#red rivers

The ruining of all Realms

Made by me Theodoros Mpahoumas

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This is a second little fic to go with the Bucky soulmate fic I recently wrote entitled Red. Best to read it first!! If I can ever figure out links, I’ll link it! Until then, both fics should be tagged with “Bucky Barnes Red”

Soulmate fic, Bucky Barnes x Reader

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After stepping off the quinjet, Bucky quickly made his way to the large doors leading from the hangar into the compound. He couldn’t help the small smile that lifted the corner of his lips, slowly turning into a grin as he made is way down the multiple halls to the elevators leading to the private floors.

“I can’t believe old grumpy over here has been bitching the whole mission, but now he’s got a damn shit eating grin,” he heard Sam taunt him, but shrugged it off. They both knew why he was grinning, but Bucky was in too good a mood to respond. In a matter of moments, he’d have his soulmate back in his arms after far too many days of a no-contact mission. He did, however, give the Falcon the bird as he stepped off the elevator onto the residential floor, leaving Sam to find Tony and report for them.

Bucky reaches his room shortly, quietly slipping inside. It was nearly three in the morning, and they had made it back earlier than expected, so he didn’t want to wake Y/N. He frowned in confusion as he realized the lights were still on. Sure, she had sleeping habits bad enough to rival his, but the bed seemed to be untouched. Usually she would at least have curled up with Netflix at some point. “Y/N?” He called out softly, beginning to wonder if she had gone to Peter or MJ’s for the night. When he didn’t hear a response, he spoke again. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he addressed the compound’s A.I. “Is Y/N in the building?”

“Ms. Y/L/N is currently in the bathroom,” came the response from hidden speakers.

Bucky frowned a bit, heading towards the bathroom connected to his room, relaxing slightly as he began to hear soft humming coming from behind the door. He knocked softly, not wanting to startle her too badly.

“Come on in, MJ!” He heard Y/N’s voice call, making his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. His girlfriend must have invited her best friend over for a sleepover, he mused as his hand found the doorknob. The door opened with a soft click of the latch, and his eyes landed on a scene that made his heart quicken.

Bright, blood red. Blood red all over the bathroom counter and filling the sink. Red all over the hands of his soulmate. Red trickling down from her temple.

His heart seemed to freeze inside his chest, as he choked out the few words he could manage, “What the hell, Y/N?!”

Y/N looked from the mirror to Bucky, her eyes growing wide in surprise as she let out a soft squeal and moved to rush towards him. His hands stopped her, fingers gently wrapping around her upper arms to hold her at a distance as his eyes began to concernedly roam her, inspecting every spot of her hands and face that had a drop of red.

“What the hell happened? Why is there so much blood? Are you bleeding?! Do you need to go to the med bay?” His words came out in a rush as he started to skip his vibranium arm under her knees and pick her up, confusion etching the features of her face as she fought him to remain on her feet.

“Bucky stop it, what the fuck do you mean? I’m not bleeding anywhere?” She questioned, her eyebrows scrunching together to create a few lines.

“Doll, there’s blood all over your face and hands,” he tried again, his voice trembling, but fading as he reached to touch her face. He pulled his finger away, red liquid dripping from it but leaving a stain on Y/N’s skin as she began to laugh. “What the hell is this?” he questioned, glancing from his fingertips to his soulmate, lost even more by her giggles.

“Babe,” she managed to get out between a few fits. “Did you really think my hair was naturally this bright, bright red?” An amused grin broke across her face as her laughter started to fill the bathroom. Bucky continued to stare at her, the pieces still sorting themselves out in his head.

“Oh my god,” piped up a voice from the doorway, “he may be cute but he didn’t even realize you dye your hair?”

Bucky glanced over his shoulder to see MJ leaning against the doorframe, a soft snort of laughter coming from her. Since when did she manage to sneak up on him, a super soldier with super hearing? He turned back to Y/N, his worry starting to ease. “You dye your hair?” he queried, his gaze lifting to where her hair was tied into a very wet bun atop her head.

“Of course, Borky,” she responded, her laughter having subsided for the moment, but the corners of her mouth lifted into an endearing smile. “I didn’t think you’d be back until tomorrow night at the earliest, so MJ came over to help me dye it again since it was fading.” She moved to grab a towel as she spoke, trying to dry her hair a bit more and wipe away what was running down her face. “It’s not blood babe, it’s just the dye staining my skin since I’m clumsy enough to get it everywhere. Trust me, every inch of my skin would be red if MJ hadn’t come to help.”

“You...you dye your hair,” Bucky repeated softly again, but then cleared his throat and spoke at a more normal volume. “No blood then? You’re not hurt?”

“The only thing hurt is your pride,” MJ piped up from behind him, but when he shot her a playful glare over his shoulder, she held her hands up. “Alright, alright. I’ve had my fun. Y/N/N, have fun with his dumb self. We’ll have our movie marathon another night,” she gave Y/N a slight wave as she moved to leave, knowing her best friend would be distracted by Bucky for the rest of the night.

“I’m sorry babe,” Y/N spoke up then, her eyes meeting Bucky’s. “I kind of figured it was a known thing? I mean last I checked, bright red isn’t all that common of a hair color. I mean sure there’s redheads. But mines a bit brighter than that, yanno?”

Bucky chuckled softly, moving to press a kiss to his girl’s forehead. “No harm done, I suppose. But don’t be surprised if it takes me a bit to get used to seeing you with dye that looks like blood in your hair, alright?”

Now it's Red.