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Bucky - "When You Love Someone, It's Worth Fighting For."

A/N: Some angsty and kinda sad Bucky for you guys! Yet again inspired by the prompt in the title. Featuring an appearance from best friend!steve.

You’d seen Bucky lose control before. The Winter Soldier was a rare occurrence now, the trigger words no longer had any hold over Bucky, but sometimes, in his sleep, when his defences were down, something would happen.

You’d known Bucky’s nightmares were a problem before you’d started dating him. More often than not he’d wake in a sweat, crying about some mission, some innocent he’d hurt. But, occasionally, he’d wake up, his eyes glazed over, Bucky no longer at the forefront and in control.

It had happened a few times. You’d wake to see him just sitting there, staring coldly at nothing in particular. You’d move slowly, softly saying his name, reminding him of little moments you’d shared, stories he’d told you of him and Steve, and eventually you’d have your boyfriend back.

Tonight was different.

You’d woken suddenly to a sharp pain in your ribs. You’d assumed it was simply Bucky struggling in his sleep but next thing you felt was a weight on top of you. Your eyes snapped open as you felt metal close around your neck. You inhaled sharply while you still could.

“Bucky,” you whispered, as calmly as you could. “Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N. Come back to me.”

When that didn’t seem to work, you forcefully pushed your body into him. In his moments confusion, you jammed your arm up towards his throat working a leg free and kicking him in the stomach before jumping out of bed and backing away from him.

“Bucky?” you asked hesitantly.

You got no response. The man before you simply stared down at his own hands. You edged closer.

“Bucky?”

“No,” he said flinching away from you.

“It’s ok, Bucky, everything’s ok.”

“No it’s not,” his breathing was laboured and he swatted your hand away as you reached out to him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Bucky-”

“No. I promised I’d never hurt you. I said this only worked as long as you were safe, and you’re not.”

“Bucky, stop it. I’m fine,” you tried to assure him. “This never happens, it was a one off, everything is ok.”

You tried reaching out again, hoping to get him back to bed, but he stood up forcefully.

“I could have killed you,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he fled from your room.

The moment he was gone, you broke down. The sobs shook your body as you curled up in a ball on the floor by your bed. The shock of what happened caught up to you as the aching in your ribs suddenly throbbed. You couldn’t get that horrified look on Bucky’s face when he realised what had happened out of you head.

Steve suddenly appeared at your door, probably alerted by the banging of the door, given the force Bucky threw it open with.

“Y/N?” he called rushing to your side. “What happened? Are you ok?”

You sniffed and looked up at him. You saw his eyes widen as he brought his fingertips up to brush your neck.

“That wasn't…” he trailed off, looking at the bruising in horror.

“It was the nightmares again,” you got out between sobs. “It’s never been that bad. And now I don’t know where he is, but he probably won’t come back.”

“Who is he?”

“Bucky. He’s Bucky again. He realised what had happened and ran.”

You broke down again. Steve pulled you into his chest as you tried to calm yourself again. 

“I don’t know what to do,” your voice small behind the sobs.

“You still love him?”

“Of course. That wasn’t him. Bucky would never knowingly hurt me.”

“When you love someone, it’s worth fighting for. No matter the odds,” Steve encouraged you.

“Help me find him, and we’ll see if we can’t get him help. We stopped the trigger, we’ll stop this too.”

You dried your eyes, sniffed a few times and looked up at Steve with new determination. “Let’s find him.”

— God is so obviously a man, so the Devil protects her sisters - c.k 

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Karen Hallion

Love is a Zoo

Bucky x Fem!Reader  

Imagine request: could do an imagine where reader like made a mistake and did something to Bucky and now he is mad at her. the avengers really need him to defeat this villan and so reader goes to him and apologizes but can it be the one Judy made to nick? Like especially the part where she was like: And… and after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you… and you can walk away knowing you were right all along.

Warnings: None.

Note: I LOVE ZOOTOPIA. The movie is adorable and I love writing. So BAM! Thank you for requesting, this is awesome. AND THIS IS MY 100TH POST GUYS HOLY GUACAMOLE I MADE THIS STORY EXTRA LONG.

You were very nervous, as you were about to make a statement for the Avengers in front of the press.

Bucky was standing next to you, keeping you company before you had to walk to the podium.

You tapped your foot on the ground anxiously and Bucky wrapped his real arm around you.

“You’ll do fine, don’t worry.” He assured you as he gave you a little squeeze on your shoulder.

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boy: I really hate it when girls--

me: I have literally never cared less about the ending of a sentence in my entire life.

The Last Cookie

Summary: Bucky eats the last cookie you had saved for yourself. This is just fun and silliness.

Word Count: 585

Contains: Fluff. Just fluff.

Pausing your video game, you get on your feet and make your way to the kitchen. You have kept a stash of cookies hidden away behind the refrigerator for the past week, slowly eating them and hoping no one would notice. You smile to yourself as you think of eating the last cookie you had saved for today, only to see Bucky crouching by the fridge, bringing what looks a lot like your cookie up to his mouth.

“Whoa! Whoa, Bucky!” you screech. “What are you doing?”

Bucky stops and smiles, straightening himself up. “I found this cookie. Gonna eat it.”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

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This way girls and boys can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

Imagine Becoming Best Friends With Peter, Despite Being On Team Cap

“Tony, I really didn’t want to do this,” Steve sighed. He looked up at you, and you jumped down from your perch in your own new suit, the force of your landing cracking the ground.

“Oh, come on, this was supposed to be my big idea,” Tony sighed.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged. With a surge of power, you launched yourself at Spider-Man- a familiar face to you from YouTube- and used your telekinetic field to throw him across the airport, stealing back Steve’s shield and tossing it to the soldier.

“Wow, that was awesome!” Spider-Man said, though he quickly recovered, “I mean…nice moves, but I don’t think you can keep up!”

“I’ve seen you swinging around the city, Bug Boy,” you smirked. “You may be able to handle street-level stuff, but I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me.”

“You’re from New York, too?” he asked, swinging out of your reach and trying to shoot you with webbing as you followed with precision and used your field to project the webbing away. “Is that a kinetic energy field?”

“Tactile telekinesis,” you grinned, “it’s super-fun. Almost like flying! So, really, where’d the whole Bug Boy thing come from? I’m curious.”

“Long story, radioactive spiders, I’d rather save it for a rainy day,” he said, managing to land a burst of webbing to your hand and sealing you to the ground. “I’m from Queens, what about you?”

“Manhattan!” you grinned, kicking him hard as Scott grew to giant size and you pulled your arm free. “We should hang out sometime!”

This, you could tell as he swung back around to try and hit you again, was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

(For Anon)

Watch Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 687 words

Warnings: Absolutely none. This is all fluff and cuteness. 

Request: Bucky sees the reader one day and follows the reader but keeps his distance and is to nervous to approach the reader but you notice and introduce yourself. Anonymous _______________________________________________________________________

You can feel his eyes like daggers in your back, but you don’t think he means harm. He’s been watching you clear tables all afternoon and you’ve dropped things several times throughout the day, because his stare makes you nervous. Every time you look his way he quickly looks at something else, but you’re confident that he is indeed looking at you. 

“How can I help?” you ask another customer but your mind is somewhere else; what would happen if you introduced yourself? You take down the order while you ponder the question. The worst thing that could happen is that he denies everything and you scare him off. 

“Mary, can I leave a bit earlier today?” you ask your boss wanting to talk to the man before he disappears.

“I don’t see why not. You take the finished orders out and you’re free to go,” Mary smiles. You thank her and hurry out with the last dishes before heading out back to change into your regular clothes. 

“Here goes nothing,” you mumble to yourself before heading outside. But when you get outside you notice that the man is gone. As if he was never there to begin with. 

“What the hell?” you ask yourself looking around. He couldn’t have just disappeared. He was there just a minute ago and the streets are too crowded for him to make a quick exit. You sigh as you begin to walk home. It’s a 30-minute walk and after 15 minutes of walking you feel his glare again. You turn around and notice him behind you. It’s starting to creep you out because he seems to want something from you. Why else would he be following you? Deciding to catch him in the act you turn around a corner and wait for him to follow. It doesn’t take long before you’re suddenly face to face with him. 

“Hi,” you breathe a little nervous. It’s starting to down upon you what you’re actually doing. He could be a stalker or something worse. 

“Hi,” he says a bit wondrous. It’s only now you notice that there’s something different about his arm. Is it silver? 

“I’m Y/N,” you say wanting to tread carefully. 

“That’s a pretty name,” he says and you wait a moment, but he doesn’t say more. He doesn’t introduce himself and you can’t help but wonder who he is. 

“Thank you,” you say blushing a little, “what’s your name?” 

“Bucky. I mean that’s just my nickname. I-My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” the tall man replies. You can’t help but laugh a little. 

“I like Bucky.” It’s quiet for a while. “Why have you been following me?”

“I just thought you were really beautiful. You are really beautiful,” he says stammering a little. You can’t help but find it adorable how shy he is. With his enormous arms and his tough exterior you’re surprised to learn that he’s practically a teddy bear at heart. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reply feeling your cheeks burning. Both of you stand there in awkward silence waiting for the other to say something. 

“Well, are you going to ask me out or not?” you ask feeling a little bold. You’ve clearly taken Bucky by surprise with sudden outburst. But he quickly recovers and smiles. 

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” he asks. 

“I don’t drink coffee,” you say deciding to tease him a little. You need to get him back for staring at you all day. He looks like a lost puppy because coffee is apparently the only idea he has. 

“I’m just joking. I’d love a cup of coffee,” you say laughing a little. He starts laughing himself as he realises your comment was meant as a tease. 

“Come on,” you say grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. You’re surprised at how bold you’re acting, but Bucky seems to give you confidence. And it doesn’t take you long to find a coffeehouse. Once inside and seated you can finally have a proper conversation with the gorgeous man in front of you. 

“Tell me about yourself.”

Silver & Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: This was basically inspired by the lovely works of Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien :)  shoutout to my lovie @danny-escobar for editing♡

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: none I guess

The view from Stark Tower was truly amazing, especially at night. The stars surrounded the moon, kissing the black velvet backdrop of the night sky. The view had come with your recruitment as an Avenger. You had been with the team for a few months now, but the view never got old.

“Can’t sleep?” You turned around, startled. Bucky stood against the door-frame, wearing a thin t-shirt that outlined his muscles. You blushed, but thankfully in the dark you couldn’t tell.

“I was just enjoying the view,” you said, turning back around. “It’s amazing up here.” Bucky chuckled and came to stand by you.

“It’s kind of dark out for a little ray of sunshine like you.”

Ever since you got recruited, the team had called you sunshine or a ray of sunshine because you refused to let other people bring you down. It was now a running joke, and it was Bucky’s favorite. You were somewhat close with Bucky. You often stayed up late together, and you even talked with him after one of his recurring nightmares. Every time you were around him, your heart would beat a little faster, which was seriously annoying.

“Maybe the dark needs a little light to balance it out.” You didn’t take your eyes off the sky, constellations glittering and winking at you. You could tell Bucky was looking at you, but you pretended not to notice.

“So if you’re the sun, what does that make me?” He leaned on the railing next to you, following your gaze up. You turn to look at him, and study his side profile. His jawline had more structure than your life, carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. The gentle slope of his nose, the way his cheekbone smoothed into the curve of his mouth, the sharp edge of his jaw giving way to a small dimple in his chin; it was all so beautiful. Bucky turned to look at you, and you became very aware that you were only a foot apart.

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