Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?
Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood
After Petey returned with pizza and another kiss on the cheek the team watched me eat and discussed plans to pinpoint the Hydra base housing Mr. SunscreenAd. With Buckys knowledge and the few locations I knew of there was a decent list that Sam and Peter decided to do recon on in the meantime.
Once my plate was emptied, a very pushy Fury shoved me into Banners arms and ordered us to the med lab, Bucky trailing beside me.
Sitting me down on a table Banner turned to have Friday pull up some scans around my body. "Barnes, would you mind patching her up? I have a few tests I would like to do if that's okay Ali."
"Go for it Doc." With a shrug I turn to Bucky, his scowl still prominent but his hands are gentle as he begins cleaning my wounds.
"Al I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you have enough energy to jump a few feet across the room?"
"Banner she doesn't need to strain herself anymore than she al-"
"Of course I can Doc, I'm fine now." With a small smile and shake of my head I try to let Buck know that it's okay. A second later I'm across the room and his forehead is creasing with some unreachable thought.
"Hm that's interesting.... Al have you ever made an object move? Without having to hold it?"
After hopping back onto the table Bucky begins stitching up the cut on my forehead. I'll never understand why stitches are more sucky than the injury itself. "I've tried but haven't been successful. Why?"
"I need to study the scans more, but from what I can tell you're right in saying it is not simply teleportation. When you jump, you seem to be moving at an atomic level."
"I'm moving atoms as in each individual atom?"
"That's what it looks like. Theoretically speaking, this means that not only can you move inanimate objects but you should also be able to rearrange atoms at will, reshaping their structure essentially. This is why you get so drained when jumping. Your brain pinpoints every single atom inside you and transfers them in less than a second. Your body is basically exploding and imploding in the blink of an eye, and the further you jump the longer you are broken down to an atomic level."
Bucky stopped halfway through dressing the last cut to look at Banner, seemingly lost in translation.
"Well that's- that's a lot. It's nice to know finally, can you update me on any other findings?"
"Of course, you get some rest and Barnes, make sure she eats another high calorie meal in the next hour."
With a short nod Bucky is picking me up and strutting out the door, face grim and solid as stone. "Sarge I can walk just fine, you can put me down."
"I don't really trust your sense of self-preservation at the moment Doll, so forgive me if I ensure your safety while I can."
"Buck what's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"
Pushing the elevator button he looks down at me and grunts softly. "Not mad at you Doll." With a shake of his head his arms tighten around my body, pressing me further into his warmth. "I'm pissed off at the world, at Hydra, at myself. I just- it's always something isn't it? I'm always clueless and lost, never having memories, and it always leads to someone else's pain."
Putting a hand on his scruffy cheek, I guide his face to look at me. "Buck, nothing that happened to me is your fault and i-"
"It is Doll, I could have saved you or gone with you. You wouldn't have had to be alone and tortured for so long. If I had-"
"James Bucky Barnes if you don't shut the hell up and listen to me I will call Wilson and let him carry me to my room." I arch my brow as my thumb brushes over his cheekbone, laughing softly as his mouth snaps shut. "Sarge, what's past is past, it can't be changed. I don't want it to change. I have these powers for a reason and if I improve more I could really help people Buck. I don't regret what I went through. And yeah it sucks that you don't know who I am, but that's not your fault B. Just like all those things the Winter Soldier did wasn't you. Despite what you believe, you are not to blame. You were tortured and used for far longer than I was in much worse ways. I'd kill every Hydra agent I could get my hands on if it meant you'd understand how important you are to the team, how cared for and wonderful and talented. I know the memories, the nightmares, haunt you, and they probably always will because your heart is so big that it just has to feel the loss that doesn't belong to your hands. But you need to understand that the only person you need forgiveness from is yourself Buck. A little secret? Tony forgave you long ago. He saw that you were a good man forced to do bad things and he understood that on some level. I forgive you for throwing me down so many hallways. While you have nothing to be sorry for, you are still forgiven Bucky."
A large, rough hand was gripping my chin as soft lips crashed onto my open ones.
With a small gasp my hands slid up into soft hair, pulling the broken man further into the kiss. It was desperate and passionate, teeth clashing and noses bumping every so often.
The floor swayed beneath me as Bucky walked us to my room, kicking the door open as his lips never left my own. Careful of my sore body, Bucky gently laid us on the bed, his large frame caging me in as my legs wrapped around his waist.
The kiss slowed, desperation turning into wonder, passion into longing. The kind of longing one has for rain after being trapped in the desert for too long. Strong hands that have once ended lives, that are capable of such violence; caress my body like it is made of the finest porcelain. Like I am a gift he is afraid to break. The metal hand is hesitant, almost scared, of the pressure it pressed into the delicate skin of my neck as he tilts my head to the side, lips trialing down my chest, his brand pressed into my very being.
Only then as I finally take a real breath do I notice the wetness upon my cheeks.
Buckys mouth stops above my heart, forehead resting against my shoulder as he listens to the steady beat within me. My hands run up his back, into his hair, and down his broad shoulders until he finally raises his head.
For the first time in years I see the Bucky Barnes I fell in love with. The man running from demons he couldn't see, lost in a time he didn't understand and a mind he no longer owned. His eyes were filled with torment and confusion and anger... and something I'm far too scared to even entertain the thought of just yet.
"I need to remember you Doll. I have to. I know you, I know I do, everything inside of me is screaming at me to remember, to hold you and to protect you. I can't not remember you."
I bring his lips back to mine and press a chaste kiss to them. Giving his nose a little nudge with mine I swipe away the couple tears slowly traveling down his cheeks. "I already told you Sarge, I'll remember for us both. I think you already know I won't tell you any of our stories, just like you know why. I don't want you beating yourself up over things you can't change, agonizing over things you can picture but not remember will make it worse. Plus, I want you to learn to trust me as me, not just who I tell you I am. And if one day you do get those memories back.. well, I hope nothing changes. I hope that we can find our own way even with the missing pieces.."
Pulling him into a deep kiss, I arch into his body and promptly jump to the other side of the room, leaving him sprawled out and confused on the bed.
Turning towards the bathroom I strip off my top and throw it towards the bed. "I think I need to shower this wonderful day off now." After turning on the hot water I poke my head back out the door. "Well Sarge, are you coming?"
My last coherent thought as I run to the shower in a fit of giggles is I have never seen a man so rugged and serious look so much like a kid on Christmas morning in my life.
Fucking Barnes. I swear I hate that stupidly attractive, oh-so-chivalrous, Mr. OverProtective assbutt. Waltzing into the shower with a cocky smirk, body on display for my eyes only. That stupid arrogant chuckle when he heard my heart skip at the beauty (and size) of him.
Here I am being oh so kind and lovely, offering him a nice hot shower with a very naked me.
And he has the AUDACITY to actually care about my well-being and say "Doll I just stitched you up myself and as much as I'd like to fuck you until you're a screaming, begging mess, it's going to have to wait until you have the energy for me."
Stupid Barnes with his bubble filled hair and soap slicked body. With his stupid strong hands currently spreading shampoo through my hair, sometimes stopping to massage my neck and run along my shoulders. So so so stupid.
With a groan I lean my head against his chest feeling his body rumble as he lets out a soft chuckle. His beard scratches dangerously against my throat as he leans down to whisper into my ear. “Turn around Draga mea.”
A shiver rolls down my body as I slowly spin around to face him, cursing the man the whole whole of course. Until he tenderly begins to clean around my wounds, blue eyes rarely leaving mine, emotions crashing like tidal waves beneath the surface.
Once he finishes the delicate task, his hand begins to travel along my ribs, a sultry smirk making its way to his face. “That was a dirty trick you played earlier Draga, it’s not nice to tease.”
“The only one teasing here is you Sarge.” I pluck the rag from his hand and take a step back, allowing the hot water to run down my body. My empty hand slides slowly over the mound of a breast, gliding down my stomach only to glide back up to pinch and soothe one of my nipples. The other begins running the soapy rag over my chest and down my stomach, eyes never leaving Buckys darkening ones. “You probably couldn’t make me scream anymore anyways. What do they say about age? And virility? Oh yeah-”
Suddenly I was smashed between the wall and a giant super soldier with lust blown, glaring eyes pressing his body into mine. His hands gripped my hips so hard there would inevitably be bruises in the morning. Not that I minded. At all.
A small squeak escapes my lips as he shoves his (beefy) thigh between my own pressed it flush against my core. My breath reduced to shallow pants within seconds as he trails his lips up my neck only stoping to leave little Bucky Bites until his nose is nuzzling at my ear. “You’ve got quite the mouth Babydoll, I would fuck that attitude out of you but I think you need to learn a lesson don’t you?”
Before I can even open my mouth he is pulling my hips down hard against his thigh, rocking them in an agonizingly slow pace, his muscles tendering every few seconds.
“Soaked and begging already? My beautiful girl, you’re just gagging for my cock aren’t you.”
The muscles in my stomach tense as Bucky leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and tongue, letting it out with a soft pop, only to repeat the process until I’m a whimpering mess.
Letting out a load groan I press my hip against Buckys hard cock and rock into him. “Bucky, Buck, please, I need you, needed you for so long.”
A startled gasp followed by a loud moan escapes my lips as Buckys fingers press against my clit, metal hand pinching and rolling my nipples as his delicious mouth pressed into mine. His tongue traces my lips, pressing its way into me as his fingers begin circling my clit faster. Breathy moans are captured between his bruising kiss, teeth nipping and pulling at my lips as my hands explore the dip of each muscle, brushing through the trail of hair leading to his impressively rigid cock, trailing over his shoulder and scratching down his strong back.
I lay my hand over his metal one, feeling him immediately tense up as I wrap my fingers around his and nudge his flesh hand away, replacing it with cool metal. With a soft moan I rock my body into his, pressing my heated core against his soothingly cool fingers. I pull my lip between my teeth, biting it nervously as I look up to see Buckys reaction.
My hips jolt when he lets out a dark growl, his eyes predatory yet filled with a warmth meant for me. Once again my back is shoved into the wall, his lips kissing bruises into my own, as his fingers make there way to my entrance, teasing swipes until he finally, finally, pushes one inside. My body clenches he’s around him, begging to be filled but desperate enough to start riding the single digit.
“Look at you Draga, so desperate for release, body practically begging to be fucked by me. Fuck. You’re gonna be the end of me, I just know it.”
Another finger enters and then another, cool metal shifting and vibrating inside me. All I can do is moan in response, breathing out a broken Bucky as my hand wraps around his cock.
His jaw tenses as a low grunt is heaved from his chest. He’s about to protest until I begin to pump his large length, my thumb swilling over the head every few pumps. A growl rumbles through his chest and then he starts to absolutely tail my pussy with his metal fingers. He wraps an arm around my waist and uses it to pull my body down harder onto his hand, my breasts bouncing, his beard leaving burns on the sensitive flesh as he sucks them into his mouth once more.
“Bucky, oh Buck, missed you, this, fuck, you’re so- I jus-”
With a whimper I cut myself off before I say something I shouldn’t. I can feel Buckys abs begin to tense and I know he’s getting close, and suddenly his thumb is rubbing my clit with a fiery passion, his fingers crooked and hitting that spot inside just so.
I’m a screaming mess, Buckys name falling from my lips like honey. The knot is coiling so tight I’m scared of letting it go, of this ending after so long waiting for my rain.
“Say it again Draga, scream my name so pretty, let them hear.”
The coil fucking shatters. My back arches from the wall as my hand twists, Buckys name ripped from my lungs like a gasp for air until I feel his mouth connect with mine again. His kiss is soft and warm as his fingers slow inside me, his cum coating our stomachs.
“What was that about virility and not making you scream? I think my old age is affecting my hearing Doll.”
A tired giggle tumbles from my mouth as I lightly hit his shoulder. “I was just humoring you Sarge, can’t let your poor ego get hurt now can we.”
With his face pressed into my neck he left a smattering of soft kisses and bites, his smile pressed into my skin the whole time.
“How kind of you Doll, I’ll be sure to avoid touching this pretty pussy again so you won’t have to go through the pure torture of humoring me and my ego though. Will that make you happy?”
Pressing a kiss to his lips I nuzzle my nose along his throat until I reach the spot behind his ear, nipping and sucking until a beautiful red mark starts to form.
Pulling away I look up at him, slowly bringing my cum cover hand to my lips, tongue capturing every drop, Buckys jaw tensing and his hands giving my hips a warning squeeze. “If that was torture, I’d be happy to let you do whatever you want with me for however long you’ll have me Sarge.”
In a blink I’m outside the tub wrapping a fluffy towel around my dripping body. “You were right about my energy levels too, I’m starving, you gonna come eat dinner with me Handsome?”
