Trope: Angry/Mean One is in love with the Happy/Sunshine One Plot: A collection of moments in time, showing the opposite sides of Bucky and Y/n, and how opposites attract in the best way possible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence/fighting, blood. Nothing in detail.

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*Honestly could not think of a good plot for this trope, and didn't have much motivation while writing it, so this is all I could really come up with.

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"I don't get how you can be so optimistic still." Bucky grumbled as he pulled open the door to the hotel.

You shrugged slightly as you looked over at him from your shoulder, water droplets falling down your face. "I like the rain."

"Even after our car gets destroyed and we have to walk two miles through it to get to civilization?"

You smiled at him. "Yep, even after that."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you turned to the woman at the front desk, but he felt a smile tug at his lips as he thought about how much of a good mood you were still in. He envied it sometimes. How you could see the good in anything, no matter how bad the situation.

"Oh dear, you two certainly got stuck in the storm didn't you." The older woman at the desk looked over the two of you with concern. "No luggage?"

You shook your head, "Nope, just got lost in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Ah, I see. Well we have nice hot water, so you can get warmed up. Let me get you a room."

"Two if you have them. Or a double room." You said politely and the women looked between the two of you.

"Oh, I apologize, I assumed you were a couple."

AN: Friday is the last one 🥺 and I can’t thank you all enough for the kind words on this series, didn’t think it’d get this much love and this series has had my longest tag list! So thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️

Part 23 here:

it wasn’t his fault 23 *GUN USE.

Summery: Y/N recovers from the recent events, Bucky doesn’t leave her side.

Parings: husband!Bucky x wife!Stark!reader. Sam Wilson x Stark!reader (platonic).

Characters: Y/N S. Barnes, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson & Sarah Wilson.

Warnings: mentions of food, mention of reader being in a coma, mention of the word vomit (?) and loads of floofy fluff (you’re welcome!).

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You weren’t that long in a coma after the accident, only about a week. But Bucky told you it was the worst week of his life, and you believed him because those five years without Bucky, were the worst of your life.

That whole week Bucky didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep and he never ever left your side. His hand in yours 24/7, talking mindlessly to you about anything. By the Wednesday, he’d run out of things to say to you, so he just sang to you. Just to let you know he’s still with you.

When you woke up, Bucky never felt so happy. He was whole again.

You were discharged three days after waking up due to the amazing progress you had been doing. It was great that you were able to have some downtime for a while.

Bucky didn’t let you lift a finger while you were healing, he did almost everything for you.

“Don’t be too harsh. This is what my ma used to cook me and Becs when we were sick,” Bucky said gently, one day when you were stable enough to sit at the table.

He put his mother’s signature dish in front of you, it smelt and looked delicious.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you said gently.

Bucky smiled at you.

“Now…remember I’m not much of a cook,” Bucky said as he sat down opposite you with a plate of his own.

You picked up your fork and dug in. Oh. My. God.

“Uhm? Bucky?” You said after you swallowed your first mouthful.

Bucky’s mouth was too full to reply, so he just looked up at you.

“This is amazing,” you said, Bucky smiled.

“Thanks, doll,” Bucky said after he swallowed his mouthful.

“Honestly, Buck, you can cook! You’re cooking more meals from now on,” you said taking another bite.

Bucky smiled at you.

“Your wish is my command, doll,” Bucky said gently.

You both finished eating in a happy silence.

Sam had invited you both down to Louisiana for a while, to help fix his boat up.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay with the long drive?” Bucky asked you worriedly as he helped you in the car.

“I’ll be fine, Buckaroo,” you smiled at him as he loaded your bags in the car too.

You loved road trips with Bucky, they were always such fun. He always lets you pick the music, though you have grown a liking to Bucky’s favourite type of music.

Today, you settled on the ‘40’s playlist you made especially for Bucky on your three year anniversary.

“I really wish I could have seen John get his ass kicked by you and Sam,” you said gently, tapping your finger on your thigh to the smooth jazz.

“I’m sorry doll. But you had just woken up from a coma. I wasn’t going to let you get straight back to missions,” Bucky said gently.

“I get it,” you said softly, smiling out the window. “I’m glad Sammy’s decided to take on the shield,” you added proudly.

“Me too,” Bucky said gently.

“We’re gonna be with him every step of the way,” you said gently.

Bucky smiled, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw you snuffle back a yawn.

“Go to sleep, doll. I’ll wake you when we get to the motel,” Bucky said gently.

You nodded and yawned. You made yourself as comfy as possible and slept for the rest of the trip.

After a day and a half of driving, you arrived in Louisiana. You both got out of the car and were soon greeted by Sam.

“Thanks for coming. How’re you feeling, Y/N/N?” Sam asked gently, shaking Bucky’s hand then giving you a light and gentle hug.

“I feel great,” you said honestly, “shoulder doesn’t hurt, plus, I got this big softie on my beck and call 24/7,” you added, linking your arm with Bucky’s.

“Dork,” Bucky said gently, smiling.

“This is my sister, Sarah,” Sam said as Sarah came into view, gesturing her to come over.

“You must be the legendary Y/N! Sam never shuts up about you,” Sarah said as while you went to shake her hand, she brought you in for a hug.

Sam’s cheeks turned slightly pink as you smirked in his direction.

“Does he now?” You smirked, Sam looked to the ground.

“I’m Bucky,” Bucky said, smiling sweetly.

“Sarah,” Sarah said smiling as well.

“Barnes. You’re forgetting someone,” you said, giggling, nudging Bucky.

“Sorry, doll. You’re my number one gal. I just like seeing that look on Sam’s face,” Bucky smirked, pointing at the rage coming off Sam.

“I’m sure if you run off with my sister, Y/N’ll run off with me,” Sam suggested shrugging.

You made a “hm” face, agreeing with him.

“Wouldn’t mind that actually,” you said.

“Hey, you’re right. That is fun,” Sam said, noticing the rage on Bucky’s face.

You and Sarah exchanged looks and giggled.

“I’d never leave you, Bucky. You’re too cute,” you said gently, squishing his cheeks.

“And I’m not?” Sam asked, pouting.

“You are. But in a different way,” you said gently, Sam smiled at you, as Bucky gently took your hand away from his cheek kissing your palm.

“Right! Let’s get cracking!” Sam said, clapping his hands together.

You weren’t actually allowed to do any heavy lifting or anything dangerous of boat fixing. They did let you paint new paintwork.

“You getting bored, Barnes?” You giggled as Bucky was perched on the edge of the boat, playing with one of the painting tools.

You were sat on the floor of the boat, painting a part of it. You had noticed Bucky wasn’t helping anymore.

“No. But I’m quite literally watching paint dry,” Bucky said, standing up.

You giggled as he walked over to you and knelt down to your level.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” He asked innocently, brushing away some wet paint on your cheek.

“Yep. Twice this morning,” you said.

“Well. You get more beautiful as the day goes on,” Bucky said kissing the tip of your nose, making you blush and swoon haaard.

“You’re such a charmer,” you smiled.

Bucky shrugged.

“I try,” he said innocently. “Can I get you anything my queen?” He asked gently, looking at you with so much love.

“I’d love a drink please,” you said.

“You’re not supposed to drink with the meds you’re on, you know that right?” Bucky said gently.

“Yep! If there’s any lemonade, I’d happily have a glass,” you said smiling, Bucky was really taking care of you.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky said gently, kissing the top of your head as he stood up.

“Ummm. Buck?” You said, giggling.

“Hmm?” Bucky asked turning around.

“I think you sat in something,” you said, as Bucky turning to see.

“Ah dammit,” Bucky growled, you giggled. “These are my only good pair of pants too,” he grumbled as you stood up, patting yourself down.

“You’re a doofus sometimes. I have my ways, I can get it out,” you said smiling as you went over to him.

“What would I do without you?” Bucky asked as he held you close.

“You’d be utterly useless…probably constantly ruining your good clothing,” you said shrugging.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bucky said gently, rubbing your noses together.

You giggled.

“Come on guys, get a room,” Sam said, pretending to vomit.

“You suck Wilson,” you growled playfully.

Sam smirked at you.

“You guys ready to eat?” Sam asked.

Bucky leaped down from the boat, he then helped you down, careful of your injury as you went to join your friends.

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Part 24 here:

it wasn’t his fault 24

Summery: when a doctor’s appointment for Y/N’s shoulder doesn’t go according to plan, Y/N feels somewhat useless as Bucky’s called back on the mission.

Paring: husband!Bucky x wife!Stark!reader.

Warnings: mentions of hospitals, mentions of injury, mentions of food, angst (if you squint) but huge amounts of fluff.

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When you got back to New York after helping Sam fix his boat, you realised Bucky’s birthday was coming up soon. You knew exactly what to get him.

It was one night where, for once, Bucky, who now sleeps peacefully in bed next to you, was fast asleep and you couldn’t sleep. So you began scrolling through your phone, trying to find a cat for you to adopt for Bucky.

“Doll?” Bucky woke up sleepily, you never locked your phone so fast.

Bucky still had nightmares, but they haven’t been as violent or realistic. He naturally wakes up now without screaming.

“Why did you lock your phone so fast?” Bucky asked, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“I was planning on running away with Sam, had to be discreet,” you teased, putting your phone on your bedside table and turning to look at him as he sleepily rubbed his eyes.

“Hmm,” Bucky said, yawning, god he’s fucking adorable when he’s sleepy. “Make sure Sam knows how needy you get when you’re sick.”

“Hmmm, excuse me sir, you whined anytime I left the bedroom last time you were sick,” you said as Bucky got up to get a drink.

You smiled softly as you heard the tap running in your bathroom. When Bucky was sick he’s quite cute.

He was extremely needy. You weren’t allowed to be out of sight for more than five seconds, in the end, you had to give him some medicine that made him sleepy if you wanted to get anything done.

“Who made grabby hands anytime I entered the room when sick?” Bucky teased as he got back into bed after a while.

“I only needed you because you’re incredibly warm and I was really cold,” you shrugged as he got comfy.

“What were you really doing?” Bucky asked gently as you lent on your side and your hand found home in his soft hair.

“If you must know, Mr Needy, I was looking for your birthday present,” you said gently, your heart melted, Bucky looked so adorable.

His beautiful blue eyes grew bigger with glee and hope.

“Can I have a guess?” Bucky asked.

“Over my dead body,” you said, giggling as Bucky pouted. “Come on soldier. You’re getting sleepy.” You added.

Bucky gently pulled you close to him, running his fingers up and down your arms as you gently played with his dog tags.

“Tomorrow I find out if I can go back on missions,” you said hopefully.

“Oh that’s right,” Bucky said, his eyes drifted to the bullet wound on your shoulder.

The huge scar it left was still very red and sometimes angry. Bucky had to apply soothing cream to it every night, while you did his scar too. Both of which, were on your left shoulders.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you said gently, noticing Bucky had gone quiet.

“You’re not just saying that?” Bucky asked gently, hints of tears in his voice.

“Nope,” you said gently.

Bucky knew you hated hospital visits, and he hates them too, so you’re both there for each other when those days come. That morning, Bucky was awake before you, he had made you your favourite breakfast.

You woke up to smells you love.

“Mmm,” you said yawning.

You grabbed your oodie from the end of your bed and put it on, then swung your legs over, stretched then went out into the kitchen. You smiled softly as Bucky was over by the stove, cooking breakfast, listening to the ‘40’s playlist you made him.

You giggled slightly as you saw his hips swing in rhythm with the sound of the music.

“Nice moves, Buckaroo,” you said, causing Bucky to jump.

“Morning, doll,” Bucky said gently, smiling.

You seated yourself and got ready to tuck into all your favourite breakfast foods.

“If you fancy it …when we’re home, I can award you later,” Bucky said as he lent on the kitchen island opposite you, winking at you.

You gave him a big goofy smile.

“If it’s the same award I give you, then yes please,” you said, smiling through each mouthful.

Bucky smirked at you.

“I love you, you big dork,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I love you too, doofus,” you said, smiling at him.

Bucky smiled as he seated himself opposite you.

The hospital trip had not gone according to plan, you still weren’t allowed to go on any missions for another three weeks. You were feeling defeated.

You felt extra defeated when Bucky was called on a mission when Sam found Karli.

“I can’t let you go alone,” you said tearfully as Bucky got ready.

“I won’t be alone, will I? I’ll have Sam,” Bucky said gently, going over to you.

“I hate this stupid wound,” you growled, glaring at your shoulder

“Hey, remember the doctor told you you need to rest,” Bucky said gently, “the bullet did more damage than we thought. You’re lucky …to be alive,” he added quietly.

When the doctor told you that that morning, Bucky cried. You had to sooth him. You had to sooth him on the way home too, he was in hysterics thinking had it not been for the fast service you received, you might not have been here today.

“Bub, you cant let that cloud your mind, please? I’m worried you’re going to get hurt,” you said gently, placing your hand on his cheek.

Bucky nodded.

“Promise me you won’t follow?” Bucky asked.

“I promise,” you said. “Promise me you won’t die?” You asked tearfully, looking at your hands.

“I promise,” Bucky said, kissing your cheek.

You gave him a big and tight hug. He left. You were sat on the edge of your bed, feeling tearful.

You huffed. You hated being injured. You turned the tv on straight away to try and keep up to speed with your fellas while you searched the web for a cat for Bucky’s birthday.

You eventually found the cat of Bucky’s dream. You smiled as you swiftly applied for a home check.

With one thing in place, you sighed as you tried to ignore the news reports. When it was growing dark, you got really worried.

So you did what you knew calmed you down. You cooked. You made Bucky’s favourite pasta dish for him for when he’s home…if he comes home. You shook that thought away.

You turned to see Sam fly down as Captain America, you smiled as you listened to his speech.

“Well done, Sammy,” you beamed, finishing preparing the meal.

You waited for Bucky to come home. When the door opened, you saw him standing there. He looked tired but not too badly injured.

“Hi, Sarge,” you said tearfully, standing opposite him.

Bucky smiled at you and held his arms out to you, you ran and hugged him tightly.

“I made you your favourite pasta dish,” you said into his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Bucky said quietly.

You let Bucky shower, then you got his plate ready. Bucky kissed your temple lovingly, and then sat opposite you and you both sat and ate. You smiled as Bucky looked very happy, you were just glad he was okay.

“Somebody thanked me today,” Bucky said quietly as you two cleaned up after dinner.

You looked at him. People were finally seeing the man you see and that made your heart swell with pride and love.

“I saved them from a burning truck,” Bucky said quietly as he dried a plate.

“You went near fire???” You asked, fear spreading through you.

“To save lives,” Bucky said gently, looking at you.

“You’re a hero, baby. You should be thanked,” you said, smiling lovingly at Bucky. He smiled at you.

Bucky kissed you sweetly. After you both cleaned up, you retired to the living room.

Bucky had his full weight on you, you lying down, Bucky carefully lying right next to you. You had both arms tightly around him, one of your hands making soothing circles on his shoulder, the other sitting comfortably in his hair.

Bucky’s head was in the crook of your neck, his left hand just on the small of your back so it wouldn’t go numb, the other making gentle patterns on your hips.

“We’ve got a house check next week,” you said gently, your cheek on his head.

“What for?” Bucky asked sleepily.

“A cat,” you said, Bucky shot up at you, you giggled.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you said giggling at his excited face.

“You’re an actual angel, did you know?” Bucky asked, kissing you. “My birthday’s not until next week.” He added gently.

“I know,” you said softly as Bucky went back to his position.

“Sam’s invited us over this weekend,” Bucky said, his voice still sounded excited, relaxed and happy. You’ve never seen him happier.

“That would be lovely,” you said, sighing contently, hugging your doting husband a little tighter. “I’m very proud of you, baby. And you should be incredibly proud of yourself.” You added gently.

The following weekend, you did the drive up to Louisiana. The house check went very well, and you both would be picking up Bucky’s dream cat the following Monday.

As Bucky drove, the gentle music playing, Bucky softly tapping his thumb against the wheel in rhythm, the warm spring breeze washing through the windows, ruffling your clothes and Bucky’s beautiful brunette hair, you’ve never felt more at peace than you did at this very moment.

You gently grasped Steve’s dog tags in your hand, hoping that wherever Steve is, he’s as proud of Bucky as you are. You looked at Bucky, he was gently singing along to Fly Me To the Moon, you smiled.

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. You are all i long for, all i worship and adore, in other words please be true,” Bucky softly sang, you smiled.

“In other words, I love you,” you both sang in unison.

You saw a smile on Bucky’s lips at hearing your voice join his.

Bucky was happy, and it was all thanks to you.

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Prt 16 here:

it wasn’t his fault 16

Summery: Y/N supports Sam’s decision of not taking the shield, but when Bucky finds out the hard way by mistake, a fight between the married couple takes place.

*IF YOU ARE NEW TO MARVEL AND HAVEN’T SEEN AVENGERS: ENDGAME DO NOT READ ON AS THERE’S MENTIONS OF A MAJOR SPOILER. TINY TFATWS SPOILER AS WELL, ONLY MILD.

Parings: husband!Bucky x wife!Star!reader. Sam Wilson x Stark!reader (platonic).

Warnings: mentions of food, arguing, shouting, swearing, crying, major Endgame spoiler, mild TFATWS spoiler and angst with a hint of fluff.

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You and Bucky walked down together then parted ways. You got your cab and went to where Steve’s memorial was.

With you and Sam being the last two remaining avengers on earth who really knew Steve, you both had to say something about Steve.

You arrived earlier to help Sam, and to catch up.

“How’re you holding up?” Sam asked gently, after your hug.

“I could be worse,” you admitted. “How’re you holding up?”

“I could be worse,” Sam said gently.

“Something’s wrong, Sam? What’s up?” You asked gently.

“I can’t take the shield. I can’t …I’m not …” he said looking away from you.

“What do you want to do?” You asked gently.

“I’m giving it to the government,” Sam said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

“…if you think that’s best, then I support your decision,” you said, placing your hand on Sam’s knee.

“A…are you sure?” Sam asked gently.

“I think you’d make a fantastic Captain America, but if you aren’t ready then you aren’t ready,” you said gently, “you’re my friend, Sam. I’ll support you no matter what you choose,” you added gently.

Sam smiled softly at you.

“Are you two ready?” A member of the team asked.

You looked at Sam, he winked at you then you both nodded.

You looked at your watch. Bucky would be beginning his first therapy session now. You sighed heavily as you got ready to say things about Steve to a bunch of strangers who didn’t know him.

You quickly sent Bucky a text, turned your phone off and shoved it in your purse, then went out.

You were first to say your piece. You looked out and your eyes fell upon James Rhodes. You smiled gratefully at him.

“Growing up in the Avengers compound was great. Not only did I get to use the term “I’m Iron Man’s daughter” but I also got to use the term “my best friend is Captain America” …let’s just say, absolutely nobody dared to bully me,” you said.

Everyone gave a breathy laugh, you saw Rhodes smile at you, you could feel Sam behind you smiling.

“Steve Rogers was more than a hero to me. He was my big brother. My best friend. He was always there for me when I was growing up and even when I was grown up…he …he…he helped me through every break up, every argument with my dad and …he always knew how to make things better. Plus, I got A+’s on all of my history exams,” you said.

Another breathy laugh. You took a deep breath.

“Steve was always there, whenever I needed him. He helped me through so many things and for that I am incredibly grateful. Not only did he help me, he also is the reason I met the man I married and love. I just hope, Steve, that you have found peace….the whole world misses you…but I miss you the …the…the mo…m…most,” you choked on your last words as you clutched Steve’s dog tags that were around your neck.

The room was silent, only the occasional sniffs were heard. You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder, and then a gentle grip. You nodded towards the crowd then gave Sam a brave smile, before sitting back down.

Sam gave his speech, and then announced that he wasn’t going to be taking over as Captain America.

It was true, you did think he’d be a fantastic Captain America, but you also understood he had to do what was in his heart.

After the memorial and you both caught up with Rhodes, Sam looked at you.

“You heading back to New York?” Sam asked gently after you both said goodbye to Rhodes.

“Yeah. I promised Bucky I’d make his favourite meal,” you said, zipping up your coat.

“You pamper him, don’t you?” Sam smirked at you.

“Have you seen his eyes? Would you be able to say no to those big puppy dog eyes of his?” You asked, smirking at him as you both walked out of the museum.

“Yes. Yes I would and in fact, I have,” Sam said.

“You’re heartless, man. How can you say no to Bucky? Saying no to Bucky is like saying no to Elmo!” You said.

You and Sam both stopped walking and looked at each other.

“…did you just compare a 106yr old ex assign to a adorable friendly puppet on Sesame Street?” Sam asked.

“…possibly,” you said turning red.

You both looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

“You’re very welcome to come to dinner,” you said gently, after your laughing had calmed down.

“Thanks, but I ….I should get back home. I think Sarah’s cooking gumbo tonight,” Sam said.

“Well, enjoy your evening,” you said gently, giving him a hug.

“And you….make sure Bucky finds out about the shield in the nicest way, won’t you?” Sam asked worriedly when you both let go.

“I promise,” you said.

———

You arrived home later that day, Bucky wasn’t home yet. You sent him a text to let him know you’re home. You then jumped in the shower and changed into your comfies and then started preparing dinner. You had your favourite playlist going on in the background.

You were too engrossed singing along to your favourite song while you cooked dinner to hear the front door unlock.

When you realised someone was behind you, your instincts as an avenger took in and you threw a knife directly at the “intruder”

“Well…this is a new way to greet me,” Bucky joked, catching the knife with his metallic hand.

“Jesus Bucky! I almost had a heart attack!” You said, clutching your chest.

“Sorry, doll. I didn’t want to disturb your concert,” Bucky said, putting the knife down then going over to you.

“Oh god, you heard?” You asked going red as your arms snaked around his neck.

“Every word,” Bucky said, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you close. “I also think everybody in this apartment block heard,” he added, smirking at your blushed cheeks.

“How was the first session?” You asked gently, snaking your arms around his neck lovingly.

“Meh. Alright. I don’t know if it helped,” Bucky said shrugging, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

“Give it time, they’ll help,” you said gently as your foreheads touched.

“I hope so,” Bucky muttered.

“Grub’s up if you’re hungry Sargent,” you said gently, looking at Bucky.

Your foreheads were pressed together, his eyes were shut. When he held you this close, his eyes were always shut, but yours were always open.

“Starving,” Bucky said opening his eyes to see his favourite pair of eyes looking back at him.

“Come on then. Dinner’s ready,” you said gently.

You knew something was going on in Bucky’s mind but you also knew not to ask him too many questions. He shuts you off very easily. It hurts but you also know he has to work out whatever he’s feeling on his own.

“Bucky, you know I think you’re amazing, right?” You said that evening, after another failed attempt at getting him to come to bed with you.

“I know, doll,” Bucky said, kissing you sweetly. “I promise I’m okay.” He gave you a brave smile.

You weren’t convinced. You sighed and watched your husband venture alone into the living room.

———

“Buck! Have you seen my…Bucky?” You asked.

You saw Bucky sitting on the floor, staring at the tv. You could tell he was angry. You saw him. You watched him tearfully. You carefully went over to him.

Your heart sank. Another man was holding the shield. A shield that didn’t belong to him. You daren’t think what was going through Bucky’s mind.

You stood anxiously next to Bucky as you both watched the story unfold.

“Bucky, we can figure this out,” you said gently, kneeling beside him.

Bucky didn’t take his eyes off the screen. You could see he was fuming angry.

“I didn’t know him, but he was like a brother to me,” John Walker said live on air.

This time…you were angry.

“Oh no he didn’t,” you snapped, standing up and storming over to the phone.

“Who’re you calling, Y/N?” Bucky’s voice was tearful.

“The government. That’s Sam’s shield and nobody else’s,” you snapped, grabbing the phone.

“Are they gonna listen to you?!” Bucky snapped, standing up and switching the tv off.

“They have to!” You snapped.

“Why?! Why should they listen to you?!” Bucky snapped.

Both of you were getting angry. At the best of times, you both let your bad emotions catch up to you and react badly.

“Because I’m Iron Man’s daughter!” You snapped, you were shaking as you held the phone, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Y/N, doll, that’s not going to work,” Bucky said, trying to calm down, he hated seeing you sad.

“It has to. Someone has to try something,” your voice shook.

“Y/N, come on, put the phone down and let’s just…walk it off,” Bucky said, taking a shakey angry breath.

“I’m not giving up. I’m Iron…Iron Man’s daughter,” you said tearfully, dialling someone from the government’s number.

“Y/N, please. You have to stop,” Bucky said, taking the phone from you, his anger slowly returning.

“They’ll listen to me, Bucky. I’m Iron Man’s daughter,” you said tearfully.

You couldn’t find the words. The same words kept repeating in your head.

You and Bucky never fight so when you do, it catches you off guard, both of you.

“TONY’S DEAD THAT’S NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE! THE GOVERNMENT DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE, IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK SO JUST DROP IT!”Bucky suddenly screamed, making you jump.

He didn’t mean what he said. You stared at him, he didn’t mean to make you cry, yet he did. He felt awful.

“Bucky, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” you sniffed, wiping your eyes frantically knowing how upset with himself Bucky can get.

Bucky backed away then left slamming the door behind him. You stood in the kitchen, crying. Holding yourself.

You didn’t know what was about to happen.

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AN: i haven’t had the chance to rewatch TFATWS yet so i’m doing all this from memory, so please forgive me if i’ve got all this mixed up/wrong! i’m gonna rewatch it very soon !

Part 17 here:

it wasn’t his fault 17

DO NOT READ ON IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN TFATWS YET AS THERE ARE SOME MILD SPOILERS IN THIS PART.

Summery: after Y/N and Bucky’s first proper fight, Y/N grows worried about her husband and manages to find him.

Parings: husband!Bucky x wife!Stark!reader. Sam Wilson x Stark!reader (platonic).

Characters: Torres, FlagSmashers, John Walker and Lemer Hoskins.

Warnings: mentions of argument, grumpy!Bucky, canon violence, mild TFATWS spoiler and angst with a hint of fluff.

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You had called Bucky seven times and left many cringey messages on his phone. You sighed heavily. You decided to follow him.

“He’s such a grandpa,” you sighed, a small smile spreading on your lips as you saw he hadn’t turned his phone off so you could track him easily.

“He’s with Sam, good,” you said to yourself before you memorised the address.

You grabbed your coat and a few weapons and the watch just in case, then ran out the door.

The watch activates the suit of armour your dad made you. it’s very good disguise and a really nice and working watch.

You found Bucky and Sam in an old warehouse.

“What’re you doing here?” Bucky grumbled at you.

“Nice to see you too, Barnes,” you snapped, folding your arms. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I’m not a child, mom,” Bucky snapped.

“Yet you still act like one,” you retorted back.

“Huh-oh. Marriage problems?” Sam asked awkwardly.

“Back off, Sam,” Bucky snapped walking angrily away.

“We had a tiny fight about John Walker,” you said shaking your head at Bucky’s grumpy behaviour.

“Tiny fight?” Sam asked. “He’s been in an even worse mood,” he added.

“I’m sorry, Sam. You know how he is…how we both are,” you said sighing.

“Shit at dealing with feelings?” Sam asked.

“Exactly,” you said.

“Come on, let’s go see Mr Grumpy. He’ll calm down and forgive you, I’m sure. He loves you, more than anything,” Sam said, patting your shoulder.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said gratefully.

“What’re we dealing with now? Gandalf?” Bucky asked.

Bucky had calmed down a little bit, with you being there, he seemed to have relaxed slightly and he did apologise to you, even if it was half hearted. You knew a proper apology was on the way, sooner or later.

“I…how do you know about Gandalf?” Sam asked.

“I read The Hobbit. In 1937. When it first came out,” Bucky said, very very sassy.

You snorted, both the men whipped their heads at you.

“Sorry,” you said. “It’s nice to have my Bucky back,” you added, giving Bucky’s hand a gentle squeeze before going over to Torres.

“Oh my god…you’re Dame Y/N S. Barnes ….” Torres said, his eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Hi kid,” you said giggling.

“This is going to sound wildly unprofessional of me…but huh. You’re my favourite avenger,” Torres said going bright red.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this…this is wildly unprofessional…have you got a pen?” You asked, going bright red.

“Y-yes a-and i have a piece of paper too,” Torres said, scrambling to get the pen and paper.

You happily signed it, seeing Torres’ face so lit up made you happy.

“Keep doing good, Torres. The world needs more people like you,” you said, gently patting him on the shoulder.

“You ready?” Sam asked once he and Bucky had stopped arguing, they joined you and Torres.

“Ready as ever,” you said, you noticed Bucky giving you that little smile of pride he always gives you, your heart warmed.

You were on the jet, you sat next to Bucky.

“…are you having a staring contest with Sam?” You asked, trying not to giggle at the two men being unbelievably childish.

“…yes,” Bucky said going bright red.

“Dork,” you giggled.

You arrived at the designation, Torres watched as Sam flew out and you clicked the watch on your wrist to be automatically changed into your amour your dad built you.

“Oh my god I’ve just seen that in the flesh,” Torres gaped, “it looks even cooler in real life…much better than my action figure,” he went bright red as you burst out laughing.

Bucky smirked at him too.

“Hey kid, she’s mine, back off,” Bucky joked gently, making Torres blush harder.

You smiled. Bucky called you “his”. He forgave you. You nodded gratefully at him.

“So Buck. Fancy a lift?” You asked, knowing Bucky was the only one who couldn’t fly.

“No thanks. I can figure out a way down,” Bucky grumbled at you.

“Suit yourself sarge. See ya later kid,” you saluted Torres as you put your helmet on and flew down.

You met up with Sam in the sky.

“What’s that robot going to do?” Sam asked as you flew next to him.

“Knowing his dumbass, likely jump out of the jet without a parachute,” you said as you both landed.

“Let’s have red wing visit him, shall we?” Sam asked as you both heard a crash. “Yep, that dork jumped out of the jet without a parachute,” Sam confirmed.

“Idiot,” you sighed with a smile.

Just then, Bucky came crashing into Sam. Bucky was on top of Sam.

“Do you guys need a moment?” You asked.

“You. Are getting on my last nerve,” Bucky growled at you as he shot up.

“You love me,” you said, giving him your best innocent eyes.

“Dork,” Bucky smiled softly.

“Wait a minute, two minutes ago you two were gonna kill each other! How come you’re both back to being all lovey dovey and gross?” Sam asked as he stood up just as you two were about to kiss.

“Because Sam,” Bucky growled, “it’s what being married is all about. Forgiveness.” He said.

“Wow one day of therapy and you’re a changed man,” you said rather proudly.

Bucky growled at you but you could see a hint of a smile.

You soon met up with a group called FlagSmashers. They weren’t on your side. To say you missed fighting was an understatement.

You hated fighting, it was the worst thing about being an avenger. You tried desperately to fight, but it had been so long, you were rusty.

You were in the middle of a fist fight with the leader, Karli.

“We can talk, try and work things out,” you suggested as you dodged a punch.

“You’re getting in our way!” Karli snapped, dodging your punch.

You huffed as you stumbled backwards and nearly fell off the truck, Bucky grabbed you and threw you too violently causing you to go over the edge.

He screamed your name, forgetting you still had your suit on, so you saved yourself. You flew beside the truck.

“You waited until my heart exploded?” Bucky shouted, a smile showed you he was okay.

“Sorry, I like keeping my men on their toes,” you shrugged.

“Men? Plural?” Bucky said, pretending to be shocked.

“Ye-BUCKY!” You screamed.

Bucky didn’t see Karli behind him, she punched him and he fell off the truck, he grabbed hold of the truck near the wheels.

“Did that little girl kick your ass?” Sam teased, now flying beside you.

Bucky growled at him. You giggled.

“Come on, Buck. Gimme your hand,” you said.

Bucky growled at you too. You and Sam flew away, Bucky soon caught up with you both.

Sam and Bucky were again arguing as you pressed the watch and your suit vanished and you were back wearing the clothes you had chosen. You rolled your eyes as you walked at the pair bickering. A van drove next to you.

“18 miles is a long walk, gentlemen…lady,” John Walker said.

“We’d rather walk, thanks,” Bucky said angrily, gently grabbing your hand protectively.

When Bucky didn’t trust another person and you were around, he had recently grown accustomed to taking your hand to show you’re not to be messed with.

“Come on. We just wanna talk,” John said.

You looked at Bucky, who looked at Sam. Sam nodded at you both then Sam and Bucky climbed onto the truck.

“May I?” John asked, offering his hand out to you, you saw Bucky tense.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you said politely as you climbed up onto the truck and seated yourself between Bucky and Sam.

Bucky’s hand laid protectively on your thigh, you knew Bucky didn’t like the “innocent gesture” John made just then.

You just knew the car ride was going to end in some form of …violence.

——-

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The Falcon, The Winter Soldier and The Asgardian Princess

AN: I’ve only just completed my Christmas shopping …did it all online in a blind panic. I’ve just gotta get my best friend’s Christmas present (her birthday is the week before Christmas and I’m likely not seeing her until the new year so gotta get it sent to her house!! Both presents!!!) so enjoy this part!

Summery: You see Bucky becoming the hero you always knew he is, and you’re so proud.

Part 9 here:

tfatwsatap 9

Paring: husband!dad!Bucky x wife!mum!Asgardian!F!Reader

Characters: Y/N Barnes, Bucky Barnes, Loki Barnes (your probably now 6 month old son), Sam Wilson and some passerbys.

Warning: crying, possible swearing (I don’t remember!!) slight TFATWS spoilers (if you’re on tumblr, chances are you are aware of these), canon violence from marvel, gun use and angst with slllight fluff?

*THIS PART CONTAINS GUN USE, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU.

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After Loki woke up, he did start crying because Bucky wasn’t home. Once you managed to calm him down, you gently fed him, burped him then got him ready to go.

You carefully gathered Loki’s things. Yes, you had to bring Loki with you. You couldn’t keep asking Sarah to watch him.

You managed to find where the men were. You put Loki in your pouch on your chest and went out the door.

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby, okay?” You said gently, Loki smiled up at you, sucking his binkie, you smiled. “Good boy.” You said gently.

Loki made a tiny little coo, and you melted. You kissed him gently. You kept your arms around your baby protectively. You hunted for the men.

“Look! It’s The Falcon!” One passerby said.

“That’s not The Falcon! That’s Captain America!” Another corrected him, you shot your head up.

Your eyes watered with pride as you saw Sam fly past, holding the shield.

“That’s Captain America,” you beamed.

Loki made a noise of excitement, you smiled. You needed to find Bucky. You knew going into danger with your baby was hard and scary, but you didn’t want Bucky being alone.

You held your baby close to you, and tightly, and you shut your eyes tightly and focused. One of your powers was that you could always sense where your loved one is. Wherever in the world or universe, you can feel them.

You felt Bucky, you looked at Loki who looked at you.

“Let’s go baby,” you said quietly.

You followed your senses and found Bucky. He was headed towards literal fire. You clasped your hand over your mouth and saw him force open a truck which had loads of civilians inside.

Your eyes watered when one thanked Bucky, you could tell he wasn’t used to hearing those words. He turned around and saw you, his heart sank.

“What the heck did I say to you?” He asked angrily, running over to you both.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sit and wait at home,” you whimpered, holding your baby close.

“Y/N…you need to leave. You and Loki are in danger…hi buddy,” Bucky said tearfully, kissing the top of Loki’s head after Loki made Bucky’s heart melt by giving his papa his biggest smile through his binkie.

“I don’t want to leave,” you said tearfully, looking at the interaction between your husband and your son and you start to feel calm again.

“Do I have to take my shirt off again?” Bucky teased lightly, looking at you, his right hand gently resting on Loki’s back.

“I mean I wouldn’t object. But you might get cold,” you teased, Bucky smiled.

“You’re gonna have to agree with me on this, doll. I can’t have my family in trouble, please?” Bucky asked nervously, you sighed but nodded.

He kissed you lovingly, you kissed him lovingly back. He gently kissed Loki then ran towards danger. You looked down and saw Loki’s little eyes water.

“You’re okay, baby. Mama’s still here. Papa’s gonna save the world,” you said gently, you walked back to the side lines.

Loki grew anxious and you hated that for him. You took him out of the pouch and gently bounced him up and down in your arms, humming the Asgardian tune to him gently.

You could hear explosions from left and right and it made you feel sick with worry. what felt like an eternity, you saw Bucky.

You went over to him, still holding Loki in your arms, he started wiggling when he saw his papa, making grabby hands towards him. You gently passed Loki to Bucky, you smiled as Bucky began showering Loki with kisses, making Loki squeal happily.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you said gently, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist.

With Loki on his hip, Bucky gently pulled you closer to him.

“Our hero,” you said gently as Loki had the biggest smile on his face causing you both to smile too.

You both looked up to see Sam fly down with Karli in his arms, you got ready as you heard Sam give the most inspiring speech you have ever heard. You held Bucky close, you let Loki take a hold of your finger as you both listened.

Sam smiled at the cameras then went over to join you. Loki made excited squeals to Sam indicating that he now wanted to be held by his favourite uncle.

Bucky kissed Loki’s cheek before handing him to Sam.

“Hey buddy,” Sam smiled as you walked the other side of Sam.

“You did a good job, Sam. I’m so proud of you,” you said gently, smiling at how happy your son was.

“I was texting. So all I heard was black guy in stripes and stars,” Bucky teased.

Sam smiled, so did you.

“Well done, cap,” Bucky said gently, softly hitting Sam’s back, Sam smiled, so did you.

“You’re gonna be incredible, Captain,” you said, Sam smiled even more.

——-

You smiled gently as you lent in the doorway of Loki’s room that evening when you and your boys had gone home.

Bucky was telling Loki the story of Steve Rogers. He was sat in the chair with Loki in his arms, he was looking down at Loki with so much love and adoration.

Your heart beat for your boys. Bucky was gently talking to Loki while he gave him his bottle, Loki was looking up at Bucky with the same amount of love and adoration.

“You’re good at story time. I think it’s why Lokes doesn’t like it when his mama does it,” you smiled gently.

Bucky smiled as you sat beside him carefully, your arm gently wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky smiled even more.

When Loki finished the bottle, Bucky gently burped his infant son then gently laid him on his chest, letting Loki drift to sleep. You stayed with your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, the pair of you admiring your baby boy.

“Here’s hoping he’ll sleep through tonight,” Bucky said quietly as he carefully stood up with Loki in his arms and carefully walked over to Loki’s cot.

“He has his papa home. I’m sure he will,” you said sighing contently as Bucky gently lowered Loki into his cot.

As Bucky carefully laid Loki down, he gently covered his son over and placed the little bear Loki can’t sleep without.

Bucky gently stroked Loki’s tiny head, you smiled as Bucky told Loki he loved him. Your smile grew bigger as Bucky kissed Loki one more time before you went over to kiss your baby goodnight.

You and Bucky gently walked out of Loki’s room arm in arm, smiling to yourself at the new little life you had both created.

Bucky took his shirt off, laughed again at your stunned silence, then kissed your nose before climbing into bed, you followed after him.

“I want another baby,” you said as Bucky laid down and then you lied down in the crook of his arms.

“I do too,” Bucky said gently.

“C…can we try?“ you asked excitedly, gently resting your chin on his chest to look at him.

“Let’s try,” Bucky smiled, you beamed.

——

You were on the road, god knows where you were going. Bucky didn’t say anything and it worried you. You were sat in the backseat next to Loki.

“If anything happens,” Bucky said as he pulled up, “I need you to jump in the front and drive. Don’t wait for me. Just drive as fast and far as you can,” he added, turning to face you.

You nodded worriedly. Your hand protectively placed on Loki’s car seat. Loki looked between his parents worriedly.

“I love you both,” Bucky said gently, looking between you.

“We love you,” you said fearfully.

You watched as Bucky got out of the car.

“It’s alright baby. Daddy’s okay,” you said gently, letting Loki grab your finger with his tiny fist.

You smiled softly. Your heart sank as you saw Bucky stand opposite Zemo. You looked fearfully at Loki and told him it’s alright before covering Loki’s car seat with your coat.

You went cold as you saw Bucky hold a gun to Zemo. You wanted to get out of the car but you stopped yourself to protect Loki.

“Don’t do it baby. Please,” you whispered, your son still under your coat and your finger still being held by his tiny fist.

You could feel your baby shaking and it broke you. You kept your eyes firmly on Bucky.

A sigh of relief made its way through your lips as Bucky’s left hand released, all the bullets fell out. You sighed again as Ayo took Zemo away. Bucky and Ayo interacted in Wakandan, then Bucky thanked her and made his way back to the car.

You lifted your coat off Loki’s seat, your heart broke as you saw Loki’s big eyes shine with tears.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry,” you said softly, kissing Loki as Bucky got in the car.

“He won’t find us,” you heard Bucky mutter to himself.

“I’m proud of you, baby,” you said, gently placing your hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

He took your hand and kissed it lovingly.

“Let’s go,” he sighed.

You sat back in your seat, your baby boy’s fist still tightly around your index finger.