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Not Alone

Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

Not Alone

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Could you do one where Steve finds an orphaned little girl somehow and he kinda takes her under his wing please?

Note: Awwwwww. Let’s say reader is about five years old? Maybe a bit younger?

After Sokovia, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries set up a program to reunite survivors with their families and find them sustainable housing. Steve Rogers and the rest of the new Avengers helped some days, trying to help families find each other.

It had been months, and yet one little girl hadn’t found her family. And she wouldn’t. They were all gone.

“Sweetie,” Steve knelt down in front of you. You were sitting in a chair under the tent the team was stationed at. It was empty, and the only people left were them and you. “How would you like to come home with us?”

“Okay,” you nodded, sniffles left from all of the crying. You wiped your eyes. Steve smiled, offering you his large hand. You latched onto his finger as he led you to the quinjet. Steve helped you into a car seat and buckled you in. The machine took off.

“Are you Captain America?” you asked. He smiled, gentle blue eyes sparkling.

“I am,” he nodded. “But my friends call me Steve. You can call me Steve too, if you want.”

“Steve, where are we going?”

“To the Avengers Facility,” Steve answered. “Somewhere you’ll be safe, where you won’t have to be alone.”

“Good.” You smiled gently. “I don’t like being alone.”

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Weeks later, you woke up crying. Nightmares about Sokovia plagued your sleep and you could never seem to sleep without a disturbance.

Steve came to your room soon after, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and clicking on your bedroom light.

“You okay?” he asked. You shook your head, fresh tears forming in your eyes. He jogged over and sat on your bed. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay, I promise,”

“It was Sokovia all over again,” you sobbed, your tiny body shaking. “I was all alone…”

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.” Steve grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and wiped your tears away.

“S-Steve, please don’t leave,” you begged.

“I won’t,” Steve smiled softly. He bent forward and kissed your forehead. “I’ll sleep on your couch. Right over here.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Goodnight Steve,”

“Goodnight,”

Daddy Makeover

Pairing: Father!Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

Word Count:1030

Summary: Bucky has a five year old daughter who wants to give him a makeover.

Request:  omg will you write one where bucky is the readers dad and the reader is still pretty young (like 5-7 ish?) and they like to give bucky makeovers and steve walks in when buckys hair is all done up and stuff?

Note: I honestly love writing this kind of stuff, like please send me more of these kind of scenaros with Marvel Parents

“Uncle Tony!” Your, oh so, small legs carried you into the lab of one of the ‘Uncles’ you lived with. “Uncle Tony, have you seen Daddy anywhere!?” You yelled once more before standing in front of him.

Tony grabbed you from the waist and set you on his lap. “Sorry squirt, haven’t seen the old man today.”

“Awn…” You pouted lightly. You jumped off his lap before saying “Alright. Bye Uncle Stank!”

“Halt bugger brain!” He got onto his feet, walked towards you and turned you around to face him. He crouched down to your height. “Where did you here that name?”

“Uncle Rhodes told me.” You giggled a bit. “He told me if I called you that he would give me candy… Which he did.”

He sighed before shaking his head. “Alright, fine. You can run off to find your dad now. Bye squirt.” He gave you a light pat on the head, sending you off. When leaving the lab, you heard your Uncle yelling “Rhodey!”

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You made your way to the living room, since that’s where most of your ‘family’ would be. In your five years of living, you lived with your dad, Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers in the Tower. You never really knew your mother since no one will tell you what happened to her so you didn’t bother asking until they wanted too.

“Auntie Tash! Uncle Clint!” You ran towards the pair that were sitting on the couch and sat in-between them.

“Hey, bub. What do you need.” Natasha asked you while petting your long hair.

“Have any of you seen Daddy?” You asked them, looking at them with hopeful eyes.

“Sorry, [Y/N], we haven’t seen him today.” Clint told you which made you sigh. “Why don’t you go ask Uncle Steve, he usually knows where he is.”

Your eyes beamed because it was true, Steve always knew where he was. “Thank you Auntie Tash and Uncle Clint!” You gave them both a quick peck on the cheek before you short legs carried you towards where you thought your Uncle Steve was.

“Uncle Steve, where are you?!” You called out, frantically looking for him.

“I’m in the dining room.” You heard his voice and you ran faster, well as fast as your legs could.

When you ran into the dining room, you saw him talking with Wanda. “Uncle Steve, there you are!” You hugged his long leg before he bent down to pick you up which you wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Hi Auntie Wanda.” You smiled at her and waved.

“Hello, [Y/N].” She came closer and poked your side lightly which made you laugh a bit.

“Hey, munchkin.” Steve gave you a small peck on the cheek. “What can I do for you, shorty?” Steve was your favorite uncle, everyone knew that. He was there with you since birth and after your mother died, he watched over you when Bucky couldn’t or when he needed it because it got hard for him to do it all alone.

“Do you know where Daddy is?” You asked what felt like the millionth time. “Uncle Clint said you would know where he is and it’s really important.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What is so important that you have to look for your dad?”

You shook your head. “You’ll see later, Uncle Steve. So can you please tell me where he is?”

He mimicked your action with a light chuckle. “He’s in his room watching some Television.”

“Thank you, Uncle Steve.” You waited a second but you were still in his arms. “You can let me down now, Uncle Steve.” Yo gave him a serious look.

“Sassy, aren’t we?” He asked you but you didn’t bother answering, you just giggled and nodded. “I’ll see you later, munchkin.” He set you down on the ground where you were once again short.

“Bye, Uncle Steve and Auntie Wanda!”

-

You entered you fathers room with a big smile. “Daddy!” You exclaimed when you saw him sitting on the couch in his room.

He turned his head at the sound of your voice. A smile formed on his lips when you came running towards him, so he grabbed you and sat you on his lap. “Well, hello princess.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek which you giggled at because his stubble tickled when it rubbed against your cheek.

“I have a very important question too ask you, Daddy.” You gave him the same serious look you gave Steve.

“And, what would that be?” He cocked his eyebrow, such as Steve did.

“I want to give you a makeover.” You gave him a pleading look, a look that he couldn’t resist.

“Why do I need a makeover, don’t you think I’m pretty enough? Do you think I’m… Ugly?“ He played the fake offended. He started to tickle you which put you into a fit of giggles.

“D-Daddy, s-stop it!” You giggled at, it was a sound he could never get tired of.

He stopped once you asked him because, like him, you get mad when you have too ask twice. “Only because I love you.” He told you while giving you another kiss.

“So, about that makeover Daddy…”

-

An hour later and whatever makeover items you had, later, your dad was all dolled up. He had a bunch of braids in his shoulder length hair, red lipstick and blue eye shadow and he still doesn’t know what he looked like.

You heard the door open and Steve’s voice was heard “Hey Buck-” He stopped when he saw the view. “Wow, you never looked any better, Bucky.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Punk.” You father muttered.

You gasped and lightly tapped your dads shoulder. “Daddy! Language…” You scolded your father on his 'dirty’ language.

“Steve, you corrupted my daughter!” Your father exclaimed.

“At least we know she won’t swear…” You heard your uncle whisper to no one. You saw him take at his cell phone. “The internet will love this. Smile!” You complied and smiled for the picture while your father looked back at you, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Do Me a Favor (Part 9)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,227

Warnings: None.

“Do Me a Favor” Masterlist

A/N: Here’s part 9, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes.

You gasped, covering your mouth with a hand as the hurt hit your chest. You hadn’t thought about Bucky ever walking away from you. Bucky had been a permanent fixture in your life for so long and now… Tears streamed down your cheeks, pain invading every fiber of your being. It had only taken three days for everything to fall apart, for your most intimate relationship to come apart at the seams.

You bent at the waist, letting the bitter tears out and muffling your sobs with your hand. You didn’t want anyone barging in, attempt to offer you comfort for this. It had been your decision after all. You knew how Bucky was, how much he feared new things. And you had still fallen for that smile, those expressive eyes. Had let the bliss of a dance and the close proximity of handsome Bucky reel you in, and you were gone. Hook, line, and sinker.

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Nightmares

by lunastars

“Shh, it’s okay.” The fingers of her left hand tangled in his hair, while the thumb of her right hand rubbed gentle circles over his cheek. “Breathe, Bucky. It was just a nightmare.”

Words: 700, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Wanda Maximoff

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Shake Your Ass, Barnes

Summary: One way to meet the new recruit is to have him think he’s seeing double of the infamous Black Widow, but there is Just Dance too.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Reader

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Mild Swearing

A/N: I’ve been really inactive recently because of the shit going down in my friendship group but I’ve decided to make an x reader based of a gif imagine I made. Also, младшая сестра means little sister, and мудак means asshole. I thought I’d say before I caused any confusion. Enjoy!

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Maybe tinkering with Tony’s cars at 2:30am wasn’t the best idea. Especially when he caught you…

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He asked, concern in his voice.

You pushed yourself out from under the car and wiped your forehead with a greasy rag. “Fixing this pile of crap. How’d you know it was me?”

“No, I meant what are you doing up at 2:30 in the morning. And to answer your previous question, your sister wouldn’t be under a car, is how I know.”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep so I thought that I’d come down here. I’ve finished all of my projects and the blueprints for my new weapons system haven’t finished downloading yet so the next best thing was to fix up your old car.” You said, lowering yourself back under.

“(Y/N)?” Tony said.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“(Y/N), it’s not funny. Go to bed, you’ll regret staying up later if you don’t sleep.”

“Fine, but I’ll be back down here after.” You said, pulling yourself up on the large toolbox and dumping the rag on the hood of the car.

-

‘What time is it?’ you thought, rolling over to the bedside cabinet to check your phone.

10:30am

You groaned and let yourself fall back onto the bed for moment, before wrapping your duvet around your body and shuffling to the kitchen for some coffee.

“Mornin’ Sleeping Beauty.” Clint teased.

“Ugh.” You sighed, grabbing a cup and putting it in the coffee machine.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Do you regret being under a car at 2:30am?” Tony smirked. “I told you you would, sweatheart.”

“Shut it Tony.” You said, sitting on a chair.

You heard the soft patter of your twin sister’s trainers entering the kitchen and turned around to great her.

“Hey, младшая сестра.” You smiled.

“You’re only 6 minutes older than me.” Natasha smirked, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Indeed I am.” You smirked back at her. “What are your plans for today?”

“Training, then off to a mission. I should only be gone 2 days, max. What about you?”

“Take a wild guess.” You tucked your fire-red hair behind your ear. “I’ll be in Tony’s garage tinkering with that pile of metal he calls a car.”

“Don’t be rude.” Tony retorted.

“Sorry, мудак.” You laughed.

Natasha laughed and choked on her apple at what you called Tony.

“Wait, what did she just call me?” He said, curiously. “Should I be insulted?”

“Not at all Tony, not at all.” You smirked, taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

Another set of shoes walked through the halls and into the kitchen. You all turned our heads in the direction of the mystery person and saw one of your new colleagues, Bucky Barnes. You hadn’t had the pleasure to meet him yet, but apparently you were about to.

“Oh shit.” He muttered. “Shit, Steve! What was in that doughnut you gave me? I think I’m seeing double!”

You looked at him confused and then at Natasha.

‘Ohhh, that’s what’s up.’ you thought.

“What, Buck?” Steve said, jogging into the kitchen.

He looked at you, then at Natasha and finally at Bucky.

“Buck, there was nothing in the doughnut. This is Natasha’s twin sister, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my best friend Bucky Barnes. He’s our newest recruit.”

You stuck out a hand for him to shake. “Hi, Bucky. Nice to meet you.”

He took your hand in his you shook it wearily. “Likewise, (Y/N).”

“Well, now that that is over I’m going to modify baby number 47.” Tony said, rubbing his hands together and walking away.

“And Clint and I have to go and train for this mission. Bye (Y/N).” Natasha said, hugging you before she left with Clint.

“Well, I’m going to get ready but I’ll leave you guys to talk. See you 'round, (Y/N).” Steve said before waving goodbye.

“So I guess it’s just us.”+++ You said, smiling at Bucky.

“I guess.” He said, staring down.

“So, what do you wanna do? We could play the new Mortal Combat if you’d like? Or is Just Dance more your scene?” You smirked.

“Just what?” He asked, confused.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” You said, walking to the living room.

-

“Wait, what am I doing?!” The super solider asked.

When Natasha asked you what you were doing today, you definitely wouldn’t have said dancing to Barbie Girl with The Winter Solider.

“Hands on your hips, Barnes! Shake your ass!” You shouted.

“I would take this over training any day, let’s just hope no one sees us doing this.” He laughed.

However, little did you know Steve was watching you two from the corridor trying his best not to laugh at his best friend shaking his ass to Barbie Girl.

The song finished and you two sat back down on the chair, laughing.

“Okay, next song. How about Charleston?” You suggested.

“So I see you two have hit it off.” Steve laughed walking into the living room.

“Oh, shit. Hey Stevie.” Bucky said. “You didn’t see any of that, did you?”

“Not if you didn’t want me to, bud.” Steve smiled.

He looked at the screen before picking up another remote. “So what song is next, guys?”

I Need You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and the reader, whose room is just across the hall from Bucky’s, jumps at the chance to comfort him and make sure he is okay. Warnings: Scary PTSD nightmares~ otherwise all fluff!! <3<3 A/N: I am taking requests!! Send ‘em in!

The nightmares weren’t often, but when they were Bucky had the worst trouble sleeping. He was plagued with revisiting his days as the Winter Soldier in his dreams, when he committed countless crimes and hurt a lot of innocent people. Bucky hated these nightmares and the nights they would occur, he would often wake up in a hot sweat and not be able to get back to sleep.

But tonight was different. The nightmares were back for the first time in a while but they were worse than ever before. In his dream, he was once again the Winter Soldier. At his hands, he saw the weapons he used to hurt families, children… the screams of all the innocent people he hurt were filling his ears. Outside of his dream he knew he was tossing and turning. 

That was when he saw his friends, The Avengers, laying on the ground in front of him. They weren’t moving and they all appeared to be sleeping or something. But Bucky knew that in his dream, he had hurt them. He had hurt you.

Bucky woke with a startle, a scream escaping his lips. But then you came running in his bedroom and he looked up at you, scared and confused.

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“I don't want to ruin you.”

Request: “I just read through all the sentence prompts and I struggled to choose but can you write no.29 for Steve? :D” - @grimes-v-negan

A/N: Okay so I had so much fun writing this one even though it took a while.  I’m really hoping you guys like it!

Warnings: Some Civil War spoilers and slight angst???

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

“Hey Steve are you okay?” You said as you approached Steve who had a blank look on his face.

“No not really.”

You looked at him with a worried look upon your face.  “It’s about Bucky isn’t it?”

He nodded and frowned. “They’re coming after him and me.  I can’t let them get to him. He’s my best friend Y/N.  I just can’t watch them take him.”

“I know. I know. I just want you to know that I’m here for you.  I’m on your side.” You smiled.

“Thanks but the thing is this is most likely going to end up in a war amongst friends.” He paused and let out a sigh “I don’t want it that way and I don’t want you getting involved.” 

“Why?”

“Whenever there’s a war someone ends up getting hurt.”

“So what you’re saying is that  you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle this?”

“No, no.” He shook his head as he faced you. “It’s just that I-” He hesitated for a moment.

“You just what?” You asked a bit too aggressively.

He turned his face away from you and returned to staring out the window. “I don’t want to ruin you.  If you’re on my side you’re outside the law.  Your life could be over for you.”

“Steve listen to me.”  You placed your hand on his face so he could look at you. “I’m willing to fight for what I believe in and I’m willing follow you into battle.  We’re in this together.”

Steve sighed. “If you die its on me.”

“So? It’s my-”

Steve stopped you and removed your hand from his face. “ ‘So?’ What do you mean ‘so?’ You do realize how important you are?”

“Steve my life is a small price to pay if it means you win.”  You didn’t understand what Steve was getting worked up about.  He was always going on about fighting for what you believe in.

“You still don’t understand.”  You could slowly hear Steve’s voice tightening.  You had to admit you were also getting frustrated.

“So please tell me what I don’t understand.” You said disconcertedly.

“I-I-”

“Just say it already!’ You said with a sudden burst of annoyance.

“I love you!” Steve said loudly which sent shivers down your spine.  It also shocked you a bit to find out that he was in love with you.  You weren’t really sure how to respond but you definitely felt something for him too. You decided to take a step closer so your faces were only inches apart.  Your eyes met his.

“I love you too and that’s exactly why I’m always going to be right next-”

He didn’t even give you the chance to finish before he pressed his lips towards yours. The feeling of his warm lips brushing against yours felt so satisfying as if this was the moment you had always been waiting for.

Steve pulled away from the kiss that felt like forever. “I’m sorry.” He said with a cute smile that could make your heart melt.  “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It’s okay as long as we take care of each other we’ll be alright.”

Drunk in Love - Steve Rogers

Hello, I saw bday anons requested their stuff, so I thought I’d also try :) A Steve imagine where Nat drags you to Tony’s Party cause she knows you have a crush on Cap. Then you see him talking to some woman and you decide to get drunk. Later at night you’re pretty drunk but Steve is with you, helping you and trying to take care of you (he also has a crush on you). Then he carries you to his Apartment in his bed & you blurt out your Feelings for him. In the morning he tells you he feels the same

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You were wondering why the hell you had agreed to go to that party or why you had allowed Natasha to get you dressed that way. You didn’t feel sexy that moment, not while you were watching Steve flirt with a blonde woman on the other side of the room. Fuck it your crush on Captain America. Fuck it Natasha and her habit of thinking she knew everything. Fuck it being sober and suffering for someone who didn’t see you with the same eyes. You would drink until you wake up the next day in Natasha’s sofa.

“Give me that bottle of tequila, please.” You tapped on the bar counter and pointed to the bottle you wanted, the bartender looked confused but shrugging he gave you the tequila without question “Thank you.”

You passed the sofa where Natasha and the rest of the Avengers were, she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you just nodded. Ignoring the eyes of everyone who knew you and were surprised to see you with a closed bottle in hand passing through the party going to the emergency exit. You’d get drunk, but no one needed to see it and you knew very well that your redheaded friend would go after you as soon as the party was over. Going down the stairs, you found yourself on the side of the facility which had a huge garden, you sat on a bench and opened the bottle. Looking at the starry sky and the party music playing in the distance, you began to drink alone the strong net of tequila, a stupid attempt to forget for a while Steve Rogers.

“Where are you, (Y / N)?” was the first thing that Natasha spoke when you finally managed to answer the call, you giggled trying to get up but fell against the bench, sitting.

“In the garden!” you crooned groggy, you didn’t know how much time had passed, you pouted “Nat, the tequila is over!”

“Great, Clint’s going to get you there, sweetie” and then Natasha ended the call.

Snorting impatient, you stuck the phone in your small bag and laid on the bench, ignoring the fact that you werew wearing a dress. You stared at the sky in silence, already feeling a slight drowsiness when finally heard hurried footsteps coming toward you.

“You’re late! I hope you brought the tequila!” you muttered sly, without getting up, but then who stopped beside you leaned his face over you, and was not who you expected “Steve? What are you doing here? Where’s my tequila?”

“Hello, shorty, I came to get you.” the super soldier smiled warmly, offering a hand to help you up, you accepted without thinking twice and rose from the seat quickly, but soon felt all run toward the ground “Wow, I think someone can’t walk.”

“I can, just give me a minute!” you squealed while being caught in Steve’s arms, he was holding you as if you weighed nothing.

“Shh, don’t worry, okay?”

Steve quietly walked the flights of stairs to reach the rooms floor, going toward his own room. He felt his heart beating fast and eager as he opened the door with you still in his arms, almost asleep. He put you in bed with care before closing the door, turning to take off your shoes and then cover you with the sheets.

“I love you, Steve. I know this is just a dream, but I love you.” you whispered sleepily, making Steve stop what he was doing and look at you with wide eyes.

"I love you too, (Y / N).” he muttered after a few seconds, taking a hand to your face to caress your cheek.

The super soldier came around the bed, removing his shoes and opening some buttons of his shirt before lie down in the empty side of the mattress. He smiled sheepishly, not believing what was happening that night. Steve was fond of you for months and know that he knew that you felt the same, it was a sweet relief. Without contain himself, Steve turned in your direction, pulling you gently and snuggling you against his body protectively. Surely the first thing he would do in the morning would to tell you more appropriately the feelings he had for you. And give you the lovely kiss he had imagined for so long.

Talk to Me

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if the person who requested this wanted it as a drabble or a fic, so here it is as a fic! haha I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think, feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Prompt: Anonymous asked: Steve X Reader with “Why don’t you ever talk around me? I’ve never heard you speak.” please?

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on your powers. You opened your eyes and saw that the table in front of you was now levitating. You smiled as you started moving it around the gym. You were practicing your powers for the team. Nick Fury and Sam Wilson had approached you three months ago, telling you that they needed you to be a part of the Avengers. You had agreed and moved in with the team immediately.

Your powers were complicated, to say the least. You were able to speak any type of language with little to no practice, your agility was enhanced, and you could move things with your mind. It was a lot, but Sam had stated that they mainly needed you to translate for them and that you’d need to practice your other powers before you could become a full time member.

So, three months later, you were training nonstop and only starting to grasp your powers. You took a deep breath and gently set the table on the ground. “Wow, you’re really improving!”

You turned to see Steve standing in the doorway. You gave him a short smile and nodded. Quickly, you started packing up your stuff and walked out of the room. You didn’t want to talk to Steve Rogers yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, it was more of a difficulty to work up the courage to talk to someone new. With your powers, you often had a hard time reverting back to English and found yourself talking in foreign languages. Other times, you’d have a hard time talking without a heavy accent from the last language you spoke.

You found Steve dangerously attractive and didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, so naturally, you avoided him. On top of your struggles to manage your powers well enough, you were extremely afraid to say the wrong thing to him. What would you even begin to say to him?

Steve sighed, watching you walk down the hall towards your room. He wasn’t sure what he was doing so wrong to make you seem so scared of him. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed that you had forgotten your water bottle. He walked over to it and grabbed it. He started walking towards your room, but decided against it. He didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.

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That Time of Year - Bucky Barnes x (f) Reader

Words: 1152 Paring: Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader Warnings: swearing, but is that a surprise? Requested by @sexymackstan “May I have an imagine where you’re not an Avenger and its Christmas time and you put up this tree, you are pregnant with twins, but your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t know? You planned to tell him on Christmas Day and he plans to propose to you on that day as well. He has everyone over that day and has a priest come and marry you both on New Years Eve. Make it super fluffy and adorably cute, because bucky with children would be super adorable. lol” A/n: you know at the beginning of this I was all “no Lilly don’t use pronouns make it readable by everyone” but then about halfway through it hit me, “lilly you can use pronouns because the reader gets pregnant.” I also saw Civil War again today- man the feels were big. I found many Easter eggs that I am still freaking out about. Oops.

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Bucky was very enthusiastic about Christmas.

And he was very not okay with having a store bought tree. He even said that even though he’s  very much so in the future, he was going to have a real fucking tree.

And even though Bucky used to be The Winter Soldier and worked with the Avengers, he decided you (who is not anything like an Avenger) was worth more.

So you and Bucky went to find a tree. And it was much more stressful than you expected. And it was even more stressful because you were feeling like you were going to throw up every minute in the morning.

But you toughed it out long enough to see Bucky running around like a little kid, and picking out the perfect tree.

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You never know what you have until it’s gone

@ xo-ivanna-xii requested:

Hi! Can you make something angst of Steve x Reader. Where the reader was falling in love secretly with Steve and suddenly Steve is proposing Sharon Carter in front of her? And since that she just ran away from everything and begin work as one of Fury spy and Steve starting worry about her after she missed for a year? Happy ending please!! And please tag me because I really like your story 💜💜

Words: 1.848

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Not enough angst, not enough fluff. Little swearing.

Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS REQUEST BEFORE BUT I REALLY COULDN’T COME WITH ANYTHING!! @ilovebeingjoyful knows because I must have told her a hundred times haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

You felt how your heart was ripped off your chest, just like in that Simpsons’ scene, when Laura takes out Bart’s heart and tosses it away in the trashcan. You tried to walk away but your legs were stiff and your mind was numb.   “… So, Sharon I am here on my knees to ask you a very important question… do you want to marry me?” Steve was on his knee, revealing a diamond ring to Sharon.   A loud crash interrupted the happy couple. The glass of water you had in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the tiles in a matter of seconds. You jumped back when the water got to your bare feet. They both looked at you and you were finally out of your shocked state. Sharon and Steve ran to you to help you gather the shattered glass on the floor.   “FUCK!” You yelled “God I am so sorry guys, I didn’t see you were here” You hurried to apologize as you picked the wet bits of glass from the floor “Pease, don’t mind me” “You’ll hurt yourself (Y/N)” Sharon said in a motherly manner, helping you pick up the pieces “Go put on a pair of shoes” “No biggie” You faked a smile “By the way, congrats guys, I heard the last part. I’m sure you will be extremely happy together”   After apologizing for the hundredth time. You ran back to the kitchen trying to keep the tears inside your eyes. The pointy glass didn’t hurt as much as seeing Steve proposing to Sharon. You knew you should have said something first. You were hopelessly in love with the soldier and you knew in your heart you would have made a better wife than Sharon. Yes, she was in love with him too, and apparently she was way prettier than you, but no one knew Steve the way you did.   You used your spy abilities to cover your feelings and to shove them in the back of your mind and calmly made your way to your room. You took your phone from its charger and dialed the only number who could give you some peace of mind.   “Fury, you still got the job?” You asked immediately after the other line picked up and nodded at his answer “Count me in”   You cried your heart out after throwing your phone on the bed again.  It literally felt like someone threw a stone at a wall made of glass. Maybe het glass shattering before was a way to explain how you felt, a very literal way. You didn’t want to see him ever again.   That same night you packed only the necessary; your uniforms, your favorite Colt M1911, mags, a knife and of course, normal clothing for the everyday girl you were. Without looking back, you took a jet that awaited for you at an hour that everyone were supposed to be fast asleep.   But only one night owl was there to see you.   After a few weeks from your disappearing, Steve started to wonder where you were. Since you didn’t show up for training or you were not even invited to the parties or gatherings Tony hosted once in a while, the super soldier began asking around the team but no one really knew where you were. You left without major warning and everyone thought you’d come back soon. Maybe you were assigned to a tough mission or something like that. Sam was the one who was most calmed about your whole missing state; he knew about your whereabouts and he had a mission of his own: to never tell Steve about you or the reason you truly left.   “No one knows about (Y/N)?” The blonde soldier asked after training “Seriously?” “Steve, she must be gone for a reason” Sharon soothed her soon-to-be husband caressing his shoulder “Whatever that reason is, we must respect it” “She can be dead by now and we wouldn’t know” He pointed out “None of you care about her anymore?” “Steve” Sam interjected “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine” “How can you be so sure?” “Steve, if Sam says she’s fine, we better trust him” Sharon agreed. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Steve stormed out of the training room and left her fiancée and best friend with a puzzled expression.   Steve missed you more than ever. He needed you.   “We’re going back to the States, agent (Y/L/N)” Fury said “We have the flight in a few hours”   You were enjoying breakfast in the gorgeous Thera, in Greece. Your job had been over for a month now and you suggested to go on vacation until something came up, and the beautiful island was the perfect destination to lay low for a while. After a year of being everywhere and fighting everyone, you deserved to rest.   You missed home, you missed Sam, and you missed… Did you? In this whole year of being away your mind was so full of things that Steve was not even a thing to think about, not even when you slept, so for that reason you weren’t truly sure if you were still in love with him. Maybe you weren’t, and that was a good thing.   “Is there a reason for that?” You asked, munching a mouthful of pancakes. “I miss home” He answered simply, going back to his orange juice “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, sir” You replied coldly.   It’s not like you had any problems with going back. You thought it would be nice to stop by and check up on everyone’s life, but now that you deeply thought about it, seeing Steve might trigger something inside you. The last time you saw him he was proposing to Sharon, what was going to be now? A tiny blonde kid running around? Were you even ready to see him after a year of being out?   Surely you could fight bad guys and everything you encountered, but having avoiding your feelings for so long made you quite reluctant to face them again. Perhaps Fury did things for a reason.   “Fury, can I ask you something? You said after a long pause, but still not daring to look at him “Why did you think of me for this job? Natasha was better qualified for this” “Do you want me to lie or you prefer the truth?” “I think I deserve the truth” You leaned your back on the chair’s back and put on your glasses. “I knew how madly in love you were with captain Rogers, and I also knew that he was going to propose to Miss Carter. I care about you (Y/N)” He sighed “You’re at your best when your mind is off from the things that hurt you… And he hurts you, everyone but him could tell” He wasn’t even looking at you but you were sure about his words “You needed the distraction, I needed an agent… You will thank me later about this” “Will I?” You asked, his response was only a careless shrug. A private jet was waiting for you after getting things ready. It had no sign whatsoever of being one of Tony’s or SHIELD’s. You looked at the clear sky and silently said goodbye to the beautiful island and got your mind ready for confrontation. The few hours of flying were not enough to keep your mind in peace.   Upon arrival, Sam, Steve and Natasha gathered to welcome you back. Natasha ran off with Fury while you stayed with the veterans. Sam updated you a little bit on how things were around the facilities and Steve silently looked at you and observed every little thing you did.   Sam headed away after noticing he was being a third wheel.   “So, how’s everything?” You asked “How’s the married life?” “I don’t know about that” Steve laughed loudly “I’m not married” “God, I’m so sorry” You hurried to apologize, causing Steve to laugh even harder. “I’m not sad. I mean, kind of. Sharon broke up with me… She knew that after a while, I was not completely in love with her” He shrugged. “Well, that’s not so bad” You shrugged too “Poor Sharon though… She seemed really in love with you when I accidentally walked on you two” “Yeah, but she didn’t seem so in love when I walked on her and one of the new recruits having sex in my bed” He rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips “Anyway, enough of me already. How was your year? Where have you been?” “I’ve been everywhere, to be honest with you” You sighed “Fury has kept me quite busy and I appreciate that… I needed some time out, to clarify my thoughts or at least to keep my mind away from things” You bit your bottom lip before giving away too much information. “I saw you leaving that night… I wanted to go say goodbye but it didn’t seem like a good thing to do” “It wouldn’t have been either”   You two remained silent as you walked carefree around the facilities. It wasn’t very changed, but it felt different from what it before you left. It was not like going back home at all. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and things were about to get worst.   “(Y/N) answer me with the truth, why did you leave?” He grabbed your arm and forced you to look up to him. “Fury needed me for a job” You shrugged, you were not exactly lying “And I said yes” “But what made you leave so silently. You never told any of us about this job, and you didn’t say goodbye. And why is that you casually left when I proposed to Sharon? Why that day? Why not any other given day?” “Because I knew that if I stayed here I wouldn’t function anymore. Fury knew it as well. He said that I was in my best when nothing hurt me” “And what hurt you?” “You did, Rogers” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from shivering “I was so desperately in love with you that… You remember when I broke the glass?” He nodded silently “My heart felt like that too. I know it was my fault for not saying it before, but you were with Sharon and you were so happy with her that whatever I said would only cause trouble and that was the last thing I ever wanted” You took your hand to your hair and ran your fingers through it “I might have loved you, but I still wanted you to be happy…” “You loved me? Past tense?” “Undefined tense” You replied “You said something about… Not being completely in love with Sharon… Are you in love with someone else?” “I thought I wasn’t but… You were gone and I guess… You never know what you have until it’s gone” “You love me?” He replied with a smile and a shrug “It might be too late” You warned. “But we can try anyway” He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you kept walking.

Take A Selfie (Avengers Imagine)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

“I’m thinking England, maybe.” ~ (Y/N) (L/N)

IMAGINE: Traveling around the world on vacation with Bucky while he takes selfies and sends them to Steve.

Warnings: None A/N: Sorry it’s so short and I wanted to point out that I don’t know where the guards with big furry hats (Bearskins I believe they’re called) are actually at but I’ve heard they’re from England. Requested by anonymous

You gave a full-hearted laugh as Bucky looked down at his phone, you could clearly see a picture of him taking a photo with the Eiffel Tower behind him.

He had been doing this all week, the two of you needed a rest from the constant back to back missions you’ve been getting, you were surprised they allowed the two of you to do this.

Clint had retired a long time ago, he was with his family and Natasha who was still getting over the whole Civil War incident that had happened only a few months ago, so of course the missions were all piled up on you. Bucky had chosen to go back into the cryostasis chamber, but a few months later Steve had asked for them to release him, knowing well enough that he wouldn’t harm anyone any more, not even you.

“He sent me an emoji.” Bucky stated. You looked away from the plane’s windows and plucked the phone out of his hands, politely. “About how many selfies have you taken?” You clicked the home button and clicked the photos icon.

He had taken a lot, a few of you were scattered in there too which caused an enlightened grin to form on your lips.

“Oh, God Bucky. You’re so cute in this one.” You turned the photo back to him and he laughed too. It was the one he had taken at Belgium while running away from a cop. You don’t even remember what he had done to cause one to chase him, but it was sure as hell funny.

You sent that one to Steve before handing the phone back to Bucky. “Where to?” He said, glancing out of the window to see the clouds reflecting the beautiful colors of the sunset.

“I’m thinking England, maybe. You could take a picture with those weird guards that never move.” You replied. Bucky grinned at the thought of taking a photo with them and their furry hats.

“Defiantly, let’s go there. What do think will happen if I take their hats?“ You smiled at Bucky. “Don’t even think about it.” Bucky threw a smirk at you and winked. “Wasn’t planning on it, doll.” He joked.

Steve heard the sound of his phone ring, causing him to chuckle as he read it was a message from Bucky.

He unlocked the phone and expected to see another photo of Bucky doing something crazy, but instead it was a picture of you.

You were glancing out of the window, a smile on you lips which made him assume Bucky had said something funny to you.

Bucky: You know, Stevie, I think I just fell in love with her all over again.

*gifs don’t belong to me*

Trip

Request: A shy, sweet, clumsy reader who has the biggest crush on Bucky, and Buck (who also likes the reader) makes sure that he’s always near her to catch her (and the stuff she drops) whenever she trips. This flusters the reader, and makes her clumsier.

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: None. 

Bucky developed a sixth sense after he met you. Possessing an uncanny ability to trip on nothing, Bucky somehow found himself always there whenever you needed him the most. You were pretty sure you owed him for not having broken a wrist and a few ribs by now.

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Imagine Becoming Best Friends With Peter, Despite Being On Team Cap

“Tony, I really didn’t want to do this,” Steve sighed. He looked up at you, and you jumped down from your perch in your own new suit, the force of your landing cracking the ground.

“Oh, come on, this was supposed to be my big idea,” Tony sighed.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged. With a surge of power, you launched yourself at Spider-Man- a familiar face to you from YouTube- and used your telekinetic field to throw him across the airport, stealing back Steve’s shield and tossing it to the soldier.

“Wow, that was awesome!” Spider-Man said, though he quickly recovered, “I mean…nice moves, but I don’t think you can keep up!”

“I’ve seen you swinging around the city, Bug Boy,” you smirked. “You may be able to handle street-level stuff, but I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me.”

“You’re from New York, too?” he asked, swinging out of your reach and trying to shoot you with webbing as you followed with precision and used your field to project the webbing away. “Is that a kinetic energy field?”

“Tactile telekinesis,” you grinned, “it’s super-fun. Almost like flying! So, really, where’d the whole Bug Boy thing come from? I’m curious.”

“Long story, radioactive spiders, I’d rather save it for a rainy day,” he said, managing to land a burst of webbing to your hand and sealing you to the ground. “I’m from Queens, what about you?”

“Manhattan!” you grinned, kicking him hard as Scott grew to giant size and you pulled your arm free. “We should hang out sometime!”

This, you could tell as he swung back around to try and hit you again, was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

(For Anon)

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anonymous requested: hiya! love your blog- could i request a bucky x reader oneshot where the reader’s been hiding out with him, and during the escape scene from cacw she’s in the apartment when steve comes in? hpe that makes sense! thx!

Author’s note: Hey! That makes perfect sense - I’ve actually been toying with this kinda idea for a while now, so I’m glad someone requested it! Hope you enjoy xxx

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The apartment is dark, newspaper covering the windows and blocking you from anyone’s view. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, filling the silence of the ratty apartment, as you anxiously check the time again. You can’t stop yourself from being nervous - it’s a habit whenever Bucky goes out on his own. You’re nervous that he won’t come home, that someone’ll catch him, even out here in Bucharest, that he’ll go back to being the Winter Soldier instead of your boyfriend. You scold yourself for just standing around and waiting for him - instead you slide your journal out from under Bucky’s, on top of the fridge, and flip to the next open page.

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Watch Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 687 words

Warnings: Absolutely none. This is all fluff and cuteness. 

Request: Bucky sees the reader one day and follows the reader but keeps his distance and is to nervous to approach the reader but you notice and introduce yourself. Anonymous _______________________________________________________________________

You can feel his eyes like daggers in your back, but you don’t think he means harm. He’s been watching you clear tables all afternoon and you’ve dropped things several times throughout the day, because his stare makes you nervous. Every time you look his way he quickly looks at something else, but you’re confident that he is indeed looking at you. 

“How can I help?” you ask another customer but your mind is somewhere else; what would happen if you introduced yourself? You take down the order while you ponder the question. The worst thing that could happen is that he denies everything and you scare him off. 

“Mary, can I leave a bit earlier today?” you ask your boss wanting to talk to the man before he disappears.

“I don’t see why not. You take the finished orders out and you’re free to go,” Mary smiles. You thank her and hurry out with the last dishes before heading out back to change into your regular clothes. 

“Here goes nothing,” you mumble to yourself before heading outside. But when you get outside you notice that the man is gone. As if he was never there to begin with. 

“What the hell?” you ask yourself looking around. He couldn’t have just disappeared. He was there just a minute ago and the streets are too crowded for him to make a quick exit. You sigh as you begin to walk home. It’s a 30-minute walk and after 15 minutes of walking you feel his glare again. You turn around and notice him behind you. It’s starting to creep you out because he seems to want something from you. Why else would he be following you? Deciding to catch him in the act you turn around a corner and wait for him to follow. It doesn’t take long before you’re suddenly face to face with him. 

“Hi,” you breathe a little nervous. It’s starting to down upon you what you’re actually doing. He could be a stalker or something worse. 

“Hi,” he says a bit wondrous. It’s only now you notice that there’s something different about his arm. Is it silver? 

“I’m Y/N,” you say wanting to tread carefully. 

“That’s a pretty name,” he says and you wait a moment, but he doesn’t say more. He doesn’t introduce himself and you can’t help but wonder who he is. 

“Thank you,” you say blushing a little, “what’s your name?” 

“Bucky. I mean that’s just my nickname. I-My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” the tall man replies. You can’t help but laugh a little. 

“I like Bucky.” It’s quiet for a while. “Why have you been following me?”

“I just thought you were really beautiful. You are really beautiful,” he says stammering a little. You can’t help but find it adorable how shy he is. With his enormous arms and his tough exterior you’re surprised to learn that he’s practically a teddy bear at heart. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reply feeling your cheeks burning. Both of you stand there in awkward silence waiting for the other to say something. 

“Well, are you going to ask me out or not?” you ask feeling a little bold. You’ve clearly taken Bucky by surprise with sudden outburst. But he quickly recovers and smiles. 

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” he asks. 

“I don’t drink coffee,” you say deciding to tease him a little. You need to get him back for staring at you all day. He looks like a lost puppy because coffee is apparently the only idea he has. 

“I’m just joking. I’d love a cup of coffee,” you say laughing a little. He starts laughing himself as he realises your comment was meant as a tease. 

“Come on,” you say grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. You’re surprised at how bold you’re acting, but Bucky seems to give you confidence. And it doesn’t take you long to find a coffeehouse. Once inside and seated you can finally have a proper conversation with the gorgeous man in front of you. 

“Tell me about yourself.”

I'm Not a Pin-Up Girl

Summary: Steve tries to comfort the you because you’re self-conscious about your figure since everyone expects Captain America to be with a pin-up girl.

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: negative body image

Female Reader!

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There’s a War On (Steve x Reader)

#37: “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

and #50: “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong”

Per request of @carleyynicole Hope you like it, I’m so sorry for the super long wait!

A/N: This does NOT contain Civil War spoilers!

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You pressed your back against the rough bark of a thick tree as you tried to calm your heavy breathing. The shade from the trees above you did nothing to keep the hot July sun from overheating your skin and leaving you dehydrated. 

“(Y/N)!” You jumped in shock as the comm in your ear startled you back into reality. You had been running for a while and hadn’t heard nor seen any of your fellow Avengers in what felt like ages. It came as no surprise that Tony was the one frantically hissing in your ear. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“You know damn well what I’m doing!” You were still slightly out of breath, but thankfully your comment still packed a punch. 

“You mean going rogue?! Stick to the plan!” 

“I know you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it.”

“I have got to stop letting you spend so much time with Fury,” Tony sighed in frustration. You could practically hear his eyes rolling. “And it is not a stupid plan! Now get back here before you get shot!”

“I already told you I’m not coming back! Stick to your plan if you want to, but I’ll have no part of it!”

There was silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell if he had given up or if he was on his way to drag you back by the ear. 

“(Y/N)… Be careful okay? I love you. No matter what.” The sincerity in his voice touched your heart. It was a tone you rarely heard from Tony especially in such a high stress situation like this. 

“Yeah dad. I love you too.”

~~~

You stayed behind the tree for a few more minutes before moving on and continuing to dart around the forest. It was bright as ever, but minus the random comm messages you would get from your team throughout the day it was mostly silent. 

It had been about an hour and a half since you last heard anything when your dad started talking again, this time with an edge of defeat and sadness lacing his tone. “(Y/N)? Do you copy?”

“Dad what’s wrong?” You could feel your stomach drop at his tone and a chill run through your body despite the blistering heat. 

“I know you didn’t want to be a part of this fight. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but your the only one left. (Y/N)…. I’ve been hit.” You let your head hang down as you screwed your eyes shut willing the last few words out of your dads lips to be a lie. “I… I know you love him but Steve has to be stopped. It’s for the best.” Hearing your dad say Steve’s name made your heart clench as you knew what you had to do.

“Dad you know I-”

“I can’t talk anymore (Y/N). Make me proud.” And with that last interruption Tony was gone. You were all alone in the forest. Well not alone. Out there somewhere was the man you loved. A man who needed to be stopped if everything was going to be okay.

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It took you about a half hour to find Steve standing in a large clearing. His feet were spread, his shoulders squared, and his gun held tightly in his hands. The breeze pushed his golden hair gently to the side and the bright sun caused his eyes to squint in order to see. He looked like a god, but you knew what he was capable of. 

You were crouched behind a bush debating what to do when your father’s last words echoed in your mind. ‘Make me proud’. Nodding to yourself as encouragement you stood up, gun ready to fire, and faced the blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier. 

“Drop your weapon Steve!” Your voice was calm and even. Nothing like the quivering mess you felt like on the inside. 

Steve’s lips tugged minutely at the corners as his bright eyes met yours. “I should have known it was going to be a Stark at the end. A Stark started this so it’s only fitting a Stark tries to finish it.” 

“Tries to?” You quirked an eyebrow at his statement. “I’ve got you cornered babe.”

“True. But we both know you can’t do it (Y/N).”

There was a short pause as you took in his words before scoffing out a short “You wish,” and pulling the trigger on your gun.

Steve’s face turned to shock as the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell dramatically to the ground clutching his wound and gasping out your name.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior before walking over to Steve and looking down at his now dirt covered form. “C’mon Steve get up. You’re getting all dirty.”

“I can’t. My fiancee just shot me in the chest and I’m dying.” Steve had on a puppy dog face and you knew exactly what was coming.

“You want me to kiss it all better don’t you?”

“Yes please,” Steve’s goofy smile brought one to your face as well as you held out your hand to help him up. When he was finally back on his feet you gave him a quick peck on the lips and started walking back towards the Avengers Base.

“Hey!” Steve called, picking up his dropped gun and walking after you. “You shot your own fiance in the chest and that’s the only get better kiss you’re gunna give him?”

“Steve you probably didn’t even feel that nerf bullet!” You chuckled at your fiance’s antics as he scoffed before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for another kiss. 

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t shoot me.” Steve moved his arm to drape across your shoulders while you let yours hug him around his waist. You were still making your way back to the base. You were sure by this point the rest of your teammates were getting antsy to see who came home victorious.

“Well you said I couldn’t and you know it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Nope.”

“You know your dad is going to hold this over my head for the rest of our lives rights?”

“Awww. Probably.”

“Well at least it wasn’t over anything important…”

You halt in your tracks giving Steve an incredulous look. “Nothing important? Steven Grant Rogers you and my father just dragged every last one of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes into the forest to shoot each other with nerf guns as a way to decide who got to play their Spotify album in the gym. If you don’t care next time don’t make me spend so much time running around the damned forest!” You gave a huff as you detached yourself from his side and started walking faster towards the base.

“Aw c’mon babe! Don’t be like that! I’m sorry! I love you!”

You threw up your hand, middle finger waving proudly as your muttered to yourself. “Next time those two want to butt heads they better not try to drag my ass into it.”

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What I wish Civil War had actually been… Hope you guys liked it!(: 

Requests, ships, and preferences are open!

‘’You’re not afraid of me’’

A/N: I was in the mood to do a little Bucky one shot. Hope you like it! I’m feeling inspired to continue on with this story? not sure what’ll do. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky doesn’t get afraid without having a reason to be.. To him, you don’t seem to be a reason enough

Warnings: None, I think .. 

Word count: 938

Your eyes flickered open, sunlight hurting your eyes. Your head ached and you looked around, trying to adjust to your surroundings. This place wasn’t familiar but it felt welcoming. You raised yourself up, flinching at the pain shooting down your body. Slowly you started remembering. 

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Prank King & Queen

Request: Could you do an imagine with deadpool where the both of you prank the avengers tower and they all catch it on tape and find you? Once they find you they also figure out that the two of you have been pranking basically everything and everywhere whilst wearing different meme masks?

Pairing: Deadpool x reader

Warnings: Swearing (what’s new)

A/N: Yo okay so I haven’t seen Deadpool so I don’t really know much about the character’s personality so I hope I did your request justice. I know I didn’t really do meme masks, but I did horror movie masks.Love y’all. X

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“Y/N,” You heard your name being whispered from the door of your room, and as you looked over you saw your buddy Wade, aka Deadpool, standing there suggestively with his hands on his hips, nodding his head slowly.

“Can I help you, beatle boy?” You asked, putting your book now and turning to face him.

“I think it’s time we go for round five,” He says, and you’re almost certain Wade is smirking under that mask, which covered his face along with his entire body which was covered as well.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, unsure of what he meant by round five.

“Remember when we pranked the rest of the hero dudes by standing in the dark wearing Freddy Krueger masks?” He asked, and you smiled at the memory, nodding, “I think it’s time for prank numero cinq,” He held up two fingers and you smirked.

You and Wade stood in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for someone to get up for a midnight snack - which was normally Steve. You both stood there, in Freddy Krueger masks from Nightmare on Elm Street, standing silently and perfectly still.

You heard a door open and shut, and you smirked to yourself knowing Steve was getting up for his ‘secret’ midnight snack, which was normally some cookies. You saw Steve’s body make it’s way into the kitchen as he let out a scream, his body hitting the wall behind him.

“WHAT THE FU- JESUS CHRIST, SON OF A BITCH!” He cursed, running back down the hallway, and you did your best to hide your laughter as you and Wade high-fived and went back to your rooms, mimicking Steve’s face.

“Alright, mister, and what might that be?”

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The tower was silent, everyone was out on a mission and since you and Wade were both injured, you both stayed back. Luckily for you both, it was time for big prank number five. Your special power was controlling ice and water, so you were going to freeze over the entire room. Wade absolutely loved the idea, his face lighting up at the thought of giving Tony a little bit of a surprise when coming home.

You had slowly made your way around the house, your fingertips sparking blue as you covered the walls and furniture in a small layer of ice, Wade staying in front of you so he wouldn’t ‘slip and die.’

“It’s so cold in here, how can you handle it?” He asked once you finished the entire floor (the main floor), the ice shining a light orange due to the setting sun.

“I’m used to it,” You shrugged, about to take a sip of water until realizing it was frozen, making you roll your eyes and put the glass down.

“Do you feel cold?” He asked, an arm draping around your shoulders as you smiled lightly.

“No,”

You heard the elevator ding from a couple doors down, and knew that the gang was back, so Wade grabbed your hand and ducked you both under a cabinet, completely invisible to people passing by. You heard their chatter stop as Tony’s voice soon replaced the silence.

“What the HELL HAPPENED HERE?!” You heard him stomp his way into your vision, “ICE? REALLY? WADE, IS THAT YOU? YOU’RE BEHIND THIS, AREN’T YOU?”

You covered your mouth, silencing your oncoming giggles.

“It’s fucking freezing, where the hell did all this ice come from?” You heard Natasha’s voice as she made her way into the same room.

“Who do you think? Who do we know that can cast ice?” Steve tried hiding his chuckle as Tony shot a deadly stare at the soldier.

“Y/N! GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!” You hid your head in Wade’s chest, his heart beating fast. You slowly started to let the spark leave your fingers, noticing how the ice was slowly starting to melt, water droplets falling onto the less frozen ground.

“Fuck, no, you are not flooding my tower, nuh uh missy!” You couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a loud laugh at Tony’s extremely pissed off face, making his angry eyes look directly at you as you saw him practically steaming, the other Avengers amused, laughing quietly.

“Yes, Mister Stark?” You asked innocently, walking out with your hands behind your back, quickly absorbing all the moisture you had created, making it disappear without Tony noticing.

“Y-You’re flooding my tower!” He flailed his arms and you cocked your eyebrow, looking around.

“I see no water, Tony,” You gave him an ‘are you crazy’ look, your lying skills playing in very well at a moment like this. Tony rolled his eyes and turned around, his jaw dropping quickly when he realized indeed, there was not a drop of water on any furniture or floor, his eyes bulging. He sighed and turned around.

“Don’t mess with me, kiddo, it’s been a long day,” He rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving you and the other Avengers laughing your asses off.

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“Y/N! Wade! Will you come down here a second?” Tony’s voice called throughout the tower, making you groan and get off your bed, heading towards the kitchen. When you walked in, you joined Tony, looking at a security footage of the tower. Wade walked in, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both watched the footage. You saw yourself walking in and freezing everything, hiding, and sucking it all back up when Tony called you out, making you cringe as Tony turned to face the two of you.

“So, this is what you two do on your time off?” He asked, and you looked over at Wade.

“Nah, just when we’re bored,” He shrugged and you elbowed him.

“This was a one time thing, we’re very sorry we startled you Tony,” You smiled sheepishly at him, giving him a slight puppy-dog look.

“One time thing? Really? What about the Freddy Krueger incident? Or when you pretended to be bad guys at my party by wearing the masks from the Purge and playing a video you two filmed of yourselves? Or when you put fake blood on the wall and scared the living shit out of us? Or when-”

“Yeah, we get it, we’re bored often,” Wade chuckled slightly, and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Next time you guys are here alone, you’ll have work to do,”

“No, Tony we’ll behave, we promise, right Wade?” You shot Wade a look.

“Yes, promise,” Wade put on a fake smile, and Tony eyed you two suspiciously before nodding and walking out of the room. Wade let out a sigh as you burst out laughing, walking over to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think we’ll have to be sneakier, prank queen,” Wade grinned, pressing a small kiss to your lips, making you smile back.

“Indeed we do, prank king,” 

Requested by: Anon

I’m seriously in love with your work!! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stock market trader and meets Tony Stark at the NYSE?

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“Oh my– I’m so sorry.” You quickly said, turning around to apologize to the man you had just run into. “I'm– oh, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s fine.” Tony told you, dismissively waving his hand. “It is pretty crowded today.”

“It’s always like this though.” You told him, smoothing out your shirt a bit. “I should be used to this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tony gave you a charming smile, and he held out his hand. “Tony, but you probably knew that already.”

“Everyone here knows who you are, Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand with a smile on your face. “I’m Y/N.”

“I knew that already.” Tony said as he shrugged. “Just trying to make this meeting a little this awkward.”

“It was awkward when I almost knocked you over, Mr. Stark.” You told him with a small laugh. “And I’m sorry about that, again.”

“No harm done.” Tony reassured you. “And please, just call me Tony.”

Bring Me To My Knees (Pt. 3)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him. 

Prologue [1] [2] 

Warnings: minor Civil War spoilers, a teeny bit of angst 

Word count: 2000 

 A/N: Let me know how this chapter is! It’s a lot more mellow than the other ones but I hope you guys like it the same ^^  Happy reading~

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @procrastinatingvirgo @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic @inhyoungchan @plzstoptalkingnow

He doesn’t know what he expected, but when Bucky woke up you weren’t in the fort beside him. And sure, he definitely hoped you would be (so he could squeeze a few extra minutes of you in his arms before he had to go on pretending like every sideways glance didn’t send his chest throbbing) but maybe it was better this way.

It was definitely better this way.

Bucky found you sitting on the kitchen counter, sifting through the folder he recognized from the day before.

“What’s that?” He nodded to the papers in your hands.

“Morning to you too.” You grumbled jokingly, to which Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge to find some breakfast.

“It’s - well it’s gonna sound really weird if I tell you.” You closed the file and put it on the counter beside you, swinging your legs around to face Bucky.

“You’re not reading up on my 30’s days to try and see what type of girls I like, are you? ‘Cause I can promise you fit that profile just fine.” Again with the flirting; Bucky wanted to shudder.

“Definitely not.” You laughed, which, in hindsight, was worth his awful attempt at a pickup line.

“So then what? It can’t be that bad.” You shrugged, waiting for him to come out from behind the open fridge door. He pulled out a jar of marmalade and yanked a loaf of bread out from a cupboard smoothly, almost like a dance. It was nice seeing Bucky move like he was sure of himself, the only other time it happened was when he fought.

“Okay, fine.” You huffed, turning your eyes to the hem of your shirt and playing with it. “So you obviously know about my powers, the whole electromagnetic wave thing?” Bucky made a noise to say he did.

“Well I found out about it because of a fight with my family. One second I was furious and the next no one in the room remembered who I was.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, a little too worried to glance up at Bucky.

“That’s when Fury found me, and I thought it would just be easier to let them live without me. But I don’t want to live without them, so I have Maria keep track of them from time to time. This is just the newest report.” You tapped on the thick beige paper and chanced a look at your roommate.

Bucky was frowning, not in an ‘I feel bad that you’re so weird’ way but in an 'I know exactly how that feels’ way. He knew what it was like to wake up one day and not have anyone to go to. He also knew what it was like having your memories erased, and he wished he could do something to help your family recover them.

“I’m sorry,” He placed his flesh hand on your thigh and rubbed comfortingly, thoughtlessly. “how are they doing?”

You gave him a small smile and flicked open the cover, sharing pictures and cliff notes on their lives with him. Bucky should’ve been looking at the file, he kept telling himself to just take your eyes off her, you can’t pull her into a hug. And he really wanted to hold you close and make sure you really were okay, because he’s seen sad eyes like those before and he hated when you were sad. If he could do anything to make you feel better - hug you, braid your hair, cook for you, force your family to remember you, hell he’d go back in time and stop it from happening if you’d asked him to - he’d do it all without hesitation.

“My sister’s pregnant!” You smiled wide but Bucky could see the tears building up. He thought that’s what he would be doing too, if he had news of his sisters back with Hydra. He squeezed your knee and smiled back; he couldn’t do much, but sometimes you said happiness was contagious, so maybe he could make you feel better with this.

“Congratulations.” He stopped his hand from reaching up to cup your cheek, swallowing the action down like Asgardian ale.

—-

“Tony you moron, I told you to go right!” You could hear Tony snicker into the comm, if he weren’t 400 feet above ground you’d be ready to punch him.

“You know, you’re really good at this directions thing Y/N, wanna voice my GPS too?” You nearly growled as you watched the monitor in front of you, seeing the little blip that was Tony turning around and making a right.

“A little help might be nice, if you two’re done bickering.” Nat called in, probably busy kicking more ass than Tony had all week.

“He’s on his way. Buck you’ve got incoming, the door to your 6.” You announced, following the small bundle of dots as they moved in on Bucky.

You worked the comms more often than not, only because your power wasn’t a pick and choose type thing. If you used your powers around your team mates they’d be out just as fast as the bad guys, so you either worked by yourself or took charge of behind the scene orders like you were now.

“Got 'em. Where to next?” He asked with a grunt.

“Northeast. There’s a room connected to the one you’re in now.” You watched him walk towards the sectioned off area on your blueprint.

“There’s no door, you sure this is it?”

“Yep, get in there soldier.” Someone on the line was snickering again. Tony.

There was a huge smash - Bucky’s fist through the wall - and he was in.

“What’s in there?” You asked, watching Bucky’s dot on the screen ping in the same place for a solid minute.

“Bucky?” No one made a sound. You couldn’t even hear him breathe, it was like someone hit pause.

Because he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. His heart was hammering and pictures of everything were flashing like cameras on the red carpet.

“желание” It started, heavy boots echoing in his memories.

“ржаветь” He could taste the blood in his mouth, seeping from his tongue just after being wiped again.

“семнадцать” He flexed his fingers, made a tight fist, flexed again. The cryo made it hard to move, the cold breeze in the room wasn’t helping.

“рассвет” His breath was shaky, a product of his reluctance to lose control.

And then it was your voice, saying his name. Bucky, not Soldat, not Winter Soldier, and suddenly it was easier to shake off the flashbacks.

One blink and his superior was gone. Two and the straps hugging his wrists disappeared. On the third he was back in the Hydra Base with Nat, Tony, and most importantly, you.

“Ready to comply.” He growled lowly, tearing the red journal that started his trip down memory lane off of its pedestal and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Barnes what’s your status?” You were clearly on edge, worried that something happened to him and whatever it was hadn’t registered on your screen.

“We’re good to go.” His voice was strained, gruff, but he was trying to make it sound casual. Trying to pretend like he wasn’t a loaded gun ready to go off at the sound of a couple words. Trying not to think that whoever got a hold of the scarlett book in his pocket would also have a hold on him.

“What happened back there?” Nat met him in an empty hall on their way out of the building, having been sent by you to figure out what went wrong.

“Nothing, I took down the wall and grabbed the book.” Bucky shrugged, walking a little faster to try and avoid the conversation.

“It took you five minutes to break down some drywall?” She asked, not falling for the lie for a second.

“No, but my comm shorted and I didn’t wanna do anything stupid like wander around without eyes on the place.”

Natasha sighed, sure that he wasn’t telling her everything but knowing he wouldn’t speak to her unless he really wanted to. Bucky was more stubborn than a mule, surprisingly, he was more stubborn than she was.

Bucky kept his mouth shut for the remainder of the trip.

—-

It was late. Dark enough outside to need a flashlight if you wanted to stray from the streets. Bucky was almost 100 percent sure you were asleep, and he was more than 100 percent sure that he should be too, but he couldn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was red; the leather of the notebook, the sticky liquid that used to drown his hands, the colour that clouded his vision when they handed him a rifle and told him the name of another target, another victim.

He guessed it really wasn’t much of a surprise that you were awake, because his pacing in the living room did seem a little louder than he would’ve cared to be under other circumstances. He didn’t even notice your head peaking out of the bedroom door until his name left your lips - soft and sweet and totally undeserving of that caring tone.

He stopped in his tracks, flicking his eyes to yours for a second before averting them right back to the couch. His jaw was clenched, but he forced out a smile.

“You’re up real early.” He joked, strained. You frowned and tiptoed out of the room, eyes watching him so softly he would’ve thought you were admiring a sleeping puppy. Your hand ran over his arm, rubbing some of his anxiety out with your touch.

“What’s going on Buck?” He swallowed, taking a second to appreciate how his thoughts were dissipating with your presence.

“What do you mean?” He was hardwired to avoid answering questions, he really couldn’t help it.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed, but looked up at him patiently all the same. “What happened today?”

Bucky clenched his jaw again, he didn’t want to think about the words or the book or the assholes who made him do all those things. He didn’t want to remember.

“All it takes is ten words for me to lose control. Ten little words and someone’s life is over. Ten words and I have another memory that I don’t want to live with.” You were tangling your fingers with his now, lightly pulling him to the kitchen behind you. You sat him down on the counter, your favourite seat, and pushed some of his hair behind his ear softly.

“We have the book now Buck, no one’s gonna use those words on you again.” You reassured, fingers lingering against his skin for added comfort.

“We don’t know that. SHIELD was compromised before, they might even do it themselves if there’s an enemy you can’t beat. I can’t trust anyone with those words Y/N, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.” He looked so broken, so worried and you couldn’t take it. Your hand cupped his cheek and pulled his forehead down so it leaned against yours. The intimacy seemed to help prove the dedication in your next sentence.

“I won’t let that happen. I promise Bucky, no one’ll ever use those words against you ever again.”

It was quiet for a while. Bucky couldn’t tell how long you stayed like that, eyes glinting with your stern promise and your nose just about touching his. All he knew was that when you pulled away he believed you.

“Now, how about some hot chocolate?” You twisted and pulled out a pot from under the stove. Bucky watched you with the hint of a smile, think about how much he lucked out with you. And God he loved you, more than he thought he’d ever love anything.

“Thank you.” It felt like he was thanking you for more than the hot mug you’d just placed in his hands. You smiled as warmly as the steaming milk in his cup and ruffled his hair.

“Anytime.”

Always With You

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Warnings : angst with happy ending / like one cuss word

Words : 1188

Pairing : Steve Rogers x Reader

Request : Hey :) So my thought was something about where you’re his girlfriend but one day you get in a nasty Argument about something stupid and you leave the Apartment. Then it happens that you get kidnapped by some HYDRA agents and Steve sees this out of the Apartment window. He’s able to find and rescue you with the help of Bucky and Natasha. He promises to never let you leave him again after you’re all back in safety and he takes care of your wounds :) fluffy ending please 😘 thank you hun :)

Y/N: Your Name Y/E/C: Your Eye Color  C/N : Cat’s Name

The smell of freshly cooked pancakes spread through out the small apartment that the captain and you shared. It had been four lovely months since Steve asked you to move in and you couldn’t be happier. Three years into the relationship and both love birds still felt as strongly for one another as day one.

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Colors [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Word count: 740

Warnings: Angst

Storyline: Imagine based on the song by Halsey ‘Colors’.

Request: Hey! Can I have a Bucky songfic for Colors by Halsey? Sorry, I know you’ve been getting a lot of songfics lately, but I feel like it’s going to be really cool. Love you, by the way!

Author’s note: I’ve been obsessed with this song for a while now but I actually didn’t know the real meaning behind the song, And apparently, this song is about The 1975′s frontman Matty Healy. It has a bittersweet meaning. I thought that the real meaning didn’t adapt to well to Bucky so I did my own thing. I don’t think the fic follows the song in a matter of meaning but I think it follows the rhythm of the song. I have to say it’s a weird fic so, bear with me.

Masterlist / To Do List

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her TV show. You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old

I observed him as the nurses and Steve tried to calm him down. After the nightmare he had, Bucky had woken up without knowing who he really was and thinking that he was still the Winter Soldier, the monster who was controlled by HYDRA.

Steve tried to talk some sense into him but Bucky wasn’t listening. Even though he had never said it out loud, Steve loved Bucky was a brother. His actions made it clear and he thought that materialize those words wasn’t going to change anything. Perhaps he was right but a part of me liked to think that maybe, just maybe, if Steve said it out loud, Bucky would come back. I had tried and he didn’t come back. Maybe Steve was the one who could bring him back.

One of the nurse managed to put a tract on his arm and, seconds later, Bucky collapsed on bed, completely drugged and, finally, in peace.

You’re dripping like a saturated sunlight. You’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink

Although Steve made me promise him I wouldn’t enter the room, as soon as he left, I went inside, walked towards the bed and took the human hand into mine. “Hello Bucky,” I murmured.

Bucky smiled but I knew he wasn’t smiling to me or for me. As much as it hurt me, Bucky was drugged. It was the only way we had to control him. We could also put him in a cryogenic state but Steve didn’t want and I was glad about it because I didn’t want it either. I loved that Bucky was there with us, even if he wasn’t really him.

Despite all of that, I still loved him. Maybe he wasn’t my Bucky, but he had the look of the man I had fallen in love with. And I knew that if someday he regained consciousness, he would regret everything he had done while being controlled by HYDRA.

Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I’m covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams. And it’s blue

I knew I was dreaming as soon as I saw Bucky appear in that music festival. But I didn’t care, it was the only moment I could be happy with him. I welcomed him with one of my best smiles and soon his arms were wrapped around my body and swayed me to the beat of music.

I lifted my head to look at him and I smiled when I saw his blue eyes staring at me with the intensity that characterized him. I raised one of my hands and I placed it on his face. I caressed it with tenderness and soon, his hands cupped my face and he kissed me. He kissed at me as if was going to be our last kiss. With passion, lust, despair.

Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means

Suddenly, his lips stopped moving and he dropped his hands. His eyes looked at me as if I was a complete stranger.

“No, not again,” I said in a gasp. “Bucky, it’s me. Y/N.”

You were a vision in the morning when the lights came through. I know I’ve only feel religion when I’m lying with you. You said you’ll never be forgiven ‘til your boys are too and I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you

My eyes opened when I heard a loud noise. I got up of bed and I left my bedroom, founding a trail of bodies. “Bucky,” I mumbled as I started to run. I run. I run as much as I could before it was too late.

I bumped against his chest but before I could fall, he grabbed me by the arm.

You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you

His eyes looked at me and I wanted him to recognize me. But he pushed me away and kept walking.

Captain’s Mischiefs

Request: Bucky is having a hard time and the reader suggests he gets a service dog, which they name ‘Captain.’ 

Word Count: 1, 678

Contains: Endless fluff.

A/N: Loved writing this! Hope you all enjoy!

Three days. It had been three days since Bucky had emerged from his room. He didn’t even come out for food. No matter how much you bribed him with promises of pizza and hamburgers, he remained entrenched in his bedroom. He vehemently refused to speak to anyone, even you.

You tried to ignore how much this hurt you. You had thought that Bucky had trusted you enough to let you in his life, to let you see the parts of him that not even Steve had seen. But you were wrong. Once Bucky let his emotions and traumas take over, you would lose him for days on an end. If it was hard for you to see him like this, you couldn’t even begin imagining what Bucky was going through.

Steve sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “He’ll come around, Y/N.”

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Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan during the ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’ and ‘Captain America: Civil War’ film photocalls on 2014 and 2016.

The Magic Feat

Request:  Bucky x reader please :) They’re friends but have feelings for each other. When they’re watching a film reader takes her bra off under her shirt & he’s amazed. She can’t believe he’s impressed given all the things he can do. Fluff to end please.

Word Count: 1,402

Contains: Fluff and a baffled Bucky. Cuteness all around.

A/N: Fluffy Bucky for you all! Hope you enjoy :) 

Bucky stepped into the living room, concern in his eyes. “Where’s everyone?” he asked you.

After muting the television, you swallowed the bite of cereal you had been chewing on before replying. “They’re on a mission.”

“And they couldn’t have told me about it?” Bucky’s voice was laced with annoyance.

You scoffed. “They don’t need to report everything to you, Barnes.”

“I know, but I’d like to know where they are,” he huffed out. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bucky?”

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