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The mattress creaks and the frame knocks into the wall, chipping the paint, denting the wood where the two meet.

Forehead to forehead, sweat accumulating with torrid breaths and aching muscles, Bucky's hips caught to yours. Pressing, slamming, holding down as he clenches his glutes and humps, elongating the pleasure, taunting.

But the light chime of his tags kept ringing. They keep batting across your chest, cold and moist, patting your chin and dragging across your skin when you were right there.

It was just as your legs fell open, knees laying up as his dick dragged in and out, and he willed his noises to stay at a minimum, when the tags flittered to the dip of your neck. Your lips parted, sighing, rolling your eyes as it tap tap tap's and sings against your hot skin. You move, careful not to ruin the precision, pressing the chain against his peck, holding them firm to his chest.

At first, Bucky almost sat up, almost paused to ask if you were okay — pushing at his sternum, brows taut and eyes glassy, whining with every breath. Instead he pushed deeper, metal fingers drawing up your body until they held your jaw, squeezing your cheeks, making you look into his eyes.

"What's the matter?" His breath sticks to your face, bumping his nose to yours. "Pushin' me away? C'mon, speak to me."

You can't. That's the problem. It feels like with each pull and push, each pulse around his cock, and every kiss his tip grants your cervix, he drives all linguistic knowledge out of your brain, spilling it from your lips in garbled nonsense and breathy moans.

A whiney hum spills out as you tighten your lips into a line, keeping your jaw firm. You lean back into the pillow, shutting your eyes trying to find any semblance of words, but his hips keep moving. Slower now, yet still as effective, still holding you rigid and perfectly, and tauntingly precise. Rutting the length of himself inside of you while the fuzz of hair that littered the base kept grazing your clit. It isn't until one hand claws at the meat of his shoulder, and the other, the hand that pushed at the chain, leaving tiny dents in it's wake, fisted at the metal.

It clinks as the tags stay dangling from your palm, bumping to and fro.

"Oh, sweetheart," Bucky soothes, the warm metal of his thumb strokes against your bottom lip, slicked with spit and salty with sweat. "We're they botherin' you?"

You nod quickly, leaving a sharp smile on his face, dipping down to leave gentle kisses against your jaw.

"My smart girl," you keen into the praise, leaning deeper into his hand, letting his voice rasp and vibrate into your skin, leaving more room for him to lick and kiss. "Thought you wanted me to stop."

Ardently, you shake your head, ruffling your hair into the pillow behind you.

"No, no stopping. 'M not gonna stop." And he doesn't. His flesh hand replaces your own around the tags and he slots them between his teeth.

Salt and iron cover his tongue, sweat that had dripped from his down body, and your own that had mixed in as it had laid against your own skin, or tapped annoyingly your neck. It makes a dull sound as they sat firmly between his teeth, braced to the side, just where his molars start and his canines dig into the printed letters of his name.

It shouldn't be hot.

The sight of his mouth full, his teeth bared, carrying something precious with an iron grip of his jaw, made your walls pulse. You almost wanted to swap it out, to reach up and take the tags in your own mouth, enveloped in the debauched taste of century old metal, skin and spit.

But its hedonic. You love how he looks. Skin slick, chest heaving, drool already pooling at the edges of the tags, at the corner of his mouth right where his lips met. Animalistic in a way.

"There we go, there we go," his speech muffled, yet still affirmative and firm as he brings back the pace. Making your head drop back and mouth hang open on a gasp, arching your back. The warmth of his palm glides up your torso, leaving goosebumps as he drags up and down, before pulling your leg up by the thigh to latch onto his waist and holding you firmly at the hip. All while holding himself up on his forearm, vibranium fingers holding the top of your head reassuringly, grazing his thumb on your hairline.

He hums, unable to speak with his mouth full, unable to gather the spit about to fall. Your hands claw at the contorting muscles of his shoulder blades, moving to capture his hair between your fingers.

The tug you force has him stuttering, hips pressing to your own, the hair surrounding his base tickles again, right against your nub.

"Oh—fuck," you breathe out, jaw slack and tight all at once, the light feeling of release easing up your back as your thighs begin to tingle and tremble around his torso. "Bucky… Bucky, please."

The rivulets of spit drop, coating your neck and chin, and he follows them down until his hot, wet breath finds your temple. His chest caves with each inhale, keeping his hips up, holding down the pace that has you throbbing up his shaft, your nails digging into his shoulder and thighs shaking. He can feel the ring around the root of him, creamy and white, mixed in with the dark patch of hair.

The tags tinkle dully, let go from the cell of his teeth to lay wet next to your neck. You pay no mind to the slurping sound of him gathering spit from his lips; only staying in the blissed out haze of Bucky's body atop of yours and his pretty cock slapping in and out of you.

"C'mon, c'mon…" he repeats like a mantra, whispering under his breath, heated on the shell of your ear. "You got it, fuck, you feel so good. Wanna cum—cum inside of you, wanna push it in deep, n'keep fuckin' it in… Please, please, please…"

As your nails print crescents into his skin, your mouth holds a jumble of 'yes's to his shoulder. Balm and torrid to the meat of his shoulder, your body locks and a sweet ache begins to release around the stretch of him. Your lips press to his collarbone, muffling the shudders and whines and gasps that release as he fucks you through it, wet slaps and mumbled grunts chorusing together while you jolt and pulse.

It isn't long until he follows through, finishing deep inside, pressing and holding himself as his cock twitches with each spurt of cum. As if awoken from his daze, he keeps his hips moving.

Splatterings of white coat both of your pelvises and thighs, shuddering with overstimulation, muscles limp from overexertion, eyes half lidded and lips parted and red.

Bucky slowed himself as your jerking lessened and your teeth bared to hiss at the mild pain, and his dick softened. He watched, holding himself up with his knuckles to the pillow, guiding the softer limb to stay inside of your full warmth, uncaring about the mess that now coats his fingers — absentmindedly licking them off like candy residue.

Sighs and soft groans alike leave you both as he slips out. Your nails caress his torso, gliding gently up the red marks you printed on his back, down to the sensitive muscles of his ass, making him twitch and press his hips to yours again with a stifled laugh to your jaw.

"Careful, might get hard again before I can clean you up." He kisses and breathes you in, holding you into his body as your fingers hold their gentle rhythm.

You huff a lazy version of a laugh, nosing against the sweet smell of sweat where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Oh no, how awful," You croak sarcastically. The weakness in your voice makes you both laugh fully, rumbling chests pressed against one another, cheeks tight with smiles, and eyes watching with warm fragments. After a short moment of silence, of lungs catching up, you follow down the column of his neck to where his dog tags laid lopsided on your chest, and hummed. "I liked that thing you did."

"'That thing'?" He pressed, smirking, lowering his voice. "I've got many things goin' for me, sweetheart, be specific."

Another laugh breaks, crinkling your eyes at the corners, playfully pushing at his chest.

"That dog tag thing, you know, putting them in your mouth."

"You liked that?"

You nodded, fervently. "Uh-huh. Very much."

His lips move into a soft smile, catching the slick metal cards between his fingers to bring them up.

"That so?" He teases quietly, dragging them across your bottom lip, leaving the dewy residue to sit, sliding them just between the seam of your lips only to jut it out with a pop. "Maybe next time you can hold them for me?"

With your tongue poking out, you get a taste of the flavour that pooled alongside Bucky's own tongue. Musky and sour, tangy with body heat. And with a soft press on your thigh, you know that you're under a limit.

"Next time meaning five minutes?" You prod, tilting your head innocently. "Haven't even gotten cleaned up and it seems like little Sergeant Barnes is reporting for duty."

With a tut, he holds your chin, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, fuck that and your smart mouth. Open wide, hold tight."

You obey and bite down as he slots the tags between your teeth, tugging at the chain twice to test out your grip. You scrunch your nose and furrow your brows, playfully pulling back at the chain. The grotesque brackishness of the tester you got grips you fully and drips down your throat.

"'Little Sergeant Barnes'," he repeats, sitting up as far as he could to grab ahold on himself. Sticky, wet and just as hard as before. He strokes himself, groaning as he fists tighter at his ruddy tip, coaxing a pearl of precum. Defiantly, he taps his heaviness on your clit. "Keep that up and making sure every inch of you aches with me the next day, understood?"

A giggle bubbles up before you could force it down. He slaps his cock against your clit again, holding and coating it down and between your lips, still creamy and dripping his own release, bullying your button with his tip. Your whine is muffled between your teeth as you bear them down.

"Understood?" He pushes, voice firmer, harsher, and you nod, heart racing, ribs already quivering. The sounds of your joint bodies squelch louder and louder, as your head lays dizzier and dizzier, but his voice whispers so soft and the way he terrorises and hounds your insides brings stars to the corners of your eyes.

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The roar of the stadium was a physical thing, a wave of sound that vibrated through the concrete and into the very marrow of your bones. You’d felt it a thousand times from the stage, a different kind of energy, a different kind of love. But this was something else. This was raw, primal, and utterly centered on twenty-two men chasing a ball. You were tucked away in the family box, feeling like a fraud in a sea of jerseys and painted faces, all thanks to a persistent, and frankly, terrifyingly enthusiastic, young woman named Rebecca Barnes.

Her grip on your arm was like a vice, her eyes wide with a star-struck fervor that was both endearing and slightly alarming. “Oh my God, oh my God, he’s looking this way! Did you see that? He just winked! I think he winked at you!”

You followed her gaze to the pitch, where her brother, Bucky, was indeed jogging back into position, a stray lock of dark hair plastered to his forehead, his focus absolute. He hadn’t winked at the box; you were certain of it. He was too locked in, a predator on the hunt. But you couldn’t bring yourself to crush Becca’s spirit. She was the reason you were here, after all.

It had started with a simple, direct message on Instagram. A string of emojis, a gushing declaration of love for your latest album, and a plea for a signed poster. You had a soft spot for earnest fans, and her profile, a collage of your album art and her brother’s football stats, was a clear indicator of her two main obsessions. You’d sent the poster, and a short, friendly note. A week later, you were the subject of a near-daily barrage of messages from her, culminating in a surprisingly persuasive argument for why you should attend a match.

"It’s not just a game, it’s a cultural experience! And my brother is the best player on the team, I swear. You’ll get to see a real athlete in his element. Please? For me? For the signed poster?"

The request had been so absurdly earnest, and you were so desperately bored of the endless cycle of studio sessions and promotional interviews, that you’d said yes. And now, here you were, watching the man himself, James Buchanan Barnes, or “Bucky” as everyone called him, orchestrate the game with a quiet, devastating intensity.

He wasn’t a flashy player. There were no showboating tricks or flamboyant dives. His game was built on grace and power, a deceptively languid stride that exploded into breathtaking speed. He’d receive a pass, control it with a single, effortless touch, and then send it screaming across the pitch to a teammate with laser-guided precision. He was the fulcrum, the quiet engine that made the entire machine work. It was captivating. And you absolutely hated how captivating you found it.

The media had been having a field day since the first grainy photos surfaced of you leaving a charity gala together three months ago. You’d been seated at the same table, a stroke of luck for the gossip columns, and a single, perfectly timed photograph of him leaning in to hear you over the din of the crowd had ignited a wildfire of speculation. "Sunshine Girl and Winter Soldier!", "Barnes’s New Flame?". The rumor mill had been churning ever since, and your publicist was having a coronary. The constant use of your nicknames were a lot now and you’d done your best to quell the speculation, issuing a brief, diplomatic statement about a chance encounter and a shared acquaintance. He’d done the same, a clipped, dismissive reply to a reporter’s question that you’d seen on a sports highlights reel. You’d scoffed at his curtness, even as a tiny, traitorous part of you felt a prickle of… something. Annoyance, you’d told yourself. Pure professional annoyance. That night at the gala, you’d exchanged perhaps five words, polite nothings about the food and the acoustics of the hall. It had been nothing. Absolutely nothing. And yet, you’d found yourself scrolling through photos of him later that night, cursing your own curiosity.

The match ended in a decisive victory for his team, Barnes scoring the final, stunning goal with a shot so powerful it seemed to bend the air around it. As the final whistle blew, Becca, who had been practically vibrating with excitement, looked at you with pleading eyes. “You have to come to the afterparty! Please? It’s at the hotel where theyre staying. Everyone will be there, and Bucky will be so happy to see you.”

You opened your mouth to politely decline, to cite the need for an early night, but the words died on your lips. You saw him then, jogging over to a section of the stands where some children were waving. He signed a jersey, his face breaking into a genuine, unguarded smile that softened the hard lines of his jaw. It was a disarming sight, a flash of kindness that felt entirely at odds with the taciturn, intimidating figure you’d been building in your head.

Becca followed your gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “He’s not usually like that, you know. With the press, I mean. He loves seeing the fans, mostly the young ones.  He’s always so… closed off. But ever since that gala, he’s been different. Quieter. He doesn’t talk about it, but I can tell. He asked me about you, you know. Casual, like he didn’t really care. But I know my brother.” She paused, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s been a long time since I saw him that captivated by someone. He’s not the type to have flings. He’s so careful, so private. It’s not like he’s checking out women left and right. I’m almost sure it’s been a really long time since he went out with anyone. You should’ve seen him that night at the gala. He couldn’t stop looking at you.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck. “It was just a conversation, Becca. Barely even that.”

“Sure,” she said, her tone dripping with amused skepticism. “Just a conversation. It’s been just a conversation the, what? Twenty times you have seen each other in just three months? That’s why he’s been acting like a grumpy bear for three months, right? Come on. One drink. For me?”

“Fine,” you heard yourself say. “One drink.”

The private club was a haze of dark wood, low lighting, and thrumming bass. The atmosphere was raucous, a celebration spilling over with champagne and triumphant back-slapping. You were a fish out of water, a creature of spotlights and silent recording booths, not this boisterous, testosterone-fueled environment. Becca was immediately swept away by a group of friends, leaving you to fend for yourself.

You were nursing a glass of the pink wine Becca loves talking about, trying to find a corner to disappear into, when a large, warm presence materialized at your back. “You came.”

His voice was a low rumble, laced with the barest hint of surprise. You turned. Bucky Barnes, no longer in his kit but in a simple, dark henley and jeans, looked even more formidable up close. He smelled of soap and expensive cologne and a faint, clean musk that was entirely his own.

“Your sister is very persuasive,” you replied, your voice cooler than you intended. “She’s also very observant.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “That she is. She’s been talking about you for months. She claims you’re a big deal.”

The statement was blunt, almost an accusation. You bristled. “It’s not a competition, Barnes. I’m just a person who makes music.”

“So I’ve heard.” He took a sip from the bottle of beer in his hand, his gaze never leaving yours. It was unnerving, this directness. “You’re good. I listened to your album. The new one.”

The admission caught you completely off guard. You’d assumed he was just humoring his sister, that your career was an abstract concept to him, a distant world he had no interest in. “You did?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” he said, his lips twitching. “I have ears. And Becca has a very loud speaker system. It was hard to avoid. Has been non-stop at the apartment since last week you released it.” He paused, his eyes searching yours. “But I didn’t want to avoid it. The song about the city at night. That one stayed with me.”

You remembered the song. It was a deeply personal one, written during a period of intense loneliness, about the feeling of being surrounded by millions of people and yet completely, utterly alone. The fact that he had not only heard it but connected with it sent a strange thrill through you. “That’s… actually really kind of you to say. Thank you.”

He nodded, a small, almost shy gesture that was so at odds with his public persona. “I mean it.” He gestured with his beer bottle towards a quieter corner. “Want to get out of this chaos?”

You should have said no. You should have cited your impending departure, your need for a quiet night. But the press of bodies and the relentless chatter were suffocating, and the idea of a moment’s respite with someone who, despite your best efforts, you found increasingly intriguing, was too tempting. You followed him to a small, secluded balcony overlooking the city skyline. The cool night air was a balm on your heated skin.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning against the railing. “For the rescue.”

“Don’t mention it.” He stood a respectful distance away, but his presence was immense, filling the small space. “Becca got a bit carried away, I’m guessing. She’s a force of nature.”

“She’s wonderful,” you said, and you meant it. “She reminds me of myself a little, when I was her age. All that passion and energy.”

He was quiet for a moment, studying the city lights. “We lost our mom a few years ago. I had to step up, be the parent and the brother and I try to be the brother mosto f the time. She was only thirteen and… sometimes I think she clings to things, to people, because it’s easier than being alone. She’s nineteen now but I still see that little girl, you know?”

The confession was unexpected, a crack in his carefully constructed armor. It made you see him in a new light, not just as a sports star or a reluctant acquaintance, but as a man who had shouldered a terrible burden and tried to protect the person he loved most. The way he’d been at the gala, the way he’d looked at you across the table, suddenly made a different kind of sense. He wasn’t just an aloof athlete; he was a man who carried weight, who chose his connections carefully.

“That’s why you took her to the game?” you asked softly. “Because she wanted to go?”

He shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. “No. I didn’t take her. She avoids that most of the time but she wanted you there, said she wanted to see if you were actually a real person because she has only seen you in the parties.” He laughed, a low, gravelly sound that did something strange to your stomach. “She just has a way of getting what she wants. She’s a lot like you, I think. You didn’t want to come, did you?”

“No,” you admitted, surprising yourself with your honesty. “But I’m glad I did.”

He turned to face you then, and the air between them grew thick, charged. His gaze traveled over your face, pausing on your lips before meeting your eyes again. “The press is having a field day, you know. Has been since that gala.”

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed. “My publicist is convinced I’m going to get eaten alive by the tabloids. She nearly had a heart attack when those photos came out.”

“They’re saying we’re a couple,” he stated, a hint of something unreadable in his voice. “Again.”

“They’re saying a lot of things,” you countered, trying to match his dismissive tone. “It’s just gossip. It’ll blow over.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but his voice was quiet. “It will.” He took a step closer, and you were suddenly acutely aware of every inch of space between you, or the lack thereof. He was close enough that you could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the flecks of lighter blue in his irises. “But what if I don’t want it to?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. This was a terrible idea. He was a public figure, just like you. Getting involved would be a PR nightmare, a tabloid frenzy. But the look in his eyes, that potent, focused intensity that you’d first noticed at the gala, was making your brain short-circuit. He wasn’t looking at you like you were a conquest, a notch on his belt. He was looking at you like he’d been waiting, like this moment had been building for months.

“You’re a public figure,” you managed, your voice a little breathless. “We both are. This is insane. People will talk.”

“Most things worth having are,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The touch of his fingertips on your skin was electric, sending a shiver down your spine. “The press, the speculation, the whole circus… it doesn’t matter. Not if you don’t want it to. And I don’t. I’ve been thinking about you since that night at the gala. Couldn’t get you out of my head.

He was so close now, his scent enveloping you, the heat of his body a palpable force. Your logic was screaming at you to pull away, to laugh it off, to retreat to the safety of your carefully constructed world. But the rest of you, the part that was tired of being alone, of the constant performance, was whispering something else entirely. The memory of how he’d looked at you across that crowded room, the way he’d leaned in, the brief, electric brush of his fingers against yours as he’d passed you a glass of champagne—it had all been simmering beneath the surface for months.

“James…” you started, but the protest was weak, a mere whisper.

“That’s my name,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Say it again, please.”

And then his mouth was on yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle or tentative. It was demanding, possessive, a claim. It was the culmination of months of denial, of stolen glances and suppressed curiosity. His lips were firm and warm, tasting of beer and something uniquely him. Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. A shudder ran through him at your touch, and he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back, and he kissed you like he was starving, like you were the only thing that could sate a hunger he’d been carrying for far too long.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing as ragged as your own. “We should probably go inside,” he muttered, but he made no move to let you go. “Before someone sees. I don’t want to share this. Not yet.”

“Probably,” you agreed, but you were still clutching his shirt, your body humming with a need you couldn’t name.

He didn’t take you inside. He took your hand, his fingers lacing through yours, and led you away from the balcony, down a quiet hallway, and into a small, private room that was clearly reserved for him. It was a simple space, a leather couch and a table, a far cry from the opulence of the club at the hotel. . His grip was firm, possessive, his thumb tracing idle circles on the inside of your wrist as he pulled you along. The private room was a small, simple space, but he didn’t stop there. He guided you through another door, one you hadn’t noticed, and suddenly you were in a different world entirely.

He pushed it open, revealing a bedroom—his bedroom, you realized with a jolt. It was surprisingly minimal, all dark wood and crisp white linens, a king-sized bed dominating the space. A single, soft lamp cast a warm glow over the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the world outside ceased to exist. The noise, the lights, the pressure—it all melted away. The only thing that remained was the heat of his gaze, the rapid beat of his heart against your palm as you traced the hard line of his jaw.

“You’re a menace,” you breathed, a shaky laugh escaping your lips. “Leading me to your bedroom like this.”

“I’ve been called worse,” he whispered, his voice husky as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “But I’ll take it. Coming from you. You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this. About you. I’ve been going out of my mind. Three months of watching you on every screen, hearing your voice on the radio, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

His mouth was on your pulse point, a hot, wet sensation that made your knees buckle. You could feel the sharp edge of his teeth, the soothing flick of his tongue, and it sent a sharp bolt of pure, unadulterated want straight to your core. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, a soft gasp escaping you as he found a spot that made your vision blur.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured against your skin, his words a warm puff of breath that raised goosebumps on your arms. “I don’t think I’ve been able to think clearly since you walked onto that balcony. Since the gala, really. You ruined me.”

He pulled back, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over your face, your body. He was searching for permission, for a sign that you wanted this as much as he did. You answered by pulling him down for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, a promise whispered against his lips.

His hands moved from your hair, tracing a path down your spine, the heat of his palms searing through the thin fabric of your dress. He found the zipper at your back, his fingers fumbling for a moment before he let out a frustrated growl against your lips. “This is a very complicated dress,” he mumbled, his accent thickening with his frustration, a fact that sent a surprising thrill through you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be easy,” you whispered, your voice laced with a giddy, breathless laughter. “But it’s gonna be worth it, James.”

He finally managed to undo the zipper, a low sound of triumph rumbling in his chest as the fabric loosened. The dress slithered down your shoulders, pooling around your feet in a whisper of silk. He took a step back, his gaze dropping, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of you in just your lace underwear.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice reverent. “You’re trying to kill me, honey. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He reached for you again, his hands possessive, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He unhooked your bra with surprising dexterity, his thumb ghosting over your hardened nipple, making you gasp. He lowered his head, his hot mouth closing around the peak, his tongue swirling and teasing until you were a trembling mess in his arms. The scrape of his stubble against your sensitive skin was a delicious friction, a contrast to the wet heat of his mouth. He lavished attention on both breasts, his hands cupping and kneading, his mouth worshiping, and you could feel the evidence of his own desire pressing insistently against your thigh.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for, only knowing you needed more. “I need you.”

He answered your plea by sweeping you off your feet, carrying you the few steps to the bed and laying you down with a surprising gentleness. He loomed over you, a dark silhouette against the dim light, and the sight of him, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a raw hunger, took your breath away. The white sheets were cool against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body hovering above you.

He shed his shirt in a single, fluid movement, revealing a canvas of taut muscle and pale skin, his body honed to a perfect edge of athletic power. A trail of dark hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans, and your fingers itched to touch him, to trace the lines of his body. You reached up, your hands gliding over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling the muscles jump beneath your touch. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment, as if your touch alone was enough to undo him.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, his voice strained, “how long I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me. I’ve replayed that night at the gala a hundred times, wondering what it would be like if I’d just had the courage to ask for your number. Wondering what you’d feel like beneath me.”

He lowered himself, his lips tracing a path down your stomach, leaving a trail of searing kisses. He paused at your navel, his tongue dipping in, and you shuddered beneath him, your fingers threading through his hair. He worked his way lower, his mouth hot and demanding, his stubble leaving a delicious burn on your sensitive skin. He reached the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric and pulling them down, his movements slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. He discarded them carelessly, his focus entirely on the expanse of skin now bared before him.

He settled between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing your legs apart, and the sight of him there, his dark hair contrasting with your pale skin, was almost too much to bear. He looked up at you, his eyes hooded and dark with desire. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he admitted, his voice a low, rough growl. “About tasting you. About hearing you fall apart because of me.”

And then his mouth was on you, and coherent thought became impossible. His tongue was a revelation, skilled and relentless, finding every sensitive spot with devastating precision. He licked a broad, flat stripe up your center, his tongue circling your clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. The sensation was electric, a sharp bolt of pleasure that made your hips buck against his face. He groaned against you, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through your body.

He was methodical, almost reverent, his mouth working you with a focus that bordered on obsession. He alternated between broad, languid licks that had you writhing and quick, targeted flicks of his tongue that made you gasp his name. He slid one thick finger inside you, then another, curling them just right, finding that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. He pumped them slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice muffled against your flesh. “I want to see your face when you come.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze as he continued his assault on your senses. The sight of him between your thighs, his lips slick with your arousal, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger, was enough to push you over the edge. Your climax hit you like a wave, sudden and overwhelming, your back arching off the bed as a cry tore from your throat. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing its relentless rhythm, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you were a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.

When the waves finally subsided, he crawled back up your body, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes hooded with a deep, possessive satisfaction. He kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips, an intimacy that was both shocking and utterly perfect. He was hard against your thigh, the evidence of his own desire impossible to ignore, straining against the denim of his jeans.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice raw with need. “Tell me, and it’s yours. Anything.”

“I want you,” you managed, your voice still breathless. “I want all of you. Please, Bucky.”

He rolled off the bed, his movements quick and purposeful. He crossed to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a foil packet. He held it up, his eyes meeting yours, a question in his gaze. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small, approving smile.

He returned to the edge of the bed, his fingers working the button of his jeans with deliberate slowness. He pushed them down, along with his boxer briefs, and you finally saw all of him. He was beautiful, every inch of him, his cock thick and straining, the tip glistening with evidence of his arousal. The sight of him made your mouth water, made you ache with the need to feel him inside you.

He tore the foil packet open with his teeth, a gesture that was unexpectedly primal, and rolled the condom on with practiced ease. He wasn’t shy about it, not fumbling or awkward. He handled it with the same confidence he brought to everything else, his eyes never leaving yours. He was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it, and the knowledge that what he wanted was you sent a thrill of pure, unadulterated power through your body.

He crawled onto the bed, covering your body with his, the heat of him searing against your skin. He positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and paused, his eyes searching yours.

“Look at me,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you. I want to remember this. Every fucking second.”

You held his gaze as he pushed into you, a slow, deliberate thrust that stole your breath. He was big, stretching you in a way that was almost overwhelming, but the fullness, the completeness of it, was intoxicating. He stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound. “So perfect. Like you were made for this. For me. Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this for months. You have no idea.”

He began to move, a rhythm that was both powerful and controlled, a testament to his athletic grace. Each thrust was a deep, deliberate stroke, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. He was a man possessed, his focus absolute, his every movement designed to bring you both to the edge and beyond. His hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, sliding up to cup your breasts, his touch possessive and reverent all at once.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against your ear, his voice rough and raw. “So tight. So perfect. I could stay inside you forever, you know that? Just like this.”

He shifted his angle, and a new wave of pleasure built within you, coiling tight and fast. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, your nails raking across his skin as you felt yourself soaring. He groaned at the sensation, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, more urgent.

“That’s it,” he urged, his voice a husky growl. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you come undone for me. I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this.”

He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down in a circular motion that made you gasp. The dual sensation—his thick length filling you, his thumb working your sensitive nub—was too much, too good. You felt the pressure building, a coil winding tighter and tighter in your belly.

“Bucky, I’m going to—” you gasped, the words dissolving into a moan.

“That’s it,” he commanded, his hips never slowing. “Come for me. Let go. I’ve got you, honey.”

His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, and you knew he was close too. The thought of him losing control because of you, because of the way your body felt wrapped around him, sent you hurtling over the edge. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you cried out his name, your body clenching around him in a series of rhythmic, pulsing contractions.

The sensation of you coming undone around him was too much for him to bear. He thrust into you one last time, a deep, grinding stroke, and you felt him shudder, a low, ragged cry escaping his lips as he spilled himself inside you, buried as deep as he could go. His hips continued to twitch, small, involuntary thrusts as he rode out his own climax, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. He stayed inside you, his weight a warm, comforting presence, his heart hammering against your chest in a frantic rhythm that matched your own. He pressed soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your skin. His hands roamed your body, gentle now, soothing, as if he was memorizing every curve, every plane.

Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. His eyes were soft, almost reverent, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a slow, satisfied smile. “Well,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That was better than the game and we know that was really amazing, I did great there.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of you, breaking the tension. “Humble,” you teased, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. “Very humble. You’re a jerk.” You say, knowing he’s joking.

“It’s not a competition,” he said, echoing your earlier words, his smile widening. “But if it was, I think I just won.” He paused, his expression softening. “I’ve been thinking about this for months, you know. I didn’t think it would actually happen. I didn’t think you’d ever want me.”

You traced the furrow between his brows, the worry lines that had settled there, and felt a surge of affection so powerful it nearly stole your breath. “I didn’t think you’d ever want me either. You seemed so… uninterested at the gala. Like I was just another person in the room.”

He laughed, a low, self-deprecating sound. “Uninterested? I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I was terrified you’d notice. I spent the whole night trying to find an excuse to talk to you, and when I finally did, I said something stupid about the food. I’ve been kicking myself for three months.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your own face. “The paps are going to have a field day when they find out I was in your private room for an hour.”

“Let them,” he said, the earlier anxiety gone, replaced by a newfound certainty. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Let them talk. It’s just noise. You and me, we’re something else. Something real.” He paused, his expression growing serious. “We’re gonna be here way more than an hour, honey.I think Becca’s going to lose her mind. She’s been shipping us since that gala.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “Don’t remind me. She’s really been going non-stop, saying that youre great all the time and not a dipshit like most football players.”

He laughed, a full, genuine sound that you could feel vibrating through his whole body. “Let her. She’s just that enthusiastic. She’d probably be a good wedding planner. Has a lot of energy.”

“And a lot of opinions,” you added, laughing along with him. The sound of your laughter mingled in the dimly lit room, a perfect, private harmony.

He didn’t move right away. He stayed above you, his body a warm, solid weight, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. He kissed you again, softer this time, a slow, languid kiss that held no urgency, just a deep, quiet contentment. His hand slid down your side, over your hip, cupping your thigh and hitching it higher around his waist. He was still inside you, softening but still present, and the intimacy of it made your heart ache.

“I don’t want this to be just tonight,” he murmured against your lips. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and pretend this didn’t happen. I want to see you again. I want to take you on a real date, somewhere without cameras and screaming fans. I want to get to know you, the real you, not the version of you that the world sees.”

You looked up at him, at the vulnerability in his eyes, and felt something shift deep in your chest. This wasn’t just a hookup. This wasn’t a one-night stand. This was a beginning, a tentative, fragile beginning to something that could be so much more.

“I’d like that,” you said softly. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiled, a real smile, one that reached his eyes and made him look years younger, carefree in a way you hadn’t seen before. He kissed you again, and you could feel the promise in it, the hope of something new.

Later, he rolled off of you, his body leaving yours with a reluctance that was palpable. He disposed of the condom in the small bin beside the bed, his movements unhurried, and then returned to you, pulling you into his arms. He tucked you against his side, your head on his chest, his hand stroking your hair. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, and you felt yourself drifting, wrapped in warmth and the scent of him.

“I’ll drive you home,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “If you want. Or you can stay. There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. I keep them for Becca, but you can use one. Whatever you want.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, at the man who had been a reluctant, frustrating presence in your life for months, now looking at you like you were the only person in the world. The fame, the scrutiny, the endless performance—it all faded away. There was only him, and the promise of more. “Okay,” you said, your voice a quiet whisper. “Yeah. I’d like to stay. I’d like to wake up with you.”

He smiled, that devastating, unguarded smile, and pulled you closer. “Good. Because I wasn’t really planning on letting you go anyway.”

And as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, the soft glow of the lamp casting dancing shadows on the ceiling, you knew, with a certainty that settled deep in your bones, that this was just the beginning. The months of denial, the forced indifference, the careful distance... it all crumbled away. There was only him, and the weight of his arms, and the knowledge that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

That's Bucky's second mistake, letting himself do a double take. 

It's less conscious than that though, like catching his reflection in a mirror. His eyes move on their own accord, sliding away from his careful profiling and locking solely onto you. 

Draped in silk and sin, poised and perfectly posed. You're perched on a bar stool, entertaining a small group of bald suits with wild hand gestures and well timed grazes of your hand. 

He watches one of your manicured fingers reach out and adjust the lapels of one of their jackets. It's the only time Bucky's ever wished he had his father's hairline. 

The movement is practiced, too perfect to be anything but well-rehearsed. You move like mercury, gentle and smooth. Like you could kill him if he dared to touch you. 

Bucky's third mistake is abandoning his position. It's bad enough he's lost sight of the target, that bald suit went to bathroom three minutes ago. Oblivious, Bucky abandons his spot in the shadows. Losing any vantage point he may have had and walking straight through the heart of the crowd. 

He can't be bothered with politeness, shouldering his way between conversations without even sparing them even an apologetic glance. It's only ten strides, maybe twelve before he has you back within view. 

It's even worse up close, the curve of your chin, the tilt of your smile and the way your tongue peeks out between your lips to grab a wandering drop of champagne off the rim of your glass.

His fourth mistake is looking at your lips. 

Pretty, plush, painted with perfect precision. They only serve to tighten your already iron clad grip on him. He doesn't hear a word you say, he already knows your voice will match the rest of you. 

It's enchanting, the way they curve around each word. He's never taken much stock of how people look when they talk. A mouth moves and he takes no thrill in the way it shapes sound. Until yours. Until he saw them part to allow a laugh passage. Suddenly he's quite sure there's nothing sexier. 

Like Venus has pulled him into her orbit, another moon for her collection. 

Bucky doesn't stop until he's close enough to hear the men around you, chuckles, music and the clinking of dishes all falling to distant static. 

Bucky's fifth mistake is not realizing that there is no static, at least not in the bubble surrounding you. In fact your circle of jesters has gone quiet, beady eyes staring into him as he obliviously stares at you. 

A hand passes back and forth in front of his face, finally freeing him from his reverie. 

When Bucky comes to there's laughter again, at his expense. 

He doesn't even care, too busy processes that he can actually hear it this time. Ringing out an octave above the rest is your giggle, distinctly feminine. It sounds rehearsed, borderline unnatural, as if you've had to force it up your throat and then pitched it be heard above the rest.

It's fake, obviously so. At least to anyone willing to actually listen.

You're talking then, face turned toward him with a smirk on your lips. Your voice is smooth, velveteen. It pulls him in, as if you're giving him all of your attention with every word. 

Bucky leans closer, all of his focus swimming around the sound of your speech. 

It hits him all at once. 

He's listening, hard. His ear turned toward your face to make sure he doesn't miss a syllable and-

He can't understand a word you say. 

What is that? Russian? German? No, he knows those. He only speaks of a little bit of Slovakian, but it doesn't sound like that's it either. 

It's melodic, although Bucky can't be sure if that's the language or just you.

You stare at him expectantly when you're done, voice lilting up as if you've asked him a question. Head cocked slightly to the side to match. 

Like you've told him something he should have already known. Alpine gives him the same look when she wake him up at three a.m. to let him know her bowl is empty. 

You're not a cat though, even if your eye gleam with mischief like one.

Is it French? Maybe you're speaking French?

"I'm sorry I don't-" he fumbles for a moment, heat rushing his cheeks with a vengeance. "I don't speak-"

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout, corners turning down into a soft frown. You say something to the rest of the men, layering it with silk and buttercream. 

He catches a few more syllables that time, the fluidity as they string together some collection of words. Whatever they are has the men disappearing, a slow retreat. Like how ink dilutes in water. Gone before he can even pretend to sound out the first half of what you said.

Your shoulders lower for just a moment, visibly relaxing as you take a step closer to Bucky. 

"Agent Barnes, oui?" You ask. Your smile is smaller this time, more friendly than enchanting. His name is different on your tongue, thick and accented. It's slower than before, as if you took extra care crafting it properly on your tongue.

His name has never sounded like that before. Like someone was paying attention, cared about getting it right.

He wants to know yours. Badly.

Wants to trace each of your teeth with his tongue, lick each syllable off it and taste your voice.

He feels like a kid in a school gym, sweaty palmed with a flipping stomach.

That kid never used to falter though. Bucky prays he’s still in him somewhere. 

Sam’s voice cackles in his ear, his tone something between amusement and frustration.

“I see you’ve met Sirène.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours, Sirène?

“I thought we were solo on this one Sam?” Bucky does his best to keep his voice level, offering you a small nod as he speaks.

“Our guy is wanted in several countries Buck, including hers. We went over all of this in the briefing? They sent her over for backup, y’know another set of eyes and someone who could sweet talk his foreign associates.”

The bald suits, presumably.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh.” Sam’s voice trails on, Bucky hears something about plans and paperwork. Bucky’s also pretty sure there’s a jab about listening ears in there too.

While yeah, he probably should pay more attention during briefings, he’s also pretty sure no file could have adequately prepared him for you.

You’re still in front of him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you bite back a laugh.

“Siren?” Bucky repeats, directing the question toward you. Eliciting another giggle.

“See-ren.” Sam corrects in his ear. “It’s French.”

Bucky feels his confidence build ever so slightly, at least he was right about that.

He tries again, taking the same care that you did with his. It's a code name, of course it is. But it's something. 

Your grin is enough to turn Sam's voice in his to static.

"Makes sense." Bucky muses, "Pretty sure you could lure any man, anywhere."

Your reply drips like honey, the deepening in your tone unmistakable. "Vous aussi?" You murmur.

Bucky feels his knees start to melt with the way they hit him. Molten and sultry. "I'd fall right in line with them." He continues, unable to directly respond the way he wishes he could. 

Thirty languages programmed deep in his psyche and somehow French isn't one of them.

"Quel genre d'espion ne parle pas français?" You tease, or at least he thinks you tease. 

"I should'a listened when my Ma told me to take French in school."

"C'est pas grave, je les aime mignons et bêtes." You lean in closer on that one, taking the collar of his shirt between your fingers and smoothing it over. 

"I don't know what that means but it turns me-"

"Oooh-kay." Sam sing-songs, cutting Bucky off. "If you two are done with whatever this is, we need to find our target."

Shit. Bucky curses. Of course Sam is right, he really should focus. 

He turns to look at you, something apologetic already half off his tongue when you start to lean in. 

With a hand on his chest, you toe up and whisper in his ear. Or more accurately, into his ear piece. 

"Il Dans le coin le plus à droits, assis fauteuil en cuir." You murmur, close enough for your lips to brush the skin oh his ear lobe. "Nous-I'm observe depuis trois minutes."

You pull back, the hand on his chest snaking up to his neck and curling around the back of it. Just enough for the tips of your fingers to dance along the hair at the base of his head. 

"J'ai entendu sa femme dans la salle de bains. Elle disait qu'il ne fait pas confiance à ceux qui viennent seuls à ce genre d'événement." You continue, all but purring as you rake your nails over his skin. You let out a laugh then, one of the fake ones from earlier. This time you keep it low, soft enough that it won't travel further than the two of you. "Heureusement, je suis venu accompagné d'une belle cavalière."

Bucky's mind in swimming, swirling with the ecstacy of your touch and the vibration of your voice. How is a man supposed to even pretend to listen? 

"Little help on the translation Sam?" Bucky asks. Doing his best to follow your lead, he slides an arm around your waist, his hand resting heavy over the slope of your hip. 

He can feel his pulse in his palm, thrumming hard under the skin with nerves. You don't seem to notice, or perhaps care, not bothering to move an inch as Bucky waits for Sam's response. 

"Our guy is across the room at eight o'clock. He likes couples so she's doing her best to sell it." Sam explains, "So maybe loosen up a bit, give her a hand yeah?"

Bucky feels his throat bob as he swallows, his tongue suddenly gone thick. His nod is short, hardly visible and too stiff for the kind of level head this situation calls for. 

"Yeah." Bucky exhales, "I can do that."

He forces himself to ignore Sam's chuckled Can you? in his ear.

"Respirer profondement." You whisper, taking the hand Bucky had placed (respectfully) on your hip and moving it around to your back, letting it rest at the base of your spine, just where your ass begins to curve.

One long exhale later, and Bucky finds his nerve. 

His hand splays out over your skin, daring to take up the space there. With one quick pull he brings your chest flush to his, nearly throwing your balance as he does so. 

You beam, smile widening with approval. 

"Nice." Sam chides in his ear, equal parts proud and disgusted. 

You squeeze Bucky's shoulder. "Il vient par ici."

"He's headed toward you." Sam translates. 

You bring your hand around from the back of Bucky's neck, sliding it down over his collarbone until your palm rests flat on his sternum. "Laissez- parler."

"Let her do the talking." Sam tells him. Through a window a light catches Bucky's eye, a red scope trained in his direction. Sam's careful aim sitting on his shoulders like armor. 

"My pleasure." Bucky agrees. 

With his hand still on your back, the skin below his ear buzzing from where your lips had brushed, Bucky thinks he means it more than either you are Sam truly understand.

Bucky's began to wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D. asked you to stay on to test him.

Or more specifically, test his sanity. 

With the arrest made, a power vacuum big enough to swallow Wilson Fisk opened up. Wannabe kingpins popping up every three blocks with the potential to wreak more havoc than they have any right to. 

And with the dissemination of your Target's organization, most of them happen to be French. 

They need you, S.H.I.E.L.D. of course. Not Bucky, no Bucky just likes your company. 

If he can even call it that. 

What do you call it when you spend all day with someone and then also spend all of your free time with them and spend all the time you're not together replaying their words in your head? 

Sam calls it a crush, Bucky staunchly disagrees. 

What do you call it when you can't understand a word the other person says?

Sam calls it a Love Actually. Bucky doesn't know what the fuck that means.

You laughed when he told you about it though, loud and obnoxious. Hard enough for your head to tilt back and expose the thin skin of your neck. The line where muscle meets collarbone and the kissable swell of your clavicle. 

Bucky doesn't look up it, afraid of what he'll find. 

Instead he asks you to teach some more French. 

Je m'appelle Bucky. My name is Bucky. 

Explained to him with a smile as you finally slipped him your own.

Pour qui travaillez-vous? Who do you work for?

Your voice guiding him through the pronunciation as you and Sam prepared him for a few simple phrases he might hear. 

Qu'est-ce que tu fous? What the fuck are you doing?

Rasped though the static of a com as you watch him through a security cam in a van about two hundred feet away. A huff of frustration and Bucky is sure a matching furrow in your brow.

That one is probably his favorite. 

Qu'est-ce que tu fous? When you catch him eating from one of those shitty breakfast trucks parked outside. 

Qu'est-ce que tu fous? When he takes you out for sushi (a nice place Sam recommended, emphasizing its romantic atmosphere despite Bucky's protests), this time gasped in mock horror as he picked up a fork. 

He'd stared back confused, already half-offended before he realized what you were talking about. 

You waved the chopsticks sitting between your fingers at him, clicking their ends together once as if to punctuate the sentence. 

Bucky had fumbled, ripping open the paper that held his pair and holding them uselessly in either hand. 

"I'm not exactly sure how to-" 

You'd already reached across the table before he could finish, grasping his hand and articulating it with your fingers. You pulled and flexed until satisfied and then slid the chopsticks into place. 

"Mieux." You'd said with a satisfied nod

Bucky had to ignore the way he stirred in his boxers under the drip of your praise.

At least he's pretty sure that's what it was. 

Qu'est-ce que tu fous? Shouted over a loud bass and shitty DJ. Bucky learns that in the heart of Brooklyn, people do still dance. It just looks little different now. 

And it hurts his ears.

Stiff as board, he watches you from just a few feet away. A tight dress, strappy heels, the lace of your bra just beginning to tease itself over the neckline-

What the fuck are you doing? He curses to himself, blinking hard as if it could change the way his body is already reacting. 

You're dancing, hips swaying in time with the music while your face sits in a scowl. Lips pressed into a line as you stare him down with what he thinks is French for contempt. 

"She wants to go to an American Club," Sam had told him. "A bunch of us are gonna go, y'know make a night of it."

Bucky hadn't been easily convinced.

He'd laughed, full chested and slightly terrified. "Hard pass."

Sam knocked his shoulder, hard enough to yank Bucky straight out of his cowardice. 

"Don't be an idiot." He'd chided. 

"I'm not it's just not my scene." Bucky tried to reason. "You honestly think she'd want me there? What so I can stand there awkwardly all night and pretend to get buzzed?" 

Sam's groan bounced off the walls around them, "You're shitting me right?" 

Bucky shrugged. 

"You've been making fuck-me eyes at each other for the past month." Sam deadpanned. 

The denial was second nature, the only thing that made sense. "She doesn't feel that way-" 

"Do you speak French?" Sam interrupted. 

"No." 

"Okay then shut up and listen to someone who does." Sam said.

Bucky's protest died on his tongue. 

"Just fucking go tonight okay? I'll play translator and then if you don't believe me after that you really are fucking hopeless."

So Bucky Barnes, despite being just about seventy years too old, went to the club. 

He wore those cargoes that make the lady at his Chinese place stare at his thighs. A black t-shirt that is probably a little too small but his other one was dirty and he didn't have time to wash it. Topping it off with a leather jacket and a scoff at himself in the mirror. 

"Qu'est-ce que tu fous?" He whispered to himself, already picturing ten different versions of your disgust. 

Sam had already been knee deep in conversation with you when Bucky finally got there. 

Vowels flying left and right, wild gesticulations that made Bucky fear for the safety of your drinks next to you. 

He had to ignore the way his heart jumped when you spotted him. Forced himself to brush off the way you immediately stopped talking to Sam. 

"Bucky! Tu es venu!" You crooned in his ear, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you took a hug. A month later and the way you say his name is still enough to send a shiver up Bucky's spine.

You'd already had a drink, probably two if the looseness of your shoulders is anything to go by. 

When you pulled back it was to give him an appeasing look, eyes traveling over him with slow deliberation. When you finally met his eyes again, your finished with a slight cock of your head. Then you nodded, as if he'd answered a question you silently asked. 

"Vous êtes à croquer, Sergeant." You finally spoke, ending the sentence with one last hum and a pat on his shoulder. 

Then you were gone, pulled away by another agent and into the dance floor, leaving him alone with Sam at the bar. 

Minutes passed, long stretches of silence with nothing but the chaos of the music and the crowd around them. The shouts of drunk partiers ordering more drinks, the clamor of girls at the DJ booth. 

"You look good enough to eat." 

Sam finally broke the silence, taking a long swill of his drink before looking at Bucky for his reaction. 

"That's what she said." He explained, nodding in your direction. "She also spent our entire conversation staring at the door waiting for you."

Bucky's pulse stuttered, then began pounding a new rhythm. Something between surprised and utterly terrified. 

His face burned, like when you sit too close to a campfire. Bright hot and impossible to ignore. Across the club you glowed with your own light. A flame burning so bright you hurt his eyes, flickering with motions so fluid he has no choice but to keep staring anyway. 

You caught his stare, lips setting into a frown as his favorite words rolled off your tongue one more time. "Qu'est-ce que tu fous?"

Finally, Bucky thinks he knows how you want him to answer. 

The look, the contempt. It's something else entirely. It's half-lidded and frustrated and utterly sick of waiting. You're not disgusted, you're wanting. 

Shit, Bucky realizes, What the fuck have I been doing?

His jacket is shrugged off before he can think better of it, too busy holding eye contact to make sure he actually passed it Sam's direction.

"Hold this." He says, reaching over to steal the last few sips from his friend's drink. 

Your frown turns back up, lips quirking with mischief. The same hint of trouble he saw that very first night. 

As if you know, you lift on hand, using it to crawl your finger in a slow 'come hither' movement. Then you turned, breaking the spell and leaving Bucky to stare at your back as you fell back into the music. 

"Don't think I need to translate that one." Sam cracks, letting out a low whistle as your hips began to sway even harder than before. 

"No." Bucky grunts, "You don't." 

By the time Bucky makes it to you, he already knows he won't last long. 

He comes up from behind, and the smile you throw him over your shoulder nails his coffin.

It's three songs, maybe four. 

Three songs of your body pressed so tight to his Bucky's not sure where you end and he begins.

Three songs of the curve of your ass rolling against his cargoes until he's fighting at his zipper. 

Three songs of your arm stretched above your head, hand curled around the back of Bucky's neck. 

Three songs of your lips brushing over his skin. The seam of his jaw, the hollow of his collar bone, just over the thump of his jugular. 

Three songs of Bucky realizing he's been paying too much attention to talk.

You say plenty without ever even opening your mouth. 

His hand closes over your hip and your body answers with a sway, your weight leaning back into his chest. 

He finds the courage to bring his other hand to your front, splaying it protectively over your stomach. You return it in ten fold, pushing onto your toes and leaning your head onto his shoulder. 

He can't hear the noise you make but he feels it vibrate through your chest, a low rumble echoing through every part of you he can feel. 

For the first time Bucky's able to hear what you've been trying to tell him. Finally, it's a language he can speak. 

Mercifully, he's fluent. 

His hands spin you around slow, pulling until you're face to face. The lean down is just as tortuous, bending until you're all but nose to nose. 

The noise of the club around you acts like a curtain, drawing closed around your bodies until he forgets anyone is there at all. 

Your eyes dance from his own down to his lips, lashes fluttering with the movement and dusting your cheeks. There's glitter on your nose, Bucky's torn between wanting to know where you got it, and licking it off. 

He definitely wants to find out if there's more.

"Vas-tu enfin m'embrasser?" It can't be louder than a whisper, Bucky's ears so finely attuned to your voice he's sure he could pick it out of any room. 

He feels his cock throb, responding to your words despite not even knowing what they mean. You could have been reciting the the Itsy Bitsy Spider and Bucky wouldn't have cared. 

It was never about what you said, or what language you spoke it in, it was always about how you said it. Bucky answers with the only thing he can make sense of. 

"I don't know what that means but it turns me on." 

Your hand snakes a path down Bucky's chest, sliding between the space where your bodies are pressed together so you can palm his bulge. 

"Ça se voit." You purr, thumb pressing into his zipper. 

Bucky's dick jumps under your touch, all his want pooling under your hand. 

"That's not fair." He groans, his grip tightening on your hips, enough to make the fabric of your dress bunch between his fingers. "All my cards are on the table."

You pull back, pushing up onto your toes again as you stretch towards him. "Je vous dirai tout ce que vous voulez savoir. Il suffit de demander."

"Okay it's even less fair when you do that." He crumbles, meeting you halfway and pressing his forehead into yours. "I'm already caught you can stop with the siren song." 

You laugh, low and soft and mercifully real. "Demande , Bucky."

He doesn't find the words he was looking for, no grand speech or sweeping music. Just the weight of his better judgment finally giving out on itself. 

His lips find yours with a sigh of relief, the tension between you finally releasing with a palpable burst. 

Your soft against him, nose turning ever so slightly to slot against his. 

It's gentle at first, soft, exploratory. A test of pressure, the shock of feeling you so close against him.

Then it turns, pressure grows, each of you pushing harder into the other. Hands take on lives of their own, grabbing at any inch of exposed skin they can find. Yours are everywhere, his neck, his arms, his jaw and at the sliver of skin at his waist. You leave fire burning in your wake, mouth slanted against him as you swallow every sound that escapes. 

Maybe you weren't joking about eating him.

The tension that existed before comes back tenfold, growing into something malicious and untenable. It burns even brighter now, like the first puff a cigarette. His body is already craving more and you're still on his lips.

When the need for air finally wins out, your bodies are so entangled Bucky is sure half of the dance floor is giving you a dirty look. 

Bucky can't hear your breathing but he can feel it, the rapid rise and fall of your chest against his. The way your lips are parted, the skin around them irritated from his scruff. It strike a white hot pulse of possession. 

You look wrecked and Bucky can't get enough of the fact that he's the one who did it. 

When you speak it's at the same time, two gravely voices begging the same question. 

"Ramène- à ta maison?"

"Can I take you home?"

Both of you are answered with another kiss.

Bucky - woefully unprepared Bucky, takes you back to his apartment. He guides the most ethereal woman he's ever met up two flights of stairs and into his shoebox. 

Okay, it's little bigger than a shoebox but not by much. 

He does his best to steer you through the living room, kissing you earnest as he walks you back toward his bedroom. In part just to kiss you, but also to keep you from seeing the makeshift bed on the floor by the couch. 

You either don't notice his tactics or don't care. By the time you make it to his room you've stopped walking altogether. No, instead your legs are wrapped around his waist, having jumped up somewhere between the kitchen and bathroom. Just threw your weight at him between kisses and trusted him to catch you.

It makes his head feel warm to think about. 

The bed is softer than he remembers, his hands sinking into the plush mattress as he lays you down on it. 

He waits until your back is flat, then leans onto his haunches. His chest pulls tight at the distance, like an invisible is string gone taut between you. His jacket comes off in rushes drags of sleeves down his arms, one side even catching on his wrist in the hurry. He doesn't even remember putting it back on, doesn't remember much about leaving the club except the way you were tucked into his side with a hand in his back pocket. 

The jacket lands somewhere behind him with a thud, the sound marrying beautifully with your giggle. 

Bucky has to take a moment just to look at you. 

You perched on your elbows and staring up at him with nothing but excitement. Youwith your dress bunched up around the tops of your thighs, bare skin catching in the dim light of his lamp. You with a pretty smile on your lips, any lipstick that you had started the night with long gone.

He wonders if it's rouge on your cheeks or if you just glow like that all by yourself.

For a second, he's out of his body. Who is he to have this? The soft bed beneath his knees is unfamiliar, the trust you offer yourself up with even more so. 

It must show on his face. 

"Bucky?" You whisper, humming as you bring his attention back to you. "Ça va?"

He nods, only half sure he understood the question. "I'm okay." He promises, "Just making sure you're real."

You melt, slight enough that only someone as well attuned as him would notice. Shoulders curling inward, lips twitching at the corners, the brief break in your eye contact. 

Slowly, you lower yourself flat once more, this time grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him with you. 

Your hands grab the hem of shirt, reclaiming the skin you had teased on the dance floor. This time you don't stop at a sliver, pulling it up over his head until it lands somewhere by his jacket. 

A low breath blows from between your teeth, borderline a whistle. "Es tu?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow as you flatten your palm over his abdomen. 

Bucky can't be bothered to decipher that one, instead he decides he's much more bothered by the fact that you are still wearing so much clothes. 

Okay the dress really isn't much in the way of fabric but his point stands. It's between him and your skin and that's crime enough.

Your zipper slips between his fingers twice, the delicate metal pull taunting him as he tries to grasp it. That's when he gives up. 

The zipper pulls apart with just a little pressure, coming undone in a cascade of popping teeth. From the top of the dress to the end of the zipper at the base of your spine, it's rendered useless in seconds.

Bucky waits to be scolded, a hand slap or sharp glare. 

When he finally looks back up at you all he sees is want, pupils blown wide with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. 

Bucky's hands freeze where they had been pulling the dress down, fabric bunched in his hands like a brute. 

Then you nod. 

It rips like paper, tearing along the seam that had run up your hip and all the way to the base of the zipper. 

He throws it so hard it hits the wall. 

You're even worse bare, the sight of you in nothing but a bra and panties enough to turn what's left of Bucky's mind to mush. 

It's his turn to be greedy. He copies the path you took, from sternum to ribs to belly button. Only he paints it with his mouth instead. 

A kiss over your collarbone, then just over your heart. Then one is pressed in the valley between your breasts, another further down at the base of your ribs. Until finally he laves one more just above the waist band of your underwear, low enough for the elastic to tickle his chin. 

Your breath catches, a sharp gasp that catches just as he makes contact. Like he's caught you off guard, something he didn't even know was possible. 

It would make even the worst cowards brave. 

Bucky tucks a finger into the elastic on either of your hips, pausing just long enough for you to know his intentions. 

Without missing a beat you raise them, lifting off the bed by just as inch and giving Bucky the only signal he needed. 

They don't even get pulled all the way off, abandoned somewhere around your ankles and left for you to kick away as Bucky gives all his attention to the sight in front of him.

The low lights cast a shadow across your body, draping you in gentle curves and sharp contrasts. It settles over your skin until you look like a painting, and your cunt is no exception. 

There at the apex of your thighs, Bucky's is pretty sure sits the holy grail. 

He moves slow, like a predator stalking its prey. He makes a home for himself between your thighs, pushing your knees apart to make room as he lays down between them. 

Your words from earlier play back in his mind, the translation Sam had fed him.

"Vous êtes à croquer" He whispers, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. He probably butchered the pronunciation, dragged the vowel too hard or exaggerate a letter that doesn't belong but you don't seem to care. "Means you look good enough to eat."

As if forgetting him, your legs immediately try to close, a little whimper bubbling from the back of your throat as you're blocked by his hands. 

Bucky clicks his tongue, using the movement to shift your position. The legs that had been on either side of him are lifted onto his shoulders, rendering you completely vulnerable to hid intentions.

"Sil te plaît." You whine, hips jerking up toward him. Your breathing turned erratic, sharp inhales and cut-off exhales as you wait for him to finally do something.

Bucky doesn't pretend to hide just how much he likes it. 

His fingers find you first, wet heat that catches on his skin. You feel like fire, tantalizing and hypnotic. His index and pointed drag through your folds, parting them to give him a better view of your ruin. 

He repeats the motion a few times, gathering slick around his digits and watching your reaction with every pass. 

The tensing of your thighs when he just misses your entrance, the way your chest stills when he passes over the hood of your clit. 

Your body is a language he's desperate to be fluent in. 

The taste of you melts on his tongue, potent and sweet. Better than anything he's had the privilege to swallow in years. 

One lick, then a second slower one. The full width of his tongue pressing flat against your clit. Then he can't bear another second, closing his lips around the bud in a sloppy wet kiss. 

Your hands fly to his hair, followed by a jagged moan that sounds more like it was torn from your body than given willingly. 

"Bucky-" you gasp, fingers pulling on brown locks, "Fuck!" 

Your slip up is missed completely, half covered by your thighs over his ears and half drowned out by the his own satisfied groan. 

His mind is blissfully blank, for the first time in a long time he's not thinking about anything other than the task at hand. 

Your pleasure isn't even a direct motivator, well it is, but Bucky's driven by his own just as much. The way you feel in his mouth, the vibrations of your moans and the how your entire body jolts when he finally slides two fingers inside of you. 

It's relief, finally understanding that as much as he wants you, you want him. It only fuels him further, his nose pushing against your clit, fingers working along side his tongue inside you. Curling at different angles until he hears that scream again-

"Bucky!"

You're wet everywhere, the insides of your thighs and down his chin. Some sick part of him wishes he could bottle it, where the most natural part of you as a cologne.

His own hips grind into the mattress, more instinct than intention. He's harder than he's been in seventy fucking years and you don't even speak the same language.

Your legs go rigid around his head, tightening as your orgasm starts to build.

Bucky's making sure you get there, pressing his fingers into that spot inside you until he's all but giving it a massage. Your walls pulling tight around him, pulsing in time with your rapid heart. 

His lips close around your clit one more time, tonguing it with gentle pressure. He can't help but hum, he's damn near choking on you and would die happily if it was between your legs. 

Then it all bursts. 

His nightmare, his French muse, his siren, his Venus cums hard on his tongue. 

Bucky swears he can taste a whole language, the sweetest elixir God could have ever made and he's drinking it from the source. 

You're one fire above him, broken curses and whimpered babbles of his name. 

As it retreats, your grip finally loosening, Bucky crawls back over you. Not stopping until he's above your face, watching it contort in the come down. 

You're still speaking, the sound of it finally coming back into focus. 

"So good," you gasp, "So fucking good Bucky don't stop-"

Everything goes still. An entire orbit freezing in place. 

He can see it in your eyes, something hazy and romantic as you finally lock in on him. Your hands cup his face, oblivious to the fact that you've given it away. 

"You speak fucking English?" It comes out harsher than Bucky means for it to. "This whole time you spoke-"

You groan, pulling his lips back to yours. 

Despite it all, Bucky goes willingly. He kisses you and instead of betrayal he tastes something sweeter.

"Was gonna tell you." You whisper, "But wasn't this more fun?" 

When he pulls back that look is there again, the mischief he saw that first night. 

He kisses you again, even harder this time. 

Yeah, he thinks, it was.

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“It’s may be hard clicking with the others,” Valentina told you. “But I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I’m so excited. I’ve always admired the Avengers. What Tony Stark did to save the world was sad but…”

“Necessary.” Valentina finished the phrase.

So that’s when you, Y/N Y/L/N, made the official appearance in the new Avengers’ Tower.

“Hey,” a blond girl told you, moving toward you. “Must be Y/N.” She stretched her arm. “Yelena. Yelena Belova.”

“Nat’s sister… nice to meet you.”

Yelena proceeded to present the other members of the team. Once she finished, after Bob already declared himself as your best friend gaining a fake offence from Yelena, the elevator opened.

Bucky Barnes appeared.

Tactical gear still on, gun on his belt and a shiny arm. A tired look on his face and bags under his blue eyes.

“Sam’s and ass he took credit for it…” he said without anger, just mocking Sam. “Left him at his house after hearing him talking… who are you?” He asked you, stopping his monologue about Sam.

“Hi,” you immediately stretched your arm. “I’m Y/N… from Shield…” you said, retiring your hand once you understood he wasn’t going to shake it.

“Don’t need another member.”

“It’s not our choice Barnes,” John intervened. “And she seems amazing by the way.”

You nodded toward the tall man, silently thanking him.

Bucky grunted and without stepping outside of the elevator, he pushed the button to his floor and the door closed.

“Is he always like that?” You asked.

“Sometimes…” Ava replied.

“But he’s okay… I mean he’s with us…” Bob shyly said. “You’ll be under our wing, don’t worry.”

As the weeks passed, Bucky didn’t seem to move from his idea.

It was now almost a month since your arrival. The team quickly discovered why Valentina chose to add you to them. During a particularly thought mission, they found out your ability.

You moved like a shadow, anticipating every enemy’s moves. Swinging on the field, covering Yelena and then starting a fight just as Ava could disappear without being noticed.

As Yelena was standing in front of an agent, another one was getting ready to take her from behind. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed it and stretched your arm. A white light came out of your palm and it was like the world around you all stopped suddenly. A cone of ice erupted from the dry ground killing the agent behind Yelena, stabbing him. As the other agent lost track for a second, Yelena was able to shoot him in his chest. He felt down right in front of her. Faking unimpressive, Yelena simply nodded at you.

There was no time for explanation.

“God you’re amazing,” John told you, hitting an agent with his elbow. He was truly impressed by your ability, just as Ava.

“Thanks John… you’re-“

“Can we stop talking?” Bucky growled. His voice, deep and cold, interrupted you. It was like he didn’t see the massive ice cone coming out of the ground, or if he did see it, he was totally unbiased by the situation.

You look down for a second.

“Sorry man.” John said, before knocking out for the good the agent.

In and out, no witnesses left and mission accomplished.

On the jet, everyone asked you to explain.

Everyone but Bucky.

At the tower you all entered in the common room where Bob, still recovering from his transformation in Sentry, was waiting.

“Bob,” Yelena yelled happily. “You should have seen her.” She jumped on the couch, messing his hair. “She’s magic…I mean really magic…” Yelena had stars in her eyes, which was totally out of her character. “She’s magic practically save us.”

“She didn’t save us,” Bucky said. “We save ourselves.”

“Shut up, Barnes.” Ava told him. “If she hadn’t made that ice cone appear Yelena wouldn’t have killed that agent and we would have wasted time unnecessarily… she practically save us.” She hugged your side.

“Ice cone?” Bob asked astonished. “You made an ice cone from… AN ICE CONE?” Bob’s voice peaked up.

You explained to them how you got your powers.

“Yes, I have some powers,” you said, looking down.

Bucky, sat on a stool having a coffee, rising his head slightly. He was listening.

“I… was born like that and I was always been told my powers are white because it’s linked with who I am,” you began kneading your fingers. “I can control ice… as you all saw,”

“Hell yeah we saw it,” John happily announced.

“Yeah… and I can heal from injury or even worse if that’s the case… without being hurt myself.”

You noticed Bucky’s eyebrow rose a little.

“What else can you do?” Bob asked you interested.

“I can bring back someone’s life… never done it but I can…”

Everyone around you cheered and laughed at the revelation.

Bucky remained silent for a moment, drinking his black coffee. “No one is born like that.”

And with that, he finished his coffee and left the room.

A wave of sadness rose into your body. Your eyes lowered on the floor.

You didn’t know why Bucky treated you like that, since you were always so kind with him like you did with everyone else.

Like for example, a couple of days before when you made a fresh batch of coffee.

You were already awake as you suffered from insomnia. You took all the five cups out of the cabinet, since you already drank you coffee.

Yelena had a yellow one with the bees.

Ava chose a blue one with a unicorn.

Bob had a vintage one from a flee market.

John chose to keep his white one from his time in the military.

Bucky of course had a black one, no illustrations and nothing written on it. Black and simple, kinda like him.

Coffee and milk for Yelena and Ava, way more milk and cream for Bob and a black coffee with three sugars for John like you. At the end, a black and steaming cup for Bucky. No sugar and no milk.

Everyone arrived and picked up their cup. Bob even licked his lips as the warm milky foam remained on his mouth. “Better than the cafe around the corner.”

You smiled warmly.

Yelena, Ava and John did thank you even before picking their cups.

As Bucky entered the kitchen, the voices got lower. Black shirt and shorts, sneakers already on. “Morning,” he said to all.

You hoped it was to you too. “Morning Bucky. Made you the coffee…” you said pointing at his cup.

“Going for a run. Walker would you like to join?” He asked completely ignoring you, opening the fridge.

“Not today.” He said taking Bucky’s cup. “Perfect.” He smiled, after taking a sip.

As Bucky got out of the kitchen, John made a weird face. “How is he even like this thing?”

“Why did you drink it?” You asked him.

“Wasn’t let him ruin the day… but now I really need sugar.”

“Here,” you handed him his cup. “Made you already. It’s gonna be a little cold.”

“No problem.” He said, kissing your head.

As the days passed, you saw at John as a big brother and that care made you smile.

“Barnes is… tough.” Ava began. “He needs time.”

“Seems like he hates me,” you stood, emptying your cup. “I’m gonna go to the gym. Call me if you need.”

In the gym, thankfully alone, you punched the bag attached to the ceiling. Every fist controlled and powerful. You took some second in between session to regain your breath.

You moved onto the treadmill, setting the maximum pace.

Running always made you feel better.

You were so caught up with your pace, that you didn’t notice someone on the threshold of the entrance.

Bucky stood there, sweaty after his run. He always used the gym to decompress after his exercise. He looked at you, still holding his breath as you could hear it above the music you had in your ears. He looked again and left, forcing himself to break his routine.

The routine was everything to Bucky and even a simple difference made him feel bad. After being taken out of HYDRA, rescued and loved in a way by the Avengers and now the Thunderbolts, he thought about having his life settled.

Your arrival made everything different.

You were always so bright and kind and loving even toward him. You made lunch and dinner for everybody. You prepare a new batch of coffee at morning and now you were occupying the gym.

Bucky knew you didn’t do anything wrong but still, he didn’t want to be engaged with you. Someone could say he wasn’t interested in getting to know you because he knew deep down, or so that was what he was thinking, that you hid something. In his mind, no one could be this kind without the urge to make amend for something. He knew it pretty well. He decided to keep an eye on you, afar but still on you constantly.

During missions, you noticed how he was slightly nearer you. In the field, his eyes always seemed to be moving toward your figure.

Meal time was the time he would spend more time listening and watching you.

You were always happy and bright. Always ready to clean up the table and make a coffee ending the meal.

It happened sometimes, that he didn’t see you leaving the room. They were the days when you felt the more nostalgia. You missed your family, especially your father.

Your parents raised you in an happy and loving family. You grew up with a step brother slightly older than you, and a little sister who looked at you like you hung up the moon.

You remained linked to your family no matter what.

Your family retired in some little town in the mountains. They were happy for you, for this new adventure with the New Avengers. They always saw something special about you, not only because you were their daughter.

When you chose the Shield, they fully supported you and when you broke down the news of joining the former Thunderbolts team, your father almost cried.

“We always knew you had something in special despite the circumstances.”

You hugged them tightly, then your brother and sister, before leaving for New York.

It was now six month since your arrival, when Valentina entered the common room. “Barnes and Y/L/N,” Valentina spoke. “Come here.”

You were on the couch with the others, while Bucky was in the kitchen. Once you were all there, Valentina spoke again. “So,” she clapped her hands. “We need two agents for an undercover operation. Two months.”

Everyone looked at each other knowing already what she was going to say.

“Barnes and Y/L/N,” she said smiling. “Congratulation on your wedding. Leaving in three days. You’re gonna have all the details from Mel.”

“WHAT?” Bucky exclaimed. “Absolutely no. I’m out.” Bucky stood abruptly.

“Not so fast, soldier. You don’t have a choice.”

You remained frozen on the couch.

“Barnes,” Valentina moved toward Bucky. He towered over her, but she wasn’t scared at all. “I fear,” she rested his hand on his flesh arm. “That you’re in the idea of… how can I say? Oh yeah… making decisions.” She smiled softly. “We need two agents. They have to be married and happy and…”

“In love?” Mel suggested, already regretting once Bucky looked at her.

“Right… in love. Can you fake it?”

She opened her arms, waiting for an answer.

Bucky, cornered, nodded his head.

“Wonderful,” she looked at you. “And you sweet Y/N? Can you be in love with this guy for a couple of months?”

“I’ll try.” You looked down, not being able to look at Bucky’s face.

“Amazing,” she turned to Mel. “So, informed them. I’ll be in the office all day.”

Once she got out, Mel gave Bucky and Y/N two folder.

“You’re gonna be Andrew and Jane and you got married a couple of years ago. This,” she handed you another folder, toward both of you stretched your arm softly touching your fingers. “Is gonna be your apartment. It’s right above the night club you need to take down.”

“Wait,” Bucky exclaimed. “You want us to be undercover for two months to take down a night club? Am I a bodyguard now?”

“Mr. Barnes-“

“Bucky, please.”

“Bucky… this is not a standard night club. We… think there is some sort of despatch for some new drugs and…”

Mel stopped talking.

“And?” Bucky said, beginning to be impatient.

“We found out some trace of a serum in some pills…”

She didn’t need to specify what type of serum, Bucky already understood. You didn’t tell anyone about your past, about your powers. You only told them what you wanted. You realised it was a bold choice but you thought about the implications and you weren’t willing to let them misjudged you. As Mel left, you were still shocked about the new mission.

Two whole months pretending to love Bucky Barnes.

Truth to be told, you didn’t need to pretend.

You couldn’t get why you felt what you felt for him. He was rude and even slightly aggressive to you, but you knew what he could have passed during his past. Maybe in that tower you were the only one who could understand him completely.

Your father, a glorious member of the military, was kidnapped by HYDRA. The same HYDRA that used to imprisoned Bucky making him known as the Winter Soldier to the world.

They used to keep their scientifically experiments on going, trying to make every time a newer version of the serum. Making it stronger and more powerful.

Your father, unfortunately, was the perfect example of experiment for them. He was single at the time, not that it would have changed something for them, perfect shape and strong built. Bucky was already the Winter Soldier at the time, but they wanted to use more men to their purposes.

He still didn’t know how and what went wrong.

As the serum run into his veins, he didn’t show the usual effects. He wasn’t any faster or stronger or even angrier. This alone made them disappointed, as they failed the experiment. Once they found out their mistake or their negligence, they hit and punched all over your father in one of their cells.

Broken ankles, ribs incapable of hold up a man like him and a fragile mind due to the constantly experiment.

That’s how your soon to be mother, found him.

She was working in a hospital when, during a night storm, HYDRA abandoned your father. He was leaning on a concrete bench on the ground, bleeding and unable to move or stand. She took care of him, as her job demanded but as the time passed, she felt in love with him just as he did with her.

He told her everything about him once they began dating, knowing she was pretty young and willing to have a family. He explained how he would have been probably the worst husband, as he wasn’t able to gave her the family she wanted, but she didn’t hesitate. She loved that man and she already chose him as her lover.

Years passed, they got married and one day she came running with a stick in her hand. “I’m pregnant!”

He picked her up and hugged her so tight. “Oh god, the baby… I’m sorry…” he said, kneeling on the ground.

“Don’t worry my love,” she said, caressing his hair. “It’s too soon to worry.”

After nine months of nausea, a beautiful girl was born.

She had her features but his eyes. She was the most gorgeous baby in the world for them.

As she grew, around three months after being born, they began to notice some particular abilities.

Her hands were always cold, no matter what temperature was in the house. Once she was able to crawl on her own, your mom noticed how your little hands always left a trace of cold water behind you. It wasn’t just the water that made them worried, it was also how you quickly moved on the floor or the beautiful but quite intimidating look in your eyes.

One day, they had their confirmation.

Your mom was on the rung ladder, trying to take down a box. She misjudged the distance and misplaced her foot. She felt or that what’s she was thinking.

In that moment, your father was coming back from the grocery store. Hands full of bags and mouth wide opened. “My love-” He didn’t complete the sentence.

Your mom was floating in the air, the box ahead of her floating too.

On the ground, a little smiley baby clapping her hands.

Your mom regained the balance just as your father use his shoulder to let her sit, after letting the groceries falling down. They moved the box on the ground, crushing it noisily making you cry a little.

Feet on the floor, your mom run to you. “No, sweetie… don’t cry. It’s all good.” She tickled your stomach and you began to laugh again.

They looked at each other in the eyes, knowing this wasn’t a typical case of medical issues.

Luckily, your mom knew someone.

It was one of the older nurses, she escaped HYDRA too. She was also the one who listened to her, truly listened to her, when she told her the story of the gorgeous man bleeding on the bench in front of the hospital.

She took a look at you, while you were playing with your hand. “She’s perfectly fine but,” she took off her glasses.

“But?” Your dad asked her worried.

“She might have some special… ability… let’s say.”

“Are you implying my daughter is a super soldier?”

“Not necessarily,” she pondered how to broke the news. “The serum they used on you might have skipped your system but settled into her blood.”

Your father broke down crying. Your mom sat keeping you into her arms.

The journey back home wasn’t pleasant, but they kept the volume down to not let you get scarred.

“It’s not your fault,” your mom told him. “I already explained to you. It’s their fault, not yours.”

“Feels like it’s mine…” he said, keeping his hands on the steering wheel.

“Well, it’s not… so stop this.” She whispered smiling.

They made you live a perfectly normal life, without the pressure of the power in you. They noticed tho, how you were able to pick a dead flower on the ground and make it alive again.

In the summer, when the heat was impossible to avoid, they kept playing with your hand. It was either for some coldness but also to see how you would react to a constantly touch.

Once you turned 18, they explained all.

You took the news very well. It was in your character. Always kind and understanding. Your father kept asking you sorry, you hugged him tighter every time.

In about three days, you would be Bucky’s fake wife.

He spent the firsts two days in his room, isolating himself from the approaching mission. He had breakfast at four in the morning, lunch in the early afternoon and dinner late at night. He did all of that just to avoid you, and you noticed.

Of course you noticed.

You didn’t think about being Bucky’s best friend of course, but you didn’t mind spending time with him too. You couldn’t deny that seeing him the first time, made your heart racing. He was gorgeous and massive and his voice, the few times you clearly heard him, sounded like a melody. You tried, as the days passed to get to know him.

Handing him the coffee in the morning was the first step but he didn’t accept it. Making a meal for everyone didn’t do the job either.

You respected his silence, even tho you two would have to have a conversation sooner or later about the mission. You spent three time reading alone the folders Mel gave you. You read about the apparently ceremony on a beach in Greece you two had. You could almost picture it.

Your white and soft dress, moved by the light see breeze. Bucky with a dark blue suit, no tie and a couple of buttons opened. Smiles and laughs and a lot of friends cheering for you.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.

“Coming,” you said in the air, thinking it was Bob or Yelena. “Miss me so much-”

Bucky was behind that door, waiting in the corridor like a statue. “Let’s get this done,”

You moved and let him inside.

He noticed the folder opened on the bed, just as you noticed his folder crushed by his hand. “So tomorrow we prepare the essentials,” he said sitting on the edge of the desk, which creaked under his weight. “Valentina provides for everything. It’s gonna be all already in the apartment.” He said that methodically and practically.

“Shouldn’t we talked about… us?” He perked his eyebrow. “Well not us but… yeah us.”

“There’s no us, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you coughed a little. “The us for those two months.”

“Again, there’s no us. We need to be a little affectionate for the people outside. Once we’re alone, we’re strangers again.”

Strangers.

So that’s why you were for him. Someone came in his little world disrupting it.

“Gotcha… strangers.” You said, keeping your smiling on your face.

He left your room after a few more indications.

Door closed, your eyes began to sting.

The third day, Bucky kept himself again isolated in his room.

You packed your essentials, some make up and jewellery and removed your father’s necklace. You kept it hidden above your shirt, no one saw it. Around eight in the evening, the jet was ready to leave.

Bucky shook John’s hand, quickly and politely and wave to Bob, Ava and Yelena.

You, always you, hugged each of them with a bright smile on your face.

“Don’t let him ruin the mission,” Yelena whispered.

You heard about super soldiers and their earring, your father had super hearing, so you knew Bucky heard it.

You didn’t know if you heard him huffing or it was a sick joke of your mind.

Valentina waited for you. She glanced at Bucky, smiling at him. You saw his corner lightly rising as the gentleman he was.

She moved in front of you. “Your first undercover mission for us. It’s gonna be amazing I’m sure of it.” She caressed your arms. “I put the dress for a party in the closet. It’s a fancy one so be impeccable.”

“Why the boss of a night club should have a fancy party?” Bucky asked.

“Because Barnes,” Valentina moved closed to him. “He needs funds and black tie’s party are the most effective way to do it.”

You both got on the jet as the door closed. Sitting in front of each other, the mission began.

“They’re gonna be together you know?” Valentina said.

“Twenty bucks Barnes’s gonna be the first crumbling.” Yelena proposed.

They all laughed and agreed before entering the tower.

On the jet, the silence made it clear that you were not going to be able to hear anything other that the engines. You glanced at him once, keep reading the folder. Bucky loaded and unloaded his gun at least three times. He glanced at you too.

“So Andrew?” You asked Bucky, reading the folder.

“Yes, Jane.” He replied without looking at you.

Could that be the first sign of truce? Maybe.

Bucky spent the flight sleeping, or at least faking the sleep. He had his mind full, his brain working non stop and it was all your fault.

He spent the two days in his room looking at the files.

“Maybe they burn if I stared at them for too long.” He told to himself aloud in his room.

Bucky didn’t want to have your face in his mind constantly.

Your hair to soft, your smile too bright, your eyes to shiny and your voice like a melody. When he saw you the first time, his heart was beating so fast he couldn’t even breathe correctly.

An angel in the tower, that’s what he thought about you.

He put up with his hard facade, since he knew he couldn’t believe or trust you right after seeing you the first time.

Truth to be told, Bucky would have immediately put his life into your hands.

Reading the file, he began thinking about how your life with him could be.

It was a fake one, but it was something.

The idea of being able to kiss you or hug you or even hold your hand was the thing that kept him awake during the evening. Deciding to avoid you? Not his best idea, but it was the only way to get you far from him even tho it seemed you didn’t like to get far from him.

Bucky was mesmerised by you, he truly was but he also had to protect himself after years of being treated like a nobody.

Usually, HYDRA taught it to him, overly kind and gentle people had to make amends for something so brutal and awful did in the past.

Bucky knew how this was.

HYDRA made him a weapon, the most lethal and terrible one. People were scared of him and he had to make a gigantic amend to made people believe him.

He was still the same tough and slightly rude old man, but inside he was even the same old boy who helped Steve when bullies kicked him in the alleys. Y/N was definitely too kind, but it wasn’t the first time someone like you, a literal angel, was in reality someone so bad and awful. He already seen the scenario and he didn’t like it.

Back when he was fighting the Flag Smashers with Sam and John Walkers, the little and cute Karlie made his all world crumbled.

In his mind, you could be the same and he couldn’t risk it all for some feelings even to he began to realise there was no escape from the feelings.

The rational part of him made him thinking.

If she was so bad, why Valentina hired her as a new member of the team?

Shouldn’t be in the raft like criminals or worse, former HYDRA agent?

Seeing you as a potential threat like being a sleepy HYDRA agent made his blood boil, and even tho he was still very much attracted to you, spiritually and physically, he decided to kept the facade on and have a little digging in your past.

Family? Normal.

Education? A normal and “boring” school somewhere in the countryside.

Former experience? Training with Shield after discovering the powers you had.

Current occupation? New member of the New Avengers and probably crush of John Walker.

He grunted and growled at the last point.

He kept looking at you, he told himself for the digging he had to do, but it was just and excuse. The upcoming mission made him tremble on his legs. He cleared the case fast enough with Valentina and Mel and run to his room. Once he was inside, he threw himself on the bed face against the pillow.

He suffocated a grunt and push the pillow more against his face.

“Why me?” He mumbled in the soft pillow. “Why?”

He began thinking, really thinking, at the implications.

He would have to hold your hand, easy job.

He would have to hug you, slightly out of his comfort zone but manageable.

He would have to kiss you, this made the mission tougher than any mission implying HYDRA ever did.

As the jet landed, Bucky let you out first. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

First sign of his surrender.

A car waited for you, keys above the tire.

He helped with the small luggage and put it with his in the back.

On the jet before landing, you both changed. You picked a light blue sundress with white sneakers. Your hair down, free from anything. They moved along the light breeze and Bucky’s super smell caught every particle of scent. He opted for a pair of black trouser and a white shirt, casual and comfy. The t-shirt was too white, your dress too light. He stuttered a little when he saw you, just as you did looking at his chest in that t-shirt.

Absentmindedly, he opened the door for you.

“Thanks,”

He nodded and quickly circled the car jumping on. Keys in the ignition and the car moved.

The dress slid up a little, your legs now slightly more visible.

He gripped the steering wheel with his metal hand, while the other one, kept its grip on the gear. He was very tempted by grazing your skin, already tanned.

“When we’re there,” Bucky began talking. “We…uh… should begin the process… I mean the marriage…”

“Uh- sure,” you replied. “What’s your idea?”

“Don’t know…” Bucky gripped the steering wheel harder. “I can opened the door for you and maybe put my arm on your shoulders…”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He spent weeks avoiding you and now he was willing to do all of that. You were aware of why he needed to do that, but as the skilled agent he was he could have found another way.

“Fine by me.” You smiled at him and you saw how his lips slightly raised.

The rest of the journey was used to make a tactical plan. You found out you were able to talk and you decided about what you could and couldn’t do.

Arms around the shoulders? Fine.

Hugging the side? Also fine.

Kisses? Not necessarily if not the least of your resources.

He entered the street, in a very beautiful district with lots and lots of condos there.

Valentina thought that getting an apartment would have been way more easier than a solo house.

“Less welcoming from neighbours,” she said. “And the nightclub is right ahead of you in one of the most popular and crowded streets.”

Once Bucky parked the car in one of the street spot, he jumped off and circled the car. He picked the luggage in the back and walked toward your door. He opened it, still having all the bag in his covered metal arm, and let you jumped off too.

As he said in the car, he circled your shoulders.

Ahead of the condo, where the lodge was, a couple of man were waiting for you. Valentina called some Shield’s agents to help you with moving, just for making the thing more real.

“Andrew?” One of the man called. “And you must be Jane, right?”

The man, fully aware of you too, glanced at you a little too much. Bucky’s hand lightly pressed more on you.

“Yeah, we talked on the phone.” Bucky replied, arm still on you.

“Miss Mel gave us the keys and we put the boxes already in the apartment. Here’s the key,” he stretched the arm in front of you.

“Thanks,” Bucky grabbed them, losing the contact with your body. “I’ll have them.”

Once the concierge man got out and saluted you, Bucky grabbed the luggage he rested for a second on the ground before you could take them.

“Let me, Jane.”

You nodded smiling, while grabbing his biceps. “Always a gentleman,” you kissed his clothed arm.

The metal one.

“I’m sure he is,” the concierge man told you. “Hey, are you not hot with that cover?” He said pointing at the covered arm.

Bucky that day opted for a white T-shirt, but he put an additional sleeve and glove just on the left arm.

“Uh,” Bucky said smiling. “A little, but gotta do what I have to do… lost it serving the country…”

The man nodded proudly.

Valentina chose your cover precisely and that included Bucky being in the military due to his built.

“Big guy I can let you walk out there without not putting in the army.”

Bucky nodded but you noticed how he had a slightly sad look.

You cover was way more easier. Jane was an author and needs to spent time home writing her first novel.

After talking a little with the concierge, and a couple of your new neighbours, you and Bucky got in the elevator and pressed the button of your floor. Valentina chose the attic.

“Maximum security and comfort,” she told you while she explained the mission. “And you won’t have anyone above you.”

Bucky’s arm was still on your shoulders. He noticed when you were already at your floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” And again, you grabbed his biceps.

Inside, the apartment was gorgeous.

Entering in the large, maybe too large, living room you could accessed to the kitchen on the left and the terrace right in front of you. Getting out, Bucky glanced down. “Here’s the club.”

“Crowed even during the day.” You added.

You got back inside and looked for the bedrooms.

Entering the corridor, you saw two identical bathroom and two others doors. You grabbed a knob, while Bucky grabbed the other one.

Two bedrooms, same style.

You nodded at each other and entered closing behind both doors. You both lost track of the time.

You felt asleep and a knock on the door woke you up. You heard talking behind the door and opened it.

“Yeah we’re here. We must have felt asleep,” Bucky said, phone against his ear. “Valentina.” He silently mouthed you.

“Hi Val,” you said, scratching your eyes yawning.

“She asked if you’re okay,” Bucky reported you.

You raised your thumb entering the bathroom.

Bucky smiled at your back.

You splashed some fresh water on your face, while he was still talking. You got out of the bathroom with the dress still on, so while you heard Bucky saluting Valentina you got back in the room to change. You got out some minutes later, after checking the clothes she chose for you. You picked some short and a blouse.

“What something to eat?” You asked Bucky with your usual smile.

“Yeah, I can order something.”

You opening the fridge still and looked inside, bending down a little.

Bucky stood from the couch and stopped walking.

That’s gonna be tough, he thought.

“Uh… she packed already the fridge I see…” he noticed.

“And the pantry,” you said, opening some cabinets. “Fancy some pasta?” You said already picking a pack of spaghetti.

“Pasta’s fine.”

You picked pans and pots and started to cook, while he got the table ready. You moved already like a couple.

Once it was ready, you sat in front of each other.

“What’s the plan for today, Andrew?”

“Practising already?”

“Well,” you said picking a big fork of pasta. “Gotta know what’s my husband wants.”

He looked at his finger. The ring sat there, calm and steady.

You looked down at your hand too and played with it.

“You chose a good one,” you teased him.

“Gotta know what’s my wife wants.” He smiled softly.

In that moment you thought that you could do anything.

During the afternoon, you decided to take a look at the district. You walked onto the Main Street, where the club was. Your shoulders kept bumping into each other. At the crosswalk, he let you stay in front of him slightly and put his hand onto your lower back.

You pushed yourself behind, resting yourself a little on his body. You decided to have a coffee in a cafe near the club.

“We should take a look at the bodyguard’s past. Looks he has some past,” Bucky said sipping his coffee.

“We’ll do it tonight after-”

“WHAT A LOVELY COUPLE! PLEASE LET ME TAKE A PICTURE!” A man yelled happily.

You looked at him and smiled. “Oh Andrew look,” you said pointing at his Polaroid. “Can we take one please?”

“Sure,” Bucky replied smiling.

It was the first real smile you saw on his face.

The man told you to get closer. You did and your cheek crushed on his.

As he took the picture, you stayed there for a couple of seconds more. He gave it to Bucky and he gave him some money.

“Thank you! Thank you! Really nice couple.”

“Thanks.” You both replied.

At the sun sat down, you got back to the apartment.

Bucky talked and you found out he liked talking a lot.

You began a routine.

At breakfast you always prepared the coffee and this time, Bucky always picked the cup from your hands.

At lunch he cooked, failing sometimes, but you ate no matter what.

Dinner time was the funniest moment, whoever lost the game of searching different things or people made the dinner.

You sat on the terrace, binoculars in your hands for the recognition of the club, trying to beat a super soldier.

“There. On the bench. A guy with a red shirt.”

You huffed.

“Oh… on the balcony. Second floor. A dog sleeping.”

“Buckyyy... c’mon.”

“What? You can’t beat me.” He snorted. “There, on the first floor. Someone dancing.”

You raised your arm, waving an imaginary white flag.

Useless to say, you made dinner every night.

The first week goes pretty well. Bucky finally opened up and smiled even more.

He talked about his past, which of course you knew already. “It wasn’t simple getting into the game again. My skills were used to the wrong purposes and… it took me a lot.”

You rested your hand on his. “But you were stronger. Everyone knew you were the victim, Bucky. Don’t let stupid people thing something else of you.”

“And you?” He asked after some minutes of silence. “What’s your story?”

“You know my story. I know you looked at it.”

“Maybe but I want to hear it from you.”

You told him everything but the HYDRA part about your father. He would have known, but it wasn’t the right time.

“So you’re a genetic miracle?” He said softly but quiet not fully convincing.

“You can say that.” You involuntarily touched your neck.

“Left the necklace at home?”

“How do you know about it?”

I can’t stop staring at you, Bucky thought.

“I’m a pretty good observer.”

“It’s a gift from someone very important.”

“A lover?” He shyly asked.

“Much more like a dad,” you laughed.

You couldn’t tell if it was real but his all body relaxed.

Two weeks in, you collected a lot of information about the club and the owner.

You tracked how the same guy made back and forth with a big bag every two days.

The owner, a man with dark hair always wearing black clothes, made long phone calls on the threshold of his club every morning.

“Right in front of everyone,” Bucky noticed.

“So he seems like a normal guy.” You added.

At the beginning of the third week, you decided it was time to get into the club. You picked a short green dress. No sleeves or collar. Bucky opted for a black shirt, two buttons opened, and tight jeans. You reached the elevator and then he kissed your naked shoulder.

“Cameras,” he told you whispering.

It was a mere excuse, and Bucky took advantage of that.

“Right.” You said peaking his cheek.

You entered the elevator hand in hand. You stepped out of the building and crossed the street.

“Andrew and Jane.” Bucky told the bodyguard, circling your waist.

He let you enter.

The hostess inside took a glance of Bucky and you felt a wave of jealousy rising inside you. You sat at a table and admire the interior.

“Didn’t think it was like that…” you said, sitting.

Bucky too took a glance around him. “Thought it was a stripper club…”

You ordered a couple of drinks, a martini for yourself and a whiskey for Bucky.

He sipped it slowly, letting his mouth curling around the edge of the glass. You played with the glass and then took a sip too.

A drop felt from your mouth and Bucky quickly cleaned it.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “We should take a look around.”

“Fancy a dance wifey?”

“With absolute pleasure, hubby.”

He stood and stretched his arm, you took it and stood too. He guided you on the dance floor where tons of people were moving and dancing. You turned, giving him a look of your back. He pulled you toward him, crushing on his chest. You swayed your hips following the music. He grabbed your hips, letting you guide him.

You turned your head a little, talking at his ear. “We should dance toward that door,” you turned into his arms. “Seems like it’s protecting something important.”

He nodded.

You began to slide on the floor, trying following the music.

Once you where near the door, he tried to grab the knob. The doors was of course locked.

“Can try to open it,” he said. “Need some time tho.”

As he took out the lock’s pick, someone was heard talking in the background.

Bucky stood abruptly and pushed you against the wall. He grabbed your hips and pushed himself more on you.

He angled his face and kissed you.

It wasn’t romantic.

It wasn’t prepared.

It was just the heat of moment after being almost blown out. You respond to the kiss immediately. Circling his neck, you pressed even more on him. Your fingers tangled in his locks. His leg in the middle of your, caging you. You lifted you leg, he gripped it under your tight. You both moaned in the kiss not noticing the two men arriving.

“Guys you can’t-”

You kept kissing a couple second more.

Too many.

“Oh sorry guys,” the man said quiet embarrassed. “Sorry but you can’t stay here.”

You were frozen.

“Uh… yeah… sorry,” Bucky said, hands trying to tied up his hair. “We were… uh… sorry we got caught up in the moment…”

“Hey,” the man touched Bucky’s shoulder, thankfully the flesh one. “It’s no problem but you need to… you know…”

“Oh yes… sorry again.” Bucky mumbled.

You simply nodded, cheeks red.

Bucky engulfed in a side hug, worsening the situation.

Once you were both outside, you finally relaxed a little.

You crossed the street in silence but holding hands. A shy nod to the night concierge and then into the elevator. You rested your head against his shoulder as you knew he was looking at you. Bucky let you pass once the door opened and pressed the button.

Entering the apartment, he rested the back against the closed door. You bent down over the backrest of the couch. No one talked but suddenly, you both began to laugh.

Bucky sat on the floor, sliding his back on the door. You knelt behind the couch, forehead resting on it. You looked at him and he looked at you.

After a couple of minutes, gaining your breath again from the laugh, he stood and you mimicked him. He gave you his hand and you shook it snorting.

“Well that was fun.” You said.

“Yeah… it was.”

His fingers lingered a seconds more around yours. Just as his lips did with yours. You both entered in your own room, then getting out right after with your pj on.

Smiling, you both entered in the bathroom.

Bucky undressed himself quickly and jumped in the shower. His body naturally reacted to the kiss and he hoped you wouldn’t find it weird.

The icy cold water streamed on his body, calming his nerves. He involuntarily passed his hand on the nape of his neck, where you did grab a lock of his hair.

In the other bathroom, you sat in the closed toilet. Knees up and head against them. A tear escaped your eyes. All of this, was fake. He wasn’t your husband, you thought looking at the ring you never took off. You still felt the pressure of his hand on your leg. The hunger of his lips. His soft hair in your fingers.

You stood and undressed. An icy cold shower would have resolved everything, at least you hoped.

Getting out of the bathroom, in the same moment as you practiced it all, was a little weird.

“Good night, Bucky.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You spent the night staring at the ceiling

Doors closed, the world kept shouting outside.

Bucky laid on his bed with his hands crossed on his chest. The memory of your taste still on his lips. Your warm body missing against his.

On the other side, you laid stomach down. Your face crushed into the pillow and not on his chest. Kissing Bucky made your legs buckle and when you touched his pecs, you felt his heartbeat. You did feel other part of his body and hoped he didn’t feel your nipples getting hard, but you knew he definitely did feel those.

You tried to not being conditioned by the kiss the next morning when you woke up.

You barely slept, Bucky didn’t even try. You heard the coffee machine in the kitchen and looked at the time. The clock on your wall ticked six in the morning. You huffed and sat on the bed, taking a deep breath you stood and opened the door. You walked slowly toward the living room and then the kitchen.

“Oh sorry,” Bucky said, mug in his hands. “Didn’t wanna bother you. Want some?” He asked pointing at the coffee.

“Yeah, thank you.”

You sat on a stool, not used to see him making the breakfast.

“Black with-”

“Black with three sugar,” Bucky exclaimed. “Like Walker.”

“How?”

“Told you I’m a good observer.”

You drank in silence your coffee but suddenly you decided to break it.

“Bucky we need to talk.”

“Listen Y/N,” he began. “I made it just for the mission… but I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…”

“Bucky,” you sat better. “I’m not uncomfortable but… you avoided me at first and now you kissed me… I know it was for the mission but… we could have… I don’t know… had a fight…”

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

You were both so good at your job that you found a routine to use between the two of you.

The mission went pretty well, days passed and you guys integrated well enough with the people in the district.

The bakery knew how Jane loved a cinnamon roll while writing her novel. You tried to write something on your computer, to make the world knew you were in fact a real author. Valentina prepared some old articles and rearranged, letting you being able to consulted them in public. At the outside’s eyes, you were digging and looking for information for your novel.

The barista knew Andrew came in the cafe asking for a coffee in the afternoon. He went every afternoon, at the stroke of five o clock. He got out of the office and on his way home, he picked up a cup of coffee and something for his wife.

“Lucky woman, Jane,” the barista said.

“I’m the lucky one.” Bucky always replied.

The kiss came up in your mind every night, but the still two weeks remaining didn’t allow you to distract.

You and Bucky made a very detailed report to Valentina every two or three days.

Two weeks left now, the party was the last big piece of the puzzle.

In the previous days, after the kiss, you used the excuse to hang out just to enter more in the club. You noticed the same guy with the same bag and people coming back and forth. Those people, seems every time a little bit bigger. You saw them leaner and with more muscles. A shiver run down your spine. HYDRA really did use those club to spread the pills with the serum.

Bucky used to run every morning, particularly when the garbage man took his sweet time every morning with their trash. Feigning a cramp, he stretched his legs on a bench right outside the club. Bucky wore a pair of glasses with a camera in the rod. Once he came back, he gave the glasses to you and you downloaded every time the images.

As you sat with the computer in front of you, Bucky drank from a bottle of water. He always did after his run and you began to think it was a mere way of teasing.

You felt in a trap but you didn’t let him win all the time.

As you preferred running in the evening in the park, you came back sweaty and hard breathing, you stretched in the living room. Bucky was always on the couch reading some notes and looking at the pics he took during the day. You always stretched your arms in the air, letting your t-shirt rise a little. Bucky always changed the way he was sitting and licked his lips every time you turned.

It was the night of the party that changed everything.

Valentina didn’t arrange the invitation by a mere case of fortune. She knew that the climbs owner every year invited the people on the district to his annual party.

“It’s easy and effective. They saw him as a philanthropist and of course having the club in an exclusive position made him seems legitimate.” Valentina explained on the phone speaker some days before the event.

“Did you guys let him see you?”

“Barely,” Bucky replied.

“He’s never in the club. We don’t know him.”

“Did you saw him?”

“Once,” you said.

“That’s enough,” Valentina replied. “Y/N?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“I think you should flirt with him a little bit,” Valentina suggested.

“Did you remember she’s married to me?” Bucky asked, raising his voice.

“Did you remember it’s an undercover mission, Barnes?” Valentina asked Bucky. “And a lot of wife married with other man every day…” she left the phrase hanging in the air.

Yeah but no husband looks like Bucky, you thought.

“How should I do it?” You asked.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. You put your hand on his. “Should I let him buy me a drink?”

“Use your weapon darling.”

“Alright,” you declared. “I’ll see once I’ll be there.”

Bucky stopped the call. His voice dropping down in a second.

“Let’s get ready.” He said, standing and running to the bedroom.

“Buck-”

He already closed the door.

You got back to your room and your phone rang, your personal one. Looking at the screen you saw your father’s number blinking.

“Hey,” you tried to feign happiness.

“You’re a terrible liar,” your dad replied back. “What’s going on?” He asked you serious.

You explained him all.

About how Bucky still didn’t know how you got your powers. About how your dad in HYDRA wasn’t an easy thing to say to Bucky. How Valentina suggested you to flirt with the club’s owner and Bucky had that weird reaction.

Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

He was in your head.

In your heart.

On your lips.

“Woah,” you dad exclaimed. “Too much information honey.” He replied as you were talking about the kiss you and Bucky shared.

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“Honey,” his tone sweet like sugar. “If you think Bucky’s the one… you should be talking to him.”

“I don’t know how Bucky would react knowing that-”

“React to what?” Bucky exclaimed.

You forgot to lock the door and he had super hearing.

Terrible combo.

“I gotta go. Talk to you later,” you stopped the call. “Bucky is not what you think…”

“Explained it to me then.” He almost ordered.

“I-I can’t…”

“I knew it. Your hiding something,” he looked at you with hate. “Let’s finished this mission and then you’re gonna leave the Avengers once and for all.”

“Bucky no-”

But he was already out of your room.

You knelt on the floor crying.

After an hour, where you didn’t even hear him at all, he opened the door to your room. You sat on the bed, tying the lace on your shoes.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. The sweet tone he had, completely gone.

“Ready.”

It wasn’t simple feigning love when the other person almost didn’t look at you. Bucky was a great spy but a terrible liar and he couldn’t handle not being affectionate to you. He still had his hand on your waist. His lips lingered on the delicate skin on your shoulder. He kissed the top of your head standing in the queue in front of the club.

For the occasion, the club was completely transformed. Red drapes and black rug on the floor.

“HYDRA’s colours,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

Once it was your turn, the bodyguard recognised you and let you in.

If the outside of the club was the same, the inside was totally reorganised. The red drapes on the outside seemed lighter on the inside. The table were all covered in black tablecloths and red roses stood in the middle in tall and glassy vases.

You dress had a long and deep slit, sitting down your tight was visible.

Bucky did take a look at your leg.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome. Every night, people walk through these doors looking for something. It may be freedom or purpose or even a chance to leave the world outside behind,” the man began speaking.

The man was the owner.

The real mind behind everything.

The man creating a new squad of super soldier using people’s weakness.

“I believe we’re all capable of becoming more than we think, if we’re willing to let go of our limits and embrace change. So tonight, forget who you were when you arrived. Dance, celebrate, and enjoy every moment. By the time you leave, you might discover you’re stronger than you ever imagined. To new beginnings.”

Everyone around you cheered and applauded.

“Welcome to the Cepire.”

Cepire.

Your mind worked relentlessly.

“Bucky,” you shook his arm. He barely turned his head. “Bucky,” you called him again whispering.

“What?” He replied. His tone showing no affection.

“Bucky… Cepire is the anagram of Pierce,” he finally looked at you in the eyes.

“What?”

You moved closer, linking your arm around his neck. Your mouth and warm breath against his ear. “I think this is Pierce’s son.”

“How do you know Pierce?” He asked you angry. “Y/N? How did you?” Anger flashing across his face.

“Please,” you kissed him. A quick peck on his lips. He remained frozen. “Trust me and proceed with the mission. Let’s have a fight and I’m gonna try to find something.”

He stood. “Oh yeah it’s convenient for you. Why don’t said anything before?”

You mentally thanked him.

“Am I not free enough to make decisions?” You stood abruptly too. “You know what? I’m going now.”

People around you looked at you.

“Sorry.” You told them.

Bucky made his way toward the bar. You moved to the other side, where a long table full of flutes of champagne stood there.

“What a stunning woman like you is doing all alone here?”

The owner moved toward you. His voice deep and weirdly soft.

“Regretting my marriage… oh stupid champagne,” you said, glancing at him. “It made my tongue run a little too fast.”

“Am I sensing some trouble in paradise?”

Well, let’s see.

He made his personal mission hating on you since day one. You couldn’t be honest with him even if you would literally put your life into his hands. He then made a teeny tiny step ahead with you. And lastly he kissed you like his life depended on that to “not blow up the cover”.

You could have said that, but instead you skated over. “Nothing like that,” you rested your hand on his forearm. “But sometimes… marriage is tough.”

You said, emptying the glass of champagne.

He snapped his fingers, and second later a waiter appeared with another flute of champagne.

You took it from his hand, letting your fingers grazed his. You didn’t see Bucky, but it was like feeling his presence on you.

The man, you were now sure was Pierce’s son, kept talking and leaning towards you. He moved closer, whispering something at your ear. “You shouldn’t let a man conditioning your life…” he said, looking at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Maybe you’re right-”

Your head felt heavy. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the counter.

He snacked his arm around you, cradling your head on his shoulder. “There you are… Y/N.”

But you were already passed out on his shoulder.

Bucky went out, not seeing the scene. He took his phone out of his pocket and called Valentina.

She answered immediately. “Any news?” She asked worried.

“Y/N thinks the owner may be Pierce’s son.” He didn’t asked. The told her.

Valentina didn’t reply immediately.

“Is he?” He asked now as confirmation.

“We had some doubts about that but… if she thinks that it may be true.”

“You put us on a mission with Pierce’s son? Are you of your mind? You should have told us at least.” He whispered shouted.

“Barnes,” she tried to talk. “We couldn’t say it for sure. We need confirmation first.”

“Well now you have it and…” Bucky stooped.

“And what? Barnes?”

“She’s flirting with him… like you suggested it… gotta go. Talk to you later.”

He didn’t wait for her reply.

Entering again the club, Bucky didn’t see you. Panic began to rise inside his body and a wave of fear invaded his mind. “Y/N where are you?” He asked himself.

In the back of the club, you woke up on a chair. No chain or rope. Just sat there.

A man, overly tall and muscular, stood in front of the door.

There were no windows and just a bulb of light hanging on the ceiling.

The door opened.

The owner, better saying Pierce’s son, entered the room and ordered the man to leave you alone.

You gulped.

“Well, well, well,” he began. “Y/N Y/L/N. How’s daddy?”

“Don’t know,” you replied, now weirdly calm. “How’s your daddy?”

He touched his chest, right above his heart, wounded. “Valentina didn’t teach you manners I see…”

Your hands began to shake. Tiny flakes of white sparks rose on your palms, but they didn’t strike up.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” he said, stretching his shirt sleeves. “This room have an electric magnetic field around it. Your powers are… useless inside here.”

“They will come to find me.”

“Oh we counted on it. Especially your husband… Andrew right?” His smile darkened. “Never thought of the Winter Soldier as… Andrew.”

Every time he pronounced Bucky’s fake name, a shiver run down your spine.

“You got me for a second,” he seemed like he was complementing you. “But I’ve never forget my dad’s best experiment… and you,” he circled the chair. “You have your dad’s eyes. Same expression of someone wanting to do the good thing. He was weak.”

“My father was a victim but he was never weak.”

“He was.” And then he smacked your head making you falling from the chair.

Pain rose inside your head, you felt the warm blood streaming on your forehead but also noises from outside.

You smiled weakly. “He’s coming for you.”

“Again, I hope that.”

He moved like a shadow and got out the room, leaving you alone on the floor. You tried to stand slowly. Your head banging and your arm hurting as you felt on that. You heard punches, shooting and yelling.

When the door opened, you fear for your life but a shiny hand helped you to stand properly.

Bucky.

“Y/N,” he was panicking. “My god what did he do?”

“Hit my head… Bucky everything is spinning…”

“Rest on me, sweetie.”

Holding you up, he got the both of you out. You saw the man that was in the room with you, laying on the floor. A bullet in his forehead.

“Not so fast, soldat.” Pierce’s son told in the dark corridor.

Not seeing him, you began to run. Bucky held your body with his metal arm, while the other held a gun. You arrived on the dance floor, empty. No one was there anymore.

As there was no other people in there, or that’s what you both thought, he pushed you under a table moving his attention to Pierce’s son.

He was fast, so damn fast.

Bucky blinked when he shoved him on the ground. No one could tackled down Bucky, but he did it.

You felt the power rising in you, and you tried to stand. In that moment a couple of men, incredibly strong and big, arrived. You stretched your arms ahead of you, pointing at them. White streaks came out of your palms. You felt the power rising in your body and seeing Bucky on the ground, fighting for his life, gave you a purpose.

The two men were strong but you power was stronger. In a second they were on the ground, frozen to death.

Pierce’s son looked at you for a second, while Bucky was still on the ground. “Oh,” he muttered. “We bet on the wrong horse.”

He moved toward you, gun in his belt. As he took it, Bucky swung his legs making his losing the balance.

He regained it quickly and pointed the gun at Bucky’s chest. “I wouldn’t,” he smiled. “Don’t want your boyfriend to suffer, right?”

In a rush of adrenaline, you made the chandelier shaking. Seeing a white aura around you, Pierce’s son looked up at the chandelier. In that moment, you stroke at him. Falling down, he pressed the trigger of the gun and a bullet landed in Bucky’s side.

“BUCKY!” You yelled full of anger.

Pierce’s son laid down on the ground dead. You slid toward Bucky, crawling on the floor.

You rest your palms on his side and cried.

“Please... Bucky stay with me. Please don’t leave me.”

You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating. Your hands began to glow, feeling the powers flooding from your body to his.

It happened all fast around you, but you were concerned only about Bucky and saving his life.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you flinched lifting your right hand in the air while the left one remained on Bucky.

“Whoa,” John lifted his arms. “It’s me. What happened?”

The rest of the team and Valentina entered.

“I don’t know… I really don’t… I killed him,” you said, pointing your head toward Pierce’s body. “But he pulled the trigger… an-and it reached Bucky’s side…”

Under your palms, Bucky began breathing normally again.

You laid on the ground tired. Your healing power didn’t affect you but with the blood still coming out of your head, it was another situation.

The paramedics took over. “Ma’am,” one of them said to you. “You did it amazing but let us work now.”

His tone was sweet so he let him.

On the ambulance, after sticked the pads on Bucky from the machine, you took his hand. He removed the oxygen mask, letting it slide on his face.

“No Bucky,” you grabbed the mask. “You need this.”

“Oh god,” he panted. “Am I dead?”

You panicked. “God, no. Bucky you’ll live… you’re gonna be okay.”

“If you say so angel. You’re so beautiful… but not as beautiful as Y/N,”

A breath got stuck in your throat.

“She’s beautiful and I was mean to her… she’s always so nice and kind and gentle… I don’t deserve her… when I kissed her my heart was beating like crazy...”

John behind you in the ambulance, while the other remained in the club, snorted. “Knew it…” he whispered.

“Shut up.”

“Angel?”

“Yes, Bucky?” You said sweetly.

“Would you said it to her?”

“Saying what?”

“That I love her… I’m so sorry for treating her like that… I’d love her even if she was HYDRA…”

“What?” John whispered.

“Later.”

“She’s the only good thing in my life and I wrecked it…”

He began crying and his heartbeat rose. The paramedic in the back of the ambulance yelled. “FASTER! WE’RE LOSING HIM! Miss please,” and pushed you on the side.

“I’m telling her, Bucky.” You cried.

John hugged you tight. “It’s gonna be okay…”

But he couldn’t know that for sure.

In the hospital, Bucky was immediately taken into surgery.

Valentina and the other Avengers came immediately. Bob was there too.

“What happened?” Yelena asked.

You explained them all.

How you were flirting with the man. How you got your head heavy in a second and how you woke up minutes later in a dark room. You told them he was Pierce’s son, and Yelena fought against her tears.

John kept an arm on you. “Why did Bucky told about…” he didn’t knew how he could say it without having implications.

“That he would love me even if I was from HYDRA?” You looked Valentina. “You knew right?”

She nodded.

Everyone kept looking at you.

“I was born from a man tortured by HYDRA. He was an experiment but…” a tears escaped your eye. “The serum failed on him and apparently settled in me.”

“So you are…” Bob began asking.

“No, I’m not a super soldier… but I have those powers and… I’m using them for something good…”

Yelena was now crying. Ava followed her behind. John’s arm still on you and now Bob engulfed all in a hug.

“Come on Valentina,” he told her. “Join us…”

She did.

Yelena personally guided to the medic bay. “You should patch it up,” she said, pointing at the forehead. “It’s bleeding again.”

You looked down.

“Hey,” she lifted your chin. “No one here is angry with you. You’re no HYDRA. You’re an Avenger.”

You hugged her tight. “Can you bring me to Bucky?”

She nodded.

On the other side of the med bay, in a single room, Bucky laid down.

His body totally recovered but he needed rest.

“We gave him something to sleep. He’s gonna need at least a couple of days to rest completely, but you did a great job healing him.”

“Why did he…”

You didn’t know how to say it.

“He had a little heart attack but it’s now all under control. His heart was beating like crazy. You can stay here if you want.”

You stayed there for two days.

You held his hand and caressed his face. Even during sleep, he was the most handsome man ever. His feature relaxed and his mouth slightly raised in the corners.

He woke up after a couple of days. You were still there.

“Angel?” He realised he was talking to you in the ambulance. “God I fumbled.”

“You didn’t,” you caressed his cheek. “I was so worried.”

“If you’re HYDRA… please tell me before I’m gonna do something irresponsible…”

You preceded him and kissed him.

He responded immediately to the kiss. His hands shaking but firmly rested on your head, pulling you into him. He panted when you put your body slightly on him.

“Ouch,” he grunted. “Careful sweetheart.”

“Oh god sorry.”

You sat on the chair near his bed, keeping his hand between yours and explained all to him.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of time but his eyes remained steady on you. “I was worried you were here for them… and I treated you as a threat but,” he snorted. “You’re by far the most kind and amazing woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah I know,” you slid a lock of hair for his face. “The angel told me…” you teased him.

“Please,” he closed his eyes smiling. “Don’t reminded me.”

“I’ll make it as my personal mission, Barnes.”

You both stared at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

“So he’s dead?” He asked you.

“Dead.” You confirmed.

The following days were like a dream. Bucky found himself as a lover boy and you loved it. He waited for you in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“You should rest, Bucky.”

“Can’t,” he kissed your cheek. “Need to make amends for my behaviour.”

Yelena and Ava entered the kitchen and smiled but right after they playfully teased him.

“So he’s dead crumbled first right?”

“Shut up Belova.” He smiled, arm linked to your waist.

“God your such a sap…”

John delighted by the scene, hugged you both. “Found your match I see. Don’t ruin it man.”

“Wouldn’t dream on it…”

Bob looked at you like a little kid watching his parents in love.

Valentina entered unannounced. “Hey look at this,” she sid not surprised.

Bucky had his all body crushed against yours. He leaned behind you, hugging your waist while you spread some jam on a bagel.

“Guys can I talk to you?” She said, serious. “In private?”

You followed her into another room.

“Pierce’s son is definitely dead,” she told.

You and Bucky both huffed relieved.

“You were right about everything Y/N and… I’d like to make you an apology. We should have informed you.”

“I get it why you didn’t, Valentina.”

“Anyway I’m here for those,” she reached in her pocket. “This is for you.”

Bucky picked the envelope. “A reservation for an hotel?”

“It’s my apology gift for you,” she smiled. “Picked a five star hotel here in New York and spent some days resting,” she finished. “But not too much. The world needs you.”

The same night, Bucky chose the most luxurious hotel in town. Spa in the room, meals in bed and a terrace. You left the tower the same exact night, as you were too excited to spent time alone. As you arrived in the massive suite, Bucky immediately orderer room service.

“What you want, doll?” He asked you, cornering you. “I’ll buy you everything you like.”

“Well,” you circled his neck. “Since you were very rude,” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Uh uh,” he moaned.

“Surprise me… let’s see if you’re worthy…”

You removed your hands from his neck and slid toward the bedroom.

As Bucky ordered on the phone, you took all the clothes off. “… yeah thank you. Half and hour? Perfect. Bye.” He hung up. “Doll,” he told you. “It’s gonna be around-”

You hid yourself behind the bedroom’s door, letting only your leg out.

“Doll,” he panted.

“Want to take a shower before eating?” You asked, battling your lashes.

Bucky did definitely want that.

He run to you and you squeaked happily. He was in the bathroom in a second. He looked at you fully.

Naked and glowing.

He saw the ring sitting on your finger. “You still have it.”

“Kinda like it.” You said, entering the shower.

He removed all of his clothes and jumped in the shower with you.

You couldn’t avoid looking at his all body.

His massive frame occupied most of the space. His hard pecks stood in front of you. His hands immediately reached and grabbed your waist. He pushed you against the wall. His cock already hard, pointing up against his stomach. “Yeah… sorry…” he said blushing.

You grabbed the shaft and began stroking it. With your free hand, you pulled him down on your lips. He let you do all.

“Doll,” he panted against your lips.

“You like it?” You asked teasing him.

Your hand become icy cold, a delicious contrast with the hot water running above you.

“Fucking love it…” he grunted, resting his metal hand on the wall.

As his cock twitched in your hand, you removed it from around his cock just as he was about to come.

“What,” he whined at the loss. “Doll,”

You turned and picked up the shampoo. Squeezing it you lather on your hands and then on your scalp. Once your head was all bubbly, you use the remained shampoo and washed his hair.

He bent down his head and let you spread the foam on his head. Your nails scratched his scalp with the perfect amount of force.

Conditioner and body wash, were the following steps.

You rinsed your body then his and stopped the water. You stepped out and took a nice and fluffy towel. Bucky did the same. He was still half hard and shocked.

Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. “Room service.”

Bucky opened, worried his visible excitement was still showing, and gave the waiter a big and overly generous tip.

He brought the cart inside the room, in the living room, where you were waiting for him.

Again, naked.

“You’re killing me…”

“I hope so.”

He positioned the cart in front of the table and pulled off the towel too. You took your time looking at him. He sat and lifted one of the cloches.

The most perfect steak and potatoes appeared. Juicy and tender. A perfect combination of flavour and texture. You drank a little bit of wine, adding warm to your body. Just the sight of a naked super soldier in front of you was enough. When he lifted the last cloche, after finishing your steak and potatoes, you saw the dessert he ordered.

A cup of fresh and red strawberries and whipped cream.

“Why don’t you come here, doll.” He tapped his tight.

You moved on autopilot.

Standing, he glanced again at you. You circled the table and he pulled his chair back. You sat on his tight, legs closed. Your knees grazed his cock.

He grabbed a strawberry and bit into it before pushing it into your lips. You bit where he did and some juice escaped your mouth. He licked it clean and moved down on your chest, where some drops felt too. He closed his lips around your nipple and you moaned at the contact.

“Bucky,”

“Yeah,” he sucked it harder. “Say my name.”

You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and spread it on his lips, then licked it clean all.

His cock twitched and you felt it under your legs. You decided to not let this man suffer. You took some whipped cream and spread it on his tip. You knelt on the ground, between his legs and licked the cream of his body.

“Jesus,” he moaned, as his hand flew into your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him fully. You fought a little gag reflex and sucked him. Hard and deep.

He put his other hand on your head. He guided you but let you have your pace. You felt it twitching into your mouth and sucked him harder. He came with a grunt, holding for some seconds your head there. You looked at him, swallowing all.

He stared at you hungrily and moved the plates on the table. Making the right amount of space, he picked you up and sat you on the table. He spread your legs and dove in your core. You rested your weight on your elbow while your other hand grabbed his hair.

“God, Bucky… please don’t stop.”

He rested his hands on your legs and opened them more. His tongue lapped your clit and hole. Nothing left behind.

As he sensed your core clenching, he inserted two fingers in you. Moving them in and out, he kept sucking on your clit.

“Wanna come Bucky… let me come…”

“Do it,” he sweetly ordered.

You cried out as you came. Wave of pleasure coming out of your body like and explosion and tiny sparks of white light came out from your palms. You sat there panted. Your chest moving up and down.

“God you’re addicting…” He stood up and kissed you.

Both of his hands on your face as he devoured your lips. He picked you up and you squeaked grabbing his neck. He let you down on the bed like you were the most fragile thing ever. You spread your legs more and he laid in between. His cock pressing on your still throbbing core. He kissed you like that night in the club. His hands grabbing your tights before rolling his hips.

“Bucky do something…”

He took his cock in his hand and glided your core with his tip. He passed it between your folds, collecting all the wetness.

“Please,”

He inserted his tip, just the tip, and you moaned at the feeling. He pushed himself more into your pussy. You felt the stretch and every inch of him. He sat there on his knees, fully inside. He let you adjust to his size and then he began to move. He pulled out and pushed back. Your hands grabbed the sheet. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers, holding your arm up. He dipped down to kiss your opened mouth. He dove down more on your collarbone and neck, sucking a point he quickly found out was your weakness.

As you clench more around him, he began to move faster. “I’m coming Bucky…”

“Me too,” he kissed you more. “Come with me.”

Your second orgasm rose inside you. He sealed your mouth with his as he played with your clit with his finger. He walked through your pleasure.

As you came down, he crushed your body with his like a weighted blanket. His body, warm and sweaty, comforting you.

You both remained there for some minutes without talking. He broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he told you whispering.

“I thought you hated me…” you whispered back. “I really thought you were… I don’t even know what…”

“I’ve never really hated you,” he rose his head, looking straight into your eyes. “I was just scared and if I have to be honest a little scared even if your kindness…”

“What do you mean?”

“You were always so kind and gentle and… I hate to say it but… HYDRA made people this gentle to trick others…”

“Bucky I’d never-”

“I know,” he kissed you sweetly. “Now I know.”

Bucky never stopped asking you sorry. He was truly disgusted by his behaviour but you perfectly understand why he did it.

One year later, you and Bucky were now officially a couple.

The team never stopped teasing Bucky for his behaviour and once you got back from the “apology gift” Valentina gave you, they began trolling the former Winter Soldier.

“So you did crumble, Barnes.” John asked.

It was no point in lying, so he did tell the truth. “Yeah… and I was a moron and an asshole…”

“Indeed she could have someone better,” Yelena teased him and Ava choked on her coffee seeing Bucky’s face.

“What?”

“Oh don’t listen them… they’re jealous…” you kissed him deeply. “There’s no one better.”

“Awwwww…” a choir rose inside the kitchen.

“I hate you all,” Bucky said. “Not you of course.” He kissed you once more.

He took your hand in his, where a ring sat.

It wasn’t Jane’s ring, this was Y/N’s ring.

He kissed the stone then the back of your hand.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Jane.” He said whispering in your ear.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Andrew.” You replied.

What began as a mission, let the hidden feeling came out and that’s how you liked it.

PUNISHMENT - Is it a dream or was she truly back there?

(Marvel OC, ab_se mentioned, ANGST)

THEIR ELEGY - The priest of Spawn is calm, compassionate and collected. So why now are they trembling, tearful and horrified? What has them so petrified?

(10-parter, old Forsaken oc, TRIGGERING THEMES ARE MENTIONED)

WEIRD PASTIME, BUT OKAY - You’re a powerful person, so there’s no way you have silly little interests…right??

(Bucky Barnes x Reader, FLUFF)

KITTY!! - Bucky is taking Steve home to get fixed up, yet again, but they happen to stumble upon a “ferocious” ball of fluff on their way home.

(Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, and Alpine Barnes, FLUFF….SORT OF)

YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? - Bucky’s complaining about Steve..again. And just like always, it slowly morphs into something more.

(Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, FLUFF)

BABY CROSSING - Dr. Raynor told Bucky he needed a therapy animal. He thinks it’s too much, but a therapy animal happens to choose him instead.

(Bucky & Alpine Barnes, ANGST & FLUFF)

THE MONSTER’S GONE… // HE’S ON THE RUN AND YOUR DADDY’S HERE - The Winter Soldier always completes his tasks without any sort of emotion clouding it. But what happens when the task is a child?

(Two-parter, Bucky Barnes & Child!Reader, ANGST)

BIRTHDAY BOY - It’s Bucky’s birthday! The Thunderbolts celebrate him all in their different ways, but Coral seems like she won’t. Then Bucky finds some especially special presents in his rooms.

(Bucky Barnes x Marvel OC, FLUFF)

JELLY - You’re a country girl—horses are your forte. But then Bucky decides to challenge your knowledge, so you gotta teach him a lesson.

(Bucky Barnes x Reader, FLUFF)

LIKE A DOG - Coral remembers just how she was—independent to a fault. But now that she’s been around the Thunderbolts more, she realizes how akin to a dog she is.

(Marvel OC x Canon, ANGST/ AB_SE MENTIONED)

A MAN THAT DOESN’T EXIST I / AMTDE II - Derek Hutchins is just another fictional man you love to a fault—never existing but in the confines of the internet and your head. But then you meet someone in your Minecraft world.

(Two-parter, D3rlord3/Derek Hutchins x Reader, FLUFF & ANGST)

YOU’RE TOO GOOD TO QIUYUAN - Qiuyuan is usually the top when you two make love, so it sincerely shocks him when you decide to offer a swap.

(Qiuyuan x Reader, SMUT)

HUMANITY - Verity’s been different ever since his scare, but recently he’s been quieter. Then, he hides away, and it worries Mob to the bone. When Verity re-emerges however, something’s…different.

(Verity x ThatMob, FLUFF)

It was rare for Verity to be this calm, especially when he was away from Mob.

He hadn’t been overbearing today, hadn’t clung to Mob with his usual obsessive nature lately. He had given him tips as usual, but he’d been quieter lately, and it unnerved Mob. So of course he was on his toes now—Verity’s silence was far worse than his thinly veiled “promises”.

And then Verity had decided to stay in the chest near his bed. On his own—hadn’t been placed there first and just stayed or forced. Verity had just gone in one day, stated from inside that he “needed time for a surprise”. As surface-level sweet as it sounded, Mob couldn’t help but be terrified of what the hell the little yellow orb was planning. So all he replied with was a small “okay”.

Following that, Verity didn’t come out of the chest. For three days.

For the first day, Mob contemplated going out, getting materials and such. But then he leaned over the chest and asked, considering how temperamental Verity was.

“Oh, yeah alright!” Verity chirped from inside. “Do you need any navigational advice?”

Mob blinked. Verity was just..alright with him leaving? “Uh…no, I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

“Of course! Sorry I can’t come with you. Have fun!”

Mob had hesitated, staring at the chest with a pounding heart. When he didn’t hear anything—no cracking of bones, no staticy song, he slowly left.

The second day, Verity talked less. His voice didn’t sound as cheerful either, and it immediately prompted Mob to ask— “You alright Verity?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Verity hummed, his smile still apparent in his voice despite it all. “I’m just tired.”

Mob’s eyebrows raised. “..You get tired?”

Verity gave a low chuckle. “Yeah, the thing I’m planning is taking a lot out of me.”

Mob couldn’t help but frown. He would have originally been worried for Verity, and he was, but now he was worried for himself. Last he saw Verity being secretive—it sent shivers down his spine to remember that night. 

It seemed Verity sensed that, or at the very least noticed how his words came off, because he quickly amended them.

“Don’t worry! It’s nothing too major! I’ll be out soon, and then I can go back to helping you!”

Mob nodded, glancing away. “Alright. Just, uh..let me know if you need anything.”

Verity giggled. Mob half expected the smiling face to peek out of the chest, like he always did, but it didn't. “Thanks Mob.”

Soon, another day passed. Mob had come back later than usual, and he was fully (not really) prepared to see that demented version of Verity to be perched on the stone wall. But it wasn’t, no horribly loud music played, and when he came inside the house was empty.

Mob felt that emptiness on his shoulders immediately—he’d grown used to hearing Verity’s bright voice, and yet it wasn’t anywhere to be found. He wasn’t sure whether he missed it or not.

He didn’t want to think the worst, but it had been long enough. So he gave a gentle knock to the top of the chest. “Hey, Verity?”

For a moment, Verity didn’t reply. Mob was tempted to knock again, but then his voice finally came through. “Heya Mob. What’s up?”

Mob’s hands clenched into fists. Verity sounded like a damn husk, like he had after changing that night.

“What’s going on in there Verity?” Mob wringed his hands.

Verity gave another soft laugh. Had his voice..changed? “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you!”

“Right..yeah..” Mob sighed. “You sure you don’t need anything?”

Silence fell. Mob’s shoulders tensed, the emptiness of the air making him regret his question. But instead of lashing out, Verity’s voice had grown sweet. “That’s nice of you Mob, but I’m all good here.”

The dichotomy sent Mob reeling, his mind blanking at just how normal Verity sounded—if his voice being muffled by a chest’s cover was disregarded.

“Okay,” Mob decided, “good night Verity.”

“Good night Mob,” he hummed in response. Regardless of how curious he was, if the smiley sucker didn’t want to come out, he wouldn’t. Mob wasn’t going to push it.

“Mob..hey Mob..~”

Mob’s eyes flicked open, and he sat up far too quickly to be normal. Worse, he hit his head on something.

Mob devolved into a fit of curses, holding his head and groaning as he flopped back into the bed. 

“Mob! I—I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He finally looked up, and realized exactly what he hit. Not a thing, a person. A person with Verity’s smiling ball face in the form of a helmet. It sat a bit askew now, only revealing a bit of the person’s neck and chin. It concealed any real face underneath it.

Mob was, to put it bluntly, speechless. He had only known the guy as a smiling yellow ball for fucks sake, so having a full on man sitting above him had his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Verity sat back, and Mob’s fingers clenched the bed underneath him. Verity was sitting on his hips now, and had been casually straddling him beforehand. Mob’s head spun with how absurd the situation was. 

Verity’s shoulders slumped, and he tilted his head down. His fingers began to drum on his knees. “..You like it, right?”

Mob’s gaze softened. Verity sounded so human asking that, genuinely anticipating his reply. He finally let his gaze drop, eyeing him as normally as a pinned down guy could.

Verity now had an actual body, for one, and was sitting above him like he either didn’t realize the implications of sitting atop him or just didn’t care. Mob couldn’t tell which it was. He decided to ignore the heat rising up his neck, and instead took in his outfit. It seemed from a completely different time frame, a tan vest with a pristine white dress shirt underneath. The hands that nervously pressed against his knees were gloved, so he wasn’t showing even an ounce of skin. There was a small chain escaping his shirt, slinking into his pocket, and Mob idly wondered what it was for.

All in all, Verity looked fine if Mob ignored how his heart had sped up.

“Uh, you look good,” Mob decidedly replied. Verity sat up straighter, his fingers pausing in their tapping.

“Really? You—you like it?” Verity stammered. “You’re sure? Because I can change it if you don’t—“

“Verity—“

“I wasn’t sure if this outfit was good enough, but I—I didn’t know what else to do and I thought—“

Mob furrowed his brows, then snapped. “Verity!”

Verity stiffened, even going so far as to jerk away. Mob hadn’t expected that sort of reaction, and tried to soften his voice. “You look good.”

Verity slowly tilted his head. Paired with the stagnant smile on his helmet, it made Mob’s heart speed up now in fear instead. Did Verity know just how terrifying he could be..?

“Well, thanks!” Verity finally replied, adjusting the helmet yet again. Anything human disappeared from Mob’s view. “I’m glad it’s satisfactory, Mob.”

“Yeah, yeah..uh, Verity?” Mob mumbled, shifting underneath him. 

Verity stiffened, and quickly scrambled off him. “Haha!! S—sorry!”

He cleared his throat, tugging at his gloves. “Sorry, I forgot I can’t just do that now!”

You weren’t supposed to do that anyways, Mob internally sighed, but he simply shook his head. He watched Verity settle himself atop the chest, his foot tapping up and down. Mob sat up, rubbing his neck and studying him. Verity had long legs too, or at the very least his dress pants made sure to make it seem so.

He was human. Or at least, presented so now. It almost made Mob forget the screeches he had emitted those nights ago.

“So!” Verity suddenly blurted out, “What are we gonna do today?”

Mob shifted on the bed. “I…actually dunno.”

“Huh?” Verity’s fingers fell to his knees, and his tapping resumed.

Verity’s already got a nervous tick? Mob thought to himself, his lips almost pulling into a smile.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, we could go to the caves but..” He waved a hesitant hand at him.

“Oh!” Verity shifted again, his head tilting into one of his shoulders. His helmet slipped a bit with the movement. “Don’t worry about me, I can still help.”

“Yeah?” Mob smirked. “You can’t fit in my pocket now though.”

Verity burst into giggles, and Mob’s thoughts hit a delay. Verity’s whole self—his gestures, his voice, even his laugh—it all carried what could only be described as humanity now. His voice had already held that, sure, but now paired with a humanoid body it just..

It felt right.

Maybe Verity had been right about changing his appearance, because Mob’s breaths felt deeper now that he sat in front of a human.

“Alright.“ Mob stood up, cracking his neck with a blatant grin. “Let’s see if you’re any good at mining.”

“It’s may be hard clicking with the others,” Valentina told you. “But I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I’m so excited. I’ve always admired the Avengers. What Tony Stark did to save the world was sad but…”

“Necessary.” Valentina finished the phrase.

So that’s when you, Y/N Y/L/N, made the official appearance in the new Avengers’ Tower.

“Hey,” a blond girl told you, moving toward you. “Must be Y/N.” She stretched her arm. “Yelena. Yelena Belova.”

“Nat’s sister… nice to meet you.”

Yelena proceeded to present the other members of the team. Once she finished, after Bob already declared himself as your best friend gaining a fake offence from Yelena, the elevator opened.

Bucky Barnes appeared.

Tactical gear still on, gun on his belt and a shiny arm. A tired look on his face and bags under his blue eyes.

“Sam’s and ass he took credit for it…” he said without anger, just mocking Sam. “Left him at his house after hearing him talking… who are you?” He asked you, stopping his monologue about Sam.

“Hi,” you immediately stretched your arm. “I’m Y/N… from Shield…” you said, retiring your hand once you understood he wasn’t going to shake it.

“Don’t need another member.”

“It’s not our choice Barnes,” John intervened. “And she seems amazing by the way.”

You nodded toward the tall man, silently thanking him.

Bucky grunted and without stepping outside of the elevator, he pushed the button to his floor and the door closed.

“Is he always like that?” You asked.

“Sometimes…” Ava replied.

“But he’s okay… I mean he’s with us…” Bob shyly said. “You’ll be under our wing, don’t worry.”

As the weeks passed, Bucky didn’t seem to move from his idea.

It was now almost a month since your arrival. The team quickly discovered why Valentina chose to add you to them. During a particularly thought mission, they found out your ability.

You moved like a shadow, anticipating every enemy’s moves. Swinging on the field, covering Yelena and then starting a fight just as Ava could disappear without being noticed.

As Yelena was standing in front of an agent, another one was getting ready to take her from behind. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed it and stretched your arm. A white light came out of your palm and it was like the world around you all stopped suddenly. A cone of ice erupted from the dry ground killing the agent behind Yelena, stabbing him. As the other agent lost track for a second, Yelena was able to shoot him in his chest. He felt down right in front of her. Faking unimpressive, Yelena simply nodded at you.

There was no time for explanation.

“God you’re amazing,” John told you, hitting an agent with his elbow. He was truly impressed by your ability, just as Ava.

“Thanks John… you’re-“

“Can we stop talking?” Bucky growled. His voice, deep and cold, interrupted you. It was like he didn’t see the massive ice cone coming out of the ground, or if he did see it, he was totally unbiased by the situation.

You look down for a second.

“Sorry man.” John said, before knocking out for the good the agent.

In and out, no witnesses left and mission accomplished.

On the jet, everyone asked you to explain.

Everyone but Bucky.

At the tower you all entered in the common room where Bob, still recovering from his transformation in Sentry, was waiting.

“Bob,” Yelena yelled happily. “You should have seen her.” She jumped on the couch, messing his hair. “She’s magic…I mean really magic…” Yelena had stars in her eyes, which was totally out of her character. “She’s magic practically save us.”

“She didn’t save us,” Bucky said. “We save ourselves.”

“Shut up, Barnes.” Ava told him. “If she hadn’t made that ice cone appear Yelena wouldn’t have killed that agent and we would have wasted time unnecessarily… she practically save us.” She hugged your side.

“Ice cone?” Bob asked astonished. “You made an ice cone from… AN ICE CONE?” Bob’s voice peaked up.

You explained to them how you got your powers.

“Yes, I have some powers,” you said, looking down.

Bucky, sat on a stool having a coffee, rising his head slightly. He was listening.

“I… was born like that and I was always been told my powers are white because it’s linked with who I am,” you began kneading your fingers. “I can control ice… as you all saw,”

“Hell yeah we saw it,” John happily announced.

“Yeah… and I can heal from injury or even worse if that’s the case… without being hurt myself.”

You noticed Bucky’s eyebrow rose a little.

“What else can you do?” Bob asked you interested.

“I can bring back someone’s life… never done it but I can…”

Everyone around you cheered and laughed at the revelation.

Bucky remained silent for a moment, drinking his black coffee. “No one is born like that.”

And with that, he finished his coffee and left the room.

A wave of sadness rose into your body. Your eyes lowered on the floor.

You didn’t know why Bucky treated you like that, since you were always so kind with him like you did with everyone else.

Like for example, a couple of days before when you made a fresh batch of coffee.

You were already awake as you suffered from insomnia. You took all the five cups out of the cabinet, since you already drank you coffee.

Yelena had a yellow one with the bees.

Ava chose a blue one with a unicorn.

Bob had a vintage one from a flee market.

John chose to keep his white one from his time in the military.

Bucky of course had a black one, no illustrations and nothing written on it. Black and simple, kinda like him.

Coffee and milk for Yelena and Ava, way more milk and cream for Bob and a black coffee with three sugars for John like you. At the end, a black and steaming cup for Bucky. No sugar and no milk.

Everyone arrived and picked up their cup. Bob even licked his lips as the warm milky foam remained on his mouth. “Better than the cafe around the corner.”

You smiled warmly.

Yelena, Ava and John did thank you even before picking their cups.

As Bucky entered the kitchen, the voices got lower. Black shirt and shorts, sneakers already on. “Morning,” he said to all.

You hoped it was to you too. “Morning Bucky. Made you the coffee…” you said pointing at his cup.

“Going for a run. Walker would you like to join?” He asked completely ignoring you, opening the fridge.

“Not today.” He said taking Bucky’s cup. “Perfect.” He smiled, after taking a sip.

As Bucky got out of the kitchen, John made a weird face. “How is he even like this thing?”

“Why did you drink it?” You asked him.

“Wasn’t let him ruin the day… but now I really need sugar.”

“Here,” you handed him his cup. “Made you already. It’s gonna be a little cold.”

“No problem.” He said, kissing your head.

As the days passed, you saw at John as a big brother and that care made you smile.

“Barnes is… tough.” Ava began. “He needs time.”

“Seems like he hates me,” you stood, emptying your cup. “I’m gonna go to the gym. Call me if you need.”

In the gym, thankfully alone, you punched the bag attached to the ceiling. Every fist controlled and powerful. You took some second in between session to regain your breath.

You moved onto the treadmill, setting the maximum pace.

Running always made you feel better.

You were so caught up with your pace, that you didn’t notice someone on the threshold of the entrance.

Bucky stood there, sweaty after his run. He always used the gym to decompress after his exercise. He looked at you, still holding his breath as you could hear it above the music you had in your ears. He looked again and left, forcing himself to break his routine.

The routine was everything to Bucky and even a simple difference made him feel bad. After being taken out of HYDRA, rescued and loved in a way by the Avengers and now the Thunderbolts, he thought about having his life settled.

Your arrival made everything different.

You were always so bright and kind and loving even toward him. You made lunch and dinner for everybody. You prepare a new batch of coffee at morning and now you were occupying the gym.

Bucky knew you didn’t do anything wrong but still, he didn’t want to be engaged with you. Someone could say he wasn’t interested in getting to know you because he knew deep down, or so that was what he was thinking, that you hid something. In his mind, no one could be this kind without the urge to make amend for something. He knew it pretty well. He decided to keep an eye on you, afar but still on you constantly.

During missions, you noticed how he was slightly nearer you. In the field, his eyes always seemed to be moving toward your figure.

Meal time was the time he would spend more time listening and watching you.

You were always happy and bright. Always ready to clean up the table and make a coffee ending the meal.

It happened sometimes, that he didn’t see you leaving the room. They were the days when you felt the more nostalgia. You missed your family, especially your father.

Your parents raised you in an happy and loving family. You grew up with a step brother slightly older than you, and a little sister who looked at you like you hung up the moon.

You remained linked to your family no matter what.

Your family retired in some little town in the mountains. They were happy for you, for this new adventure with the New Avengers. They always saw something special about you, not only because you were their daughter.

When you chose the Shield, they fully supported you and when you broke down the news of joining the former Thunderbolts team, your father almost cried.

“We always knew you had something in special despite the circumstances.”

You hugged them tightly, then your brother and sister, before leaving for New York.

It was now six month since your arrival, when Valentina entered the common room. “Barnes and Y/L/N,” Valentina spoke. “Come here.”

You were on the couch with the others, while Bucky was in the kitchen. Once you were all there, Valentina spoke again. “So,” she clapped her hands. “We need two agents for an undercover operation. Two months.”

Everyone looked at each other knowing already what she was going to say.

“Barnes and Y/L/N,” she said smiling. “Congratulation on your wedding. Leaving in three days. You’re gonna have all the details from Mel.”

“WHAT?” Bucky exclaimed. “Absolutely no. I’m out.” Bucky stood abruptly.

“Not so fast, soldier. You don’t have a choice.”

You remained frozen on the couch.

“Barnes,” Valentina moved toward Bucky. He towered over her, but she wasn’t scared at all. “I fear,” she rested his hand on his flesh arm. “That you’re in the idea of… how can I say? Oh yeah… making decisions.” She smiled softly. “We need two agents. They have to be married and happy and…”

“In love?” Mel suggested, already regretting once Bucky looked at her.

“Right… in love. Can you fake it?”

She opened her arms, waiting for an answer.

Bucky, cornered, nodded his head.

“Wonderful,” she looked at you. “And you sweet Y/N? Can you be in love with this guy for a couple of months?”

“I’ll try.” You looked down, not being able to look at Bucky’s face.

“Amazing,” she turned to Mel. “So, informed them. I’ll be in the office all day.”

Once she got out, Mel gave Bucky and Y/N two folder.

“You’re gonna be Andrew and Jane and you got married a couple of years ago. This,” she handed you another folder, toward both of you stretched your arm softly touching your fingers. “Is gonna be your apartment. It’s right above the night club you need to take down.”

“Wait,” Bucky exclaimed. “You want us to be undercover for two months to take down a night club? Am I a bodyguard now?”

“Mr. Barnes-“

“Bucky, please.”

“Bucky… this is not a standard night club. We… think there is some sort of despatch for some new drugs and…”

Mel stopped talking.

“And?” Bucky said, beginning to be impatient.

“We found out some trace of a serum in some pills…”

She didn’t need to specify what type of serum, Bucky already understood. You didn’t tell anyone about your past, about your powers. You only told them what you wanted. You realised it was a bold choice but you thought about the implications and you weren’t willing to let them misjudged you. As Mel left, you were still shocked about the new mission.

Two whole months pretending to love Bucky Barnes.

Truth to be told, you didn’t need to pretend.

You couldn’t get why you felt what you felt for him. He was rude and even slightly aggressive to you, but you knew what he could have passed during his past. Maybe in that tower you were the only one who could understand him completely.

Your father, a glorious member of the military, was kidnapped by HYDRA. The same HYDRA that used to imprisoned Bucky making him known as the Winter Soldier to the world.

They used to keep their scientifically experiments on going, trying to make every time a newer version of the serum. Making it stronger and more powerful.

Your father, unfortunately, was the perfect example of experiment for them. He was single at the time, not that it would have changed something for them, perfect shape and strong built. Bucky was already the Winter Soldier at the time, but they wanted to use more men to their purposes.

He still didn’t know how and what went wrong.

As the serum run into his veins, he didn’t show the usual effects. He wasn’t any faster or stronger or even angrier. This alone made them disappointed, as they failed the experiment. Once they found out their mistake or their negligence, they hit and punched all over your father in one of their cells.

Broken ankles, ribs incapable of hold up a man like him and a fragile mind due to the constantly experiment.

That’s how your soon to be mother, found him.

She was working in a hospital when, during a night storm, HYDRA abandoned your father. He was leaning on a concrete bench on the ground, bleeding and unable to move or stand. She took care of him, as her job demanded but as the time passed, she felt in love with him just as he did with her.

He told her everything about him once they began dating, knowing she was pretty young and willing to have a family. He explained how he would have been probably the worst husband, as he wasn’t able to gave her the family she wanted, but she didn’t hesitate. She loved that man and she already chose him as her lover.

Years passed, they got married and one day she came running with a stick in her hand. “I’m pregnant!”

He picked her up and hugged her so tight. “Oh god, the baby… I’m sorry…” he said, kneeling on the ground.

“Don’t worry my love,” she said, caressing his hair. “It’s too soon to worry.”

After nine months of nausea, a beautiful girl was born.

She had her features but his eyes. She was the most gorgeous baby in the world for them.

As she grew, around three months after being born, they began to notice some particular abilities.

Her hands were always cold, no matter what temperature was in the house. Once she was able to crawl on her own, your mom noticed how your little hands always left a trace of cold water behind you. It wasn’t just the water that made them worried, it was also how you quickly moved on the floor or the beautiful but quite intimidating look in your eyes.

One day, they had their confirmation.

Your mom was on the rung ladder, trying to take down a box. She misjudged the distance and misplaced her foot. She felt or that what’s she was thinking.

In that moment, your father was coming back from the grocery store. Hands full of bags and mouth wide opened. “My love-” He didn’t complete the sentence.

Your mom was floating in the air, the box ahead of her floating too.

On the ground, a little smiley baby clapping her hands.

Your mom regained the balance just as your father use his shoulder to let her sit, after letting the groceries falling down. They moved the box on the ground, crushing it noisily making you cry a little.

Feet on the floor, your mom run to you. “No, sweetie… don’t cry. It’s all good.” She tickled your stomach and you began to laugh again.

They looked at each other in the eyes, knowing this wasn’t a typical case of medical issues.

Luckily, your mom knew someone.

It was one of the older nurses, she escaped HYDRA too. She was also the one who listened to her, truly listened to her, when she told her the story of the gorgeous man bleeding on the bench in front of the hospital.

She took a look at you, while you were playing with your hand. “She’s perfectly fine but,” she took off her glasses.

“But?” Your dad asked her worried.

“She might have some special… ability… let’s say.”

“Are you implying my daughter is a super soldier?”

“Not necessarily,” she pondered how to broke the news. “The serum they used on you might have skipped your system but settled into her blood.”

Your father broke down crying. Your mom sat keeping you into her arms.

The journey back home wasn’t pleasant, but they kept the volume down to not let you get scarred.

“It’s not your fault,” your mom told him. “I already explained to you. It’s their fault, not yours.”

“Feels like it’s mine…” he said, keeping his hands on the steering wheel.

“Well, it’s not… so stop this.” She whispered smiling.

They made you live a perfectly normal life, without the pressure of the power in you. They noticed tho, how you were able to pick a dead flower on the ground and make it alive again.

In the summer, when the heat was impossible to avoid, they kept playing with your hand. It was either for some coldness but also to see how you would react to a constantly touch.

Once you turned 18, they explained all.

You took the news very well. It was in your character. Always kind and understanding. Your father kept asking you sorry, you hugged him tighter every time.

In about three days, you would be Bucky’s fake wife.

He spent the firsts two days in his room, isolating himself from the approaching mission. He had breakfast at four in the morning, lunch in the early afternoon and dinner late at night. He did all of that just to avoid you, and you noticed.

Of course you noticed.

You didn’t think about being Bucky’s best friend of course, but you didn’t mind spending time with him too. You couldn’t deny that seeing him the first time, made your heart racing. He was gorgeous and massive and his voice, the few times you clearly heard him, sounded like a melody. You tried, as the days passed to get to know him.

Handing him the coffee in the morning was the first step but he didn’t accept it. Making a meal for everyone didn’t do the job either.

You respected his silence, even tho you two would have to have a conversation sooner or later about the mission. You spent three time reading alone the folders Mel gave you. You read about the apparently ceremony on a beach in Greece you two had. You could almost picture it.

Your white and soft dress, moved by the light see breeze. Bucky with a dark blue suit, no tie and a couple of buttons opened. Smiles and laughs and a lot of friends cheering for you.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.

“Coming,” you said in the air, thinking it was Bob or Yelena. “Miss me so much-”

Bucky was behind that door, waiting in the corridor like a statue. “Let’s get this done,”

You moved and let him inside.

He noticed the folder opened on the bed, just as you noticed his folder crushed by his hand. “So tomorrow we prepare the essentials,” he said sitting on the edge of the desk, which creaked under his weight. “Valentina provides for everything. It’s gonna be all already in the apartment.” He said that methodically and practically.

“Shouldn’t we talked about… us?” He perked his eyebrow. “Well not us but… yeah us.”

“There’s no us, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you coughed a little. “The us for those two months.”

“Again, there’s no us. We need to be a little affectionate for the people outside. Once we’re alone, we’re strangers again.”

Strangers.

So that’s why you were for him. Someone came in his little world disrupting it.

“Gotcha… strangers.” You said, keeping your smiling on your face.

He left your room after a few more indications.

Door closed, your eyes began to sting.

The third day, Bucky kept himself again isolated in his room.

You packed your essentials, some make up and jewellery and removed your father’s necklace. You kept it hidden above your shirt, no one saw it. Around eight in the evening, the jet was ready to leave.

Bucky shook John’s hand, quickly and politely and wave to Bob, Ava and Yelena.

You, always you, hugged each of them with a bright smile on your face.

“Don’t let him ruin the mission,” Yelena whispered.

You heard about super soldiers and their earring, your father had super hearing, so you knew Bucky heard it.

You didn’t know if you heard him huffing or it was a sick joke of your mind.

Valentina waited for you. She glanced at Bucky, smiling at him. You saw his corner lightly rising as the gentleman he was.

She moved in front of you. “Your first undercover mission for us. It’s gonna be amazing I’m sure of it.” She caressed your arms. “I put the dress for a party in the closet. It’s a fancy one so be impeccable.”

“Why the boss of a night club should have a fancy party?” Bucky asked.

“Because Barnes,” Valentina moved closed to him. “He needs funds and black tie’s party are the most effective way to do it.”

You both got on the jet as the door closed. Sitting in front of each other, the mission began.

“They’re gonna be together you know?” Valentina said.

“Twenty bucks Barnes’s gonna be the first crumbling.” Yelena proposed.

They all laughed and agreed before entering the tower.

On the jet, the silence made it clear that you were not going to be able to hear anything other that the engines. You glanced at him once, keep reading the folder. Bucky loaded and unloaded his gun at least three times. He glanced at you too.

“So Andrew?” You asked Bucky, reading the folder.

“Yes, Jane.” He replied without looking at you.

Could that be the first sign of truce? Maybe.

Bucky spent the flight sleeping, or at least faking the sleep. He had his mind full, his brain working non stop and it was all your fault.

He spent the two days in his room looking at the files.

“Maybe they burn if I stared at them for too long.” He told to himself aloud in his room.

Bucky didn’t want to have your face in his mind constantly.

Your hair to soft, your smile too bright, your eyes to shiny and your voice like a melody. When he saw you the first time, his heart was beating so fast he couldn’t even breathe correctly.

An angel in the tower, that’s what he thought about you.

He put up with his hard facade, since he knew he couldn’t believe or trust you right after seeing you the first time.

Truth to be told, Bucky would have immediately put his life into your hands.

Reading the file, he began thinking about how your life with him could be.

It was a fake one, but it was something.

The idea of being able to kiss you or hug you or even hold your hand was the thing that kept him awake during the evening. Deciding to avoid you? Not his best idea, but it was the only way to get you far from him even tho it seemed you didn’t like to get far from him.

Bucky was mesmerised by you, he truly was but he also had to protect himself after years of being treated like a nobody.

Usually, HYDRA taught it to him, overly kind and gentle people had to make amends for something so brutal and awful did in the past.

Bucky knew how this was.

HYDRA made him a weapon, the most lethal and terrible one. People were scared of him and he had to make a gigantic amend to made people believe him.

He was still the same tough and slightly rude old man, but inside he was even the same old boy who helped Steve when bullies kicked him in the alleys. Y/N was definitely too kind, but it wasn’t the first time someone like you, a literal angel, was in reality someone so bad and awful. He already seen the scenario and he didn’t like it.

Back when he was fighting the Flag Smashers with Sam and John Walkers, the little and cute Karlie made his all world crumbled.

In his mind, you could be the same and he couldn’t risk it all for some feelings even to he began to realise there was no escape from the feelings.

The rational part of him made him thinking.

If she was so bad, why Valentina hired her as a new member of the team?

Shouldn’t be in the raft like criminals or worse, former HYDRA agent?

Seeing you as a potential threat like being a sleepy HYDRA agent made his blood boil, and even tho he was still very much attracted to you, spiritually and physically, he decided to kept the facade on and have a little digging in your past.

Family? Normal.

Education? A normal and “boring” school somewhere in the countryside.

Former experience? Training with Shield after discovering the powers you had.

Current occupation? New member of the New Avengers and probably crush of John Walker.

He grunted and growled at the last point.

He kept looking at you, he told himself for the digging he had to do, but it was just and excuse. The upcoming mission made him tremble on his legs. He cleared the case fast enough with Valentina and Mel and run to his room. Once he was inside, he threw himself on the bed face against the pillow.

He suffocated a grunt and push the pillow more against his face.

“Why me?” He mumbled in the soft pillow. “Why?”

He began thinking, really thinking, at the implications.

He would have to hold your hand, easy job.

He would have to hug you, slightly out of his comfort zone but manageable.

He would have to kiss you, this made the mission tougher than any mission implying HYDRA ever did.

As the jet landed, Bucky let you out first. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

First sign of his surrender.

A car waited for you, keys above the tire.

He helped with the small luggage and put it with his in the back.

On the jet before landing, you both changed. You picked a light blue sundress with white sneakers. Your hair down, free from anything. They moved along the light breeze and Bucky’s super smell caught every particle of scent. He opted for a pair of black trouser and a white shirt, casual and comfy. The t-shirt was too white, your dress too light. He stuttered a little when he saw you, just as you did looking at his chest in that t-shirt.

Absentmindedly, he opened the door for you.

“Thanks,”

He nodded and quickly circled the car jumping on. Keys in the ignition and the car moved.

The dress slid up a little, your legs now slightly more visible.

He gripped the steering wheel with his metal hand, while the other one, kept its grip on the gear. He was very tempted by grazing your skin, already tanned.

“When we’re there,” Bucky began talking. “We…uh… should begin the process… I mean the marriage…”

“Uh- sure,” you replied. “What’s your idea?”

“Don’t know…” Bucky gripped the steering wheel harder. “I can opened the door for you and maybe put my arm on your shoulders…”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He spent weeks avoiding you and now he was willing to do all of that. You were aware of why he needed to do that, but as the skilled agent he was he could have found another way.

“Fine by me.” You smiled at him and you saw how his lips slightly raised.

The rest of the journey was used to make a tactical plan. You found out you were able to talk and you decided about what you could and couldn’t do.

Arms around the shoulders? Fine.

Hugging the side? Also fine.

Kisses? Not necessarily if not the least of your resources.

He entered the street, in a very beautiful district with lots and lots of condos there.

Valentina thought that getting an apartment would have been way more easier than a solo house.

“Less welcoming from neighbours,” she said. “And the nightclub is right ahead of you in one of the most popular and crowded streets.”

Once Bucky parked the car in one of the street spot, he jumped off and circled the car. He picked the luggage in the back and walked toward your door. He opened it, still having all the bag in his covered metal arm, and let you jumped off too.

As he said in the car, he circled your shoulders.

Ahead of the condo, where the lodge was, a couple of man were waiting for you. Valentina called some Shield’s agents to help you with moving, just for making the thing more real.

“Andrew?” One of the man called. “And you must be Jane, right?”

The man, fully aware of you too, glanced at you a little too much. Bucky’s hand lightly pressed more on you.

“Yeah, we talked on the phone.” Bucky replied, arm still on you.

“Miss Mel gave us the keys and we put the boxes already in the apartment. Here’s the key,” he stretched the arm in front of you.

“Thanks,” Bucky grabbed them, losing the contact with your body. “I’ll have them.”

Once the concierge man got out and saluted you, Bucky grabbed the luggage he rested for a second on the ground before you could take them.

“Let me, Jane.”

You nodded smiling, while grabbing his biceps. “Always a gentleman,” you kissed his clothed arm.

The metal one.

“I’m sure he is,” the concierge man told you. “Hey, are you not hot with that cover?” He said pointing at the covered arm.

Bucky that day opted for a white T-shirt, but he put an additional sleeve and glove just on the left arm.

“Uh,” Bucky said smiling. “A little, but gotta do what I have to do… lost it serving the country…”

The man nodded proudly.

Valentina chose your cover precisely and that included Bucky being in the military due to his built.

“Big guy I can let you walk out there without not putting in the army.”

Bucky nodded but you noticed how he had a slightly sad look.

You cover was way more easier. Jane was an author and needs to spent time home writing her first novel.

After talking a little with the concierge, and a couple of your new neighbours, you and Bucky got in the elevator and pressed the button of your floor. Valentina chose the attic.

“Maximum security and comfort,” she told you while she explained the mission. “And you won’t have anyone above you.”

Bucky’s arm was still on your shoulders. He noticed when you were already at your floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” And again, you grabbed his biceps.

Inside, the apartment was gorgeous.

Entering in the large, maybe too large, living room you could accessed to the kitchen on the left and the terrace right in front of you. Getting out, Bucky glanced down. “Here’s the club.”

“Crowed even during the day.” You added.

You got back inside and looked for the bedrooms.

Entering the corridor, you saw two identical bathroom and two others doors. You grabbed a knob, while Bucky grabbed the other one.

Two bedrooms, same style.

You nodded at each other and entered closing behind both doors. You both lost track of the time.

You felt asleep and a knock on the door woke you up. You heard talking behind the door and opened it.

“Yeah we’re here. We must have felt asleep,” Bucky said, phone against his ear. “Valentina.” He silently mouthed you.

“Hi Val,” you said, scratching your eyes yawning.

“She asked if you’re okay,” Bucky reported you.

You raised your thumb entering the bathroom.

Bucky smiled at your back.

You splashed some fresh water on your face, while he was still talking. You got out of the bathroom with the dress still on, so while you heard Bucky saluting Valentina you got back in the room to change. You got out some minutes later, after checking the clothes she chose for you. You picked some short and a blouse.

“What something to eat?” You asked Bucky with your usual smile.

“Yeah, I can order something.”

You opening the fridge still and looked inside, bending down a little.

Bucky stood from the couch and stopped walking.

That’s gonna be tough, he thought.

“Uh… she packed already the fridge I see…” he noticed.

“And the pantry,” you said, opening some cabinets. “Fancy some pasta?” You said already picking a pack of spaghetti.

“Pasta’s fine.”

You picked pans and pots and started to cook, while he got the table ready. You moved already like a couple.

Once it was ready, you sat in front of each other.

“What’s the plan for today, Andrew?”

“Practising already?”

“Well,” you said picking a big fork of pasta. “Gotta know what’s my husband wants.”

He looked at his finger. The ring sat there, calm and steady.

You looked down at your hand too and played with it.

“You chose a good one,” you teased him.

“Gotta know what’s my wife wants.” He smiled softly.

In that moment you thought that you could do anything.

During the afternoon, you decided to take a look at the district. You walked onto the Main Street, where the club was. Your shoulders kept bumping into each other. At the crosswalk, he let you stay in front of him slightly and put his hand onto your lower back.

You pushed yourself behind, resting yourself a little on his body. You decided to have a coffee in a cafe near the club.

“We should take a look at the bodyguard’s past. Looks he has some past,” Bucky said sipping his coffee.

“We’ll do it tonight after-”

“WHAT A LOVELY COUPLE! PLEASE LET ME TAKE A PICTURE!” A man yelled happily.

You looked at him and smiled. “Oh Andrew look,” you said pointing at his Polaroid. “Can we take one please?”

“Sure,” Bucky replied smiling.

It was the first real smile you saw on his face.

The man told you to get closer. You did and your cheek crushed on his.

As he took the picture, you stayed there for a couple of seconds more. He gave it to Bucky and he gave him some money.

“Thank you! Thank you! Really nice couple.”

“Thanks.” You both replied.

At the sun sat down, you got back to the apartment.

Bucky talked and you found out he liked talking a lot.

You began a routine.

At breakfast you always prepared the coffee and this time, Bucky always picked the cup from your hands.

At lunch he cooked, failing sometimes, but you ate no matter what.

Dinner time was the funniest moment, whoever lost the game of searching different things or people made the dinner.

You sat on the terrace, binoculars in your hands for the recognition of the club, trying to beat a super soldier.

“There. On the bench. A guy with a red shirt.”

You huffed.

“Oh… on the balcony. Second floor. A dog sleeping.”

“Buckyyy... c’mon.”

“What? You can’t beat me.” He snorted. “There, on the first floor. Someone dancing.”

You raised your arm, waving an imaginary white flag.

Useless to say, you made dinner every night.

The first week goes pretty well. Bucky finally opened up and smiled even more.

He talked about his past, which of course you knew already. “It wasn’t simple getting into the game again. My skills were used to the wrong purposes and… it took me a lot.”

You rested your hand on his. “But you were stronger. Everyone knew you were the victim, Bucky. Don’t let stupid people thing something else of you.”

“And you?” He asked after some minutes of silence. “What’s your story?”

“You know my story. I know you looked at it.”

“Maybe but I want to hear it from you.”

You told him everything but the HYDRA part about your father. He would have known, but it wasn’t the right time.

“So you’re a genetic miracle?” He said softly but quiet not fully convincing.

“You can say that.” You involuntarily touched your neck.

“Left the necklace at home?”

“How do you know about it?”

I can’t stop staring at you, Bucky thought.

“I’m a pretty good observer.”

“It’s a gift from someone very important.”

“A lover?” He shyly asked.

“Much more like a dad,” you laughed.

You couldn’t tell if it was real but his all body relaxed.

Two weeks in, you collected a lot of information about the club and the owner.

You tracked how the same guy made back and forth with a big bag every two days.

The owner, a man with dark hair always wearing black clothes, made long phone calls on the threshold of his club every morning.

“Right in front of everyone,” Bucky noticed.

“So he seems like a normal guy.” You added.

At the beginning of the third week, you decided it was time to get into the club. You picked a short green dress. No sleeves or collar. Bucky opted for a black shirt, two buttons opened, and tight jeans. You reached the elevator and then he kissed your naked shoulder.

“Cameras,” he told you whispering.

It was a mere excuse, and Bucky took advantage of that.

“Right.” You said peaking his cheek.

You entered the elevator hand in hand. You stepped out of the building and crossed the street.

“Andrew and Jane.” Bucky told the bodyguard, circling your waist.

He let you enter.

The hostess inside took a glance of Bucky and you felt a wave of jealousy rising inside you. You sat at a table and admire the interior.

“Didn’t think it was like that…” you said, sitting.

Bucky too took a glance around him. “Thought it was a stripper club…”

You ordered a couple of drinks, a martini for yourself and a whiskey for Bucky.

He sipped it slowly, letting his mouth curling around the edge of the glass. You played with the glass and then took a sip too.

A drop felt from your mouth and Bucky quickly cleaned it.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “We should take a look around.”

“Fancy a dance wifey?”

“With absolute pleasure, hubby.”

He stood and stretched his arm, you took it and stood too. He guided you on the dance floor where tons of people were moving and dancing. You turned, giving him a look of your back. He pulled you toward him, crushing on his chest. You swayed your hips following the music. He grabbed your hips, letting you guide him.

You turned your head a little, talking at his ear. “We should dance toward that door,” you turned into his arms. “Seems like it’s protecting something important.”

He nodded.

You began to slide on the floor, trying following the music.

Once you where near the door, he tried to grab the knob. The doors was of course locked.

“Can try to open it,” he said. “Need some time tho.”

As he took out the lock’s pick, someone was heard talking in the background.

Bucky stood abruptly and pushed you against the wall. He grabbed your hips and pushed himself more on you.

He angled his face and kissed you.

It wasn’t romantic.

It wasn’t prepared.

It was just the heat of moment after being almost blown out. You respond to the kiss immediately. Circling his neck, you pressed even more on him. Your fingers tangled in his locks. His leg in the middle of your, caging you. You lifted you leg, he gripped it under your tight. You both moaned in the kiss not noticing the two men arriving.

“Guys you can’t-”

You kept kissing a couple second more.

Too many.

“Oh sorry guys,” the man said quiet embarrassed. “Sorry but you can’t stay here.”

You were frozen.

“Uh… yeah… sorry,” Bucky said, hands trying to tied up his hair. “We were… uh… sorry we got caught up in the moment…”

“Hey,” the man touched Bucky’s shoulder, thankfully the flesh one. “It’s no problem but you need to… you know…”

“Oh yes… sorry again.” Bucky mumbled.

You simply nodded, cheeks red.

Bucky engulfed in a side hug, worsening the situation.

Once you were both outside, you finally relaxed a little.

You crossed the street in silence but holding hands. A shy nod to the night concierge and then into the elevator. You rested your head against his shoulder as you knew he was looking at you. Bucky let you pass once the door opened and pressed the button.

Entering the apartment, he rested the back against the closed door. You bent down over the backrest of the couch. No one talked but suddenly, you both began to laugh.

Bucky sat on the floor, sliding his back on the door. You knelt behind the couch, forehead resting on it. You looked at him and he looked at you.

After a couple of minutes, gaining your breath again from the laugh, he stood and you mimicked him. He gave you his hand and you shook it snorting.

“Well that was fun.” You said.

“Yeah… it was.”

His fingers lingered a seconds more around yours. Just as his lips did with yours. You both entered in your own room, then getting out right after with your pj on.

Smiling, you both entered in the bathroom.

Bucky undressed himself quickly and jumped in the shower. His body naturally reacted to the kiss and he hoped you wouldn’t find it weird.

The icy cold water streamed on his body, calming his nerves. He involuntarily passed his hand on the nape of his neck, where you did grab a lock of his hair.

In the other bathroom, you sat in the closed toilet. Knees up and head against them. A tear escaped your eyes. All of this, was fake. He wasn’t your husband, you thought looking at the ring you never took off. You still felt the pressure of his hand on your leg. The hunger of his lips. His soft hair in your fingers.

You stood and undressed. An icy cold shower would have resolved everything, at least you hoped.

Getting out of the bathroom, in the same moment as you practiced it all, was a little weird.

“Good night, Bucky.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You spent the night staring at the ceiling

Doors closed, the world kept shouting outside.

Bucky laid on his bed with his hands crossed on his chest. The memory of your taste still on his lips. Your warm body missing against his.

On the other side, you laid stomach down. Your face crushed into the pillow and not on his chest. Kissing Bucky made your legs buckle and when you touched his pecs, you felt his heartbeat. You did feel other part of his body and hoped he didn’t feel your nipples getting hard, but you knew he definitely did feel those.

You tried to not being conditioned by the kiss the next morning when you woke up.

You barely slept, Bucky didn’t even try. You heard the coffee machine in the kitchen and looked at the time. The clock on your wall ticked six in the morning. You huffed and sat on the bed, taking a deep breath you stood and opened the door. You walked slowly toward the living room and then the kitchen.

“Oh sorry,” Bucky said, mug in his hands. “Didn’t wanna bother you. Want some?” He asked pointing at the coffee.

“Yeah, thank you.”

You sat on a stool, not used to see him making the breakfast.

“Black with-”

“Black with three sugar,” Bucky exclaimed. “Like Walker.”

“How?”

“Told you I’m a good observer.”

You drank in silence your coffee but suddenly you decided to break it.

“Bucky we need to talk.”

“Listen Y/N,” he began. “I made it just for the mission… but I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…”

“Bucky,” you sat better. “I’m not uncomfortable but… you avoided me at first and now you kissed me… I know it was for the mission but… we could have… I don’t know… had a fight…”

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

You were both so good at your job that you found a routine to use between the two of you.

The mission went pretty well, days passed and you guys integrated well enough with the people in the district.

The bakery knew how Jane loved a cinnamon roll while writing her novel. You tried to write something on your computer, to make the world knew you were in fact a real author. Valentina prepared some old articles and rearranged, letting you being able to consulted them in public. At the outside’s eyes, you were digging and looking for information for your novel.

The barista knew Andrew came in the cafe asking for a coffee in the afternoon. He went every afternoon, at the stroke of five o clock. He got out of the office and on his way home, he picked up a cup of coffee and something for his wife.

“Lucky woman, Jane,” the barista said.

“I’m the lucky one.” Bucky always replied.

The kiss came up in your mind every night, but the still two weeks remaining didn’t allow you to distract.

You and Bucky made a very detailed report to Valentina every two or three days.

Two weeks left now, the party was the last big piece of the puzzle.

In the previous days, after the kiss, you used the excuse to hang out just to enter more in the club. You noticed the same guy with the same bag and people coming back and forth. Those people, seems every time a little bit bigger. You saw them leaner and with more muscles. A shiver run down your spine. HYDRA really did use those club to spread the pills with the serum.

Bucky used to run every morning, particularly when the garbage man took his sweet time every morning with their trash. Feigning a cramp, he stretched his legs on a bench right outside the club. Bucky wore a pair of glasses with a camera in the rod. Once he came back, he gave the glasses to you and you downloaded every time the images.

As you sat with the computer in front of you, Bucky drank from a bottle of water. He always did after his run and you began to think it was a mere way of teasing.

You felt in a trap but you didn’t let him win all the time.

As you preferred running in the evening in the park, you came back sweaty and hard breathing, you stretched in the living room. Bucky was always on the couch reading some notes and looking at the pics he took during the day. You always stretched your arms in the air, letting your t-shirt rise a little. Bucky always changed the way he was sitting and licked his lips every time you turned.

It was the night of the party that changed everything.

Valentina didn’t arrange the invitation by a mere case of fortune. She knew that the climbs owner every year invited the people on the district to his annual party.

“It’s easy and effective. They saw him as a philanthropist and of course having the club in an exclusive position made him seems legitimate.” Valentina explained on the phone speaker some days before the event.

“Did you guys let him see you?”

“Barely,” Bucky replied.

“He’s never in the club. We don’t know him.”

“Did you saw him?”

“Once,” you said.

“That’s enough,” Valentina replied. “Y/N?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“I think you should flirt with him a little bit,” Valentina suggested.

“Did you remember she’s married to me?” Bucky asked, raising his voice.

“Did you remember it’s an undercover mission, Barnes?” Valentina asked Bucky. “And a lot of wife married with other man every day…” she left the phrase hanging in the air.

Yeah but no husband looks like Bucky, you thought.

“How should I do it?” You asked.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. You put your hand on his. “Should I let him buy me a drink?”

“Use your weapon darling.”

“Alright,” you declared. “I’ll see once I’ll be there.”

Bucky stopped the call. His voice dropping down in a second.

“Let’s get ready.” He said, standing and running to the bedroom.

“Buck-”

He already closed the door.

You got back to your room and your phone rang, your personal one. Looking at the screen you saw your father’s number blinking.

“Hey,” you tried to feign happiness.

“You’re a terrible liar,” your dad replied back. “What’s going on?” He asked you serious.

You explained him all.

About how Bucky still didn’t know how you got your powers. About how your dad in HYDRA wasn’t an easy thing to say to Bucky. How Valentina suggested you to flirt with the club’s owner and Bucky had that weird reaction.

Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

He was in your head.

In your heart.

On your lips.

“Woah,” you dad exclaimed. “Too much information honey.” He replied as you were talking about the kiss you and Bucky shared.

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“Honey,” his tone sweet like sugar. “If you think Bucky’s the one… you should be talking to him.”

“I don’t know how Bucky would react knowing that-”

“React to what?” Bucky exclaimed.

You forgot to lock the door and he had super hearing.

Terrible combo.

“I gotta go. Talk to you later,” you stopped the call. “Bucky is not what you think…”

“Explained it to me then.” He almost ordered.

“I-I can’t…”

“I knew it. Your hiding something,” he looked at you with hate. “Let’s finished this mission and then you’re gonna leave the Avengers once and for all.”

“Bucky no-”

But he was already out of your room.

You knelt on the floor crying.

After an hour, where you didn’t even hear him at all, he opened the door to your room. You sat on the bed, tying the lace on your shoes.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. The sweet tone he had, completely gone.

“Ready.”

It wasn’t simple feigning love when the other person almost didn’t look at you. Bucky was a great spy but a terrible liar and he couldn’t handle not being affectionate to you. He still had his hand on your waist. His lips lingered on the delicate skin on your shoulder. He kissed the top of your head standing in the queue in front of the club.

For the occasion, the club was completely transformed. Red drapes and black rug on the floor.

“HYDRA’s colours,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

Once it was your turn, the bodyguard recognised you and let you in.

If the outside of the club was the same, the inside was totally reorganised. The red drapes on the outside seemed lighter on the inside. The table were all covered in black tablecloths and red roses stood in the middle in tall and glassy vases.

You dress had a long and deep slit, sitting down your tight was visible.

Bucky did take a look at your leg.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome. Every night, people walk through these doors looking for something. It may be freedom or purpose or even a chance to leave the world outside behind,” the man began speaking.

The man was the owner.

The real mind behind everything.

The man creating a new squad of super soldier using people’s weakness.

“I believe we’re all capable of becoming more than we think, if we’re willing to let go of our limits and embrace change. So tonight, forget who you were when you arrived. Dance, celebrate, and enjoy every moment. By the time you leave, you might discover you’re stronger than you ever imagined. To new beginnings.”

Everyone around you cheered and applauded.

“Welcome to the Cepire.”

Cepire.

Your mind worked relentlessly.

“Bucky,” you shook his arm. He barely turned his head. “Bucky,” you called him again whispering.

“What?” He replied. His tone showing no affection.

“Bucky… Cepire is the anagram of Pierce,” he finally looked at you in the eyes.

“What?”

You moved closer, linking your arm around his neck. Your mouth and warm breath against his ear. “I think this is Pierce’s son.”

“How do you know Pierce?” He asked you angry. “Y/N? How did you?” Anger flashing across his face.

“Please,” you kissed him. A quick peck on his lips. He remained frozen. “Trust me and proceed with the mission. Let’s have a fight and I’m gonna try to find something.”

He stood. “Oh yeah it’s convenient for you. Why don’t said anything before?”

You mentally thanked him.

“Am I not free enough to make decisions?” You stood abruptly too. “You know what? I’m going now.”

People around you looked at you.

“Sorry.” You told them.

Bucky made his way toward the bar. You moved to the other side, where a long table full of flutes of champagne stood there.

“What a stunning woman like you is doing all alone here?”

The owner moved toward you. His voice deep and weirdly soft.

“Regretting my marriage… oh stupid champagne,” you said, glancing at him. “It made my tongue run a little too fast.”

“Am I sensing some trouble in paradise?”

Well, let’s see.

He made his personal mission hating on you since day one. You couldn’t be honest with him even if you would literally put your life into his hands. He then made a teeny tiny step ahead with you. And lastly he kissed you like his life depended on that to “not blow up the cover”.

You could have said that, but instead you skated over. “Nothing like that,” you rested your hand on his forearm. “But sometimes… marriage is tough.”

You said, emptying the glass of champagne.

He snapped his fingers, and second later a waiter appeared with another flute of champagne.

You took it from his hand, letting your fingers grazed his. You didn’t see Bucky, but it was like feeling his presence on you.

The man, you were now sure was Pierce’s son, kept talking and leaning towards you. He moved closer, whispering something at your ear. “You shouldn’t let a man conditioning your life…” he said, looking at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Maybe you’re right-”

Your head felt heavy. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the counter.

He snacked his arm around you, cradling your head on his shoulder. “There you are… Y/N.”

But you were already passed out on his shoulder.

Bucky went out, not seeing the scene. He took his phone out of his pocket and called Valentina.

She answered immediately. “Any news?” She asked worried.

“Y/N thinks the owner may be Pierce’s son.” He didn’t asked. The told her.

Valentina didn’t reply immediately.

“Is he?” He asked now as confirmation.

“We had some doubts about that but… if she thinks that it may be true.”

“You put us on a mission with Pierce’s son? Are you of your mind? You should have told us at least.” He whispered shouted.

“Barnes,” she tried to talk. “We couldn’t say it for sure. We need confirmation first.”

“Well now you have it and…” Bucky stooped.

“And what? Barnes?”

“She’s flirting with him… like you suggested it… gotta go. Talk to you later.”

He didn’t wait for her reply.

Entering again the club, Bucky didn’t see you. Panic began to rise inside his body and a wave of fear invaded his mind. “Y/N where are you?” He asked himself.

In the back of the club, you woke up on a chair. No chain or rope. Just sat there.

A man, overly tall and muscular, stood in front of the door.

There were no windows and just a bulb of light hanging on the ceiling.

The door opened.

The owner, better saying Pierce’s son, entered the room and ordered the man to leave you alone.

You gulped.

“Well, well, well,” he began. “Y/N Y/L/N. How’s daddy?”

“Don’t know,” you replied, now weirdly calm. “How’s your daddy?”

He touched his chest, right above his heart, wounded. “Valentina didn’t teach you manners I see…”

Your hands began to shake. Tiny flakes of white sparks rose on your palms, but they didn’t strike up.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” he said, stretching his shirt sleeves. “This room have an electric magnetic field around it. Your powers are… useless inside here.”

“They will come to find me.”

“Oh we counted on it. Especially your husband… Andrew right?” His smile darkened. “Never thought of the Winter Soldier as… Andrew.”

Every time he pronounced Bucky’s fake name, a shiver run down your spine.

“You got me for a second,” he seemed like he was complementing you. “But I’ve never forget my dad’s best experiment… and you,” he circled the chair. “You have your dad’s eyes. Same expression of someone wanting to do the good thing. He was weak.”

“My father was a victim but he was never weak.”

“He was.” And then he smacked your head making you falling from the chair.

Pain rose inside your head, you felt the warm blood streaming on your forehead but also noises from outside.

You smiled weakly. “He’s coming for you.”

“Again, I hope that.”

He moved like a shadow and got out the room, leaving you alone on the floor. You tried to stand slowly. Your head banging and your arm hurting as you felt on that. You heard punches, shooting and yelling.

When the door opened, you fear for your life but a shiny hand helped you to stand properly.

Bucky.

“Y/N,” he was panicking. “My god what did he do?”

“Hit my head… Bucky everything is spinning…”

“Rest on me, sweetie.”

Holding you up, he got the both of you out. You saw the man that was in the room with you, laying on the floor. A bullet in his forehead.

“Not so fast, soldat.” Pierce’s son told in the dark corridor.

Not seeing him, you began to run. Bucky held your body with his metal arm, while the other held a gun. You arrived on the dance floor, empty. No one was there anymore.

As there was no other people in there, or that’s what you both thought, he pushed you under a table moving his attention to Pierce’s son.

He was fast, so damn fast.

Bucky blinked when he shoved him on the ground. No one could tackled down Bucky, but he did it.

You felt the power rising in you, and you tried to stand. In that moment a couple of men, incredibly strong and big, arrived. You stretched your arms ahead of you, pointing at them. White streaks came out of your palms. You felt the power rising in your body and seeing Bucky on the ground, fighting for his life, gave you a purpose.

The two men were strong but you power was stronger. In a second they were on the ground, frozen to death.

Pierce’s son looked at you for a second, while Bucky was still on the ground. “Oh,” he muttered. “We bet on the wrong horse.”

He moved toward you, gun in his belt. As he took it, Bucky swung his legs making his losing the balance.

He regained it quickly and pointed the gun at Bucky’s chest. “I wouldn’t,” he smiled. “Don’t want your boyfriend to suffer, right?”

In a rush of adrenaline, you made the chandelier shaking. Seeing a white aura around you, Pierce’s son looked up at the chandelier. In that moment, you stroke at him. Falling down, he pressed the trigger of the gun and a bullet landed in Bucky’s side.

“BUCKY!” You yelled full of anger.

Pierce’s son laid down on the ground dead. You slid toward Bucky, crawling on the floor.

You rest your palms on his side and cried.

“Please... Bucky stay with me. Please don’t leave me.”

You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating. Your hands began to glow, feeling the powers flooding from your body to his.

It happened all fast around you, but you were concerned only about Bucky and saving his life.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you flinched lifting your right hand in the air while the left one remained on Bucky.

“Whoa,” John lifted his arms. “It’s me. What happened?”

The rest of the team and Valentina entered.

“I don’t know… I really don’t… I killed him,” you said, pointing your head toward Pierce’s body. “But he pulled the trigger… an-and it reached Bucky’s side…”

Under your palms, Bucky began breathing normally again.

You laid on the ground tired. Your healing power didn’t affect you but with the blood still coming out of your head, it was another situation.

The paramedics took over. “Ma’am,” one of them said to you. “You did it amazing but let us work now.”

His tone was sweet so he let him.

On the ambulance, after sticked the pads on Bucky from the machine, you took his hand. He removed the oxygen mask, letting it slide on his face.

“No Bucky,” you grabbed the mask. “You need this.”

“Oh god,” he panted. “Am I dead?”

You panicked. “God, no. Bucky you’ll live… you’re gonna be okay.”

“If you say so angel. You’re so beautiful… but not as beautiful as Y/N,”

A breath got stuck in your throat.

“She’s beautiful and I was mean to her… she’s always so nice and kind and gentle… I don’t deserve her… when I kissed her my heart was beating like crazy...”

John behind you in the ambulance, while the other remained in the club, snorted. “Knew it…” he whispered.

“Shut up.”

“Angel?”

“Yes, Bucky?” You said sweetly.

“Would you said it to her?”

“Saying what?”

“That I love her… I’m so sorry for treating her like that… I’d love her even if she was HYDRA…”

“What?” John whispered.

“Later.”

“She’s the only good thing in my life and I wrecked it…”

He began crying and his heartbeat rose. The paramedic in the back of the ambulance yelled. “FASTER! WE’RE LOSING HIM! Miss please,” and pushed you on the side.

“I’m telling her, Bucky.” You cried.

John hugged you tight. “It’s gonna be okay…”

But he couldn’t know that for sure.

In the hospital, Bucky was immediately taken into surgery.

Valentina and the other Avengers came immediately. Bob was there too.

“What happened?” Yelena asked.

You explained them all.

How you were flirting with the man. How you got your head heavy in a second and how you woke up minutes later in a dark room. You told them he was Pierce’s son, and Yelena fought against her tears.

John kept an arm on you. “Why did Bucky told about…” he didn’t knew how he could say it without having implications.

“That he would love me even if I was from HYDRA?” You looked Valentina. “You knew right?”

She nodded.

Everyone kept looking at you.

“I was born from a man tortured by HYDRA. He was an experiment but…” a tears escaped your eye. “The serum failed on him and apparently settled in me.”

“So you are…” Bob began asking.

“No, I’m not a super soldier… but I have those powers and… I’m using them for something good…”

Yelena was now crying. Ava followed her behind. John’s arm still on you and now Bob engulfed all in a hug.

“Come on Valentina,” he told her. “Join us…”

She did.

Yelena personally guided to the medic bay. “You should patch it up,” she said, pointing at the forehead. “It’s bleeding again.”

You looked down.

“Hey,” she lifted your chin. “No one here is angry with you. You’re no HYDRA. You’re an Avenger.”

You hugged her tight. “Can you bring me to Bucky?”

She nodded.

On the other side of the med bay, in a single room, Bucky laid down.

His body totally recovered but he needed rest.

“We gave him something to sleep. He’s gonna need at least a couple of days to rest completely, but you did a great job healing him.”

“Why did he…”

You didn’t know how to say it.

“He had a little heart attack but it’s now all under control. His heart was beating like crazy. You can stay here if you want.”

You stayed there for two days.

You held his hand and caressed his face. Even during sleep, he was the most handsome man ever. His feature relaxed and his mouth slightly raised in the corners.

He woke up after a couple of days. You were still there.

“Angel?” He realised he was talking to you in the ambulance. “God I fumbled.”

“You didn’t,” you caressed his cheek. “I was so worried.”

“If you’re HYDRA… please tell me before I’m gonna do something irresponsible…”

You preceded him and kissed him.

He responded immediately to the kiss. His hands shaking but firmly rested on your head, pulling you into him. He panted when you put your body slightly on him.

“Ouch,” he grunted. “Careful sweetheart.”

“Oh god sorry.”

You sat on the chair near his bed, keeping his hand between yours and explained all to him.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of time but his eyes remained steady on you. “I was worried you were here for them… and I treated you as a threat but,” he snorted. “You’re by far the most kind and amazing woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah I know,” you slid a lock of hair for his face. “The angel told me…” you teased him.

“Please,” he closed his eyes smiling. “Don’t reminded me.”

“I’ll make it as my personal mission, Barnes.”

You both stared at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

“So he’s dead?” He asked you.

“Dead.” You confirmed.

The following days were like a dream. Bucky found himself as a lover boy and you loved it. He waited for you in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“You should rest, Bucky.”

“Can’t,” he kissed your cheek. “Need to make amends for my behaviour.”

Yelena and Ava entered the kitchen and smiled but right after they playfully teased him.

“So he’s dead crumbled first right?”

“Shut up Belova.” He smiled, arm linked to your waist.

“God your such a sap…”

John delighted by the scene, hugged you both. “Found your match I see. Don’t ruin it man.”

“Wouldn’t dream on it…”

Bob looked at you like a little kid watching his parents in love.

Valentina entered unannounced. “Hey look at this,” she sid not surprised.

Bucky had his all body crushed against yours. He leaned behind you, hugging your waist while you spread some jam on a bagel.

“Guys can I talk to you?” She said, serious. “In private?”

You followed her into another room.

“Pierce’s son is definitely dead,” she told.

You and Bucky both huffed relieved.

“You were right about everything Y/N and… I’d like to make you an apology. We should have informed you.”

“I get it why you didn’t, Valentina.”

“Anyway I’m here for those,” she reached in her pocket. “This is for you.”

Bucky picked the envelope. “A reservation for an hotel?”

“It’s my apology gift for you,” she smiled. “Picked a five star hotel here in New York and spent some days resting,” she finished. “But not too much. The world needs you.”

The same night, Bucky chose the most luxurious hotel in town. Spa in the room, meals in bed and a terrace. You left the tower the same exact night, as you were too excited to spent time alone. As you arrived in the massive suite, Bucky immediately orderer room service.

“What you want, doll?” He asked you, cornering you. “I’ll buy you everything you like.”

“Well,” you circled his neck. “Since you were very rude,” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Uh uh,” he moaned.

“Surprise me… let’s see if you’re worthy…”

You removed your hands from his neck and slid toward the bedroom.

As Bucky ordered on the phone, you took all the clothes off. “… yeah thank you. Half and hour? Perfect. Bye.” He hung up. “Doll,” he told you. “It’s gonna be around-”

You hid yourself behind the bedroom’s door, letting only your leg out.

“Doll,” he panted.

“Want to take a shower before eating?” You asked, battling your lashes.

Bucky did definitely want that.

He run to you and you squeaked happily. He was in the bathroom in a second. He looked at you fully.

Naked and glowing.

He saw the ring sitting on your finger. “You still have it.”

“Kinda like it.” You said, entering the shower.

He removed all of his clothes and jumped in the shower with you.

You couldn’t avoid looking at his all body.

His massive frame occupied most of the space. His hard pecks stood in front of you. His hands immediately reached and grabbed your waist. He pushed you against the wall. His cock already hard, pointing up against his stomach. “Yeah… sorry…” he said blushing.

You grabbed the shaft and began stroking it. With your free hand, you pulled him down on your lips. He let you do all.

“Doll,” he panted against your lips.

“You like it?” You asked teasing him.

Your hand become icy cold, a delicious contrast with the hot water running above you.

“Fucking love it…” he grunted, resting his metal hand on the wall.

As his cock twitched in your hand, you removed it from around his cock just as he was about to come.

“What,” he whined at the loss. “Doll,”

You turned and picked up the shampoo. Squeezing it you lather on your hands and then on your scalp. Once your head was all bubbly, you use the remained shampoo and washed his hair.

He bent down his head and let you spread the foam on his head. Your nails scratched his scalp with the perfect amount of force.

Conditioner and body wash, were the following steps.

You rinsed your body then his and stopped the water. You stepped out and took a nice and fluffy towel. Bucky did the same. He was still half hard and shocked.

Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. “Room service.”

Bucky opened, worried his visible excitement was still showing, and gave the waiter a big and overly generous tip.

He brought the cart inside the room, in the living room, where you were waiting for him.

Again, naked.

“You’re killing me…”

“I hope so.”

He positioned the cart in front of the table and pulled off the towel too. You took your time looking at him. He sat and lifted one of the cloches.

The most perfect steak and potatoes appeared. Juicy and tender. A perfect combination of flavour and texture. You drank a little bit of wine, adding warm to your body. Just the sight of a naked super soldier in front of you was enough. When he lifted the last cloche, after finishing your steak and potatoes, you saw the dessert he ordered.

A cup of fresh and red strawberries and whipped cream.

“Why don’t you come here, doll.” He tapped his tight.

You moved on autopilot.

Standing, he glanced again at you. You circled the table and he pulled his chair back. You sat on his tight, legs closed. Your knees grazed his cock.

He grabbed a strawberry and bit into it before pushing it into your lips. You bit where he did and some juice escaped your mouth. He licked it clean and moved down on your chest, where some drops felt too. He closed his lips around your nipple and you moaned at the contact.

“Bucky,”

“Yeah,” he sucked it harder. “Say my name.”

You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and spread it on his lips, then licked it clean all.

His cock twitched and you felt it under your legs. You decided to not let this man suffer. You took some whipped cream and spread it on his tip. You knelt on the ground, between his legs and licked the cream of his body.

“Jesus,” he moaned, as his hand flew into your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him fully. You fought a little gag reflex and sucked him. Hard and deep.

He put his other hand on your head. He guided you but let you have your pace. You felt it twitching into your mouth and sucked him harder. He came with a grunt, holding for some seconds your head there. You looked at him, swallowing all.

He stared at you hungrily and moved the plates on the table. Making the right amount of space, he picked you up and sat you on the table. He spread your legs and dove in your core. You rested your weight on your elbow while your other hand grabbed his hair.

“God, Bucky… please don’t stop.”

He rested his hands on your legs and opened them more. His tongue lapped your clit and hole. Nothing left behind.

As he sensed your core clenching, he inserted two fingers in you. Moving them in and out, he kept sucking on your clit.

“Wanna come Bucky… let me come…”

“Do it,” he sweetly ordered.

You cried out as you came. Wave of pleasure coming out of your body like and explosion and tiny sparks of white light came out from your palms. You sat there panted. Your chest moving up and down.

“God you’re addicting…” He stood up and kissed you.

Both of his hands on your face as he devoured your lips. He picked you up and you squeaked grabbing his neck. He let you down on the bed like you were the most fragile thing ever. You spread your legs more and he laid in between. His cock pressing on your still throbbing core. He kissed you like that night in the club. His hands grabbing your tights before rolling his hips.

“Bucky do something…”

He took his cock in his hand and glided your core with his tip. He passed it between your folds, collecting all the wetness.

“Please,”

He inserted his tip, just the tip, and you moaned at the feeling. He pushed himself more into your pussy. You felt the stretch and every inch of him. He sat there on his knees, fully inside. He let you adjust to his size and then he began to move. He pulled out and pushed back. Your hands grabbed the sheet. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers, holding your arm up. He dipped down to kiss your opened mouth. He dove down more on your collarbone and neck, sucking a point he quickly found out was your weakness.

As you clench more around him, he began to move faster. “I’m coming Bucky…”

“Me too,” he kissed you more. “Come with me.”

Your second orgasm rose inside you. He sealed your mouth with his as he played with your clit with his finger. He walked through your pleasure.

As you came down, he crushed your body with his like a weighted blanket. His body, warm and sweaty, comforting you.

You both remained there for some minutes without talking. He broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he told you whispering.

“I thought you hated me…” you whispered back. “I really thought you were… I don’t even know what…”

“I’ve never really hated you,” he rose his head, looking straight into your eyes. “I was just scared and if I have to be honest a little scared even if your kindness…”

“What do you mean?”

“You were always so kind and gentle and… I hate to say it but… HYDRA made people this gentle to trick others…”

“Bucky I’d never-”

“I know,” he kissed you sweetly. “Now I know.”

Bucky never stopped asking you sorry. He was truly disgusted by his behaviour but you perfectly understand why he did it.

One year later, you and Bucky were now officially a couple.

The team never stopped teasing Bucky for his behaviour and once you got back from the “apology gift” Valentina gave you, they began trolling the former Winter Soldier.

“So you did crumble, Barnes.” John asked.

It was no point in lying, so he did tell the truth. “Yeah… and I was a moron and an asshole…”

“Indeed she could have someone better,” Yelena teased him and Ava choked on her coffee seeing Bucky’s face.

“What?”

“Oh don’t listen them… they’re jealous…” you kissed him deeply. “There’s no one better.”

“Awwwww…” a choir rose inside the kitchen.

“I hate you all,” Bucky said. “Not you of course.” He kissed you once more.

He took your hand in his, where a ring sat.

It wasn’t Jane’s ring, this was Y/N’s ring.

He kissed the stone then the back of your hand.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Jane.” He said whispering in your ear.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Andrew.” You replied.

What began as a mission, let the hidden feeling came out and that’s how you liked it.

“It’s may be hard clicking with the others,” Valentina told you. “But I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I’m so excited. I’ve always admired the Avengers. What Tony Stark did to save the world was sad but…”

“Necessary.” Valentina finished the phrase.

So that’s when you, Y/N Y/L/N, made the official appearance in the new Avengers’ Tower.

“Hey,” a blond girl told you, moving toward you. “Must be Y/N.” She stretched her arm. “Yelena. Yelena Belova.”

“Nat’s sister… nice to meet you.”

Yelena proceeded to present the other members of the team. Once she finished, after Bob already declared himself as your best friend gaining a fake offence from Yelena, the elevator opened.

Bucky Barnes appeared.

Tactical gear still on, gun on his belt and a shiny arm. A tired look on his face and bags under his blue eyes.

“Sam’s and ass he took credit for it…” he said without anger, just mocking Sam. “Left him at his house after hearing him talking… who are you?” He asked you, stopping his monologue about Sam.

“Hi,” you immediately stretched your arm. “I’m Y/N… from Shield…” you said, retiring your hand once you understood he wasn’t going to shake it.

“Don’t need another member.”

“It’s not our choice Barnes,” John intervened. “And she seems amazing by the way.”

You nodded toward the tall man, silently thanking him.

Bucky grunted and without stepping outside of the elevator, he pushed the button to his floor and the door closed.

“Is he always like that?” You asked.

“Sometimes…” Ava replied.

“But he’s okay… I mean he’s with us…” Bob shyly said. “You’ll be under our wing, don’t worry.”

As the weeks passed, Bucky didn’t seem to move from his idea.

It was now almost a month since your arrival. The team quickly discovered why Valentina chose to add you to them. During a particularly thought mission, they found out your ability.

You moved like a shadow, anticipating every enemy’s moves. Swinging on the field, covering Yelena and then starting a fight just as Ava could disappear without being noticed.

As Yelena was standing in front of an agent, another one was getting ready to take her from behind. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed it and stretched your arm. A white light came out of your palm and it was like the world around you all stopped suddenly. A cone of ice erupted from the dry ground killing the agent behind Yelena, stabbing him. As the other agent lost track for a second, Yelena was able to shoot him in his chest. He felt down right in front of her. Faking unimpressive, Yelena simply nodded at you.

There was no time for explanation.

“God you’re amazing,” John told you, hitting an agent with his elbow. He was truly impressed by your ability, just as Ava.

“Thanks John… you’re-“

“Can we stop talking?” Bucky growled. His voice, deep and cold, interrupted you. It was like he didn’t see the massive ice cone coming out of the ground, or if he did see it, he was totally unbiased by the situation.

You look down for a second.

“Sorry man.” John said, before knocking out for the good the agent.

In and out, no witnesses left and mission accomplished.

On the jet, everyone asked you to explain.

Everyone but Bucky.

At the tower you all entered in the common room where Bob, still recovering from his transformation in Sentry, was waiting.

“Bob,” Yelena yelled happily. “You should have seen her.” She jumped on the couch, messing his hair. “She’s magic…I mean really magic…” Yelena had stars in her eyes, which was totally out of her character. “She’s magic practically save us.”

“She didn’t save us,” Bucky said. “We save ourselves.”

“Shut up, Barnes.” Ava told him. “If she hadn’t made that ice cone appear Yelena wouldn’t have killed that agent and we would have wasted time unnecessarily… she practically save us.” She hugged your side.

“Ice cone?” Bob asked astonished. “You made an ice cone from… AN ICE CONE?” Bob’s voice peaked up.

You explained to them how you got your powers.

“Yes, I have some powers,” you said, looking down.

Bucky, sat on a stool having a coffee, rising his head slightly. He was listening.

“I… was born like that and I was always been told my powers are white because it’s linked with who I am,” you began kneading your fingers. “I can control ice… as you all saw,”

“Hell yeah we saw it,” John happily announced.

“Yeah… and I can heal from injury or even worse if that’s the case… without being hurt myself.”

You noticed Bucky’s eyebrow rose a little.

“What else can you do?” Bob asked you interested.

“I can bring back someone’s life… never done it but I can…”

Everyone around you cheered and laughed at the revelation.

Bucky remained silent for a moment, drinking his black coffee. “No one is born like that.”

And with that, he finished his coffee and left the room.

A wave of sadness rose into your body. Your eyes lowered on the floor.

You didn’t know why Bucky treated you like that, since you were always so kind with him like you did with everyone else.

Like for example, a couple of days before when you made a fresh batch of coffee.

You were already awake as you suffered from insomnia. You took all the five cups out of the cabinet, since you already drank you coffee.

Yelena had a yellow one with the bees.

Ava chose a blue one with a unicorn.

Bob had a vintage one from a flee market.

John chose to keep his white one from his time in the military.

Bucky of course had a black one, no illustrations and nothing written on it. Black and simple, kinda like him.

Coffee and milk for Yelena and Ava, way more milk and cream for Bob and a black coffee with three sugars for John like you. At the end, a black and steaming cup for Bucky. No sugar and no milk.

Everyone arrived and picked up their cup. Bob even licked his lips as the warm milky foam remained on his mouth. “Better than the cafe around the corner.”

You smiled warmly.

Yelena, Ava and John did thank you even before picking their cups.

As Bucky entered the kitchen, the voices got lower. Black shirt and shorts, sneakers already on. “Morning,” he said to all.

You hoped it was to you too. “Morning Bucky. Made you the coffee…” you said pointing at his cup.

“Going for a run. Walker would you like to join?” He asked completely ignoring you, opening the fridge.

“Not today.” He said taking Bucky’s cup. “Perfect.” He smiled, after taking a sip.

As Bucky got out of the kitchen, John made a weird face. “How is he even like this thing?”

“Why did you drink it?” You asked him.

“Wasn’t let him ruin the day… but now I really need sugar.”

“Here,” you handed him his cup. “Made you already. It’s gonna be a little cold.”

“No problem.” He said, kissing your head.

As the days passed, you saw at John as a big brother and that care made you smile.

“Barnes is… tough.” Ava began. “He needs time.”

“Seems like he hates me,” you stood, emptying your cup. “I’m gonna go to the gym. Call me if you need.”

In the gym, thankfully alone, you punched the bag attached to the ceiling. Every fist controlled and powerful. You took some second in between session to regain your breath.

You moved onto the treadmill, setting the maximum pace.

Running always made you feel better.

You were so caught up with your pace, that you didn’t notice someone on the threshold of the entrance.

Bucky stood there, sweaty after his run. He always used the gym to decompress after his exercise. He looked at you, still holding his breath as you could hear it above the music you had in your ears. He looked again and left, forcing himself to break his routine.

The routine was everything to Bucky and even a simple difference made him feel bad. After being taken out of HYDRA, rescued and loved in a way by the Avengers and now the Thunderbolts, he thought about having his life settled.

Your arrival made everything different.

You were always so bright and kind and loving even toward him. You made lunch and dinner for everybody. You prepare a new batch of coffee at morning and now you were occupying the gym.

Bucky knew you didn’t do anything wrong but still, he didn’t want to be engaged with you. Someone could say he wasn’t interested in getting to know you because he knew deep down, or so that was what he was thinking, that you hid something. In his mind, no one could be this kind without the urge to make amend for something. He knew it pretty well. He decided to keep an eye on you, afar but still on you constantly.

During missions, you noticed how he was slightly nearer you. In the field, his eyes always seemed to be moving toward your figure.

Meal time was the time he would spend more time listening and watching you.

You were always happy and bright. Always ready to clean up the table and make a coffee ending the meal.

It happened sometimes, that he didn’t see you leaving the room. They were the days when you felt the more nostalgia. You missed your family, especially your father.

Your parents raised you in an happy and loving family. You grew up with a step brother slightly older than you, and a little sister who looked at you like you hung up the moon.

You remained linked to your family no matter what.

Your family retired in some little town in the mountains. They were happy for you, for this new adventure with the New Avengers. They always saw something special about you, not only because you were their daughter.

When you chose the Shield, they fully supported you and when you broke down the news of joining the former Thunderbolts team, your father almost cried.

“We always knew you had something in special despite the circumstances.”

You hugged them tightly, then your brother and sister, before leaving for New York.

It was now six month since your arrival, when Valentina entered the common room. “Barnes and Y/L/N,” Valentina spoke. “Come here.”

You were on the couch with the others, while Bucky was in the kitchen. Once you were all there, Valentina spoke again. “So,” she clapped her hands. “We need two agents for an undercover operation. Two months.”

Everyone looked at each other knowing already what she was going to say.

“Barnes and Y/L/N,” she said smiling. “Congratulation on your wedding. Leaving in three days. You’re gonna have all the details from Mel.”

“WHAT?” Bucky exclaimed. “Absolutely no. I’m out.” Bucky stood abruptly.

“Not so fast, soldier. You don’t have a choice.”

You remained frozen on the couch.

“Barnes,” Valentina moved toward Bucky. He towered over her, but she wasn’t scared at all. “I fear,” she rested his hand on his flesh arm. “That you’re in the idea of… how can I say? Oh yeah… making decisions.” She smiled softly. “We need two agents. They have to be married and happy and…”

“In love?” Mel suggested, already regretting once Bucky looked at her.

“Right… in love. Can you fake it?”

She opened her arms, waiting for an answer.

Bucky, cornered, nodded his head.

“Wonderful,” she looked at you. “And you sweet Y/N? Can you be in love with this guy for a couple of months?”

“I’ll try.” You looked down, not being able to look at Bucky’s face.

“Amazing,” she turned to Mel. “So, informed them. I’ll be in the office all day.”

Once she got out, Mel gave Bucky and Y/N two folder.

“You’re gonna be Andrew and Jane and you got married a couple of years ago. This,” she handed you another folder, toward both of you stretched your arm softly touching your fingers. “Is gonna be your apartment. It’s right above the night club you need to take down.”

“Wait,” Bucky exclaimed. “You want us to be undercover for two months to take down a night club? Am I a bodyguard now?”

“Mr. Barnes-“

“Bucky, please.”

“Bucky… this is not a standard night club. We… think there is some sort of despatch for some new drugs and…”

Mel stopped talking.

“And?” Bucky said, beginning to be impatient.

“We found out some trace of a serum in some pills…”

She didn’t need to specify what type of serum, Bucky already understood. You didn’t tell anyone about your past, about your powers. You only told them what you wanted. You realised it was a bold choice but you thought about the implications and you weren’t willing to let them misjudged you. As Mel left, you were still shocked about the new mission.

Two whole months pretending to love Bucky Barnes.

Truth to be told, you didn’t need to pretend.

You couldn’t get why you felt what you felt for him. He was rude and even slightly aggressive to you, but you knew what he could have passed during his past. Maybe in that tower you were the only one who could understand him completely.

Your father, a glorious member of the military, was kidnapped by HYDRA. The same HYDRA that used to imprisoned Bucky making him known as the Winter Soldier to the world.

They used to keep their scientifically experiments on going, trying to make every time a newer version of the serum. Making it stronger and more powerful.

Your father, unfortunately, was the perfect example of experiment for them. He was single at the time, not that it would have changed something for them, perfect shape and strong built. Bucky was already the Winter Soldier at the time, but they wanted to use more men to their purposes.

He still didn’t know how and what went wrong.

As the serum run into his veins, he didn’t show the usual effects. He wasn’t any faster or stronger or even angrier. This alone made them disappointed, as they failed the experiment. Once they found out their mistake or their negligence, they hit and punched all over your father in one of their cells.

Broken ankles, ribs incapable of hold up a man like him and a fragile mind due to the constantly experiment.

That’s how your soon to be mother, found him.

She was working in a hospital when, during a night storm, HYDRA abandoned your father. He was leaning on a concrete bench on the ground, bleeding and unable to move or stand. She took care of him, as her job demanded but as the time passed, she felt in love with him just as he did with her.

He told her everything about him once they began dating, knowing she was pretty young and willing to have a family. He explained how he would have been probably the worst husband, as he wasn’t able to gave her the family she wanted, but she didn’t hesitate. She loved that man and she already chose him as her lover.

Years passed, they got married and one day she came running with a stick in her hand. “I’m pregnant!”

He picked her up and hugged her so tight. “Oh god, the baby… I’m sorry…” he said, kneeling on the ground.

“Don’t worry my love,” she said, caressing his hair. “It’s too soon to worry.”

After nine months of nausea, a beautiful girl was born.

She had her features but his eyes. She was the most gorgeous baby in the world for them.

As she grew, around three months after being born, they began to notice some particular abilities.

Her hands were always cold, no matter what temperature was in the house. Once she was able to crawl on her own, your mom noticed how your little hands always left a trace of cold water behind you. It wasn’t just the water that made them worried, it was also how you quickly moved on the floor or the beautiful but quite intimidating look in your eyes.

One day, they had their confirmation.

Your mom was on the rung ladder, trying to take down a box. She misjudged the distance and misplaced her foot. She felt or that what’s she was thinking.

In that moment, your father was coming back from the grocery store. Hands full of bags and mouth wide opened. “My love-” He didn’t complete the sentence.

Your mom was floating in the air, the box ahead of her floating too.

On the ground, a little smiley baby clapping her hands.

Your mom regained the balance just as your father use his shoulder to let her sit, after letting the groceries falling down. They moved the box on the ground, crushing it noisily making you cry a little.

Feet on the floor, your mom run to you. “No, sweetie… don’t cry. It’s all good.” She tickled your stomach and you began to laugh again.

They looked at each other in the eyes, knowing this wasn’t a typical case of medical issues.

Luckily, your mom knew someone.

It was one of the older nurses, she escaped HYDRA too. She was also the one who listened to her, truly listened to her, when she told her the story of the gorgeous man bleeding on the bench in front of the hospital.

She took a look at you, while you were playing with your hand. “She’s perfectly fine but,” she took off her glasses.

“But?” Your dad asked her worried.

“She might have some special… ability… let’s say.”

“Are you implying my daughter is a super soldier?”

“Not necessarily,” she pondered how to broke the news. “The serum they used on you might have skipped your system but settled into her blood.”

Your father broke down crying. Your mom sat keeping you into her arms.

The journey back home wasn’t pleasant, but they kept the volume down to not let you get scarred.

“It’s not your fault,” your mom told him. “I already explained to you. It’s their fault, not yours.”

“Feels like it’s mine…” he said, keeping his hands on the steering wheel.

“Well, it’s not… so stop this.” She whispered smiling.

They made you live a perfectly normal life, without the pressure of the power in you. They noticed tho, how you were able to pick a dead flower on the ground and make it alive again.

In the summer, when the heat was impossible to avoid, they kept playing with your hand. It was either for some coldness but also to see how you would react to a constantly touch.

Once you turned 18, they explained all.

You took the news very well. It was in your character. Always kind and understanding. Your father kept asking you sorry, you hugged him tighter every time.

In about three days, you would be Bucky’s fake wife.

He spent the firsts two days in his room, isolating himself from the approaching mission. He had breakfast at four in the morning, lunch in the early afternoon and dinner late at night. He did all of that just to avoid you, and you noticed.

Of course you noticed.

You didn’t think about being Bucky’s best friend of course, but you didn’t mind spending time with him too. You couldn’t deny that seeing him the first time, made your heart racing. He was gorgeous and massive and his voice, the few times you clearly heard him, sounded like a melody. You tried, as the days passed to get to know him.

Handing him the coffee in the morning was the first step but he didn’t accept it. Making a meal for everyone didn’t do the job either.

You respected his silence, even tho you two would have to have a conversation sooner or later about the mission. You spent three time reading alone the folders Mel gave you. You read about the apparently ceremony on a beach in Greece you two had. You could almost picture it.

Your white and soft dress, moved by the light see breeze. Bucky with a dark blue suit, no tie and a couple of buttons opened. Smiles and laughs and a lot of friends cheering for you.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.

“Coming,” you said in the air, thinking it was Bob or Yelena. “Miss me so much-”

Bucky was behind that door, waiting in the corridor like a statue. “Let’s get this done,”

You moved and let him inside.

He noticed the folder opened on the bed, just as you noticed his folder crushed by his hand. “So tomorrow we prepare the essentials,” he said sitting on the edge of the desk, which creaked under his weight. “Valentina provides for everything. It’s gonna be all already in the apartment.” He said that methodically and practically.

“Shouldn’t we talked about… us?” He perked his eyebrow. “Well not us but… yeah us.”

“There’s no us, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you coughed a little. “The us for those two months.”

“Again, there’s no us. We need to be a little affectionate for the people outside. Once we’re alone, we’re strangers again.”

Strangers.

So that’s why you were for him. Someone came in his little world disrupting it.

“Gotcha… strangers.” You said, keeping your smiling on your face.

He left your room after a few more indications.

Door closed, your eyes began to sting.

The third day, Bucky kept himself again isolated in his room.

You packed your essentials, some make up and jewellery and removed your father’s necklace. You kept it hidden above your shirt, no one saw it. Around eight in the evening, the jet was ready to leave.

Bucky shook John’s hand, quickly and politely and wave to Bob, Ava and Yelena.

You, always you, hugged each of them with a bright smile on your face.

“Don’t let him ruin the mission,” Yelena whispered.

You heard about super soldiers and their earring, your father had super hearing, so you knew Bucky heard it.

You didn’t know if you heard him huffing or it was a sick joke of your mind.

Valentina waited for you. She glanced at Bucky, smiling at him. You saw his corner lightly rising as the gentleman he was.

She moved in front of you. “Your first undercover mission for us. It’s gonna be amazing I’m sure of it.” She caressed your arms. “I put the dress for a party in the closet. It’s a fancy one so be impeccable.”

“Why the boss of a night club should have a fancy party?” Bucky asked.

“Because Barnes,” Valentina moved closed to him. “He needs funds and black tie’s party are the most effective way to do it.”

You both got on the jet as the door closed. Sitting in front of each other, the mission began.

“They’re gonna be together you know?” Valentina said.

“Twenty bucks Barnes’s gonna be the first crumbling.” Yelena proposed.

They all laughed and agreed before entering the tower.

On the jet, the silence made it clear that you were not going to be able to hear anything other that the engines. You glanced at him once, keep reading the folder. Bucky loaded and unloaded his gun at least three times. He glanced at you too.

“So Andrew?” You asked Bucky, reading the folder.

“Yes, Jane.” He replied without looking at you.

Could that be the first sign of truce? Maybe.

Bucky spent the flight sleeping, or at least faking the sleep. He had his mind full, his brain working non stop and it was all your fault.

He spent the two days in his room looking at the files.

“Maybe they burn if I stared at them for too long.” He told to himself aloud in his room.

Bucky didn’t want to have your face in his mind constantly.

Your hair to soft, your smile too bright, your eyes to shiny and your voice like a melody. When he saw you the first time, his heart was beating so fast he couldn’t even breathe correctly.

An angel in the tower, that’s what he thought about you.

He put up with his hard facade, since he knew he couldn’t believe or trust you right after seeing you the first time.

Truth to be told, Bucky would have immediately put his life into your hands.

Reading the file, he began thinking about how your life with him could be.

It was a fake one, but it was something.

The idea of being able to kiss you or hug you or even hold your hand was the thing that kept him awake during the evening. Deciding to avoid you? Not his best idea, but it was the only way to get you far from him even tho it seemed you didn’t like to get far from him.

Bucky was mesmerised by you, he truly was but he also had to protect himself after years of being treated like a nobody.

Usually, HYDRA taught it to him, overly kind and gentle people had to make amends for something so brutal and awful did in the past.

Bucky knew how this was.

HYDRA made him a weapon, the most lethal and terrible one. People were scared of him and he had to make a gigantic amend to made people believe him.

He was still the same tough and slightly rude old man, but inside he was even the same old boy who helped Steve when bullies kicked him in the alleys. Y/N was definitely too kind, but it wasn’t the first time someone like you, a literal angel, was in reality someone so bad and awful. He already seen the scenario and he didn’t like it.

Back when he was fighting the Flag Smashers with Sam and John Walkers, the little and cute Karlie made his all world crumbled.

In his mind, you could be the same and he couldn’t risk it all for some feelings even to he began to realise there was no escape from the feelings.

The rational part of him made him thinking.

If she was so bad, why Valentina hired her as a new member of the team?

Shouldn’t be in the raft like criminals or worse, former HYDRA agent?

Seeing you as a potential threat like being a sleepy HYDRA agent made his blood boil, and even tho he was still very much attracted to you, spiritually and physically, he decided to kept the facade on and have a little digging in your past.

Family? Normal.

Education? A normal and “boring” school somewhere in the countryside.

Former experience? Training with Shield after discovering the powers you had.

Current occupation? New member of the New Avengers and probably crush of John Walker.

He grunted and growled at the last point.

He kept looking at you, he told himself for the digging he had to do, but it was just and excuse. The upcoming mission made him tremble on his legs. He cleared the case fast enough with Valentina and Mel and run to his room. Once he was inside, he threw himself on the bed face against the pillow.

He suffocated a grunt and push the pillow more against his face.

“Why me?” He mumbled in the soft pillow. “Why?”

He began thinking, really thinking, at the implications.

He would have to hold your hand, easy job.

He would have to hug you, slightly out of his comfort zone but manageable.

He would have to kiss you, this made the mission tougher than any mission implying HYDRA ever did.

As the jet landed, Bucky let you out first. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

First sign of his surrender.

A car waited for you, keys above the tire.

He helped with the small luggage and put it with his in the back.

On the jet before landing, you both changed. You picked a light blue sundress with white sneakers. Your hair down, free from anything. They moved along the light breeze and Bucky’s super smell caught every particle of scent. He opted for a pair of black trouser and a white shirt, casual and comfy. The t-shirt was too white, your dress too light. He stuttered a little when he saw you, just as you did looking at his chest in that t-shirt.

Absentmindedly, he opened the door for you.

“Thanks,”

He nodded and quickly circled the car jumping on. Keys in the ignition and the car moved.

The dress slid up a little, your legs now slightly more visible.

He gripped the steering wheel with his metal hand, while the other one, kept its grip on the gear. He was very tempted by grazing your skin, already tanned.

“When we’re there,” Bucky began talking. “We…uh… should begin the process… I mean the marriage…”

“Uh- sure,” you replied. “What’s your idea?”

“Don’t know…” Bucky gripped the steering wheel harder. “I can opened the door for you and maybe put my arm on your shoulders…”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He spent weeks avoiding you and now he was willing to do all of that. You were aware of why he needed to do that, but as the skilled agent he was he could have found another way.

“Fine by me.” You smiled at him and you saw how his lips slightly raised.

The rest of the journey was used to make a tactical plan. You found out you were able to talk and you decided about what you could and couldn’t do.

Arms around the shoulders? Fine.

Hugging the side? Also fine.

Kisses? Not necessarily if not the least of your resources.

He entered the street, in a very beautiful district with lots and lots of condos there.

Valentina thought that getting an apartment would have been way more easier than a solo house.

“Less welcoming from neighbours,” she said. “And the nightclub is right ahead of you in one of the most popular and crowded streets.”

Once Bucky parked the car in one of the street spot, he jumped off and circled the car. He picked the luggage in the back and walked toward your door. He opened it, still having all the bag in his covered metal arm, and let you jumped off too.

As he said in the car, he circled your shoulders.

Ahead of the condo, where the lodge was, a couple of man were waiting for you. Valentina called some Shield’s agents to help you with moving, just for making the thing more real.

“Andrew?” One of the man called. “And you must be Jane, right?”

The man, fully aware of you too, glanced at you a little too much. Bucky’s hand lightly pressed more on you.

“Yeah, we talked on the phone.” Bucky replied, arm still on you.

“Miss Mel gave us the keys and we put the boxes already in the apartment. Here’s the key,” he stretched the arm in front of you.

“Thanks,” Bucky grabbed them, losing the contact with your body. “I’ll have them.”

Once the concierge man got out and saluted you, Bucky grabbed the luggage he rested for a second on the ground before you could take them.

“Let me, Jane.”

You nodded smiling, while grabbing his biceps. “Always a gentleman,” you kissed his clothed arm.

The metal one.

“I’m sure he is,” the concierge man told you. “Hey, are you not hot with that cover?” He said pointing at the covered arm.

Bucky that day opted for a white T-shirt, but he put an additional sleeve and glove just on the left arm.

“Uh,” Bucky said smiling. “A little, but gotta do what I have to do… lost it serving the country…”

The man nodded proudly.

Valentina chose your cover precisely and that included Bucky being in the military due to his built.

“Big guy I can let you walk out there without not putting in the army.”

Bucky nodded but you noticed how he had a slightly sad look.

You cover was way more easier. Jane was an author and needs to spent time home writing her first novel.

After talking a little with the concierge, and a couple of your new neighbours, you and Bucky got in the elevator and pressed the button of your floor. Valentina chose the attic.

“Maximum security and comfort,” she told you while she explained the mission. “And you won’t have anyone above you.”

Bucky’s arm was still on your shoulders. He noticed when you were already at your floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” And again, you grabbed his biceps.

Inside, the apartment was gorgeous.

Entering in the large, maybe too large, living room you could accessed to the kitchen on the left and the terrace right in front of you. Getting out, Bucky glanced down. “Here’s the club.”

“Crowed even during the day.” You added.

You got back inside and looked for the bedrooms.

Entering the corridor, you saw two identical bathroom and two others doors. You grabbed a knob, while Bucky grabbed the other one.

Two bedrooms, same style.

You nodded at each other and entered closing behind both doors. You both lost track of the time.

You felt asleep and a knock on the door woke you up. You heard talking behind the door and opened it.

“Yeah we’re here. We must have felt asleep,” Bucky said, phone against his ear. “Valentina.” He silently mouthed you.

“Hi Val,” you said, scratching your eyes yawning.

“She asked if you’re okay,” Bucky reported you.

You raised your thumb entering the bathroom.

Bucky smiled at your back.

You splashed some fresh water on your face, while he was still talking. You got out of the bathroom with the dress still on, so while you heard Bucky saluting Valentina you got back in the room to change. You got out some minutes later, after checking the clothes she chose for you. You picked some short and a blouse.

“What something to eat?” You asked Bucky with your usual smile.

“Yeah, I can order something.”

You opening the fridge still and looked inside, bending down a little.

Bucky stood from the couch and stopped walking.

That’s gonna be tough, he thought.

“Uh… she packed already the fridge I see…” he noticed.

“And the pantry,” you said, opening some cabinets. “Fancy some pasta?” You said already picking a pack of spaghetti.

“Pasta’s fine.”

You picked pans and pots and started to cook, while he got the table ready. You moved already like a couple.

Once it was ready, you sat in front of each other.

“What’s the plan for today, Andrew?”

“Practising already?”

“Well,” you said picking a big fork of pasta. “Gotta know what’s my husband wants.”

He looked at his finger. The ring sat there, calm and steady.

You looked down at your hand too and played with it.

“You chose a good one,” you teased him.

“Gotta know what’s my wife wants.” He smiled softly.

In that moment you thought that you could do anything.

During the afternoon, you decided to take a look at the district. You walked onto the Main Street, where the club was. Your shoulders kept bumping into each other. At the crosswalk, he let you stay in front of him slightly and put his hand onto your lower back.

You pushed yourself behind, resting yourself a little on his body. You decided to have a coffee in a cafe near the club.

“We should take a look at the bodyguard’s past. Looks he has some past,” Bucky said sipping his coffee.

“We’ll do it tonight after-”

“WHAT A LOVELY COUPLE! PLEASE LET ME TAKE A PICTURE!” A man yelled happily.

You looked at him and smiled. “Oh Andrew look,” you said pointing at his Polaroid. “Can we take one please?”

“Sure,” Bucky replied smiling.

It was the first real smile you saw on his face.

The man told you to get closer. You did and your cheek crushed on his.

As he took the picture, you stayed there for a couple of seconds more. He gave it to Bucky and he gave him some money.

“Thank you! Thank you! Really nice couple.”

“Thanks.” You both replied.

At the sun sat down, you got back to the apartment.

Bucky talked and you found out he liked talking a lot.

You began a routine.

At breakfast you always prepared the coffee and this time, Bucky always picked the cup from your hands.

At lunch he cooked, failing sometimes, but you ate no matter what.

Dinner time was the funniest moment, whoever lost the game of searching different things or people made the dinner.

You sat on the terrace, binoculars in your hands for the recognition of the club, trying to beat a super soldier.

“There. On the bench. A guy with a red shirt.”

You huffed.

“Oh… on the balcony. Second floor. A dog sleeping.”

“Buckyyy... c’mon.”

“What? You can’t beat me.” He snorted. “There, on the first floor. Someone dancing.”

You raised your arm, waving an imaginary white flag.

Useless to say, you made dinner every night.

The first week goes pretty well. Bucky finally opened up and smiled even more.

He talked about his past, which of course you knew already. “It wasn’t simple getting into the game again. My skills were used to the wrong purposes and… it took me a lot.”

You rested your hand on his. “But you were stronger. Everyone knew you were the victim, Bucky. Don’t let stupid people thing something else of you.”

“And you?” He asked after some minutes of silence. “What’s your story?”

“You know my story. I know you looked at it.”

“Maybe but I want to hear it from you.”

You told him everything but the HYDRA part about your father. He would have known, but it wasn’t the right time.

“So you’re a genetic miracle?” He said softly but quiet not fully convincing.

“You can say that.” You involuntarily touched your neck.

“Left the necklace at home?”

“How do you know about it?”

I can’t stop staring at you, Bucky thought.

“I’m a pretty good observer.”

“It’s a gift from someone very important.”

“A lover?” He shyly asked.

“Much more like a dad,” you laughed.

You couldn’t tell if it was real but his all body relaxed.

Two weeks in, you collected a lot of information about the club and the owner.

You tracked how the same guy made back and forth with a big bag every two days.

The owner, a man with dark hair always wearing black clothes, made long phone calls on the threshold of his club every morning.

“Right in front of everyone,” Bucky noticed.

“So he seems like a normal guy.” You added.

At the beginning of the third week, you decided it was time to get into the club. You picked a short green dress. No sleeves or collar. Bucky opted for a black shirt, two buttons opened, and tight jeans. You reached the elevator and then he kissed your naked shoulder.

“Cameras,” he told you whispering.

It was a mere excuse, and Bucky took advantage of that.

“Right.” You said peaking his cheek.

You entered the elevator hand in hand. You stepped out of the building and crossed the street.

“Andrew and Jane.” Bucky told the bodyguard, circling your waist.

He let you enter.

The hostess inside took a glance of Bucky and you felt a wave of jealousy rising inside you. You sat at a table and admire the interior.

“Didn’t think it was like that…” you said, sitting.

Bucky too took a glance around him. “Thought it was a stripper club…”

You ordered a couple of drinks, a martini for yourself and a whiskey for Bucky.

He sipped it slowly, letting his mouth curling around the edge of the glass. You played with the glass and then took a sip too.

A drop felt from your mouth and Bucky quickly cleaned it.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “We should take a look around.”

“Fancy a dance wifey?”

“With absolute pleasure, hubby.”

He stood and stretched his arm, you took it and stood too. He guided you on the dance floor where tons of people were moving and dancing. You turned, giving him a look of your back. He pulled you toward him, crushing on his chest. You swayed your hips following the music. He grabbed your hips, letting you guide him.

You turned your head a little, talking at his ear. “We should dance toward that door,” you turned into his arms. “Seems like it’s protecting something important.”

He nodded.

You began to slide on the floor, trying following the music.

Once you where near the door, he tried to grab the knob. The doors was of course locked.

“Can try to open it,” he said. “Need some time tho.”

As he took out the lock’s pick, someone was heard talking in the background.

Bucky stood abruptly and pushed you against the wall. He grabbed your hips and pushed himself more on you.

He angled his face and kissed you.

It wasn’t romantic.

It wasn’t prepared.

It was just the heat of moment after being almost blown out. You respond to the kiss immediately. Circling his neck, you pressed even more on him. Your fingers tangled in his locks. His leg in the middle of your, caging you. You lifted you leg, he gripped it under your tight. You both moaned in the kiss not noticing the two men arriving.

“Guys you can’t-”

You kept kissing a couple second more.

Too many.

“Oh sorry guys,” the man said quiet embarrassed. “Sorry but you can’t stay here.”

You were frozen.

“Uh… yeah… sorry,” Bucky said, hands trying to tied up his hair. “We were… uh… sorry we got caught up in the moment…”

“Hey,” the man touched Bucky’s shoulder, thankfully the flesh one. “It’s no problem but you need to… you know…”

“Oh yes… sorry again.” Bucky mumbled.

You simply nodded, cheeks red.

Bucky engulfed in a side hug, worsening the situation.

Once you were both outside, you finally relaxed a little.

You crossed the street in silence but holding hands. A shy nod to the night concierge and then into the elevator. You rested your head against his shoulder as you knew he was looking at you. Bucky let you pass once the door opened and pressed the button.

Entering the apartment, he rested the back against the closed door. You bent down over the backrest of the couch. No one talked but suddenly, you both began to laugh.

Bucky sat on the floor, sliding his back on the door. You knelt behind the couch, forehead resting on it. You looked at him and he looked at you.

After a couple of minutes, gaining your breath again from the laugh, he stood and you mimicked him. He gave you his hand and you shook it snorting.

“Well that was fun.” You said.

“Yeah… it was.”

His fingers lingered a seconds more around yours. Just as his lips did with yours. You both entered in your own room, then getting out right after with your pj on.

Smiling, you both entered in the bathroom.

Bucky undressed himself quickly and jumped in the shower. His body naturally reacted to the kiss and he hoped you wouldn’t find it weird.

The icy cold water streamed on his body, calming his nerves. He involuntarily passed his hand on the nape of his neck, where you did grab a lock of his hair.

In the other bathroom, you sat in the closed toilet. Knees up and head against them. A tear escaped your eyes. All of this, was fake. He wasn’t your husband, you thought looking at the ring you never took off. You still felt the pressure of his hand on your leg. The hunger of his lips. His soft hair in your fingers.

You stood and undressed. An icy cold shower would have resolved everything, at least you hoped.

Getting out of the bathroom, in the same moment as you practiced it all, was a little weird.

“Good night, Bucky.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You spent the night staring at the ceiling

Doors closed, the world kept shouting outside.

Bucky laid on his bed with his hands crossed on his chest. The memory of your taste still on his lips. Your warm body missing against his.

On the other side, you laid stomach down. Your face crushed into the pillow and not on his chest. Kissing Bucky made your legs buckle and when you touched his pecs, you felt his heartbeat. You did feel other part of his body and hoped he didn’t feel your nipples getting hard, but you knew he definitely did feel those.

You tried to not being conditioned by the kiss the next morning when you woke up.

You barely slept, Bucky didn’t even try. You heard the coffee machine in the kitchen and looked at the time. The clock on your wall ticked six in the morning. You huffed and sat on the bed, taking a deep breath you stood and opened the door. You walked slowly toward the living room and then the kitchen.

“Oh sorry,” Bucky said, mug in his hands. “Didn’t wanna bother you. Want some?” He asked pointing at the coffee.

“Yeah, thank you.”

You sat on a stool, not used to see him making the breakfast.

“Black with-”

“Black with three sugar,” Bucky exclaimed. “Like Walker.”

“How?”

“Told you I’m a good observer.”

You drank in silence your coffee but suddenly you decided to break it.

“Bucky we need to talk.”

“Listen Y/N,” he began. “I made it just for the mission… but I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable…”

“Bucky,” you sat better. “I’m not uncomfortable but… you avoided me at first and now you kissed me… I know it was for the mission but… we could have… I don’t know… had a fight…”

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

You were both so good at your job that you found a routine to use between the two of you.

The mission went pretty well, days passed and you guys integrated well enough with the people in the district.

The bakery knew how Jane loved a cinnamon roll while writing her novel. You tried to write something on your computer, to make the world knew you were in fact a real author. Valentina prepared some old articles and rearranged, letting you being able to consulted them in public. At the outside’s eyes, you were digging and looking for information for your novel.

The barista knew Andrew came in the cafe asking for a coffee in the afternoon. He went every afternoon, at the stroke of five o clock. He got out of the office and on his way home, he picked up a cup of coffee and something for his wife.

“Lucky woman, Jane,” the barista said.

“I’m the lucky one.” Bucky always replied.

The kiss came up in your mind every night, but the still two weeks remaining didn’t allow you to distract.

You and Bucky made a very detailed report to Valentina every two or three days.

Two weeks left now, the party was the last big piece of the puzzle.

In the previous days, after the kiss, you used the excuse to hang out just to enter more in the club. You noticed the same guy with the same bag and people coming back and forth. Those people, seems every time a little bit bigger. You saw them leaner and with more muscles. A shiver run down your spine. HYDRA really did use those club to spread the pills with the serum.

Bucky used to run every morning, particularly when the garbage man took his sweet time every morning with their trash. Feigning a cramp, he stretched his legs on a bench right outside the club. Bucky wore a pair of glasses with a camera in the rod. Once he came back, he gave the glasses to you and you downloaded every time the images.

As you sat with the computer in front of you, Bucky drank from a bottle of water. He always did after his run and you began to think it was a mere way of teasing.

You felt in a trap but you didn’t let him win all the time.

As you preferred running in the evening in the park, you came back sweaty and hard breathing, you stretched in the living room. Bucky was always on the couch reading some notes and looking at the pics he took during the day. You always stretched your arms in the air, letting your t-shirt rise a little. Bucky always changed the way he was sitting and licked his lips every time you turned.

It was the night of the party that changed everything.

Valentina didn’t arrange the invitation by a mere case of fortune. She knew that the climbs owner every year invited the people on the district to his annual party.

“It’s easy and effective. They saw him as a philanthropist and of course having the club in an exclusive position made him seems legitimate.” Valentina explained on the phone speaker some days before the event.

“Did you guys let him see you?”

“Barely,” Bucky replied.

“He’s never in the club. We don’t know him.”

“Did you saw him?”

“Once,” you said.

“That’s enough,” Valentina replied. “Y/N?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“I think you should flirt with him a little bit,” Valentina suggested.

“Did you remember she’s married to me?” Bucky asked, raising his voice.

“Did you remember it’s an undercover mission, Barnes?” Valentina asked Bucky. “And a lot of wife married with other man every day…” she left the phrase hanging in the air.

Yeah but no husband looks like Bucky, you thought.

“How should I do it?” You asked.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. You put your hand on his. “Should I let him buy me a drink?”

“Use your weapon darling.”

“Alright,” you declared. “I’ll see once I’ll be there.”

Bucky stopped the call. His voice dropping down in a second.

“Let’s get ready.” He said, standing and running to the bedroom.

“Buck-”

He already closed the door.

You got back to your room and your phone rang, your personal one. Looking at the screen you saw your father’s number blinking.

“Hey,” you tried to feign happiness.

“You’re a terrible liar,” your dad replied back. “What’s going on?” He asked you serious.

You explained him all.

About how Bucky still didn’t know how you got your powers. About how your dad in HYDRA wasn’t an easy thing to say to Bucky. How Valentina suggested you to flirt with the club’s owner and Bucky had that weird reaction.

Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

He was in your head.

In your heart.

On your lips.

“Woah,” you dad exclaimed. “Too much information honey.” He replied as you were talking about the kiss you and Bucky shared.

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“Honey,” his tone sweet like sugar. “If you think Bucky’s the one… you should be talking to him.”

“I don’t know how Bucky would react knowing that-”

“React to what?” Bucky exclaimed.

You forgot to lock the door and he had super hearing.

Terrible combo.

“I gotta go. Talk to you later,” you stopped the call. “Bucky is not what you think…”

“Explained it to me then.” He almost ordered.

“I-I can’t…”

“I knew it. Your hiding something,” he looked at you with hate. “Let’s finished this mission and then you’re gonna leave the Avengers once and for all.”

“Bucky no-”

But he was already out of your room.

You knelt on the floor crying.

After an hour, where you didn’t even hear him at all, he opened the door to your room. You sat on the bed, tying the lace on your shoes.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. The sweet tone he had, completely gone.

“Ready.”

It wasn’t simple feigning love when the other person almost didn’t look at you. Bucky was a great spy but a terrible liar and he couldn’t handle not being affectionate to you. He still had his hand on your waist. His lips lingered on the delicate skin on your shoulder. He kissed the top of your head standing in the queue in front of the club.

For the occasion, the club was completely transformed. Red drapes and black rug on the floor.

“HYDRA’s colours,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

Once it was your turn, the bodyguard recognised you and let you in.

If the outside of the club was the same, the inside was totally reorganised. The red drapes on the outside seemed lighter on the inside. The table were all covered in black tablecloths and red roses stood in the middle in tall and glassy vases.

You dress had a long and deep slit, sitting down your tight was visible.

Bucky did take a look at your leg.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome. Every night, people walk through these doors looking for something. It may be freedom or purpose or even a chance to leave the world outside behind,” the man began speaking.

The man was the owner.

The real mind behind everything.

The man creating a new squad of super soldier using people’s weakness.

“I believe we’re all capable of becoming more than we think, if we’re willing to let go of our limits and embrace change. So tonight, forget who you were when you arrived. Dance, celebrate, and enjoy every moment. By the time you leave, you might discover you’re stronger than you ever imagined. To new beginnings.”

Everyone around you cheered and applauded.

“Welcome to the Cepire.”

Cepire.

Your mind worked relentlessly.

“Bucky,” you shook his arm. He barely turned his head. “Bucky,” you called him again whispering.

“What?” He replied. His tone showing no affection.

“Bucky… Cepire is the anagram of Pierce,” he finally looked at you in the eyes.

“What?”

You moved closer, linking your arm around his neck. Your mouth and warm breath against his ear. “I think this is Pierce’s son.”

“How do you know Pierce?” He asked you angry. “Y/N? How did you?” Anger flashing across his face.

“Please,” you kissed him. A quick peck on his lips. He remained frozen. “Trust me and proceed with the mission. Let’s have a fight and I’m gonna try to find something.”

He stood. “Oh yeah it’s convenient for you. Why don’t said anything before?”

You mentally thanked him.

“Am I not free enough to make decisions?” You stood abruptly too. “You know what? I’m going now.”

People around you looked at you.

“Sorry.” You told them.

Bucky made his way toward the bar. You moved to the other side, where a long table full of flutes of champagne stood there.

“What a stunning woman like you is doing all alone here?”

The owner moved toward you. His voice deep and weirdly soft.

“Regretting my marriage… oh stupid champagne,” you said, glancing at him. “It made my tongue run a little too fast.”

“Am I sensing some trouble in paradise?”

Well, let’s see.

He made his personal mission hating on you since day one. You couldn’t be honest with him even if you would literally put your life into his hands. He then made a teeny tiny step ahead with you. And lastly he kissed you like his life depended on that to “not blow up the cover”.

You could have said that, but instead you skated over. “Nothing like that,” you rested your hand on his forearm. “But sometimes… marriage is tough.”

You said, emptying the glass of champagne.

He snapped his fingers, and second later a waiter appeared with another flute of champagne.

You took it from his hand, letting your fingers grazed his. You didn’t see Bucky, but it was like feeling his presence on you.

The man, you were now sure was Pierce’s son, kept talking and leaning towards you. He moved closer, whispering something at your ear. “You shouldn’t let a man conditioning your life…” he said, looking at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Maybe you’re right-”

Your head felt heavy. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the counter.

He snacked his arm around you, cradling your head on his shoulder. “There you are… Y/N.”

But you were already passed out on his shoulder.

Bucky went out, not seeing the scene. He took his phone out of his pocket and called Valentina.

She answered immediately. “Any news?” She asked worried.

“Y/N thinks the owner may be Pierce’s son.” He didn’t asked. The told her.

Valentina didn’t reply immediately.

“Is he?” He asked now as confirmation.

“We had some doubts about that but… if she thinks that it may be true.”

“You put us on a mission with Pierce’s son? Are you of your mind? You should have told us at least.” He whispered shouted.

“Barnes,” she tried to talk. “We couldn’t say it for sure. We need confirmation first.”

“Well now you have it and…” Bucky stooped.

“And what? Barnes?”

“She’s flirting with him… like you suggested it… gotta go. Talk to you later.”

He didn’t wait for her reply.

Entering again the club, Bucky didn’t see you. Panic began to rise inside his body and a wave of fear invaded his mind. “Y/N where are you?” He asked himself.

In the back of the club, you woke up on a chair. No chain or rope. Just sat there.

A man, overly tall and muscular, stood in front of the door.

There were no windows and just a bulb of light hanging on the ceiling.

The door opened.

The owner, better saying Pierce’s son, entered the room and ordered the man to leave you alone.

You gulped.

“Well, well, well,” he began. “Y/N Y/L/N. How’s daddy?”

“Don’t know,” you replied, now weirdly calm. “How’s your daddy?”

He touched his chest, right above his heart, wounded. “Valentina didn’t teach you manners I see…”

Your hands began to shake. Tiny flakes of white sparks rose on your palms, but they didn’t strike up.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” he said, stretching his shirt sleeves. “This room have an electric magnetic field around it. Your powers are… useless inside here.”

“They will come to find me.”

“Oh we counted on it. Especially your husband… Andrew right?” His smile darkened. “Never thought of the Winter Soldier as… Andrew.”

Every time he pronounced Bucky’s fake name, a shiver run down your spine.

“You got me for a second,” he seemed like he was complementing you. “But I’ve never forget my dad’s best experiment… and you,” he circled the chair. “You have your dad’s eyes. Same expression of someone wanting to do the good thing. He was weak.”

“My father was a victim but he was never weak.”

“He was.” And then he smacked your head making you falling from the chair.

Pain rose inside your head, you felt the warm blood streaming on your forehead but also noises from outside.

You smiled weakly. “He’s coming for you.”

“Again, I hope that.”

He moved like a shadow and got out the room, leaving you alone on the floor. You tried to stand slowly. Your head banging and your arm hurting as you felt on that. You heard punches, shooting and yelling.

When the door opened, you fear for your life but a shiny hand helped you to stand properly.

Bucky.

“Y/N,” he was panicking. “My god what did he do?”

“Hit my head… Bucky everything is spinning…”

“Rest on me, sweetie.”

Holding you up, he got the both of you out. You saw the man that was in the room with you, laying on the floor. A bullet in his forehead.

“Not so fast, soldat.” Pierce’s son told in the dark corridor.

Not seeing him, you began to run. Bucky held your body with his metal arm, while the other held a gun. You arrived on the dance floor, empty. No one was there anymore.

As there was no other people in there, or that’s what you both thought, he pushed you under a table moving his attention to Pierce’s son.

He was fast, so damn fast.

Bucky blinked when he shoved him on the ground. No one could tackled down Bucky, but he did it.

You felt the power rising in you, and you tried to stand. In that moment a couple of men, incredibly strong and big, arrived. You stretched your arms ahead of you, pointing at them. White streaks came out of your palms. You felt the power rising in your body and seeing Bucky on the ground, fighting for his life, gave you a purpose.

The two men were strong but you power was stronger. In a second they were on the ground, frozen to death.

Pierce’s son looked at you for a second, while Bucky was still on the ground. “Oh,” he muttered. “We bet on the wrong horse.”

He moved toward you, gun in his belt. As he took it, Bucky swung his legs making his losing the balance.

He regained it quickly and pointed the gun at Bucky’s chest. “I wouldn’t,” he smiled. “Don’t want your boyfriend to suffer, right?”

In a rush of adrenaline, you made the chandelier shaking. Seeing a white aura around you, Pierce’s son looked up at the chandelier. In that moment, you stroke at him. Falling down, he pressed the trigger of the gun and a bullet landed in Bucky’s side.

“BUCKY!” You yelled full of anger.

Pierce’s son laid down on the ground dead. You slid toward Bucky, crawling on the floor.

You rest your palms on his side and cried.

“Please... Bucky stay with me. Please don’t leave me.”

You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating. Your hands began to glow, feeling the powers flooding from your body to his.

It happened all fast around you, but you were concerned only about Bucky and saving his life.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you flinched lifting your right hand in the air while the left one remained on Bucky.

“Whoa,” John lifted his arms. “It’s me. What happened?”

The rest of the team and Valentina entered.

“I don’t know… I really don’t… I killed him,” you said, pointing your head toward Pierce’s body. “But he pulled the trigger… an-and it reached Bucky’s side…”

Under your palms, Bucky began breathing normally again.

You laid on the ground tired. Your healing power didn’t affect you but with the blood still coming out of your head, it was another situation.

The paramedics took over. “Ma’am,” one of them said to you. “You did it amazing but let us work now.”

His tone was sweet so he let him.

On the ambulance, after sticked the pads on Bucky from the machine, you took his hand. He removed the oxygen mask, letting it slide on his face.

“No Bucky,” you grabbed the mask. “You need this.”

“Oh god,” he panted. “Am I dead?”

You panicked. “God, no. Bucky you’ll live… you’re gonna be okay.”

“If you say so angel. You’re so beautiful… but not as beautiful as Y/N,”

A breath got stuck in your throat.

“She’s beautiful and I was mean to her… she’s always so nice and kind and gentle… I don’t deserve her… when I kissed her my heart was beating like crazy...”

John behind you in the ambulance, while the other remained in the club, snorted. “Knew it…” he whispered.

“Shut up.”

“Angel?”

“Yes, Bucky?” You said sweetly.

“Would you said it to her?”

“Saying what?”

“That I love her… I’m so sorry for treating her like that… I’d love her even if she was HYDRA…”

“What?” John whispered.

“Later.”

“She’s the only good thing in my life and I wrecked it…”

He began crying and his heartbeat rose. The paramedic in the back of the ambulance yelled. “FASTER! WE’RE LOSING HIM! Miss please,” and pushed you on the side.

“I’m telling her, Bucky.” You cried.

John hugged you tight. “It’s gonna be okay…”

But he couldn’t know that for sure.

In the hospital, Bucky was immediately taken into surgery.

Valentina and the other Avengers came immediately. Bob was there too.

“What happened?” Yelena asked.

You explained them all.

How you were flirting with the man. How you got your head heavy in a second and how you woke up minutes later in a dark room. You told them he was Pierce’s son, and Yelena fought against her tears.

John kept an arm on you. “Why did Bucky told about…” he didn’t knew how he could say it without having implications.

“That he would love me even if I was from HYDRA?” You looked Valentina. “You knew right?”

She nodded.

Everyone kept looking at you.

“I was born from a man tortured by HYDRA. He was an experiment but…” a tears escaped your eye. “The serum failed on him and apparently settled in me.”

“So you are…” Bob began asking.

“No, I’m not a super soldier… but I have those powers and… I’m using them for something good…”

Yelena was now crying. Ava followed her behind. John’s arm still on you and now Bob engulfed all in a hug.

“Come on Valentina,” he told her. “Join us…”

She did.

Yelena personally guided to the medic bay. “You should patch it up,” she said, pointing at the forehead. “It’s bleeding again.”

You looked down.

“Hey,” she lifted your chin. “No one here is angry with you. You’re no HYDRA. You’re an Avenger.”

You hugged her tight. “Can you bring me to Bucky?”

She nodded.

On the other side of the med bay, in a single room, Bucky laid down.

His body totally recovered but he needed rest.

“We gave him something to sleep. He’s gonna need at least a couple of days to rest completely, but you did a great job healing him.”

“Why did he…”

You didn’t know how to say it.

“He had a little heart attack but it’s now all under control. His heart was beating like crazy. You can stay here if you want.”

You stayed there for two days.

You held his hand and caressed his face. Even during sleep, he was the most handsome man ever. His feature relaxed and his mouth slightly raised in the corners.

He woke up after a couple of days. You were still there.

“Angel?” He realised he was talking to you in the ambulance. “God I fumbled.”

“You didn’t,” you caressed his cheek. “I was so worried.”

“If you’re HYDRA… please tell me before I’m gonna do something irresponsible…”

You preceded him and kissed him.

He responded immediately to the kiss. His hands shaking but firmly rested on your head, pulling you into him. He panted when you put your body slightly on him.

“Ouch,” he grunted. “Careful sweetheart.”

“Oh god sorry.”

You sat on the chair near his bed, keeping his hand between yours and explained all to him.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of time but his eyes remained steady on you. “I was worried you were here for them… and I treated you as a threat but,” he snorted. “You’re by far the most kind and amazing woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah I know,” you slid a lock of hair for his face. “The angel told me…” you teased him.

“Please,” he closed his eyes smiling. “Don’t reminded me.”

“I’ll make it as my personal mission, Barnes.”

You both stared at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

“So he’s dead?” He asked you.

“Dead.” You confirmed.

The following days were like a dream. Bucky found himself as a lover boy and you loved it. He waited for you in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“You should rest, Bucky.”

“Can’t,” he kissed your cheek. “Need to make amends for my behaviour.”

Yelena and Ava entered the kitchen and smiled but right after they playfully teased him.

“So he’s dead crumbled first right?”

“Shut up Belova.” He smiled, arm linked to your waist.

“God your such a sap…”

John delighted by the scene, hugged you both. “Found your match I see. Don’t ruin it man.”

“Wouldn’t dream on it…”

Bob looked at you like a little kid watching his parents in love.

Valentina entered unannounced. “Hey look at this,” she sid not surprised.

Bucky had his all body crushed against yours. He leaned behind you, hugging your waist while you spread some jam on a bagel.

“Guys can I talk to you?” She said, serious. “In private?”

You followed her into another room.

“Pierce’s son is definitely dead,” she told.

You and Bucky both huffed relieved.

“You were right about everything Y/N and… I’d like to make you an apology. We should have informed you.”

“I get it why you didn’t, Valentina.”

“Anyway I’m here for those,” she reached in her pocket. “This is for you.”

Bucky picked the envelope. “A reservation for an hotel?”

“It’s my apology gift for you,” she smiled. “Picked a five star hotel here in New York and spent some days resting,” she finished. “But not too much. The world needs you.”

The same night, Bucky chose the most luxurious hotel in town. Spa in the room, meals in bed and a terrace. You left the tower the same exact night, as you were too excited to spent time alone. As you arrived in the massive suite, Bucky immediately orderer room service.

“What you want, doll?” He asked you, cornering you. “I’ll buy you everything you like.”

“Well,” you circled his neck. “Since you were very rude,” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Uh uh,” he moaned.

“Surprise me… let’s see if you’re worthy…”

You removed your hands from his neck and slid toward the bedroom.

As Bucky ordered on the phone, you took all the clothes off. “… yeah thank you. Half and hour? Perfect. Bye.” He hung up. “Doll,” he told you. “It’s gonna be around-”

You hid yourself behind the bedroom’s door, letting only your leg out.

“Doll,” he panted.

“Want to take a shower before eating?” You asked, battling your lashes.

Bucky did definitely want that.

He run to you and you squeaked happily. He was in the bathroom in a second. He looked at you fully.

Naked and glowing.

He saw the ring sitting on your finger. “You still have it.”

“Kinda like it.” You said, entering the shower.

He removed all of his clothes and jumped in the shower with you.

You couldn’t avoid looking at his all body.

His massive frame occupied most of the space. His hard pecks stood in front of you. His hands immediately reached and grabbed your waist. He pushed you against the wall. His cock already hard, pointing up against his stomach. “Yeah… sorry…” he said blushing.

You grabbed the shaft and began stroking it. With your free hand, you pulled him down on your lips. He let you do all.

“Doll,” he panted against your lips.

“You like it?” You asked teasing him.

Your hand become icy cold, a delicious contrast with the hot water running above you.

“Fucking love it…” he grunted, resting his metal hand on the wall.

As his cock twitched in your hand, you removed it from around his cock just as he was about to come.

“What,” he whined at the loss. “Doll,”

You turned and picked up the shampoo. Squeezing it you lather on your hands and then on your scalp. Once your head was all bubbly, you use the remained shampoo and washed his hair.

He bent down his head and let you spread the foam on his head. Your nails scratched his scalp with the perfect amount of force.

Conditioner and body wash, were the following steps.

You rinsed your body then his and stopped the water. You stepped out and took a nice and fluffy towel. Bucky did the same. He was still half hard and shocked.

Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. “Room service.”

Bucky opened, worried his visible excitement was still showing, and gave the waiter a big and overly generous tip.

He brought the cart inside the room, in the living room, where you were waiting for him.

Again, naked.

“You’re killing me…”

“I hope so.”

He positioned the cart in front of the table and pulled off the towel too. You took your time looking at him. He sat and lifted one of the cloches.

The most perfect steak and potatoes appeared. Juicy and tender. A perfect combination of flavour and texture. You drank a little bit of wine, adding warm to your body. Just the sight of a naked super soldier in front of you was enough. When he lifted the last cloche, after finishing your steak and potatoes, you saw the dessert he ordered.

A cup of fresh and red strawberries and whipped cream.

“Why don’t you come here, doll.” He tapped his tight.

You moved on autopilot.

Standing, he glanced again at you. You circled the table and he pulled his chair back. You sat on his tight, legs closed. Your knees grazed his cock.

He grabbed a strawberry and bit into it before pushing it into your lips. You bit where he did and some juice escaped your mouth. He licked it clean and moved down on your chest, where some drops felt too. He closed his lips around your nipple and you moaned at the contact.

“Bucky,”

“Yeah,” he sucked it harder. “Say my name.”

You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and spread it on his lips, then licked it clean all.

His cock twitched and you felt it under your legs. You decided to not let this man suffer. You took some whipped cream and spread it on his tip. You knelt on the ground, between his legs and licked the cream of his body.

“Jesus,” he moaned, as his hand flew into your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him fully. You fought a little gag reflex and sucked him. Hard and deep.

He put his other hand on your head. He guided you but let you have your pace. You felt it twitching into your mouth and sucked him harder. He came with a grunt, holding for some seconds your head there. You looked at him, swallowing all.

He stared at you hungrily and moved the plates on the table. Making the right amount of space, he picked you up and sat you on the table. He spread your legs and dove in your core. You rested your weight on your elbow while your other hand grabbed his hair.

“God, Bucky… please don’t stop.”

He rested his hands on your legs and opened them more. His tongue lapped your clit and hole. Nothing left behind.

As he sensed your core clenching, he inserted two fingers in you. Moving them in and out, he kept sucking on your clit.

“Wanna come Bucky… let me come…”

“Do it,” he sweetly ordered.

You cried out as you came. Wave of pleasure coming out of your body like and explosion and tiny sparks of white light came out from your palms. You sat there panted. Your chest moving up and down.

“God you’re addicting…” He stood up and kissed you.

Both of his hands on your face as he devoured your lips. He picked you up and you squeaked grabbing his neck. He let you down on the bed like you were the most fragile thing ever. You spread your legs more and he laid in between. His cock pressing on your still throbbing core. He kissed you like that night in the club. His hands grabbing your tights before rolling his hips.

“Bucky do something…”

He took his cock in his hand and glided your core with his tip. He passed it between your folds, collecting all the wetness.

“Please,”

He inserted his tip, just the tip, and you moaned at the feeling. He pushed himself more into your pussy. You felt the stretch and every inch of him. He sat there on his knees, fully inside. He let you adjust to his size and then he began to move. He pulled out and pushed back. Your hands grabbed the sheet. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers, holding your arm up. He dipped down to kiss your opened mouth. He dove down more on your collarbone and neck, sucking a point he quickly found out was your weakness.

As you clench more around him, he began to move faster. “I’m coming Bucky…”

“Me too,” he kissed you more. “Come with me.”

Your second orgasm rose inside you. He sealed your mouth with his as he played with your clit with his finger. He walked through your pleasure.

As you came down, he crushed your body with his like a weighted blanket. His body, warm and sweaty, comforting you.

You both remained there for some minutes without talking. He broke the silence. “I’m sorry,” he told you whispering.

“I thought you hated me…” you whispered back. “I really thought you were… I don’t even know what…”

“I’ve never really hated you,” he rose his head, looking straight into your eyes. “I was just scared and if I have to be honest a little scared even if your kindness…”

“What do you mean?”

“You were always so kind and gentle and… I hate to say it but… HYDRA made people this gentle to trick others…”

“Bucky I’d never-”

“I know,” he kissed you sweetly. “Now I know.”

Bucky never stopped asking you sorry. He was truly disgusted by his behaviour but you perfectly understand why he did it.

One year later, you and Bucky were now officially a couple.

The team never stopped teasing Bucky for his behaviour and once you got back from the “apology gift” Valentina gave you, they began trolling the former Winter Soldier.

“So you did crumble, Barnes.” John asked.

It was no point in lying, so he did tell the truth. “Yeah… and I was a moron and an asshole…”

“Indeed she could have someone better,” Yelena teased him and Ava choked on her coffee seeing Bucky’s face.