Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC I Word Count: 5212 Warnings: Fluff, Bucky being Bucky, smexy
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Bucky shuddered gently against Penny, while his mind whirled with her revelation. “You have to tell Steve.”
“I can’t. Not just yet.”
"Penelope Grace,” he growled against her neck.
“Bucky. Not just yet. I’ll tell him when I’ve gone through all the options, but until that time, how can I place more stress on him? He’s off saving the world. He doesn’t need to be thinking about me while he’s doing it.”
"Penny…” Bucky sighed and looked at her, but gave up when she gave him the stubborn face.
"I’m not giving up, Buck. I won’t. I promise, but I have to do this my way.”
"Stubborn as a mule,” Bucky grumbled, tugging her close so he could rest his cheek on the top of Penny’s head.
"Ma’am? Sorry to interrupt,” Friday said into the silence. "The detective is back, and he brought friends.”
Bucky growled a second time against Penny, far more feral and angrier than before. "What kind of friends?”
For a minute there you got me scared!! I thought he was gonna fuck her or something! Whew! Meanwhile, I can’t wait to know Bucky’s brother and everything that tainted him.
Oh no, nothing like that will happen. I mean, not yet. Maybe. I don’t know.
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is the youngest Senator in New York. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, he’s down to earth, and is deeply in love with his wife; Y/N Barnes. His dreams consist of having kids, helping find a cure for cancer and AIDS in his lifetime, and one day, sitting at a desk in the Oval Office. It’s good to go after your dreams, right? Not if you’ve got one hell of a secret. Word Count: 1,870 Warnings: Language, heavy angst, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of blood and gore, not for the light-hearted. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X]
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Steve stormed into Bucky’s office and slammed his hand down on the desk, leaving behind a piece of paper. “Is this your idea of a fucking joke?” he seethed, nostrils flaring, shoulders twitching.
“It’s good to see you, too, Steve,” Bucky scoffed.
Wanda ran into the room, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, Senator. I couldn’t stop him.”
Bucky gave her a soft smile. “It’s okay, Ms. Maximoff. Please close the door behind you.”
“Yes, sir,” she sighed wearily.
Once the door was closed, Bucky turned his gaze to his former best friend. “Where were we?”
“You were going to explain to me how that,” he thrust his finger at the paper, “found its way to Aisling’s headstone!”
Bucky picked up the note with an annoyed huff. Happy Anniversary was written in beautiful, flowy, cursive lettering. He flipped it over and looked at the back, but there wasn’t anything there, not that he expected there to be.
“I don’t know anything about it, Steve,” he announced.
“Bullshit,” Steve grit out through his teeth. “It’s been twenty-one years since she died, Buck.”
Bucky’s heart clenched painfully in his chest. “You think I’ve forgotten? Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, man. I’m really sorry ab-”
“Save your meaningless apology. Did you write that?” he demanded to know.
“Absolutely not,” Bucky denied, thrusting the sheet of paper at Steve. “Why on earth would I do something like that?”
One of Steve’s shoulders bobbed up and down. “Maybe crazy runs in the family.”
“I’m nothing like him,” the senator growled. “He was certifiable.”
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