Warnings: some language, a little dirty talk, mild smuttiness, Dean in a white button up with rolled up sleeves
A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Smut is hard and I still feel like a newb? This part isn’t that intense, so hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. I apologize for the petty situation surrounding the beginning of this, but APA IS SERIOUS BUSINESS lol. I tried to make this an entertaining series too because CHARLIE! Unbeta’ed.
You bit your lip nervously and made your way to the front of the room. “Yes, Professor?”
He waved you over, pointing to a specific spot on a paper resting on his desk. “Care to explain this?”
You recognized the paper as one of your own. Resting your palms on the desk, you bent over to skim the paper and try to figure out what you’d done wrong. Professor Winchester rested a hand on the desk next to yours and leaned to peek over your shoulder.
“Notice anything?”
“I-I guess I, uh, forgot to use APA format…” you managed to squeak.
“You guess, huh?” His warm breath and husky voice in your ear sent a shiver cascading down your spine. “You don’t sound very sure, Miss Y/L/N.”
He placed his hand on the small of your back and you suddenly forgot how to breath.
“Refusing to follow instructions…now what should we do about that?”
Closing your eyes, you pressed your lips into a hard line and bowed your head slightly, trying fight back a moan from the innuendo in his words. Your heart hammered in your chest as his hand lightly trailed the rest of the way down your back, caressing the globe of your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze. You whimpered and leaned back into his touch.
“What was that, sweetheart?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Please…” you breathed. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl.”
He placed a kiss on the pulse point below your ear, and you involuntarily tilted your head away to give him more room. He nipped at your ear, continuing to massage and grip your ass as he began trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Pressing his chest against your back, he sucked a hickey at the base of your neck, marking you as his. His expert lips distracted you enough that you didn’t notice his fingers dancing lower. When he reached passed the hem of your skirt and ghosted over your damp core, you couldn’t help the desperate moan that escaped.
He chuckled darkly, reattaching his lips to your earlobe. “That’s it, pretty girl. Let me hear those sweet sounds of yours.”
Summary: Your lineage is a mystery and your powers can be downright scary. You had been on your own since you could remember; saving some lives, taking others, doing what needed to be done in order to survive. And then one day, a man with a metal arm saved your life. From that moment on, you worked with the Avengers, saving lives, not only on Earth, but in other galaxies as well. Word Count: 1,384 Warnings: Heavy angst, language, violence, blood, gore, there could be some smut, possibly more to come. Author’s Note: The main idea for this was inspired by this song by Skylar Grey.GIF Credit.
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Growing up alone, with no one like you to talk to, to relate to, to compare stories with, it can really change a person. It can mold them, turn them into something that they, not necessarily hated but, strongly disliked. There was blood on your hands, there was red in your ledger, you needed more cleansing than God himself could give. Which was what paved the path to your attempt at redemption.
You were screaming, rage thrumming through you, enhancing your abilities. There were families behind you, slaughtered, their blood still pouring from the wounds they suffered at the hands of the party your anger was aimed at.
The group of murderers didn’t stand a chance, but that didn’t deter them. They charged, their mouths open in a shout of solidarity and brotherhood, weapons raised. You released the power you had somehow miraculously kept bottled up, simmering under the surface, ready and waiting for someone to kill. The men fell to the ground, their bodies burning from the inside out, flames and embers spilling out of their noses and mouths before their lives were snuffed out.
Revenge, hot or cold, tasted amazing, but it did nothing to soothe the absolute heartbreak of what had just taken place. You had made a promise, a blood oath, to keep the people of the village safe from the men that now lay at your feet, and you had failed.
You’re a failure, a fraud. No one is going to trust you now.
“Shut up,” you sneered at the inner voice, desperate for it to stop talking.
They’re dead and it’s all your fault.
With your palm to your temple, you squeezed your eyes closed. “Stop it!”
“Hey doll,” someone said, their deeply masculine voice tight with worry. “You alright?”
“No, no,” you groaned. There were feet pounding the ground behind you, circling you, threatening you. You could feel their confusion and anger and frustration, it was smothering you. “I can’t take anymore.”
The man in front of you cursed under his breath. “Step back, guys. I think she’s an empath.”
You pulled in a shuddering breath as the oppressive weight at your back lightened. Just a little at first, as they struggled with the command they had been given.
“Please,” you begged, your power growing more unstable. It felt like it was ripping you apart from the inside out, tearing through your internal organs, pumping through your veins like lava. “I need you to leave.”
The caring tone of his voice was what made you open your eyes. You could still feel the wave of too many emotions at your back, but it was more tolerable than before. Your hands were clenched at your sides, your power humming around them, no doubt sparking angrily.
“Not even if I could kill you?”
He chuckled low in his throat. “Darlin’, you wouldn’t be the first to try.”
“But I bet I’d be the first to succeed.” It wasn’t you talking, not really. With your emotions at the wheel, your anxiety was spiraling, and fast.
“You don’t want to do that,” he warned, his hand held out, the sun reflecting off of it, catching your attention.
You stared at it with curiosity. “Wait… is that… are you… Bucky Barnes?”
His bright eyes flicked to his hand before landing back on yours. “You know me?”
“I know that arm,” you scoffed. “That means that those guys are the rest of the gang; the Avengers?”
“They are,” Bucky answered, his hand falling down to his side. “They’re also backing off. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”
If she so much as looks at you funny.
You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you turned around. “Along with being an empath, I can read minds. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your boyfriend.”
“Funny,” Bucky huffed. “You a comedian, too?”
It was a mistake, turning around to sass the one and only Captain America. Because when you did, your eyes fell on the piles of bodies, burned to a crisp. Mothers, fathers, their children; everyone was dead.
Choking on a sob, you dropped to your hands and knees, your fingers sinking deep into the dirt. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault they’re dead.”
Bucky was in front of you, his hands covering yours, his cerulean eyes drilling into yours. “Hey, you can’t do that to yourself. Their blood is not on your hands.”
“It is,” you cried, the dam inside you breaking, your powers surging out of control. “I swore I’d keep them safe, and I didn’t.”
The man before you let out a light hiss as your skin started to heat up, the emerald green hue of your power shining bright. “It ain’t your fault, doll. You did the best you could getting here in time.”
That got your attention. “Wha- what do you mean?”
“We were on our way,” he started, never taking his eyes off yours, his fingers moving in slow circles on your hand, your wrists, any skin he could reach. “Got a tip that a group of power-hungry mercs were headed this way, but we got the intel too late. Does that mean that their blood is on our hands, too?”
The power pulsing through you started to slow down. “I mean, I guess not. But, you didn’t swear to protect them. I did.”
“And we swore to protect the lives of every innocent life on the planet,” Bucky insisted. His thumbs were now on the pulse of your wrist, sweeping back and forth hypnotically. “The lives of these people, it’s not on any of our hands. If anyone is responsible, it’s those assholes. Not Steve or Tony, not me, and certainly not you.”
With the crushing weight of your anxiety easing back, it was getting easier to breathe. Your eyes fell to your hands, to Bucky’s hands. One metal, the other flesh, both of them cool and comforting. The knots in your muscles started to uncoil, and you knew it had more to do with the energy that was radiating off of Bucky in waves.
“You gotta listen to me, doll,” he pleaded, his hands travelling to your wrists and up your arms, tugging you off of the ground, forcing you to your knees.
Your chin was quivering as tears broke free. “I can’t,” you tried to argue, but Bucky’s hands were on your face, his thumbs sweeping through your tears.
“Darlin’, you can,” he assured you, sapphire swirling through his eyes. “Breathe, okay? You can do this.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest.
Swallowing around the knot in your throat, you did as he asked. You closed your eyes and focused on his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell rhythmically, the ba-dum, ba-dum of his heart against your palm. Then there was his hand on your wrist, the way his fingers flexed, the buttery leather of his fingerless gloves, the seam of string that held the fabric together, all of it moving smoothly against your skin.
Before you knew it, Bucky’s hand was on your face again, tucking the hair behind your ear. “There you go, doll.”
You let out a huff, your hand falling from his chest, your vision coming back to you slowly. “Thank you.”
“No sweat,” he said, blushing lightly. “Where are you headed next?”
With a subtle shrug, you answered with a question of your own. “You guys need a hand with anything?”
Hell yes, we do. Especially another woman.
Your head tipped to the side a bit as you heard a young woman, her accent subtle, her voice soft, and it made you chuckle. “Never mind, I already got my answer.”
All eyes were on you as you marched past Bucky and strode purposefully over to the quinjet, boarding it a moment later. You ignored the way they stared at you as you sat down next to the only female on board, held out your hand, and gave her a wink.
I’m Y/N, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.
The young woman gave a bright smile and wrapped her hand in yours, the red-hued indication of her powers flaring to life at the brush your skin.
Summary: Twin of Steve Rogers, the soldier out of time, Marjorie Lucille “Lucy” Rogers grew up side-by-side with Captain America and the Winter Soldier. Stubborn headed just like her brother, she leaves Brooklyn to join the war soon after Steve’s departure. Her determination to fight on the front lines pushes her to change her name and appearance, consequentially making Lucy Rogers disappear. On the front lines, her brother and his best friend are panicking with the sudden halt in her letters while trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with the new member of their team. One mission changes everything, and 70 years later Lucy is alive with only three names carved into her skin. A/N: This series is beta’d by my amazing friend @shamelessbookaddict.
Inspired by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan one-shot Prisoner Of War, I read it and fell in love with it, honestly all their writing is amazing and they’re so incredibly talented 😀
Pairing: Reader/Bucky Barnes
Summary: Being able to control people’s minds is a massive asset for Team Cap, not so much when you’re trapped on the Raft
TW: Angst, Violence, abuse and torture, like this is super dark
Title: Midnight Madness Summary: Thor isn’t taking too kindly to the newest addition; Ollie Word Count: 454 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Ornery Bucky and reader, language Author’s Note: Y’all can thank @flamehairedwritings for these drabbles. I love you!
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Bucky’s arm was thrown over his eyes, Oliver curled into his armpit, snoring softly, though Bucky couldn’t figure out how the damn cat could be asleep, what with Thor screaming bloody murder at the end of the bed. The super soldier wanted to kick the damn cat off the bed, but he was so damn exhausted and frustrated, he’d probably kill the feline.
“I swear to God, Y/N,” he ground out through his teeth. “If your cat doesn’t stop screaming bloody murder, I’m going to fucking kill him.”
You flopped over and glared at him. “MY cat,” you cried out, your bloodshot eyes wide. “MY cat wasn’t like this until you decided that you just had to get one for yourself. Besides, you hate cats!”
Yeah, okay, you had a point, but Bucky wasn’t going to let you know that.
“Your cat is the one acting like a toddler that got his favorite toy snatched away!”
“This is all Oliver’s fault,” you huffed, thrusting a finger toward the sleeping cat. You didn’t hate Oliver, you really didn’t, but every since he had joined your family, Thor had been acting like a little bitch, and it was exhausting.
Bucky sat up abruptly, his mouth hanging open, metallic fingers working through the cat’s snow white fur. “Ollie is cute,” he argued, “and Thor,” he thrusted a finger at the still-yowling Maine Coon cat, “is not a fucking cat. That’s a goddamn predator.”
You snorted in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? Thor wouldn’t lay a paw on Ollie.”
“You don’t know what they’re like while you’re at work, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand. This place is a circus you have no idea,” Bucky insisted. He picked up Oliver and pressed their noses together, making kissing sounds as Oliver purred loudly.
“Wow,” you chuckled. “You’ve lost it.”
“Have not,” Bucky huffed.
You stared at him incredulously. “You’re doing everything you give me shit for doing to Thor. So yeah, you’ve gone overboard. You’re now a cat person.”
Bucky got up from the bed, his pillow tucked under one arm, Ollie draped over his shoulders. “You take that back.”
“Nope, not happening,” you shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips
Thor quit howling, sauntered up the bed, and dropped next to you, his tail flicking back and forth as your hand dropped to his side.
Glaring at him, Bucky shook his head. “You are a fucking menace,” he snarled before storming out.
Once they were situated on the couch, Ollie looked up at Bucky, his bi-colored eyes slightly crossed and dopey looking as he meowed softly.
Bucky scratched behind Ollie’s ear, huffing out a laugh at the way it twitched back and forth. “Don’t worry, he’ll learn.”
Summary: You thought you had left the mean girl clique in high school. Turns out, they’re not the only one whose attention you hold. Word Count: 1,750 Warnings: Language, angst, skinny bitches bringing down your self-esteem, Tony’s kind of a dick, but then he makes up for it. Author’s Note: @xgminigypsy requested a Bucky x plus size reader where the reader is an intern for Tony and Bucky’s a little bit obsessed with her but doesn’t know how to start up a conversation with someone as modern as her? And she ends up asking him out instead?
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“Talking to her would probably help,” Steve teased his best friend.
Bucky was standing at the railing, forearms pressed into it, one foot kicked over the other, looking at the team of people below, a flurry of activity as deadlines were approaching, as some had already passed, leaving a handful of people frazzled and literally pulling at their hair, but that wasn’t what… who held the super soldier’s attention. It was the one person that remained calm amidst the chaos.
You had become an intern at the Avengers compound – okay, you were Tony Stark’s intern – a year ago, and Bucky hadn’t been able to look away since. You weren’t like other women; you weren’t superficial, didn’t obsess about the way you looked or wear an obscene amount of makeup, you cared about your job, making Tony happy.
So why hadn’t Bucky said more than ten words to you in that time?
“A little young for you,” Steve continued to tease. “Come on, man. You like her.”
Bucky let out a huff through his nose. “I don’t even know her.”
“And yet,” Steve sighed, hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “you can’t take your eyes off her.”
“Yeah,” was all he said, and Steve left it at that.
You weren’t blind, you knew why they brought you on as Tony’s intern; you didn’t look like the rest of the women employed by S.H.I.E.L.D., and you were okay with that. You were what many called plus size, big boned, full figured; you had so many curves that if you were a road, you’d be considered dangerous to drive on, but you had long ago accepted the body you had been given. That didn’t mean you were oblivious to the way people talked about you, their words still stung, breathed life into the self-deprecating voice in the back of your mind.
God, you were bored. You had thought that being Tony’s intern would be exciting, adventurous, thrilling; but it was anything but that. You spent most of your days sitting at the desk outside his office, working on endless documents that varied from attending a ‘coming out party’ for the latest up-and-coming technological superstar, to a birthday party invitation from the President’s daughter.
With a groan, you pushed away from your desk and went for a walk through the compound, you could only deal with the mind-numbing drivel for so long. Your ID card was equipped with top level clearance – just one of the may perks working for Tony Stark came with – and it got you into areas that most people would kill for.
You were rubbing your eyes as you rounded a corner, so you didn’t see who it was that you barrelled into. Strong arms were around your waist, preventing you from falling to your ass. Your head jerked back and you grabbed onto a wide set of shoulders.
“Shit, doll,” he ground out, his breath hot on your face. “You alright?”
You knew that voice, it was Bucky, the man that you had been secretly lusting over since your first day in Mr. Stark’s employ. You opened your eyes and it was as if the air was sucked from your lungs. Icy orbs flitted over your features, reading each micro-expression as they formed, determining if you were hurt in any way.
“I, uh, yeah,” you finally managed to utter.
His brows pulled together as he stood tall and loosened his grip. “You sure?”
You didn’t notice that your hands were shaking as they fell to your side. “Honestly? I’m more embarrassed than anything. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Then we’re both equally at fault,” he mused, and for a moment, you thought that maybe he’d stay and talk to you, but that moment was shattered when the phone in your pocket buzzed.
With your jaw clenched, you dislodged the phone and raised it to your ear. “Where are the files I asked for?”
“They’re on your desk, Mr. Stark,” you said through grinding teeth.
“I’ve looked on my desk, Miss Y/L/N,” Tony snapped. “I suggest you stop flirting and get your ass down here.”
You whirled around to find Tony standing by your desk, dark eyes drilling through you, and his finger urging you get down there as soon as possible. “On my way,” you mumbled.
“Sorry to bump into you and run,” you started to say as you turned, but there was nobody there. It was as if Bucky vanished into thin air. With a resigned sigh, you trudged back the way you had come, ignoring the stares and whispers of the people you passed.
Bucky was driving his fists deep into the punching bag, over and over again, imagining it was himself that he was punching. He felt so stupid for running away like a child, scared to talk to the girl he had a crush on, but that was exactly what he did. As soon as Y/N turned to lay eyes on her boss, Bucky seized the opportunity to get away without that moment of an awkward goodbye.
“Yeah, right,” he snarled, sweat dripping down his face. “Like it’s not fuckin’ awkward.”
“You talkin’ to yourself, old timer?” Steve joked as he came into the gym.
“Sometimes I need expert advice,” Bucky scoffed.
Steve watched his best friend pound away for several moments before asking, “How’s that working out for ya?”
With a grunt, Bucky sent his fist into the bag. “Fuckin’ fantastic.”
“You never could lie to me,” Steve noted, tossing a towel at his friend. “Does it have anything to do with Y/N?”
Bucky caught it in one hand and wiped it over his face and the back of his neck. “I ran into her today, literally,” he admitted with a roll of his eyes. “Managed to catch her before she landed on her ass, but…” his voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Did you at least talk to her?”
“She’s too modern for me, Steve,” Bucky shot back. “There’s no chance in hell for me.”
“You don’t know that,” Steve insisted.
Bucky didn’t say anything more, he just grabbed his bottle of water and stormed out, leaving Steve to clean up.
“Did you see the way she plowed into him?” Staci asked her best friend, her voice shrill.
“Thank goodness he’s a super soldier,” Theresa gasped. “She could have killed him.”
Yeah, they were talking about you, again. The two women reminded you of what it was like in high school, the skinny and popular girls talking viciously about those that were softer, near the bottom of the food chain. You held your breath and prayed that your body didn’t betray you by making a noise as you sat on the toilet, farthest stall down, the one meant for handicapped people because let’s face it, you couldn’t turn around in the narrow ones.
“Poor Bucky,” Staci cackled. “I’m surprised he was able to keep her from falling.”
Tears streamed down your face and you wiped at them furiously, hating the way a few simple words made you feel.
Theresa had to grab the sink to keep from falling as she laughed. “Jesus Christ, stop it. I can’t breathe.”
“Just imagine it,” Staci wheezed.
“But did you see his face when he ran away?” Traci barked. “He looked so fucking scared.”
It was becoming painfully clear that the two women you hated weren’t going to be leaving anytime soon. You pulled in one ragged breath, and another before finishing your business. You heard them clear their throats as the toilet flushed. They were staring at their perfect reflections, both applying a fresh coat of lip gloss as you approached the sink.
“Staci, Theresa,” you greeted with a forced smile as you washed your hands.
The two women both murmured your name before turning on their heels and strutting out of the bathroom. You turned off the water and dried your hands on a paper towel as you followed them, the door almost hitting you in the face. Staci and Theresa stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of Bucky, his arms crossed, sitting on the edge of your desk, a scowl on his brow.
You just rolled your eyes at the women as you rounded them. “Some of us have work to do,” you muttered as you sat down.
Before Staci and Theresa could turn on the charm and start flirting with the super soldier, Bucky shook his head. “I wonder,” he mused, “if Tony knows exactly what kind of people he employs.”
Staci’s eyes went wide. “We were just joking around,” she tried to explain.
“Because I happen to know that bullying -”
“That’s not what happened,” Theresa interrupted.
Bucky glared at her as he continued, “Bullying is a one way ticket out the front door. Isn’t that right, Tony?”
You whirled around to see Tony standing there, back against the wall. “It sure is, Sergeant,” he answered coolly. “Ladies, do come in.” He gestured for them to enter his office.
They tried to argue, to say that they hadn’t meant for your feelings to get hurt, that they didn’t know you were in there, that it was all harmless fun, but Tony wasn’t having it. His eyes flashed in anger and he ordered them to go into his office. Once they slinked past, Tony dropped a hand to your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
You waited until the door was closed before facing Bucky. “Is he really going to fire them?”
“Fuck, I hope so,” Bucky snarled.
“They don’t…” guilt made your heart catch. “They were just words,” you sighed heavily.
“I heard them, Y/N,” he murmured. “Those two are cruel and need to know that what they did, how they treated you, how they treat you everyday, is not okay.”
There was such kindness in his eyes that when you looked up at him it became difficult to breathe. “Why do you care so much?” The words were out of your mouth before your brain could tell you to stop, that it was a question that shouldn’t be asked.
Bucky smiled gently and it made butterflies form in your stomach. “Because I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot.”
Since you had already verbal vomited once, your brain decided to keep going. “Do you wanna go out with me?”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x Reader (friendship)
Warnings: Mention of canon typical torture and violence. Fighting.
Square Filled: Craving their touch
Word Count: 1800ish
A/N: This one is written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan marvel mayhem challenge. My prompt is bolded in the text: “Life messes us up in so many ways, messes all of us right the hell up”
It is my first time writing Bucky (or any of the characters really) so please judge kindly.
Thanks to the amazing, sweet and my expert on all things marvel @emilyevanston for betaing this for me.
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Clint and Steve were walking down the halls of the Stark tower as Steve was catching Clint up on their latest mission. Everything had worked out in the end, but that didn’t mean there haven’t been a few kinks along the way. A young Siberian man from the village they had been trying to save from invasion had recognized Bucky as the man that had tortured and killed his parents when he was a boy. He had attacked, before Steve and Bucky had gotten the chance to reason with him, resulting in his death as he was caught in the crossfire between the Avengers and the invaders.
Needless to say, Bucky hadn’t taken it well and honestly Steve was worried about him. He had been quiet all the way back and the instant they had reached the Stark Tower he had disappeared into his room. Steve had breathed a sigh of relief when Y/N had arrived. Bucky had been a different person ever since he met her. Well maybe not different, but more like the Bucky he had once known; the boy he had grown up with. Steve had hoped that her presence would help him somehow, but now that he heard the loud voices carrying from the Bucky’s room and towards the kitchen, he regretted being so stupid. Bucky wasn’t the same. Y/N had never seen him like this before and Steve should have known better. He should have stopped her or at the very least warned her what she was walking into.
Warnings: Smut. Dom!reader, male bondage, thigh riding, dirty talk, language (FORGIVE ME STEVE), rough sex.
A/N: Wow, this was longer than I intended. Sorry! Hope you enjoy it, because I don’t write smut often. And this is quite dirty for me…. Bucky is initially a dick, and Y/N decides to teach him a lesson.
“There she is. Surprised you’re up walking after last night, baby,” Bucky smirked over his mug as he took a sip of coffee. His comment sparked embarrassed and amused laughs from Steve and Sam.
You froze in your tracks, mouth wide with shock. You’d barely even stepped through the kitchen doorway. “Bucky, what the hell?”
“Relax doll, just having a little fun. It’s not like they don’t know what we do.”
Your face continued to flush four more shades of red as you avoided their eyes and grabbed a mug.
“That’s cold man,” Sam laughed. “This is a little too intimate for me. I’ll catch you guys later.” He turned to excuse himself. Steve gave you an apologetic look and followed close behind.
“Sleep well?” Bucky turned to you with innocent eyes, looking you up and down.
You scowled at him in response. “What the hell was that, Bucky?”
He shrugged. “Don’t act like you don’t talk about us with Nat. Besides. It’s been weeks since our missions lined up with enough time for us to have some fun. It’s not like it’s a surprise to anyone that we’d want to…catch up a little.” You stifled a gasp when he had the nerve to wink at you.
“You can be really insufferable sometimes, you know that Buck?”
He shot you a cheeky smile, causing you to roll your eyes and storm off, coffee long forgotten.
Sure, you’d missed him desperately. You’d accompanied Nat on a recon mission that had taken longer than planned, and the night before you got back, Bucky and Steve had met up with Thor for a HYDRA lead overseas. The two of you had a lot of lost time to make up for, and you hadn’t exactly slept much.
But at some point following the lengthy separation, he’d acquired a cocky attitude. He’d tease you and make you beg for him to let you finish. You had to admit it was always worth it, but the noises you made seemed to have done a number for his ego.
He needed a reality check, or at least to be reeled in a little. You’d show him.
You’d given Bucky the silent treatment all day, and holed yourself up in your room in preparation. You needed to catch him off guard.
When you walked into his room late that night, he didn’t look up immediately. You quietly closed the door and locked it behind you. Leaning back against it, you waited patiently until he finally looked up.
For the next couple of months, when Chloe and Bucky weren’t training, Bucky was teaching her Russian. She wanted to read the journal on her own. Bucky told her the fastest way to learn was to immerse herself in the language. Once she learned the basics, Bucky only spoke to her in Russian. He would help her out with the words or phrases he knew she was unfamiliar with, but he didn’t go easy on her. He made her figure it out.
The others would give them strange looks as they sat on the sofa, softly speaking in Russian. Everyone except for Natasha. When she walked by and listened she rolled her eyes.
Warnings: Angst, descriptions of gunshots, guns, explosions, some injuries. One cussword. Lol.
A/N: This section was meant to be shorter, but I really enjoyed writing it, so it became its own part. Italics are what’s happening, regular font is Bucky’s observations. Hope you enjoy!
(Also, I used Google maps. Sorry if some of this is inaccurate– I’ve never been to NYC)
Bucky’s POV
Bucky jerked his head up at the sound of the explosion and cursed under his breath. Apparently the HYDRA raid wasn’t going according to plan. He peeked through his scope and surveyed the scene below, picking off a few men that were turning to run toward the warehouse, guns in hand.
“Cap, I’ve got eyes on a group headed up 7th and another breaking off down Broadway. They had to have seen us coming,” Sam’s voice came through the mic in Bucky’s ear.
“Sam, take Broadway. Buck, can you get to 7th?” Steve asked.
“On it.”
Bucky removed his gun from the rooftop ledge and began sprinting. He leaped and easily cleared the space separating the building he was on from the one adjacent. Hitting the ground running, he continued on, watching the streets below. He paused when he found a rooftop with a vantage point closer to the intersection where Sam had spotted the outlier HYDRA members.
Resting his gun on the ledge, he sank to his knee and peered through the scope again to scan the streets.
People were pouring out of shops and businesses, and the police seemed to be directing them away from the Square. He clenched his jaw, carefully surveying the scene. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, all out in the open. Exposed.
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