Bucky Stories

Your doubtful words sharpened to a gasp because his arms cord around you and reel you in, sending you into a tumble. There’s no time to process, much less recover, before he’s manhandling you into place. His hands line your hips up with the split of his thighs, and somehow your legs are outside of his, then he braces your weight against him.

The roughness stuns you. Little squeaks abandon the base of your throat, and it doesn’t cross your mind to object, subconsciously allowing him to do whatever he wants. As low as the sounds are, you know he hears you but he doesn’t slow or lessen; no, he’s gotta get you in the right position.

His forearm hooks across your belly and sinks strength against there. A grip like that, you won’t be going anywhere. His abdomen is flushed against your back, a subtle arch because he straps you in so tightly. It has the not-too-subtly your ass nestle his crotch, and because your knees dangle outside of his, you’re wide open.

Warmth blooms through your body, embarrassment in your face, something slicking low. When you absentmindedly try to shift, his arm fortifies you like this, and he’s murmuring, “Hey, what’re you doin’?” His nose follows the curvature of your face, words minty against your ear.

You’re dazed, blinking like you’re confused, too. What are you doing? you think before you vaguely recognize what you were prompted to do—the wanton of your position. For some reason, you don’t think to change it anymore; instead, you relax against him. You figure he moved you in such a way that was comfortable.

“Nothing,” you breathe, your arms dropping in front of you which happens to be on his thighs. “Nothing. ‘M fine.”

You feel him smile. “Good. I like having you right here.”

The thing about road trips are the roads. It’s rife with bumps, holes and jolts. You never realized how uneven asphalt is but you’re hyper aware of it. It’s constant vibrations thrumming your system and periodical jumps against your nether regions. He doesn’t budge behind you, an anchor that only untenses for openings to your ass bucking back against him.

Sometimes, a sound or sounds will escape you and he chuckles every time; he does it also when your hands flail for purchase on his thighs. You want to say something, you usually do, but you’re breathless to the surge of heat bouncing between you.

And you aren’t the only one affected. Not a chance, a pressure built and built under you. You play it like you don’t notice it until you have to. Your mind is a taunt, a resounding aghast of, he’s getting bigger? Consequently, the answer is an echo of, he is!

“Sorry,” he says, and you hear the honesty in his voice, but he doesn’t try shifting you away; you’re feeling it all in a thin cover-up and through his swimming trunks. “Can’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” you says because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you acknowledge something that’s supposed to be embarrassing. “I - I understand.”

He chuckles; this time, it’s a dark rumble. “Oh,” is his response, an air of mockery there, and he readjusts you but somehow it’s even more direct. “You understand it’s my cock pressing against the split of your ass?”

Such vulgarity and coming from him to you, your breath hitches, and sensation is rippling through your nerves. The sudden switch triggers something weak (submissive?) inside you. All you manage is a, “Buck. . .” Still shy, your face tucks down.

One of his hands grabs your jaw, and his fingers force you to look at him, a three-fourth’s angle. “I asked a question,” he says, more of an authoritative growl, jerking you against him. “You understand that you’re practically grinding your ass against my dick?”

Your eyes widen. “I am not—I’m not—” you’re stammering your innocence, but his eyes narrow. You feel like puddy against him, and instead, you’re whimpering, “Yes—yes, I understand.”

Like that, he releases your face but his nose nuzzles the side of your cheek. “Okay, good,” he whispers in your ear, then skimming down the crook of your neck sweetly. “I just like making sure you’re well informed. You’re already so smart.”

You respond in his favor, craning your neck as he inhales you. “T - thanks.” You whine because he’s outright grinding against you. His hands splay on your hips, dig in, and work back and forth. You’re half-turning like it’ll slow him down, like it’ll make it less obvious.

He nips at your ear. “Y’know, this can’t possibly be a comfortable position for you.” There he goes with a roll of hips, and you whimper again.“How ‘bout this, I bury myself in your tight little cunt for the ride? I know you’d like it. My big, thick cock stretch in’ you out.”

You visibly tremble beneath him, carnal and obscene, arousal floods you like a toxin. “Why are you—why are you saying these things to me?” Because he’s so cheeky and sweet to you, a proper gentleman, and he’s treating you like this.

He chortles. “Because you’re wet, honey.” One hand slides up your thigh, and his fingers brush against your folds; sure enough, you’ve drenched through your bottoms. You hadn’t noticed it, you were too focused on him doing what he pleased. “You’re a perverse little thing. Look at ‘cha, squirming for it. You tryin’ to make Steve look back here? Seriously?”

That’s not what I—your brains want you to say but his fingers suddenly push in, and you choke on a moan. You shake your head but he’s tsking because now convinced of it.

“Y’know I’m the better friend, right? I mean, look at how I’m takin’ care of you,” he speaks matter of factly, a tad disappointed you’re trying to catch the attention of his other best friend. “I’m the one that’s otcha all aching and brainless.” His fingertips are heavy into you, whirling crude circles against your clit now.

You’re gripping his wrist, and your body openly spasms. “James. You’re, you—” His hands to your hips, rutting into you with a force you can’t resist. Lightning zaps underneath your skin and condemns you to shakes and shudders.

“Uh-huh,” he gloats next to you. “It’s me getting you off. You’re a perverse little thing like I said.” Your sensitivity flares on every stroke, and you whimper-whine, but he keeps at it. Pleasure and pain intertwined, and you’re on the point of writhing, unintentionally ruining the harsh rhythm he’s created. “No, c’mon. You can take it, can’t you?”

You can. It’s that earnest and encouraging cadence that corrupts you completely, so lighthearted against lewd reality. Your lashes fluffer, knowing that this is too blatant to not notice, but careen favorably back anyway. It’s showing, not telling, right? You do both.

“Yeah,” you breathe back, betting you could draw the shape of him just from these thrusts. You don’t know how he doesn’t waver but his cock slips perfectly between your labias. Your thighs are still twitching, and that’s okay because he’s helping those insubordinate muscles stay open.

“You’re so sweet,” he cooes, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. “Rocking’ against me like this. I know what ‘cha want, honey. Go on and tell me.”

Your eyes are still squeezed shut so, you do. “Bucky, would you—would c - cum in—”

His hand clamps across your mouth, and he latches onto your neck. One last shove and thumb hooking the swim bottoms to the side, he sheathes in the depths of you. Thousands of sensations surge inside you, unpreparation a likable pain, and thick spurts of translucent wet swells inside you.

His teeth sink into your skin, branding sharp grunts as an imprint. It takes a number of strength to be stuffed like that, and it takes a number of strength to remain still in between fluttering tightness. And both of you will it, faltering with only a few spasming muscles.

***

Hook left. Duck. Swing right. Dodge. Uppercut. Sweep kick. Tuck and roll. Stumble. Shit. Jab. Before you know it you sweep down and knock Steve onto his back jamming the knife towards him and stopping right before it touches his neck. He huffs out a breath, blinking up at you.

"You're distracted Rogers." You tell him standing up. You hold your hand out to him as you talk, "You're a super soldier standing at six foot something. I've never been able to knock you down in less than an hour and I just got you flat on your back in under twenty minutes."

"I'm sorry." He sighs standing up.

"Spill it." You cross your arms.

"What?" He frowns.

"Clearly something is weighing on your mind. You're too distracted to spar and I know you- you won't be able to get over it until you resolve the issue and if you haven't resolved it yet you obviously need to talk about it. So get talking or I'll tell Tony to bench you." You tell him.

"You wouldn't!" His eyes widen.

"Watch me star-spangled blondie if you can't focus to spar you can't focus to fight and that makes you a liability on missions." You tell him with a shrug. His head tips back and he sighs, running a hand through his hair and you can't help but notice the way his t-shirt tightens around his bicep as the muscles flex.

"Alright, fine. There's a girl." He says. There's you.

"Well, you don't have that dumb lovestruck look on your face which means this girl has you bent out of shape. So what is it? Does she not like you back? Is she taken? Does she not know you exist? Although I don't think there's a single New Yorker that doesn't know Captain America. Does she not know you're Captain America? Is it some online dating situation where you pretended to be normal and now you don't know how to tell her that you're an Avenger?" You rattle off some speculations.

"Where the heck did you get any of those ideas from?" He blinks at you.

"Movies, TV shows, books- the works. But that's besides the point- which is it Rogers?"

"None of the above." He shakes his head.

"Well what is it then? What's got the man with the plan all tangled in knots? I'm on the edge of my seat Cap!" You're being dramatic now, trying to make him laugh- he looks forlorn and you don't like seeing your friend in such distress.

"Buck also likes her." He says. Buck likes you.

"Bucky has a crush! Holy shit that's insane!" You squeal, excited for him. Your dear metal armed pal is so overtly closed off you can't help but be glad that he's opening himself up this way. The fact that he's told Steve means he clearly wants it to go somewhere. Your excitement dies as quickly as it came when you look at Steve's face "oh- shit my bad. I forgot you were- going through it. I'm sorry that was- insensitive to you." You grimace. Steve wants to chuckle at your reaction but he's busy sweating over how risky it is to have this conversation with you. As smart as you are it wouldn't be hard for you to figure out who he's talking about.

"It's fine. That's where we're at though."

"Well- does Bucky know you have feelings for this girl?" You frown.

"No." He says sharply.

"And why not?" You quirk an eyebrow up.

"Bucky deserves something good in his life, and this girl- she's perfect. You know how Bucky is. We both know. If I tell him that I like her- he won't act on his feelings." Steve sighs. You're perfect.

"Right- a few decades in the ice, his years as a hydra assassin not to mention the whole displaced 70 years in the future thing- he doesn't think he deserves anything nice." You sigh.

"The world hasn't been kind to him and if I tell him I like her-"

"America's Golden Boy is tough competition yeah." You nod.

"Yeah- and I can get any girl in New York if I was interested-"

"Well to be fair so could Bucky." You say, your finger trailing across your bottom lip as your mind conjures an image of the large man. You'll admit your friendship with the super soldiers is a conflicting one- at least for you. You do genuinely care about them both, and they're two of the closest friends you've made on the team, but you're also wildly attracted to the two men. You'd never say so- refusing to risk driving a wedge between any of the three of you.

"Y/n!" Steve says incredulously.

"Sorry! I'm just saying- Bucky's hot! And he's kind and funny and thoughtful and- if he saw himself the way we do he could easily have women wrapped around his fingers." You huff. Steve watches with an unreadable expression as you ramble about his best friend.

"All that aside- this is Bucky we're talking about! The fact that he likes her is incredible and that's the part that makes this so important."

"Does she know about his past?" You ask.

"Yes." He nods.

"And she didn't run for the hills?" The smile on your face lets Steve know you're half-joking.

"No! And that's why she's perfect for him." He sighs.

"Okay- so with all that as background I have some questions. Number one- do you plan on making a move on her?" You put up a finger.

"No."

"Ehhh. Number two. Do you plan on telling Bucky that you have feelings for this girl?" You put up a second finger.

"No."

"Wrong answer. Number three. Do you plan on helping Bucky make a move on her?" You put up a third one.

"Probably." He tells you.

"Also the wrong answer."

"What-?"

"Are you insane Steve? You cannot help him with her. Not at the expense of your own feelings." You shake your head profusely.

"He's gonna need help y/n and I'm his best friend."

"He can come to me or Sam. Nat even, Clint is married, I'm sure he can give some advice- I'd honestly rather he go to Tony or Peter before he goes to you for heaven's sake."

"Why?" Steve frowns.

"How much do you care for this girl?" You ask him. He hesitates before letting out a sigh.

"I love her." He admits.

"And Bucky?"

"He does too I'm sure."

"And so you think it's a good idea to help your best friend date the girl that you love?" You blink at him.

"He loves her too, and I know he'll treat her well. I care about them both enough to want them to be happy even if it means that I- that I don't get to be with her."

"And what happens when Bucky finds out you're in love with his girlfriend?"

"He won't. He doesn't know yet and I don't plan to tell him."

"Bucky is not an idiot. He might not know now but trust me- when she's his partner, he will notice. And your best bet is to come clean before he does- because if he finds out on his own everything you do around her becomes suspicious. You sit beside her when the three of you are hanging out, or you see something that reminds you of her and buy it because that's what you do for people, or you go to lunch with her and because you're the 1940s old fashioned gentleman that you are you pay for it- all of those things suddenly have potential to be read wrong by Bucky. And let's say you stop doing all the things that were previously normal in your relationship and she notices then she starts pressing you for answers wondering why things have changed between you- wondering if it has to do with her dating Bucky and gods forbid she puts two and two together that it has to do with Bucky then what? If your friendship means that much to her she might break up with him and if she doesn't it will no doubt put a strain on their relationship. Steve you have to tell him."

"I'd like to believe Bucky and I aren't going to be torn apart over this."

"Then tell him the truth. Because secrets are the easiest way to destroy a friendship. Especially for Bucky- he's got trust issues the size of the twin fucking towers." You tell him.

"I hate you." He mutters.

"I'm right." You shrug.

"I know." He sighs.

"I have another question; does she like either of you?"

"I- I don't know." He says.

"What?" You blink.

"I have no idea. She treats us the same. Sometimes I think she's flirting with me, but then Buck will tell me something she did that sounds like she's flirting with him. I can't tell." He runs a hand through his hair again.

"Well- in that case, you really need to talk to Bucky, because let's say she likes you and not him- he shouldn't be blind sighted by you reciprocating. Plus since you have no reason to assume she likes either of you more than the other- the two of you should have your ducks in a row and then the two of you can decide on the right approach- which may just be telling her the truth and having an open discussion. You're all friends." You tell him.

"I don't like this plan-" he frowns.

"Well it's better than yours." You shrug.

"Yeah but now I have to risk Bucky emotionally retreating."

"Again- you don't know if she likes either of you- she could not reciprocate and then he's crushed either way. But for the sake of your friendships you have to come clean. First to him and then to this girl- well, if that's what the two of you decide to do. Which I think you should because there's no point in stressing over a woman who doesn't want either of you."

"I hate this." He grumbles.

"Oh come on golden boy- honesty should be easy for America's hero." You joke.

"Y/n c'mon." He groans. You sigh.

"Stevie- I get it- this isn't a simple situation but your best bet- is to just be honest. You've known Bucky your whole life so that should be the easy part- hard part comes when you have to confess to your girl. Hey maybe you'll get lucky and she likes you both." You shrug nudging Steve in the side.

"How would that be lucky?" He frowns.

"If you and Buck are open to it you can both date her. Make a cute little throuple." You laugh.

"A- throuple?" His eyes tell you he has no idea what you're talking about.

"Yeah- it's a fun word for relationships involving three people. Three plus couple equals throuple." You explain.

"Oh- you think that could happen?" His eyes widen.

"I can think of a lot of people who wouldn't mind being in a super soldier sandwich. Ooh alliteration."

"I won't get my hopes up for that." He shakes his head. You laugh.

"Well hey- if it were me I'd just date you both. Why choose?" You shrug walking out of the training room. Steve lets out a stressed sigh at your parting words.

Would you really date them both? It's one thing to say it as a joke but if Steve and Bucky asked you in all seriousness to date them- would you actually consider- no. He can't get carried away indulging that idea. First, he needs to talk to Bucky. Just like you said.

***

It takes him days to finally talk to Bucky. It happens when Bucky comes to him after spending the day with you. He's sitting on Steve's bed raving about how amazing you are and he can't help thinking about how he knows everything Bucky is talking about and the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them.

"I'm in love with her." He tells his friend, eyes downcast.

"What?" Bucky says sitting up to look at Steve.

"Y/n. I'm in love with y/n." Steve says despite the churning feeling in his stomach.

"You're in love with her." Bucky repeats.

"Yes." Steve says even though he wasn't asked a question.

"Did you fall in love with her after you knew I did?" Bucky asks.

"No."

"And you knew you loved her when I told you?"

"I'm sorry Buck I didn't expect- I didn't know you'd fall in love with her. And I didn't know how to tell you- because I thought that if I told you- you'd give up on being with her and that's not- if it's between the two of us I want her to have you."

"Steve-"

"You deserve someone like her- she cares about you deeply. You don't even know the half of it." Steve tells Bucky.

"Yeah but let's be honest if her choices are you and me? She's not picking me." Bucky shakes his head. Steve is silent for what is probably too long for Bucky. He's trying to figure out how to phrase the next part.

"What if- she didn't have to make a choice?" He asks slowly. Bucky blinks at him.

"What?" Bucky scoffs.

"To cut a long story short I talked to her and-"

"You told her?!" Bucky cuts Steve off.

"No! Not technically! We were sparring, it came up, I just told her we were crushing on the same girl and she told me that we should talk to the girl- together. Then she made a joke about the girl dating us both- something about a super soldier sandwich- and that she wouldn't choose- she'd date us both. But I don't think she realizes that- that she's the girl."

"A super soldier sandwich?" Bucky questions.

"Apparently- there's a thing called a throuple. A couple but with three people- that's how she defined it." Steve tries to explain.

"You- You want us to go to y/n- our closest friend- and tell her- that we're both in love with her, and we both want to date her. Together. Is that what you're telling me?" Bucky asks.

"Well it was her idea, she just- doesn't know it's about her. We don't have to do it obviously. I just- wanted to bring it up- because now- if either of us confesses to her she's going to know that the other one is also in love with her and she probably won't make a choice for fear of coming between us or something." Steve tells him.

"It's not- the worst idea. But how would we navigate- dating the same woman?" Bucky frowns.

"I'm assuming a lot of communication. This wouldn't be the first time we've shared something." Steve says.

"Right but this is a human being we're talking about." Bucky says.

"I know- but it was her idea- besides I'm sure if we talked it out we could work out the details."

"You really want us to both date her?"

"Well the alternative is that she chooses one of us- or neither of us for fear of ruining our friendship- and I don't particularly like the odds of those options. So if there's an option that doesn't result in one or both of us losing her- why not?" Steve explains.

"What if she doesn't like either of us?" Bucky asks worriedly.

"I- genuinely don't think so- after our conversation- I think- I think she likes us. But- we can speculate all day, we should just talk to her."

"Well- how would we do this?" Bucky sighs.

"We need a game plan." Steve says.

"Then- let's, make a game plan. Tentatively." Bucky says. This idea is intimidating to him, but he'll admit he'd like to avoid the options that land him or his best friend heartbroken. Besides- he can't say he's opposed to the thought of sharing you with his best friend. The images flashing through his mind send blood rushing downwards.

***

You're sitting in the lounge with a bowl of chips next to you and your laptop in your lap typing away, your feet kicked up on the coffee table when Steve walks in from the hall- probably his bedroom.

"Hey Rogers." You say without looking away from your computer.

"Hey y/n." He calls over his shoulder as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. "what're you working on?" He asks coming over to you.

"Just finishing a report. What's up?" You look at him when he sits on the table in front of you.

"I talked to Bucky." He tells you. It's been over two weeks since your chat in the gym but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask for any updates. You close your laptop quickly, sitting up to give him your full attention.

"You did? Oh my gosh how did it go?" You ask him excitedly. You're criminally invested in the love lives of your two friends. You really hope things work out for them both.

"It went- better than I expected." He admits.

"Oh come on Stevie you gotta give me more than that!" You scoff.

"I kinda blurted it out very unceremoniously by accident and then I had to explain myself- and then I told him about your suggestion- you know, asking her to date both of us." He explains.

"Oh? What did he say?"

"He was- a little confused. Granted so was I. We probably should've just come to you about it admittedly since it was your idea." He says. You laugh.

"So did you talk to the girl yet?" You ask.

"We're- working on that step." He says.

"What's the holdup?" You joke with him. Steve holds up a finger indicating you to wait a second.

"Hey Bucky!" He calls behind him causing the man in question to join you two in the lounge.

"Oh hi Buck! Wait is this you guys coming to ask me questions about the throuple thing?" You ask looking between the pair as Bucky joins you on the couch.

"Something like that." Bucky mumbles.

"What does that mean-?" You frown.

"Did Steve tell you who the girl was?" Bucky asks. You shake your head.

"I didn't really need to know that to give advice- plus I didn't want to pry." You explain.

"You didn't want to pry?" Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.

"In my defense! I knocked you flat on your back in under twenty minutes while we were sparring. It was a valid inquiry to wonder what had you that distracted." You shrug.

"She beat you while sparring in under twenty minutes?!" Bucky looks at Steve.

"He left that bit out, didn't he?" You laugh.

"It wasn't important to the story Buck." Steve blushes slightly.

"You were that torn up about all this?" Bucky frowns- even though he and Steve had settled things on their end he didn't know the extent of Steve's distress over the matter.

"Not important anymore." Steve shakes it off.

"Hey on the plus side it seems like you two have sorted it out- at least half of it. Now you gotta tell de girl." You tell them, singing the last part to the rhythm of kiss the girl from The Little Mermaid. You throw your head back laughing at your own stupid joke.

"Y/n-" Bucky says placing his hand on your knee. The action stops your laughter. You look at him and note the intensity in his gaze. You glance at Steve and find him giving you a similar look and your mouth runs dry.

"W- what's going on?" You ask unsure of where your gaze should focus. The two of them share a look for a moment.

"We- have a confession to make." Steve announces.

"A confession? This sounds dramatic." You tell them.

"We're in love with you." Bucky says.

"Both of us." Steve adds. Your head snaps between the two of them a few times before your eyes settle on Steve.

"Wait I'm the girl you were telling me about?" Your eyes widen.

"Yes- I'm sorry for not telling you the whole truth the first time I was just worried about what could happen if I did. Especially since Bucky's feelings weren't mine to tell you."

"I understand why you didn't. You were practically in knots over the whole thing." You say.

"Right but then you told me to talk to him, and you told me that we should tell her together and you made that super soldier sandwich joke-" Steve trails. You let out a chuckle.

"Right- my alliteration. Super soldier sandwich. It just rolls off the tongue right? Still proud of that." You nod.

"Here we are confessing our feelings and she's going on about literary devices." Bucky scoffs.

"Make us squirm why don't you?" Steve jokes.

"Sorry- yes this is a serious conversation. We're being serious. Let me make sure I got this right- you're both in love with me, and you are now proposing to me an idea I gave Stevie. Yes?"

"Yes." Steve nods.

"This is ridiculous, isn't it?" Bucky shakes his head.

"Hey! It was my idea. Of course I don't think it's ridiculous. Bucky are you not comfortable with this idea?" You frown placing your hand over his that's on your knee.

"It's not that! I'm just- I'm nervous about this whole thing. I don't want this to ruin our friendships." He admits. "plus I feel like you're stalling because you're trying to figure out how to turn us down." He adds quietly.

"No! That's not it at all. I'm just- a bit shocked that you two have feelings for me and that two one hundred year old super soldiers are actually indulging this idea. You're both so old fashioned in almost everything you do." You tell them. "To clarify I'm- attracted to you both. I just want to make sure this is something you actually want and not something you're offering to me because you think it's what I want." You add after a moment of silence.

"It's what we want." Bucky says.

"And you're not doing this as a safety net?" You ask. When you joked about them dating the same girl you hadn't expected it to come to fruition, and certainly not with you in the middle. You know this isn't normal for either of them and you're worried they're doing this for the wrong reasons.

"A safety net? I feel like I'm risking my entire support system by doing this." Bucky chuckles.

"Bucky you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I promise I won't take it any kinda way." You tell him.

"No I'm not saying I don't want this- I do. I'm just saying this isn't a 'safety net' option for me."

"We're not doing this as a safety net. Bucky and I already talked about it in great detail." Steve assures you. You nod.

"I know this is very out of your comfort zone- for both of you. I just want you guys to be sure." You tell them grabbing Steve's hand and keeping your other hand on Bucky's. Bucky's metal hand comes up to your cheek, turning his head to face him. His icy blue eyes stare into yours intently.

"Y/n- we want this. We want you. We're sure of it." He tells you. Your breath hitches at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Now- the question is, do you want us?" Your head turns toward Steve at his question. He's giving you the same intense look that Bucky had and you find yourself unable to reply.

"Answer him doll." Bucky says. The soft command in your ear causes you to whimper quietly and Bucky's hand instinctively tightens above your knee at the sound.

"Yes." You breathe.

"Yes what?" Steve asks, leaning towards you.

"Yes- Yes I want you."

"Good girl." Bucky groans turning your head towards him again, this time to crush his lips to yours. His lips are soft but demanding as they move against your own in a way that is all-consuming. Steve shifts from the table to the other side of you on the couch. You don't notice the action until he starts kissing along your neck. The feel of his lips on your skin and the body heat on either side of you causes a gasp to fall from you. Bucky uses the moment to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your brain is foggy trying to focus on any one thing. Steve's hand is around your neck as he liters your throat with blooms of red and purple, Bucky's hands are sitting at your waist.

"Pick a room princess." Steve mutters against your skin. Bucky pulls away to let you answer. You blink a few times to focus.

"What?" You croak, your voice thick with want.

"He told you to pick a room babydoll." Bucky chuckles.

"If we're going to continue, we don't want our first time with you to be on the living room couch sweetheart." Steve explains.

"I- I don't know- does it matter?" You look between the two of them.

"Don't overthink it love, we'll fuck you all our rooms eventually anyway." Bucky says and you have to choke back a moan at his words.

"Fuck it let's just go to mine." You reply.

"Perfect." Steve groans turning you towards him to lift you into his arms. Bucky stands with him as you kiss Steve briefly. "c'mere." Steve mutters bringing your lips to his again as he walks down the hall to your bedroom. His kiss is gentler than Bucky's but just as dominating and you groan into the kiss as you tangle your fingers into his hair. Before you realize it you're being tossed onto your bed, the two super soldiers immediately sitting on either side of you. Bucky's hands are at the hem of your shirt tugging it over your head while Steve's hands help you out of your shorts, leaving you in your red bra and black panties. The pieces don't match, but neither of them seems to mind as they stare you down, taking in your half naked body. Bucky's lips are back on yours moments later while Steve peppers kisses along your chest, fleeting touches at the edge of your bra.

"You're so gorgeous princess." Steve mutters against your skin. You sigh when Bucky's lips travel to your neck, covering the areas that Steve left bare earlier. Your hands reach out and slip under Bucky's shirt, dragging your nails down his abs, reveling in the way the muscles contract under your touch and the hiss that falls from his lips. Steve's hands unhook your bra and toss it somewhere else in the room.

"Oh fuck doll, you have such pretty tits." Bucky tells you, taking one of your nipples between his fingers. His twisting and pulling cause whimpers to fall from your lips.

"Ah- B-Bucky." You mewl, your hands grasping at his thigh. Steve's lips suction your other nipple into his mouth. The combined ministrations send shots of pleasure to your core, your pussy aching for attention.

"Stevie." You whimper tugging at his blonde hair. Steve's lips cover yours again as Bucky travels further down your body, a kiss to your thigh alerting you to his presence between your legs. You gasp when cool metal slides up the outside of your leg, contrasting with heated fingers sliding up the other. His hands hook into your panties and tug them off so quickly he rips them. You gasp and pull away from Steve to look at the torn fabric in his hands.

"Did you have to rip them?" You frown.

"It was an accident- but don't worry, I'll replace them doll." Bucky winks at you as he kisses your thigh again.

"Don't get too attached to your underwear princess. We'll probably end up ripping a few more." Steve tells you bringing his lips back to yours.

"As long as you replace whatever you ruin." You mutter against his kiss.

"I like the idea of buying you things to rip them off you when we fuck you stupid." Bucky hums as his lips travel closer to your exposed cunt. Your head falls to Steve's shoulder when Bucky's tongue swipes along your clit.

"Fuuuck." You moan into Steve's neck.

"Holy hell you taste so good doll." Bucky grumbles against you. His finger dips into your hole to collect some of your juices. "Steve you have to taste her." Bucky holds his finger up to his friend. Steve wraps his lips around Bucky's outstretched finger, slurping your essence off of it with a satisfied groan. You can't help the way your walls clench around nothing at the sight.

"Fuck princess, you do taste good." Steve groans. Bucky buries his head back between your thighs, attacking your clit with sharp swipes of his tongue. You busy yourself littering Steve's throat with hickeys between your sounds of pleasure- satisfied by the way he responds to your lips. The feel of cold metal sliding slowly into your heat makes your back arch suddenly as you cry out.

"Ah- God that feels so good." You whimper. Bucky's fingers move quickly between your folds as his mouth focuses solely on your swollen clit. One of your hands threads through his hair, while the other wraps around Steve's arm, clutching him like a lifeline. Your breath is coming out in uneven pants as Bucky's fingers dance around inside you, stretching you, every movement so calculated you'd think Bucky knew your body better than you did, his tongue and fingers moving against you in just the right way to have you hurdling towards an orgasm faster than you thought possible. "B-Buck- ah fuck. I'm-" your attempt at babbling off a sentence is cut short when Bucky sucks particularly harshly on your clit causing you to scream at the sharp stab of pleasure.

"Aw, does our precious baby wanna cum? Is that it princess?" Steve asks forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes could torch a forest with its intensity but you manage to nod frantically even as Bucky continues to toy with your cunt, fingers fucking into you quickly.

"Use your words for us darling. Tell Bucky what you want." Steve commands as you grind into Bucky's hand and mouth.

"P-p- please. Fuck. Please. I need to cum, please Bucky." You stutter out.

"What do you think Buck? Should we let her?" Steve asks.

"Stevie, Bucky please- please let me cum- I- I need- fuck- please." You moan. Bucky's right hand splays against your hips, holding you down as his fingers drive into you relentlessly.

"You beg so nicely princess." Steve's hand comes up to stroke your cheek and you lean into his touch.

"Please." You whimper as Bucky continues to tongue at your core greedily.

"I think we should let her Buck." Steve says looking down at his friend between your legs.

"Cum for us doll." Bucky growls between your legs. His fingers curl against the spot inside you that causes your body to thrash violently as your orgasm crashes into you like a large wave. Bucky continues to lap at your gushing cunt, working you through one of the strongest orgasms you've ever had.

"Holy fuck." You sigh once you come down. Steve chuckles.

"Are you okay princess?" He asks stroking your arm. You nod.

"I'm great." You smile. Bucky sits up with a smile of his own, his mouth and chin glistening with your slick.

"Hey Stevie, have a taste." Bucky winks at you as he grabs Steve by his neck and pulls him into a kiss that makes your mouth dry. You can't help but watch as Steve yields to Bucky's tongue and in that moment it's clear that in your relationship, Bucky is in charge. When they eventually pull apart Bucky's eyes fall to you. "Steve, why don't you tell her how she tastes." Bucky suggests.

"She tastes great-" Steve croaks.

"I think she liked watching you taste her on my lips. Did you doll?" Bucky continues fixing you with his stare. You nod, not trusting your voice.

"Use your words princess." Steve says looking over at you, seeming to snap out of the submissive state Bucky had him in.

"Y-yes. I- I liked watching."

"Good girl." Bucky says connecting his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss, the taste of yourself mingled with the taste of Steve and Bucky making your head swim. Steve taps your thigh as Bucky pulls away.

"Hands and knees princess." Steve orders. You rush to shift into position as Steve and Bucky move to where they need to be. Bucky is leaning against the headboard with his erection staring at you while Steve positions himself behind you.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth while Steve fucks your sweet cunt open. Alright doll?" Bucky says, his hand grasping your chin to make you look at him.

"Please." You whimper.

"That's our girl." He beams at you. You lick up Bucky's dick from base to tip once, twice, three times, before swallowing the tip. "Steve, take her." Bucky hisses at the feeling of your mouth as he turns his attention to Steve. Almost immediately you feel the blunt head of Steve's cock pushing past your entrance. You moan loudly, resting your head on Bucky's thigh as the feeling of Steve slowly filling you is almost overwhelming.

"Holy shit, she's so tight and wet and hot." Steve breathes.

"How're you doing doll?" Bucky asks, rubbing your shoulder.

"Good- fuck it feels so good. You're so big Stevie." You moan as Steve bottoms out. You return your attention to Bucky, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. He groans, tipping his head back for a moment.

"Fuck her Steve." Bucky commands. Steve's response is quick, his hips pulling back and snapping forward sharply. His movements are calculated, perfectly timed to push you towards the edge. Bucky's hands lace through your hair as his hips snap up into your mouth. He holds your head still as he fucks into your mouth, tears springing into your eyes as the tip of his dick batters against the back of your throat in time with Steve fucking your pussy. You clench around Steve as a particularly hard thrust has you moaning around Bucky. "Fuck, Steve- whatever you just did, do it again." He groans. Steve repeats the motion with ease, eliciting the same reaction from you as the first time.

"You like that princess?" Steve asks, adjusting his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, leaving you moaning uncontrollably and you choke on Bucky's cock in your mouth.

"Fuck her harder Steve. Wanna see her fall apart around you." Bucky says yanking you off his dick by your hair. You look up at him in confusion but Steve's increased thrusts don't allow you to hold the look for long as you're pushed forward with the force of his hips against yours.

"F-fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Steve- you f-fill me up so well- fuck it feels good." You moan voice a bit hoarse from the throat fucking.

"Are you close doll? Wanna cum all over Steve's cock?" Bucky asks you.

"Yes- yes yes yes yes please can I cum please please please." You're begging desperately when Steve's hand slips between your legs to toy with your neglected clit. You buck your hips against his hand as he continues to plow into you.

"You look so pretty like this doll, all fucked out and stuffed full of one of our cocks. I bet you'd look even cutter stuffed with both of us." Bucky muses. All you can do is moan at his filthy words.

"Fuck I think she likes that Buck- she just clenched so tightly." Steve hisses.

"What a good little whore." Bucky chuckles and your cheeks heat at the way you feel your body react to degrading name calling. By the way his eyes light up you know Bucky noticed your reaction. "Oh this is an interesting turn of events. You like that? The idea of being our perfect little whore. Being a good little slut for Stevie and me to use however we want huh?" He asks forcing you to look at him.

"Yes- fuck- yes I like it. Bucky- I need to cum so badly. Please- please please can I cum." You beg him with wide eyes as your body writhes in pleasure.

"Fuck you look so good like this." He groans stroking your cheek.

"B-Bucky- Stevie- please- please let me cum." You continue to plead.

"You cum when Steve's ready for you to." Bucky concludes. Steve continues to pound into you, his fingers playing with clit.

"Stevie- please please make me cum please daddy please." You're barely aware of the words spilling from your lips as you beg, desperate for your release. So wrapped up in your own pleasure you don't notice the way the men look at each other until Steve stills behind you, making you whine out in protest. Steve's hand wraps around your throat pulling you up against him as Bucky moves forward, his face inches from yours as he grabs your chin.

"What did you just say Princess?" Steve asks, his lips brushing against your ear. You blink, trying to focus through your sex-clogged haze. What had you said?

"He asked you a question doll. Answer it." Bucky growls.

"I- um- please make me cum?" You reply uncertainly.

"What did you call me princess?" Steve's hand squeezes around your throat. You try hard to remember your last sentence. You called him Stevie- that can't be the cause of this- you'd called him that all night- your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

"Answer the question baby." Bucky smirks. He knows you've figured it out.

"D-daddy." You whisper.

"I don't think I heard you darling, what did you call me?" Steve asks again, squeezing harder at the sides of your throat.

"Daddy. I called you daddy." You choke out, your face heating up.

"Daddy huh, you want daddy to keep fucking you doll?" Bucky taunts.

"Yes." You moan.

"Yes, what?" Bucky asks- curious what honorific you'll assign him. You pause for a moment considering.

"Yes sir." You say. Bucky sucks in a breath- he likes the title.

"Well you'll have to ask him baby- ask daddy to fuck you." Bucky orders sitting back against the headboard.

"Please daddy- please fuck me- destroy my pussy with your cock- please!" You pant out, desperate to feel him move again.

"You heard her Stevie- fuck her open." Bucky says. Steve's hand around your throat slides down to the middle of your back, pushing you forward into Bucky, your face pressed against his abdomen as Steve's hips start up again. He sets a harsh rhythm of fast and hard thrusts that have you crying out in pleasure, your hands finding purchase in Bucky's thighs as Steve fucks you.

"Daddy- please can I cum- please daddy, please!" You plead. Steve's hand reaches around your waist and rubs rough circles around your clit.

"Cum for me princess- cum all over daddy's dick." Steve grits out and like his words control your body- your orgasm washes over you quickly.

"You look pretty when you cum darling." Bucky says.

"Thank you sir." You moan as Steve continues to fuck you as your orgasm fades.

"Fuck- fuck I'm close." Steve groans.

"Please- please daddy- fill my pussy with your cum daddy- please I want it so badly." You moan.

"You heard her Stevie- make her all messy for me." Bucky says. Steve's hips stutter as he paints your walls white, the heat of his cum causing you to moan.

"Fucking hell." Steve sighs. Bucky reaches behind you to caress Steve's cheek, helping to ground him. Steve pulls out of you slowly and lays beside you.

"How are you feeling doll?" Bucky asks you.

"Empty." You pout as your pussy pulsates around nothing, Steve's cum leaking out of you slowly.

"Empty huh? What's wrong doll? You haven't had enough yet? You wanna be fucked again?"

"Please sir." You nod with a whimper. Bucky slides off the bed and your eyes follow him as he speaks again.

"You're a greedy little slut aren't you." He scoffs flipping you onto your back. You moan in response.

"Please fuck me sir." You moan spreading your legs for him to get a good look at your messy cunt. The mix of your juices and Steve's cum dripping between your folds causes Bucky's eyes to darken, steel blue practically disappearing behind dark pupils.

"That I can do." He growls sliding into you, the sloppiness of yours and Steve's fluids making it easy. Your head falls back with a moan at being full again. Bucky is a little thicker than Steve but just as long. He's still inside you for one moment before his hips are snapping forward sharply. His thrusts are more forceful than Steve's were. He fucks you like he's trying to possess your body, like he's trying to own you completely.

"S-sir- fuck sir- you feel so good." You cry out when Bucky's thumb reaches down to rub your clit in rough circles.

"Cum for me doll- wanna feel you cum on my dick." Bucky huffs out. Your back arches as your orgasm washes over you.

"Pretty girl." Steve leans over to kiss you sweetly as Bucky continues to fuck you through it. You moan into Steve's mouth when Bucky's thumb continues to toy with your clit.

"Come on darling, gimme another one. I love the way your pussy feels when you cum doll. Do it again." Bucky growls.

"Sir I-I can't." You whimper. It's too much too soon but Bucky seems to think otherwise as he chases his own release.

"You can and you will. Cum doll." He orders. Steve's lips leave yours in favor of wrapping around one of your nipples, his fingers pulling and tweaking at the other one. The added attention soon forces you over the edge into another orgasm that takes you completely by surprise when it crashes into you. "Good girl. Such a perfect little whore." Bucky groans as your pussy clenches around him. A few strokes later, Bucky's hips stutter as he cums inside you with a shaky moan. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as the aftershocks of his orgasm wear off.

"Are you okay Buck?" Steve asks running his hand through his friend's hair. Bucky's silent for a moment before, with a sigh, he slowly slides out of you and rolls over to lay on your other side.

"Never better." He smiles before rolling out of bed.

"Where are you going?" You ask with a frown. He picks you up bridal style and you let out a tiny yelp of surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"We are going to clean you up." He says kissing the top of your head. Steve follows the both of you to the bathroom where the two of them clean you up and get you into some new clothes. When they're done Steve carries you to his room.

"We're gonna shower and fix up your room. We'll be right back princess." Steve tells you before the two exit, Steve to his own bathroom and Bucky down the hall- presumably to his or your room. You force yourself to stay awake until both men have returned and climb into Steve's bed on either side of you.

"Now what?" You mumble into Bucky's chest.

"Now, we take a nap." Bucky says.

"Then when you wake up we can properly discuss our relationship moving forward." Steve says draping an arm around your waist.

"We did that a little out of order." You muse.

"When have we ever done things in order?" Bucky chuckles.

"Stevie likes order." You say tracing shapes in Steve's arm that's around you.

"Where you're involved I can live with chaos." Steve says kissing your shoulder. You're laying between your two best friends after having undoubtly the best sex of your life about to get into a relationship with them.

"Who would have guessed this is where we'd end up when I knocked you on your ass a few weeks ago." You mumble sleepily. You feel more than hear the two men laugh as sleep finally claims you as they both kiss you on the forehead.

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

People jump and sway around you, a mob of glittery, sweaty limbs touching and grinding against each other. You navigate through the crowd, swatting away wandering hands and stray lips until you make your way to the bar. Signaling the bartender, you order a shot of tequila, needing a little liquid courage.

 You weren’t supposed to be here, but the only alias they could use to get a meeting with the buyer was part of a couple. And you were the only one that could help them out. Bucky was too well known through these parts and there was no way an Avenger could disguise himself among this crowd. Which left John Walker and you, a fact that Sam and Bucky hated.

You could see past Bucky’s stoic demeanor to the seething rage lurking beneath his seemingly cold indifferent blue eyes during the meeting, rage that grew each time John emphasized how loving the couple was known to be. The thought of having his hands on you turned your stomach. 

Honestly, you were only doing this for Bucky. 

While the information you could get from the buyer would help the team, it would also lead to another name on his list. A fact that only you and Bucky were aware of and the only reason he was allowing this to happen. 

You know him so well that you picked up on the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever he was upset, how he would tap his left knee with his index finger as if he were counting down in his head, a  grounding technique he picked up from somewhere. 

You intertwined your fingers in his while you listened, rubbing your thumb across his palm, tapping along with him. His quick squeeze telling you he was okay. He has to shut down and compartmentalize otherwise his emotions would get the best of him. 

You and Sam remember the last time you were in danger, the destruction he reigned down to save you was astonishing. Rule number 2 of his does not apply to you in the slightest. 

If he even thinks you’re in danger, there is no stopping him. 

A fact he reminded a smug John of several times during the planning process.  

You pulled down the end of your form-fitting teal dress and threw back the shot, the crystal clear liquid burning it’s way down your throat. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you slide the glass down the counter.