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AN: for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox event, day 13, “Anybody could be that guy.” Title derived from Goldfinger by Ian Fleming. Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics
WC: 300
Warnings: Stalking
Anybody could be that guy.
Or girl.
Bucky used to think that was the point.
The threat was always obvious in the movies. The guy lurking in shadows. The stranger who followed too closely. The face that set off alarms.
Real life wasn’t like that. No, real life looked normal.
Like you.
Bucky met you at the local farmer’s market. He was getting plums. You were comparing cantaloupes with comical seriousness.
The first time he notices something is off, he dismisses it.
You remember details: his favorite coffee order, the book he mentioned reading three months ago, the fact that he prefers the corner booth in the diner because he likes facing the entrance.
It’s odd but harmless. You’re harmless.
Then it happens again. And again. And again.
You make a throwaway comment and Bucky’s eyes narrow. “I don’t recall telling you that.”
You smile and look away. “Oh. Sam must’ve mentioned it.”
Sam definitely did not mention it.
A knot forms in Bucky’s stomach. Still, he ignores it. You’re the cute girl he met at the farmer’s market.
You’re harmless. Right?
Until the bookstore.
He’s browsing alone when he spots you across the aisle.
Coincidence.
Then he sees you again at the grocery store.
Coincidence.
Then at the park, then the hardware store, then the coffee shop near the waterfront.
Bucky shrugs it off again. Brooklyn isn’t that big.
The realization comes slowly, like watching a storm roll in from miles away.
You always seem surprised to see him. Always happy and friendly.
That’s what makes it worse - you’re not threatening, or angry, or demanding.
You’re just… there.
One evening Bucky returns home after a long day. The hallway is quiet as he unlocks his apartment. A folded piece of paper slips from beneath his door. His brows furrow. He picks it up and his pulse quickens as he reads what’s written.
The note contains only a single sentence.
I hope your shoulder feels better soon. Make sure to rest.
Bucky freezes.
Two days ago he’d injured it during training.
He hadn’t told anyone - not Sam, not Steve. Not even Dr. Raynor.
Slowly, he turns toward the peephole toward the hallway outside. It’s quiet. Maybe too quiet for comfort.
Anybody could be that guy.
Or girl.
And for the first time, Bucky realizes the person watching him isn’t hiding in the shadows. She’s been smiling at him the entire time.
AN: For @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Event, day 12: “I cannot stand the way you tease.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
Warnings: Stalker Bucky obvs; male masturbation.
The lights flick on in your apartment.
Across the street, hidden in the darkness of an adjacent rooftop, Bucky settles back against the concrete ledge.
The city hums around him with the sounds of traffic, sirens and people still out and about.
None of it matters.
His attention is fixed entirely on one illuminated window.
Your window.
A slow smile touches his lips when you appear.
You are home. Predictable. Exactly where you should be.
He watches you move through your evening routine: keys in the bowl by the door, shoes kicked off in the hallway. He waits a beat and sure enough, you’ve got the kettle on.
His gaze follows you as you leave the kitchen before disappearing into another a few moments later. The light of the adjacent room turns on.
It’s here where his heart races.
Your bedroom. He watches as you undress, tossing your day’s clothes in the hamper. You really shouldn’t undress with the shade drawn back. You pad around in just your undergarments until you pause to unhook your bra. Bucky’s cock stirs. You reach into your drawer and pull out a silky negligee. It’s soft - Bucky knows it is because he’s already touched it earlier in the day when he was inside your apartment.
A soft laugh escapes him and his smile widens.
“I cannot stand the way you tease.” The words are amused, as if you’re playing a game.
Inside, you’re completely unaware.
His fingers drum once against the notebook resting beside him. There are pages and pages filled with observations, dates, schedules, tiny details - pieces of a life he’s memorized.
Your life. His life. The distinction has become blurry over time.
His gaze never leaves your apartment. “I cannot stand the way you tease.”
Bucky watches as you rub lotion on your naked body. Peonies. The scent memory washes over him and he’s soon freeing his cock, stroking himself. The city wind tugs at his jacket and Bucky recalls the item in his pocket - your underwear from your hamper. He presses the gusset of your underwear to his face and then wraps it around his hand as he continues to fist himself.
One day you’ll stop looking at him like a stranger, like he’s just your neighbor.
One day you’ll understand.
The certainty settles warmly in his chest.
Terrifyingly warm. Terrifyingly certain.
One day you’ll realize he’s been there all along - everything you’ll ever need.
The thought makes him smile.
Bucky Barnes isn’t wondering if you’ll be his; he is only wondering when.
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18 and Of course Bucky~
<part15 ...
June 2026
by @navybrat817
📙 Drive You Home | comf | 12k | You’re Bucky’s favorite passenger. He knows your schedule by heart. The same day, time, and location. You’re kind. You talk to him like he’s more than just the man behind the wheel. You always tip well.
📙 Last Call | Bucky helps you out of the bar after a few drinks.
📙 Come Home | Bucky wants you to come home.
📙 it's all for you by @mwahforbucky | Your sweet neighbour harbours a crush on you and painfully watches you stay in a toxic relationship, he wishes he could be yours. He would treat you so well.
📙 eighteen hours. by @buckyseternaldoll | +18 | Weeks apart on separate missions leave you and Bucky Barnes aching, desperate, and one heartbeat away from unraveling. The reunion? Eighteen hours of pure, breathless release.
by @aquaticmercy
📙 Bucky Likes Your Tramp Stamp | he gets turned on when he finds out you have a tramp stamp
📙 Smug About It | Bucky Has a Praise Kink and You’re Smug About It
📙 Confessions by @mickimoo1409 | You and Bucky have been in an arranged marriage for a year and finally get the nerve to confess your feelings to each other.
📙 Drowned in You by @bees-library3 | +18 | After a disaster of a press conference, Bucky copes by fucking you in the shower.
📙 Patch you up by @multiversefanfics | After a mission gone sideways, Bucky is patching you up and some things are said and maybe taken the wrong way.
📙 the final act by @w1nter-fairy | +18 | 10k | Loving Bucky Barnes was never supposed to happen. He was older, off-limits; but stolen nights turn into something neither of you can't ignore and when the truth comes out, it threatens to destroy everything. Because some acts aren't meant to last... and some loves refuses to end when the curtain falls.
by @sunday-bug
📙 Twisted in Bedsheets | +18
📙 Primary Source
📙 Town Gossip | Lee Bodecker x Reader
📙 Clapping Erasers (And Cheeks)
📙 sexting with bucky by @godmadeaterribleerror
📙 Private Affairs by @saiyanprincessswanie | +18 | Bucky and Reader have a secret relationship that they don’t want to share with anyone.
📙 Nutshell by @superbassbuck | 11k | You are Bucky’s most prized possession. Your mind, body, and soul were crafted by his own hands—he gave you life, and he could just as easily take it away. He never imagined he’d feel threatened by his own creation, until the day you began to have desires of your own.
by @societyfolklore
📙 Every Word | Lance Tucker x Reader
📙 Window Seat | Chris Beck x Reader
📙 Good Time | Lee Bodecker x Reader
📙 Give Me a Whirl | Lee Bodecker x Reader
📙 Caught Your Name | Max Burnett x Reader
📙 Premonition | Chase Collins x Female Reader
📙 Another Reason | Nick Fowler x Reader
📙 Stay the Night | Hal Carter x Reader
📙 Look At Me | +18
📙 Just Competitive | +18 | Sam’s new gf keeps waking you up
📙 Make Things Right | Steven Kemp x Reader
by @winteryn
📙 BUNNY GONE WILD | +18 | the winter soldier infiltrates a college halloween party to follow the pretty girl with bunny ears who collided into him on the sidewalk.
📙 ROUGH HANDS, STRAWBERRY KISSES & OTHER SOFT THINGS | +18 | 26k | navigating your first relationship feels overwhelming at times—every touch, every question, every new feeling makes you wonder if you’re doing things right. thankfully, bucky loves you with enough patience and gentleness to turn every new experience into a reason to hold you a little closer. or, a collection of moments in which your boyfriend teaches you that love was never supposed to feel frightening—not when it’s held in careful hands like his.
📙 FRAGMENTS OF A LONELY TIDE | series | a grumpy dockworker reluctantly rescues you—a stranded, wounded mermaid—with every intention of sending you back to the sea once you’ve healed. until the idea of losing you becomes something he can no longer bear.
📙 Heiress in Hiding by @semper-nox | +18 | 20k | stucky x reader | Backstage, you were just the agency’s trusted makeup artist... until the calls got urgent, the secrets got heavier, and Steve and Bucky realized you weren’t only hiding stress… you were hiding a whole identity. When the truth finally comes out, they have to decide what’s real: your name, your power, or the feelings you’ve been trying so hard to protect.
by @phoenix-in-writing
📙 Get Lost In It | +18 | Andrew x Reader | On a night out, you meet a man who claims he was looking for you all along. But was he really though?
📙 Art History | An after hours meeting proves that you may need more than just a private lesson to bring your grades up.
📙 The Scam | Max Burnett x Reader | No one said the world of fraud was simple. It's even less so when your mentor doesn't allow you to fulfill your end of the deal.
📙 Pan Fried | Steve Kemp x reader | Maybe...grabbing a cast iron skillet wasn't the best idea...
📙 Wheel of Wonder | Somehow, your new boyfriend sweet talked you onto The Wonder Wheel at Coney Island despite you being afraid of heights.
📙 The Stork Club | Bucky lays eyes on the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and is convinced he has a shot.
📙 Anonymous Contact | Anonymity is the name of the game. But what happens when he keeps coming back?
📙 Princess Treatment | Being the prized possession of one James Buchanan Barnes sure did come with a lot of perks.
📙 The Fixer | Sent to spy on The Asset in Romania, you bite off more than you can chew.
📙 Hold the Door
📙 Bedtime Story | Maybe that last shot was a bad idea.
📙 Old Money | Leo Reilly x Reader | A game of strip poker has it's stakes raised.
📙 run little bunny by @bucksangel | +18 | Being John Walker’s assistant is hard; he’s mean, disrespectful, misogynistic, the whole nine yards. On top of that, he hardly pays you fairly. So, when you’re fired for a mistake you’re sure wasn’t your fault, you’re at risk of being kicked out by your rude roommates. Luckily for you, James Barnes, a wildly successful CEO, has found his way into your life. And he’s going to take such good care of you.
📙 Bad timing by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two | +18 | Bucky took something Sam gave him as a joke... turned out it wasn't a joke
by @gravelocked
📙 voice message | +18 | multiple x reader
📙 mean | +18 | multiple x reader
by @jamesbbcrnes
📙 SAVE ME A DANCE
📙 ROUGH DAY
📙 APOLOGISE
📙 HAUNTING PAST
📙 GONNA MAKE HER MINE
📙 I’LL BE SEEIN’ YOU
📙 YOU’RE THE ONE
📙 GIRL CRUSH
📙 BEDTIME
📙 GLITTERY CHAOS
by @azriona
📙 She's Singing | Why is Bucky's new teammate singing?!?!?
📙 Slow Dance | The music may change, but the dance doesn't. (And isn't that the way it should be?)
📙 Misdirection | You're dancing. Bucky's watching. Neither of you are paying attention.
📙 Right Place, Wrong Time | In 1972, the Asset broke free of his handlers. He was found in New York City three weeks later.
📙 The Jackknife | The shark has such teeth, dear. And there is work to be done.
by @sassandscribbles
📙 Memories worth a lifetime | a car ride, an old song, and memories worth lifetime.
📙 Wrong Place, Wrong time | Empty meeting rooms are not supposed to be used for fucking your boyfriend before a mission. But since when do you follow any rules?
📙 Mine | +18 | The winter soldier visits you late at night. And only wants one thing.
by @stardustrider
📙 Rules Are for Breaking
📙 Good time
📙 A Good Man by @apenny4thots | A night in has Bucky reflecting on time lost.
by @perdidosbucky-yyo
📙 Can't Promise | Professor Barnes tries to break up with you.
📙 SWEET TOOTH | Your sweet tooth will be your downfall
by @cueloki
📙 New neighbors
📙 The first move
📙 soft by @maerieee
📙 Brown Sugar and Gunmetal vol.3 by @vunblr | +18 | 11k | Who would have thought that an inconspicuous vent in a bakery alley would be what brought them together: the omega who never felt right with any alpha, and the asset who wasn't supposed to want at all.
by @metal-armed-muse
📙 bucky barnes vs. one (1) annotated romance novel | +18 | Bucky finds your romance novel. Bucky reads the highlighted part. Bucky discovers you've both been silently wanting the same thing. Bucky proves he’s incapable of acting normal about this information.
📙 BAD HABITS | +18 | 12k | What’s so bad about Bucky Barnes? The fact that he watches you or calls you kid while he does it?
by @buckyalpine
📙 most soft shy little bunny ever | +18 | You know who'd talk you through it? Bucky. Bucky would talk you through it.
📙 cameras to HD quality | +18 | "So what you're saying is that footage would've recorded everything in the kitchen from morning to evening and the middle of the night...everything?"
📙 kiss cam by @barnesafterglow | fluff | when you and bucky go on a date, you end up on the kiss cam
📙 Double Blind by @wkemeup | Set up on what might be the worst blind date you’d ever been on, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious bartender instead
📙 your man loves by @kittennextdoor | +18 | your man loves when you fuck him back
📙 loca by @late-to-the-party-81 | Nick Fowler x reader
📙 Starry summer by @w1nter-fairy | +18 | For months, Bucky has looked forward to one thing: seeing his favorite camgirl live. He never expected to find her poolside in a white bikini... or discover that she's been flirting with him all summer long.
📙 All You Get by @tw1sters | +18 | Nick Fowler x reader | Nick Fowler is not the man of your dreams, not with the way he refuses to love, but you can't help yourself anyway.
by @iamthatonefangirl
📙 fallout | +18
📙 valentine's day | +18
📙 whirlwind | +18
by @stanmarvelous
📙 Born to Sing
📙 Fooled
📙 Gonna Make Her Mine, All Mine
📙 stuck in bed by @aerisque | After spending the entire day curled up in ded with painful cramps, you do everything you can to keep Bucky from finding out
📙 I’ll Take the Sticks, I’ll Take the Stones by @singulartoast | You dislike the false glamour of politics, but your husband Bucky is there to shield and steer you through.
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AN: For @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Event, day 12: “I cannot stand the way you tease.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
Warnings: Stalker Bucky obvs; male masturbation.
The lights flick on in your apartment.
Across the street, hidden in the darkness of an adjacent rooftop, Bucky settles back against the concrete ledge.
The city hums around him with the sounds of traffic, sirens and people still out and about.
None of it matters.
His attention is fixed entirely on one illuminated window.
Your window.
A slow smile touches his lips when you appear.
You are home. Predictable. Exactly where you should be.
He watches you move through your evening routine: keys in the bowl by the door, shoes kicked off in the hallway. He waits a beat and sure enough, you’ve got the kettle on.
His gaze follows you as you leave the kitchen before disappearing into another a few moments later. The light of the adjacent room turns on.
It’s here where his heart races.
Your bedroom. He watches as you undress, tossing your day’s clothes in the hamper. You really shouldn’t undress with the shade drawn back. You pad around in just your undergarments until you pause to unhook your bra. Bucky’s cock stirs. You reach into your drawer and pull out a silky negligee. It’s soft - Bucky knows it is because he’s already touched it earlier in the day when he was inside your apartment.
A soft laugh escapes him and his smile widens.
“I cannot stand the way you tease.” The words are amused, as if you’re playing a game.
Inside, you’re completely unaware.
His fingers drum once against the notebook resting beside him. There are pages and pages filled with observations, dates, schedules, tiny details - pieces of a life he’s memorized.
Your life. His life. The distinction has become blurry over time.
His gaze never leaves your apartment. “I cannot stand the way you tease.”
Bucky watches as you rub lotion on your naked body. Peonies. The scent memory washes over him and he’s soon freeing his cock, stroking himself. The city wind tugs at his jacket and Bucky recalls the item in his pocket - your underwear from your hamper. He presses the gusset of your underwear to his face and then wraps it around his hand as he continues to fist himself.
One day you’ll stop looking at him like a stranger, like he’s just your neighbor.
One day you’ll understand.
The certainty settles warmly in his chest.
Terrifyingly warm. Terrifyingly certain.
One day you’ll realize he’s been there all along - everything you’ll ever need.
The thought makes him smile.
Bucky Barnes isn’t wondering if you’ll be his; he is only wondering when.
It has been a fantastic, fun, and essentially spoiler-free week here at Writer in a Cryofreeze! We hope everyone enjoyed reading about what probably won't happen in Doomsday (but what fun if some of them did!?!).
However, it's time for two of our authors to run their end credit scenes and take possession of their Cyrofreezes.
So without further ado, please hail and farewell to:
@mickimoo1409, author of Shots Fired
@stardustrider, author of End of the World
Micki and Star, your predictions of what won't happen were wonderful, your drabbles funny and sweet and dare we say, sexy. But we're not surprised that they're fantastic—all of your drabbles have been crafted with care and love. We enjoyed reading every story you gifted us with these last few weeks, and we can't wait until you've posted them from your Cryofreeze under your own names. You'll find your badge under the cut.
As for our remaining seven authors, they'll have another prompt next week--so stay tuned!
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Bucky Barnes, Doomsday Predictions (not!), Crack, 100 words exactly. General Audiences. No Doomsday Spoilers Were Harmed in the Writing of this Drabble. This drabble meets the requirements for the following events:
@societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles (Itty Bitty Pretty One);
@swoon-june (Denial/Sickfic);
@juneofdoom ("Maybe it's better this way.").
It was further inspired by the prompt from @writer-in-a-cryofreeze's Round 4: "This Will Not Happen in Doomsday." I'm not one of their authors... but if I were... 🤭 If you enjoyed this, please go check out the nine drabbles over there.
Summary:
Oh come on, who do you think taught Steve Rogers how to be dramatic???
"Maybe…" Bucky coughs weakly. "Maybe it's better this way."
"No, Buck, no," sobs Steve, looking frantically for a wound to staunch. "I just got you back, you can't die—"
"Oh, fuck off, Rogers," groans Bucky, pained. "Did you bring the stupid back from 1955? You saved me something like, five times and each and every time you went swanning off on some mission."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" protests Steve.
"True," chirps Tony. "Don't worry, Buckeroo, I got this idiot now. Your watch is over."
"Thank God," says Bucky, and then as he dies: "Wonder if Nat likes the Batman franchise?"
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AN: June 11th entry for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox event, “Tell You a Story.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
The first sign of trouble should’ve been the giggling.
Your granddaughter, Rosie, is twelve years old and incapable of being quiet when she’s up to something. Her best friend, Emma, is even worse. The two of them are sprawled across the attic floor, surrounded by old photo albums they’d dug out of storage while looking for Christmas decorations.
“No way!
“Oh my God!”
“That’s your Pop Pop?”
Rosie groans. “Unfortunately.”
Emma holds up a photograph. “Your Nana was gorgeous. And your Pop Pop—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Pop Pop was HOT!”
“Eww!”
Emma cackles as Rosie snatches the photo.
There, frozen in time, is twenty-eight years old James Buchanan Barnes.
Dark hair falling into his eyes, rolled sleeves, a dangerous smile.
Emma flips to another page, then another, and then another: Bucky carrying you piggyback down a Brooklyn street. Bucky kissing your cheek at Coney Island. Bucky holding you against his side while staring at the camera.
Emma whistles. “Your Pop Pop had game.”
Rosie looks physically ill.
Five minutes later both girls come thundering downstairs. You’re in the kitchen making cookies. Emma drops an album onto the table.
“We need a story.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Why does Rosie’s Pop Pop look like he belongs on the cover of some romance novel?”
Behind you comes a familiar voice.
“I like this girl.”
Bucky shuffles into the kitchen. Seventy-eight years old, silver haired, still broad shouldered, with laugh lines around his bright blue eyes. Reading glasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt. He’s still as handsome as ever, still managing to make your stomach flutter after all these decades.
He steals a cookie. You smack his hand. He steals a second one anyway.
“Traitor,” Rosie mutters.
Bucky settles into a chair. “Alright. Tell you a story.”
Both girls immediately sit. One story devolves into another and so on, immediately becoming the “Pop Pop Tells Stories About Nana Hour.”
Bucky is halfway through explaining how he once drove two hours to Long Island because he heard you casually mention liking a specific pie from a bakery when realization washes over Emma’s face.
Emma looks at the picture of Bucky and then at Rosie. “I get why you have so many aunts and uncles now. Pop Pop was down bad!”
Rosie shrieks in horror and covers her ears with her hands as you and Bucky lose composure.
“She’s not wrong. And still am,” Bucky agrees. “That’s how I hurt my hip.”
You swat his arm, your cheeks burning. “James! The children!”
“What?” Bucky replies incredulously. “We’re married. It’s not like the kids came by stork.”
Rosie has buried her face in her hands. This is the worst day of her life.
Then Emma delivers the killing blow.
She points toward a framed wedding photo sitting on a nearby shelf.
“I mean look at that picture. That’s not a man looking at a woman.”
“Emma, stop,” Roșie pleads.
“That’s a man looking at a winning lottery ticket.”
Bucky is absolutely delighted.
“See? Smart girl.”
And then, because Bucky Barnes has never met a situation he couldn’t make more embarrassing, he reaches over and slips an arm around your shoulders. He is still so in love with you after all these years.
“Your Nana’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Welcome back to another fun-filled week at Writer in a Cryofreeze! We have nine nifty drabbles for you today, all written to the following prompt:
This Will Not Happen in Doomsday!
That's right, folks--take all the spoilers you may or may not have read about the upcoming Avengers movie and throw 'em out the window, because this week, it's about what WON'T happen!
Once again we have a split post today: one sexy explicit drabble is posted under the cut here, and eight amazing General Audience drabbles are located on the post at this link. Be sure to read as many drabbles as you are able and feel comfortable reading before voting.
Your task is to vote for up to TWO of your favorite drabbles. Voting will be open until about 4pm NY time on Friday afternoon. The two authors of the drabbles with the fewest votes will get their own shiny Cryofreeze, from which they can watch the premier of the movie when it's finally released!
Ready to read? FANTASTIC (four, that is)!!!
Ready for some sexy probably-won't-happen-in-Doomsday goodness? Here you go!!!
Drabble 9 - End of the World
Rating: Explicit
The world was ending. Again. Bucky didn’t care.
He’d booked the lakeside cabin to spend this weekend with you six months ago. The apocalypse could wait.
His phone kept buzzing.
Bucky dipped his head, tongue dragging slow and filthy through your soaked folds, sucking your clit until your back arched.
“Doomsday can wait until Monday. I’m busy," he murmured against your cunt, pushing two thick metal fingers inside you. You shattered with a cry.
Bucky lapped up every drop, drawing out your orgasm until you were sobbing. His belt clinked open.
“Good girl, now turn over, we’ve got all weekend.”
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Welcome back to another fun-filled week at Writer in a Cryofreeze! We have nine nifty drabbles for you today, all written to the following prompt:
This Will Not Happen in Doomsday!
That's right, folks--take all the spoilers you may or may not have read about the upcoming Avengers movie and throw 'em out the window, because this week, it's about what WON'T happen!
Once again we have a split post today: eight amazing drabbles are rated General Audiences and can be found below the cut. One sexy explicit drabble has been posted on its own over here. Be sure to read as many drabbles as you are able and feel comfortable reading before voting.
YOUR JOB is to vote for up to TWO of your favorite drabbles. Voting will be open until about 4pm NY time on Friday afternoon. The two authors of the drabbles with the fewest votes will get their own shiny Cryofreeze, from which they can watch the premier of the movie when it's finally released!
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Drabble #1 - Hope
Rating: General Audiences
The battle ended without fanfare. No portal in the sky, no impossible odds, no incursions. The multiverse was safe.
Weeks later Bucky was at an animal shelter, standing in front of a white kitten in the cage.
Retirement wasn’t what he’d expected. He imagined boredom, restlessness. His days became wonderfully ordinary: coffee, aimless walks, reading, sitting with Alpine on the balcony, watching the sunset.
He started imagining a different future: go back to school, reelection.
Perhaps, settle down, start a family.
It felt unbelievable. The universe had stopped asking from him or taking from him.
Bucky was allowed to live.
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Drabble #2 - Shots Fired
Rating: General Audiences
"This is stupid!" Sam yelled, waving his gun in the air.
"The games the game." Bucky chuffed with a smirk.
"You're the one who suggested this." Yelena chuckled alongside Bucky.
"Yeah a nice normal game of Lazer tag. Not Lazer tag with the world's best assassin!" Sam continued.
"Look man," Joaquin huffed as he joined Sam's side, "Maybe we just call it quits, we've gone 5 rounds, we keep losing."
"No we go again." Sam replied sternly, pointing at Bucky with narrowed eyes, "You, left hand only."
"Fine by me." Bucky grinned before jogging back into the darkened zone laughing.
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Drabble #3 – Do This All Day?
Rating: General Audiences
Sam laughed once humorless. “Trust? Don’t start with me on trust, Buck. I had to hear about your new team from the evening news.”
“That’s not what happened.” Bucky groaned
“No? ’Cause it sure as hell felt like it.” Sam's tone cold.
Bucky stepped closer, jaw tight. “They have information. Information that can help.”
Sam opened his mouth, anger ready.
Another voice beat him to it.
“You two gonna do this all day?”
Everything in Bucky locked up. He turned too fast, breath catching painfully.
Steve stood there, steady and impossible.
For one stunned second, Bucky only stared. Disbelieving.
“Steve?”
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Drabble #4 - Doomsday, Declined
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky is trying, with effort, to understand a tax-credit rider. It’s not going well, but it is going privately, which seems important.
You’re halfway through explaining depreciation when his phone rings.
YELENA BELOVA
Decline.
Again.
Decline.
YELENA: Stop being dramatic. Is only maybe end of world.
Swipe.
SAM: don’t be like this.
His jaw shifts.
Swipe.
DEADPOOL: Winter grandpa, Kevin says assemble.
Swipe.
You lower the bill.
“James.”
“No.”
“Could be important.”
“It’s always important.” Bucky’s phone flips facedown. “I’ve appeared in every MCU phase. The other guy who managed that turned into a tree. Let me legislate in peace.”
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Drabble #5 - Apocalypse Meow
Rating: General Audiences
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Steve, preparing to face the end of the world was familiar. Everything after that was not.
“That was anticlimactic,” Steve said.
“They can’t all be Thanos,” Bucky agreed.
“Hardly worth coming out of retirement. This happen a lot since I left?”
“Fury’s cat’s saved the day before, but it’s a first for Alpine.” After a beat, Bucky added defensively, “She’s still a kitten.”
Kitten or not, her purrs almost drowned out Doom’s booming admiration while he pet her rather than lay waste to the world.
“Come on, Steve. Fight’s back on if I can’t rescue my cat!”
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Drabble #6 - Them
Rating: General Audiences
The ozone on his tongue was sharp and growing sharper by the second.
Something was wrong.
More than the battle chaos amidst the ruins of the Stark Expo grounds.
Bucky turned slowly, surveying his surroundings.
Then he saw them.
Each wore his face but not his history. One in a crisp, white uniform from some alternate century, a stillness to him like a wolf that knew every trick in the book and didn’t need to snarl. The other a grizzled wreck: gray at the temples, sleep deprivation tattooed under his eyes. Both sported the arm—his arm, that ugly, magnificent thing.
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Drabble #7 – Tumblr to the Rescue
Rating: General Audiences
He was dying. Fine. He'd done it before.
Then the portal opened. Blue. Tumbling. Chaos shaped like small circular portraits of strangers, cats, anime characters, and— unsettlingly— him. Long hair. Short hair. One arm. Two. Smiling, something he didn't remember doing.
One handed him a juice box.
Bucky stared at it. Stared at himself, multiplied, in eras he couldn't fully account for.
"This," announced an icon of a small white blue-eyed cat, "will not happen in Doomsday."
He had no idea what that meant.
Something about the cat felt familiar. He couldn't place it.
He drank the juice box anyway.
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Drabble #8 – Fix It
Rating: General Audiences
Bucky sheathed his knife when you walked in.
“Bucky,” you began softly. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna make the writers fix it.”
“Fix what exactly?”
“Everything,” he answered through his teeth. “Like Natasha dying.”
“Bucky…”
“And Steve’s ending.”
“Bucky.”
“And Sam and I being on the outs again.”
“Bucky!”
He paused to look at you.
“You can’t fix it,” you whispered. “You’re not supposed to be aware that you’re in a movie, and I shouldn’t even be here.”
He blinked, confused. “Then… what do I do?”
You smiled. “Leave it to the fanfiction writers. They’ll know what to do.”
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AN: June 11th entry for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox event, “Tell You a Story.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
The first sign of trouble should’ve been the giggling.
Your granddaughter, Rosie, is twelve years old and incapable of being quiet when she’s up to something. Her best friend, Emma, is even worse. The two of them are sprawled across the attic floor, surrounded by old photo albums they’d dug out of storage while looking for Christmas decorations.
“No way!
“Oh my God!”
“That’s your Pop Pop?”
Rosie groans. “Unfortunately.”
Emma holds up a photograph. “Your Nana was gorgeous. And your Pop Pop—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Pop Pop was HOT!”
“Eww!”
Emma cackles as Rosie snatches the photo.
There, frozen in time, is twenty-eight years old James Buchanan Barnes.
Dark hair falling into his eyes, rolled sleeves, a dangerous smile.
Emma flips to another page, then another, and then another: Bucky carrying you piggyback down a Brooklyn street. Bucky kissing your cheek at Coney Island. Bucky holding you against his side while staring at the camera.
Emma whistles. “Your Pop Pop had game.”
Rosie looks physically ill.
Five minutes later both girls come thundering downstairs. You’re in the kitchen making cookies. Emma drops an album onto the table.
“We need a story.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Why does Rosie’s Pop Pop look like he belongs on the cover of some romance novel?”
Behind you comes a familiar voice.
“I like this girl.”
Bucky shuffles into the kitchen. Seventy-eight years old, silver haired, still broad shouldered, with laugh lines around his bright blue eyes. Reading glasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt. He’s still as handsome as ever, still managing to make your stomach flutter after all these decades.
He steals a cookie. You smack his hand. He steals a second one anyway.
“Traitor,” Rosie mutters.
Bucky settles into a chair. “Alright. Tell you a story.”
Both girls immediately sit. One story devolves into another and so on, immediately becoming the “Pop Pop Tells Stories About Nana Hour.”
Bucky is halfway through explaining how he once drove two hours to Long Island because he heard you casually mention liking a specific pie from a bakery when realization washes over Emma’s face.
Emma looks at the picture of Bucky and then at Rosie. “I get why you have so many aunts and uncles now. Pop Pop was down bad!”
Rosie shrieks in horror and covers her ears with her hands as you and Bucky lose composure.
“She’s not wrong. And still am,” Bucky agrees. “That’s how I hurt my hip.”
You swat his arm, your cheeks burning. “James! The children!”
“What?” Bucky replies incredulously. “We’re married. It’s not like the kids came by stork.”
Rosie has buried her face in her hands. This is the worst day of her life.
Then Emma delivers the killing blow.
She points toward a framed wedding photo sitting on a nearby shelf.
“I mean look at that picture. That’s not a man looking at a woman.”
“Emma, stop,” Roșie pleads.
“That’s a man looking at a winning lottery ticket.”
Bucky is absolutely delighted.
“See? Smart girl.”
And then, because Bucky Barnes has never met a situation he couldn’t make more embarrassing, he reaches over and slips an arm around your shoulders. He is still so in love with you after all these years.
“Your Nana’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
