Bucky Barnes Bingo 2025

The sun is shining beautifully down onto the white snow that covers the ground like a fluffy blanket. It reflects the warm yellow of the sun brightening up the living room. You watch Steve and Tony talking to Thor outside of the big building, probably planning the next mission - or waiting for one of them paying less attention to land with the force of two other men in the snow.

A soft smile plays at your lips, causing the corners of your lips to twitch with amusement. Who might be the first to get a bunch of snow in their face or fly into the soft fluffy coldness you wonder?

“They will throw Tony into the snow first, dragă mea,” Bucky’s soft voice comes from behind you. You turn slowly around, watching the broad super-soldier standing in the door-frame of the living room. His ocean blue orbs are focused on you, softness and love visible in them while he has the most beautiful smile plastered on his handsome face.

You laugh softly, leaning back on the couch while you let your eyes roam shamelessly over the muscular body of your favorite super-soldier. Bucky pushes himself off the frame and walks closer to you, his steps surprisingly quiet for the wall of muscles he literally is. Your best friend lets himself fall down next to you on the couch, leaning back while he automatically spreads his thick thighs.

“Poor, tiny Tony,” you giggle, turning to the windows again to see if they already started to throw one another into the snow and the moment you turn, you see the smaller man flying into the snow. Thor and Steve give one another a high five, before Steve is the next who lands with his face first in the snow. “Steve got face palmed by the snow.”

Bucky bursts out laughing next to you, something so bare and innocent. Two years ago, you never would have thought that this man, who was only known for his PTSD and staring problem, would actually be such a soft man, who has the most beautiful and heartwarming laugh possible. But there he is, laughing like his past doesn’t exist; his nose scrunches slightly and the freckles around his eyes are more visible, making him so much cuter.

“Face palmed by the snow,” he chuckles, shaking his head. His blue eyes settle on your face again when you turn toward him, nodding softly. The brunette's metal arm slides behind your head over the backrest of the couch and he shifts in his seat. “I thought about something, dragă mea.”

“About being face palmed by the snow too?” You ask, giggling. Bucky shakes his head, letting his cold digits run over your shoulder to your neck and back down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and Bucky’s smile widens when he notices, letting his fingers trail south along your collarbone. His touch is light and tender, feeling like a feather tickling you slightly.

“Not really, but if it would make you happy,” he chuckles. His eyes glisten softly as he leans closer to you. Of course, he always wants to please everyone, he would agree to a lot just to make others happy — to make you happy. “You always look so excited when I speak Romanian, so I thought since it's just you and me, I could teach you some things.”

The grin on his face and the mischievous glint in his eyes has your attention for a moment. It's not just because you're excited when he does it, it's something that lights the fire of desire deep inside of him. But you nod, agreeing to his offer. Not just because you want to get to know more about the sparkle in his eyes but also because of the opportunity to listen to him speaking in Romanian for you.

He crosses his legs, keeping the soft motion of his fingers along your collarbone and up and down your shoulder. “First one, it's an easy one. Te iubesc.”

His voice sounds even softer when he speaks in another language and you enjoy the syllables echoing through your mind for a moment longer. You clear your throat. “Te iubesc.”

Bucky's heart flutters, knowing you have no idea what you just said but hearing those word makes the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, before he leans his head back and closes his eyes. It sounds perfect when you say it, maybe he should make you say it more often — of course, he should. He needs to hear you say it, over and over again. Bucky knows he could never get tired of it.

“Şi eu te iubesc, lubirea mea” he replies, waiting for your reaction. You narrow your eyes, titling your head slightly in confusion. Bucky chuckles, leaning closer, his warm breath against your neck and you shiver slightly. The brunette blows softly against the soft, warm skin of your neck, noticing the hitch of your breath. “I love you too, my love.”

You pull back slightly, looking at him with widened eyes. Bucky studies your expression for a moment, a flash of concern and uncertainty visible on his face. He keeps his hand on your shoulder, wanting — needing — to feel your warmth underneath his fingers. You keep staring at him, slowly bringing your hands to capture his face. Your tips brush the soft stubble on his face and a soft smile forms on your lips again.

“Do you mean it? I mean, do you—” you interrupt yourself, searching for anything in his eyes that it was just a joke. But there is nothing but honesty and love, not a hint that it was a joke or just some lesson in Romanian. “You really mean it?”

Bucky nods. He chuckles softly, wondering if it wasn’t obvious before. “Didn't you notice? Everyone called me out that I was so obvious,” he chuckles, leaning closer again. “I was afraid to tell you, didn't know how. You know me from the very start after being the winter soldier, I was afraid you see nothing but a victim in me.”

He takes a shaky breath, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. For a moment his eyes move around, settling on the scene of Steve, Thor and Tony throwing snow at one another. He then brings his ocean blue eyes back to yours, a soft sigh escapes his plump lips.

“Steve and Nat assured me that you don't see me as just that. And I—” Bucky mumbles softly, his fingers stroking your cheekbone, while he leans further into the soft touch of your hands still capturing his cheeks. “I still didn't know how to tell you. But I thought when I make you say I love you to me then I could say I love you too.”

“Şi eu te iubesc, Bucky,” you whisper, leaning closer until your lips are only inches away from his. Bucky’s smile grows and he breaks the distance between the two of you, pressing his plump, soft lips against yours. Your heartbeat increases and a low chuckles rumbles through Bucky’s chest.

He traces his thumb along your jaw, pulling slightly back after a moment. “Înseamnă că te iubesc mai mult decăt orice pe lumea asta,” he whispers against your lips with a soft smile. Bucky then leans closer once again, pecking your lips. “Before you wonder, it means, I love you more than anyone or anything in the whole universe.”

“Şi eu te iubesc mai mult dec—” you stumble over your words, huffing with frustration. Bucky chuckles softly, pulling you closer again.

“I know,” he mumbles, his lips touching yours. “Let me enjoy the sweet taste for a moment longer and then we can face palm the snow,” Bucky laughs before he kisses you once more. And the soft feeling of his lips and his smell surrounding you lets you feel like you’re home — definiția ta a casei.

“Does anyone mind filling me in?” Bucky entered the meeting room in the base, making Yelena and John stop their heated conversation.

“We went to talk to the guy,” Alexei said, pointing to the interrogation room behind them.

Bucky’s eyes opened in surprise at the scene playing at the other side of the glass. “Why do I leave to grab a freaking burrito and when I come back this guy has more blood outside than inside?”

“He woke up fierce today,” Ava said about their now hostage.

“Actually, Blue was very careful to stop before they did anything that might get the police involved,” John added, looking at his food. Bucky handed him what was left of his burrito and stepped closer to the glass.

Antonia stood next to him while they looked into the other room, seeing Blue stitch up the other guy. “Still think it was a good idea to let them join us?” She asked the question that had been playing in Bucky’s mind since he was practically forced by Valentina to let Blue work with them.

It was that, or Blue in the Raft, so he made a logical choice. Which didn’t mean it was a good one.

“What now?” Ava asked. “We’ve lost anonymity, and we found nothing where we found this guy at. Our only chance to stop the attack is for him to speak.”

John crossed his arms. “We don’t have time to waste. We need answers now, and the fastest way to get them is to apply some pressure. Make him talk.”

“Pressure?” Bucky questioned his choice of words. “That’s what Hydra would have done, John. And breaking someone doesn’t mean you get the truth. It just means you get what they think you want to hear.”

Alexei huffed from his seat in a corner. “You all take this too seriously. Back in my day, a good scare did the trick. No need for all this philosophy and good manners —poke him a little, he talks.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Yes, because torture always works so well in the movies. You think he’s going to sing like a little bird just because you threaten him? Please.” She huffed. “I was trained to be more finesse than that.”

“Fine,” John gave up. “If you’ve got some ‘finesse,’ I’d love to hear it. Because so far, all I’m hearing is a lot of talk and no solutions.”

“Maybe if you stopped shouting, you’d see the point,” Ava muttered. “We don’t need brute force. Get inside his head, make him doubt everything he knows. It’s cleaner and more effective.”

“We’re not getting into anyone’s head!” Antonia jumped.

“She’s right,” Bucky said. “This is not about playing it nice, it’s about doing what’s right. We’re not like them, not anymore, remember?”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Barnes,” Yelena crossed her arms too. “You think I’m suggesting we offer him tea and biscuits? I’m saying there are smarter ways to break someone and gather the information we need to save half of the state.”

John pointed toward the door, insisting. “Exactly. We don’t have time for second-guessing. Let me handle this!”

Ava blocked his way. “Oh, yes, because you’re so great at keeping things under control,” she argued. “Remind me again, how that worked out for you before?”

Yelena tried to hide a laugh under a cough, and then whispered. “Don’t forget the part where he pretended to be the hero of a nation. That was adorable.”

John raised his hands in surrender. “At least I’m willing to do something. What it takes, anything! You’re all too scared to get your hands dirty. What do you say, Bucky? You have the call.”

Bucky had been sitting down for a while now, thinking of their options. They could either interrogate the guy and hope he suddenly became one of the good ones, or pressure him with something. Not violent force and not mental tricks, despite how everyone in the Thunderbolts had been trained with. Most of them had been victims of those same things, and if one of them would to apply those techniques to anyone in front of him, they’d had to do it over his dead body.

“So what is it, Sarge?” Ava asked him.

He looked up to the interrogation room, seeing Blue as they picked up more bandages. Everything fell into place when their eyes met and some clicked in Bucky’s mind: that guy had ended up that way so Blue had to stitch him up and have him alone for some time while they discussed how to get the information out of him.

Blue had stopped hearing the commotion outside, so they guessed everyone was waiting for Bucky to make a decision on how to proceed. They turned back and sat next to the doctor to finish fixing the wounds they had caused: It could be ironic, because they wouldn’t need to be doing that if they hadn’t fought the guy in first place, but it was all going according to plan.

“Tomorrow morning,” Blue started talking for the first time since they exchanged some pretty bad words during the physical exchange, “when your face is on the cover of all the newspapers, what do you think little Amelia would like to read over your picture?”

Okay, yes, they knew bringing the eight-year old kid to the conversation was playing dirty, but they had to hit where it hurt the most (metaphorically, of course).