I Am In Desperate Need Of A Bucky

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The Surrogate [pt.3]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.

There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.

“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”

“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”

“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.

“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.

“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”

“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”

Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.

“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”

Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.

“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”

“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”

“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.

“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”

“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”

Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”

“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”

“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”

You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.

“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”

You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.

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18 weeks later

You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.

“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.

“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.

You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.

“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.

“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.

He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.

“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”

His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.

You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.

When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.

“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.

“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.

“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.

“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”

“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.

“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.

You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.

“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”

With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.

“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”

“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”

He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.

“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”

“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”

You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.

“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”

“I promise, now let’s go.”

The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.

“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”

“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.

“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.

You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.

“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.

“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.

“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”

“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.

“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”

“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”

“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”

Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”

She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”

“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”

You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.

“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”

“It’s not too bad right now.”

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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”

“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”

“I heard that.”

“Sorry!”

You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.

“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.

You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.

Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.

“What the fu-“

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Fucking shit I LOVED THIS FIC IM SO SAD THAT I FINISHED IT SO FAST

I’m fucking crying it’s 2 am I’m extra sensitive I hate this I gonna miss this bucky

Hands That Heal - The Finale

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You get your happy ending. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, fluff Word count: 1166

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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Two Years Later

You were never going to get used to the Louisiana heat, this was your second summer in the Pelican State but it didn’t seem any easier than the first one. Sweltering heat or not, moving away from New York and getting a fresh start was the best decision you ever made. You missed the visits to Greenwood Cemetery but thanks to Bucky’s work there were still enough sudden trips up north that you visited your parents and Steve.

“Babe, I got a surprise for you.”

You looked up from the engine you were working on and found Bucky at the entrance to the garage the close knit community had built for you. You needed something to keep your hands busy and the small town didn’t have a real mechanic, it was win-win. You didn’t charge the locals after their generosity but you still had a fanbase of people willing to ship their cars to you and that was more than enough to cover the losses.

Wiping your hands on a rag you squinted at the look on his face, he was unable to hide his excitement but he desperately tried to. He was practically dragging you out the second you were in his reach and you heard Sam somewhere in your yard. Your eyebrows were knitted with confusion as Bucky clamped his hands over your eyes and your walking slowed to a crawl.

“Keep going.” Bucky urged impatiently. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

“Can’t you just tell me where we are go- was that a dog?” You froze as you heard a bark up ahead and Sam’s hushed whispers.

“Surprise…”

Bucky withdrew his hands and Sam was fighting against a huge Rottweiler that looked like it was crossed with a Bull Mastiff. His colouring was just like Benny and you could feel your eyes pricking with the start of tears.

“I told you I should have asked her first.” Bucky said, suddenly unsure of himself as he saw your reaction. “I can take him back to the rescu-”

“No!” You gasped as you took a step towards him. “I want him, he’s mine.”

Bucky chuckled with relief and wiped the stray tear away. “Let him go, Sam.”

Sam looked doubtful as he struggled to keep hold of the leash but eventually let go and your dog bolted straight for you. It was almost like he knew you would be his mom as he bounded into your arms, your laugh filling the air as you were knocked to the ground and he rolled over playing.

“You’re gonna be a good boy aren't you.” You smothered him with kisses as he took a seat on your legs and you lifted up his collar to see his name. “Noble. That’s a strong name. You like that name?”

He barked as if to concur and you got up after hefting him off your lap to find Sam laughing to himself. “Barnes and Noble.”

“See, he was meant to join this family.” You said as you looked into Bucky’s eyes, once again amazed at everything he did.

“Phew, I am out of here. Noble, c’mere boy, your mom and dad have their sexy eyes on.” Sam called as he started to make his way back to his truck but Noble stayed firmly planted by your side. “I do not need to see cyborg getting freaky.”

“Bye Sam!” Bucky called without breaking eye contact with you, the intensity leaving you weak at the knees.

The second the truck began to make its way down the drive Bucky was on the attack, his lips connecting with yours and tongue taking dominance as he guided you blindly to the house. You knew the path to your room without needing to look, your hand blinding reaching behind you for the brass doorknob and twisting it. The door crashed open at Bucky’s haste but you would worry about the potential hole in the drywall later, right now you were struggling to get his belt unbuckled.

“Open this before I cut the damn thing off you.” You ordered as you broke away from his kiss.

He smirked and tore through the leather with his vibranium hand, his hands pushing the looser material down his legs and pulling you back flush with his body. His warm hand cupped your cheek and his cool arm wrapped around your waist as he began to slowly sway you to some inaudible music, his eyes staring around the room as he fell into his thoughts. “Barnes, y/l/n and Noble doesn’t really sound the same.”

“Not quite.” You chuckled, kind of thrown by the change of pace but happy to just dance half naked with him.

“I can fix it.” He said sweetly in your ear before pulling away and going to his gun safe in the closet.

“Jesus, you don’t have to take me out of the picture.” You joked as he opened the metal vault and reached behind the weapons to a black box.

“You’re not funny.” He said fighting a smile as he turned around with the box looking tiny in his large hand and dropped to his knee in front of you. “This would be much easier, less paperwork, no life insurance claim…”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, the sound of your giggle dying off as you took in the unique ring. “It’s beautiful. Is it vibranium?”

He nodded as he pulled it out of the pillow it was nestled in. “It’s actually made from a panel that got damaged last year.”

You remembered it well, it was the first time you had seen him come home from a mission hurt and he had needed to go to Wakanda so Shuri could repair the damage to his arm.

“It’s a piece of you.” You whispered as you reached out to touch it but he pulled it away.

“You showed me that broken things can be saved.” He said as he took your left hand and held the ring over the tip of your ring finger. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, doll. Will you marry me?”

Your lips were trembling and words failed you, you wanted to tell him all the reasons you had fallen for him but all you could do was nod. And that was enough. He slid the black and gold vibranium ring onto your finger, kissing it’s final resting place before catching you as you crashed into his chest.

“I don’t want to wait.” You said as you looked at your ring over his shoulder and thought of all the terrible things that had happened in just the last decade alone. “I can’t wait, Bucky. I've waited a lifetime for you and I don't know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Oh god I love you" His strong arms lifted you off the ground as he spun around with bright eyes and a wide grin. "And, Rev Lockwood owes me a favour so...”

"Let's do this."

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Hands That Heal - Ch. 1

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

A few background details before we start as they will come into the story throughout: You are a mechanic, you were blipped, your ex is a biker in a 1% gang, your father served as a marine with Chip and Dale - fraternal twins who are like weird uncles to you.

Summary: Bucky is looking for someone to repair his motorcycle but ends up finding something better.  Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. Word count: 3266

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

The garage was busier than usual and you had barely stopped to take a break all day and it had left you cranky. The banter between the guys had been getting on your nerves, you were working hard and they were just milling about, smoking and cat calling any woman who walked past the open roller doors. Rolling out from under the chassis of a mint green ‘66 Shelby Cobra, you got up off the creeper and grabbed a wing nut that was lying around before tossing it at Chip’s head

“She’s younger than your daughter, you creep.” You chastised as he whistled to a girl in the local high school uniform.

“Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” Dale laughed before holding his fist up to Chip to bump.

A disgusted growl erupted from your throat as you grabbed a torque wrench off the top of your tool box and watched their hands drop. They murmured apologies as they dispersed back to the cars and motorcycles they were meant to be working on. Metal clattered as you tossed the wrench back in your box and grabbed a bottle of water from the small bar fridge that was about 20 years past its prime and probably a fire risk.

You didn’t have time to even run across the street and get a pie from the bakery with the amount of cars that were piling up. Your reputation as the go-to person for high end cars and high spec motorbikes had spread far and wide, with people even flying their cars to your shop in the Bronx for repairs. Ignoring your grumbling tummy you laid back down on the creeper with the parts you had just collected and disappeared beneath the grimey undercarriage.

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Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

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What Didn’t Kill Me (Made Me Stronger)

Imagine being kidnapped at a young age and then returned to your family some years later after being rescued. Only difference is that you’re not the same as you once were.

Words: 8.8K Author’s Note: Very brief crossover here with Marvel here and there. This is going to take place the summer before Teen Wolf’s senior year, but all the drama they went through their final year doesn’t happen. It’s a normal year. Well.. somewhat normal.

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Sweeter than Sugar

Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.

Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.

A/N II: @star-spangled-bingo 2021 Squared filled: Curtain fic and @gotnofucks Body positivity challenge

"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.

You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.

You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.

Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.

His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.

Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.

Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.

That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.

Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.

According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he can’t look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.

You’ve spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.

You don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.

Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if he’s being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.

Give you so many things.

Starting with your own custom-made pastry.

“Here, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,” his deep voice lowering to a near moan.

He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. You’ve never tasted anything that wonderful.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you gasp, leaning forward for more. “I-that’s so good! Can I have another?”

He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.

Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. “What do you want to drink?”

“What do we have?” You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.

It’s hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.

Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear it’s been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he can’t get enough of you.

You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. “Buc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,” you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.

Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He can’t remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. “That’s my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,” he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.

Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until you’re gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.

“One more?” he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.

Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. “No. Oh no. Bucky, I can’t, I really can’t, I’m not sure I can handle any more.” You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me until I can’t walk.”

A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. “Peach,” he mumbles shyly like he just didn’t spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.

Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if he’s aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.

“You’re filthy,” you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.

“You taste better than my pies,” he retorts. “I could eat you all day, every day.”

“Tomorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.”

His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. He’s been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.

He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. “Who would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.” Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.

Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. “One second.” He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. He’s never sounded like that before.

You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“Just gonna turn the lights off first.” The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.

You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. “Why?”

Bucky swallows, “no reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.”

Bucky’s admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.

Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. “Bucky, look at me.” He immediately follows your soft command. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. “No, no, you’re perfect! It’s me. I don’t wanna disappoint you.” His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. “I know I’m fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you don’t have to look at me. “

You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. “Why wouldn’t I want to look at you?,” you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.

He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, “I look different with my clothes off.”

You crane your head back, “I love your belly, it’s perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?”

Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “My ex, Moxie- “

Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.

Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.

He hadn’t noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.

He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didn’t notice the way she glared at him.

Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby, I can’t- “

Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. “Are you serious?”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Um, what?”

“Um, what,” she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. “You know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?”

Moxie sighed, “can you put on your shirt back on or something because that- “she gestured at him “-is disgusting” She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.

A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. “Moxie,” he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.” She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.

“Either lose the weight or I’ll fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, “can you go somewhere else, I don’t want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.”

His mouth floundered open, but he couldn’t speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.

Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.

What did he do wrong?

He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.

Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.

He kicked her out the next morning.

Much to Moxie’s surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.

Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesn’t fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.

The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.

He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.

“I thought she loved me but--“ he sighs, “--I don’t want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -”

You’ve never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.

Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. “Bucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, you’re beautiful and I love everything about you.”

You silence his objections with another kiss. “I mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You don’t need to change anything.”

Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. You’re not her, you won’t hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, “you have no idea how sexy you are, honey.”

You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. He’s ridiculously handsome and you’re going to prove it to him.

You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.

His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.

Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.

He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. “That’s it Peach, you’re so good,” He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet I’m ready breathed into his mouth.

Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.

He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything he’s giving you.

That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.

You don’t have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.

Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.

“Bucky,—” you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, “—oh fuck, do that, do that again,” you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“That it Peach, is that what you need.” He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, “Go on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.”

You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Bucky’s pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.

He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. “I love you Peach.”

“Love you too,” you respond, plotting all the ways you’re going to let him know how much he means to you.

After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him.

The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. “Peach, you don’t have to, I mean I’m-” he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.

It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his eyes before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.

While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldn’t even scream his name.

After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.

“C’mon Peach, don’t you start-” he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying pan turning off the stove as he braces himself.

You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldn’t contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. “God I love you Peach.”

Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.

You’ve never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.

The more he celebrates, the more he’s giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, he’s close to going feral in front of all his guests.

Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. You’re laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.

“You know I’ve known Buck my whole life and I’ve never seen him this happy.” Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. “Thank you for that. He’s been through a lot and you’re the best thing that happened to him.”

Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. “I mean it, even though he’s getting on my last nerve talking about you.“

Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. “God, the man never shuts up, and I’m this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-“

He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. “What the fuck is she doing here?”

You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. “Who are you talking about?”

“Moxie,” Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. “White dress by the bar.”

You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didn’t want to slam her face into the wall.

She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. “Hey, long time no see.”

Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. “Why are you here?”

She laughs, patting his shoulder. “I’m here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.”

“Really?” you question, keeping your voice light and even.

Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.

Don’t ruin your man’s event. Don’t ruin your mans’ event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.

“So I heard you two are doing really well.” She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steve’s suit. “Really well.”

Steve flicks her fingers off him, “We are. No Bucky’s not lonely. He doesn’t miss you. He’s very happy. With her.”

Moxie’s polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. “You go near my Bucky and I’ll rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.”

She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. “Don’t look at me, I still don’t fuck losers, but I’ll call if you if that changes.”

You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.

“Whatever, I don’t need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.” She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.

You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.

You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.

A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what you’re going to do to little Ms. Moxie.

You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. “Hey hey, I know what you’re thinking, and no.”

Before you can say anything, he’s pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until it’s nearly sloshing over the sides. “If you’re going do it, you gotta do it right.”

You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.

“Hey Moxie,” you call out. She turns around and you ‘trip’ over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.

“Oops, gosh, I am so clumsy,” you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.

Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. “I got you, darling.”

He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away “a little club soda will get that right out,” he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.

He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his façade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.

“And you can find some at the drugstore down the street.” He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.

You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.

Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. “No one fucks with Bucky.”

"No one."

Neither you nor Steve realizes Bucky saw the whole thing. He ducks back into the kitchen, clutching the tray of Cannelés to his chest. For weeks after the breakup, he had rehearsed what he was going to say that next time he came face to face with Moxie.

But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.

Loving him unconditionally.

And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.

Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.

And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.

He’ll risk it.

Happiness and Hair Ties (Drabble)

Pairing: Wakanda Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, goats

Summary: just straight fluffy goodness

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! If you want any fic written please comment it and I will write it!

Bucky blew his hair out of his face for the 100th time. He was out trying to take care of the goats. Steve the goat was head butting his leg of course, that goat was always trying to start fights, hence Bucky naming him Steve. You were watching out the window of the hut you shared, laughing softly as your boyfriend struggled.

“Jamie, come ‘ere baby, let me help ya,” he waltzed over to where you had walked outside. “Help with what doll?” You pulled a hair tie off your wrist. “Turn around Jamie, it’ll keep your hair outta your face while ya take care of the goats.” He turned around and let you put up his hair. You decided on a bun, one, because you thought it would do the job, and two, because you knew it would be hella hot, and you were right, it was.

“Thanks doll, wanna read in the grass once I’m done?” You smiled at him, “sounds perfect, and I’ll make us a snack so we can have a picnic sorta thing.” Bucky put his one arm around you and gave your forehead a kiss, then headed out to the field to finish with the goats.

You went back inside and made a few types of sandwiches and cut them into pieces. You grabbed the books you and Bucky were currently reading and you headed out to the field. Bucky had just finished and picked a spot for you two. “Doll! Over here!” Your face lit up, “Jamie! I comin’!” You skipped over there and plopped down “heya baby,” you passed him his book and nuzzled into his neck. “I made sandwiches,” you informed him, showing off the sandwiches. He thanked you and took a piece.

After a little while a few of the goats got interested with you guys. You nudged Bucky, “Jamie look,” you pointed over to Diana the goat who was trying to ‘sneakily’ walk over to you. Bucky laughed, “I guess they want some pets, huh?” He called over the goats but only Steve and Diana came over, the rest continued eating the grass. Diana sat down in your lap, you scratched her head and continued reading. Steve on the other hand kept head butting Bucky’s hand that kept trying to pet him. Eventually he settled down though and took a nap. Once Steve fell asleep, Bucky did the same. You looked over and saw him asleep, it was then you really took in the situation.

You and Bucky, both of you torn apart by the war, tortured by Hydra, forced into doing things against your will. Somehow escaping, and meeting each other again. Everything you both had been through, always fighting in some battle, even before WW2 when you guys were saving Steve, and fighting for your rights as a woman, defying the gender norms.

But now, you both, sitting in peace, finally free, no battles, no one to tell you what to do, just you two, and the goats, together.

AN: alright, I think this might be one of my favorite fics I’ve written, so I am definitely going to do more fluffy, Wakandan Bucky fics, with the goats of course

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Born In Flames || Chapter Four

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of guns, human trafficking, drugs, and blood.

Word Count: 2,653

Authors Notes: Kinda curious to see what you guys think of this one! If you want to be tagged, send a message or ask or else it will probably be ignored.

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A week had gone by since that fateful shooting. Every little sound had started to rattle you when you were at home. Work was the only place you were distracted enough, but it did take a couple of days. You had given Bucky a couple of long sleeved tees that had the bar’s logo on them and told him to change, considering he was the only one in the bar looking less like a drinker and more like a mobster. Your boss came to understand why he was there and allowed it, even throwing some food his way while Bucky waited for your shift to end.

The morning after the shooting, you found your car missing. You were just about to head back inside and cry into your pillow before Bucky grabbed your hand and led you to a sleek black car. He reassured you that your car was being taken care of and that this one would get the two of you around. You took his word for it, even letting him drive.

The relationship between you two was slowly leaving the side of hatred and more of just convenience. Bucky was pretty understanding about you wanting to keep up with talking to Miss Liz, but he kept a close eye. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn Liz was trying to flirt with him. It was cute, actually. You often found yourself out in the living room earlier than usual, due to the nightmares. Bucky would check in and softly push you awake, but would leave once you were awake. He knew what it was like to have nightmares every night. It wasn’t just about being in combat or losing his arm. Being in the mafia had its disadvantages, one being that he saw the face of his victims every time he closed his eyes. His were less screaming and crying and more sweating and mumbling.

He had decided to wear tees around the apartment, trying to show that he was making a step to be more comfortable around you. You didn’t hide that you hated the suit and ties, but you also didn’t force him to show the arm. He did that on his own.

Currently the two of you were sitting in the living room. Bucky was looking over the cameras through his phone that were placed around the street by some of your fathers men while you worked on your laptop. It was another day off and you were a bit too scared to try going out and shopping again, so you had things delivered instead.

Bucky’s phone started to go off and he answered it. “Boss.”

Oh great, it’s dad.

He was quiet for a moment, though you couldn’t quite make out what was being said on the other side. He glanced over to you and said a soft “we’ll be there” before hanging up.

“We?” You leaned up in your seat, setting the laptop down.

“Looks like they may have caught those men who shot at us,” Bucky stood and slid the phone in his pocket. “He wants us to go to the warehouse so you can identify them. Guess the guy is saying it wasn’t him,” he muttered and rolled his eyes.

You brought your hand up to your ear, fingers brushing over the scabbed over wound. It wasn’t as painful anymore. But then it hit you, the warehouse.

“Are you serious? I’ve never been allowed in there. I don’t even think my mom was,” you frowned, looking over at him.

Bucky shrugged. “That’s what he said. I don’t think he’ll have you stay for the aftermath. We just need to make sure it was really him. You did get a good look, right?”

You nodded gently, unable to forget the faces of the men. “They only got one?”

“For now,” Bucky walked past you and headed into his room to change.

It seemed you probably should do the same.

You went simple, just a pair of black jeans and a tank. Much different than the outfit you last saw your father in. You pulled your hair up into a ponytail just in case another shootout happened. Hair flying in your face was not so fun last time.

Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off you the whole drive. He let you pick the music and watched as you slid down lower in your seat. Had one near death experience really caused you to be this scared? You kept asking yourself that.

The anxiety didn’t go away as Bucky pulled up to the warehouse half an hour later. It was in an industrial area, one with quite a few abandoned buildings. This one you knew was used for…less than savory things. A lot of blood had been spilt inside. You remember seeing someone hobbling out with his face beaten in when you were about ten. That was the first time you knew something was up.

“You ready?” Bucky asked softly, worried about your state of mind as you stared at the building in front of you.

“Do I have a choice?” You retorted, though you sighed. “Sorry I just…yeah. I’m ready,” you muttered and got out of the car.

Bucky led you inside and immediately the smell of iron hit you. Years of blood without being properly sanitized. No wonder you were never allowed in it. You stayed close to Bucky, your hand brushing along his gloved one. He didn’t mind, as long as you were able to help now.

Pushing a door open, you froze when you saw the scene before you.

Your father sat in one chair, looking as much of a mafia boss as ever. About ten feet from him sat a man tied to a chair, head lulled to the side. One of the men standing had his jacket off and sleeved rolled up, blood trickling down his knuckles from punching the other guy.

“Ah, good. You’re here. Dear, can you tell me if this was the guy?” Your father asked.

Frowning, you slowly walked in and kept your distance from the man bleeding in the chair. He coughed before leaning his head up and that’s when you sighed.

“Yeah, it’s him. He was with another guy. Bald, bigger nose, sort of looked like a taller Danny Devito,” you spoke, crossing your arms.

Bucky left your side and walked beside the bleeding man in the chair. Squatting down for a moment, he moved the guys tied up hands before standing.

“It’s him. I got a good shot on his hand and that’s what made them retreat I think,” Bucky walked back over to stand by your side. “Pierce’s guy?”

Your father nodded, his own arms crossed as he stayed in the chair. “Believe so. Just need to figure out why they’re targeting you unless it’s just to get to me,” he looked over at you and you rolled your eyes slightly but said nothing.

“I won’t tell you shit,” the bloodied man finally spoke, groaning when another punch was landed. “You should kill me now, but there will be more. There will always be more. We’ll get that little whore just like we did her mother,” he yelped when a second punch was thrown.

Your eyes widened, though you knew it couldn’t have been true. It was cancer. You knew it was. You saw how sick she had gotten in the end. Looking back to your father, Michael nodded at the man and immediately a gun was pulled out and he shot the man point blank.

You yelped and turned away, covering your mouth.

Now you wished you had never stepped foot in the warehouse. Bucky groaned and wrapped an arm around you, leading you out. He wanted to yell at Michael, to tell him that he had just traumatized you once again, but he couldn’t exactly fight his boss. So he decided to move you away instead. You let him lead you out to the car, but once you were inside, the flood gates opened and Bucky was left with a terrified version of you that he only saw briefly before.

Getting in the driver's seat, he waited to turn the car on. “I wish he hadn’t done that,” he whispered, glancing over to you.

You wiped at your eyes, trying to catch your breath. “This is…why I wanted out. Couldn’t he have waited until I was gone!?” You gasped, but it wasn’t working.

Bucky frowned and leaned over the console of the car. He took your face in his hands, being gentle but also demanding. “Look at me. Hey, right here,” he pointed at his own eyes, waiting until you met them. He kept the hold on your face as he spoke. “It was better him than you. It’s going to be okay. It’s…not easy to see whether it’s the first one or the hundredth. I know this because I still see them all. Just…try to breathe,” he spoke. He took deep breaths as you followed, doing it until your tears had stopped and you were able to stop shaking.

“What did he mean…about my mom?” You muttered, watching as Bucky’s hands left your face.

“I don’t know. I swear I don’t,” he shook his head, equally as confused as you were. He didn’t know what it meant and he needed to find out.

“Promise me, you’ll tell me if you find something out?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

Bucky took your hand and squeezed it softly. “I promise.”

Three hours later, Bucky found you sitting in the living room on the floor with a bunch of photo albums beside you.

Birthdays, vacations, school photos. Scrapbooks both you and your mother had made over the years. Scrapbooks that seemed to mainly include you and her, with rare appearances from your father.

Bucky took a seat beside you with a raised eyebrow. “What’s this?” He asked, leaning to the side a little.

“My second birthday. Complete with a Little Mermaid cake. Of course dad isn’t in these either,” you muttered, scooting closer for him to see.

Photos of you smashing a little cake with your face, white icing and chocolate cake smushed in every crevice. You looked happy, carefree, ready to take on the cake and the world.

“I take it your dad wasn’t around for big things?” Bucky asked, surprised a father wouldn’t even be there for his kid’s birthday.

“Not often. Sometimes. He came to my graduation and some early birthday parties but that’s about it. Hell, I couldn’t even get him to a choir show when I was in middle school. Mom was my biggest supporter,” you ran your fingers over a photo of your icing handprint on her cheek, smiling at the camera. “She made sure everything was okay.”

Bucky smiled but then furrowed his brow. “Can I?” He asked, holding his hand out.

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded and handed him the scrapbook.

“You said your second birthday? Do you have any from your first?” He asked, making you wonder.

“No, I’m not sure why but I don’t have any from then. I have a couple baby pictures but not many actually. Why?” You asked, tilting your head.

Ever so carefully, Bucky pulled one photo out of the slot and looked at it closer. “Do you know this man?” He asked, pointing to a guy in the background.

“No, not that I can remember,” you shrugged.

Bucky pulled out another, pointing to him again. This time his arms were around your mother.

You took the photo and tilted your head. How did you not see that before? You were in the forefront, face clean and opening a gift. In the back, you mom looked to be cuddling with another guy.

“Yeah, I have no clue who that is,” you handed it back.

“That would be the boss of the man that was just killed holding your mom like they were together.”

Your eyes stared at Bucky for a few moments before you were able to find words.

“I’m sorry, what?” You took the photo back and looked it over again.

“Alexander Pierce. He’s another mafia boss that had his hands dipped in a little of everything. Guns, drugs, even illegal animal trading. Pretty sure he’s been involved in human trafficking too but we haven’t been able to find enough evidence. What I want to know is why your mom was cozying up to this guy,” Bucky explained. Setting the photo to the side, he began to look through the rest of the photos.

You sat quiet beside him. Your parents didn’t have a pristine relationship by any means but you could never remember a time where they broke up. And your mom was never the type to cheat no matter how bad things got. She was loyal and kind.

You leaned against Bucky’s arm as he looked, trying to piece things together in your mind. You heard Alexander’s name over the years but it was more about business. Your father having a meeting with him or the two of them making a deal. You weren’t exactly invited into the meetings themselves, nor do you ever remember meeting the guy in person.

Bucky tried to find more photos of him but it seemed those were the only two. Closing the book, he looked down at you with a soft sigh. “Can I do some digging? This is bugging me and I feel like you should know why,” he offered.

You hesitated. Did you want to know? Not exactly, not if it involved a man who did all of those terrible things, but you did want to know why the man talked about killing you like they did your mom.

“You can use my computer in your room, if you want. These are all of the scrapbooks I have though,” you moved the other five in front of him.

Bucky nodded and got up, helping you to your feet. “Do you want to stick around and help?”

You knew it wasn’t a good idea but it was better than sitting in front of the television, failing to distract yourself.

“C’mon,” you muttered, picking up the scrapbooks and following him into the room.

Bucky hadn’t done much with it. He hung up his more important suits while the rest of his items sat neatly in his bag. The dirty clothes were in a hamper you gave him to use. He really didn’t make a dent in showing he was there. Bucky took a seat in the chair as you sat cross legged on his bed.

“Do you have any theories?” You asked as you opened up another book, though this time you paid more attention to the details in the back.

“Not quite. Unless they caused your mother to get sick, but I still need to figure out why. Even if Pierce and Michael had a fallout of some kind, there would be no reason to hurt her and then wait all this time for you. It’s not as if you’ve made yourself completely invisible with the bartending and social media profiles. They obviously knew you were here if they sent him those photos. Keep looking through those for anything, even if you think it’s nothing.”

And that’s how the two of you were for the majority of the night. Bucky had his ways of scouring the Internet, but things kept popping up empty. You had shown him multiple photos but nothing ever clicked for him.

It was about 10:45pm when Bucky leaned back and frowned. “What was your mother’s maiden name again?”

“Hartley,” you looked up at him, having taken his pillows and put them beside you while you leaned back against the wall.

Bucky pushed the chair away from the computer.

A photo of a young Charlotte and Alexander sat on the screen.

A marriage announcement from two years before you were born.

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