DarkAngel

"NOW FRIDAY." You huffed when the AI stayed silent and Bucky caught the doors before they completely shut. The universe was against you.

"You keep running away."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. "I am not running away, I happen to have a call on the first floor I need to deal with." It had been a week since you had woken up. A week of avoiding the stupid idiot.

"You heard me calling you," he stated.

"I did not." Bucky stared at you as you crossed your arms over your chest, pointedly not looking at him, "what would you be doing calling after me when you had that pretty girl in front of you anyhow?" Your mouth shot off. Metally you kicked yourself, but you hadn't been able to keep it shut.

Bucky smirked, "jealous?" He asked, crowding into your space, one hand landing on the wall next to your head.

You scoffed, ignoring his thick arm, "puh-leeease. What do I have to be jealous of?" You ignored the way your body was struggling to lean into him. God you could smell his cologne, woodsy, there was a hint of grease as if he had been toying in Tony's workshop too long and you could smell the mint on his breath. JeZUhhs!! The fuck was wrong with you? Wake up snuggled into him after a mission gone wrong and your brain was fried?! Fuck!!

"Doll if ya want my attention-"

You cut him off as the doors opened and walked off, brushing past him, ignoring the fact that he was following closely. 

You were not jealous. Nope. There was no reason to be. Any female SHIELD agent would be better fit with him. Not that that mattered cause he was annoying as fuck. He didn't even like you.

The memory of the feeling of his breath on your neck made you pause, tripping over your own feet, enough to have his hands on your waist to catch you. Warm, hard, thick body pressed up behind you just so.

You felt his knuckles run along your cheek. Mentally prepared to snap at him before you heard him sigh, what was he doing? You forced yourself to hold still, keep your breathing even… you felt him move closer, his breath skipping over your skin. Why was he so close?! His lips brushed along the shell of your ear, your brain seemed to be malfunctioning as you felt him pressed completely up against you. 

"If you touch my gun again I will have to take you out on the mat." 

You growled slightly at the memory, jerking out of his hands.

He was so fucking annoying. 

"Y/N?"

His hand on your back, slipping around to your waist made you shiver. What the fuck was wrong with you?! "Ahhh!" You turned and slapped his hand away. "God! Why are you following me anyhow?!"

Bucky's eyebrows raised to his hairline before a smug look replaced his surprised reaction. "You were looking for me."

You glared at him. He didn't know that. Nor did he know about the gross feeling that had struck through you when you found him and that pretty brunette, the woman giggling as Bucky poked her in the side with a soft smile. 

How come others got that cute flirty shit and he only seemed to fucking provoke you endlessly? 

"You're stupid and don't know what you're talking about. I was dropping some files off is all."

Bucky frowned as you turned on your heel and headed into the busy office floor. He recognized this floor…

"Y/N!!"

Bucky groaned as he recognized the square jawed blond that quickly pulled you into his arms for a hug you meekly returned. It took everything in him to let you go on and do your job, instead of marching over and snatching you away from this guy.

"Scott, what have I told you about downloading unauthorized games? FRIDAY hates them and the unfriendly routes you use."

Bucky sighed, staying just out of the line of sight. He was going to get you to talk to him. He hadn't handled it well when you had woken up, thinking a little joke would ease things, but the banter hadn't been properly received…

He watched you jerk your eyes open, sitting up to find him staring at you an inch away, sucked in a breath to yell at him and realized that was a bad idea when your ribs protested vehemently.

Bucky watched as you groaned, arms crossing over your midsectio  briefly, "shouldn't yell, can I tell you what a dumb idea that was? Taking a full shotgun blast to the chest for someone who could take it- and I have several times already- but I would definitely heal in just a few days. It's going to take longer for you."

And that was it. 

You covered your mouth as a sob scraped out of you catching his attention. "Just.. Go away" honestly you were too tired at the moment to yell back and you dropped back into the bed turning away from him.

"That's not how this works," he said.

You covered your face. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" You croaked, stifling the tears that fell over anyways. You were tired and your ribs hurt, why did you have to always be fighting??

Bucky heard your giggle and straightened. You were leaning into the guys desk, the fucking jerk stepping closer and saying you were pretty. "Course she's pretty, not just pretty but if ya pay attention to the way her eyes look when the sun hits 'em ya get a different color and the perfume she wears, tell me kid, what does she wear? Hmph, told ya, you just don't stand a chance."

You turned and glared, "what is wrong with you?!" You demanded poking him in the shoulder as roughly as you could. Bucky backed up a step and you started towards him. "You have been insanely on my ass since we got back!" Again a few more pokes, jabbing him as harshly as you could, Bucky backing up and looking over his shoulder. It wasn't till it was too late that your brain registered he was up to something. "Barnes- what are you up to?!" Your voice hitched up a notch as he caught the front of your uniform and tugged you into the office behind him, kicking the door shut. 

You shoved his arms off you, arms you had felt wrapped around you tightly as he pressed his hard body against yours. "Jesus fucking christ! You are so AGGRAVATING!!" You growled, turning away from him and shoving a hand into your hair, the other over your chest willing your heart to slow down. What the fuck was wrong with you? It was just Barnes. Stupid idiot Barnes.

Bucky moved close as you leaned down, hand falling on the desk and taking in quick breaths. "Hey, ya alright??" He leaned around you, trying to catch a glimpse of your face when you whipped around to yell at him. 

He was too close, your face inches apart, but you were not about to back down. Not when he was doing his best to annoy you, he wanted your attention he could have it. "Do you even know who cares for your guns?!" You demanded, he looked surprised at the change in conversation, "ME! Not ONLY do I know how to clean and pull apart your weapon, but I am the one that puts it back together and keeps it well oiled so that it doesn't jam up on you when you are out on the field! And I play COD every weekend, its not so hard to aim and pull a trigger, if you knew anything about me you'd know that I rank just under Steve in weapons training-"

Bucky couldn't help but grin as you leaned in closer, anger flashing in your eyes, damn if you weren't irresistible when you got like this.

"And another thing! When someone takes a bullet for you you are supposed to thank them!! THANK YOU Y/N FOR BEING AMAZING AND THROWING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF A BULLET FOR ME!! NOT some macho bullshit attitude!" You shoved at his shoulders rage making you shake, surprise lashing through you when he reached up, cupping your face in his large hands and slammed his mouth over yours.

You growled, biting his bottom lip and forcing him to back off. Which he did with laughter, thumb swiping over his bottom lip to find a bit of blood. Blue eyes darkened as he looked at you through his lashes, a smirk appearing, you took a step back, but there he was again pressing his lips to yours. You gripped his stupid man bun and jerked, the sound of him hissing in pain making you smile. 

Bucky caught you by the throat, metal hand wrapping tight and jerking you forwards as you shoved at him, still he kissed you again shoving you back into the desk and biting down on your bottom lip, you whimpered before you could stop it, sighing when he trailed kisses along your jaw and to your neck. "Fucking asshole- nngh!" You shoved a knee against him, refusing to let this be easy for him, refusing to admit to yourself that you wanted this. Fists slamming down on his shoulders, though you were pretty sure he had taken harder hits.

He grunted, "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled against your neck, one hand skipping down to wrap around your knee and jerk your leg up around his waist as he lifted you onto the desk.

"The fuck do you think your doing?!" You demanded angrily, unable to stop from leaning back as he pressed his hand against the base of your throat, hooking your leg around to tug him closer. You yelped when he jerked your uniform button-up open to access more skin, he froze and you looked down at where his eyes were glued to. The fading ugly bruise that had been healing from the shotgun blast to the vest. 

"Bucky-nnGghh!" You bit down on your bottom lip as he dipped down, lips skimming over it and gently pressed a soft open mouthed kiss there, warm fingers brushing just under it. Your skin was on fire with the gentle touches, you wanted to pull away yet found yourself leaning up into his touches, gasping as he pressed another kiss to it. A little whine escaped you as he moved back up, a kiss to the corner of your lips, scattered pecks to your jaw. 

Bucky nipped along the hollow of your neck, tongue skipping over your collarbone, hands dragging that annoying uniform free of your tactical pants, shoving it over your shoulders. You breathed his name, lips skipping over his shoulder before you bit at him. The hand wrapped around your throat slipped back and caught a fistful of your hair, jerking you back and holding you in place firmly. He took a moment to study you, swollen lips, chest rising and falling as you stared at him, eyes blown. "Always got to be arguing with me, can't you just-"

"What?!" You asked cutting him off, hissing when he tugged on your hair a little, it didn't hurt, no, no it didn't. Not at all. Though it was infuriating that he knew you liked it, you could see he knew, that damned jerk. You shoved at his shoulder gasping when he caught your wrist in hand. It was irritating to know that he had you fully pinned, no matter what you did he had you exactly where he wanted you.

That thought made you pause.

Exactly where he wanted you.

Bucky glared at you as you gave him a look full of defiance. "Fucking brat."

Your brows snapped together and then it was a flurry of movements between the two of you, fingers struggling with buttons and zippers before Bucky dragged you forwards and pushed you to lay down. You let out a huff of laughter as he stripped you of your pants and they flew over his shoulder, but not before he cursed your boots for getting in the way, then he sank into you completely in one thrust. The both of you stilling as he stretched you and you clenched down on him, both cursing at the same time. 

You gasped as he wrapped his hand around your throat again, keeping you flat on your back, slowly pulling out only to take his time filling you again. You looked up at him, as he leaned over you, lips finding yours as he drove into you a little faster, hand tightening just so, tongue slipping over your bottom lip exploring. You moaned into his mouth, hips lifting, returning the heated kiss as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You vaguely heard a few items from the desk clatter to the ground as you braced yourself.

Bucky swallowed your moans, licked into your mouth as he slowed, you dragged your nails along the back of his neck, "faster," you breathed against his lips.

Bucky grinned, shaking his head as he dropped his forehead to yours, "nah uh, wanna feel ya real good, been waiting for this." He snickered as you frowned at him, hooking his arm under your leg and shifting you so that he could drive in deeper, he knew he found the spot as you whimpered, mouth falling open, breath stuttering, head falling back with a thud. It made him throb as he filled you.

Bucky fell into a slow rhythm, watching you as he filled you, flesh hand gripping your thigh, both gasping lips an inch apart. You growled as he pulled out, "GOD DAMMIT Bucky!"

He grinned at you, he had been teasing, driving in at a slow steady pace, knowing when you were about to come and pulled back. You jerked at his hair, "I will leave!"

"Oh?" He laughed, low and husky, hips slamming into yours, "that right? Can't have that now," you moaned, as he slid a hand down between the two of you, thumb circling your clit as he thrust in faster. You caught hold of his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his, "FUCK Y/N! So tight" he groaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, "go ahead, come all over me doll," you muffled your cry by pressing your face into his shoulder, orgasm rocking through you. 

Bucky growled, biting down on your shoulder as he came buried deep inside you, your walls doubling down on him as you came undone beneath him.

You kept your eyes closed as you attempted to catch your breath, fingers still clutching at his shoulders. "Bucky?" Your voice was quiet, body still shaking with little aftershocks.

"Hmm?" You squirmed as he licked and pressed kisses to where he had bitten you.

"You don't hate me?"

He held still for a moment. "Ever hear of hate fucking?" He burst into laughter as you shoved at him, laugh cut off as you landed a knee in his gut and he had to resort to just laying his body on yours, pinning your hands on either side of you and pressed kisses to your face as you refused to allow him a good kiss. "Goddammit Y/N, don't you get it?" He asked, keeping you in place with his weight, very much still buried inside of you, "I'm just going to have to keep screwing you till you understand just how much I don't hate you."

He was up, but not before you disappeared out the door, screaming bloody terror. How long had he been out? It couldn't have been longer than a few seconds.

His vision was blurry, but when a hand clamped down on his shoulder he connected his elbow with a face. Ramming his knee into the other one that came running at him and tossing him over his shoulder. He could still hear you screaming, screaming his name, so long as he could hear you he could get to you.

The room seemed to be flooded with men, hands reaching out to grab him and Bucky snarled as he was forced back. It took one man, Bucky took his gun slamming it under his jaw and pulling the trigger. The next few shots had bodies thumping to the ground before he was able to escape the room. He looked frantically one way then the other when he heard you yelp.

You were on the ground with a boot on your neck and hands forced behind your back, Bucky tore off in your direction.

You could feel your heart in your throat, the boot on your neck kept you from screaming and they had tied your hands off. You struggled, legs kicking out even if they had you pinned, you just had to hold out. Bucky would come. Bucky always came. A sob tore out of you as a knee connected with the back of your head and they applied more of their weight on you.

The weight suddenly lifted and you squirmed around, relief flooded you as you realized Bucky was there, scrambling back along the ground to watch as he threw himself at two men. You struggled against your binds, if you could get free you could help him, you just needed a gun, but before you knew it Bucky was there, lifting you and running. 

It wasn't for a minute, but he had cleared a good few other houses before he slowed and he was sneaking into a new one, careful to lock the door behind him and setting you down.

"Hey there you are," he grinned at you as he studied your face, "hold still for me yeah?" You nodded, unsure how to feel as Bucky reached over and behind you, releasing your hands. You let out a little noise and he looked at you, hand cupping your cheek, "alright?" You nodded, heart still pounding as he started to check you over, your neck hurt and your wrists were bruised but that was the most damage you had sustained. Though you couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry.

Bucky leaned back on his haunches and you caught his sleeve, "don't leave!"

He shook his head, tongue flicking out over his lips. "Not going anywhere doll." He moved so that he sat beside you and tugged you in under his arm, "don't tell anyone about this."

You snorted harshly, swallowing the fear that nearly choked you. What if he hadn't come? "Like I want anyone to know you couldn't keep your hands off me?"

Bucky scoffed, "you're not my type."

"Bullshit."

Bucky chuckled, "Tony and the others should be here for us soon. Just stay quiet."

"You stay quiet." 

Silence filled the air and you relaxed into him, leaning into his solid frame as he held you close. Bucky smelled of gunpowder, you reached over and buried your face just under his jaw, his metal hand caught the back of your head.

He said nothing when you sniffled, instead shifting until you could bury in closer as he pulled you into his lap.

*

It was rare to see you and not feel the sting of your words. It made him feel… off kilter. He scowled, they had indeed arrived for extraction, you had handed the small flash drive to Tony as Bucky carried you, even when you told him to set you down. He had held on, growling at Steve when he stepped close. He ignored the way your fingers made him feel when you clung to his tac vest, brushing gently against his skin, the way it felt to have you drop your head against his chest. 

They had given you a sedative when you went into shock halfway back. He had finally let you go when he realized he wouldn't do you any good if they couldn't administer any medicine. You should be going off, running at the mouth. He was ready to have you lashing out at him. Watch the way you narrowed your eyes at him when he pushed your buttons. Bucky needed to have you glaring up at him, hands on your hips scowling at him with a sharp come back. It just wasn't normal. 

He looked around, the damned rooms were too white, too clean, too cold. No one came and went like the hospitals he had once frequented with Stevie back in the day. 

Why did it always end up like this? Was it really him and you or was it just that you were more fragile? He needed to make sure you were okay.

Blue eyes swept through the rooms again, he craned his neck to see out the door, licking his lips he stepped closer to your bed, fingers twitching slightly as he reached out. A thought jumping into his head. 

Cuddles.

Bucky licked his lips again, looking out the door. He swallowed and huffed. It was a stupid idea.

"Stupid!" Your voice rang through his head.

Alright. Stupid huh? He could be stupid. 

He toed off his boots and scooted into the bed, shuffling over you into the space behind you. It was a tight fit and it took some maneuvering but he managed to slip an arm in under you and that's when you pressed back into him. 

Bucky froze, waited as you shuffled onto your side and reached back, hand smacking on his thigh and then catching his arm. He grunted softly as you pulled him forwards and wrapped his arm around your midsection. He was already tense when you scooted back further into him, ass bumping into his lap. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, doing his best to behave himself as you squirmed.

"Goddamn it Y/N… I just wanted cuddles…"

You settled after a minute, clutching his hand, Bucky frowned, he had been face to face with you before, inches away but.. This was different. He pressed closer to you, burying his face in your hair and smiled. 

Fuck he was going to hell for this. 

The deepest- you murmured, tugging his arm tighter around you until he dared to spread his hand under your shirt and across your midsection. 

He was up, but not before you disappeared out the door, screaming bloody terror. How long had he been out? It couldn't have been longer than a few seconds.

His vision was blurry, but when a hand clamped down on his shoulder he connected his elbow with a face. Ramming his knee into the other one that came running at him and tossing him over his shoulder. He could still hear you screaming, screaming his name, so long as he could hear you he could get to you.

The room seemed to be flooded with men, hands reaching out to grab him and Bucky snarled as he was forced back. It took one man, Bucky took his gun slamming it under his jaw and pulling the trigger. The next few shots had bodies thumping to the ground before he was able to escape the room. He looked frantically one way then the other when he heard you yelp.

You were on the ground with a boot on your neck and hands forced behind your back, Bucky tore off in your direction.

You could feel your heart in your throat, the boot on your neck kept you from screaming and they had tied your hands off. You struggled, legs kicking out even if they had you pinned, you just had to hold out. Bucky would come. Bucky always came. A sob tore out of you as a knee connected with the back of your head and they applied more of their weight on you.

The weight suddenly lifted and you squirmed around, relief flooded you as you realized Bucky was there, scrambling back along the ground to watch as he threw himself at two men. You struggled against your binds, if you could get free you could help him, you just needed a gun, but before you knew it Bucky was there, lifting you and running. 

It wasn't for a minute, but he had cleared a good few other houses before he slowed and he was sneaking into a new one, careful to lock the door behind him and setting you down.

"Hey there you are," he grinned at you as he studied your face, "hold still for me yeah?" You nodded, unsure how to feel as Bucky reached over and behind you, releasing your hands. You let out a little noise and he looked at you, hand cupping your cheek, "alright?" You nodded, heart still pounding as he started to check you over, your neck hurt and your wrists were bruised but that was the most damage you had sustained. Though you couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry.

Bucky leaned back on his haunches and you caught his sleeve, "don't leave!"

He shook his head, tongue flicking out over his lips. "Not going anywhere doll." He moved so that he sat beside you and tugged you in under his arm, "don't tell anyone about this."

You snorted harshly, swallowing the fear that nearly choked you. What if he hadn't come? "Like I want anyone to know you couldn't keep your hands off me?"

Bucky scoffed, "you're not my type."

"Bullshit."

Bucky chuckled, "Tony and the others should be here for us soon. Just stay quiet."

"You stay quiet." 

Silence filled the air and you relaxed into him, leaning into his solid frame as he held you close. Bucky smelled of gunpowder, you reached over and buried your face just under his jaw, his metal hand caught the back of your head.

He said nothing when you sniffled, instead shifting until you could bury in closer as he pulled you into his lap.

*

It was rare to see you and not feel the sting of your words. It made him feel… off kilter. He scowled, they had indeed arrived for extraction, you had handed the small flash drive to Tony as Bucky carried you, even when you told him to set you down. He had held on, growling at Steve when he stepped close. He ignored the way your fingers made him feel when you clung to his tac vest, brushing gently against his skin, the way it felt to have you drop your head against his chest. 

They had given you a sedative when you went into shock halfway back. He had finally let you go when he realized he wouldn't do you any good if they couldn't administer any medicine. You should be going off, running at the mouth. He was ready to have you lashing out at him. Watch the way you narrowed your eyes at him when he pushed your buttons. Bucky needed to have you glaring up at him, hands on your hips scowling at him with a sharp come back. It just wasn't normal. 

He looked around, the damned rooms were too white, too clean, too cold. No one came and went like the hospitals he had once frequented with Stevie back in the day. 

Why did it always end up like this? Was it really him and you or was it just that you were more fragile? He needed to make sure you were okay.

Blue eyes swept through the rooms again, he craned his neck to see out the door, licking his lips he stepped closer to your bed, fingers twitching slightly as he reached out. A thought jumping into his head. 

Cuddles.

Bucky licked his lips again, looking out the door. He swallowed and huffed. It was a stupid idea.

"Stupid!" Your voice rang through his head.

Alright. Stupid huh? He could be stupid. 

He toed off his boots and scooted into the bed, shuffling over you into the space behind you. It was a tight fit and it took some maneuvering but he managed to slip an arm in under you and that's when you pressed back into him. 

Bucky froze, waited as you shuffled onto your side and reached back, hand smacking on his thigh and then catching his arm. He grunted softly as you pulled him forwards and wrapped his arm around your midsection. He was already tense when you scooted back further into him, ass bumping into his lap. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, doing his best to behave himself as you squirmed.

"Goddamn it Y/N… I just wanted cuddles…"

You settled after a minute, clutching his hand, Bucky frowned, he had been face to face with you before, inches away but.. This was different. He pressed closer to you, burying his face in your hair and smiled. 

Fuck he was going to hell for this. 

The deepest- you murmured, tugging his arm tighter around you until he dared to spread his hand under your shirt and across your midsection.