Bucky should’ve seen it coming. Somehow, they’d managed to get closer to each other and he was surprisingly okay with it. He found himself wondering how he could ever forget those mesmerizing green eyes of hers and how easy it was to get lost.

Her lips didn’t feel like they belonged to a stranger. It was quite the opposite. They were something the old Bucky remembered, the one who remembered her as the splashes of color in an otherwise dark world. He was starting to see that as more pieces fell into place.

Without breaking the kiss, he closed whatever space was left between them and wrapped his arms around her to keep her close.

In that moment, he was home.

 ONCE  THE  WIDOW  FELT  HIS  LIPS  so  softly  pressed  against  hers,  it  felt  like  nothing  changed  for  her.  it  felt  like  she  had  her  James  back.  feeling  his  hands  on  her  body,  his  arms  wrapped  around  her  feeling  him  so  close  to  her,  her  heard  was  beating  heavier  inside  her  chest.  

“Smartass.” Bucky chuckled and kissed her in return, his arms wrapping around her so she couldn’t escape.

 A  SMALL  SMILE  GROWING  ON  HER  LIPS  when  she  felt  his  arms  wrapped  around  her,  holding  her  close  to  his  frame.  ❛  mhh  I  know  .  .  ❜       she  hummed,  lifting  herself  up  to  press  another  kiss  on  his  lips

Send “Red drop” for a starter where my muse is a human and yours is a vampire desiring their blood.

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Darcy could feel eyes on her again as she worked on her laptop, this was 3rd times that she felt them but always ignore it, hoping that who ever it was would get bored and leave her alone, so that she could get more work done..

Looking up from laptop, she noticed a man(who was rather good looking) who was looking at her from across the room, his eyes seem rather dark but she couldn’t be sure from where she was sitting, but the look he was giving her was almost like he looking at at his next meal/prey and scared that hell out of her.

Moving was difficult, and that might be in part due to the armor he was wearing, unfamiliar but incredibly comforting in its weight. He had no idea why, no, but he didn’t have the urge to take it off, and he reached up, noting there was no helmet currently up though he had the sense there should be one. After all, who made armor that didn’t have full coverage? That just seemed ridiculous.

It took work to get to his feet, his whole body heavy, and he frowned, noting that the whole thing should have power and... didn’t. Looking around didn’t have any clues for him because he was in the middle of a field near trees, and there was a sun in the sky. So helpful that. What, was he going to read the time of day from his shadow?

And there she was. Finally? Finally. Natasha will be a Jaeger. Well if she passes the test. But she was optimistic. How bad could it be.

Once they called her Natasha got dressed, ready to kick some asses as she was about to go to that fighting test. She was used to fight, she learned how to dodge attacks and k.o. the other with least effort.

So she grabbed the ‘weapon’ and waited for her opponent. She didn’t care if it was a man or a woman. She would defeat them.

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Bucky glanced behind him, trying to figure out what she meant by that. It was hard to see where Bucky Barnes and hero belonged in the same sentence, so when anyone called him that he usually denied it.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Yes I think I do, because you need to hear it.” She smiled at him. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to look anymore uncomfortable мой милый.” She placed a hand on his arm. “You can’t ignore how much good you’re doing out there as Captain America. You really are a hero.”