What's happens at the cookout stays at the cookout
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/34023550
Bucky Barnes is enjoying watching Sam Wilson being praised at a Delacriox Cookout that he totally didn't show up late too- and Sarah decided to join him and poke her fun.
Words: 1204, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, bucky/sarah mentioned, or like - Relationship, teased - Relationship
Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Jealousy, Bi Bucky Barnes, the wilsons r just pretty, Fluff and Humor, look it's cute i'll finish it tomorrow i swear, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, sarah wilson is everyone's fav am i wrong
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/34023550
When Margo was told that her Ada was finally free of the hold HYDRA held on him, she had actually cried. She never would have expected that there would come a time that she would ever get to see him again, let alone see him as someone who’d been free from their grasp. The guilt still ate at her most days that she hadn’t believed her gut in the first place. Had she told her Dad her theory right away, they might have gotten to him sooner. Instead, she’d been manipulated into believing that it was just a case of wishful thinking. Margo still wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive SHIELD for issuing her a therapist that secretly worked for the organization that tormented her for so long. More importantly, she wasn’t sure she’d forgive herself for not noticing.
Still, Margo had been staying in a little place on the outskirts of the major part of the city. While she was still a minor, and technically a ward of the royal family, she was self sufficient and independent enough to manage her own place, and given the fact her Ada was going to need a place to heal, it had been decided that once he was freed, they would stay together. Margo, for her part, was infinitely grateful that they weren’t being separated any further than they already had been. Even though she was almost certain he didn’t remember her, he was still her Ada, and she was still glad that he was going to be close by.
When he finally arrived, Margo had opened the door with a warm, welcoming smile. He might not remember her, but she remembered him, and for now, that was enough. At the very least, he’d been informed that she was there because Steve asked for her to be, and she hoped that was enough for him to at least put some trust in her.
“Hi,” she greeted warmly, before adding, “I’m Margo, well Margaret but no one ever calls me that. Here, why don’t you come inside.”
#( thread | bucky. ) #( @fatedtragedie ) #( v; a light that never goes out. )
( a lot of you guys have requested shang-chi and sadly, i was grounded and I didn't get to see it in theaters but don't worry, i shall use illegal websites )
warnings: some bad language, fights, john (gross), blood
word count: 968
requested: nope, just felt like getting back in the groove
summary: during the fight with john for the shield, bucky gets worried about you and your ability to handle yourself. turns out, you can do just fine.
(takes place during falcon and the winter soldier)
Ever since John Mother-fucking Walker talked to Bucky on the car and eyed you up, he was on his shit list. I mean, he already was but he just amplified it, like times 5. Now, every time John talks to you, he seems to think that he has the right to look at you like a piece of meat in a corner store he walked past on the way there. If Bucky wasn't in therapy, he would pull another winter solider and blast that ass to the moon and let Steve deal with him.
The first time John verbally hit on you, you gagged. Sam looked at Bucky and had to literally hold him back from beating the last living breath out of John.
The feeling escalated and the more crazier John got. Like, beating a guy to death with the shield in front of millions of people. That was the last straw. You guys were gonna get that shield back.
The fight wasn't even a fight at all at first. The two were trying to talk some sense into john but he wasn't budging. That's when it got physical. John started it and was cheating for a hot minute.
You just stayed on sidelines and let the two do their jobs. That was until the shield literally slid right to your feet. You remembered the first time Steve had let you throw his shield and how empowering it felt. You picked it up and saw John, nose dripping with blood, coming your way. Bucky grabbed his leg and pulled him down. "Leave her out of this, Walker!" He yelled and proceeded to punch him in the face with his metal arm. It didn't seem to faze John much and after almost throwing Bucky across the room, he stalked towards you. "Come on, y/n, you're a pretty, smart, girl. Give it to me." You looked down at the shield and at him. "Over my dead body." You scoffed. He raised his eyebrows in anger. "You're choice. We've could've been a power couple." He ran at you and made a move to punch you in the face but you ducked it and slid your leg out under his, knocking him off his balance. You proceeded to block a majority of his punches. You'd admit, he did get a good few. Your brain then clicked back into your red room training. Where you were born to kill. With nothing but your hands. "You should never learn to mess with an assassins with a kill count of 609." You ran over to him and jumped on his head, doing the infamous Natasha thigh take down. He managed to loosen up his leg and kicked you clear across the room. Bucky shot up and ran to go beat him up but Sam stopped him. "Hold on, i have a feeling she's gonna win."
You did the super hero pose and when john came running to you, you took the shield and chucked it at him sending him flying backwards. You ran after him and grabbed the shield out of the wall. He picked up a pipe and swung it at you. You, of course, saw that coming and grabbed the pipe and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He proceeded to, while down, grab a knife bucky dropped and cut your cheek open. You turned to him, placing your hand on your cheek and staining your hand with the blood, and smirked at him. "Oh John, that was terrible." He got up and continued fighting with you, even though it was very clear he was loosing. Bucky and Sam were watching from the sides. "Looking strong John!" Bucky called out, smirking at him.
John, for some odd reason, had managed to get the upper hand on you and had his hands on your throat, chocking you. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his nose into the back of your head. He screamed and stopped chocking you to hold his bleeding nose. You grabbed his hair again and slammed his head into the concrete not once, or twice, but three times.
Sam walked over and put his hand on his neck. "Still has a pulse, surprisingly." You scoffed, while rubbing your injured neck and wiping your bloodied nose. "Wish he wasn't." Bucky walked over, well more like ran over, and did the infamous check up he always did to you after every battle. "Are you ok? That was so badass! Where did you learn to fight like that?" You looked up at him. "The red room. Me and Natasha were actually there around the same time and we escaped together." Bucky smiled. "My doll is a badass." You smirked. "You know, shield considers me more dangerous than Natasha. It's mostly because i won't hesitate to kill. I'm surprised I didn't kill him." You picked up the shield and the three of you walked out. You stopped for a second to turn to look at John. You smirked and flung some of your nose blood at him. "Go to hell, Walker."
a/n: i actually love this one omg. ok, i'm gonna update more frequently now :)
#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction
pairings: bucky barnes x reader, one mention of sam wilson
warnings: very fluffy you have no idea
about: domestic fluff with bucky barnes or: prompt y/n buying bucky something unrequested because it made y/n think of him.
a/n: stop i actually really like this, i had bad writers block so i just went to a prompt generator and wrote this
the bags in your hand gently knock against the door of your apartment, the other reusable bags gathered at your feet to let your other hand search for the keys inside your bag. you frown when you can’t find them, turning a bit to dig further inside and leaning your weight against the door. the knob suddenly turns, and you nearly fall when your boyfriend opens the door, but instead, your favorite super-soldier lets you sink into his chest rather than stand there to watch you pummel to the floor.
“doll?” he asks in confusion, looking down at you.
“um, hi, honey,” you greet awkwardly, sprawling your fingers on his chest to push yourself, standing up again to peck bucky’s lips.
“couldn’t find your keys again?” he teases, gently taking the bags from you, although you argue for a second.
“yes,” you grumble, watching as he bends down to collect the bags on the ground. the memory of you struggling to carry all the bags to the car briefly passing through your mind while you observe him effortlessly bringing them to the kitchen. “see, groceries would be a lot easier if i could carry all the bags like they were just a couple of tissues,” you complain, closing the door behind him. “‘told you to wait for me to go,” he reminds, setting everything down on the table and beginning to unpack. “you left the keys on the counter, by the way.”
you look at the counter to find he’s right, exhaling a short breath of annoyance when you realize it’s the third time you’ve forgotten. “another reason to take me with you,” he shrugs, and you breathe out a laugh, “why are you so insistent on going grocery shopping with me? you need to rest after missions like you insist i do. besides, it’s not as fun as you seem to think it is.”
you stand next to him, folding all the bags that are empty. “everything’s fun with you,” he winks, and you bump his hip with yours, a smile on your lips. “so cheesy, mister barnes,” you say, turning to look at him.
“only for you, doll,” he chuckles, handing you another bag. “so how was the store?”
you shrug, “boring. how was the mission?” he hums, putting away the fridge items while you stare at him from the pantry.
“easy. you cleaned up the base for us.”
you smirk, “‘s what i do.” he meets you at the kitchen table, pressing a proud kiss to your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly, twirling one of the loose strands from his bun with your finger. your nail drags on his jaw when you pull away, collecting the heat from his blushing skin. cute. “wanna watch a movie later?” you cock your head at him, grinning when he kisses your nose.
“sam picks today.”
your eyebrows furrow, “sam? is he coming over?” you look at the table, satisfied to find it clean and void of grocery bags.
bucky shakes his head, “no, he just keeps annoying me about this movie i’ve never heard of.”
“ah,” you nod slowly, already knowing what movie he’s talking about, “you really wanna watch mean girls?”
bucky’s shoulders raise cluelessly, “i don’t even know what it’s about.”
you chuckle, guiding your fingers to thread through his vibranium ones, heading to the couch as he trails along when you spot one more bag. “oh! one more thing,” you squeeze his fingers, reaching into the bag to pull out what you bought. “i saw this and remembered how you keep borrowing these because you hate your hair falling into your eyes, and while i really don’t mind, wan and nat kind of do, so i bought you some,” you smile, handing bucky the package of colorful hair ties you picked out for him. “also, you have like, two henleys left since i keep stealing them, so i got you some more.” you motion to the bag, which contains a few henleys in neutral colors. “but, i will probably steal those, too, after you wear them and they smell like you,” you beam, “just to warn you.”
bucky still hasn’t said anything, staring at the hair ties you gave him- bought for him. specifically for him. just because you saw them and thought of him and remembered something about him. his eyes flicker to the bag, and he remembers the way his henleys hung off of your shoulders, the crinkle of your eyes as you tell him they smell like him.
“oh, i almost forgot,” you tap your free palm against your forehead, turning to the kitchen, oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside bucky’s mind, “i got fresh plums for you since i know you really like them. they’re in the fruit container thing steve got for us-- which, by the way, i am one-hundred percent sure is not a fruit container--” bucky suddenly cuts you off, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“thank you,” he murmurs, recognizing the warm comforts of your arms as they wrap around his back.
“oh- yeah. it was no problem,” you laugh softly, before settling your cheek on his chest, rubbing your nose on the shirt that smells like a mix of you and him.
your knowledge about the plums-- something he hadn’t even told you, you’d just cared enough to notice- is what makes him shut his eyes as he drinks everything in, the hair ties in his favorite color settled in his hand, the henleys that he can’t wait for you to take again, the little notebook you got him a couple of months before because you had observed he had filled his last one up-- it wraps around him akin to your softness, assuring him that you actually love him, that you pay attention to him and think about him even when he isn’t there.
the tears that gather in his eyes make him pull you closer and kiss your forehead, and although it shouldn’t be, it’s a surprising realization that he’s happy. and maybe he deserves it, too.
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With Bucky Barnes / Sebastian Stan, I’m definitely crushing on the character and how the actor relates to his roles. I think he’s attractive, but so is everyone on the screen, to the point where this didn’t register immediately. His look also shifts pretty dramatically between roles.
I like the persona of this actor because he seems kind of shy and occasionally awkward, while also being a performer who displays a hilariously goofy sense of humor in his videos. I like that he’s able to explore and express aspects of characters and emotions through acting, to see it as a craft, but also still be dealing with occasional self-consciousness. I also like the idea of going where you feel slightly uncomfortable, taking on characters that fascinate and scare you a little bit.
There’s also a comfortability in the physicality of the role, kind of delighting in movement, that’s fun to watch, whether it’s a swagger or a full on fight scene, or quick flickers of emotion. There’s a vulnerability that’s honest, and a versatility.
The genius of the Marvel franchise is these long arcs -- after watching The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, I went back and watched the Captain American movies with more interest because of this character. I definitely don’t relate to being a deadly, brain-washed assassin, but it’s hard not to feel connected to the strangeness of trying to adapt to a culture and time that’s not your own, the absurdity of trying to date, etc. (What do you do, once your life is finally your own?)
Is it weird that we as fellow human beings recognize or sympathize with the small awkwardnesses and vulnerabilities in others? I think it’s because none of us are cool and confident all of the time. He seems like a normal, talented, and lucky dude who’s sometimes messy, and whose work I’m interested in following. Okay, and the abs don’t hurt. ;)
Theory: Sometimes your obsessions point to some unrealized aspect of yourself, something to develop or grow. What are you hungry for? [Going for it, even if you’re a little scared sometimes? It’s okay to be introverted yet have a performative side?]
Undying (especially of an emotion) lasting forever.
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#captain america#marvel #the winter soldier #stevebucky#catws#my art #this came to me as I was doing the dishes lol #I'm sorry I haven't been posting much art lately Idk I was honestly terrified I went into another long lasting art block ;; #at least by posting this I think it won't last a lot but I'm not trying to push myself too hard abt it #anyways steve and bucky love eachother even if marvel and disney try to separate them so fuck them #their love prevails and always will
When I read Bucky call Zemo 'Helli' my heart almost stopped. I had to do that thing where you get up and pace around, I was so shook in the best way. I know ppl really like 'doll' as a pet name and so do I but nothing beats using an abbreviated name affectionately imo. Especially since Helmut is already like a special thing since Zemo never uses his first name anyway so Bucky softening that is just fhjvbmnnjk
Such an amazing fic, highest of recommends. Hands down my favorite winterbaron au.
hey hm thinking about posting a domestic bucky fic today in a few minutes... hm what do we think about me posting a day (really a few hours but.) early???
#have been having trouble picking which fic to post #really liking the ones i have lined up #i have halloween fics alr ready!! #for bucky and loki #requests for peter are open but i don't have an idea for him yet
Barnes' miscommunication | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader
Summary: Bucky was an idiot, and he tend to push away things he loved, and that included you. When he hurt you, he didn’t realise his apology would be too late. He didn’t know about your past with hydra, which made the situation, worse.
A/N: A lot to write, I couldn’t find a good way to summarise this fic… you’ll just have to read it. There are -- read more-breaks for the story because it is so long.
Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Enjoy <33
You were never one to talk; even before you were kidnapped by Hydra, you still didn't really speak. You were quiet and reserved; being an ex-hydra assassin just solidified your personality. There was a lot to know about you, but you never really shared anything about yourself when it came to it. Everyone knew you as Y/n Stark, 'the daughter of Tony and Pepper Stark' and the girl kidnapped when she was five, found by the avengers later in life.
You worked through a lot of things. The therapy Tony and Pepper signed you into helped with the nightmares, but that was about it. But even still, you weren't entirely there; if people didn't know you, your first impression was always coming off as rude and inconsiderate. And you supposed that after all your years working for Hydra, you probably were. You were very much closed off until you met Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes, an ex-hydra assassin, was welcomed into the team just over a year and a half ago. Your dad agreed to the idea because he thought it might be nice for you to have someone else. One who had something in common with you other, both Natasha and Wanda.
Meeting Bucky was all to be expected; you both got along well, but never once had you shared something about your personal life. You were closed off, and although you and Bucky were civil. He, too, was the same. It was like two peas in a pod.
Over time, it became a love-hate relationship; you'd try your best to be on good terms with Bucky, but over time it felt like he had something against you. You and Bucky were at constant war with each other, and you didn't know what you did for him to hate you so much, or so you thought. You thought that maybe if you tried to tell him that you were an ex-hydra yourself, that may be the pair of you could bond a bit more. But your attempts to do so turned out in failure.
A simple smile would turn into Bucky turning his head away. A good morning, Bucky would walk away. There were definitely good days where he would talk to you, but it wouldn't last long. You guys just didn't really click anymore, and it had been over a year and a half since he had arrived.
Then, not too long ago, Bucky started playing pranks around the compound with Sam. It was their thing. One day when you were about to go on a mission with Nat and Steve, Bucky had accidentally hidden all of your mission weapons, thinking they were Nat's. So you, too, joined in on the fun; two could play at that game, Ex-hydra assassin vs Ex-hydra assassin.
Slowly, you began pranking him back, shaving cream in his boots, salt in his tea or replacing his daggers with dummy knives, just to name a few.
Bucky knew it was you, and he was finding this game pretty fun. There was never a malicious intent behind the minor pranks the both of you played on each other. This quickly became your thing with him and was the reason you two became close again. Spending more time together than usual, you'd spend nights watching films with him, playing board games or even chatting until the earlier hours of the morning. He'd find it weird that you'd be the only one up sometimes, but he never questions it.
It was odd; you were slowly but surely falling in love with Bucky Barnes. You didn't know why or how it happened, but that love for him was there. He made you feel something you had been missing for most of your life.
Bucky, too developed a love for you. He, too, didn't know where it began or how it happened, but he knew that after all his years of not having anyone, he wanted you. Now I suppose when you put two and two together, it's not hard to know that you and Bucky had a thing for each other; the whole team knew it. Your dad knew it too. However, it never went anywhere; You were just as awkward as each other.
Leading to a few nights ago.
There were three hydra missions scheduled in the week; you and Bucky had been assigned to one of the three. When he came back from his mission that day, he was drained and distraught. You went to welcome him home, but he walked right past you and up to his room.
Steve said something about Bucky seeing where they had tortured him for decades, the memories had got to him, and you understood. Steve thought you might be the best to comfort him, but Bucky still had no idea that you had worked for Hydra before, but you never shy away from the fact that you did. If someone asked, you would tell them. Which still confuses you, the fact that it never came up over the year you've known him. You thought surely someone would say something to him if you hadn't.
The only genuine person who ever understood your pain was Wanda. Both you and she were hydra experiments at the same time. You, her and Pietro. Escaping together because of Ultron, and that's how your dad found you. When Pietro died, it was like you were losing a brother. So you stuck by Wanda; she promised to protect you as you would in return. She was the only one to actually understand what you were going through.
Before the hydra mission, he promised that he'd have dinner with you. Something the pair of you had been doing for quite a while now. So here you were, keeping that promise. You stood outside Bucky's door, softly knocking. You had his dinner that you made in your hand, waiting for him to answer. When Bucky didn't answer, you carefully opened the door just a tiny bit to see him sitting at the end of his bed, gripping the sheets tight in his hand.
His little run-in at the Hydra base triggered something in him. It got under his skin, and he was furious. But you knew that; you sensed it as soon as you walked in the door, and little did he know, you could see what had happened. A soft frown appeared on your face as you walked closer, sitting just a bit away from him at the edge of his bed. "Buck? I made dinner," You called; he didn't answer, just sat there breathing heavily.
"Y/n go away," he warned.
Head tilted, you weren't having any of it. Out of anyone besides Wanda, you knew just how bad Hydra could get, and you didn't want him to be alone. "Bucky, I'm not going anywhere, you promised me dinner, and I made it especially for you." You softly spoke, taking a seat next to him.
He turned to you, looking you up and down. Laying a supporting hand on his back, you leaned down a bit to see his face. "You need someone; Steve told me what happened, and he thought I may be the best to--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he snapped.
"Best to what, y/n? Understand me? NON of you understand me…" he growled. Sitting back a bit, you were stunned; you didn't know where this was coming from. "Bucky… I do understand. I've been trying to tell you for so long that I was-"
"NO y/n, you don't understand anything, you don't understand me, nobody does!" He yelled at you. You weren't scared; you were sad. You had never done anything for him to be this way to you, yet, here he was.
It hurt you to see him like this. "Bucky, please… I just."
"Get out! GET OUT OF MY ROOM; I hate you." Bucky turned, the words seething through his teeth. Your bottom lip quivered as you stood looking directly at him.
"You don't mean that.."
"I really thought that we were okay… I thought that-"
Bucky stood in front of you, your head looking up at him, "I SAID GET OUT Y/N." he pointed to the door.
A tear shed your face, setting the food down on the bed. You held in your whimpers, "W-well, at least eat. I made it just for you." You almost whispered to him. He watched as you walked away; he didn't realise what he had done. Shutting the door on the way out, you cried back to your quarters. Wanda caught you just in time, that sisterly sense she had when you were down. She sat with you all night while you told her what Bucky had said. You felt so stupid.
In the morning,
Bucky had awoken on his floor; getting up, he noticed the food sitting on his bed. Bucky couldn't remember much last night, only that he came home from the mission, and that was about it. He smiled upon seeing the wrapped food; you had written a note on it. The message you had stuck on it before you walked into his room last night because you thought he may have been in the showers.
"Because I know you like sushi, enjoy! :)"
Slipping on a shirt, Bucky collected the plate of food in his arm with a big smile on his face. Walking out and down the hall to your room, just as he was about to knock on the door. Wanda came storming down from the corridor.
"You son of a bitch!", she yelled slapping Bucky's face. The sushi you made, Bucky slipped from his hands, falling onto the floor in between Wanda and him. His mouth agape, he looked stunned. "If you are looking for Y/n, she's gone on her mission." she huffed out. Wanda gave him a nasty look before walking off. He turned quickly, running off to find Wanda. "Wanda? Wanda-" he stopped when he saw her in the kitchen.
"What do you want, Barnes!"
“I want to understand why you slapped me… What did I do? d-did something happen last night?" he asked. Wanda snapped her head in his direction, "Did you do something? Of course, you did!" She yelled. Bucky came closer to her, "I did? I seriously don't remember." he raised his hands up in defence. "I don't…" he hesitantly repeated.
"Well, this might help you!" Wanda brought her hands up, filling Bucky's mind with the memories of last night. It only took a few seconds for Bucky to fall onto his ass. He was speechless; he put his head into his hands. Wanda kneeled down, "What has she ever done to you?" she questions.
"Nothing Wanda… nothing… I don't even remember anything past coming home." He sighed. "I don't give a shit if you don't remember. Make it up to y/n! She loves you, for God sake, and this is how you treat her!" Wanda ranted mindlessly. "S-she loves me?" Bucky looked up and questioned.
Wanda gave him a shit-eating look, "Of course she loves you; everyone knows this!" She sighed, getting up. His face brightened, "I love her too, Wanda!" He spoke. He hadn't said this to anyone until this very moment, but he did love you. This was the reason; it was his fault for your rocky relationship with him. He was scared to love you, thinking you wouldn't love him in return.
Wanda turned around, shocked, "Then why tell the girl you love that you hated her." Bucky didn't know; he tried so hard to remember, "I got worked up over the mission yesterday, I set myself on auto-pilot. I'll make it up to her, I promise." He got up, trying to think about how to make it up to you.
"Bucky. I'm not in a forgiving mood right now. But just know, she has been through a lot, and you're the only one in this building which still doesn't know that. The best thing you can do is listen to her." She spoke before angrily taking her bowl of grapes with her out into the living room where Vision was.
Before the mission,
"Alright, it is a short but stealthy mission. Y/n, Steve, Nat and Clint, you'll be navigating this one." Fury spoke.
"There is intel that there could be valuable information on Hydra hard drives. We need you to extract them and burn any remaining evidence." He spoke again, everyone agreed, looking through the files. Nat had rested a firm hand on yours, "are you sure you're up for this?" She asked. You simply smiled, confirming her question with a nod.
Everyone in the room with you knew your history with Hydra; that's how you became an esteemed Avenger. Telling everyone your story led to you using your skills to help people around the world. It wasn't uncommon for them to occasionally ask if you were okay or wanted to stay behind if it ever came to a hydra mission.
Now hours later, you were on your way back to the compound. Pretty much feeling like shit. You were numb, and there was no energy left in you. Of course, you didn't let your team see it, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to take a nice shower, eat and sleep for days.
The quinjet landed, and everyone was dis-embarking the jet.
Being the last one out, you slowly made your way into the compound. Not wanting to see anyone, you made yourself a tiny portal to your room that you walked through; you couldn't care. You stood in the middle of your room, not knowing what to do with yourself. Sliding slowly against the end of your bed. Still, with your daggers and weapons attached to your mission suit. You curled up, hiding your face into your knees.
Bucky had run out from his room as soon as he heard the quinjet landing. He came into the bay, looking around for you, but all he could see was Steve, Nat and Clint. Steve smiled upon seeing his best friend, "Hey Jerk, how was your day?" Steve asked, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Uh… not great… where's y/n?" Bucky asked, running his hand through his hair. Nat, Clint and Steve all turned their head to look at each other before looking at Bucky. "In her room, catching an early night." Steve smiled, "Steve… I screwed up!" Bucky panicked.
Clint and Nat were putting away their things while Steve stayed with Bucky. "Buck… I don't know what to say." Steve lightly spoke. "Give y/n some time. But not today." Nat spoke before walking out the doors with Clint. Bucky looked back at Steve, "What's with everyone telling me not to bother her today? Wanda, Sam… even Tony has said the same thing."
"This mission was draining for her," Steve advised his friend before giving him another reassuring pat on the back. "If you really want to know, without bother y/n. Just ask Tony. I'm sure he'll tell you." Steve smiled, walking off.
Tony was focused on his tech while Bruce was working at his computer, Bucky had walked in, and without looking up, Tony spoke. "What did you do to my daughter, Barnes?" He questioned. Bucky stood there feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, Tony… I really am. The mission got to me, and I took it out on her." Tony looked up from his laptop, "have you apologised to her?" Bucky shook his head. "Good. Like I said earlier, let her cool down." He spoke before going back to working on his tech.
Bucky stood there trying to say something, "Is there something else, Barnes?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you about." this made Tony sigh. A hand running down his chin, Tony gives Bruce a look. Walking over, he patted the surface of Bucky's back, "Come… sit", he spoke, taking a seat at one of the lab tables. "By what she tells me, you don't know that she was an ex-hydra assassin, correct?" Bucky's face was confused. He was taken aback. "Well, I'm taking that as a yes."
"You know I'm surprised that you've never come across her..." Tony continued. Bucky was wide-eyed; oh, he knew he was such an idiot. "If my time calculation is right, you would've been there the same time as her." looking directly at Bucky, "You're going to have to ask her yourself about her past. Seeing as I know about last night and the fact that you love my daughter." he let out a slight smirk. "I advise that you do one hell of a job to make sure she knows you love her." He spoke. Bucky nodded, and there Tony was, telling you bits of your story.
"I've spent almost two years not knowing she was a part of Hydra? God, I'm so stupid." he sighed, "Tony, I really am sorry." Bucky looked at him. "Don't tell me that; tell her that, bud."
He thought back to all of the times you were with him, all the times you tried to tell him. So when you said you understood him, you really were telling him the truth. Although he couldn't remember the conversation between you two last night, he knew from what Wanda had shown him.
Getting into the shower, you stood underneath the running water for quite a while.
Your thoughts floating in your head, this mission had torn you to pieces, physically and mentally. It had drained you, and all you needed was to regain your health. Cleaning yourself off and washing your hair, you spent a few minutes more under the running water. Thinking about the mission and about Bucky. Bucky was on your mind; you confided in him. He was like your best friend, so you didn't know how to feel when he did this. You tried the entire night to understand his feelings, but you weren't genuinely processing it.
Bucky was walking back to the main quarters when he heard your angered scream, "BUCKY FUCKING BARNES," looking at yourself in the mirrors. Your hair was a mix of pink and green. You furiously went into your showering, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner bottle, checking the contents; it was dye.
Bucky ran up the stairs, coming out into the halls where Sam was standing just a bit away from your room. Then it clicked; Sam turned to Bucky, "I thought you took it out of her shower." Bucky mentally face-palmed himself. "I forgot! I forgot!" Nat and Wanda were coming out of their rooms; they looked at each other with an 'oh fuck look'. Bucky turned to Wanda and Nat, who looked like they were going to kill him. "I'm sorry!" He panicked.
You were a mix of furious and sad; you paced around your room with tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You dried your hair, slipping into a comfy jumper, some tights, and your combat boots. You pulled the hood over your head, grabbing your daggers. All you saw was red. Today all you needed was a nice shower, to have some food, put your mission gear away and then head to bed. But this was it, that was the cherry on top; you let the emotions run free.
You came out of your room to see Wanda, Nat, Sam, Clint and Vision standing there. "Where's Barnes!" You yelled at them. "H-here." Bucky came out from the staircase; your eyes snapped in his direction. Sam stood in front of your path, "y/n… y/n it was me. I'm-" you were still fuming; you had used your abilities to throw him out of your path. Clint came in sight, and you did the same thing to him.
Storming towards Bucky, your dagger was in your hand. Bucky stood there, not really know what to do. You kicked his chest in with much force that he went flying onto the ground. Groaning, you stalked closers, kneeling onto his chest, and he let you. You pulled the dagger to his throat. When you aggressively took the hoodie off to reveal your face, he could see you were crying. "You think this is fucking funny, Barnes?" You yelled at him, "I have done nothing but be nice to you!" You continued yelling at him.
Nat came in from behind you, but Bucky shook his head, "It's okay, Nat, let her." He groaned as you pushed into his chest. Still, with a dagger to his throat, he looked into your eyes as your cried. "I… I get it… I get that you hate me! I get it!" You cried out in anger. Everyone didn't really know what to do or how to react. They all just stood there watching.
"Y/n… please sweet. You're hurting him." Wanda spoke, your face dropped a bit, turning to Wanda, your eyes darkened, you couldn't get it out of your head. She saw it; she saw this look once before. This just made you a hundred times more dangerous, and you knew she wouldn't get in your way.
Turning back to Barnes, he was looking at you. "A-all I wanted was to come home, have a fucking shower and go to sleep." Your anger is apparent to him. The angrier you got, your hair began to strip of pink and green, turning into a jet black colour.
"I've called Tony," Clint reassured.
Bucky lifted his hand, he tried to caress your face, but you quickly swatted it away, "y/n… I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you…" he furrowed his brows, trying to bring back the y/n he loved. Your whimpers heard from him, "what did I do! What did I do for you not to like me." You yelled into his face. "I don't hate you Y/n… I promise you, I lo-" he stopped when you pushed the dagger further into his neck. You were too angry to let him speak; you couldn't.
Steve and Tony running up the stairs, Bucky briefly looked at Steve.
A black glow emitting from your other hand, and your eyes darkened more. Tony looked at Wanda and nodded. With a flick of her hands, she sent the dagger flying from your hands. Looking at Wanda, your eyes widened. Before you could do anything else, you were pulled off Bucky by the waist. "Hey… hey honey." You looked back to see your dad, a frown set upon your face as you dropped your hands; you gave in once you saw your dad.
Steve was helping Bucky up while everyone just stood there as you cried into your dad's arms, whimpering into his chest. He brought you into a tight hug caressing your back. Bruce came from behind, sedating you with an injection. Your eyed dilated slightly as you looked at your dad with pleas before falling limp into his arms.
Everyone watched, your hair turning back into its original colour. Bucky felt guilty, nor did he know that you had any abilities. Tony looks at Bucky shaking his head in disappointment before picking you up, carrying your sleeping body back to your room. "Friday, get Pepper over here," Tony spoke. "Right away, Tony."
"So everyone saw that?" Sam asked, "Y/n has powers?"
"Yes, she does, and it's none of your business." Wanda shook her head, walking off with Nat. Bucky was catching his breath as Steve held onto him. "I fucked up, Steve… I really did." He felt so bad. Steve looked at him with sympathy. "C'mon, Bud, let's get you back to your room. We can discuss this tomorrow." He spoke. Bucky looked at his best friend, "But I need her to know that I'm sorry… Steve, I need to tell her that I love her." He was almost in tears. "And you will tomorrow. The dose Bruce gave her will last until morning." Steve said.
Bucky sighed, nodding in defeat as he made his way to his bed. "Just trying and get some sleep, Buck." Steve closed the door behind him. Bucky laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling all night, trying to think of how to tell you he was sorry.
"They were eventually going to find out how bad she could get..." Tony spoke, running his hand down his face, "I told you and Fury not to put her on that mission, Tony." Pepper quietly yelled at him. They both turned your way, watching as you slept softly under your sheets. "She said she was okay; I trust her, Pep. Who am I if I am not to trust our own daughter's words?" Tony sighed. Pepper's arms folded, she took a seat right next to you, caressing the hair out of your face. "Is Bucky okay?" Pepper asked; Tony rolled his eyes. "He's okay; Steve said he keeps going on about apologising."
"Are you going to let him apologise?" Pepper asked Tony.
"Mh… I'm thinking about it."
"Yes, okay… I'm not one to stop metal arm from apologising." Tony replied.
"Don't call him that," Pepper spoke, giving your forehead a kiss. "Okay... sorry," he whined before doing the same, pulling your duvets up to keep you warm…
Groaning, your eyes flutter open. You didn't move; you just stared at the ceiling. You remembered everything last night, and you felt guilty for what you had done to Bucky. Laying amongst your pillows, you continued to stare at the ceiling.
It was maybe about 45 minutes later when a soft knock on your door lured you from your daze. Bucky knocking on the door didn't bother you. You just continued your stare into the void.
On the outside of the door were Bucky and Tony. Tony stared at Bucky, whispering. "Go in, Manchurian Candidate. We don't have all day." Tony spoke, opening the door, pushing Bucky in before closing the door behind him. You were awake and unbothered by his presence.
He walked towards your bed, taking a seat next to you. "I made you your favourite." He lightly smiled; you softly turned your head to look at him then to the plate of food. Bucky indeed made your favourite food, but you had no words. You didn't say anything but turned back to stare at the ceiling. Bucky placed the plate on your bedside table. Lying right next to you, he sighed.
"Y/n… I'm really sorry about last night and the night before. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I just wasn't in the right headspace, and I took it out on you" He quietly spoke. "I'm really sorry..."
"I know there have been multiple times you've tried to tell me that you were kidnapped by Hydra… and I'm sorry it took me until now to know." He turned to you as you tensed. He was exploring your features, the ones he had grown to love since the day he first met you.
"And I-" Bucky went to speak, but you cut him off, "Do you hate me?" You quietly asked, still with your eyes to the ceiling. Bucky shook his head, "I could never hate you y/n." "Then why say it?" You asked him again. "Because I was an idiot. I was angry, but I didn't mean any of it. I was so caught up in the mission that I took it out on you." he looked down at his hands.
"It was like I lost myself when I got back to the compound. But that is no excuse for what I did to you, and for that, I will spend however long it takes to make it up to you." You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you. Sympathy in his eyes, you knew he was genuinely sorry.
"I never meant to hurt you last night, Buck. I'm really sorry, I feel horrible." He smiled lightly at you, "You don't need to be sorry. I understand how you felt, and I'm an idiot. I never wanted to hurt you."
And like any other conversation of yours, the pair of you started fighting again.
"But you did-"
"I know I did-"
"What did I do, Bucky? Where did I go wrong?"
"Nowhere… you didn't do anything."
"But then why-" you were thinking out loud, and you didn't mean to; the words were just slipping out.
"Because I love you, okay? I love you y/n! And I am so angry with myself that waited this long to tell-"
"I love you too..." You cut in. "I know you do," you spoke again.
"You know?" Bucky questioned. You nodded, "I have been able to read your mind since the day you step foot inside this compound, Bucky. I've loved you even before you started liking me." you sent him a small smile.
He went to speak but quickly shut his mouth, taking the advice that Tony gave him about listening to you. "And when you told me you hated me, I couldn't read your mind. I couldn't tell myself that you were lying and that you said it out of the moment." A tear fell down your face. Bucky rested his hand on your cheek, lightly caressing away the tears. "I've spent months trying to tell you so you knew you could talk to me. Because I understood. I wanted you to know that we had something in common. I wanted you to know that I loved you. But you never gave me that chance."
"All the times you would turn away from me, or ignore me or even go as far as to telling the team that you didn't want to go on missions with me."
"I tried because I thought you hated me…. Until that day, when you came home, and I had made you tacos. That was the first time I heard your mind again; I had heard you say that you loved me."
Bucky smiled; he remembered that day. Thinking back to it now, he knew he never said it, but he felt it because it was true. "So you knew what I've been thinking this whole time?" He quietly asked; you nodded softly.
"So, how about now?" He asked.
You furrowed your brows and then heard it, I love you, Y/n.
A small smile paved your face, "yeah... I heard that." he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips which you returned.
He thought again, I'm so sorry for everything… I can't lose you, not when I've barely had you. I'm trying my best, for you and for me.
Your eyes opened back up, you stared into his eyes. "I forgive you, Bucky. Just please don't hurt me again." You whispered.
Bucky gave you a nod, kissing your forehead. "I will never hurt you again."
With the soft blink of your eyes, you believed him. You opened up your blanket, inviting him in. He took his shoes off and slide in next to you, pulling you into his arms. You smiled as he held you close to him. "Y/n?" Bucky whispered. You looked up to him humming in response.
"If it's not too much to ask, could you show me your past?" He asked; you thought about it for a second before gently nodding. Bringing your hand up, placing your hand softly on his forehead. Cuddled up together, you confided in him once and, going back to show him what you'd been trying to tell him from the very start.
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One of my favorite HC I'd Steve's birthday always being overlooked bc it was the 4th of July. But Bucky never forgot and treated the festivities like they were all for Steve. I literally write stories about this all the time. Here is part of one bc I'm in a sappy mood.
Steve’s 5th birthday was a big one. He was excited because he was a "whole hand old." Sarah was excited because against all odds, her son was still alive. He was tough and she thought he deserved the best birthday ever. Everyone was so focused on the 4th of July activities throughout the neighborhood, though, no one else seemed to notice Steve’s birthday. Sarah did her best to make Steve’s birthday fun anyways, making him his favorite dinner, and baking him an apple pie for dessert, another one of his favorites.
She had invited some kids over too, but sadly knew that probably no one would come. Not only was it the holiday, but kids could be mean to her small boy. She knew that people often judged books by their cover, and not a lot of people wanted their children to play with the sickly looking child. And not alot of kids even wanted to be his friend, no matter how kind Steve was to them.. It broke her heart.
"Mama, is anyone coming?" Steve asks as he clumsily sets the table, wanting to set down more plates than just his and his Sarah's.
She gives him a sad little smile, kneeling down to his level, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Probably not, sweetheart. They gotta spend time with their families for the holidays. Maybe we can do something next weekend?" She says softly, hoping that children would show up if she had a party not on the holiday.
Steve sadly nods his head. "Okay." He flashes her a smile, putting on a brave face. Steve was a good kid and never wanted his mom to feel bad. Even at his age, he knew she did her best.
They had just sat down to eat, when Sarah heard a knock at the door. When she opened it up, to her surprise, there was Bucky, smiling up with a missing front tooth. He had a box clumsily wrapped in newspaper. He obviously did this himself. She smiles back "Bucky, sweetie, does your mama know you are here?" They live in the same tenement.
"Yea, she said since I was 6 now, I can walk here by myself. Did I miss Stevie's dinner?" He keeps that bright smile on his face.
"No, you are just in time." She steps aside so he can come in. As soon as Steve sees him, he hops off his chair and runs to his best friend, pulling him into a hug. "Bucky! You came!" Sarah's heart melts watching how happy her son is.
Still hugging, Bucky says " Course I came, silly!"
Bucky pulls back before shoving the poorly wrapped box into Steve’s hand. "Here! Open it!"
Steve wastes no time tearing off the newspaper and opening the box. Inside was a handmade card and a diecast car. Steve looks at the picture. It is two stick figures holding hands. One was blonde and the other brunette. Around them was a heart. The words "hape brthda"(happy birthday) were written across the top.
Steve picks up the car, turning it over in his hands. He recognizes it as one of Bucky’s, his favorite actually. He reaches out, trying to give it back. “Buck, you don’t have to give me one of your toys.”
But Bucky pushes the toy back towards Steve’s chest. “No, I want you to have it, Stevie. Cause I love it and I love you. See, I even drew a heart because my dad gave my mom a heart necklace because he said he loves her. So I drew a heart because I love you.” Bucky grins, cheesy as ever.
Steve smiles back, equally as bright. “Love you, too, Bucky!” He says before pulling the brunette boy back to the table with him for dinner.
Sarah knows she should stop this, talk and explain to her son and his friend that that kind of love is for a boy and girl. But she can’t do it. Not right now. She can’t take away the smile that Bucky puts on her child’s face. So, she stays quiet, hoping for their sake that they grow out of it. Steve keeps that picture and the card in his bedside drawer for a long time after that.