities without the need of serum?, if they could get their hands on you, that could be the beginning, of another world war, if hydra had been successful in creating another 'super soldier child' then they wouldn't be trying so hard to get you, something about you would be deeply beneficial to them, and the government wasn't about to let that happen* *you were told that you could be a 'hero' could help save the world, you were told that with your 'natural' abilities you could use them for something besides yourself, something told you that you didn't have much of a choice, but you also knew you'd be safer if you did what was 'asked' of you, and hell you could make a difference, so you agreed* *you were 17 when you joined shield, a decision that changed your life forever. you were 17 when you learned how to properly 'kill' a man. you were 18 when you took a life for the first time. you were 19 when you met the avengers, shield wanted you to learn something or two from an actual super soldier, and learn you did, captain Steve Rogers had taught you more ways to defend yourself than ways to kill, you liked it better that way, you learned to get used to this life, and sparing with someone who didn't want you to kill every target you came face to face with, was relieving, you'd met them all, you liked them, you had already known Natasha since shield first took you in, so you two were already well acquainted. you didn't fully trust banner, but you liked him, Tony annoyed you deeply, but you leaned to like him, honestly you preferred his AI system 'jarvis' over him* *you were 20 when you first met 'Him' the winter soldier, deadliest assassin known to man, the year was 2014, just a few years after shield had taken you in, you thought maybe you'd be safe from whatever hydra threat was out there, no, you were just wrong, the soldier wasn't specifically sent after just you.
you'd caught his attention though, you'd caught all of hydras attention, and hell you didn't even mean to, you'd got caught up in some heavy shit, one moment things were fine, you were working under Nick fury, actually enjoying your life, doing small missions. the next thing you know, fury is 'dead' Shield is corrupted by Hydra, and you're just caught in the crossfire, hydra intended infiltrate shield, and finding out you were apart of shield that was just icing on the cake, they knew your location, your address, everything about you, they knew, and suddenly you were on the run, when Natasha and Steve had caught on to the fact that shield was corrupt, they went for you, told you it was time to get the hell out of here, and without question you followed. that's how you met Sam Wilson, that's also how you fully found out that hydra had been slithering their way into Shield for a while, and that it was no longer safe to be with shield. it broke your heart finding out that fury was 'dead' the man was an asshole sometimes, but he had his good days, he was nice to you, you'd get along pretty well, you and Maria were good friends too, you could only imagine how this was all affecting her, she was closer to fury than you were* *you were in a car, speeding down the highway, Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat, bickering with the low level hydra trash, jasper Sitwell, Natasha and you were in the back seat, crammed together with the hydra agent, everything seemed fine, until you heard a loud Thud from on top of the car, your head snapped upwards, confused* "What was tha-OH SHIT!" *A large metal hand shot through the back window, grabbing and ripping the hydra agent from the backseat through the window, flinging the man into oncoming traffic into the next lane, like it was nothing, Natasha wasted no time, she shoved you down onto the floorboard* "stay down!" *she yelled, ordering you to do so, she climbed into the front seat, as bullets rang through the air, she took Steve's shield, throwing it into the back seat, over you, blocking on-coming bullets, you felt a hard bump from the back of the car as bullets fired all around.
You lifted your head a little, looking around you couldn't just do nothing, Natasha's gun had fallen out of her reach, you shifted yourself, pulling a gun from your holster, you took the safety off, pointing it to the top of the car before you pulled the trigger shooting at whatever the hell was up there, Sam slammed on breaks, throwing the person off, sending them flying several feet across the highway, the sound of metal scraping pavement could be heard, you shot up, looking ahead of you, towards the highway, a man, a large man, with a metal arm, a mask and goggles hiding his face, kneeled in the road, slowly he stood up, messy brown hair covering most of his face, making him more that intimidating, you looked the others, the look on Natasha's face was that of fear, something you didn't see on her much, she knew this man, anter vehicle hit the back of the car, sending Sam speeding forward, inching closer and closer to the masked man, just as the car was about to make contact with masked assassin, the jumped forward, doing some sort of in human side flip, onto the top of the car, a metal hand shot through the windshield, ripping the steering wheel from its place, you screamed in shock and fear, as Natasha finally grabbed her gun, aiming and shooting at the roof of the car* "Oh my God what the hell are we going to fucking do?!" *you screamed, as the car swayed from side to side, you knew this would be how you fucking died* *you looked behind you, in the now broken rear windshield, to see the metal armed man on the hood of a huge military looking jeep, hydra was on your asses* "Im going to die, this is how I die" *the car was hit from the rear once more, sending it to the side* "No were not!" *Steve yelled through the chaos, Steve reached into the backseat, grabbing his shield, as he tried to work the door open* "Y/N move up here now!" *he yelled* "All of you hold on!" *thank god this man was a super soldier, he somehow managed to get all three of you, safely enough out of the car, the three of you were skidding across the highway on the broken car door, Sam and you had went rolling a few feet across the highway, a few scratches but that was it, you were both lucky considering the situation* .*you stood up, looking around, your eyes wide, the masked strides forward, being handed a goddamn grenade launcher?.* "Shit shit shit" *Steve wasted no time in pushing both you and Natasha out of the way, she grabbed your wrist, jerking you along with her, the two of you barley missing the explosion as it hit Steve's shield, sending him flying*
*you and Natasha made a run for it, but oh his eyes were on you both as the two of you ducked behind a car, you pulled your gun, as did Natasha, shooting at the other hydra agents, the soilder aimed his weapon, shooting another explosive in your direction. you turned and jumped over the lane barrier, sliding out of the way, just in time as an oncoming car passed you* "we're fucked" *You said to Natasha, you tucked and rolled beside of a car as bullets shot through the air, you two made another run for it, as the soldier sent another explosive in your direction, she grabbed you by the waist as she shoots a grappling hook into the the cement bridge, sadly lowering you both down, once your feet hit the ground she ran, and so did you. you looked ahead, you could see the shoulders shadow from where he stood above you, you pulled out your gun, holding it between both hands, the soldier looked around, trying to locate the two of you, you aimed upwards, and took your shot, you got him, in what wou;I've been the eye if he wasn't wearing protective face gear, you turned on your heel running* "I got him but I don't know if he's dead" *you called out to her, as you two made a run for it, to a nearby safe spot*.*the soldier stood up, in his hand held a large gun, he took his aim and began firing multiple rounds at you both, Natasha shot back, you went around the vehicle where he wouldn't see you, and took your shot, you missed but it got his attention enough to aim bis shots at you, you took your chance, running, giving Natasha time to get away*"What the hell are you doing are you insane?!" *she yelled after you* "I got this nat! go find Steve! I can handle myself for a few minutes, just find Steve!" *you yelled back to the redheaded assassin, she hesitated for a second, but she did as you asked, she went in the other direction, while you distracted the soldier**the soldier jumped down from the bridge, landing on a car beneath, you turned to look behind you, and there he was, striding forward, holding his weapon, his eyes trained on you, watching you like his life depended on it, you turned to your left, hauling ass down a side street and beside of an abandoned car, crouching down, you took a few deep quiet breaths, you could handle this of course you could, you had to, if you didn't want to fucking die right now* *people screamed and ran throughout the streets, you knew he was close, oh so close to you, that thought sent fear through your veins, you reached down, into your pocket, pulling out your phone* "Come on come on" *you mumbled, tuning on a recording, Natasha was right, this would come in handy one day, you propped it against the wheel of the car, and quietly moved to another car, watching silently and quietly as the soldier stalked forward, stopping in his tracks in front of the car you'd just been behind, moments ago, he slowly kneeled down, reaching behind him, grabbing something, and slowly rolling it underneath the car, you watched silently as he stood up, aiming his weapon, waiting as another explosion went off*
*you stood up while his attention was on the explosion, where he thought you were, you hopped up onto a car that was behind him, and lunged forward, you kicked dhis gun right from his hand as you landed on him, legs wrapped around him straddling his shoulders, you pulled out a retractable wire device, throwing it over his head, you attempted to choke him out, pulling it tightly, but his hand came up faster than you could move, preventing you from your little attempt, he shifted backwards, slamming you backwards into the car behind, he reached up grabbing your arm and thigh, lifting and throwing you forward into the nearest car, your body hit the car with a loud 'thud' a groan fell from your lips as you lifted yourself up,just as he went for his gun again, you stood up, shifting fast, you threw a high kick, kicking that gun right out of his hands again, it slide across the pavement hitting the curb, you looked at him, as he reaches beside him probably to take out another fucking gun, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a small round metal device, you didn't hesitate to throw it forward, it landed on his arm, temporarily immobilizing him, you raised a brow, before stepping back, the soldier shifted his arm, lifting it and rotating it forward, it made a sound, you stepped back, those big visible brown eyes held hatred as he made eye contact, he reached back, pulling out a knife* "you just don't give up do you?"
*you took a deep breath before you ran forward at him, he threw a punch at you, which you ducked, he swung his knife ar you, missing your chest by an inch, you dropped to the ground, kicking your leg outwards, sweeping his legs out from underneath him, he hit the ground hard, instantly sitting up, you shifted fast, kicking him straight into he face, before you rolled to the side, you stood up as he leaned back, kicking his legs forward, landing in a standing position, gripping his knife, you'd only managed to piss him off more* "Not much of a talker huh?" *You said, as he strides forward, slamming you into a van behind you, he made a move, bringing the knife down, but you grabbed his metal wrist, preventing it, you weren't as strong as him, by no means were you, but you were strong, which gave you an advantage, you managed to keep him from stabbing you, he looked at you, with shock? on his face, you breathed hard, looking him in the eyes, breathing deeply, you were shocked with how beautiful his eyes looked to you, you were both so close to each other, faces just inches away from the other, crazy assassin or not, there was just something about him that just drew you in, he seemed to loosen his grip, momentairly, he shook his head, blinking, before he shoved it forward again, you shifted his arm, causing him to stab the van, slashing through the metal, you duck as his other fist comes forward, you duck underneath his arms, turning fast, you kicked him in the back of the knee, taking his knife from where it was stabbed into the van, you held it before bringing it down, stabbing it into his shoulder, you couldn't win against him, but you could run,
so you turned, on your heel, making a run for it, you were fast, but he was faster, as you turned, you didn't see it coming, the knife you had just used to stab him with, came flying towards you, hitting you right in the chest, thankfully it hit more to the side and up, closer to the shoulder, just as it did, Steve and Natasha entered the scene, Steve went forward to handle the soldier, and Natasha tended to you.you learnt something during that fight, as you were bleeding out watching Steve and the metal armed hunter fight, you learned that you could not win a fight against the soldier, and that his name was Bucky. your eyes closed, as the world went dark*
I'm a feminist, obviously, But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me, And I know that I'm fine without a man, But I think I would like his protection, I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I likeI'll never forget it, he told me one night "If anybody hurts you, haI'm goin' to prison for life"
I'm no damsel in distress, noBut I like assertiveness, so Wrap your arm around me, babe and tell me that you'll keep me safe, I know it's bad to fantasize About robbers and bad guys But if he were there to save the day, ha Think I'd let that man marry me.
Lyrics from Olivia rodrigo (unreleased song) 'going to prison for life'
I'm a feminist, obviously, But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me, And I know that I'm fine without a man, But I think I would like his protection, I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I likeI'll never forget it, he told me one night"If anybody hurts you, haI'm goin' to prison for life"
I'm no damsel in distress, no But I like assertiveness, so wrap your arm around me, babe And tell me that you'll keep me safe, I know it's bad to fantasize About robbers and bad guys. But if he were there to save the day, haThink I'd let that man marry me
Lyrics from Olivia rodrigo (unreleased song) 'going to prison for life'
18+ MDNI y/n x bucky barnes. (Longer than I intended) ((I didn't proof reader, ao I very sorry if this sucks ass))
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bucky finds you at a bar, being not so lightly hit on, by a man that just won't take no for an answer, bucky looses his shit, and you get to see a little taste of the winter soldier, you'd always been attracted to the ex assassin, but when you see the way he defends you, that feeling only deepens.
(I guess it's safe to say that he's your knight in shining ✨️ARMor✨️)
Today had not gone as planned, you tried your hardest to be buckys friend, or at least someone he could tolerate, you two didn't get along all that well, both stubborn, hardheaded as all hell, constantly bickering, yelena liked to describe it as a "love hate thing going on" but maybe she was right, because right now you hated him.
It started off simple, you wanted to do something, so you asked yelena if she wanted to hang out, she would've but she had "Business to attend to" whatever that meant, you really didn't want to know.
You asked Wanda, but apparently she had a and you quote "hot date" which meant she'd be occupied with vision.
So you went to steve. You were pretty sure he'd be up to do something "steve, my favorite million year old super soldier" *you'd always poke fun at their age, he didn't seem to mind* "you wanna go check out that Japanese restaurant I told you about?, I need to get out if this place, I'm convinced I just might die if I dont" *you laughed a little*
Steve glanced up from his phone, a little amused smile on his face* "being dramatic again i see?" *he said fondly, glancing to his device* "I sorry, i would y/n, but I've got a meeting, but maybe you should bucky? He'd probably go" *you gave a slightly disappointed look, listening to him you sighed at the ask bucky part* "I dunno i think I'd rather stay in honestly" *Steve pocketed his phone, looking at you* "listen, I knowctou two don't really see eye to eye, but you should at least try, you work together, you need to be able to get along for more than five seconds. I'm not asking you to be his bestfriend, but I am saying you should try to get along with him, besides he might enjoy being included" *he gave you a gentle arm pat* "try? Come on I have, plenty of times, he doesn't like me, actually I think he kind of hates me, but I do like to iritate him, so maybe I'll take you up on that" *you said, lightly amused* *Steve shook his head* "I doubt he hates you, bucky is just...difficult. Just try and give him a chance, hes not all bad once you get to know him you know. *he said before wlaking away, leaving you alone*
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*you thought about it for a while, asking bucky to hang out with you, you debated it, contemplated it. But eventually you said "fuck it. It can't hurt. Worst he can do is say no. Right?" *you walked around a bit, looking for the other super soilder, when it dawned on you, he'd probably be in the gym, you've found him there plenty of times, so you made your way to where to hoped he'd be. Pushing open the big doors walking in, it seemed your suspensions had been correct, because there he was, in an old blue tanktop and baggy pants that of course looked good on him, his strong hands grasping onto a metal bar, pulling himself up, you stood there, watching him for a few long minutes, eyes trained onto the man before you, you could watch him do this all day, but of course your little show was cut short, as was your mini conversation that you'd been having with yourself in your own head, when buckys words came flooding in, disrupting your not so PG thought process* "huh?.." *you mumbled sounding as dumb as a doornail*
*bucky pulled himself over the bar, holding his position for a few long moments before lowering* "are you just going to stand there all day or did you need something?" *he sounded irritated, when didn't he?"
*you had been momentarily content, until he opened his mouth, you rolled your eyes crossing your arms* "aren't you a ray of sunshine" *sarcasm laced in your tone* "whatever anyways yeah I do need something, I'm bored, I've been cooped up in this place for weeks, everyone is busy and I dont want to go out alone, not that I mind, its just more fun with someone" *you said looking at him* "so, do you want to join me?"
*bucky raised a brow, dropping from the bar, grabbing a rag and wiping the back of his neck* "let me guess, you asked everyone else and they said no, so you're here asking me because you have No one else?, gee I'm flattered " *sarcam dripped from his tone* "something tells me id have more fun where I am right here then in whatever God awful place you want to drag me too"
*you gave him one of the most sarcastic eye rolls that you could muster, dragging it out too, to show your utter annoyance towards the man* "you're an asshole you know that?, I feel like you're so miserable you want to make everyone else feel miserable too. Excuse me for trying to be nice and include you, Mr 'i dont like fun because I'm old and boring' I can easily go out and find someone else to have fun with" *you turned on your heel, walking back out through the large swinging doors, muttering a string of insults under your breath, as you made your way down the hall* "Wait!" *you hear from behind you, bucky, it was buckys voice you heard, which surprised you* "ill go with you" *he said, following after, he wouldn't dare let it be known that he felt the need to keep you safe, watch over you, he'd let you believe it was because of what you had said* "let me change, and I'll come" *he said, heading off towards his room, which was about two floors above where you both were now, you gave a soft satisfied smile, and nodded, heading your own way, you went to your room. Looking for something to change into, a pair of light, washed jeans. You threw on a black Metallica shirt. Something you probably stole from tony, you slid on a pair of shoes, before grabbing a jacket, your wallet and your other needed items. Before heading back out, you met bucky in the main living room, where most of you all congregate, you head towards the elevator just as bucky is coming into site, you click the button. Waiting for the doors to open. Stepping in just as bucky reached you, you glanced towards him. Clearing your throat lightly. Giving him a once over, a nice fitting blue shirt, a pair of black jeans. And black boots. His hair had been combed a bit, but still messy in the way you liked to see, anther thing you wouldn't admit* "you clean up well" *you said glancing away, pushing the first floor button, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence until you reached your floor, the doors opened, the two of you stepping out together* "where are we going anyway?" *bucky spoke, looking around as you stepped outside, following your lead* "hello?" *looked at you, rolling his own eyes this time when you wouldn't answer him* "anywhere but here" *you said, leading him to one of the many nice, all too expensive cars that were parked perfectly in a line* "let's see...." *you took your keys out of your coat pocket, clicking the button, a nice pretty old black car beeped* "isn't that- isn't all of these Tony's? How'd you get those?" *he pointed to the keys* "he owed me, I wanted free reign to whatever car I want to drive, whenever I want to, Tony gave me the keys, a key to each one. He really owed me" *you said, leading bucky towards the car. Opening the door, you slide into the car, putting the keys in the ignition, as bucky climbed into the car, you turned the key, the engine roaring to life, purring beautifully* "doesn't that just excite you?" *you looked over to bucky, you hooked your seatbelt, before turning, looking ahead, you put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking space. God you loved these cars, before bucky even knew it you threw her into drive, before speeding forward, down he long driveway, and onto a small back road. Bucky latched his seatbelt like a madman, he had survived russian enslavement, he bedamned if your driving is what kills him* "you wanna slow down?!" *he yelled over the sound of the roaring engine and wind flooding in through through the windows* "No not really!" *you yelled back, amused, you were enjoying yourself*
*it didnt take too ling for you to arrive in the city. You drove though the downtown area. Looking around* "hmhn" *you pull into a parking space, turning the engine off, you open the door, stepping out, looking around you breath in the fresh crisp fall air, turning your gaze to bucky who had just stepped out, and was looking around, he followed your lead, the two of you walking down the sidewalk, taking in the sites* "we could go to a bar?, I wouldn't mind a drink" *you said. Looking towards him*
*bucky thought about it for a moment, putting his hands in his pockets, flashing a slight grin, he shrugged, nodding in agreementto her words* "screw it, yeah me too. I could go for a bite too" *he followed you, as you lead him into a cozy dect sized bar and grill. There were people but not too many. She glanced around pointing over to a table, heading over to it, she sat down, watching as bucky did the same*
*it wasn't long after you ordered, you got your food. Your waitress came back, and asked you what drinks you both prefer, bucky went for something hard, whiskey in the rocks, when you were asked what youd like to have, you looked at the waitress, you thought momentarily* "a white Russian please" *you slowly looked at bucky giving him a look, glancing him over, before looking away, picking up a French fry eating it, Something about being here with bucky, having lunch and drinks, felt good, it felt right. You were content and enjoying yourself, well you were until the waitress came back. Placing your drinks down in front of you, and placing buckys down kn front of him, her smile and eyes lingering on him for longer then you liked* "if you need anything at all, by all means just ask" *she used 'That' tone with bucky, before turning and walking away* *you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it shouldn't had bothered you, but it didn't, especially since he had the audacity to watch her walk away. Why did it bother you? He wasn't your boyfriend he had all right to do as he pleased, god it bothered you to your core* "Jesus christ" *you picked up your drink, binging the glass to your lips, throwing it back. You stood up* "I'm getting another drink" *you said. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to the bar, placing the glass down* "ill take a jacket on the rocks, please" *you said to the woman behind the bar*
*you thanked her, taking the glass, just as you were about to take a sip, you were disturbed, you glanced over partly hoping it was bucky, but no of course it wasn't, it was a man, mid thirties, beared, dirty looking. He pleacwd his hand on your waist, clearly confident in this moment* "a pretty thing like you over here by yourself drinking your sorrows away?, I'll tell you what, I'll buy you another round then you and me can head back to my place for some real fun"
*you could feel yourself internally gagging. Men like this repulsed you to your core. You placed your drink back down. Beforevyou reached down, grabbing his wrist and jerking his hand off of you* "did your mother forget to teach you hands to your fucking self" *your tone was like acid in his face, your nails had dug into his skin, you had no tolerance towards cocky entitled little boys who tried to call themselves a man* "you can fuck off now thank you, the only thing you are gonna be taking home tonight is a black eye and a broken nose.If you touch me again"
*that must've been the wrong thing to say, the man's face went red with anger, that sure as hell wasn't flattering, his persona shifted, thr drink he held in his hand he threw back quickly. Slamming the glass down onto the bars surface. he walked forward, crowding you, his hand reached out, grasping you tightly and firmly by the hair, pain shot through your head. He was going to further harm you, that was clear. You didnt even register what you said next, until it came out* "Bucky!" *you confused yourself, you could handle this, you could. It would take absolutely nothing for you, to put this man on his ass. But that's not what happend, you called out for bucky, and he heard you. He heard your scared voice, he stood up, turning and rushing forward into your direction, shoving past people, he was on high alert, eyes wide looking for the danger, his eyes landed on you and the situation you were in, rage, that is what he felt, coursing through his veins, something in his big brown eyes darkened, his oura shifted, pure and utter rage*
*Buckys arm shot outwards. Grabbing your attacker by the front of his shirt, walking him backwards, away from you* "bucky..." *your tone was shaky, nervous. Your eyes were full of worry, because you knew what he was capable of. It worried you a little, you didnt know what he'd do* "Bucky I'm fine see I'm fine"
*your shaken up tone only seemed to anger him more. His anger was not targeted towards you, never at you. It made him even more furious towards the son of a bitch who caused that shakiness*
"Pieces of shit like you dont deserve the fucking freedom to walk the streets"
*his right hand lifted, grabbing him by the back of the neck* *he lifted his metal arm slamming into the other man's chest, forcing him to the ground* *the attacker screamed in agony, the impact had either dislocated or boke his shoulder, bucky didnt care* "do you think you have the right to touch and hurt whoever you want?!"
*the attacker looked afraid, that was something that seemed to please the super soilder. The attacker made no move to get up. Of course he had a friend, another guy who tried to come up behind bucky* *the super soilder turned sharply throwing two punches, one punch hit connecting with the man's stomach, the other hit his chest. The soilder turned, round kicking the man, causing him to fly backwards into one of the walls. He stood there, scanning your surrounding area, people looked at him some in fear. Shock, and awe. When he realizes there is no more danger, his eyes landed on you, he steps forward, but before he could reach you, you were already coming to him*
*his arms reached out, wrapping around your upper back, pulling you in close* "I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner, I'm sorry" *his tone was so much softer, calm, gentle, then the one he used with your attacker* "come on, we're going" *he kept you close, bringing you to his side, leading you away from the chaotic scene*
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*the drive home was quiet for the most part, yet again a comfortable silence surrounded them. When the arrived back at the compound, bucky parked the car, got out, he came around to your side, opening your door, offering his hand to you* *you took it, stepping out of the car, you held his hand just a little tighter, and his hand seemed to squeeze just a little, neither wanting to let go of the other*
*bucky took you back to the main living floor, into the living room, where he brought you to the couch, sitting you down* "i- i'm still sorry, I should've known, I should've been with you" *he glanced down at his hands, sitting beside of you* "im just s-" *you cut him off, pleacing a hand over his own* "Bucky...shut up. I know you are.... and you shouldn't be, you didnt know, but you came to me, and you protected me. So please stop apologizing, because im not sorry. I'm glad- I'm glad it happened, kinda of, I mean I wish it wouldn't had, but it did, and I'm kinda okay with it because it made me realize... that i- bucky today made me realize just how much I want something, something i dont even know if I can even have or not, im owrried itll screw up a good thing, a friendship, whatever it is we have...but right now I'm willing to take that risk"
*bucky seemed to be on the same path as you were. Because his hand moved, taking yours into his own, his eyes trailed from yours, down to your lips, his gaze lingering before he looked back up into your eyes again. Lightly licking his bottom lip in contemplation* "im willing to take that risk too" *he leaned in a little, as you leaned in too, eyes closing, alowly meeting in a slow passionate well deserved kiss. You were sure you could see fireworks behind your eyelids*
18+ MDNI y/n x bucky barnes. (Longer than I intended) ((I didn't proof reader, ao I very sorry if this sucks ass))
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bucky finds you at a bar, being not so lightly hit on, by a man that just won't take no for an answer, bucky looses his shit, and you get to see a little taste of the winter soldier, you'd always been attracted to the ex assassin, but when you see the way he defends you, that feeling only deepens.
(I guess it's safe to say that he's your knight in shining ✨️ARMor✨️)
Today had not gone as planned, you tried your hardest to be buckys friend, or at least someone he could tolerate, you two didn't get along all that well, both stubborn, hardheaded as all hell, constantly bickering, yelena liked to describe it as a "love hate thing going on" but maybe she was right, because right now you hated him.
It started off simple, you wanted to do something, so you asked yelena if she wanted to hang out, she would've but she had "Business to attend to" whatever that meant, you really didn't want to know.
You asked Wanda, but apparently she had a and you quote "hot date" which meant she'd be occupied with vision.
So you went to steve. You were pretty sure he'd be up to do something "steve, my favorite million year old super soldier" *you'd always poke fun at their age, he didn't seem to mind* "you wanna go check out that Japanese restaurant I told you about?, I need to get out if this place, I'm convinced I just might die if I dont" *you laughed a little*
Steve glanced up from his phone, a little amused smile on his face* "being dramatic again i see?" *he said fondly, glancing to his device* "I sorry, i would y/n, but I've got a meeting, but maybe you should bucky? He'd probably go" *you gave a slightly disappointed look, listening to him you sighed at the ask bucky part* "I dunno i think I'd rather stay in honestly" *Steve pocketed his phone, looking at you* "listen, I knowctou two don't really see eye to eye, but you should at least try, you work together, you need to be able to get along for more than five seconds. I'm not asking you to be his bestfriend, but I am saying you should try to get along with him, besides he might enjoy being included" *he gave you a gentle arm pat* "try? Come on I have, plenty of times, he doesn't like me, actually I think he kind of hates me, but I do like to iritate him, so maybe I'll take you up on that" *you said, lightly amused* *Steve shook his head* "I doubt he hates you, bucky is just...difficult. Just try and give him a chance, hes not all bad once you get to know him you know. *he said before wlaking away, leaving you alone*
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*you thought about it for a while, asking bucky to hang out with you, you debated it, contemplated it. But eventually you said "fuck it. It can't hurt. Worst he can do is say no. Right?" *you walked around a bit, looking for the other super soilder, when it dawned on you, he'd probably be in the gym, you've found him there plenty of times, so you made your way to where to hoped he'd be. Pushing open the big doors walking in, it seemed your suspensions had been correct, because there he was, in an old blue tanktop and baggy pants that of course looked good on him, his strong hands grasping onto a metal bar, pulling himself up, you stood there, watching him for a few long minutes, eyes trained onto the man before you, you could watch him do this all day, but of course your little show was cut short, as was your mini conversation that you'd been having with yourself in your own head, when buckys words came flooding in, disrupting your not so PG thought process* "huh?.." *you mumbled sounding as dumb as a doornail*
*bucky pulled himself over the bar, holding his position for a few long moments before lowering* "are you just going to stand there all day or did you need something?" *he sounded irritated, when didn't he?"
*you had been momentarily content, until he opened his mouth, you rolled your eyes crossing your arms* "aren't you a ray of sunshine" *sarcasm laced in your tone* "whatever anyways yeah I do need something, I'm bored, I've been cooped up in this place for weeks, everyone is busy and I dont want to go out alone, not that I mind, its just more fun with someone" *you said looking at him* "so, do you want to join me?"
*bucky raised a brow, dropping from the bar, grabbing a rag and wiping the back of his neck* "let me guess, you asked everyone else and they said no, so you're here asking me because you have No one else?, gee I'm flattered " *sarcam dripped from his tone* "something tells me id have more fun where I am right here then in whatever God awful place you want to drag me too"
*you gave him one of the most sarcastic eye rolls that you could muster, dragging it out too, to show your utter annoyance towards the man* "you're an asshole you know that?, I feel like you're so miserable you want to make everyone else feel miserable too. Excuse me for trying to be nice and include you, Mr 'i dont like fun because I'm old and boring' I can easily go out and find someone else to have fun with" *you turned on your heel, walking back out through the large swinging doors, muttering a string of insults under your breath, as you made your way down the hall* "Wait!" *you hear from behind you, bucky, it was buckys voice you heard, which surprised you* "ill go with you" *he said, following after, he wouldn't dare let it be known that he felt the need to keep you safe, watch over you, he'd let you believe it was because of what you had said* "let me change, and I'll come" *he said, heading off towards his room, which was about two floors above where you both were now, you gave a soft satisfied smile, and nodded, heading your own way, you went to your room. Looking for something to change into, a pair of light, washed jeans. You threw on a black Metallica shirt. Something you probably stole from tony, you slid on a pair of shoes, before grabbing a jacket, your wallet and your other needed items. Before heading back out, you met bucky in the main living room, where most of you all congregate, you head towards the elevator just as bucky is coming into site, you click the button. Waiting for the doors to open. Stepping in just as bucky reached you, you glanced towards him. Clearing your throat lightly. Giving him a once over, a nice fitting blue shirt, a pair of black jeans. And black boots. His hair had been combed a bit, but still messy in the way you liked to see, anther thing you wouldn't admit* "you clean up well" *you said glancing away, pushing the first floor button, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence until you reached your floor, the doors opened, the two of you stepping out together* "where are we going anyway?" *bucky spoke, looking around as you stepped outside, following your lead* "hello?" *looked at you, rolling his own eyes this time when you wouldn't answer him* "anywhere but here" *you said, leading him to one of the many nice, all too expensive cars that were parked perfectly in a line* "let's see...." *you took your keys out of your coat pocket, clicking the button, a nice pretty old black car beeped* "isn't that- isn't all of these Tony's? How'd you get those?" *he pointed to the keys* "he owed me, I wanted free reign to whatever car I want to drive, whenever I want to, Tony gave me the keys, a key to each one. He really owed me" *you said, leading bucky towards the car. Opening the door, you slide into the car, putting the keys in the ignition, as bucky climbed into the car, you turned the key, the engine roaring to life, purring beautifully* "doesn't that just excite you?" *you looked over to bucky, you hooked your seatbelt, before turning, looking ahead, you put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking space. God you loved these cars, before bucky even knew it you threw her into drive, before speeding forward, down he long driveway, and onto a small back road. Bucky latched his seatbelt like a madman, he had survived russian enslavement, he bedamned if your driving is what kills him* "you wanna slow down?!" *he yelled over the sound of the roaring engine and wind flooding in through through the windows* "No not really!" *you yelled back, amused, you were enjoying yourself*
*it didnt take too ling for you to arrive in the city. You drove though the downtown area. Looking around* "hmhn" *you pull into a parking space, turning the engine off, you open the door, stepping out, looking around you breath in the fresh crisp fall air, turning your gaze to bucky who had just stepped out, and was looking around, he followed your lead, the two of you walking down the sidewalk, taking in the sites* "we could go to a bar?, I wouldn't mind a drink" *you said. Looking towards him*
*bucky thought about it for a moment, putting his hands in his pockets, flashing a slight grin, he shrugged, nodding in agreementto her words* "screw it, yeah me too. I could go for a bite too" *he followed you, as you lead him into a cozy dect sized bar and grill. There were people but not too many. She glanced around pointing over to a table, heading over to it, she sat down, watching as bucky did the same*
*it wasn't long after you ordered, you got your food. Your waitress came back, and asked you what drinks you both prefer, bucky went for something hard, whiskey in the rocks, when you were asked what youd like to have, you looked at the waitress, you thought momentarily* "a white Russian please" *you slowly looked at bucky giving him a look, glancing him over, before looking away, picking up a French fry eating it, Something about being here with bucky, having lunch and drinks, felt good, it felt right. You were content and enjoying yourself, well you were until the waitress came back. Placing your drinks down in front of you, and placing buckys down kn front of him, her smile and eyes lingering on him for longer then you liked* "if you need anything at all, by all means just ask" *she used 'That' tone with bucky, before turning and walking away* *you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it shouldn't had bothered you, but it didn't, especially since he had the audacity to watch her walk away. Why did it bother you? He wasn't your boyfriend he had all right to do as he pleased, god it bothered you to your core* "Jesus christ" *you picked up your drink, binging the glass to your lips, throwing it back. You stood up* "I'm getting another drink" *you said. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to the bar, placing the glass down* "ill take a jacket on the rocks, please" *you said to the woman behind the bar*
*you thanked her, taking the glass, just as you were about to take a sip, you were disturbed, you glanced over partly hoping it was bucky, but no of course it wasn't, it was a man, mid thirties, beared, dirty looking. He pleacwd his hand on your waist, clearly confident in this moment* "a pretty thing like you over here by yourself drinking your sorrows away?, I'll tell you what, I'll buy you another round then you and me can head back to my place for some real fun"
*you could feel yourself internally gagging. Men like this repulsed you to your core. You placed your drink back down. Beforevyou reached down, grabbing his wrist and jerking his hand off of you* "did your mother forget to teach you hands to your fucking self" *your tone was like acid in his face, your nails had dug into his skin, you had no tolerance towards cocky entitled little boys who tried to call themselves a man* "you can fuck off now thank you, the only thing you are gonna be taking home tonight is a black eye and a broken nose.If you touch me again"
*that must've been the wrong thing to say, the man's face went red with anger, that sure as hell wasn't flattering, his persona shifted, thr drink he held in his hand he threw back quickly. Slamming the glass down onto the bars surface. he walked forward, crowding you, his hand reached out, grasping you tightly and firmly by the hair, pain shot through your head. He was going to further harm you, that was clear. You didnt even register what you said next, until it came out* "Bucky!" *you confused yourself, you could handle this, you could. It would take absolutely nothing for you, to put this man on his ass. But that's not what happend, you called out for bucky, and he heard you. He heard your scared voice, he stood up, turning and rushing forward into your direction, shoving past people, he was on high alert, eyes wide looking for the danger, his eyes landed on you and the situation you were in, rage, that is what he felt, coursing through his veins, something in his big brown eyes darkened, his oura shifted, pure and utter rage*
*Buckys arm shot outwards. Grabbing your attacker by the front of his shirt, walking him backwards, away from you* "bucky..." *your tone was shaky, nervous. Your eyes were full of worry, because you knew what he was capable of. It worried you a little, you didnt know what he'd do* "Bucky I'm fine see I'm fine"
*your shaken up tone only seemed to anger him more. His anger was not targeted towards you, never at you. It made him even more furious towards the son of a bitch who caused that shakiness*
"Pieces of shit like you dont deserve the fucking freedom to walk the streets"
*his right hand lifted, grabbing him by the back of the neck* *he lifted his metal arm slamming into the other man's chest, forcing him to the ground* *the attacker screamed in agony, the impact had either dislocated or boke his shoulder, bucky didnt care* "do you think you have the right to touch and hurt whoever you want?!"
*the attacker looked afraid, that was something that seemed to please the super soilder. The attacker made no move to get up. Of course he had a friend, another guy who tried to come up behind bucky* *the super soilder turned sharply throwing two punches, one punch hit connecting with the man's stomach, the other hit his chest. The soilder turned, round kicking the man, causing him to fly backwards into one of the walls. He stood there, scanning your surrounding area, people looked at him some in fear. Shock, and awe. When he realizes there is no more danger, his eyes landed on you, he steps forward, but before he could reach you, you were already coming to him*
*his arms reached out, wrapping around your upper back, pulling you in close* "I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner, I'm sorry" *his tone was so much softer, calm, gentle, then the one he used with your attacker* "come on, we're going" *he kept you close, bringing you to his side, leading you away from the chaotic scene*
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*the drive home was quiet for the most part, yet again a comfortable silence surrounded them. When the arrived back at the compound, bucky parked the car, got out, he came around to your side, opening your door, offering his hand to you* *you took it, stepping out of the car, you held his hand just a little tighter, and his hand seemed to squeeze just a little, neither wanting to let go of the other*
*bucky took you back to the main living floor, into the living room, where he brought you to the couch, sitting you down* "i- i'm still sorry, I should've known, I should've been with you" *he glanced down at his hands, sitting beside of you* "im just s-" *you cut him off, pleacing a hand over his own* "Bucky...shut up. I know you are.... and you shouldn't be, you didnt know, but you came to me, and you protected me. So please stop apologizing, because im not sorry. I'm glad- I'm glad it happened, kinda of, I mean I wish it wouldn't had, but it did, and I'm kinda okay with it because it made me realize... that i- bucky today made me realize just how much I want something, something i dont even know if I can even have or not, im owrried itll screw up a good thing, a friendship, whatever it is we have...but right now I'm willing to take that risk"
*bucky seemed to be on the same path as you were. Because his hand moved, taking yours into his own, his eyes trailed from yours, down to your lips, his gaze lingering before he looked back up into your eyes again. Lightly licking his bottom lip in contemplation* "im willing to take that risk too" *he leaned in a little, as you leaned in too, eyes closing, alowly meeting in a slow passionate well deserved kiss. You were sure you could see fireworks behind your eyelids*
He's protective, that is more of an understatement for what the winter soilder is towards you. He's watchful, eyes always on you, or scanning his periminal vision, which you're always in, he makes damn sure of that.
Hes always near, not always necessarily close, but never far behind. You feel him, his dark brown eyes watching your every move, His strong dominating presence lingering in your space. The sound of his arm's metal plates shifting from time to time, a sound that once left you on edge, now comforted you.
You didn't fear him, which was something that confused the man, anybody in their right mind would've been afraid, but you? No, Sure you had been on edge around him at first, nervous, cautious, curious, even fascinated, but never afraid. There wasn't much that could leave the winter soldier shocked, or confused, but that? That left him dumbfounded, he didn't understand it, something about the way you treated him, it drew him in, it was almost compelling, to the point where he made it his own personal mission to keep you safe.
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