#mcu fics

The facility was too quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that meant “mission accomplished.” No — it was the stillness of something waiting to be found.

John Walker slowed his pace, eyes narrowing down the long metal corridor. Behind him, Bucky adjusted the grip on his pistol. Bob, at the rear, scanned the shadows with a soft, worried crease in his brows.

“Anyone else hear that?” Bob asked suddenly, voice low.

They all froze.

A soft, broken sound echoed down the hallway.

It was faint — nearly drowned out by the hum of flickering lights and the cooling bodies of dead tech — but it was there.

A whimper.

Sharp. Wet. Human.

“Third door on the right,” Bucky murmured, already moving.

They reached the door in seconds. Reinforced steel. Padlocked shut.

Walker knelt beside the frame and tugged at the handle. “Locked.”

Bucky frowned. “Someone didn’t want this opened.”

More whimpering.

This time it was clearer — like someone trying not to cry. Trying to disappear.

Bob’s breath caught in his throat. “We need to open it. Now.”

No more questions.

With a grunt of effort, Walker raised his shield and slammed it into the lock. The door didn’t budge.

Bucky stepped in beside him, metal arm gleaming.

“Together,” he said.

The door flew open with a deafening clang, slamming into the wall and revealing a room that reeked of blood, bleach, and desperation.

And there — in the far corner, curled so tight you looked half your size — was you.

Your arms were wrapped around your knees, trying to hide your chest. Your skin was scraped, bruised, and streaked with dried blood. IV ports dangled from your arms. And worse — you were naked.

You let out a cry and shoved yourself deeper into the corner, eyes wide with terror as the three men stood frozen in the doorway.

“Shit,” John muttered. “She’s just a kid.”

“Hey,” Bucky said softly, kneeling down and holding up both hands. “It’s okay. We’re not here to hurt you.”

But you were shaking. Mute. Pressed into the wall like it might swallow you whole.

Bob took one step forward — slow, careful, eyes flicking instantly to your exposed body. His face tightened.

Then, without a word, he unclasped the thick, blue cape from his shoulders.

He held it low so you wouldn’t flinch, then gently draped it over your shivering form.

“There we go,” he said quietly, voice soft as clouds. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ve got you.”

Your breathing hitched as you stared up at him. Tears filled your eyes. And Bob, he didn’t hesitate. He knelt down and, with one careful motion, scooped you into his arms — cape tucked tightly around you, shielding every inch of skin.

You didn’t fight him.

You just trembled. Silent. Fragile.

Bucky and John exchanged a glance but said nothing. Whatever you’d been through… it was worse than they imagined.

⸻

When they met up with the others in the hangar, Yelena’s smile dropped instantly.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, stepping forward.

“She was locked in,” Walker said quietly. “No food. No clothes. They left her to rot.”

“Animals,” Ava spat.

Alexei stared for a long moment, then crossed himself.

Bob just held you tighter.

“She didn’t say anything,” he murmured. “Not a word. But she let me carry her.”

Your face was buried in his chest, arms trembling under the thick folds of his cape. You didn’t speak, but you clung to him like a life raft.

And that’s exactly what he was.

⸻

On the Jet the flight home was silent — not with tension, but with reverence.

Bob stayed seated with you nestled in his lap, his arms cradling your body as gently as if you were made of glass.

You never once moved away.

Yelena passed him a water bottle to offer you. He held it near your mouth, and to everyone’s shock, you sipped. Barely — but you trusted him.

You didn’t acknowledge the others. Couldn’t. Not yet.

But when turbulence hit and your fingers tightened in Bob’s suit, he only smiled down at you.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered again.

And for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, you let yourself believe it might be true.

You were a test subject. You were a kid—probably no older than twenty. And the second you stepped foot into the Thunderbolts’ tower, your healing began.

⸻

Your healing journey started with yelena:

Yelena didn’t push when you didn’t eat the first night.

She just stared down at the untouched food with a sigh and muttered in Russian under her breath, something halfway between annoyance and concern. The next morning, she came back — tray in hand, this time with oatmeal and banana slices shaped into a smiley face, and a mug of something warm with cinnamon steam curling into the air, something the former Captain America had made just for you.

“You didn’t eat,” she said matter-of-factly, setting the tray beside you. “So now I’m bribing you. Congratulations. You’ve become a hostage to my hospitality.”

You blinked at the bowl, then at her.

“I swear it’s not poisoned,” she added, holding up both hands. “If it was, Bob would’ve cried halfway through stirring.”

She didn’t expect a thank you. She didn’t get one, either.

The next day, it was scrambled eggs and toast — cut into little squares (courtesy of Bucky) like she was feeding a toddler. She perched on the foot of your bed, scrolling through her phone like she had nowhere better to be.

“Just one bite,” she murmured, almost like she was talking to herself. “Then I can yell at John with a clear conscience.”

On the fourth day, your fingers shook when you reached for the spoon. She didn’t say anything — just passed you a napkin without looking up. Her voice stayed light. Teasing. Like this was all normal.

By the end of the week, there were post-it notes all over the kitchen.

“If you eat the soup, I’ll let you braid my hair. Warning: I talk a lot of trash.”

“Bob made muffins. You don’t want to disappoint him. He has sad eyes.”

“Eat something or I’ll tell Alexei you need cheering up. You know what that means.”

You still hadn’t spoken. But you were eating.

One night, when you drifted off on the couch, curled into John’s army hoodie, Yelena pulled the blanket over your legs. The sleeve slipped off your arm.

And that’s when she really saw you.

The outline of bones. The thinness of your wrist. How your shoulder blades looked like they might cut through your skin.

Her expression didn’t change. Not outwardly.

But her hand stilled.

And for the first time, her voice wasn’t joking when she whispered to the empty room, “I’ve got you now, okay? You’re not going to break.”

Then she sat on the floor beside you.

And stayed.

⸻

Next came the loudest member, alexei:

Alexei was loud, clumsy, and had absolutely no concept of personal space.

But somehow… you didn’t mind.

Maybe it was because he didn’t look at you with pity. Didn’t tiptoe or whisper. He just treated you like you were alive, not fragile — like joy was still something worth chasing.

One afternoon, he barged into the kitchen wearing a dish towel as a cape and a colander on his head. “Do not be alarmed,” he announced. “Red Guardian is here to defend snack time.”

Bob blinked. Yelena rolled her eyes.

You… let out a small, unexpected snort.

Alexei gasped, hand on his chest. “Was that laugh? Did I hear laugh?! You have been blessed by the Guardian’s presence!”

Your hands flew to your mouth, surprised by the sound. He grinned wider.

From that day on, he was relentless. Sock puppet shows. Dramatic retellings of old missions (“There were six bears, I swear—no, seven!”). A constant, chaotic storm of ridiculous energy designed for one purpose: to make you forget, just for a minute.

One night, after you smiled — a real one — he sat back in his chair, quieter than usual.

“They did not take you,” he said. “You are still here. I see it.”

And in that moment… you believed maybe he was right.

⸻

bucky was next after that day:

You never said a word. Not to him. Not to anyone.

But Bucky never asked you to.

He noticed early — the way your eyes tracked every sound like they might be a threat. The way you kept your back to the wall, flinching when anyone entered the room too fast. The way you gripped the hem of Bob’s hoodie like a lifeline.

So Bucky gave you space… but he also gave you presence.

You’d find him in the hallway outside your room some mornings, sitting with a mug of coffee, reading a weathered paperback. He didn’t knock. Didn’t hover.

He just existed nearby — calm. Predictable. Someone who could sit in silence without making it uncomfortable.

One evening, you startled during a movie — a sudden explosion on screen.

Before you even registered it, Bucky was beside the couch, crouched down in front of you, one hand held palm-up near yours, not touching.

Your breath hitched.

“I get it,” he said gently. “Too much noise sometimes.”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at his hand — scarred, calloused, real — and after a long moment, you let your pinky brush his thumb.

He said nothing. Just nodded like it meant everything.

The next day, he brought a book to your room. The Secret Garden.

He didn’t read it aloud. Just left it on the nightstand and tapped the cover once. “One of the good ones.”

Later, he caught you curled on your side with it open on your lap, lips moving silently as your finger traced the words.

When the nightmares came — and they always came — you’d find your door cracked open. Not by accident.

Bucky would be down the hall, hoodie pulled over his head, earbuds in one ear, metal arm resting on his knee. He never asked questions. He just sat there. Every night.

And though you couldn’t say it yet… a small part of you started to believe:

You weren’t alone. Not anymore.

⸻

Ava was next:

The phaser never hovered.

She didn’t overwhelm you with softness or pity. She simply showed up — a quiet presence with clean clothes folded in her arms and a hairbrush in her hand.

“These might be too big,” she said one morning, holding out a plain black hoodie and leggings. “But they’re yours. No having to return or borrow.”

You took them without meeting her eyes.

Afterward, she found you in the bathroom mirror, trying to tame the mess of your hair with shaking fingers. You didn’t ask for help. But you didn’t flinch when she stepped beside you and gently reached for the brush.

“Can I?” she asked.

You hesitated, remembering when those people would yank and pull your hair, or cut it but still you nodded.

She worked slowly — careful not to tug, careful not to crowd. Her fingers were warm and steady as she moved through the tangles, the silence between you soft and comfortable.

“There,” she murmured, brushing a final strand behind your ear. “Better.”

You glanced at your reflection — the clean clothes, the neat braid, the faint color in your cheeks.

For the first time, you looked like someone becoming.

Over the next few days, she left little bundles on your bed — folded tops in soft fabrics, sweatpants with drawstrings, simple rings and earrings like you might’ve picked for yourself once.

And she never made it a big deal. Never told you what to wear. She just let you choose.

That was her way of saying: This body is yours again.

Not theirs.

And when she caught you one evening tracing your fingers over the silver band on your thumb — the one she’d quietly slipped into the pile — Ava smiled.

“You picked a good one.”

⸻

john was next:

John didn’t pretend to understand what you’d been through.

But he knew how to rebuild something broken — brick by brick, breath by breath. So when you started eating again, sleeping through the night, and walking with a little less tremble in your step, he showed up at the training room early one morning with two mats and a towel slung over his shoulder.

“No punches,” he promised. “Just movement. Just control.”

You hovered by the doorway, unsure.

He didn’t coax. Just dropped into a stretch and started his warmup like it was nothing. Five minutes later, you quietly sat across from him, copying his motions — stiff, slow, but willing.

The sessions stayed wordless for a while. No pressure. No lectures. Just him, showing up. Patient. Steady.

And then came the sparring.

He kept it light, barely tapping your arms, letting you find your footing. You hated how weak you felt. He saw it in your eyes — the frustration, the fear that you weren’t someone anymore.

Then one day, it happened.

You blocked a blow just a little too hard — or maybe it wasn’t your muscles that reacted. Maybe it was something deeper.

A burst of blue light, violent and raw, cracked through your palm like lightning. It slammed into John’s chest with a force neither of you expected.

He flew backward. Crashed into the far wall with a heavy, echoing thud.

You froze. Eyes wide. Heart racing.

Then you crumpled into the corner of the room, pulling your knees to your chest, trembling like a child who had broken something too precious.

John groaned, dragging himself up, hand over his ribs.

“Okay,” he muttered, coughing. “That was new.”

You didn’t look up. Just shook your head, curls hiding your face. Your chest heaved. You thought he’d be angry. Scared. You were scared.

And then — boots stepped closer.

And arms wrapped around you.

Strong. Real. Safe.

John knelt there in front of you, holding you to his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. His voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.

“Hey, hey. I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t.”

You clung to his shirt, breath shaky, chest tight.

“You’ve got power,” he whispered. “That’s all. And we’re gonna figure it out — together.”

No bark. No orders. Just warmth.

Just John — letting you fall apart without judgment.

And staying until you could breathe again.

⸻

bob was last:

Bob had watched them all find their way to you.

Yelena with her constant hovering, armed with snacks and sass and fierce protectiveness — always pretending it wasn’t tenderness underneath.

Alexei, storming through every room like a bear in a costume shop, pulling laughs from you like it was the only thing that mattered.

Ava, so gentle, giving you soft fabrics and quieter choices — never treating you like glass, but always giving you control.

Walker, guiding you through each move in the gym, pushing just enough to show you your strength — and holding you when your powers cracked through the surface.

Even Bucky had found his way in. Sitting beside you on the bad days. Letting silence be safe again.

Bob… wasn’t sure what was left for him.

He was the quiet one. The overlooked one. Always had been.

But you kept sitting next to him.

Not touching, at first. Just close. Like his presence was a lighthouse in a fog you couldn’t name.

And then one day, as you sat on his lap like you had on the jet and at some-point you ended up hiding you face into his chest when an silly argument between Alexei and Walker started, he let you stay like that.

And then again, the next day. And the next.

Eventually, your spot wasn’t beside him — it was on him. Curled in his lap on the jet, pressed into his chest on the couch, dozing off with your palms on his chest. He never moved unless you wanted him to. Never asked questions. Just offered you the stillness you’d been denied for so long.

He didn’t talk much. Not because he didn’t want to — but because you never looked like you needed words.

You needed breath. Warmth. Something safe to rest your bones against.

And that, he could give you.

But late at night, when the tower was quiet and the others had gone to bed, he’d stare down at the top of your head and wonder: Am I helping? Or am I just here?

He told himself it didn’t matter.

That just being was enough.

Then one night, while you were curled in his lap under a shared blanket he brought from his room, he sighed and murmured, “Yelena’s furious with me. Says I stole her muffin again. Swears she counted them this time.”

Your head stirred faintly against his chest.

“She’s wrong, though,” he continued softly. “It was Alexei. I saw him. Tried to hide it in his boot like a goblin hoarding treasure.”

There was a beat.

And then — the faintest breath of a sound.

A snort. Half a laugh. And then, quieter still:

A hoarse voice spoke “…Liar.”

Bob froze.

You did too.

The word hung in the air between you — fragile, trembling, real.

His eyes widened. He looked down slowly, breath catching.

“Did you just…?” He blinked. “Did you—say something?”

You were already curling into yourself, pulling the blanket tighter, face warm with embarrassment.

But he smiled — soft and stunned — and took your hand gently in both of his.

“You did,” he whispered. “You talked.”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t pull away either.

And after a moment, you rested your head on his shoulder again — quieter now, but not afraid.

“I knew you’d find it,” he said softly, almost to himself. “I didn’t know it’d break me like this, but… I’m glad it was me.”

He didn’t tell anyone that night.

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Me Rehúso by @therogueflame // smut, angst, hurt/comfort // exes It was just a drink. Just catching up. Just a little too late to call it nothing.

Redamancy by @phantomspiderr // smut, fluff, angst // fwb The aftermath of sleeping with your best friend is never good—feelings grow where they weren't supposed to, and it drives a wedge in your relationship. Then things change...

Mi Amor, Mi Guerra by @cursedheartsclub // smut, angst, fluff // (one-sided) enemies-to-lovers, thunderbolts* thunderbolts and sams avengers team are working together (sambucky no longer divorced) but y/n and Joaquin are both fighting to see who is better in Sam’s eyes?

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sin ti by @moonlight-prose // smut, fluff, angst // exes-to-lovers, pining five years have passed. five years since he boarded a plane and left you behind to wait diligently for the man who would never return. when letters and patchy phone calls failed to keep the spark of your relationship alive, you find each other again. only this time as two entirely different people.

welcome home by @love-chx // smut, fluff, angst // exes-to-lovers drifting from state to state looking for a place in the world after the death of tony, you find yourself back on new york ground when bucky starts the new avengers. coming back to cement your dad’s legacy, you promise yourself you’ll be out of the city before anyone even knows you’re there. but circumstances lead you right to joaquin, and you’re forced to face your hurt ex-boyfriend, having no choice but to confront everything you left behind.

heavy by @love-chx // smut, fluff, angst you’ve worked with joaquin a lot over the years, from the military to his career as the falcon, as his physical therapist. as easy as joaquin was as a patient, it was hard. hard because he was such a shameless flirt, hard because he was so charming—but you’ve always been friends and nothing more. after the events of the red hulk, joaquin finds himself having a harder time recovering than usual despite having you by his side. a slip of the tongue leads to a fight that leaves the both of you tense, but all is forgiven when you find yourselves in an attack and confessions come to a head. 

Jealousy, Jealousy by @sortagaysortahigh // smut, fluff, angst // enemies-to-lovers, witch!reader It was as if every single thing you did irritated Joaquin Torres, you didn't even have to say anything to him, your presence alone was enough to tick him off. Don't get him started on your relationship with Peter Parker either.

en español by @geminiwritten // smut, fluff // friends-to-lovers after joaquín returns from a two-week-long mission things feel different, then he convinces you to go undercover with him where tensions rise—only for him to leaving you wanting more... until he stops by your office for a very intimate spanish lesson

Slim Pickins by @sortagaysortahigh // smut, fluff Every Friday for the past few months you've been going on shitty dates, and at this rate, you're convinced that you're either ending this life alone or settling for another douchebag. You can't find a genuinely good guy, it's not like there's one right in front of you or something!

"Maybe not so gently," Bucky mumbled.

"JAMES—"

Bucky sprang into action and dashed around the isle. "Okay, okay, okay!" He took you away from the messy sight. "Why don't we go out and buy a new one, hm? Any one you want, I swear."

"That was my favorite…" you pouted.

"I know, I know," he nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Do you want to go to the store right now? We can make a day out of it, I'll make this morning up to you, I swear."

"Yeah, alright," you shrugged. At this point, nothing else could go wrong.

Bucky sent you back to the room to get changed so you could leave. He promised you that by the time you returned, the mess would be gone. You warned him that it better be.

There is literally nothing else that could go wrong now, Barnes, he thought to himself. He seemed to be screwing things up spectacularly today and it wasn't even 10am yet.

He started hearing the chattering of the others as they neared the kitchen. He groaned internally. He was not ready to deal with the cavalry yet. If they found out he managed to break your coffee maker, they would never let him live it down.

No way I'm adding that to my day, he thought.

Walker was the first one in and stopped in his tracks at the sight of the coffee maker. "Woah, what the hell happened?"

Yelena came in next and said the same thing. "Somebody's in trouble…" she smirked, already assuming it was Bucky.

Ava, Alexei and Bob trailed in behind and each one made comical 'yikes' expressions. Everyone knew that you without coffee was already bad, but a you without a coffee maker might as well be an Avengers-level threat.

"So…who broke it?" Bucky's words stopped everyone's murmurs and earned him identical stunned faces.

"What?" Yelena said, losing her confidence in the moment. "It wasn't…it wasn't you?"

"Do I look dumb enough to break my girlfriend's coffee maker?" Bucky retorted, flat-faced.

It made Yelena second-guess herself, and the others as well.

"So, who the hell broke it?"

There was a heavy tension in the air, no one daring to admit to the fault.

"I did," said Bob suddenly, "I broke—"

"No, no you didn't," Bucky cut him off. He was holding himself so straight that nobody could even think he was playing them all. "Walker?"

"What?" frowned the man. "Don't look at me. Look at Yelena."

"What?" Yelena said in return. "I didn't break it!"

"Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?"

Yelena blinked incredulously at Walker. "Uuh, because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Suspicious!"

"If it matters - probably not - but Ava was the last one to use it," Alexei mumbled to Bucky not so much in a 'mumble'.

Ava reacted fast at the accusation. "Liar! I don't even drink that crap!"

"Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee maker earlier?"

"Ok, ok! Let's not fight!" Bob tried speaking over everyone's shouts. "I broke it, let me pay for it, Bucky!"

"No, Bob, we can't do that," Bucky said, half smiling. It was getting harder not to start laughing. "So who broke it? Y/N's going to be here any minute now and she's going to want some answers."

"Bucky, Ava's been awfully quiet…" Alexei said yet again and made Ava snap.

"Oh, really!?" She turned and started to argue with him, which then prompted the rest to start bickering with each other.

And that's how you found them when you walked into the kitchen. Bucky was watching the chaos with a massive smirk on his face, clearly very proud of himself.

"Woah, woah, woah, what the hell is going on!?" you shouted over all of them.

"We're trying to figure out who the hell broke your damn coffee maker," Walker said, then immediately reiterated his innocence in the matter.

"Who broke my coffee maker?" you said, confused, then glanced at Bucky. "We don't know who broke it?"

"Nope," he replied, then looked away to cover up his laugh.

I'm gonna kill this guy, you thought and swallowed your own laughter.

"I said it was me," Bob cut in unknowingly, "I broke it, so just let me try and get a new one. There's no need to fight."

"No, Bob, it wasn't you," you said softly, "But maybe you and I can go shopping for another one. You're the only with sensible taste in this whole building."

And suddenly Bucky was done having his own fun. "What?" he looked at you. "I thought you and I—"

"We can train later, sweetheart," you said, like that had been their whole plan for the day. "Bob and I have some shopping to do. I'll see you later, okay? Bob?"

Bob looked around the group and their annoyed faces. Shopping was definitely the easier way to go. "Yup!" He dashed after you since you had already taken the lead out.

"And clean that mess up!" you shouted at the rest.

Unbelievable, Bucky shook his head.

He looked at the remaining members after a moment. "You heard her. Clean this mess up." He then too left the kitchen, ignoring the bickering that continued without him.

~0~

It was later at night when Bucky saw you again and it was only because neither you nor Bob could figure out how to set up the new coffee maker. It was like watching children playing with tools.

"You found a new one," he mused at the larger coffee maker now taking space up on the counter.

"Well I had to considering somebody broke my last one," you remarked.

"I still say it's me," Bob said, very much sounding honest.

"No, Bob, it wasn't you," you said, crossing your arms. "It was my dumbass boyfriend."

"What?" Bob's eyes widened and immediately flickered to Bucky. "You broke it?"

A smirk spread across Bucky's face. "You gonna tell, Bob?"

"Uh, no," Bob shook his head instantly. "N-no, I would — I would never! But then…why did you make it seem like someone else did it? Ava almost beat up Alexei."

"I was bored," answered Bucky, "and annoyed."

"Evil," you rolled your eyes playfully. "We could have had a dead team on our hands all because you wanted to have some fun."

"And I had a lot of fun," Bucky was happy to report. "Bob, why don't you head out and I'll take over here?"

Bob agreed only because he didn't want to get blamed for something too. When he was gone, you took the opportunity to 'reprimand' Bucky for being so childish.

"You gotta admit it was funny, though," Bucky said after the whole lecture. And as much as you wanted to remain serious, the image of the whole team arguing with each other was too funny to pass on.

"You can't do that again…" you warned him through giggles.

"Not with the coffee maker, of course," Bucky said, "It's brand new now." You whacked his arm. "We could do it with something else! It's funny!"

You leaned up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "You're supposed to be mature here. You are the oldest."

"And therefore with the authority to continue," Bucky shrugged.

The lab was empty, the rest of your team gone home for the day, but you were determined to complete the upgrades on Bucky's smart grenades. It was your idea to develop the weapon - superb combat utility, remote detonation and timed release, different selectable modes... they would be perfect for him out in the field. When you'd pitched the idea to him a few weeks earlier, he'd smiled hard at your child-like enthusiasm.

John had moaned to you earlier that day about favoritism, as you had neglected the enhancements you'd promised to his shield - but you wanted to be able to get this finished first. You were no superhero, but you felt happy that your work could contribute to Bucky's ability to protect himself and fight in the field.

As if you had manifested his presence, you heard a soft beeping of the lab doors, before they slid open to reveal a tall figure. You looked up, breath catching in your throat - as it often did when you saw him - when Bucky strode into the room.

"Hey," he said, giving you a quick smile. "Heard you'd still be in here. It's getting late - shouldn't you be heading home?"

His very presence was like a shot of espresso. If you had been tired before, you definitely didn't feel it now.

"It's okay," you said, your smile growing as he moved closer. "I'm so close to perfecting these." You waved your hands out at the selection of grenades in front of you. He let out a low whistle.

"Nice. Thanks again, by the way," he said, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. His tongue darted out to run across his lower lips. A nervous habit of his that you had picked up on.

"So, what did I do to deserve the honor of your visit?" you teased, placing your tools down and pushing your goggles up to sit atop your head. His eyes followed your movement, eyes flicking to yours and then away. He seemed anxious.

"Just checking in on you," he said eventually, offering no further explanation.

You couldn't stop yourself from eyeing him up and down, fully appreciating how good he looked in his dark t-shirt and leather jacket. You two had been doing this strange dance for a while now - trying to spend more and more time together, whilst both not fully ready to talk about your feelings for one another. There was a huge will they, won't they debate going among the team - a discussion you refused to partake in.

Secretly, you were aching to take the first step, but there was always that fear of rejection holding you back.

You weren't sure that Bucky even reciprocated your feelings. Yelena seemed to think he did. A couple of weeks ago, she had rolled her eyes at you like you were stupid.

"Don't be a dum-dum," she said, shaking her head. "If he doesn't like you back, I will swallow my own fist."

You felt emboldened when your mind flashed back to your conversation. There had to be a reason that Bucky always found some way to spend time with you, right? Whether it was spontaneous visits to your lab, invites to go get coffee, or lingering by your side at those stupid PR events Valentina always held - you had to give yourself some credit.

"You know what," you said finally, emboldened by a sudden rush of confidence. "All this work has gotten me a little thirsty. How about I let you buy me a drink?"

You tried not to cringe when you said the words aloud. You had never been quite this straight forward before.

Bucky cleared his throat, taken aback. He seemed to hesitate for just a beat before giving you an apologetic smile.

"I still have some work I need to do, so - maybe next time?" he said halfheartedly.

Oh.

Your heart sank. Disappointment and embarrassment flooded your chest, but you kept the smile pinned to your face. You felt your cheeks heat up, which just made you pray for the ground to open and swallow you up even more. A missile to the side of the building would make a great distraction right now.

"Sure. No problem," you said lightly, turning away from him again and putting your goggles back on like a shield.

"Don't stay too late," he reminded you gently before he left the room again.

What the hell was that?

Bucky Barnes continued to confuse and frustrate you. Did he just see you as a friend, nothing more? Had you crossed a professional line by suggesting he buy you a drink?

You cringed, groaning out loud once he was out of earshot. You could kill Yelena.

You found yourself cornered by Yelena and Bob the next day, the former having picked up on your sour mood immediately when you stomped through the building.

"Are you okay? You want a donut?" Bob had offered sweetly, flipping open the box of Krispy Kremes in his hands.

"No thanks," you pouted, glaring at Yelena.

"What are you mad at me for?" she asked, eyes widening innocently.

"I took your stupid advice -" you began loudly, before lowering your voice to a barely audible whisper, "- and tried to ask Bucky out last night."

"What?" Bob and Yelena said in unison, Bob sporting the widest grin on his face.

"He said no," you dead-panned, rejection rearing its ugly head once again.

Yelena was speechless for just a split second, before she puffed out her cheeks.

"Okay look. Trust me," Yelena began, "he's old fashioned. Likes to take things slow. Maybe he's just not used to women being forward?"

"Yeah, maybe he's used to how people did things back in the 40's," Bob offered unhelpfully. "Didn't men used to take their time courting the women?"

"Yeah," you said, unconvincingly. "Or, you know, maybe I got it all wrong and he just doesn't like me."

Yelena tilted her head at you, raising her eyebrows. "Do you seriously believe that?"

"C'mon, Yelena," you said, exasperated. "If he actually liked me, I think he would have done something about it by now."

Yelena placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Like I said, trust me. I'm very observant. The way he looks at you speaks volumes."

Bob nodded enthusiastically, like they both saw something you didn't.

"So what am I supposed to do now?" You sighed, head hanging like a puppy. You looked so pathetic that Yelena and Bob exchanged sympathetic looks behind your back.

"Be patient," she said, before changing her mind and adding - "or, I can just give him a kick up the butt."

Bucky was definitely avoiding you.

You felt sad, but also exasperated. If he didn't like you, he could come out and say it. There was no need to avoid you as if you were two kids at school.

You finally had your chance one day in the kitchen as he was making a cup of coffee. You knew he could hear you approaching. He didn’t look up at first, his back half-turned, sleeves pushed to his elbows, fiddling with a chipped mug. His hair was a little messy, like he had just woken up, but to you, he looked utterly irresistible. Especially when you saw the plates in his metal arm flex when he heard your voice.

"Bucky, can we talk?" you asked, watching as he cleared his throat.

"'bout what?" he asked, turning to face you, leaning back against the counter. His voice was low, careful.

"Is everything cool between us?"

He was silent, like he was measuring his words before he spoke them.

"Look," you said, "about the other night. I crossed a line, I guess. We're colleagues, and that's probably all it's supposed to be." You tried to smile. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Bucky looked at you with an undecipherable expression, mug long forgotten in his hand. For a split second, he looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't make the words line up. Eventually, that expression was replaced by something more neutral. Indifferent.

"It's okay," he said, giving you a tight-lipped smile. "We're friends. It's all good."

You didn't think it could hurt so much to be described as a friend. Part of you so wanted to directly ask him whether or not he liked you - but like you said, it's not like you were kids in school. The question didn't need to be asked. The fact that he had oh-so-clearly friend-zoned you said all you needed to know.

"Okay. Well, don't be a stranger," you said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

You hadn't cried so much over a guy since you found your prom date in high school making out with another girl.

It was only as you were lying in bed, tears running down your face, that you realized just how far Bucky had wormed his way into your heart.

All your thoughts were consumed by Bucky Barnes. Every hour at work, you willed him to walk into your lab. You yearned for a glimpse of him around the building. Then every moment after work, you wondered about what he was doing, where he was, who he was with.

Heartbreak sucked.

Maybe that was what made you even more sympathetic when you saw John in the corridor one day, clearly in distress, looking more upset than you'd ever seen him.

You paused as you approached, spotting him leaning against the wall with one hand planted against it, the other clutching his phone.

"John? You okay?"

He sniffed, swallowing a lump in his throat as he put his phone away. "Yeah," he grunted, avoiding eye contact. His eyes were wet.

You looked at him knowingly. "Wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's just... Olivia." He looked pained at the mention of his ex-wife. "She said she's going to fight for sole custody."

"Fuck," you said, knowing how hard the separation was on him. Instinctively, you reached out to give him a hug, seeing in his eyes how much he needed a friend.

"Thanks," he sniffed into your shoulder, patting your back gratefully. "Dunno how to deal with this."

"I'm here if you ever need to talk," you said sincerely.

John pulled back and squeezed your shoulder in thanks, before heading down the hallway. You hadn't even taken ten steps in the opposite direction before you bumped into none other than the man who had been plaguing your mind.

"What was that?" Bucky asked, confusing you.

What, no greeting? Not even a 'hello'?

"What was what?" you asked, perplexed.

He stared at you, his blue eyes cold and stoic.

"I guess you just wanted any super soldier, huh," he muttered, his smiling humorlessly. You could tell he regretted the words the moment he said it by the way his face slipped, but it was too late.

You took a step back as if physically pushed. You felt tears sting your eyes, and had to bite your lip to stop the them from falling.

You'd had enough. How dare he speak to you this way?

"You know what - fuck you, Bucky. I don't know what your problem is, but you do not speak to me that way," you spat, trying to sound angry but unable to stop your voice from shaking. He looked stunned at the sight of your face, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I -"

You spun on your heel and walked away as quickly as you could, cutting short his excuses and ignoring him calling your name.

"Okay, what the fuck are you guys doing?" Yelena punctuated her question with a punch to Bucky's shoulder, who scowled back at her.

"What?"

"You going around in circles, trying to pretend like you don't have feelings for her - how has that been working out for you, Barnes?"

Bucky had found himself dragged into an empty conference room by the feisty blonde who seemed determined on injecting herself into every situation. Bucky was not in the mood to entertain her today.

"Stay out of it," he warned.

"No," Yelena said stubbornly. "You're both my friends, and I care about you. Now do you want to be honest and tell me what's going on?"

Bucky knew her well enough by now to recognize the no-nonsense look in her eyes. It didn't take much for him to give in, his mind already torn for the last few days over the situation between the two of you.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I really messed things up, alright? I don't know how to manage this."

"What?" Yelena looked at him like he'd sprouted two heads. "What's so complicated about it? Take her out, pay for her dinner, take her home, bed her." She ticked off the items on her fingers, making Bucky grimace.

"It's not that. I'm over 100 years old. I don't know how to navigate starting a new relationship with someone. Especially someone I care so much about."

Yelena nodded. "Go on," she prompted.

"The shit we do - it's dangerous. Fuck, it's dangerous for her to even be working here, for someone like Valentina.

"She's a grown ass woman, Barnes. She doesn't need to be babied."

"I'm not babying her," Bucky snapped. "I've just never been in this situation before. I've never - I've not gone on a date in decades. I've never been in a real relationship. Every day, we're out there, saving people and trying not to get killed. I don't want her to get caught up in that."

"You're trying to protect her. You're worried you'll put her in some sort of danger if you let her get closer," Yelena said slowly.

"Right." Bucky was exasperated, his jaw clenched. It was such an endless conflict that he had been fighting for months - the urge to get closer to you, simultaneously fighting the fear of what would happen if you got too close.

"I mean, I get that," Yelena shrugged. "Before I met you guys, before this whole New Avengers shit - I was lonely. I was lonely as fuck. And I never let anyone get close to me because - well, I've lost people before."

Bucky knew that she was talking about Natasha, among others. The sadness that ghosted over her eyes was unmissable.

"But - and this is corny as shit, so if you repeat this I will stab you in your sleep - having you guys around me was the best thing that happened to me. You're my team. My people," Yelena said. "And I can tell you know, if you let her in, it will be the best thing to happen to you. Having someone to love and live for will change your life."

"But what if she gets hurt?" Bucky asked, jaw clenching at the mere thought.

"What about worrying less about the hurt you might cause her, and worrying more about the hurt you're causing her now?"

Bucky clenched his fists, imagining your face. How hurt you had looked the last time you spoke. He felt so awful for making you feel that way.

Maybe Yelena was right.

"Love isn't about building walls," came another voice. Bob smiled sheepishly as he pushed open the door.

"Great, someone else to chime in," Bucky said dryly.

"Look, you guys showed me the importance of letting people in. Don't take that choice away from her. You’ve spent so much time trying to protect people. But love isn’t about building walls. It’s about letting someone choose you, demons and all," he smiled, reminiscing about how the team had rallied with him against the Void. "Don’t take that choice away from her."

Fuck.

"I think you might be right," Bucky said eventually.

Yelena's mouth dropped open.

"Oh, seriously - he says one thing and you're convinced."

"Well, he didn’t threaten to stab me in my sleep, so yeah - a bit more persuasive."

The flowers were sat in a vase on your desk in the morning when you arrived to work. They were blue hydrangeas - your favorite. You frowned when you picked up the vase, looking around at your colleagues for an explanation. You were greeted by dumb grins and shrugs of shoulders.

You picked up the card tucked among the flowers, a lump forming in your throat at the message.

I’ve done a lot of things in my life that I've been trying to make amends for. How I've been treating you is high on the list. These flowers aren’t enough, but maybe they’re a start. - Bucky

You placed the flowers back down, eyes starting to well. You quickly marched out of the lab - you didn't have to go very far.

Bucky was leaning against the wall outside, looking down at his boots. He was waiting for you.

"Did you like the flowers?" was the first thing he said, licking his lips.

"I loved them," you said immediately.

"I meant it," he said softly, moving to stand closer to you. "I'm sorry. I haven't always been good at saying how I feel."

You were still confused, but this had to be a good sign. Bucky was looking at you almost pleadingly, like there was so much he wanted to say. You could see it on his face.

"What are you so afraid of?" you asked timidly, trying to coax the unspoken out of him.

"If I let you in, it means I have something to lose," he said finally.

You were taken aback at the raw honesty.

"You won't lose me," you whispered simply. You knew that if he let you in, you were going to be there for good, no matter what.

Bucky met your eyes, his voice thick with emotion. "I've spent a long time keeping people out. Keeping you out." He looked remorseful, and you ached to reach out for him. "I like you. More than I should. And I guess… I'm sick of running from that."

The air between you seemed to still. He stepped even closer, leaning down - slow enough for you to withdraw, if you wanted to.

"So, if you'd let me...I'd like to try." He swallowed, his jaw tightening. He closed the distance between your faces even more, giving you one last chance to pull away.

You didn't even have to think about it. You stretched up on your tip-toes to meet his lips. Your first kiss was gentle, aching, real.

And when he kissed you back - slow but sure, like you were something fragile he never thought he’d be allowed to hold - it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a choice. A beginning.

The beginning of your love story that you'd never imagined you'd get to read.

Genre/AU/Warnings:

Angst (anything that falls under this warning, tbh)

Canon/Fanon Pairings

Cheating Characters

Creature AU

DDDNE

Enemies to Lovers AU

Flangst (Hurt/Comfort, etc...)

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Pregnancy/Abortion/Miscarriage

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AU’s

Song Fics (I dont listen to much music LOL)

Cross Overs (i write it on my own terms)

MPREG (no interest in them, tbh)

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LOTR (never seen it, dont plan to)

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Stranger Things (not in fandom anymore, tbh)

Star Wars/Star Trek Franchise(s) (never seen it, dont plan to)

Bucky Barnes (im exhausted writing for him tbh)

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