#buckyfluff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You are insecure because Bucky seems to be avoiding getting intimate with you. But after a heart to heart talk he shows you how wrong you are with that...

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: hurt/comfort. mention of trauma. kissing. anxiety. established relationship. slight nsfw +18 (because of fingering and stuff).

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His lips were gently touching yours. Your fingers ran through his thick hair and wandered to his broad shoulders in search of support. Bucky sighed and leaned even deeper into the kiss. His weight above you pushed you further into the pillow. His bionic hand was on your hip while he held himself up with the other next to your head.

You just recently got together and since then there was hardly a moment when you could keep your hands off each other.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible, so you wrap a leg around his hip to pull him down to you until your hips could touch.

Bucky froze.

„What is it?” You ask uncertainly.

Bucky swallowed hard. “I - I think I’d should go now.”

Without waiting for your answer, he left your room. The feeling of shame gripped your chest. Did you go too far? You had never talked about the next step, but somehow got to this point anyway.

What if he don’t want that? What if he doesn’t want you in that way?

The next morning your head ached like hell from the restless night with fearful thoughts.

Coffee. Coffee is the solution for everything. At least it made you responsive when Steve entered the kitchen.

„As I can see, I can save myself the ‘good morning’,” he joked and grabbed a cup from the shelf.

You give him an annoyed look. “Spare yourself, Cap.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Damn you’re in a bad mood. What did Bucky do now?”

You put down your coffee cup and rest your chin on your hands. “Nothing at all. That’s the weird thing.”

„Come again?”

You hesitate for a moment. “How comfortable are you talking to me about my sex life?”

Steve spit the sip of coffee back into the cup and started coughing hard. Smiling, you pat him on the back, even if it didn’t seem to help.

„That wasn’t on my to-do list,” Steve said when he caught his breath again. “But I’m all ears.”

You lift yourself onto the kitchen counter and let your legs dangle. “We had a really nice evening together yesterday. It was getting late and then ... well then we had...”

„Sex?“ 

„No! Well I mean that’s what it came down to ... I think.”

Steve leaned with his hip go the counter. “You have to be a little more specific if you want my help.”

A frustrated sigh escaped you. “We had ... a moment.”

„A moment?”

„Yes. It became ... well more intimate. And then Bucky suddenly behaved very strangely, as if he was afraid of something. Then he left.”

Steve nodded silently. He seemed to think about your problem and was looking for the right words.

„Did you two ever had ...?”

„No. But this is not the first time he withdraws from me. Usually he just interrupts the kiss or something. But this time... this time it was different.”

You wipe a tear out of the corner of your eye before it could run down your face.

“I think I know what’s going on,” Steve said, squeezing your hand for comfort.

You snort. “He doesn’t want me that way... right?”

„Fuck no that’s certainly not it,” laughed Steve and you stud at the curse that came over his lips.

“Listen. Bucky is my best friend and I know exactly how he behaves when he is attracted to someone. And believe me, he’s acting even more like a love-sick idiot with you than ever before.”

Your cheeks got warm at the thought of him being in … love with you.

Steve looked away. “We both come from a different time. A lot has changed and a lot of time has passed. It was hard for me to build a wide variety of relationships with others, so I don’t want to imagine how hard it is for Bucky.

„So you mean Bucky withdraws because he doesn’t know what to do?”

Steve nodded cautiously. “Maybe. He’s been through a lot. Has seen and experienced things that I would not wish on my worst enemy. If I were in his place, it would be difficult for me too.”

That made you think. And a little part of you knew Steve could be right. 

„Thank you, Cap.”

Steve tapped his forehead with two fingers. “At your service, ma’am.”

That same evening you found yourself in front of the door to Bucky’s room.

Quietly you knock on the door before you let yourself in. Bucky sat with a bent posture over his side table and scribbled something on paper.

“Hey, Buck,” you say softly to draw attention to yourself.

Bucky turned to you and stood up immediately. “Hey, Doll”

His hands found their place on your hips and he pulled you into a deep kiss.

Every fiber of your body threatened to fall apart in his hands. It took you a lot of strength not to sink against his hard chest.

A little out of breath, you stopped the kiss.

Think. You came to talk. No pressure.

„What are you doing?”, you ask instead, nodding to the desk.

Bucky grinned. “I’ll show you.”

His blue eyes flashed excitedly and he brushed a few lost strands of hair from his face. Your gaze glided over his muscular arm, which didn’t exactly help to keep a clear head.

Oh great heavens. God help me.

„Do you like it?”

He pointed to a drawing made with a charcoal pencil. It was a face. It was your face.

„Bucky ... you drew me?” Your voice trembled with emotion.

He stood close behind you so that your back was leaning directly against his chest and stomach. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

„We haven’t seen each other today, so I had to distract myself. I can’t last long not being with you.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. Damn you hormones.

„It’s beautiful, Bucky. You have an incredible talent.”

He turned you around to him and put the index finger of his bionic hand under your chin. “It’s not half as beautiful as the original.” 

His lips rested on yours and a desperate sigh escaped you. Your hands moved into his neck and sought a hold. Bucky groans as you softly bury your fingers in his hair. In response, your body pressed even tighter against his, as if by itself. The kiss became more intense and...

„Wait.” Your breathing stumbled but you manage to bring distance between you two. “Wait, please.”

Bucky looked at you alarmed. “What is it, doll? Did I do something wrong?”

And there it was.

Clear as day. Bucky looked downright remorse. As if all his worst fears had come true.

Steve was right.

„No, you did everything right. I’m the one who did something wrong.”

Shaking your head, you step away from him and let yourself sink on the bed. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”

Confused, he sank to his knees and rested his hands on the mattress next to your thighs. “What are you apologizing for?”

Because of his size, you were still at eye level, even if he knelt on the floor in front of you.

“For what happened yesterday.”

Understanding flashed in his eyes before he lowered his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You put a hand on his rough cheek. “I pushed you.”

Bucky laughed unluckily, then kissed your palm and looked up at you again. “No, you haven’t. The fact that I had to end this so quickly yesterday and ran away was certainly not because you pushed me to do something I don’t want to do. Believe me, I want that. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

His words alone made your body tremble. The desire to be close to him grew immeasurably and brought the almost physical pain.

„But why ... I mean what can I do to ...?”

Bucky grabbed your hips with a firm grip, but did not move further. The intensity of his touch was not painful but much more desperate.

„Every time you kiss me, everything in me just explodes. It’s like you’re dropping gasoline into me and then lighting it all up. I can’t control the feeling and ... that worries me.”

You kiss him on the forehead and elicit a smile from him.

„But that’s not all. I ... the last time I slept with someone was - well over a hundred years ago. And I can’t remember a lot of that time. Especially the good things - the good memories were damaged. So if you touch me - if you kiss me, then I want to do so much more with you ... but I don’t know how anymore.”

Embarrassed, he closed his eyes and made a face as if he was punched in the gut.

Carefully you slide closer to him, so that you had to spread your legs further. “Then it has nothing to do with the fact that you don’t want me the way I want you?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped open and the lust that was reflected in them was so intense that you wanted to kneel down. His lips parted and you could feel his breathing quicken with a heartbeat.

„You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you? The thought that you want me? That alone is enough to drive me crazy, doll.”

A devilish smile settled on your lips. “If that’s the case...”

With trembling fingers you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it gently but firmly. Bucky leaned back a bit so you could take it off.

Then your own top also wandered to the floor next to his.

Bucky swallowed hard. His beautiful face was like that of a thirsty man and he literally devoured you with his gaze.

„How about we create new memories together?”

Bucky hesitated. “Love ... what if I lose control?” His gaze flew to his bionic arm. “What if I hurt you?”

You kiss him gently. “I trust you. You’re a good man, Bucky. You’re strong and I know you’d never hurt me, no matter what.”

That seemed to break his resistance.

In a matter of seconds, Bucky had grabbed you and pulled you to him. His lips pressed hungrily on yours, conquering you and driving you crazy.

With a smooth movement he stood up, put your legs around his hips and laid you on the bed. Your hands explored his bare chest and wandered over his broad shoulders to his back.

Everything about him was warm and inviting. Strong but not threatening. Demanding but not intimidating. His body was clearly acting on autopilot, because nothing of his insecurities could be noticed.

He gently bit your throat which made you moan in surprise.

He faltered.

„Sorry I ...”

„Don’t you dare to you apologize for that!”

Your voice was so full of lust that it made Bucky grin. He slowly understood that you liked what he did to you.

„Give me your hand.”

He hesitated. Obviously he didn’t know which one you meant. Bionic or flesh.

You point to the bionic. “Do you feel everything with it?”

„Not always. The sensors imitate what I should feel, but it’s not the same.”

Before he could dive too much into the thought, you took his other hand and showed him the way between your legs.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he understood. He don’t have to be asked twice.

Slowly his hand moved under the waistband of your pants and panties and found your most sensitive spot. You gasp for air, claw at him and bend towards him.

His fingers moved in circles and agonizingly slow. And Bucky enjoyed every little sound he caused with it.

He covered you with little kisses. Shoulder. Clavicle. Neck. Jaw. Chin. Cheek. Lips.

You got dizzy from his affection.

“I could do this forever. Watching you fall apart under me. Because of me. God, you’re so beautiful.”

His hand movements became faster. Your hip twitched uncontrollably.

„Bucky …“ 

“Cum for me, love.”

And you did.

Bucky held you in his arms as the wave of climax collapsed over you. He pressed gentle kisses on your heated skin, whispered sweet words in your ear and smiled more than just satisfied.

“You definitely know how to do that,” you say breathlessly and giggle.

„I thought you might have liked it.”

With a cheeky grin you straighten up and get rid of your pants and panties, then your hands find the waistband of his pants and pulled it until the two of you were completely naked.

You put a hand on his chest, feel the wildly pounding heart underneath and made him lean back. Then you settle down on his lap and thus also on him.

Bucky groaned, wrapped his arms around you and looked up at you as if you were a goddess.

„Fuck, doll.“

“Yes, please.”

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My love for Bucky Barnes has reawoken my fanfiction era so bearwith me, I gotta relearn how to use Tumblr.

Bucky Barnes

Safe Series: R18, Long. Slow burn. "Enemies" to Lovers. Fluff

You're an Avenger, you get hurt on a mission, you and Bucky are in a safe house in Budapest. ( I'm not good with summaries; Avengers slice of life fic, Bucky is pining after you just as badly as you are for him. Flirty, tension, possessive Bucky, sarcastic reader, bantering. Tony-Natasha- Steve-Clint-Thor all live in tower. It's fluffy as all hell, but there's some serious smut moments so be warned.

I got really carried away with this one, and by carried away I mean this is like novel sized fan fiction. I am deeply ashamed at how fast I wrote this compared to the size.

I have somewhat proof read but there could still be a few mistakes just due to me missing something. Grammar isn’t a strong suit but I tried.

It’s all typed out and complete, it’s just the editing, so stay with me on this. Please I need something good to come from my shame.

WARNINGS WILL BE AS PER CHAPTER.

Safe Chapter One

Safe Chapter Two

Safe Chapter Three

Safe Chapter Four

Safe Chapter Five

Safe Chapter Six

Safe Chapter Seven

Safe Chapter Eight R18/MDI

Safe Chapter Nine R18/MDI

Safe Chapter Ten

Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: This was intended to be a one-part story but the lovely response it got on AO3 has prompted me to make it a series. I now have a ten-page word document of plot in bullet points to get through so, enjoy!

Am I writing two series simultaneously? Yes. Has this ever worked out for me in the past? No.

Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 703

Genera: Fluff

“Come on, doll, it looks adorable on you!”

Part 1  The beginning

Warnings:torture,brainwash(if thats a warning) and I think thats it

Word count: 1045 words

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There you were, being tortured again because you didn’t answer immediately when the soldiers asked you to report your mission. You had just come back from a mission in France to eliminate a possible threat to HYDRA. You were strapped to a cold metal chair, ready to be brainwashed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Words: 1,013 A/N: Hieeee! I hope this is what you had in mind because I had so much fun writing it! Thank you so much and I loved this request because I am terrified of thunder and the rain after my last car accident lmao. I have a few more slots open for requests so you can send them here if you want to request something!

Another crack of thunder echoed in the distance and you flinched, nearly spilling your cup of tea. You resigned yourself to a night in when you checked the weather that morning and it showed a one hundred percent chance of thunderstorms throughout the night. Bucky asked if you wanted to go out, but you made some excuse to stay home. It hurt having to tell him “no” and the disappointment in his voice almost changed your mind. You knew better than to go out in the middle of a storm so you got a cup of tea, shut all the windows and wrapped yourself in a blanket on your couch.

You tried to distract yourself, but each clap of thunder was louder than the last and put you more on edge. Before long, you were clutching your cup of cold tea that you hadn’t even bothered to take a sip of as the storm raged on. Some documentary played on your television, but you had lost interest a few minutes in. Even through the closed curtains, the lightning outside lit up your living room and sent chills down your spine.

A distraction finally came when your phone rang from the kitchen. You grabbed your blanket, wrapped it around yourself like a cape, and fumbled through the dark until you found your ringing phone on the counter. Would it have been easier to turn on the light? Most likely, but this way just made more sense. You picked up your phone to see Bucky was calling you and you smiled a goofy grin at his picture on your screen.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You went through something traumatic and won’t speak to anyone. But Bucky has an idea how to comfort you without words.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: hurt/comfort. talking with hands (sign). trauma. mental health. crying. gentle Bucky. he has a crush on you.

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“She doesn’t speak a word,” Natasha said as she stepped out of your room.

A small group had formed in the hallway. Steve, Pepper, Bruce, and Tony had been waiting in front of your door.

A few steps away - in the living room, Bucky stood and looked down at the lively city. The sun was already setting and the lights were starting to light up.

He listened to the others’ conversation.

“Whatever happened to her must have been terrible. The poor thing,” Pepper sighed.

Steve nodded in agreement. “I never expected anyone could survive several days down there. The basement was not exactly well isolated. Someone should have heard her.”

The Avengers rescued you from a dilapidated building three days ago. You should have been on a trip with your friends. The team didn’t get the notice that you didn’t show up at the airport until two days later. Presumably your friends thought something had come up or you would have changed your mind about the trip.

Hot anger pulsed in Bucky’s veins at the thought of the things you had to go through. Infinitely many different horror versions rushed past his inner eye. Each one worse than the previous one.

“Maybe we should let Friday talk to her,” Tony said. “People may scare her and it’s easier for her to talk to a computer.”

Bucky snorted at his idea, attracting the attention of the others.

“Do you have anything to say, Barnes?” Tony sounded challenging, but Bucky knew he was secretly out of any ideas. A unique experience.

“A machine can’t help her.”

“And what do you think we should do then?” Natasha asked.

Bucky turned to his friends. A gloomy expression was on his face.

“Nothing at all.” With that he disappeared and left the others a little perplexed in the hallway. They were used to the fact that Bucky was always a bit of a loner and mysterious, but since they took you in he was even stranger than before.

Bucky knew what they thought of him. He saw the alert in their eyes. The worry he would fall back into the Winter Soldier mode at any time. He saw their pity.

And it made him sick.

No one knew what was really going on in him. None of the Avengers knew how deep his feelings were for you. Not even you knew, because he hadn’t dared to tell you before. You were the only person who didn’t look at him like he was fragile like a bomb.

No, when you look at him, Bucky didn’t see fear or pity in your eyes. It felt like you were seeing his real self.

He waited until everyone had fallen asleep to quietly knock on your door. Bucky knew you’d be awake. With quiet steps, he entered your room and closed the door behind him.

When he looked up, he was almost out of breath. You were sitting in the back corner of the room. Crouched together and with eyes wide open. The face told a story of fear and terror.

But still the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on.

Bucky tried to stay calm. You seemed so small and fragile that he was afraid to scare you away with a thoughtless movement. 

Slowly he walked over to the bed and sat down on the floor next to it. With his back he leaned against the soft mattress. All without saying a word.

Your eyes followed each of his movements and as he sat down, he could hear you breathe a sigh of relief. Bucky realized that it was a reaction to the fact that he wouldn’t get any closer to you. He understood.

For a while, no one said anything. You didn’t even look at each other. The silence in the room was not necessarily unpleasant, but it weighed heavily. For Bucky, it was a sense of understanding, because he once felt the same way. Although he did not know what happened to you, but he knew this expression on your face all too well.

For a while, he had seen it in the mirror every day.

“It was dark there. Am I right?” Bucky finally asked softly and looked around the brightly lit room.

He saw how you cringe barely noticeably and he wanted to punch himself for scaring you.

You gave him a slight nod.

“Does it hurt to speak?” he asked. Bucky wondered if you might have been hurt in the throat, even if he couldn’t see anything like that.

You shake your head.

He nodded. “I understand. You don’t have to say anything if you can’t. I’m just here so you’re not alone. Whatever happened... I’m here for you.”

A shadow chased over your face and briefly Bucky feared he would have said too much but then you raise your hands and make the gesture for Thanks.

A gentle smile played around his lips and he also raised his hands. You’re welcome.

Bucky saw your surprised expression about the fact that he also knew sign language.

I learned to talk with my hands to communicate with my comrades on the battlefield. Some things you never forget.

You nod again. I had no idea.

Bucky shrugged. There’s a lot I haven’t been able to tell you yet.

He saw you become interested. Barely noticeable, your posture changed from closed to curious.

For example?

Bucky thought about it. He was pretty sure that you already knew about his past like everyone else on the team. And it wouldn’t be the best move to talk to you about his trauma when you obviously have something to process yourself.

I speak five languages fluently.

An impressed smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. It wasn’t enough to call it a real smile, but enough to show him that you’re at least not closing yourself off from him.

Did you learn them on your missions? Back then?

Bucky faltered. Surprised that you asked him about his past.

You saw his astonishment and responded with a quick - Sorry!

No! I don’t mind talking to you. He smiled reassuringly. And yes, I have learned some of the languages through my assignments over the years. It made it easier for them to pass the order on to me efficiently.

You hesitate. Can you remember everything?

Bucky swallowed hard. I can remember every detail.

Your hands began to tremble. Also to the pain?

Bucky’s entrails cramped painfully. Not because he remembered the pain, he was used to it.

Only with difficulty did he manage to move his hands calmly and in a controlled manner. Did someone hurt you? Are you in pain?

Tears went into your eyes and jerkily you bury your hands in the oversized hoodie. Bucky didn’t move and it demanded everything from him. Your reaction was answer enough for him. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to take you in his arms and never let go. But he remained there at the foot of the bed. Watch as you turn away from him and let the gaze wander out of the window.

The conversation was over. He had gone too far and you feel cornered. And Bucky accepted the fact that you’re shutting yourself in from him again.

But he still wouldn’t leave you alone.

He lowered his head backwards against the mattress and closed his eyes. If all he could give you was his silent company, then he would persevere here and wait.

After some time, Bucky heard a soft rustle of movement, but he didn’t open his eyes or move a muscle. Waiting, he sat there and listened to your movements.

Then he felt a gentle pressure in his lap and on his chest. You had curled up on him, like a puppy seeking protection. Your head rested directly above his fluttering heart and he felt your fingers clawed into the thick fabric of his hoodie.

“Yes. I was hurt.” Your voice was nothing more than a soft whisper. A scratchy sound that broke Bucky’s heart into a thousand pieces.

He wrapped his arms around your trembling body and gently pressed you against himself. Your sobs kept him awake for the rest of the night, but he was glad he was allowed to be the one who dried your tears.

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➡️ language of a heart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You got injured during a unauthorised solo mission. Bucky senses that something is wrong even if you try to hide it from him.

Wordcount: 1k~ish

Warnings: blood. hurt/comfort. injuries. Bucky being mad at you for hiding it. established relationship. boyfriend Bucky. protective boyfriend. light angst.

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A throbbing pain made you inhale sharply. Your hand found the source and you exert pressure to slow down the bleeding.

Fortunately, your combat suit was black as the night, wich made it impossible to see how much the stab wound was bleeding. The last thing you needed right now was a lesson on safety in action.

Yes, the others had warned you about going alone.

Yes, you agreed not to leave without a backup.

Yes, you promised Bucky not to do anything stupid or daring.

But you are a Thunderbolt. You don't stop yourself with unnecessary planning. You throw yourself into the fight and hope that everything will end well.

This time everything went well. Except for that tiny little sting wound in your side, just below the ribs. Nothing too bad.

Hot pain chased through your body and you had to hold on to the stair railing. Okay, maybe it wasn't nothing.

You straighten your back, take a deep breath and put on a confident and relaxed smile. Only over your dead body, would you admit to the others that they were right.

"Thank God, she's finally here!" Bob jumped up from the couch and carelessly threw the open book over his shoulder. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

You swallow a painful cry and return the hug.

"We were so worried about you!"

Yelena pierced you with her eyes and frowned ready to pick a fight. “What were you thinking? Turn off your tracker and go on a solo mission... in the middle of the night! Without telling anyone where you're going?!” She stomped at you in a rage and as a reflex you put a hand over the hidden wound.

Yelena didn't seem to notice. "Do you have any idea what I was forced to listen to the whole fucking day from your boyfriend? Bucky robbed my last nerve!”

“Sorry, guys. But it's all done," you say with a satisfied smile and wrap your arms in front of your chest.

Yelena rolled her eyes. "I know that. Of course I knew you could do it, but for heaven's sake, don't do it again. Take the man with you next time, even if only for him to watch you.”

At that moment, said man entered the common room of the Thunderbolts Tower. Bucky looked annoyed but when your eyes met you could see that he was equally relieved to see you safe (well almost) again.

„Thank god.“ Bucky put his hands on your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss.

The kiss felt so good that it banished the pain from your thoughts for a brief moment.

"I was worried, doll."

You grin. "I told you I'm capable of taking care of myself."

Bucky looked at you as if he knew something was wrong. "I never doubted you, love. But you can't expect me not to worry about your safety.” He took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles without taking his eyes off you.

You feel your vision blurring, which was definitely due to the blood loss. Time to get out of here and treat your wounds behind closed doors.

"I'm going to take a shower." You say goodbye to the others before they can ask any more questions and leave a deeply confused Bucky with them.

On the way to your room, you grab a small sewing set from the drawer in the kitchen. Arrived in the bathroom, all self-control fell from you and your body allowed itself to react appropriately to the throbbing pain.

Your breathing was shallow and fast. You sink to the ground on the wall next to the door and an uncontrolled tremor seized your entire body.

With nimble fingers you take off the combat suit and enjoy the feeling of the cool tiles against your skin. Then you prepare to sew the gaping wound, but you had difficulty threading the thread through the needle.

A knock made you twitch and hiss in pain.

"Love? What was that?”

You're gasp. "Bucky! Fuck... uhm I'll be right back. I just need a ... I need...”

But even before you came up with a good explanation, the door was already opened and a shocked Bucky entered the bathroom.

„What the fuck?!“ He called and sank to his knees next to you. „Are you serious, doll?“

He looked at the wound more closely and reached for towels to hold them under running water. "You're hiding from us that you're hurt? You're not telling me that you were stabbed?!”

Bucky carefully cleaned the wound. "I love you, but I'd really like to snap your neck right now."

You snort in amusement, which made you wince again. “I didn't want you to worry. It's just a small flesh wound. No big deal.”

“No big deal? Love, you're pale as a ghost and lying bleeding on the fucking floor! This thing can hardly get any bigger.”

Even though his face was distorted by anger and frustration, Bucky was still the most beautiful man you've ever seen. It seemed to be the wrong moment to think something like that, but it was the only thing you could focus on right now. The blood-loss turned your brain into scrambled eggs. You raise a trembling hand and gently place it on his cheek.

He looked at you. Worrying and yet breathtaking.

"I'm sorry."

Bucky kissed your palm. "I know, love. I forgive you, but please never do that again. Don't hide from me. Don't run away from me. When shit goes sideways, you run to me, not from me, okay?"

A slight nod was all you could achieve. Your eyes filled with tears. Deep guilt cut through your guts and made you feel even more shitty. Bucky kissed your forehead and devoted himself again to take care of the wound.

After a while, the bleeding stopped. The bloody towels ended in the trash. Bucky had carried you to the bed and then he laid down with you. Exhaustion overpowered you and your eyes became heavy, but the guilt kept you awake.

"Bucky?" Your voice sounded small and ashamed. “I really didn't want to scare you like that. All I wanted was to prove that I can handle my own. I wanted people to be able to rely on me when it gets serious.”

His gaze softened and Bucky pushed himself up on an elbow to look at you. "I know why you did it and I don't blame you. Love, you don't have to prove anything to anyone and especially not before me. I know how strong you are. Damn, I don't know anyone who is tougher than you."

He kissed your temple. "So don't think about it as a weakness that I can't let you go alone. I'm here to protect you and to have your back. There is no shame in that.”

You snuggle up to his warm chest and gently press your lips to the place where his heart sits. “So you're my sidekick?“

Bucky laughed. “I'm everything you want. At any time.”

"Always?"

"Forever."

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