This Is How I See This Particular Bucky

Enamored [40] - Newlyweds

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Coming back home doesn’t have to change everything.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5400

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Coming back to London had its advantages and disadvantages.

Advantages were that apparently you were to be an aunt now, so being there made it possible for you to help Cecily prepare for the baby. You were beyond excited, and had already bought so many toys and clothes for the baby, and you even had a couple of cribs you had your eye on.

The disadvantage was that…

Well, coming back to London meant more responsibilities and you would much rather enjoy your newly found marital bliss.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part Two

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

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Bucky was surprised the drive took so long, though he caught glimpses of signs as the headlights hit them. They were still in New York, but definitely not the city. He wondered if Pierce was taking some random route to ambush him, but with a gun to his head, it wouldn’t be a smart idea.

The roads turned into the woods and soon the car was slowly pulling up to a dimly lit cabin. Bucky saw all of the men posted outside and there was no doubt more inside.

“Get out,” Bucky said. They both left the car at the same time, the gun never leaving sight of Pierce. Once he rounded the car, he grabbed Pierce and used him as a shield while the men realized what was happening and approached with their own guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bucky called out.

He didn’t see the man who had just finished taking a piss farther out in the trees, but he heard the soft crunch of twigs and dead leaves beneath his feet. Bucky pulled the gun away for one second and shot at the spot the sound came from.

It seemed his days in battle overseas really aided him. He hit his mark before returning to the men. He didn’t necessarily have a plan for the moment but he knew he had to act fast. Gripping Pierce even harder, Bucky started to shoot each of the men he saw. None of them fired back, knowing it would kill their boss before it ever hit Bucky. Four men down and one in the woods.

“I should say you’re a shitty boss for even leaving them outside in this cold,” Bucky muttered as snow started to fall. Pushing him towards the door, Bucky whispered “knock.”

Pierce did as he was told and before he knew it, Glen/Matthew opened the door.

He reached for his gun but Bucky shot him right between the eyes, though he added a couple more rounds for even betraying his job. Stanley shot up from beside you, your worn out body curled up. It was evident that something had just finished happening within the last hour. Your panties were off to the side and you looked as though you had struggled to shield yourself with the oversized shirt.

Bucky's eyes grew wide as he put two and two together, piecing it all in place. “You sick fuck!” He yelled, causing you to wake with a whimper of pain. You were dazed as Stanley’s body was shot even more, dropping in front of you.

Sitting up, you curled into the couch when you saw Pierce. But then Bucky’s face appeared from behind him and you froze.

“Bucky?” You whispered, your voice hoarse from all of the screaming.

“A whore like her mother,” Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Bucky quickly turned him around and shot him in the forehead. His body toppled backwards, hitting Stanley’s slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from emptying the rounds into all three of the bodies on the floor. The gun clicked, signaling they were all gone. Tossing the gun to the side, not having to worry about prints due to his gloves, he slowly stepped over the bodies and to you.

You shook, staring as the blood pouring out of the men. “Is this real?” You asked, wiping at your eyes. Your mind would play tricks on you, your dreams sometimes pleasant only to wake up still in the cabin.

Bucky knelt in front of you, gently taking your hands. He looked you over, disgusted at the way the men used you as a punching bag among other things. Pulling off his jacket, he slid it over your shoulders and cupped your face. You winced, your hands moving to rest on his forearms. You stared at him, gripping him as tightly as your weak hands could, hoping that this wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t bear to wake up from something that felt so real.

“I’m here, Angel. It’s real,” Bucky nodded. Glancing around, he furrowed his brow when he didn’t see any pants for you. “Where are your clothes?” He asked, frowning.

You shuddered and shook your head. “They took them away. I don’t…” you trailed off, knowing that they tossed them in the trash early on. They only ever gave you shirts and underwear, and you were “lucky” to even get those, according to Stanley.

Bucky swore under his breath. Grabbing the panties he did see, he slowly helped you into them and got you on your feet. Your knees wobbled, muscles not yet having found themselves. They never did after those times when you were used. Bucky helped you get your arms into the jacket and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna get you home,” he said. Picking you up, he walked out of the house and got you into the passenger seat of Pierce’s car. Chances were that they wouldn’t have called it in and reported it stolen yet. After all, the owner was dead now.

Once he got you in, Bucky quickly rounded the car and got into the passenger seat. Setting the gps on his phone, he set it on the console and turned the heat up. He had felt your body and you were cold as ice.

Quickly he pulled out of the place and headed back towards the city while you curled up in the seat. “How did you find me?” You asked after a few minutes, facing him. Bucky reached out with his hand and you took it, leaning forward and holding it to your cheek. He was so, so warm and you needed the comfort.

“Forced Pierce to bring me there. We’ve been getting all of those videos and photos. When we got the one from today…” Bucky shook his head slightly and stared at the road. “I couldn’t sit by and watch as you were hurt. I was ready to kill anyone who stood in my way of finding you. I didn’t care if I was going to die, I just…I had to find you.”

You listened, pulling the hood up on Bucky’s jacket to hold the warmth in. He knew taking you to your place wasn’t the best option considering they knew where you lived, but you needed to be home. And without a boss, Pierce’s men didn’t have anyone to answer to.

“Michael and I have been trying to find anything about where you were. He’s been signing things over to Pierce just to get you back, but each time one thing was signed over, Pierce would add on another,” Bucky glanced over at you, how puffy and red your eyes were even in the darkness. “Angel…what did they do to you?”

You looked down, though you didn’t pull away. Admitting to what they did was the hardest thing and you never thought you would have to. You were sure that they were going to kill you. Turning the heat up as much as it could, you closed your eyes. “They…used me. Made me do things I didn’t want to. I can’t…” you shook your head as tears started to fall once more.

Bucky pulled the car over and put it in park before turning to you fully. “Shh. I’m sorry. They will never, ever hurt you again. I promise. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not leaving you again. Ever.”

You believed him, but you were still scared. Nodding slightly, you took a few deep breaths. He smelled of leather and whiskey, something you didn’t realize you missed until now. Pulling your head back, you looked into his eyes. “You saved me.”

Bucky brushed your tears away with a nod. “I did say I owed you for saving my life, didn’t I?”

You nodded, though a smile didn’t break through. You weren’t sure if you could smile again, but it would come back in time. “Take me home,” you whispered.

Bucky kissed your bruised cheek as gently as he could before pulling the car back onto the road.

Slowly you started to recognize places, knowing home wasn’t too far away. Bucky didn’t pull his hand from yours. He needed to make sure you were there and you needed him there.

The only time he pulled away was when he parked the car outside of Pierce’s house. He made sure no traces were left before leading you to the car he originally drove in with.

The less evidence, the better.

He got you home quickly after that, helping you up to your apartment. When he opened the door, you frowned. It was somewhat messy, though it wasn’t terrible. To-go containers sat on the counter as well as empty water bottles.

“Buck, what is this?” You asked, looking around. “I didn’t have any of this…”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve um…been staying here. In case any of the men came looking for something or if you found your way back somehow.”

You looked at him with a sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. His wound was more or less healed, though you momentarily even forgot he was shot. “Stay.”

“As long as you want me to,” Bucky spoke against your hair. “Think you can take a shower?” He asked, knowing it would help you at least a little.

You pulled back slightly. “I think so,” you muttered. Bucky didn’t give you a chance to do it yourself. He led you to the bathroom and had you sit on the closed toilet seat while he started it up. You noticed that his hair had started to grow out as well as his beard, but not terribly long. It was more full rather than the scruff you had gotten used to. Various new items sat on the counter. A toothbrush, some mouthwash, and Bucky even put some of his own body wash and such in the shower. Bucky turned back to you and nodded gently.

“I’m going to be right outside, okay? Call out if you need me. I’ll bring back a towel,” he looked down at you and he now saw the fresh writing on your leg closer than before. Breathing out through his nose, he met your eyes.

You noticed it but nodded anyways, pulling him in for a tight hug, or as tight as you could manage. “Thank you,” you whispered before letting him go.

Bucky kissed your temple and stepped out, leaving the door just slightly ajar to hear you better if you needed his help. Slowly standing up, you peeled off the jacket, shirt, and underwear. You couldn’t bear to look into the mirror, afraid of what you might see. The showers you were allowed to take were short and cold, while this one felt nice and inviting. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one. You began to wash your hair first, caked in grease and sweat. It took you two run throughs of shampoo and conditioner before you felt clean. Then came the body.

You used the favorite soap that hadn’t been touched in a while, lathering up and washing your skin as hard as you could. That’s when the tears started again. You knew it was your hands, but you got flashes of the men’s hands on you again. You sat down at the bottom of the tub and tried to do it slowly, shaking as your hand ran up your inner thigh. You froze, sobbing as you tossed the washcloth and hid your face against your hands.

Bucky had decided to clean up the trash he left, shoving it all into bags and setting it by the front door to take out later or tomorrow. He usually was a very clean man, never liking to see trash scattered around. He wasn’t even one to have a bunch of items in his place. He only went there lately to get clothes and such. Once he was done, he went into the hallway and grabbed a thick, fresh towel. Knocking on the door, he peeked his head in.

“Hey Angel? I brought you a towel,” he said softly, setting it on the counter. When you didn’t answer, he frowned deeply. “Y/N?”

“Thank..you…” you gasped between quiet sobs. Bucky sighed and walked in farther.

“Do you need anything?” He asked. He didn’t want to open the curtain considering you were naked and even though he had just seen more of you today than ever, he wasn’t going to be that guy.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “Don’t go,” you spoke.

Bucky moved to sit on the toilet, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped together. “I’m right here, I promise.”

You sniffled and grabbed the washcloth to try washing yourself again. You had to. You had to get the feeling of all of it off of your skin. Biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut, you quickened your pace and scrubbed your skin even more until it nearly burned. Bucky was right outside of the curtain, and you knew he would help you do just about anything, but you were strong, right? You had to do this yourself. Once you felt like you were about to make yourself bleed from all of the scrubbing, you slowly stood and rinsed yourself off once more before shutting the shower off. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you looked down at Bucky and reached your hand out towards the towel. He handed it to you and you wrapped yourself in it before pushing the curtain back fully.

Bucky kept his eyes on your face as he stood. “I know this isn’t what you want but…go sit in bed. I need to take care of the…cut,” he muttered. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, but you knew he just didn’t want it to get infected.

Nodding, you stepped out of the shower and headed to your room. He gathered the items he needed while you got dressed. Your room had been pretty much untouched, though he had no reason to even step foot inside. You pulled on a long sleeve and some shorts, knowing it would be better for him to get to the cuts. Crawling onto the bed, you sighed and tried to allow your heart to settle. You were home whether it was a dream or not. You leaned back against the pillows. Being in a bed felt so odd after six months on a couch or floor.

Bucky knocked on the door and you called out that he could come inside. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, one arm full of items. Gauze, wrap, antibacterial ointment, and he even grabbed a couple bottles of water and an apple.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s not much but if they haven’t been feeding you, you’ll have to start small,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

Sitting up, you curled one leg beneath the extended wounded one, taking the apple as he handed it to you with a small thanks. He turned on the light on the nightstand to get a better look. “So you don’t need stitches, but this won’t feel good. Just remember to breathe, okay?” He asked. You nodded, taking a small bite of the apple.

Bucky proceeded to clean the wound, though you chewed on the apple to bite back the pain. You were thankful it was still somewhat fresh so it didn’t start to get infected. You had smaller cuts from when they hit you but not enough that would get gross. You focused on Bucky’s face, how his eyebrows knitted together as he focused. He had bags under his eyes and looked just about as tired as you.

“What did I miss?” You asked, needing a distraction. Bucky glanced over to your face before your pleading eyes told him you needed it.

Bucky sighed and looked back to your leg. “Well, Michael has pretty much put everyone through the ringer since he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. Glen had been loyal for years so it’s pretty warranted. Liz keeps giving me her pot cookies but I don’t do that stuff so I gave them to Michael. I guess he likes them, but don’t tell her I’m not eating them. I gave her the excuse that you were visiting family. Well…I gave everyone that excuse. I went to your job and told them how there was a family emergency so you would be out of work for a while. Your aunt was sick and you had to stay and look after her. Duff seemed pretty okay with it but I know he missed you. Michael…really tried to get you back. He was ready to do what Pierce asked and sign over the whole company. I know he’s been a bad father, but he does care about you,” Bucky’s words were softer at the end.

You kept chewing on the apple as you listened, your free hand resting on your stomach. You were happy that Bucky came up with lies so people didn’t worry, though you sighed when he mentioned Michael caring.

“Don’t tell him I’m home yet, okay? I just…need a night in here,” you mumbled, setting the half eaten apple on the nightstand as you groaned in pain when Bucky put the ointment on. He whispered a soft apology but continued. Taking a sip of water, he then applied a bandage and taped it down so it wouldn’t fall off too easily.

Setting the water down, Bucky gathered the items and headed out to put them away. You looked around, somewhat feeling like a stranger now in your own home. For the last six months, you had been put out and made to feel like you were nothing but a hole, a body to torment. Pulling the blanket over your legs, you curled up on your side and glanced at the clock. Five am. A time you used to go to sleep after work was finished. It made your heart hurt.

Bucky appeared in the doorway, chewing on his lip. “You should get some sleep,” he mumbled.

Looking over at him, you reached your hand out and motioned for him to come closer. Once he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, you took his hand. “Stay with me, please?” You asked, not wanting to be alone. Sure, you hadn’t been alone in months, but you trusted Bucky.

Bucky's heart broke at how scared you looked. Nodding, he squeezed your hand. “Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back, Angel,” he said.

You nodded and let go as he got up, watching him walk out. That nickname was beginning to be your favorite in the world. Your brain drifted off as you waited, trying hard to stay away from the demons that were now going to plague your mind. You didn’t have nightmares much at the cabin, just because they would tire you out by slapping you awake and making sure you didn’t get any decent sleep. Hearing soft footsteps, Bucky walked in and shut the door, having done a check around the home before getting changed. He wore just black pajama pants and a tee. Shutting off the light, he crawled into bed on the other side of you and laid on his side. You turned towards him, the streetlight illuminating his face just enough.

“What’s going to happen now? With Michael and Pierce,” you spoke quietly as Bucky slowly pulled you in and wrapped one arm around your waist. The other slid beneath your pillow, his face just inches from yours. His touch was soft, afraid of breaking you farther.

“I’m not sure. It may be covered up, cleaned up with disappearances and bodies that weren’t found,” Bucky shrugged, which made something trigger in your mind.

“Bodies…Bucky, Pierce has bodies buried around that cabin. He mentioned it the day I was taken there. Who knows how many there are,” you muttered, your hand resting on his cheek as you brushed over his beard.

Bucky frowned and shook his head. “An issue for another day. C’mon, you need sleep,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your wrist. You watched him with soft eyes.

“Guard dog…” you muttered, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. From there, you curled your body against his and tried desperately to relax against him.

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Cold Shoulder {2} || mafia!Bucky

Summary: Your world is turned upside down overnight and the only way to get through it is with you and Bucky supporting each other. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (both), unprotected sex, angst, cancer (not main character), tattoos, fluff WC: 3679

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You were writhing on the leather seat, or at least trying to with Bucky’s hands pinning your hips down and his elbows holding your legs open. His name fell from your lips as you gripped his hair tight and even in the dark limo you could see his eyes glowing like twin blue flames that threatened to burn you with their intensity. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, his tongue doing dangerous things to your sanity, and your head fell back with a cry as he wrought another orgasm from your body.

You pounced on him the second he loosened his hold to wipe your arousal from his chin and surprise flittered quickly across his face as he let you push him flat on his back along the narrow floorspace, straddling his thighs as you worked his belt and zip open.

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So I’m officially à Montréal girly now …

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Claws Out || Stucky

STUCKY x shapeshifter!reader

Summary: After Bucky saves you from hunters who kill your kind, or enslave them, he secretly helps bring you into the avengers fold - not knowing who can be trusted. Bucky is the one person you feel you can trust until you meet Steve.  Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, blood, violence, death, sexual tension WC: 2.8k

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You squirmed under the scrutiny of the people you had just met, their rigid formation seeming almost defensive against a new arrival to the team. You could feel the burning questions playing on their minds but not a single one asked you. They wondered who you were and why a civilian was suddenly an avenger but kept their mouths shut as Tony stated your short introduction. There wasn’t much information to give besides your name, only the key part that he seemed to enjoy skipping over.

“So what do you think her specialty is?” Nat asked Bucky as they walked to the gym together. “Canon fodder?”

“Leave her alone, you don’t know her.” Bucky stated coldly before veering off down a hall and away from the Black Widow.

“Don’t act like you didn’t think about it.” She called out before continuing on her way.

You watched the interaction with a heavy heart before quietly following Bucky’s footsteps to his room. The door was left open just a crack and you curled your paw into the gap and widened it enough to fit your feline form through. Bucky sat at the edge of his bed, watching you slink your way in and jump up beside him gracefully.

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Okay Gramps - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris isn’t happy his iPhone 6s finally died

Word count: 663

Warnings: Fluff! Implied Age Gap! Pregnancy! Teasing!

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You and Chris didn’t often fight and if you did it was generally over something minor, like leaving the toilet seat up, or not putting clothes in the hamper.

However the most reoccurring argument was over his phone that was so old that it functioned more as a metal brick than an actual phone. You had begged him for years to update it, saying it was not worth the nightly battle just to get it to charge, or the poor battery life.

However he just took it to the nearest Apple store to get it repaired. That process repeating until the Apple store refused to repair it because they didn’t have parts anymore because it was that old.

You were certain he’d spent more on getting it repaired than it would cost to just buy a new phone.

You finally won the battle though when you got pregnant and with your due date only getting closer you told him it was not safe for him to be unreachable because his phone’s charge wouldn’t last an hour. The last thing you wanted while going into labour was calling all his friends and family trying to track him down.

However he was probably the only person on earth that wasn’t excited to get a new phone.

“I don’t like the lack of buttons” he huffs as he looks at his new iPhone 13.

“It makes it sleeker and gives you a bigger screen” you point out.

“I guess but I don’t really like the face scan thing either, doesn’t seem safe” he mumbles as he goes through the setting up process.

You roll your eyes at him “they have privacy systems in place, and you were perfectly fine with them having your fingerprint” you point out nodding to his old phone.

“Yeah but what if hackers can access it, they have our faces on file, they could make fake identities” Chris argues shaking his head.

“Oh boy just you wait until you find out about driver’s licenses and all that” you say sarcastically, running your hand over your bump, feeling the baby kick your hand “see even the baby thinks you’re being ridiculous”

Chris rolls his eyes letting out a small huff of a laugh. But still lets out a long sigh as he frowns down at his new phone.

You reach out taking his hand in yours squeezing it reassuringly “look I know you hate tech and thinks its all over complicated nowadays, and i’ll be honest I agree with you to a certain extent” you tell him getting him to look over at you “but you’ll get used to the new phone just like you did with your old one all those centuries ago” you add with a smirk.

Chris finally lets out a good laugh at that, smiling over at you “yeah you’re right, and I have to remind myself its for this one here” he sighs reaching over to rest his large hand over your bump.

“Exactly and think of all the cute non grainy photos you’ll take” you smile watching at his smile grows wider.

“Yeah I can’t wait” he grins leaning over to kiss you.

Just like you said it didn’t take long for Chris to get used to his new phone, he was almost like an excited kid once he found out all the cool features. Often running over to you to show you the adorable photo he’d just taken of Dodger.

“Look how clear it is! You can see every detail! And his eyes!” Chris exclaims as he shows you the most recent photo he took of dodger.

“See tech isn’t so scary after-all” you smirk kissing him on the cheek.

“I never said I was scared of it” Chris huffs rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay gramps” you laugh.

Chris arches a brow at you shaking his head “you’re lucky I love you” he says as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too” you laugh

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Happiness and Hair Ties (Drabble)

Pairing: Wakanda Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, goats

Summary: just straight fluffy goodness

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Bucky blew his hair out of his face for the 100th time. He was out trying to take care of the goats. Steve the goat was head butting his leg of course, that goat was always trying to start fights, hence Bucky naming him Steve. You were watching out the window of the hut you shared, laughing softly as your boyfriend struggled.

“Jamie, come ‘ere baby, let me help ya,” he waltzed over to where you had walked outside. “Help with what doll?” You pulled a hair tie off your wrist. “Turn around Jamie, it’ll keep your hair outta your face while ya take care of the goats.” He turned around and let you put up his hair. You decided on a bun, one, because you thought it would do the job, and two, because you knew it would be hella hot, and you were right, it was.

“Thanks doll, wanna read in the grass once I’m done?” You smiled at him, “sounds perfect, and I’ll make us a snack so we can have a picnic sorta thing.” Bucky put his one arm around you and gave your forehead a kiss, then headed out to the field to finish with the goats.

You went back inside and made a few types of sandwiches and cut them into pieces. You grabbed the books you and Bucky were currently reading and you headed out to the field. Bucky had just finished and picked a spot for you two. “Doll! Over here!” Your face lit up, “Jamie! I comin’!” You skipped over there and plopped down “heya baby,” you passed him his book and nuzzled into his neck. “I made sandwiches,” you informed him, showing off the sandwiches. He thanked you and took a piece.

After a little while a few of the goats got interested with you guys. You nudged Bucky, “Jamie look,” you pointed over to Diana the goat who was trying to ‘sneakily’ walk over to you. Bucky laughed, “I guess they want some pets, huh?” He called over the goats but only Steve and Diana came over, the rest continued eating the grass. Diana sat down in your lap, you scratched her head and continued reading. Steve on the other hand kept head butting Bucky’s hand that kept trying to pet him. Eventually he settled down though and took a nap. Once Steve fell asleep, Bucky did the same. You looked over and saw him asleep, it was then you really took in the situation.

You and Bucky, both of you torn apart by the war, tortured by Hydra, forced into doing things against your will. Somehow escaping, and meeting each other again. Everything you both had been through, always fighting in some battle, even before WW2 when you guys were saving Steve, and fighting for your rights as a woman, defying the gender norms.

But now, you both, sitting in peace, finally free, no battles, no one to tell you what to do, just you two, and the goats, together.

AN: alright, I think this might be one of my favorite fics I’ve written, so I am definitely going to do more fluffy, Wakandan Bucky fics, with the goats of course

Foock offf you scared the living shit out of meeee I hate you right now !!!!

Update 5 min later : I do in fact not hate you I love you very much I’m sorry it was all the emotions speaking…

please Please PLEASE give us more street racer Bucky. You’ve got me absolutely hooked and I would soak up anything you give me about them - even if it’s just them getting a coffee together. Your writing is so gorgeous 💕

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Run These Streets {3} || Street Racer!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, medical terms, car crash, injury, fluff, angst WC: 1.4k

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This was your very worst nightmare and it was unfolding right before your eyes. The acrid scent of burning steel and the sharp burn of smoke in your lungs, choking you with every breath. A part of you was grateful it wasn’t Bucky’s car on fire as you heard the other driver screaming for help that you couldn’t give, you had to get to Bucky. The 70’s muscle car hadn’t crumpled like the late model Subaru that had crashed into him, shunting him towards a concrete barrier before flipping onto its top. 

“Bucky!” You screamed as you dropped to your stomach, glass snagging at your skin as you crawled through the passenger window. Bucky’s hands were slack against the roof as he hung suspended from his seat, the harness keeping a secure hold on him as you inched through the tight space and saw the trickle of blood running down his face. “Baby, I need you to talk to me, open your eyes, anything dammit!”

“Give her girlfriend status and suddenly she’s all bossy.” Bucky chuckled before groaning. “Where’s the kid?”

“Don’t worry about him, he damn near killed you.” You growled. “What hurts?”

“What doesn’t?” He groaned, wiggling his fingers through his racing gloves and sighing with relief. “I need you to unbuckle me, doll.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for the EMT? You might have a spinal injury.” Even through the blood and grimace you could see his eyebrow quirk up. “What? I saw it on Grey's Anatomy.”

“I’m fine. I’ll brace myself, I just need you to hit the release before the fire hits the kid’s NOS bottle.”

“Shit.” You cursed before nodding and reaching up to the buckle where the four points of the harness met. “3, 2, 1.”

The belts fell away and Bucky grunted as his full weight fell onto his already aching arms. Backing up, you reversed your way out the window with Bucky slowly trailing you, his nose wrinkling as he tried to hide the pain he was in. 

“Here, lean on me.” You ordered as he struggled to pull himself to his feet. His arm draped over your shoulder and you curled yours around his waist, trying to be tender as you took some of his weight. “Steve!”

Steve sprinted over from where he had been on the phone to 911 and laughed with shock as he found his best friend upright and alive. “You’re a fucking jerk, scaring me like that. Fuck. Let’s get you checked out, EMT’s will be here shortly.”

“Seriously? EMT’s bring cops you punk.” Bucky growled as he punched Steve in the arm before groaning and clutching his stomach. “I can’t get caught again.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” You said as you reached down and pulled Bucky’s shirt up, gasping at the bruise that painted his stomach a sickly purple shade. “Steve, how soon did you say until they get here?”

Steve’s face paled as he saw the bruise spreading before his eyes, reaching his ribs just as Bucky’s breathing began to change. “Buck? Talk to me pal, take a deep breath.”

“Help! Somebody help!” You screamed to the crowd as Bucky started to collapse in your arms. 

Steve caught him before you could drop him and laid him gently on the grass verge beside the street as a woman stepped out from the crowd. “I might be able to help. I’m not a doctor but I did some medic training when I was enlisted.”

Her eyes darted to the dog tags hanging from Bucky’s neck and you tucked them back into his shirt, knowing how precious they were to him. “Sorry, I just didn’t realise he was a vet.”

“He’s not, they were his fathers. Can you help him?” Your hands trembled as you held Bucky’s with one and brushed his messy hair back with the other, careful not to touch the cuts on his face.

“I’ll try.” She sighed before pulling his shirt further up his body, tapping her fingers over the bruising as Bucky drifted in and out of consciousness. “He’s got internal bleeding, best guess is a ruptured spleen, and a collapsed lung.”

Your entire body sobbed with the cry that broke free, the thought of losing him seeming to short circuit your brain as you knelt at his side. “You can’t die, not now, not ever - you hear me. I need you baby. Please, do something.”

“I need a needle or something sterile and hollow to fit between his ribs.” She said as he reached into her handbag and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitiser. 

Steve was already racing into the crowd asking for supplies anyone might have and returned quickly with a syringe still in the sterile packaging. “Don’t even ask.”

You knew there were plenty of drugs that circulated the sport and its supporters, the thin grey line between illegal racing soon merging with other illegal activities, so it was no surprise Steve got a needle from one of them. You were just grateful he found one that hadn’t been used. 

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” You asked as she felt between his ribs and smeared hand sanitiser over his skin.

“No, but do you have any other choice?” She said as she held the needle over his chest. “Your boyfriend’s not breathing and I don’t hear any sirens yet.”

“Ok, do it.” You murmured as you held his hand tighter and pressed your lips to his cheek. “I love you.”

A small hiss of air pulled you away from watching Bucky’s light blue lips and you flinched at the sight of the needle stabbed into his chest. You were squeezing his fingers so tight you didn’t feel them twitch and you nearly jumped out of his skin as he gasped a ragged breath in. 

“Oh, thank god.” You sagged with relief before hearing the sirens echo along the road. “You’re gonna be alright baby.”

“Told you.” He rasped, his breaths still shaky and shallow. “M fine.”

“Tough bastard.” Steve exhaled, his own sense of relief taking over as he hugged the woman who had saved his best friend's life. “Thank you, anything you need, dinner, movies? I’m there, my shout.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled as Steve somehow managed to snag a date from Bucky’s disaster, he would be proud. “How about we get Bucky to the hospital first? Then you can start planning how many children you’re gonna have.”

You were exhausted but unable to sleep as you waited in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs at the hospital. Steve had tried to get you to rest, rolling up his jumper for you to use as a pillow but it hadn’t worked. Now he sat beside you, mouth hanging open as he snored lightly, the chair next to him filled by the woman who had saved Bucky’s life. Her head had fallen onto Steve’s shoulder and you couldn’t help taking a photo so you could remind him of the day he met his future wife. 

Suddenly, the doors to the operating rooms opened and a surgeon came out with a yawn. “Family of Barnes?”

“That's us!” You said as you elbowed Steve and stood up. “Can we see him?”

“Soon, he’s just going to the recovery room now.” The doctor said with a nod. “We had to remove his spleen and part of his liver that was damaged but I should think he will make a full recovery.”

Dawn was just breaking over the city when you were finally allowed in his room, his length leaving his toes hanging from the end of the bed. Cuts and bruises covered his face but he was still as handsome as ever as you took the seat beside him and held his hand. 

“You really scared me, Bucky.” You confessed to the quiet room filled only with the beats of his heart on the machine. “You’re not allowed to leave me, ever.”

His fingers twitched in your grasp and the heart monitor jumped as he woke from the sedation, blue eyes unfocused as they looked around the room and landed on you. “Who are you?”

Your throat constricted and fear gripped your chest as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then a flicker of something else passed behind his eyes you had loved since you first saw them, something…mischievous.

“James Buchanen Barnes, if you are fucking with me right now, I swear to god…”

“C’mere, doll.” His laughter warmed your soul as he pulled your hand closer and kissed your knuckles. “I could never forget you.”