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Found you these:

Critical Miss(ion) by insomnia1999, whatthefoucault (complete |  23,757 | T)

When Bucky messes up on his second solo mission as Captain America he expects a lot of things – a write-up, extra paperwork, remedial training. Heck, even being fired.

What he doesn't expect is being told to play Dungeons & Dragons.

Featuring the Avengers as Family, D&D games, and a whole lot of snacks.

Cookies and Cthulhu by diner_drama (complete | 11,317 | T)

The Rise Bakery was a homely type of place, for an establishment run by three ex-assassins.

After retiring from Special Forces with a sizeable pension, a lot of weight on his conscience, and a top-of-the-line prosthetic arm, Bucky Barnes was ready to start doing some good. 

Part 1 of The Rise Bakery

It Gets Worse! - The Forgotten Prince by EssieFreds (complete | 254,090 | T)

The boys play Dungeons and Dragons. Peter's the DM, Tony's a bard, and It Gets Worse! 

Part 2 of The 'It Gets Worse!' Universe (Earth-293156)

A Tale of Misunderstandings* by TheVoidHuntress (oneshot | 2,942 | T) *chose not to warn

There was a request on Twitter for misunderstandings between being a DM for D&D and a DM for BDSM. I have... delivered. I got way too invested in something this minor. But I had a blast. And hell maybe I'll even continue it, write some more. Who knows. I certainly don't.

Oh Master, My (Dungeon)Master by YesDanger (oneshot | 4,467 | E)

Bucky has been toying with the idea of going to a professional to see to his more niche personal needs. Steve has been DMing for a little bit, and is starting a new campaign with some mutual buddies when he hears his best friend Bucky is looking for a DM. They are both very confused by what follows. 

Only this one, so far:

The Hunt by spacebuck (WIP |12,524 | E)

Smoke curls around his wrist, caressing the skin with a gentle touch. There’s a gentle caw, then the Raven is landing on his shoulder, smoke swirling down until it’s tangible, heavy. Claws dig into the leather of his coat, but Bucky doesn’t look, just lifts a hand. There’s a scroll between his fingers, curled tight enough to be gripped by the Raven’s claws, and the Raven takes it with a chitter of his beak.

“Yes, it has to be this way,” Bucky says in response, eyes on the figure below. The silver sword glints as it swings, cleaving apart the shrieking swarm of harpies. “He can’t know what happened.”

There’s another chitter, then an indignant squawk as Bucky straightens abruptly. The Raven hops his way down to the fencepost Bucky had been leaning on, flutters his wings.

“I don’t care,” Bucky responds. “He cannot know.”

This one?

don't need no trouble (but sometimes trouble needs me) by vulpesarctica (WIP | 2,826 | M)

In any universe, trouble seems to find Steve Rogers no matter what.

or

Steve wakes up in the year 2287 after being cryogenically frozen in an underground Vault for over two centuries. When he emerges in post-nuclear-apocalypse Massachusetts, he tries to carve out a new life in what is now known as the Commonwealth with the help of his new friend Sam Wilson, and come to terms with the fact that everyone he ever loved is dead. Except, well... one of them isn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16709182

Try this:

The Sins of Our Fathers* by inflomora, noirhound (complete |33,943 | M) *graphic violence

His family called him Bucky.

The arenas in Athens called him the Winter Soldier.

The Spartan Brotherhood calls him Iakov. He defends the light from the dark that once coursed through his veins.

When the location of the Tesseract—a powerful Piece of Eden—is made known to the Brotherhood by a pair of Assassins from Athens, it is up to Iakov and his men to secure it before the Order of Hydra does, and it will take the cooperation of both Bureaus to succeed. His job is not made easier when he finds himself falling for his commanding officer, a certain blond Athenian Assassin who hides a powerful secret.

But they are not the only ones after the Tesseract. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, a dangerous enemy looming unseen over their shoulders, and nobody left to trust, they must find and bring the Tesseract to Athens before it falls into the wrong hands—that is, if they manage to survive the trip.

Part 1 of Death is A Debt (We All Must Pay)

i found a few! please heed the warnings for each fic before reading

Fallout: The Winter Soldier by megazorzz (complete |112,533 | E)

Steve wakes up in the post-nuclear wasteland after 200 years of cryogenic sleep. The country he knew, the land he fought so hard to defend is simply gone. Bleary eyed and aching, Steve becomes entangled in the struggles of S.H.I.E.L.D., a fellowship of five settlements that have banded together for protection and survival. Nicholas Fury and Alexander Pierce recruit his aid for Project Insight, a mission to unearth and restore a powerful aircraft prototype, one that could forever ensure the security of S.H.I.E.L.D.

With such firepower, S.H.I.E.L.D. could safely wipe out entire bands of raiders, mutated wildlife and ruthless raiders. Added to the mix is a merciless assassin shrouded in mystery. His eyes are blue and familiar.

What other secrets lie beneath the wasteland sands?

don't need no trouble (but sometimes trouble needs me) by vulpesarctica (WIP |2,826 | M)

In any universe, trouble seems to find Steve Rogers no matter what.

or

Steve wakes up in the year 2287 after being cryogenically frozen in an underground Vault for over two centuries. When he emerges in post-nuclear-apocalypse Massachusetts, he tries to carve out a new life in what is now known as the Commonwealth with the help of his new friend Sam Wilson, and come to terms with the fact that everyone he ever loved is dead. Except, well... one of them isn't.

PS. I'm trying my best to write this so you don't need to know anything about Fallout to read it! Think Stucky in a post-apocalyptic setting. :)

Pieces of the Past by nukacolass (WIP |9,863 | M)

Enter stage left, Bucky Barnes: struggling, broke mercenary extraordinaire

Enter stage right, Steve Rogers: sad dad, ex-military and now, a new citizen in the world of a post-nuclear apocalypse.

I've Had Enough Wars to Last a Lifetime by 1950 (WIP |76,438 | M)