Casualties of War: Soldier

Summary: Before becoming Captain America, Steve was a scrawny and sickly young man from Brooklyn. Always by his side, and in his bed, is his best friend, his Bucky; James Barnes. The two are practically inseparable, and then, when Bucky gets drafted, Steve does everything he can think of to enlist. There was only one problem with that; the government wanted nothing to do with a scarlet and rheumatic fever surviving, asthmatic kid from Brooklyn. Don’t forget the high blood pressure and heart palpitations.
One day, a man named Doctor Abraham Erskine, saw something in Steve, something that made Steve stand out in comparison to the thousands of soldiers he had previously examined. From that moment on, Steve’s life was forever changed.
The serum, the war, losing a loved one; it changes a man, and Steve Rogers was no exception.
Word Count: 944
Warnings for the series: Heavy angst, fluff, male-on-male sexual content, this may bear some resemblance to Fifty Shades as noted below. There is a possibility of more warnings to be added as the series progresses.
Author’s Note: Inspiration provided by [X][X] GIF credit [X][X]

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1942: After the Draft

Bucky was gone, off to fight a war that he probably wouldn’t be coming back from, and Steve felt so lost. He had already been struggling with the heavy weight of anxiety on a daily basis since he was a child, and Bucky had been the only one that could ease the pressure. Without Bucky there, it was as if Steve were spiralling, circling the drain, falling deeper into the depths of his own brain.

The one thing that wasn’t affected by Bucky going to war was Steve’s determination to enlist. He knew the government didn’t want him, that his health wasn’t an appealing trait, but he just wanted to be given the chance to prove himself.

Standing in front of an enlistment folder, staring at the large black font, panic blossomed in his chest.

“Wait here,” instructed the doctor.

“Is there a problem?” God, he hoped the doctor couldn’t hear the tremor in his voice.

“Just wait here,” was all he said before leaving the room.

He was alone for several long moments before being joined by an Enlistment Office MP. The sight of an MP could mean only one thing, Steve was to be arrested for lying on a government form. Steve gave an uneasy smile, which the MP didn’t return. Of course he wouldn’t. He was there to arrest Steve, not to make friends.

An older gentleman, one with white hair and spectacles, walked in, thanking the officer as he turned to leave.

“So, you want to go overseas,” the new arrival noted softly. Steve found his accent oddly soothing. “Kill some Nazis.”

Whatever Steve had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Excuse me?”

“Dr. Abraham Erskine,” he said, walking over to shake Steve’s hand. “I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.”

Well, that couldn’t be too bad, right?

“Steve Rogers.” When Abraham said nothing more and started flipping through a manilla folder, Steve tried to make some small talk. “Where are you from?”

“Queens,” he answered quickly. “Seventy-third Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?”

“No,” Steve replied, shaking his head.

Abraham resumed flipping through the file. “Where are you from, Mr. Rogers, mmm? Is it New Haven?”

Steve swallowed around the knot in his throat. Shit, he really was in trouble.

“Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities,” Abraham deadpanned.

“That might not be the right file,” he lied, and not very well.

“No, it’s not the exams I’m interested in,” Abraham assured the young man before him. “It’s the five tries. But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?”

“Is this a test?” Would he be arrested if he gave the wrong answer? Who was he kidding. He was going to be arrested no matter what he said.

Abraham nodded as he answered. “Yes.”

“I don’t wanna kill anyone,” he answered quickly, hoping the doctor didn’t take the rushed answer the wrong way. “I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.”

With a sigh, Abraham closed the file. “Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what they need now is the little guy, huh? I can offer you a chance.”

As the pair walked out of the room, Abraham reiterated, “Only a chance,” when Steve perked up.

“I’ll take it.” Steve’s heart jumped excitedly in his chest.

Abraham gave Steve a warm smile. “Good. So, where is this little guy from, actually?”

“Brooklyn,” Steve answered proudly.

Coming to a stop by the front desk, Abraham stamped Steve’s form and handed it to him. “Congratulations, soldier.”

“And the rest is well-documented history,” Steve sighed heavily.

“What about Peggy?” Clint asked after a long moment.

With a sigh, Steve gave an answer. “I loved Peggy, I still do. It’s just not the same as with Buck. Where he was the soulmate of my heart, Peggy was the soulmate of everything else.”

“That makes sense,” Clint noted.

God, Steve was so goddamn tired. He just wanted to climb into bed and go to sleep, for like, a year. Forget the missions, saving the world from another catastrophic event, Steve wanted to be left alone. But, if he was alone, then his mind started to wander, and those thoughts were always of Bucky.

Clint nudged Steve’s knee with his own. “Why don’t you get some sleep, huh, Cap? It’s been a hell of a long day.”

“Sorry, Clint,” Steve lamented. “I didn’t mean to keep you up so late.”

“No apologies, man,” he said after Steve stood with a yawn. “Anytime you need to talk, I’m here, okay?”

With a wry smile, Steve nodded. “Thank you.”

Clint clapped Steve on the shoulder before heading off to his room, leaving Steve in the dimly lit corner. With a shudder that made his chest ache, Steve made his way out of the common room, down the maze of hallways, and into his room.

Don’t something as mundane as getting undressed proved to be too much. So, Steve fell into his bed and curled around one of the pillows, buried his face in it, and let out a scream. He had worked so hard at burying everything, his grief and anger, love and sorrow, that he hadn’t been prepared to unlock the door and open it up.

Not that he really could have prepared himself, talking about something for the first time in over seventy years was going to be difficult. Throw in the fact that it was about love, a deep and all consuming love, he felt completely wrung out.

With his face in the pillow and tears streaming down his face, Steve didn’t remember falling asleep.

FOUR

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Casualties of War: Memories

Always by his side, and in his bed, is his best friend, his Bucky; James Barnes. The two are practically inseparable, and then, when Bucky gets drafted, Steve does everything he can think of to enlist. There was only one problem with that; the government wanted nothing to do with a scarlet and rheumatic fever surviving, asthmatic kid from Brooklyn. Don’t forget the high blood pressure and heart palpitations.
One day, a man named Doctor Abraham Erskine, saw something in Steve, something that made Steve stand out in comparison to the thousands of soldiers he had previously examined. From that moment on, Steve’s life was forever changed.
The serum, the war, losing a loved one; it changes a man, and Steve Rogers was no exception.
Word Count: 969
Warnings for the series: Heavy angst, fluff, male-on-male sexual content, this may bear some resemblance to Fifty Shades as noted below. There is a possibility of more warnings to be added as the series progresses.
Author’s Note: Inspiration provided by [X][X] GIF Credit [X]

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1942

Steve was sitting at the table, one leg bouncing erratically, the other gripped by his own hand, and if he didn’t get his heart to stop skipping beats, he’d have to go to the hospital, again. He couldn’t afford that, not when he knew he’d be living on his own soon enough.

According to the sheet of paper Bucky was holding in his hand, he had just been drafted into the war to end all wars; World War II. 32557038, that was Bucky’s draft number. Steve had only heard it once, and it was already seared into his brain.

“Bucky,” he sighed, his thin shoulders sagging.

“- be fine without me,” Bucky was rambling.

His lover’s borderline-excited tone was making Steve anxious. “Bucky, stop.”

“- gone that long,” he droned on.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the tears down his gaunt cheeks. “I’m beggin’ ya, Buck.”

“- war’s almost over, and then -”

“Bucky, shut up,” Steve shouted. “Please, just… stop talkin’.”

The paper slipped from Bucky’s hand as he took in the appearance of Steve. “Oh, Stevie,” he purred, dropping to his knees, between Steve’s legs. “Don’t cry, baby.”

Steve leaned into Bucky’s touch, his large hands almost encompassing Steve’s face. “It’s war, Buck,” he choked, gripping onto Bucky’s wrists. “If somethin’ happens to ya -” He was silenced with a kiss full of pride and good intentions.

“Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me, baby,” Bucky vowed, a glimmer in his eyes.

“What about me, huh?” Steve demanded to know. “If you’re over there, and I’m all alone, who’s gonna… what am I to do? I can’t work, not a proper job, and I can’t enlist, no matter how many times I try.”

Bucky’s pupils constricted the slightest at that. “Wait… you’re still trying to enlist? Who were you trying to pass off as this time?” It was Bucky’s turn to be upset, pissed off, sad.

While Steve had miraculously survived his never ending string of health issues, there was an ache in the pit of Bucky’s stomach whenever Steve gasped for air during an asthma attack, or when his heart was ramming inside his chest, skipping beats as if dancing to an unheard song, or like last night, when he started coughing, seemingly unable to stop.

His mother had died from tuberculosis, and Bucky worried every time Steve coughed, that blood would start dripping from his lips. Succumbing to one of the many ailments Steve lived with was one thing. Willingly putting himself in harm’s way in order to prove a point was something else entirely. Talk about ironic.

Steve shook his head free of Bucky’s hands. “It doesn’t matter, they don’t want me. Nobody wants me,” he said in a harsh whisper, tears clouding his vision.

“Hey,” Bucky huffed. “I want you. Don’t I count?”

“You’re leavin’, Buck,” Steve shot back with a sniffle. “Gettin’ as far away from me as you can get.”

Bucky ground his teeth in frustration. “I ain’t leavin’ ya, kid. I got drafted. I didn’t choose this.”

“But I know you,” Steve said sadly, his head shaking back and forth. “I know that you want to be over there.”

“So do you,” Bucky bit out. “Look, I just… I don’t want to fight with you, Stevie.”

Steve pressed his forehead to Bucky’s before asking, “When do you ship out?”

“Too soon,” was all Bucky said before kissing Steve sweetly.

“Buck,” Steve whined, shifting closer to the man between his legs.

Bucky cupped Steve’s face and shook his head. “It’s not important right now. You are,” he cooed, smearing his lips across Steve’s.

With a shuddering sigh, Steve pressed himself to Bucky, deepening the kiss when Bucky’s tongue swept over his bottom lip. Bucky’s moan was low and heavy with desperation. His hands were on the small of Steve’s back and between his shoulder blades, holding Steve’s much smaller frame to him as he pushed off the floor.

Steve’s legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist of their own accord as Bucky crossed the room to the bed that was tucked into the corner. Once there, Steve slid down slowly, thanks in part to Bucky’s hands. The strength in the long digits drove a shudder down Steve’s spine, one that made Bucky’s cock jump.

“Steve,” he groaned, careful not to hurt his lover as Bucky hurriedly removed Steve’s clothes. His own quickly followed suit, the two men’s ragged breathing filling the small space between them.

There was a hand on Steve’s shoulder, but it wasn’t Bucky’s. “Hey, Steve,” Clint signed. “You alright, man?”

The memory disappeared in a swirl of smoke, leaving every part of Steve aching. He sniffled softly and scraped a hand over his face before signing back. “Yeah, just… just thinkin’.”

Steve pulled in a deep breath, and it was like a punch to the gut. He could smell Bucky as if they were standing in front of one another, as if the last time they had seen each other wasn’t more than seventy years ago.

“About Buck?” Clint wondered.

Steve huffed out a chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’ve got a major case of heart eyes goin’ on,” Clint joked, cracking a wide smile.

“Shuddup,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

Clint tapped Steve’s hands to get his attention, his expression now serious. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He was already shaking his head. “No, that’s okay.”

“Let me rephrase that,” Clint insisted. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“Probably,” Steve sighed wearily. “But we just got back. You should go home, see your wife and kids.”

“I’ll leave in the morning,” Clint argued, his brows furrowed. “Right now, I’m not moving from this spot until you talk to me.”

After several long moments, Steve conceded. “We should probably sit down. This is going to take a while.”

TWO: CONEY ISLAND

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Summertime: One

Summary: With temperatures soaring into the triple digits, it was the hottest Summer on record, and people were taking advantage of the local pool. Steve Rogers, one of the lifeguards, kept a watchful eye on the crowds, ready to dive in at a moment’s notice. Bucky had just moved to Brooklyn, and began visiting the pool on a daily basis, catching the eye of Steve, the man that was built like a god.
Will their relationship be anything more than a summer fling?
Word Count: 1,883
Warnings for series: Language, m/m sexual content, angst, fluff, hate crimes, possibly more to come.
Author’s Note: Inspired by this GIFset by the talented @dailyevanstan GIF credit [x]

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Fuck, it was hot. Like, large beads of sweat running in rivulets down Steve’s sun-kissed skin, and all he was doing was sitting there, in the lifeguard’s chair, a large umbrella doing its best to shield him from the sun’s rays. He desperately wanted to join the crowd and dive into the pool, cool off, if only for a moment. Only problem was he was on the clock, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to drown, even if it meant getting to dive into the crisp blue water.

With a heaving sigh, he readjusted in the tall chair and forced himself to focus. There was a group of five toddlers playing on the splash pad, a slightly larger group of about seven teenage girls that were giggling about something, several senior citizens were moving about the shallow end of the pool, and a herd of elementary school aged children had just been let loose from the minivan across the street. It was going to be one crazy day. Not that Steve minded, not really. It helped keep him focused, kept him from worrying about the heat index and how high the humidity was climbing.

Wanda, another lifeguard, caught his eye and rolled her eyes as she slouched in her chair, pretending to be unconscious. Steve laughed at her display, only looking away when she was ‘conscious’ again. Her brother, Pietro had just clocked in, climbing up to his seat, and blowing out a heavy breath. The consensus was in; it was fucking hot.

Several hours later and dripping wet, Steve stepped down just as the site’s newly appointed manager, Peter Quill, exited his air conditioned office.

“Think fast,” Peter called out, throwing a water bottle at Steve.

Steve caught it easily in his left hand and had the top twisted off a split second later. With four pulls, the bottle was empty and tossed into the recycling bin.

“Thanks, boss,” Steve panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“No problem, man,” he said as he tossed one up to Pietro. “You guys are sweating bullets out here. Gotta keep you hydrated.”

“Yeah, it’s almost a health risk being out here.”

Peter nodded in agreement. “If it were up to me, I’d close it up and send you guys home.”

Steve caught movement as someone stepped out of the men’s locker room. “Ye- yeah, that would be nice.”

The new arrival had a head full of chestnut hair that had been kissed by the sun, streaking caramel throughout the strands. He had this urge to drive his hand through it, grip the strands tight, and angle his head back as they kissed. Then there were the wide shoulders, thick biceps, and a waist that begged to have Steve’s legs wrapped around them.

Steve must have made a noise or something, because Peter was suddenly in his line of sight, wearing a wicked smirk. “See something you like, Rogers?”

“What? I… I mean…-” his voice trailed off as the man dropped the towel that was around his waist.

He was wearing a confident smile as he looked around, his eyes almost instantly finding Steve’s. After shooting Steve a wink, he dove into the water, and goddamn, was it a sight to behold.

“You should go talk to him,” Peter offered, one of his shoulders shrugging.

Steve watched as the man swam the length of the pool, admiring the way his muscles flexed. “Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Who cares, man.”

“I’m on the clock,” he continued to argue weakly. What he really needed was someone to tell him to get his ass back up in the chair, to focus on the task at hand; making sure nobody drowns.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun,” he muttered before walking away to hand Wanda the last bottle.

Steve stood there for several more minutes, debating with himself about what he should do. When Wanda called out to him, saying she needed a break, his mind had been made up for him.

For Bucky, besides a cold shower, nothing beat the heat like swimming, and as luck would have it, there was an water park several blocks from his apartment. So, after a long day of unpacking, he threw a towel, a pair of dark trunks, and some shampoo into a bag, and headed out.

With the heat constantly climbing, he figured the place would be crowded, and sure, there were quite a few people there, but nothing like he expected. That could have had something do with how late in the afternoon it was. Either way, Bucky was glad he found the place.

As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, he could feel someone watching him. Not to sound too cocky, but it was a feeling Bucky was somewhat used to. Both men and women seemed to appreciate the way Bucky looked, and he was perfectly fine with that. Well, if he was being honest, he wished more men paid attention to him.

He stood there for a moment, the smell of chlorine making him smile happily, his eyes roaming around, almost instantly landing on the sparkling gaze of a man that looked like a god. His blonde hair was shining in the sun, his tanned shoulders were wide enough that Bucky had no doubt the man had to turn to the side whenever he walked through a doorway. Then there was his chest and stomach, the well-defined muscles twitching in a tantalizing way, but that wasn’t what made Bucky’s mouth water. The man’s shoulder-to-waist ratio was insane.

If Bucky hadn’t needed to cool off before, he definitely needed to do now. He couldn’t help but wink at the man whose name he didn’t know, but damn it, he’d find out later. Bucky dove into the water, internally sighing as the cool water enveloped him. He stayed busy, swimming the length of the pool a handful of times before finally emerging, gasping at the humid air.

In the deep end, with his arms on the ledge, he gazed around, searching for a sign of the mystery man. It only took a couple of moments before Bucky found him, sitting in a tall chair, the whistle between his lips, scolding a group of teenage girls that had pushed a heavier set girl off the edge. That girl was now hanging onto the ledge and crying.

God, he wanted to go over there and show those real life Mean Girls a thing or two, but the slim redhead that was seated across the pool was already on it. Bucky snorted in amusement as the woman’s eyes narrowed and the girls cowered.

The very same group of teenage girls that had been giggling mere minutes ago had just pushed someone into the pool, and now, they were laughing about it, calling the other girl cruel names. Steve was seething as he blew the whistle.

What is wrong with people?

“You think that’s okay to do?” he hollered as he descended his seat. He rushed over to the ledge the girl was clinging to and helped her out.

Wanda climbed out of her seat and stormed over, rage in her eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” one of the girls said.

“It was fun,” the obvious ringleader declared. If she thought Wanda was going to back down, she was sorely mistaken.

“How would you like it if someone did that to you?” she demanded to know, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Better yet, how would you like to get banned from this place for the rest of the summer?”

The one girl rolled her eyes. “You don’t have the authority to do -”

“You think you’re the shit because a handful of people at your school are afraid of you? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, in the real world, you’re nothing special,” Wanda snickered.

Steve had gotten the girl, Sarah, calmed down, and she was now sitting by her parents. He jogged over to Wanda, glaring at the small group of girls. After seeing him arrive, they started smiling, as if whatever Wanda had just said would be forgotten if they flirted with him.

“Don’t even bother,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You ladies are done here. Get your things and get out.”

“You can’t do -”

“They sure as hell can,” announced Peter, a look of disgust on his face.

One of the girls rolled their eyes and made a demand. “I want to speak to your manager.”

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it. Okay, okay, I get it.” Peter turned around ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat before facing the group once more.

“How can I be of assistance?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“Let’s go, Brit,” a girl to the right said meekly.

With her eyes narrowing behind her large-framed sunglasses, Brit scoffed. “This isn’t over.”

“Oh, but it is,” Peter shot back. “Do you need help gathering your things?”

Steve could hear her teeth gnashing together as the muscle in her jaw flexed. “I got it.”

Wanda waited until the group of girls were escorted into Peter’s office before saying anything. “Bitches be crazy.”

Steve laughed heartily at that, his head thrown back, his hand on Wanda’s almost fragile looking shoulder. “They sure are, Wan.”

“Speaking of crazy bitches…” It was their idea of an inside joke, that Steve, ‘I’m bisexual, but I like men more,’ Rogers hadn’t had a girlfriend since high school because they were all crazy ass bitches.

Steve followed her line of sight, where a certain brunette was pulling himself out of the pool.

“You should go say hi,” she finished, her voice light and teasing.

“That’s two votes,” he murmured. “You got this, then?”

Wanda gave him a wink, and he knew that if they weren’t working, she’d give him a playful smack on the ass. “Go get yourself a man, Steve.”

Steve held his breath as he moved across the water park. He was just about to say something when the man before him turned around, his azure eyes sparkling in the light.

“Hi,” he breathed, his voice washing over Steve like velvet, smooth and rich.

“Hi,” Steve managed to say, hoping his hammering heart couldn’t be heard. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

Really, Steve? You couldn’t come up with anything better?

“I just moved into town,” he explained. “Finally got everything unpacked and felt like cooling off a bit.”

“I was born and raised here. So, if you need help finding the best burger in town, I’m your guy.”

The smirk pulled at his lips. “I’m going to take you up on that.”

“Yeah?” Steve coughed out. “When were you looking to go out?”

“Is tonight too soon?” he asked, his eyes flashing.

“Hell no. I mean, I should probably get your name first,” Steve said with a wink, his hand held out.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance at himself, he slid his hand into Steve’s. “I’m Bucky.”

“I’m Steve,” he purred. “You want me to put my number in your phone?”

“It’s in my locker.”

Unable to keep from smiling, Steve gestured his hand towards the door. “Lead the way.”

TWO

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Three Strikes & You’re Out (Part 6): Homerun

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Title: Three Strikes & You’re Out (Part 6): Homerun

Author: Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?

Part 6: Bucky realizes that his new position with the Yankees is forcing him to keep secrets and he doesn’t like it. Steve goes to Bucky’s new apartment for dinner.

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The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Gamora, Nebula

Word Count: 2853

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, m/m sex, m/m anal sex, smut, STUCKY SEX (please don’t yell at me if you weren’t expecting it)

Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. If you do not want to be tagged in my Stucky fics, please send me an ask or a message and I will make sure you aren’t tagged in any Stucky. Thank you to my lovely besties for your undying love and support.

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JFC yeeeheeeheeeessssss.

Three Strikes & You’re Out (Part 5): Change Up

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Title: Three Strikes & You’re Out (Part 5): Change Up

Author: Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?

Part 5: Steve and Bucky spend the day together.

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The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

Word Count: 1879

Warnings: explicit language, almost smut, lots of m/m kissing,

Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. As always, if you do NOT want to be tagged in my Stucky fics, shoot me a message or an ask and I’ll remove you. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for helping me and encouraging me, and for just being you.

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Damnit, Bucky! Gotta be reasonable at a time like that. 😍