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“Are you an angel?”

He says it all woozy and completely deadpan, totally at ease - a natural flirt - like waking up in a hospital with a neck brace on and your motorcycle presumably totaled in some back alley was just another thing on a Tuesday’s schedule to tick off.

Who knows; maybe it was for this guy.

pairing: biker bucky x nurse!reader

summary: bucky barnes is a magnet for danger, bad karma, and pretty woman - not necessarily in that order. a motorcycle crash lands him in reader’s ER, and it looks like he might have just found himself a new game of high-stakes chase.

synopsis: part one of - hopefully - a new series, content warnings for minor medical procedures, i.e., injections and such. biker bucky is always a classic, and i wanted to write it, so i did.

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Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

…

Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”

The chronicles of the winter || Part II

Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 874

Warnings: none

The routine is always the same: ice, fire, words, compliance. They pull the Soldier from the cryo chamber with ice still in his veins and drag him down throughout dark corridors and through bulk head doors to the chair. Coming out of cryo, he never remembers much, but he remembers enough to fear the chair. There aren’t any good times.

He thought heaven can’t help him now. Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take him down somehow. These memories follow him around, still. Some snippets of situations he could barely remember caused kind of an anxiety. He knew however, that he has to be impassive, no matter what will happen. Steve Rogers. That single name re-echoed in his head. It was kinda bothering him, because he had an irresistible feeling, that he knew that person. Somehow. Sometime.. Somewhere…

Soldier, the soldier, get the soldier, soldier we have a mission for you, soldier, soldier… Mission report. What mission? Which mission? Why are they staring at me? Mission report. Captain America.

Ice. Fire. Words. Compliance. More fire. More words. More ice. Every time they pull him from the ice, things have changed. Hairstyles. Cars. Fashion. Language changes. A phrase that would have passed unnoticed becomes old-fashioned while he sleeps. Who his handlers serve changes as well: from the Soviet Union to Russia to Hydra. There are some constants, though. He has a habit. He sketches between missions, when he’s awaiting at another assignment. But as soon as sketch is done, he destroys it. Once he couldn’t force his himself to tear up that sketch, and his handler found it stuck in a pocket that usually holds ammunition. They broke his fingers before they put him in the ice that time, and again when they pull him out. The Soldier’s fingers ache after that, a steady reminder not to get caught again.

The other thing that doesn’t change is death. Whether his handlers are Soviet, Russian or Hydra, their orders always involve death. They burn out his memory, but death always follows him. All those people he killed. Polish colonel in Warsaw, Danish special agent, Bosnian high rank commander of Tactical Air Force… He remembers all of them. ALWAYS.

Where are those happy days? They seem so hard to find. I really tried to make it out, I wish I understood. How can I even try to go on?

And now he was assigned once again. His mission seemed to not be so easy this time, but there was no place for excuses. Captain America. Steve Rogers. And Soldier has to eliminate the target.

His handler took him to the little room. It was “his place”. There was a little window beneath a ceiling, brick walls were dilapidated. A narrow metal bed with a smouldering mattress on it was standing with bedhead to the door. “Rest. You’re going to Washington tomorrow morning” handler said in harsh voice, without any redundant emotions. He only nodded.

As soon as doors were closed, Bucky slowly sat on the mattress, slipping his metal fingers into his long hair.  “I need to shave”, brunette thought to himself. It was rather a ridiculous afterthought, he thought second later. He always wanted to ran from demons of his past, so he tried to think about some silly things. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes not…

He spent whole night by sitting on the mattress, with knees tucked up to his chin.

The sun has already long set when they landed at a private airfield. The two men with them made bribes and threats to avoid any questions. The Soldier geared up in his tactical suit, the handler insisted that this job requires the face mask. Bucky made sure he had all his weapons —guns, knives. He put the mask in place, and then got into the back of the plain black van that awaited them on the tarmac. In the van, time seemed to come to a standstill.

When the van stopped and the handler threw the door open on a city street he thought he should recognize, he could noticed the beginnings of light showing in the sky. “You have ten minutes. They’ll be here in a moment” his handler said.

They were looking for him since several minutes. “They said he’s somewhere around here” Natasha growled, once again taking a look at the navigation and a little red dot on a screen. Sam let out a slight gasp. “Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D has wrong informations? Who has reported it?” man asked, shrugging. “They have confirmed informations, Sam” Captain’s voice was firm as he spoke.

Steve was preparing to this actions since very long time period. The Winter Soldier, the Ghost, was in the city and it might be the only occasion to find him and take him to the base. He was responsible for a lot of assassinations in last few decades. S.H.I.E.L.D really wanted to catch that man. He was the most dangerous person and he needed to be captured. Steve’s phone rang suddenly, so he picked up a call.

He was listening for a while and when he hung off the phone, he threw a gaze to Sam. “Turn right, Sam. One of the agents has seen their van at the city center.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part III

Part II Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1273

Warnings: none

Ten minutes to eliminate the Captain America is more than generous. He didn’t make a sound, he was trained not to make a sound. While the van was standing at the little parking lot next to the main street in the city center, he was awaiting, in a shade of a huge skyscraper. Leaning his back against the cold wall of the building, he once again repeated his plan.

Take your aim… HE’S ONLY A TARGET. Cut him down… THAT PREMONITION THAT I KNEW HIM. Your bullet can’t ricochet….

Finally he heard some voices. Target wasn’t alone…

“Are you sure it’s here?” Sam asked hesitantly. “Excuse me? Are you undermining my navigational skills now?” Natasha barked loudly, getting out of their car. Steve, who at that moment was standing next to the vehicle, was looking around. “Stop, immediately, both of you” he said in a harsh voice of his. “It’s not a good moment for arguments, do you understand?” Natasha only rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the hood of the car. “What’s now, Cap?” she asked coldly. “I’m telling you, Steve. It could be anyone else. Maybe they’re wrong.” Captain didn’t answer at her words, because he noticed the black van standing at a one of free parking spaces.

In the same time Soldier decided to start an action. He turn around, stepping out of the shadow and he aimed. But he quickly realized the target was firing his own weapon at him, one bullet has striked him in the chest where his tactic vest absorbed the impact. In the next moment the target launched himself at the Soldier. He was good, Bucky had to admitted… He was stronger and faster than target was, but he had to concentrate to block man’s blows and get through his defences. He lost his own weapon early in the exchange. Bucky was finally able to sweep blonde man’s feet out from under him and he went down. He straddled the target, circling his neck with his hands. It will take only moments now…

But the target wasn’t alone. Bucky felt a strong blow aimed in his neck, so for a short moment he lost his concentration. Not even taking eyes off the target, with his metal arm he grabbed second person, who was still standing behind them. He easily threw the person aside. With a corner of his eye he noticed it was a redhead woman.

He again focused on the target beneath him. But the target wasn’t done. He managed to get one leg up to Bucky’s throat, to force him down and break the grip that’s depriving him of breath. He almost managed to get away. No one has managed to come so close to escaping the Soldier… But he had him pinned again in a moment… The target began to strike out with no technique, just blind panic, arms and legs were flailing against him. As he gasped for breath that won’t come, one of the target’s hand reached out and grabbed his face mask, pulling it off.

The target saw his face, and he freezed. The target knows him…

Second strong blow in the neck threw Soldier out of the target, straight at the concrete. He made a coup forward and quickly got back on his feet. There was one more person besides the woman. It was a tall black man. A strong man…

The target got up from the ground with help of his comrade. Bucky felt target’s eyes on himself.

Soldier slowly turned his head to face blonde man. “BUCKY?!” the target whispered quietly. Soldier for a second was silent, than he narrowed his brows and barked. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

He didn’t know what the target was talking about. But the familiar feeling of knowing that man came back to Soldier’s head.

Suddenly an apparent peace has been interrupted by shots. The two men who came at the place with the Soldier, seeing what was going on at the parking lot, decided to step into an action. They were aiming in the target and his comrades. Suddenly Soldier heard a female scream. Redhead has been shot in her arm and she fell on the ground, squeaking quietly.

“Get to the fucking van!” one of the mercenaries screamed loudly, giving a sign to the Soldier, while the second was distracting the target.

Bucky ran straight to the car and quickly got in. After a moment second of the men jump to the van too and he shut the door as he did. A driver hardly pressed the accelerator and after a while they were on a way back to the private airport.

His handler was standing on the stairs, just out of reach, he held a pistol firmly in both hands. It didn’t matter. The Soldier knew he could kill the man if he wanted to. He had a gun in his boot and three knives, and he wouldn’t even need any of them. He could cross the distance between them and break the man’s neck before he could pull the trigger or say the words. But he didn’t. The handler’s controls was fraying, but they weren’t quite broken yet. “Soldier, report” his handler ordered. The Soldier didn’t even do his handler the courtesy of looking at him, keeping his eyes directed to the floor. He was sitting at the narrow brick wall, in the huge devastated, abandoned air shed. “You failed your mission, Soldier. I need your report.” That made the Soldier turn to his handler. He knew he did. “Who am I?” Bucky asked. “You are the Soldier” the handler replied without hesitation. “And who was I before that?” “You were nobody.” the words were spit out, contemptuous. The Soldier clenched his fists. “You ARE nobody.” “Who was the target?” he asked. “He was an enemy.” “I knew him” the Soldier whispered. “That’s why he had to die. He would have exposed your existence. Your work is so important, we cannot allow that to happen.” the handler was so sure, so confident. The Soldier hated him. “But I knew him” Bukcy insisted. He sensed his handler’s tense. He rose to his feet and faced down his handler. The man was almost as tall as he was, but the Soldier knew he can’t be underestimated. “Солдат. Стоп.” The Soldier balanced on the balls of his feet. He knew the switch to Russian meant the words were coming. “Желание.” One word wasn’t enough for the handler to take his will, but it was enough that for the Soldier to feel the strands of control began to once more wind around him. He launched himself forward with a snarl, sure of his own ability, but his handler was ready for him. He fired two times and the Soldier felt two darts strike, in throat and leg. He fought to keep moving, but can feel the drugs, the poison, which was overcoming his will. He had his hands around the throat of his handler, but his vision was fading and he fell. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness entirely was a vicious kick to his ribs.

He woke up in the chair and found the routine has changed. This time, they started with fire, fire that burnt the rebellion from his brain. Fire that left him screaming, that made his limbs tremble. When the fire has burned the last fragment of his old self away, only then they did stop. His handler approached him, the hated red book which he has held in his hands. “And now, Soldier,” his handler said coldly, “we will begin again.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part IV

Part II  || Part III Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1210

Warnings: none

He had to be wiped again. It took five men to get him into the chair, and three to get the rubber guard in his mouth. He sweared he’ll kill them all. If he will remember. If he will…

If you’re not close to someone, you won’t miss them when they’re gone.

The war against Hydra has started again.

Steve’s heart was broken. Bucky. His Bucky was ALIVE. The man he missed for all those years, the man he thought has died. The lost friend… He was ALIVE. He was in a reach of his hand, but once again Steve has failed. He let them take Bucky away.

Captain was sitting in his room, at the desk with a little lamp on it. He was drawing, as he used to do in a good times. He drew a man. A man with dark hair and a wicked smile and pain behind his eyes. The picture caused a pain in Steve’s chest so intense, he wasted precious lead scribbling over it until the image was obliterated before he torn it up. He let out a short scream, letting tears to run down his cheeks. Bucky. HIS FRIEND.

Steve slipped hands in his blonde hair, he lowered his head, closing the blue eyes of his.

He remembered the way Bucky looked at him when he called his name. Steve saw, how confused man was. He seemed to not remember things. It was Bucky, that was obvious, but he was STRANGE. Of course he had changed, his hair were longer, he had a beard. And finally, he had a pain behind his eyes.. Ineffable pain. It was Bucky, but at the same it wasn’t him. Steve couldn’t recognize his friend in those blue eyes. It was the foe.

A subtle knocking to his door roused him from thoughtfulness. “Come in” he said simply, closing his sketchbook. The door has opened and Sam walked in. “I came to check if you need something” Wilson said slowly, with kind of a hesitation in his voice. Steve gave a sad smile to his friend, shaking head slightly. “All I need is to find HIM, but you know that” Captain rose from a chair and walked to the large window with a view at the Potomac River. He leaned his forearm against a cold glass, letting out a loud sigh. Falcon for a moment was standing still, but then he slowly walked to Captain and put his palm on man’s shoulder. “I know” he affirmed. Steve lifted his chin and turned head to face Sam. “I have a feeling I’ve lost him again” that short statement was the only thing Captain could say at the moment. Falcon looked straight into his friend’s eyes. “We’ll find him, but first of all you have to convince our management to this idea. Natasha is injured, I don’t think they’ll just let you bring Barnes here. It’s too dangerous. He’s a… lunatic.” “SAM” Steve’s face has stiffened in a second. “Hydra has a control over him. It wasn’t him…” Falcon took a step back, now both of his palms were placed at Steve’s shoulders. “It’s hard for you and I respect it. But someone has to stay with clear mind. Let me be a voice of rationality” sad smile appeared on Sam’s face as he spoke. “You can’t just throw everything and go to look for him. Even you won’t manage it. He’s a ghost. And I think they changed his location. We have to prepare a plan. We need to have a support from above, so Fury has to accept your idea before you’ll take any actions” Sam cocked brow at Steve, looking for a confirmation if his friend understands his words. Captain with a deep sigh gave a slight nod. “Very good” Sam patted Steve’s back. “You shall rest” he added quickly, taking hands off blonde man’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. Now, when we know he’s alive, it’ll be easier to track him down” after the last sentence, Falcon quietly left the room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.

Bucky had a nightmare again. But this time it was something new. It was as if God had adjusted the colours of the world in the night, like it was as easy as twisting one of those old plastic dials on a TV set. Everything was brighter than it should be, the trees were not just green but radiant virescent hues that burned themselves in Bucky’s sleepy retinas. The houses were as grey as if they’d been repainted by moonlight and now stood vibrant in the golden rays that fell unfettered though the clear sky. The road that should be grey was a sleek river of black with perfect paint lines and the street, lamps were blue. But they had never been blue, not ever. Everything was so right it was wrong - really wrong. The front yards that had been dishevelled with the decrepitude of late winter just yesterday were a riot of colourful blooms. Bucky turned back to look at his house, the curtain twitched. Someone was in there. He hurried to the front door only to find it was locked. Suddenly Bucky heard familiar voice, it came from behind. Brunette slowly turned around. In front of him his last target was standing, without hesitation. Captain America, Steve Rogers. His skin was pale, his big eyes seemed to glow in a blue light of the street lamps. He was wearing a military uniform, its colour also wasn’t normal, a mix of black with radiant blue. “Do you remember all the danger we came from?” man asked. Bucky couldn’t say a word. Some kind of an invisible force overwhelmed his entire body. “I’m longing for the days of no surrender, years ago” Captain continued. “To all the things I’ve lost on you, tell me, Bucky, are they lost on you? Just that you could cut me loose after everything I’ve lost on you?” The Soldier trembled slightly, he wanted to take a step backward, but something was keeping him in a place. “So smoke ‘em if you got 'em 'cos it’s going down” blonde man said, taking a pistol out of his pocket. He aimed and shot in Bucky’s head.

Bucky woke up, trembling all over his body, covered in cold sweat. He sat on his bed, his eyes weren’t accustomed to the darkness, so he blinked few times. The target. He knew that man. He used to know him… He was sure now.

Bucky rose up and went to the little, dingy bathroom located on the corridor. Once he was there, he quickly splashed his face with a cold water, then he lifted chin and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He only noticed a pair of sad, frightened blue eyes. He was pale, he desperately needed a shave. He clenched hands in fists and with metal one he simply hit in the mirror. Glass with a loud bang has crashed into hundreds of small pieces. At the same time Bucky squalled targets name, slowly slumping to his knees.

After long argument with Fury, Steve finally received the assent to look for Bucky and to bring him to the S.H.I.E.L.D base. Now the race against time has started.

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part V

Part II  || Part III  || Part IV

continuation

of

imagine

Summary: Steve receives an information about possible Bucky's location. Bucky has to deal with a consequences of failure to perform his task. He's found by Steve and his friends. They take the Winter Soldier to Shield base, but peace doesn't last long. A mysterious envoy of Hydra is on a spoor of Bucky.

Word Count:  3338

Warnings: none

Steve was looking for Bucky since two weeks. Unfortunately, there was no signs of where he can be. Steve almost lost his hope, but some day, on Wednesday, something had changed.

He was at the daily training session with Sam and Clint, when two high rank agents approached them at the training room. “Captain” one of them spoke slowly. Steve lifted his chin up and looked at the man in the suit. “Yes?” he frowned a bit. Wilson and Barton walked to Steve and measured agents with surprised glances. “We have an information about Winter Soldier” the agent in a black suit said simply. Second man started to look for something in his case. After a while he pulled out a red briefcase with a handwritten inscription on it. “JAMES BARNES.” Steve’s heart immediately raced in his chest as he noticed the superscription. Without any words he took the folder in his hands and opened it. He started to read, turning around to the other men and walked to the nearest bench. He took a seat, still reading a dossiers. “Steve?” Sam walked to his friend, looking down at him. Steve was silent still, but after few moments he slowly lifted chin to look at his buddy. “They know where he is” he mumbled with a trembling voice.

It was a hard time for the Soldier. He needed to face never-ending pain, nearly death and angst, which they had offered him. After few days of tortures he was so tired that he even couldn’t defend himself anymore. It was a point where he was begging. About even a few drops of a water… He hated to be dependent on them, but if he wanted to survive, he just hadn’t other choice.

“You failed” his handler was standing next to the one of a generals of Hydra. Bucky was sitting at the metal chair in the interrogation’s room, he was looking at both of the men with a cold glance of his blue eyes. “We checked upon your files, Soldier” general’s voice was frigid. No emotions at his face. Bucky knew that man was rather too young for someone with such high rank. It meant he had no scruples. It was easy to advance in Hydra’s structure, the only things you had to have was perkiness and uncompromising attitude. Bucky knew also he could kill both of them within 30 seconds. But he was too exhausted to even try to fight. “And we have made our decision” a wry smile crept onto his handler’s mouth. Bucky didn’t even blink. The two men exchanged their glances in a silence. “You’ll be executed tomorrow, at the dawn” general said simply. “You know too many things. You didn’t give us any other choice, Soldier.” Bucky didn’t show any signs of a fear, but deep inside he was screaming from a dismay. After a second he cooled himself down and he started to create a plan of an escape. They wanted his death, but he wouldn’t give them a satisfaction. If they wanted to kill him, first they’ll have to break him down.

At the dawn, Bucky has been awoken by four soldiers. The captaincy had sent such many soldiers to drag him at the main square of the headquarters just to make sure he won’t escape. But Bucky was calm. Maybe even too calm, but fortunately men didn’t notice it. His plan has just started.

Once they brought him at the square he noticed, that there was a firing squad awaiting for him. But he was still calm. He let soldiers to take him at the middle of the square where they tied his hands behind his back. He even let them to put an old, stinky bag on his head so he couldn’t see anything.

After several seconds he heard a sound of a reloaded weapons. He didn’t show any fear. He was standing still, with the bag on his head, his back straight and hands tied behind. He was breathing calmly, repeating the plan in his mind. He started to count to 3.

…1… He knew the firing squad was aiming at him. …2…. The voice of the main commander who ordered soldiers to prepare themselves to shot. …3… In the last moment Bucky tautened his muscles, tearing the chains up. Second later he made a backflip, hitting the nearest soldier in chin with his combat boot. As soon as man was down, Bucky took his Makarov pistol and quickly aimed in the second soldier, killing him with a one single shot. The firing squad shot. Three or four bullets ricocheted from Bucky’s metal arm, next two bullets hit brunette in the chest. Bucky yelled loudly in a pain before he fall down on the concrete. Still holding the gun in his hand, with a metal palm he pressed the wounds on his chest, trying to catch a breath. A fear started to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t let it to happen. When four or five soldiers have ran to him, Bucky got up and started a grapple. He managed to pull the long knife from a pocket of the nearest soldier and with it he splitted man’s throat. Then he quickly stabbed another man in chest. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his back. Bucky clenched his teeth to hold back a scream. He turned around and saw one of the commanders in front of him. Man was holding a knife in his hand, he threw Bucky a vicious gaze. “You fucking piece ofa shit!” man shouted, attacking Bucky. After few moments the two man was laying down on the ground, tussled fiercely. Bucky finally with all his strength stab the knife in commander’s throat. He felt a warm, viscous liquid on his hand. Blood. The blonde man, who was laying beneath Bucky, laughed weakly, looking straight in the blue eyes of the Soldier. “They’ll find… you… everywhere.. They don’t… like… to… lose their toys..” Bucky smiled only and hit man with his metal arm straight in face. He heard the sound of broken nose, he felt like man’s face was changing in a bloody slurry. He didn’t stop until whole bones in man’s face weren’t broken. He only atopped when man was still. He looked down and let out a sigh, seeing what he has done. But he wasn’t sorry about that. They forced him to do so. There was a blood on his hands, on his face, in his hair, he felt that his grey shirt was soaked with blood too. His chest was hurting him oh so badly, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

When only he left alive on the square, the Soldier began calculating his strategy. How many more soldiers? Where are the weapons stored? What is his exit plan? The truth was he didn’t believe he’ll make it. But he did. And now he had to run. As far as he only could. He put a lo g knife in his combat boot, he took two more and placed them in his pants’ pockets. He took also as much magazines as he could carry, putting them in his free pockets in his military pants. He took two pistols in his hands and walked straight to the main building of the base.

As soon as he opened the door, he shot the two soldiers first, firing before they had time to suspect the Soldier is no longer their creature. Then he walked straight to where he knew the transport sheds hold the trucks he’ll need to escape. There were soldiers awaiting him between the building and the sheds and they put up stronger resistance. But he fought his way into the sheds.

He put volleys of bullets into the engine blocks of the trucks he didn’t take, so his pursuers will have to call for help, but he knew it won’t be enough. Escape will require all his skills. And more luck than he though the universe will grant him. But he’s come too far. He won’t surrender so easily. They have made a weapon on him. And he’ll use that weapon against them all.

An hour’s hard drive got him to a city, named Zhukovsky. As he entered the city limits, he could already see signs that his enemies are closing around him. Troop transports on main streets. Police and soldiers already on the streets, checking papers. He needed to move fast, to get himself out of here, out of Russia.

He parked the truck in an industrial area. He got off the car and almost immediately he feel on the ground. The sharp pain in his chest threw him on his knees.

After few minutes he managed to got up and he slowly walked into the direction of the forest on the horizon.

He didn’t know how long he was hedging throughout the forest. Finally he slowly sank on his knees, leaning back against the tree. He was pressing the metal palm to the wounds on his chest. He was breathing slowly. Suddenly he realized that with an air, the blood was exhaled with his breaths. He probably had injured lungs. He looked at his metal palm. It was covered in a blood. His own blood.

He got to fight another fight. He got to run another night. He was on his way, and he didn’t feel right. He gotta get himself back. He couldn’t be beaten, that was a fact. He’ll find a way. They ain’t gonna take him down, no way.

He didn’t even notice, when he lost his senses. Whole world has faded away in a darkness.

Steve was walking throughout a forest, he was carefully looking around. Sam and Clint were with him, safeguarding their backs. “Are you sure, Steve?” Clint asked simply, his bow was prepared to shot in every moment. It was a dark night, clouds were veiling the moon, so there was literally no light, it handicapped the search. They had to use a flashlights, but even that didn’t help at all. They erred in a dense fog. Every path they had chosen, was leading to nowhere. But Steve received a confirmed informations. Bucky had to be somewhere around. Suddenly Sam has stopped, raising his hand up, he gave a sign to rest to be quiet. Clint approached Steve and aimed ahead, he was ready to shot. A figure has slowly emerged from the mist. Steve immediately recognized him. It was Bucky. His metal arm was glistening in a light of Sam’s flashlight. Brunette was slowly walking in their direction, holding himself by a chest. He slowly sank down on his knees, letting out a quiet whimper as he did. Steve wasn’t waiting any longer, he ran to the man and knelt next to him, supporting him from falling completely on the ground. “BUCKY….” Rogers whispered, laying Soldier carefully on the forest floor. He slowly pushed man’s hand off his chest to realized there was a huge stain of a fresh blood at his shirt. Falcon and Hawkeye walked to them, lightening place up with their flashlights. “He’s injured” Sam notified quietly. Steve only nodded, slipping hand under Bucky’s arm to lift him up. “Help me, guys” Rogers asked slightly and after a while Barnes was again standing on his feet, supported by Captain America himself. “Let’s take him to the base. There they’ll look upon him” Steve announced as they were walking back to their plain.

Bucky slowly opened his eyes, looking around with a unconscious gaze.

He was in a little room with a walls in a subtle shade of sand. He was laying on a bed, covered with a warm white quilt. His head was rested at the fluffy pillow. Bucky was breathing calmly. When he wanted to get up, he felt a strong hand on his chest which brought him back down in the pillow. The Soldier looked at the side and paled.

Captain America. His former target.

He opened his mouth, but not even a single word had left them. “Shhh… You shall rest now” blonde man took hand back, looking down at the Soldier. “You has been seriously injured.”

Brunette swallowed before he finally spoke. “Who is Bucky?” That was the only one question he wanted to ask. He needed to know. His blue eyes seemed to drill through other man’s chest, reaching his soul. “You are Bucky” Steve managed to whisper after a while of an awkward silence. “Your name is James Barnes, but we all used to call you Bucky or Buck..” Brunette turned his glance aside. “I don’t remember” he mumbled under his breath. “You need a time.. Hydra was in a control over you.” Bucky let himself to close eyes for a while. “And who are you?” the Soldier asked hesitantly. “They said you’re an enemy.” Steve sighed deeply, rubbing his chin. “I’m Steve.. Steve Rogers. And I’m not the enemy. I’m your friend..” he did everything to hide a single tear which was streaming down his face. Bucky turned himself on a side. “I wanna be alone..” he splattered slightly. Steve sighed and slowly rose up from the chair. “I’m glad you’re alive” Rogers added before he left a room.

Itsy bitsy spider is climbing on the wall. Better watch your step or in her web you’ll fall. Spin you round in circles in a net of doubt. If you’re stuck, I’m done with you, beause I won’t get you out.

She was a handsome woman, built on the gorgeous lines of a Renaissance goddess. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from satin. Her pastel white flawless skin made her beautiful pink full lips stand out. The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into a stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. She had a little mole next to her left eyebrow. Her shape like a rock guitar - rounded hips and very pronounced waist. Her long legs were perfect too.

She appeared in the cafe with the winter snow billowing around her short black skirt. She had a tight lacy blouse under a black coat. Most of people inside did pay an attention to her beauty. She was literally stunning. The clicking of her high heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone. She walked to a counter, with hipnotizing swing in her hips. She rested hands on the counter, subtly leaning forward to a waiter. “Excuse me” she whispered softly, her voice delicate as a petal of a rose. “I’m looking for someone.” Man behind a bar lifted his chin to give her a look. She opened her little purse and pulled out a photo, which next she gave to a man. “Do you know maybe, where I can find him?” young woman asked. Man was looking at the picture for a while, then he gave it back to the girl. “I do know him. It’s Captain America, everyone knows him here. The easiest way to find him is to go to the S.H.I.E.L.D base, at the shore of the river. It’s a large building, you won’t have any problems to find it” he said, looking obstinately in woman’s decolletage. Redhead nodded slightly, putting the picture back into her purse, then she thanked and turned around to leave thw cafe.

But at the door, she stopped. She has slowly looked around before she pulled a gun out of her coat’s pocket. With several shots she killed everyone in the cafe. Without a blink. She didn’t want to be recognised, that was why she did so.

After all, she put her Desert Eagle Magnum back into her pocket and then redhead has left the cafe, without any witnesses. The place luckily was located at the suburbs of the city, so she was mirebthan sure that no one has seen her. Now she knew, what she has to do.

Two weeks have passed.

Bucky was slowly coming back to his full strengths under watchful eye of Steve. Not everyone was glad about the Winter Soldier presence in the base. Black Widow was constantly showing, how unhappy she is with that fact by never-ending arguments with Rogers and Barnes. Nick Fury ordered agents to keep an eye on Bucky, so there wasn’t a moment, when he could be fully alone.

That day Steve took him at the little walk. Practically, both of them have sneaked out from under the tutelage. They wanted to talk in peace, without a neighboring glances. Steve decided to take Bucky to the little park located at the other side of the river. “How’s your chest?” blonde asked with a care in his voice aa they both took a seats at the wooden bench.

The winter was rather beautiful. The snow was slowly circulating down in the gentle wind, a frosty air was gently pinching the cheeks of two men.

“It’s fine” Bucky’s low voice seemed to slit the air. Steve took a deep breath, improving his blue scarf. “Something new?” Rogers enquired. Bucky shook his head slightly. “Only the fact your mom’s name was Sarah” brunette rubbed his hands to warm them up a bit. Steve couldn’t help but smiled, putting palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Yes. You have right, Buck.” The Soldier looked at the Captain with an  impassable sadness in those blue eyes of his. “I wish I could remember more, but sometimes.. I just can’t trust my own mind.” Steve nodded. “I know, Buck. I know.”

They spent almost half an hour, talking with each other. Then, when the sun went down, Steve commanded a way back to the base.

When the two men were at a wide path between a rows of trees, they heard some noises behind them. It was a sound of reloaded gun. They both turned around. Steve’s brows narrowed, he instinctively put a hand at Bucky’s chest, pushing him back a little.

In front of them was standing a young redhead woman. She was holding a gun in her straight hands, aiming in Captain’s head.

“Steve…” Bucky said slowly. Blonde gave his friend a sign to stay silent. “Who’re you?” Rogers asked simply. Redhead’s lips turned into a wry smile. “You’re in my way, Captain, so you better watch out” her voice was melodious. “And you’re in a possession of something, which belongs to Hydra.”

Steve looked at Bucky with a corner of his eye. She wanted Bucky.

“Who’re you?” he repeated coldly, slowly reaching to his pocket, where he had a pager. He pushed the button hoping that Sam will hear the sound of his own pager at the gym. Woman laughed shortly. “You’re pathetic. You always have been. You really thought Hydra has been destroyed, but as you can see you were wrong. Now give the Winter Soldier back to us and no one will be hurt.”

Steve slowly started to take little steps backward. He was without his shield, without a protection. They were at the open terrain, there was no place to hide. And Bucky was with him. He couldn’t lose Bucky again. Not after all those years. Not when he just got him back…

Woman was dressed in a black leather pants and a black bluse with a tactic vest on top of it. Her outfit was emphasizing her body shape, she was slim and fit.the Her combat boots had a high sole and they also were black. Her long wavy red hair were loose. She was measuring him with a cold gaze of her blue eyes.

“Who’re you!?” this time Steve yelled. He was trying to gain some precious time.

Young woman lifted her chin up a bit, looking hardly at Steve, she smiled wryly. “I’m the new generation of the Winter Soldier.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part VI

Part II  || Part III || Part IV  || Part V continuation of imagine

Summary: Bucky and Steve fight together against Hydra's agents, but unfortunately not everything is going right...

Word Count: 1379

Warnings: none

“Behind you! Bucky!” Steve yelled.

Bucky saw them then. Silent as beetles, two men scuttled toward him. More followed, slipping from behind the trees. Under cover of the snow and fog, the pack had stalked in, unseen, converging from three directions. They were from Hydra. They carried knives, chains and guns.

They’d sent the girl as a honey pot to hold Steve and Bucky in place while the gang closed in. She’d smiled at them while she was planning to watch them die.

“More of them down that way” Steve dropped out of the fog, into his usual place, taking the left. They were two against that many…

Bucky quickly reached to his pocket, pulling out a little knife. He picked a target - one of men in front, where his friends would see him die - and threw his weapon. The man collapsed with a sucking, bubbling neck wound. The familiar stink of death rose in the alley. Bucky pulled his second knife. The thugs hesitated, sending glances back and forth, fingering blade and cudgel. Attack or retreat. It could go either way. If this lasts long, they’ll get killed.

“Mine on the right” Bucky threw and his blade hit badly and glanced off a collar bone of another enemy soldier. One man down. One wounded. “Waste of a knife, damn” Bucky growled in a low voice, looking briefly at Steve.

Steve nodded and ran straight at another Hydra’s soldier, after a second they both were tussling on the snow. Rogers straddled man, pinning him down as his fists were aiming blows in man’s face. He stopped only, when he felt a strong thwack in the back of his head.

Bucky’s last knife was in his boot. Not for throwing. This one was for killing up close. He forced his mind to the pattern the attackers wove, trying to spot the leader. Kill the leader and the others might scatter. And in a flash he realized. SHE WAS A LEADER OF THE PACK.

There was no way to get the woman. She stayed in their shadow, using Hydra’s soldiers as a shield. Then he didn’t think about her at all. Chain whistled past him. Bucky turned around and grabbed it and jerked the man off balance and drove his knife through a gap in the leather waistcoat, up under the breastbone, to the heart.

For an instant Bucky stood locked, face to face, with the man he’d just killed - a thickset red-head with pale skin and vicious, gleeful, mad blue eyes. Outrage and disbelief pulsed out at him and drained away. Man’s eyes went blank. Then the dead bastard thrashed, rolled with the knife, and took it down with him as he fell. There was no time to get it back. A crowbar cracked down on his shoulder with a bright, sour, copper pain. Bucky fell, dodged a boot, and rolled away as Steve took down his attacker.

The woman screamed. “Take ‘em alive! THEY want them alive! Move your fucking fat asses, suckers!”

Up. He had to get up. Bucky got back on his feet, shaking his head, trying to see through a black haze. The girl was standing between two men, aiming her gun in them. The Soldier staggered through madness and confusion, fog and pain. Steve was swearing a blue streak.

Suddenly more agents appeared from different sides.

“FUCK” Bucky cursed aloud, looking at Steve. “There’s too many of them! Call for a support, Steve.” “I did” Rogers quickly looked around. He ran to the nearest bench and ripped off its back. He was going to use it to the defence.

Redhead woman was observing all that scene with a restlessness. She briefly looked at her watch. 10:12 PM. She was belated and she knew she’s gonna be punished by her leaders. If they ordered her to be back in base at 10:10 PM, she was just obligated to do so, no matter with costs. She threw a cold glance at the man on her left. “Agent 3, we can’t allow it to lasts. Use the Alsatian.” Man nodded slightly and whistled loudly.

Bucky and Steve were fighting still, when they heard a mighty roar nearby. Agents, which were attacking them, moved away apace. Bucky helped Steve to rise up from the ground. He suddenly noticed, that Steve’s face was changing. His friend paled, looking above Bucky’s shoulder with a horror on his face.

Bucky turned his head back gradually. Bucky instinctively took a step back, allignig with Steve.

In front of them, few meters away, was standing something he saw for the first time in his life.

From the shadows came a huge wolf or something similar, much more bigger than a normal wolf, yet he was no an ordinary predator. He moved to block them, staring with almost human eyes at them. The wolf had a huge scar across a right side of his face, the green eyes were glowing in a dim light of lanterns in the park. The black-grey fur was ruffled by each wind blow. The only sound was his breathing, his flaring nostrils as he took in Bucky’s scent. He curled up his gums to reveal yellow stained teeth and then let out a low rumbling growl.

Bucky slowly turned his head to face Steve. “What now, Mr Know-It-All?” Bucky asked quietly. Steve started to move backward as slowly as he could, still with hia eyes on the animal. “Slowly, Buck. Don’t make any chaotic movements…” So Bucky did as Steve said. It was until the Soldier stepped on the branch, which cracked under pressure of his boots.

But animal didn’t attack. The wolf slowly stepped back, disappearing in the shadow.

Redhead’s lips curled up into a wry smile when agents attacked Rogers and Barnes once again. The two men seemed to be tired of the fight and she knew it won’t be long.

Bucky managed to take down 3 of the agents rather easily, Steve with all his strength was fighting against the biggest of the men.

Bucky wanted to help his friend, so he walked at the attacker, but suddenly he heard something behind.

Through the darkness came the glow of two green eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. But it definelty wasn’t a cat. Bucky stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. In less than two seconds he was on his back gasping for air. The first strike was with a poisoned claw to slow the reaction time of the victim, after that it was play time. The monster sank his teeth into Bucky’s neck, not too deep, but deep enough to weaken brunette’s strengths with a blood loss. Bucky let out a vicious scream, with his metal hand he grasped the throat of the huge animal and squeezed it as hard as he only could. With all his strength he pushed animal back, turning quickly at his knees. Man crawled aside, pressing his wound on neck with his hand. He could easily heard that wolf was preparing himself to the second attack, but suddenly another sound appeared. A chopper. That probably was a reason he hasn’t been attacked again.

Bucky lifted his head, seeing how Steve has been pinned down to the ground by two agents, one of them used an inhibitor to make sure Steve won’t fight again. The electricity ran quickly throughout whole Rogers’ body, causing a loud yell of pain.

Bucky yelled too, from anger and helplessness. Now, when everything seemed to be coming back to normal, Hydra stepped into their lives again. In the most cruel way.

Bucky felt, how heavy his eyelids were becoming with every second. He laid himself back on the snow, on his back, looking at the dark night sky. With a corner of his eye he noticed a black military chopper landed on the small meadow behind the trees. The last thing he saw was the redhead woman, she crouched next to him. “You see, Barnes, Hydra always receives everything she wants” her voice began to fade out, blurring to nothingness as all around him.

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part VII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V  || Part VI continuation of imagine

Summary: Bucky and Steve woke up in Hydra’s base... nothing gonna be so easy now.

Word Count: 2765

Warnings: none

He slowly opened his eyes, looking around with unconscious glance. He was in a little room. He almost immediately recognized that place. It was his room in Hydra’s base. “Fuck..” Bucky cursed under his breath, slowly sitting at the edge of bed. His head was hurting so badly, he had dizzy.

Few minutes have passed before he was able to rise from his seat. He walked to the door unsteadily, leaning his metal hand against a cold wall for a support. He put hand at a handle and he tried to opened the door, but he quickly realized they were locked.

“Not so quick, soldier” a soft voice came to his ears from behind. He turned around and frowned. From the shadow of his room appeared a figure. Redhead female. “You…” he growled, his hands clenched into fists. The woman took a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smirked, her eyes were glowing in a dim light falling to the room throughout a little window placed under the ceiling. “And who were you expecting, soldier?” she asked in a soft voice. “Someone competent” he snapped angrily in response. Another wave of a terrible headache caused, that Bucky almost lost his balance, so he leaned his back against the metal door. Female laughed, but her laugh was cold like a ice needles. “So here I am, soldier” girl without any signs of a hesitation took a seat at Bucky’s bed, her eyes were still on him. “If you think that someone from captaincy will come to bargain, you’re fucking wrong, honey.” “Don’t call me that, fucking slatch” he threw her an angry glance, what only caused another wave of her laugh. “Where’s Steve?” Woman slowly, with a grace, crossed her legs. “Our doctors are taking care of him now” she said with a shrug. “So will they about you too, soon.”

Bucky took a deep breath. He only wanted to break her neck, but it wouldn’t help at the moment. He needed to invent a good plan, if he wanted to help  himself and Steve. “Get out” he finally snarled, not even looking at the woman. “I wanna be alone.”

Redhead was sitting still for a moment, then she slowly rose from the place and with a swing in her hips, she approached him. He didn’t see a fear in her. She was a weapon. So was he. At least they had something in common… He frowned again, when her palm has rested at his metal limb. Her fingers traced a way down, to his palm. “You see, soldier. That’s our fate. To be alone” she said, her blue eyes shifted over his body to finally rest at his face.

He couldn’t bear it any longer, he couldn’t bear her glance, so gently but decisively he pushed her back. “Don’t touch me” Bucky muttered quietly, this time he didn’t run away with his own glance. He was looking hardly into her eyes. If this was a test of strength, he couldn’t gamble away…

A little smile crept onto her lips, before she nodded slightly. “Move away” she ordered coldly, so he did. He shifted aside, making a space at door. Female opened the door with a little golden key, which she pulled out of her pocket. She didn’t look at him, when she was leaving his room. She didn’t even look around, when she was walking along the long corridor, with that sweet swing in her hips. She was so hipnotizing…

Bucky was surprised that she didn’t lock his door again, but deep inside he knew it could be nothing more but trap, so he decided to not risk too much. He closed the door and he walked to his bed. He sat on the mattress, letting out a deep sigh. That woman started to annoy him. She was too confident. Too reinless. He thought that she has been through same tortures he has been through for all those years. Bucky slowly laid his head at the single pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He closed eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the sleep wouldn’t want to come to him. Bucky’s thoughts were still going about Steve. He couldn’t stop it. But finally, after several minutes, he fell asleep.

He had a nightmare. He was in a room filled with darkness. He heard a familiar voice. “Till the end of the line, Buck.” In next moment he felt a blade stabbed his heart.

He woke up, covered in a cold sweat. He had to find Steve.

Steve woke up groggy and very unsure of where he was. There were voices around him but Steve couldn’t make out what they were saying, and there were metal bands being secured to different parts of his body, locking him in place in what felt like a chair. Something was shoved into his mouth.

The murmur of voices suddenly cut off and then…

PAIN.

The most intense pain Steve had ever felt, radiating throughout his head. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was all consuming, keeping him from thinking about anything except the pain. Eventually, the pain stopped. And then, after a while, it started up again.

Steve opened his eyes slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the new light. When there were no more spots in his eyes he could see a tiled ceiling above him, florescent lights spaced evenly throughout it.

After a few moments of wondering, Steve sat up and looked around. He was lying in a small bed in a small room. It felt familiar, looking similar to a single hospital room.

Suddenly some unfamiliar figure entered to the room. “Captain, it’s very good to see you awake” the man’s voice was smooth and he took a few extra steps into the room. Steve stood up to greet him, and shook his hand when the man offered his. “Where am I?” Steve asked simply, trying to remember, who that man might be. “You’re in the Complex Zero” man uttered slightly. “You’re working for our organization, Captain.” Steve’s brow went up in a consternation when four armed soldiers entered the room, taking places next to the door.

Steve cleared his throat anxiously. “If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what exactly is going on?” Man looked him over for a few moments, before he spoke. “Captain Rogers, we are going to reveal to you some information that you’re really not going to like. But, once you understand, I believe that you will see that we are on the right side of this.” Steve only felt more confusion. “Of course, Sir… I’m sure whatever you have to tell me can’t be that bad…right?” “Alright, Captain Rogers” man sighed, “the truth of the matter is that we work for an organization, in fact, I’m one of the heads of said organization, that fights against what you might consider ‘the right thing.’ We fight for the people, if you give people too much freedom, such horrible things can happen. Two World Wars, for example, and so many other wars. Our organization’s purpose is to help the world’s population in making the decisions that they are not ready to make. We do good work, Captain Rogers.”

Steve frowned. “I…don’t understand” he admitted. “Why would I be against that? I mean, it just sounds like you’re doing what a government would do, right? You’re making the big decisions so everyone else doesn’t have to. Isn’t that what our government has always done?”

One of the soldiers smiled widely. “Precisely, Captain Rogers. We’re just doing what anyone else would do.”

“So…why, exactly, would I be against it?” Everyone in the room tensed ever so slightly. After a few tense moments, man in the suit sighed. “Because we go by the name Hydra, Captain.”

For a few seconds it was so silent. Then Steve was in motion, sprinting towards the door. People cursed, and Steve felt two pairs of hands clamp down on him. He managed to yank out of three of the hands, but one had a good grip and didn’t let go of his shirt. Steve reached the door anyway, but there was nothing he could do - the door was biometrically locked. Steve whirled around, coming face to face with the soldier, who owned the hand still grasping his shirt. Steve slammed a fist into the man’s face, which made him stumble away, but then another man was suddenly there,throwing punches and kicking out.

When the two of them managed to pin him, there was the slight pinch on his neck of a needle sliding in, and after another moment, his vision faded to black.

It has been three or four days since the moment, when he and Steve have been captured by Hydra. Bucky couldn’t bear with the feeling of an anxiety about Steve, so he decided to try to find his friend. Using the fact his doors weren’t locked, Bucky slowly opened them and walked at the corridor. He looked around, but there were no guards or soldiers, so brunette apace walked ahead.

I’m wasted… All I wanna do is find you. I’m faded… All I wanna do is save you.

All the corridors were similar, but he was taking the way instinctively. He knew that place as his own pocket. It was easy for him to find a correct way to the laboratory level. He had a feeling that Steve was there.

Bucky rapidly opened the huge metal door at the end of one of the corridors and he needed to blink few times. An alburnum of the next corridor has blinded him for a while. When his eyes got used to it, he started to walk along the corridor, faster and faster with each step.

Suddenly he heard a loud scream and he recognised the voice. It was Steve. Bucky ran ahead, as fast as he only could. At the end of the corridor he fell at few guards, they were trying to stop him, but Bucky attacked them with all his might. As soon as they all were down, he forced the door in and he steeped into the small room. There was only a huge window opposite him, so Barnes walked to it. He looked through it and paled.

He saw a huge laboratory room. There was a single metal chair in the middle of the room. And there Steve was sitting… Bucky hitted in the window few times, but it was a bulletproof tempered glass. It only caused that few doctors raised their heads to give him a look. Bucky was cursing loudly, still hitting the window’s glass. He sweared to himself that he’ll kill them all. For what they did to Steve…

There was also a man, dressed in a black suit. He threw Bucky a rude gaze, a mischief grin appeared on man’s face.

Suddenly Bucky felt a strong blow in the back of his head. He fell in the ground, loosing his senses.

“Any progress?” Steve knew that voice, but he couldn’t place where from.

“It’s the same each day. The first six hours after the wipe are perfect, he’s just like The Soldier, taking orders without question, doing anything and everything we require of him. However, after that, he continuing gets better and better until, at twenty-four hours, he’s the same man he was before the wipe. We’re at eleven hours right now. It’s quite remarkable, really, the way the serum in his blood works, regenerating his brain cells again and again without fault.”

There was a sound of annoyance, and then there was a hand on his chin, lifting his head. Steve blinked blearily, his vision a little foggy, and looked up at the sort-of-familiar face now hovering in front of him. It was a man in suit, with glasses, who was looking at him curiously.

“Are you in there, Captain?” the man’s mouth moved and the words came out, but they seemed disconnected in Steve’s mind. Steve didn’t know how to reply to the words, didn’t particularly understand what they meant, so he just stared back at the man and tried to remember where he’d seen him before. Nothing was clicking, so Steve gave up on trying, it would come back to him eventually. Probably…

Steve yanked against the metal bands restraining him to the chair, glaring at all of the technicians in the room. They all seemed to be waiting for something, none of them meeting his eyes. Frankly, Steve didn’t really know why they weren’t wiping him again, that’s what they always did when he fully regained himself again. Steve didn’t quite know why, if they knew he was going to get his fully memory back after twenty-four hours, why keep trying? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

Finally, the door to the room slid open and in walked man named Aiden Black, the freaking head of Hydra. He was dressed, as per usual, in a tailored three-piece suit. Redhead female came in behind him, in her normal fitted black shirt and pants, and black leather jacket. “Good morning, Captain. I trust you slept well?” Black said congenially, hands in his trouser pockets. Steve simply glared back, scowling, not giving them any response. At his lack of answer, Black simply shrugged. “Ah, well. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to talk to you about your new and complete loyalty to Hydra.”

Steve couldn’t help but scoff at that. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you actually think that I’m going to ever be loyal to Hydra. I won’t do a single thing for you, Black.”

Black just gave a knowing smile and tilted his head. “We’ll see about that. Bring him in!” Suddenly, the door slid open again and few soldiers walked in, looking slightly smug, which was a little disconcerting considering the circumstances. Behind one of the soldiers was another man. The man had shoulder-length brown hair and a metal arm, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing Steve had ever seen and the man’s face…

Oh shit.

“B-Bucky?” Steve stuttered out.

It was Bucky, but, at the same time, it wasn’t. His face was expressionless, his eyes staring lifelessly at the wall far behind Steve. His arms hung loosely at his sides, fingers not even twitching as he stood, perfectly still. There was something so… blank about him, something so dead, that it made a shudder run up Steve’s spine.

“Quite the sight, isn’t he?” Black said proudly, going to stand by Bucky’s side. He put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and Steve yanked against his bindings at the sight, snarling and gnashing his teeth like a wild animal. “His arm, it’s been modified throughout the years as the world had a lot of technological advances, but it’s quite similar to the original model.”

Seeing Bucky standing in front of him was life changing, even though Bucky wasn’t quite himself.

“You’re a smart man, Captain Rogers, I’m sure you can put the pieces together. How does Mr. Barnes fit into your new loyalty to us?” The blonde snarled, understanding perfectly. “If I don’t cooperate, if I don’t do everything you say, you’ll hurt him. You’ll hurt Bucky.”

Black nodded, satisfied. “Exactly, Captain Rogers, you got it in one. Now, you are going to be released from that chair, and you are not going to attack anyone. If you do, well, you will be subdued and Mr. Barnes will be hurt. Have I made myself clear?” Steve nodded, resigned and Black nodded to one of the technicians, who pushed a couple buttons on his computer and the metal bands holding Steve down snapped open. Steve immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to Bucky’s side, murmuring his name.

Black took a few steps towards the door, and then turned back. “Oh, one last thing, Captain Rogers. Hidden away in Mr. Barnes’s metal arm is not only a tracking devise that works anywhere in the world, but an explosive devise that will make him and anything within two-hundred feet of him go boom. So I want to make myself very clear, Captain, if you try to escape, whether you’re on mission with Mr. Barnes or just hanging about this facility, I will not hesitate to push a button and make sure you won’t even be able to scrape pieces of him off the sidewalk, he’ll be so demolished.”

There was a pause, and then Aiden Black smiled, completely at ease. “I look forward to us working together, Captain.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part VIII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI  || Part VII continuation of imagine

Summary:  Bucky and Steve are still at Hydra's base. Days are passing by and their situation isn't changing. But Bucky seems to not care about it. He cares about something else. Or rather SOMEONE...

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex

From then on out Steve’s training really began. Each day he had lessons in German, Russian, tactics, as well as weaponry training and different forms of hand-to-hand. Steve’s least favorite lessons were the ones on the organization known as SHIELD, because apparently his friends were the founders, and he absolutely hated the idea of working to destroy something they’d built, even if it was for the sake of Bucky. Steve wasn’t sure, how much time had passed since they were kidnapped. Days were blending into each other. Everyday he was wiped again, they wanted to stay in control over him, but Rogers remembered. Everything from his previous life. Steve was given a list of SHIELD’s top agents, Hydra’s own little ‘Most Wanted’ list, and forced to memorize all of their strengths and weaknesses, and how best to take them down. The months passed slowly. Steve rarely saw Bucky, since most of the time they kept him in something called cryo, which was basically them just freezing him to keep him in stasis and make him live longer. However, whenever Bucky was off cryo, Steve tried to make him feel like as much of a person as possible, sitting with him while he ate and training with him. It made Steve very sad to do, since Bucky was unresponsive to everything he said unless he phrased it as an order, which Steve absolutely refused to do.

One day, five months after seeing Bucky for the first time since they had been kidnapped, Steve had just gotten back from a mission and was grabbing a bite to eat in the small kitchen off the gym. He preferred it because he could be alone with his thoughts, instead of in the large mess hall. Then Bucky entered. It wasn’t that unusual, Bucky usually got his meals from that kitchen, too, when he was awake. So Steve said hello to him like he always did, not expecting a reply. Bucky turned and stared directly at Steve after grabbing a sandwich. Steve stared back, surprised, Bucky’s gaze rarely narrowed in on Steve, even if he was looking at him he wasn’t focused on Steve. But in that moment… he was.“Buck?” Steve ventured cautiously, putting down his bowl of cereal and taking a few steps closer to his friend. “Do you…do you see me, Bucky?”“I know you” Bucky said absently, voice rough from disuse. The words were a statement, but the way his voice went up at the end made it seem like a question.“Yeah, Buck” Steve said, unable to keep the relief from his voice. He walked closer until he was right in front of Bucky, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky’s eyes darted from that hand and back to Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you know me. I’m your friend."Bucky was silent for a minute, the seconds ticking away in Steve’s head, and then he spoke again."Your mother… her name was Sarah?” Steve grinned and nodded eagerly. “And my sister…her name was Rebecca?” Once again Steve nodded. “Steve?"Steve didn’t wait any longer, he pulled Bucky into a hug at the vulnerable turn of his words, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’ve got you, Buck. I’m with you 'till the end of the line.”

After that, Bucky began remembering much more, becoming more and more like himself each day. There would be times when something triggered him and he would fall back into The Winter Soldier mode, practically erasing all of their progress. But he always came back to himself, sometimes after an hour, sometimes after a week, but he always came back. They did their best to keep it hidden from the Hydra agents, but anyone with eyes could see that most of the time Bucky was there, the lifeless stare he used to adjurn completely gone. Steve didn’t know why everyone was letting it go, even Black, while talking at Bucky like he always did, didn’t comment on the new Bucky.

Bucky was sleeping in his small room at the second floor of the Complex Zero. It was one of these moments when he could has his own makeshift of a freedom. Suddenly he heard a loud, annoying noise. An alarm. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, he sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His door has been opened by one of the soldiers. ‘Move your fucking ass, Winter, there’s a fire in the warehouse of ammunition" man has said, before he ran further to wake others up. Bucky quickly put on a grey tight shirt and black, military pants. On top he put his tactical bulletproof vest, just in case. He left the room and apace he ran to the point of an ingathering. Most of the guards, soldiers and technicians were there yet. In the crowd Bucky immediately noticed Steve. Brunette went to the Captain, but before he could say anything, a huge explosion has interrupted them. Few men just fell on the ground covered in a snow, they have been hit by shards of a broken windows. Bucky noticed few more familiar figures on the horizon. Aiden Black, his two loyal soldiers and a redhead woman. They were running into the direction of the square, where rest of the people were gathered. Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the little building, the world became illuminated. In the distance,  everyone could see a thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky was now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Bucky blinked few times, before he spoke.“What has happened?” he gave Steve a brief glance.“I’m not sure, Buck. I’ve heard as guards were saying it has to be someone from us who set fire to here” Steve’s voice was trembling a bit, from emotions. Bucky knew it was a brilliant chance to escape. In all that turmoil they could easily sneak out of the Complex and tried their luck in nearest wood. At the second hand, they were in a place they didn’t know. They could get lost, they could fall at one of Hydra’s little branches…There was too many options. To many potential dangers. Without a good plan even he an Steve wouldn’t make it. A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. It was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they tried to hide somewhere, while the management called for a help of firefighters. Meantime, the newborn flames licked the oxygen with their wrath and fury. Refusing to be contained, they danced orange and yellow reaching hungrily for fuel. After few more moments the fire overtook the main building. Everyone witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone nearby. Fortunately, no one got harmed in the fire. Whole headquarter’s building has been destroyed completely.That was the reason, because of which Black decided to move all people to the little city named Yuryung-Khaya.

Owing to the extreme northern location, Yuryung-Khaya had a cold and dry polar climate with severely cold winters and cool summers. The village was situated on the right bank of the Anabar River, shortly before it flows into the Laptev Sea. The village economy was based around agriculture, specifically reindeer herding, fishing and other farming. It was just a perfect place to ran organization like Hydra. Villagers weren’t interested in a newcomers, they all had their own stuff to deal with. It turned, that Hydra was preparing that localization since rather long time period. A three miles behind the village a huge military complex has been built. It even had its own airport. But it was only a cover, just in case if some of the villagers would be too curious. The real base was located a mile aside of the complex. From the outside the secret base appeared to be an abandoned storage barn. Rusty barrels of noxious chemicals were littered around the entrance, each labelled with a skull and crossbones. Tall weeds grew between the stones and the fence was almost falling over, hardly high security. Nobody cared about what was above ground. Underground it was a different story. There was a maze of titanium rooms, each either buzzing with computers or loaded with the latest in weaponry. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the staff wore electronic chips under their skin. Guards came and went through the tunnel that lead into the back of a complex. There were several different room types. Bucky quickly had to deal with one of them, namely the interrogation room. As Steve, he was suspected to set a fire to the Complex Zero and he had to be interrogated. By Aiden Black himself..The room was small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The window was located just beneath ceiling. The view was at the little meadow above the underground complex. The walls were cream and bare. The light outside was now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room. Barnes pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, his body immediately uncomfortable, his tongue already asking for a drink of water. His throat was tight and sticky with kind of a fear.

The door opened and slammed shut, making the brunette jump a little with the only slack he had. “Good day, soldier. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?“ it was Aiden Black, dressed in a black tight suit with a grey shirt under his jacket. Bucky nodded slowly, he didn’t want to have troubles, so he was trying to be as polite as he only could. “Tell me, Barnes, who set the fire to Complex Zero?” the man said crankily seating himself into the chair opposite to Bucky. Barnes stayed silent. "TELL ME” Black repeated sternly. Bucky felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. Suddenly Black rose from his chair and leaned forward, he wrapped his large hands around the Bucky’s throat and squeezed. He easily raised brunette off the ground. Bucky kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Black dropped him to the ground. "I know you had something in common with that fucking situation” Black growled slowly, his glance still at Bucky. After a moment of silence he was lead out while Bucky sat, panting for breath.

Several days have passed.

The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly his grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him as if God himself had put it to sleep.

Bucky was spending his days mostly at trainings. If he had some free time, he was walking around the Complex, trying to find himself something productive to do.

At the dinner, when all people were gathered in a social canteen, Steve and Bucky were sitting at the single table, enjoying their meal.

All talks have faded in a second, when the redhead woman entered the canteen. She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. She was holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand and she brought a newspaper with her under her arm. She took a place at the table in the left corner of the room and she started to read as soon as she sat down.

Steve noticed that Bucky became soundless. “Buck.. is everything alright?” blonde asked carefully, not taking his eyes of his friend.

Bucky mumbled something, waving his hand. His eyes were still at the redhead. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning and with every day he was finding himself more interested in that woman.

She was definitely his type of ideal woman. Strong, confident, but charming and delicate at the same moment.

Steve smiled sadly. “You know she’s by THEIR side” he reminded gently, putting his palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time, Buck. It’s not a woman for you”

Bucky has been dragged out of his thoughtfulness by Steve’s words. Brunette turned his head to Rogers and frowned a bit. “Stop it, Steve. Let me decide by my own, what’s good and what’s bad for me” Bucky’s face tensed as he sighed deeply, he ran his fingers through his thick hair. Steve shook his head slightly. “Easy, Bucky… I just meant you should think before you’ll engage yourself too much in that” Captain measured Bucky with his blue eyes. “I just wanted to give you my advice..” “But I wasn’t asking for it” Bucky snarled coldly and got up from the table, leaving his unfinished meal. “I wanna be alone” he added quietly.

Bucky went straight to the door to the canteen, but before he left, he stopped in a door frame. He felt a blustery glance on himself, so he turned his head to check, who was looking at him.

Bucky’s heart raced a bit when he realized, it was the redhead woman, who was observing him.

He spent rest of the evening at a workout. He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he has been working hard enough.

That was when he heard the door has opened with a characteristic creak. Bucky lifted his head and looked back above his shoulder. He tried to keep his face straight, but it was hard.

Few steps from him a redhead woman was standing, crossing her arms at her chest.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, trying to sound as cold as always. “I’m kinda busy.” Woman smirked a bit, standing still. “I have to drive to the city. Some kind of business. I need a help.” Bucky frowned in a confusion. “And how am I supposed to help ya?” man asked coldly, pulling up a barbells. Redhead rolled her eyes, still standing in a place. “I need a ride. I don’t have a driving licence” she explained openly, taking lock of her hair behind an ear. Bucky let out a wryly laugh before he spoke. “And what I’ll receive in a repayment?” brunette asked simply, not looking at the woman. She laughed harshly. “You’ll gain a few hours outside a base. It’s a aboveboard deal, isn’t it?” she said. “I can guarantee, that you won’t regret it.”

Bucky was thinking for a while, pretending he wasn’t interested at all. But deep inside his soul there was a war between different emotions. Call of a freedom was much stronger then he thought, though.

“Deal.” Bucky looked briefly at her. He put barbells down and stretched his back. Redhead woman gave him a little smile. “I’m glad we have an agreement.”

She was about leaving the room, but before she did, redhead turned to face brunette once again. “By the way, my name is Emily Vandom” her mouth corners raised a bit. “See you at 8pm at the main gate.”

She left him in a thoughtfulness, exhausted by a hard workout.

He came on tick.

She was waiting at him, sitting on a hood of a black old Mustang. As soon as Emily spotted Bucky, she jumped off the hood with ease. She was dressed in a tight short black dress and high heels.

She measured him with an interested glance. “Hi” she greeted Bucky, tilting her head. “Nice jacket.”

Bucky was dressed rather casually. It was something new, because he used to wear only military pants and oversized t-shirts. But now he had a black boots, tight dark jeans and grey tight shirt under black leather jacket.

Emily threw keys at him and he easily caught them. Woman turned around and got to the car, taking a passenger seat next to the driver.

When they were driving to the city, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Where exactly are ya going?” Bucky asked, he was focused on a gravely road. Emily, who was leaning her forearm against the window, mumbled. “It’s none of your business” she said simply, not even looking at him. Bucky was silent for a while. “Hey. I’m involved. I’m here, driving you, so I’m expecting at least a bit of sincerity” man growled with an annoyance. Emily sighed deeply. “If I will tell you, I’ll have to kill you” her voice was soft as always. Bucky rolled his eyes. They stayed silent till the end of the drive.

After some time, Emily came out of the little building. They were somewhere in a city, car has been parked at the little parking lot as brunette was waiting at her. Bucky was leaning his metal limb on a roof of the car, smoking a cigarette. He heard clicking of her Hugh heels and he turned to her. “Finally"he rolled his eyes.

They both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”.

He put the window down, turned the music up and they were off to begin their way back to the Complex.

"Wait..” Emily bit her lower lip. “Listen.. I don’t want to go back there. Not yet at least” she dared to gave him a look. Bucky lifted his brow a bit. “What do you mean?” Emily stretched her forearms. “There’s a little cosy pub nearby. C'mon. Let’s have few drinks. I need it. And I bet you do too.”

Bucky wasn’t thinking too long. He agreed on her proposition, only because he also didn’t want to go back to base. The night was still young.

They had a good time together. And Bucky had to admit, that this woman was spinning his head round and round. She even managed to pull him on a little dance floor, where they were swaying into rhythm of a music. Bucky caught himself at grabbing Emily’s hips a bit too roughly in that dance, but girl didn’t seem to mind it.

The drinks began flowing and  the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. They swiftly closed their bar tab and headed back to the black Mustang.

Once they were in the car, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Let’s go have some fun” he said in a low voice. Emily looked hardly into his blue eyes, she bit inside of her cheek, but she gave a nod. They peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night. They turned down an old dirt road. He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.

She then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants. She unzipped his pants and pulled out Bucky’s hard dick. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck on it. She slid her tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls. Up and down… Up and down his cock went down her throat. “Yes, babe that’s it” Bucky moaned loudly. She felt Bucky grabbed a handful of her hair and pull it tight. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing his dick to slide closer to the back of Emily’s throat. She spit on his cock, making it so wet, then she opened her mouth wider and went back to work.

He yelled. “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop, little bitch!“ She felt his dick pulsating as she moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen "Oh, fuck!” he grunted and began to erupt his load into her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed his cum, slowly licking corners of her mouth. “You taste good..” she whispered, lifting herself up to kiss him passionately. He could still tasted himself on her rosy lips..

He opened the door and got out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He got down on his knees, grabbing her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed her back against the console. Bucky gripped her hips and pulled them closer. He slided up her tight dress and pulled down her lacy panties. Slowly he rubbed his hands up her thighs and forced her legs to open. “Now it’s your turn..” Bucky said as he began to bury his face into her yet wet pussy.

“Oh yes!” Emily moaned as he hit the right spot.   It felt so good to feel his tongue circling around on her clit. He was more than experienced. “Your pussy is so wet” he mumbled between licks. Emily felt how his strong hands were squeezing her breast tightly. She felt as he was sucking on her clit as he sticked two of his fingers into her pussy and thrusted them in and out. “Yes.. Yes.. Right there..” she begged, diving her long fingers into his brown hair. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go deeper. Emily’s legs began to shake as she feel her orgasm.

“I want you to cum in my mouth” he asked openly, licking still as viciously as at the beginning. Her whole body became numb as she went through her orgasm and released her hot wet cum all over his face.

Slowly he stopped moving his tongue and began to softly suck on her pussy. He gave her pussy one last kiss as he knew he has satisfied her.

Bucky stood up and took off his shirt and he pulled his cock out of his jeans. He pulled her out the car and ripped off her dress. “Mmm… you have a tattoo..” he moaned into her ear from behind.

Emily had a tattoo in a shape of a wolf between her blade-bones.

Emily felt her ass was pressed against the stang as she was forced against the front of the car. He turned her around and bended her naked body over the top of the hood. Bucky spreader her legs and slowly slided his penis into her tight wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Emily couldn’t help but yelled loudly as soon as he went into her deeper and deeper. His dick felt amazing inside her and she craved more.

“I love your tight pussy” he growled as he squeezed her ass and pounded into her deeper. “You’re fucking hot, slut” he moved his metal arm at her breasts, squeezing them harshly.

She felt his dick throbbing in her as he went faster and faster. She didn’t want him to stop…

He pulled her up and turned her around toward him. He put her on the hood of the car. As she laid down she felt him pulling her ass toward him. She wrapped her legs around him and quenched her thighs tightly.   He grabbed a hold of Emily’s hips and slided his cock back in. “Ahhhh!“ she heard him grunted as he got the whole thing in. Redhead felt like his balls were hitting her ass.

“Harder” she moaned aloud. She didn’t care there was cold outside. She only cared of being fucked harder. Emily felt her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was nearing her orgasm.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, slut” Bucky’s voice was nothing more than an order. "Yes, soldier” Emily closed her eyes, trying to hold a pleasure back. But she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, I’m Cumming!” she cried heavily as she felt her warm cum was gushing onto him.

Bucky started pounding in her harder and deeper. Faster and faster “Babe, I’m gonna cum..” Bucky grabbed her hips  tightly, squeezing them hardly, especially with his metal hand. He rammed it deep in her for one last time before he cum.

Their seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.

Bucky leaned down and kissed her roughly, pulling her closer by her waist. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily..”

Woman blinked. He used her name.

She felt a blush appeared on her cheeks, so she gently pushed him back and jumped of the hood, grabbing her dress and putting it on as fast as she could.

Bucky also improved himself, he put on his shirt before he turned to face her. Zipping his jeans, he measured her body with lustful glance.

“Bucky..” She swallowed, standing with her back to him. “I.. we shouldn’t..” But she wasn’t able to end her sentence.

Barnes came to her, he took her into his arms and turned her to him, then he leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips. She melted in that kiss. She wanted it to last forever…

It was a new beginning. A new start. For both of them.

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that. He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has built up between him and Steve.

Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.” “Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation. He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily? Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it, Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly, wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting the table in front of him with his metal fist.

Evening had long since fallen, the chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his supervisors down. Steve had to kill a director of some organization named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first moment. With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next second. It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the room, putting his knife back into his pocket. He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his apartment, which Hydra has rented for him. The barking of a dog jarred him from his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold, scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable hands. 

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps, ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline. The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only time would tell..

Click. The sound of the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every person within a two block radius. I need to escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building. The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive. The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and “He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him, shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it, his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap, not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive. Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs, which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice. The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood, which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock, and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it, gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom. 

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint, lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it, and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected, but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

A/N: my best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.

Words: 1624

Warnings: self harming, panic attack, bpd, angst, bpd!Bucky, sad!Bucky, depression, blood, graphic description of violence, swearing

Author: Rouge

It has been a week since he moved to your house.

From the very beginning you were more worried than happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky, you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.

But on the other hand you understood what Steve has been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness, sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.

When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive, you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.

When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve managed to melt your heart and you said yes.

However, keeping the good of your child in your mind, you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.

You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together, arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal game. Like everyone of you…

When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you were shocked.

He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for months.

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were dark and bereft the will of life.

“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed aloud.

You got up from the leather sofa in living room and quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a bit of Steve’s bangs above them.

“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors as wide as you could.

“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.

You were observing him for a while, then you sight fell on someone standing in front of the door.

James Bucky Barnes.

Standing there dressed in a large black leather jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.

“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince appeared on his face.

“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”

Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the door behind him making sure they were locked.

“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him to the large living room.

 It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice, warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture. There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions. In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges. There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold. Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.

 “Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely when Bucky sat on the sofa. “Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to him.

 You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove. Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.

“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear, leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me, Y/N.” “I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.

Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp got tighten around your waist.

With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms, pecking his lips.

“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.

He rubbed his chin.

“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.

 You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living room.

“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.

“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee, humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”

You laughed shortly.

“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked at him.

He woke up in the middle of the night.

For a while he was laying motionless on his back, glaring up at ceiling.

Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his black boxers on.

He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.

Bucky stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time they'd hurt him. Every time he hated himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to promise them that he had taken the antidepressants.  And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale tile.  He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital run by Shield. The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut. Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping. He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself. 

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

What have I done !? || Bucky x reader one shot

Words: 1133

Warnings: major character's death, slight cursing, a lot of sadness & angst

SUMMARY: Bucky’s still in a shock after a misadventure, as a result of which Captain America has died. Reader's trying to comfort him, even when the fault is on Bucky’s side...

Author: Rouge

A/N: story has been written for the writing challenge made by @letsimagineitall

It was painful to see him like this. All you could do was embrace him and let the torrent of his tears to soak through your shirt. You could feel him clench his fists, not knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope all together. You could hear him silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his pride. You ran your fingers through his hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within his mind. "Everything's gonna be alright, Buck." You slowly stroked his muscular shoulder trying to comfort him as much as it was possible.

"Go away, Y/N!" Bucky pushed your hand away aa he rose from the couch and went apace to the huge window with a view on the city below. He leant his metal forearm against the glass and let out a loud sigh wiping his tears off. You hesitated. You weren't sure how will he react, when you will try to get close to him again. You good knew he was a ball of anger now. But you found a courage and slowly rose from the couch. You headed towards him. "Don't, Y/N." It sounded like an order, so you stopped immediately. "Bucky.. Darling..." "Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N!" Bucky yelled loudly and went out of the room. Instinctively, you've followed him. He slammed into the bathroom door. Bucky didn't care if you saw. He just broke down. The sobs punched through, ripping through his muscles, bones, and guts. Man pressed his forehead against the grimy stall door and began to let his heart yank in and out of his chest. His life crumbled in his fingertips. You weren't scared at that point. You knew you have to do everything. To calm him down. "Bucky" you mumbled quietly as you approached him. Your hand was placed on his nape where you stroked him. "Calm. Down. And talk with me." You were kinda surprised, when he didn't pull away from you. And when he sank onto his knees, you did same, embracing his shoulders. He sobbed into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your shirt. You held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief. "Hush, Buck... It wasn't your fault, darling" you said in the most mild tone you could ever make. "I wanna disappear" he whispered quietly as he breathed heavily. "You should be pretending you don't know me. You should stay away from me. I'm dangerous. It would be better if you would just erase me from your life, Y/N.." "I can't just forget you. That's not how it works" you told him unhesitatingly. He closed his eyes, his head has rested on your laps. As you were stroking his nape, you let your thoughts flow at ease.

Two days before was the saddest day ever. Bucky has killed Captain America. It was nothing more but a misadventure. Both men were on the mission to Serbia. There, they branch has been attacked by enemies. They were taken by surprise. Bucky managed to escape from under the firing. Of course, he was trying to come back for Steve. He found his pal, when Captain was attacked by heavily armed enemy soldier. Trying to help his friend, Bucky took the aim and shot. He was aiming to the foe. But the other one was much faster. Guy pulled Captain ahead, using him as a shield. The bullet went straight through Captain's chest, piercing his aorta. The second man disappeared, when the chaos has reigned. Bucky, being in panic and shock, was about to do something to save his friend. But it was too late…

 “B.. Buck…”

 “Hush.. Oh God, hush, Steve. You need to stay conscious. Do you hear me? Focus. Natasha!! For fuck’s sake! Quickly!”

 Steve choked with his own blood.

 “Oh God! Steve! STEVE! Motherfucker, don't ya dare to close those eyes!”

 Steve reached hand placing it in Bucky’s metal arm.

 “Don't…. D… Blame.. Yourself..”

 “Shut up, pal. You need to stay calm. Everything's gonna be alright!”

 Steve closed his eyes.

Bucky pressed the wound on his friend’s chest with his bionic hand.

 “No! No! No! Rogers, you old prick, don't do this to me!! Natasha!!! You fucking bitch, move your fucking ass up here! Steve's dying!”

 “Buck.. Cold.”

 Huge tears rolled over Bucky’s cheeks.

 “Steve. I beg you. Stay with me. You have to stay with me, brother. I won't make this without you! We’re brothers under the Sun.. Remember?”

 “Mmmmhmm… Ah.. ..It's burning..”

Captain's voice was nothing but a quiet whisper, although his lips seemed to not move at all.

 “Hush, Steve, I'm with you, pal.. Oh God, what I've done..”

 “...mmmmm.. I've… Accepted it.. Don't…. Buck… It… Feels… Like…….. Mmm.. Home..”

 “Steve?! Dear God!! Steven!?”

 Captain's chest stopped to move.

 “I won't forget you…” Bucky, trembling all over his body, reached with his metal fingers to Steve's eyes and he slowly closed them down. “You'll never be replaced… Forgive me..”

Captain America has passed away in Bucky's arms.

"I'm a monster. How can you even look at me?" his voice has broke down. "I'm a fucking murderer. It will be better if you will forget me. Forget us." "I won't." This time you hissed angrily. "You know I love you. No matter what. We are a couple. I'll be with you for good and for bad." He nuzzled to your knees. "Look. Imma mess. I've let all those people down.. I've let myself down. I've killed Captain. I've killed my friend.. I've murdered him..." You wanted to slap him in the face. He was pissing you out with blaming himself. It was an accident. And everyone knew it. "I will never leave your side. We're in this together." As you touched his yet wet cheek, he shivered under your touch. "Will.. You won't leave?" he raised his chin to look you in the eye. "Never. And I won't forget you. You're the best thing in my life." He nodded.

You woke up in the middle of the night after a terrifying nightmare. Instinctively and blindly, you touched the second part of your bed.

You let out a sigh of relief, when your hand rested on his bionic limb. He was there. He didn't run away. It was a sign. That he was trusting you. That was the most important. You knew a hard time was about to come. But you were prepared. Not only for yourself. Mostly for him.

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THE MISTAKE || BUCKY BARNES X READER

SUMMARY: Bucky was hurt by you. You’ve cheated on him with his best friend. Will he prevail his anger and forgive you?

A/N: Hi. This story is written for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge. My prompt was white. Thank you for allowing me to take part in this challenge ♥ 

WORD COUNT: 1117

You saw that disbelief in Bucky’s eyes when he was standing on the threshold of your bedroom glancing at you on Steve’s laps.

He was deeply hurt, you could easily feel it. Being his girlfriend has taught you a lot, most that when you’ll mess with him, he won’t forget and you’ll pay, sooner or later for what you’ve done against him.

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Black Box || Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s girlfriend. After another fight, he comes back home being so aggressive. After his abusive behavior you leave. However, you realize shortly after that you love him too much to leave him like that, so you go back to his flat to show him how much you care. 

Warnings: smut, blowjob, angst, slight physical abuse

Words: 1993

Authors: Cass & Beast

Request by: @blue-dragon-ice Request: So I wanna you and Beast write a Bucky one shot where he is a boxer and he comes back home after the fight and you take care of him.

You were sitting on a couch, impatiently looking at the clock.

It was getting late and Bucky still didn't come back home as he always did around this hour. You still couldn't get used to fact that your boyfriend was a boxer. You hated seeing him coming back home while being beaten up.

Worst times were when he was losing the fight. He was coming home hurt and in a very bad mood.

Bucky was looking down at his swollen fists.

Another fight came to an end and of course, he had gotten disqualified. Only because he hit that other fucker straight in the back, breaking his spine. He couldn't help fact that he sometimes was forgetting, how much energy his metal arm can cause.

Bucky was slowly going back home, letting cold wind ruffle his hair.

He was hiding his metal arm under blouse, so no one could noticed, what a freak was walking down the street.

You jumped when you heard the door slammed in the hall.

You already knew that Bucky was back. Just because of sounds of his steps you could say he was angry.

This was when you got worried and quickly ran to bathroom to get aid kit, then you returned on couch, ready for everything.

Bucky stepped in the living room taking his blouse through his head and tossing it in the corner of room.

He didn't say a single word, he only glanced at you with his blue eyes which were radiating with anger.

"Bucky... How... How was it?" You asked even if you knew that everything went wrong. You just wanted to be polite. "God... Bucky. You look like a mess..." You got up from your seat and walked to him, taking his face into your small, soft hands. "I have kit... Come on... Let's clean that handsome face." You said quietly.

Bucky, however, strongly pushed you away. "Leave me, Y/N. Don't touch me." He let out a low growl looking straight into your eyes.

Bucky passed you by and headed to bathroom, where he washed his face with cold water. He spitted a blood clot to the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"But.... Sweetie... You need some medical attention... I can do this. At last take care of your face...." You said and smiled at him softly as you followed him. "I am sure you will feel better... I will be gently. I promise."

"I fucking said I don't need it, Y/N!" Bucky yelled turning around to face you. "Are you really that fucking stupid to be so dumb to not understand what I tell you?!" He raised his metal hand taking an aim but at the last moment he took a step back hitting the mirroring with metal fist, causing a lot of noise, when mirror turned into tiny pieces, scattering around the bathroom.

"But... But Bucky. I... I just try to help." You said quietly taking few steps back.

This was something normal for him and you hated this type of behaviour but you loved him at the same time and tried your best to accept every of his disadvantages.

"Leave me alone!" Bucky turned to you and pushed back hardly. When you hit with your back at the wall of corridor, Bucky threw you last angry glance and closed bathroom's door in front of your nose.

"Bucky! Can you stop this? This happens everytime! I try to help you and you are like' 'No! I am Bucky and I will be mad at the whole world because I lost.' This is a stupid behaviour." You growled.

It was enough to trigger him. Bucky opened the door that hardly that he ripped them out of hinges. He took one long step towars you and grabbed your collar picking you up. With other hand he slapped your cheek twice, then he simply threw you on the floor like a doll.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking bitch!" He growled.

You looked at him from the floor. "I have enough! It's always the same! I try to help because I love you and you act like a psycho! I am leaving, it's over! I won't tolerate your abusive behavior anymore!" You yelled and then got up from floor.

You went to your common bedroom, grabbed a bag, you packed few stuff and quickly left his flat, slamming the door behind you.

Meantime, Bucky went to his bedroom and he got undressed, stepping out of his jeans and boxers, then Bucky flopped on the bed and slipped hand under head.

He was laying like this, naked, looking at the ceiling. He let his thoughts to float in his mind. Every single noise, like the clock's tick-tack in the hall was triggering his anxiety.

A view of you laying down on the floor came out of sudden to his mind and he shivered as he let a single tear run down his black and blue cheek. Immediately, some images of Hydra's base crawled to the back of his head.

Bucky yelled loudly covering his head with a pillow. Finally, after some time, he fell asleep.

You went to one of your frends. Good for you that she let you to stay.

You sat on small bed and sighed deeply, thinking of what was about to happen. You couldn't leave your Bucky like that. You were really worried.

He was having another nightmare.

Someone was chasing him in the woods.

Bucky got up with a scream, he was covered in cold sweat.

After some time, he fell asleep again.

It was crazy idea but you decided to return to him. You put on his favourite dress. You good knew he was always going crazy about it.

You slowly sneaked into your shared flat, taking you were still having the keys and you looked around.

It was late, so Bucky for sure was sleeping. You slowly went to bedroom.

Bucky was covered with quilt from the waist down. His muscular torso was tensed, yet he was breathing steadily.

You smiled sadly looking at his poor face.

"Buck..." You whispered getting closer to bed. "Bucky." You repeated as you sat on bed and put hand to his cheek.

Bucky only shifted a bit, he was too tired to wake up. He only mumbled something under his breath and stretched his back a bit.

You gently kissed his neck. "Bucky... Wake up, sweetie." You said, gently grabbing his shoulder.

Bucky opened eyes lazily and when he noticed you by his side, he instinctively shifted away.

"I thought you were having enough of me." He mumbled rubbing over his beard with metal fingers.

"I know Bucky... I am sorry. I just missed you so much. How do you feel, sweetie?" You asked and moved closer to him. "You had nightmares again." You noticed and gently stroked his hair. "I was worried about you."

He only sighed and turned head aside trying to fall asleep again. "I'm fine. Don't worry." He said simply closing his eyes.

You looked at him and kissed his head. "Don't lie to me. I love you too much and I know you for too long. Come here." You said and opened your arms for him.

It always worked when any of you were in a bad mood. Bucky was always calming down in your arms.

He looked at you briefly and then rolled into your arms with loud sigh. "You got me."

You hugged him and giggled. "I always get you, sweetie." You said and kissed his lips gently.

Bucky wasn't up to kissing you back but he did without protesting. "I am tired. It's middle of the night.." He put head on your thigh.

You smiled at him. "I think you should relax after today, you know?"

After these words, you kissed him again.

He gave kiss back but then slowly turned on his back. "Y/N, not now.." He gently stroked your knee.

"Just relax, Bucky." You whispered into his ear and started to kiss his neck. Slowly, you moved down his body, placing gentle kisses on every inch of his chest.

You placed yourself between his legs after throwing quilt off and then smiled at him, gently kissing his abdomen. "I didn't put this dress on for no reason."

He smiled at you with still closed eyes. "No.. No, I don't want to.. I didn't deserve it. I was an asshole again."

But he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"Well... You deserved it. Only if you will promise me that you will be a good man from now on. Okay? No attacks of anger nor anything. Promise this." You said and your hand slowly moved to his crotch.

Bucky shivered at the touch and he raised a bit, he leant his weight on elbows. "I'll try to put all anger and bad thoughts into my black box."

He was observing you and a little blush crept onto his cheeks when he realized he was completely exposed.

You kissed his abdomen, making sure that your teeth gently grazed his skin. Then, you slowly moved blanket away and smiled at him.

"Someone was too lazy to put on his pajamas." You hummed.

Your hand was gently wrapped around his member. You gave him few long strokes before moving his length closer to your lips. Your tongue made few lazy circles around his tip before you took him into your warm mouth.

"Oh.. God.." Bucky hung his mouth open as he closed his eyes.

That was all he needed. He was enjoying the warmth of your mouth and instinctively, he bucked his hips a bit to slip his cock down your throat.

You purred deeply and allowed him to fuck your mouth. You looked at him before slipping his cock into your throat as deep as you only could.

At the same moment, your hand traveled to his balls. You started to gently stroke him, sucking his cock harder.

His metal hand found its way to your hair. He grabbed a handful of them as he hold your head in a place. Bucky was bucking his hips harder with every moment, soon holding your head with both hands and fucking your mouth like the hell he wanted.

"Fuck, Y/N, you know, what does your man truly love.." He grunted deeply.

You moaned softly and growled around him, making sure that he will feel every little vibration coming from your mouth. Your hand started to work faster on his balls, massaging and squeezing them harder and harder with every minute.

Bucky was moaning loudly at that point. His gasps and grunting were mixing all the time.

"I can't, Y/N.." Bucky whimpered loudly when he felt, how his cock started to throb.

You pulled him out from your mouth and licked his tip. "Good, sweetie. Please, cum in my mouth. Give me everything you have." You said before taking him back in and sucking him as hard as you only could. At the same time your hands started to squeeze his balls hardly.

It took few longer movements. Then Bucky cum in your mouth, shooting his warm load deep down your throat. He rolled his head back on the pillows when his eyesight got blurry from the orgasm, which he hit really hard. His whole body was covered in sweat and he was gasping for air, trying to calm his senses down.

You purred loudly and swallowed everything he had given you.

You watched him proudly. "So... will you be a good boy now?" You asked moving up to kiss his lips.

Bucky pushed you down, he rolled on top of you. He kissed you deeply, looking at you wish glistening eyes. "I'll do my best."

Then he made himself comfortable on your chest and he closed eyes while listening to your heartbeat. "Love you."

You stroked his hair and kissed his forehead with a smile on your lips. "I love you too, Bucky."

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Ominous mists || POV Bucky Barnes

Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn't sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.

Warnings: None at this point.

Words: 548

Authors: Beast

A/N: I've decided to create my first Bucky's POV story, hope y'all enjoy it.

"Who do you think you are?" Asks the voice deep inside his head.

I don't know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they're glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.

The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn't mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.

He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.

Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.

"You're nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed," voice is getting louder and louder with every second.

SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You're not real.

This time, however, the voice doesn't seem to disappear. "Murderer. You've killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?

He gets up from the ground and hits the tree's trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn't pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.

But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You're nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don't ya worry, they're coming for ya."

He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He's afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter's trap. Are THEY really coming after him???

"Are you okay, sir?" An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. "Do you need help?"

He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.

"MURDERER." The voice keeps humming. "MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!"

He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn't care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn't know anymore if he's a human being whether a machine without emotions.

But there's a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn't recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.

"... till the end of the line..."

At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way...

Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.

MY NAME IS BUCKY BARNES!!!

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Roomba Fighter || Bucky x Reader

Summary: You move to a new house with Bucky. When you both start cleaning, something unexpected happens. Bucky meets Roomba vacuum cleaner for the very first time

Warnings: None, just scared Bucky.

Words: 1105

Authors: Cass & Toro

You sighed deeply looking around the flat.

You loved to share your life with Bucky but you had to admit that he wasn't the type of cleaner at all.

You went to meet him at upper floor of your new, common flat and looked at him with serious face. "Bucky... It's time to clean." You said firmly, crossing arms over your chest.

He was still in bed. Bucky opened his eyes and gave you a lazy glance. "Can't we do this a bit later? It's only..." he checked the clock at the nightstand, "it's only 8am, Y/N! I am not used to get up at such early hour and you know this."

Bucky took your pillow and put it onto his face, hiding under it.

"Bucky! No, we can't! We need to do this now. The sooner we start, the sooner we will finish." You said taking the pillow off his face. "Come on now, move your sexy ass."

Bucky growled loudly. He got up reluctantly, running hand through his hair. "What with breakfast? I'm hungry." He grunted lazily, yawning shortly after.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "So go grab a snack. The fridge is full, sweetie. Go and I will plan our work here. House is big and there are only two of us." You explained.

Bucky rolled his eyes and went to a drawer. He pulled out too big T-shirt and put it on. He decided to not change his sweatpants though. "Okaaay. Let it be. But I won't be vacuuming, ya know I hate it." He shrugged and went downstairs.

You looked at him and bit your lips, admiring his features. "Oh! I know. Don't worry about this. I will take care of it for you." You waved your hand and followed him. "You know, I think I'll take the bottom part of house and you will clean the upper one. What do you think?"

"Whatever suits you." Bucky replied as he opened the fridge.

He grabbed a sausage and took a bite. "I can clean our bedroom. And wash floors. I don't know." He responded with full mouth as he was chewing.

You rolled your eyes. "First swallow, then talk, Buck. You know, no talking with a full mouth." You smiled at him. "I'm glad you're so eager to clean, sweetie! So we do as I say. You take top and I take bottom. Just do everything that needs to be done on the upper part."

He shrugged as he swallowed. "Yea. I know, m'kay? Imma big boy, I kinda now how to tide flat up, yea?" He patted your arm. "Don't ya worry, child, you'll be happy with my work."

He smiled briefly at you, then he simply left kitchen to go upstairs.

You sighed heavily and shrugged. "Well, if you say so, old guy." You shook your head and also left the kitchen. You quickly went upstairs to find your new Roomba cleaner. "Bucky's gonna love this little robot. He hates vacuuming. Hope you will do your job, little buddy." You giggled and turned it on, putting it onto floor.

Bucky ended cleaning your common bedroom and bathroom. "Hmmm. What's next?" Bucky rubbed his beard as he was thinking what to do next. It was when Barnes heard some strange noises from the corridor.

You hummed a happy tune while cleaning shelves from the dust.

When you were done, you looked around. "Okay, shelves are done. What now... What now?" You questioned yourself, snapping your fingers.

Bucky slowly made it to the door. He slowly half-opened them and sticked his head out, taking a look.

His heart stopped for a second when he spotted little form on the floor, several feets away.

He instinctively closed the door and leaned his back over them. He was breathing loudly. "What the fuck..." He whispered as he heard the noises got closer to his door.

You continued to hum your tune, walking around the living room and cleaning whatever you could find.

"Wonder how Bucky is doing up there. He and little robot. I think I'm gonna name it." You thought out loudly, cleaning the coffee table.

Meantime, Bucky found a courage and opened the door again. He walked out of the room when noises vanished.

He slowly walked along corridor. Suddenly, he stopped. Bucky heard some humming noise behind his back. He slowly turned his head around and paled.

The little thing he have seen a moment before has just driven out of the guest room. Not only that, it was going slowly directly in his direction!

Bucky looked around and grabbed only thing he found - a mop.

"You little fucker!" He yelled and hit metal surface with the stick. "Y/N! Come here now! I think someone's spying us with some creepy device!"

You blinked and quickly ran to Bucky. "WHAT?! What, happened? Who is spying? What creepy device?!" You asked these questions, looking around, confused.

You bursted with a loud laugh when you saw the robot. "Bucky... Sweetie. Really?" You asked, wiping tears away.

"What's so funny, huh?!" Bucky yelled. He patted the device with the stick. "I bet someone's spying on us. Maybe someone from Hydra came here when we were gone and left this little machine." Bucky suggested seriously as he knelt down and took the thing in his hands. "Such a hellish device..."

You laughed and took the device from him. "You know, this 'hellish device' is ours and it's not spying on you. It's cleaning all dirt and crumbs that you left on this floor, sweetie." You explained and looked at him, turning the device off. "Bucky, meet the Roomba cleaner."

"Roo... Room-what?" He cocked his brows, tilting his head. "What do you mean by OURS? Why haven't I seen this shit before?" He started to wave his hands. "I almost had a heartattack!"

"Roomba cleaner. Our little robot that vaccum the floor. You said you hate vacuuming. So I decided to buy it as a surprise for you." You shrugged and giggled. "Nah! Don't be so dramatic, handsome." You said before kissing his cheek.

"Next time, just don't do such a things to me without informing me." Bucky giggled shorty. "Roomba cleaner... Hah! I have a better name for it. Vacuuming monster."

"I was thinking about naming it Sam. I mean, you already hate it and you hate him, so maybe?" You shrugged and giggled. "I'll never forget how scared you were. All because of this little thing." You shook your head.

Bucky rolled his eyes, laughing and running fingers through his long hair. "Ah, you." He giggled. "I'll never be cleaning again!"

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Allein, allein || Chapter I || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 1 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 1325

Author: Rouge

A/N: this very first chapter was written for @arawynn ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “do you have permission to be here?”. 

Surrounded by four grey walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by others - anything to pass time. He was slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare. He wasn’t sure about anything. He didn’t know who he used to be. He couldn’t remember any certain moment from his past, just few random memories were always going through his mind, however he couldn’t place them in time. Were they real? Or was it just his imagination that was tricking him?

The darkness swirled around his curled form on his bed, tendrils of inkling bleak reminders of his solitude. The silence echoing in his ears was the constant white noise that never shut up. Her head swam in the fire burning inside, the only smoldering embers of a time where there had been other presences with him, around him, in him. But then, the void had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of fear that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.

The knock came quietly first and then there was silence. He frowned a bit, slowly raising his head and turning it to the door. “Who’s there?” He asked, his voice husky and unpleasant.

The knock was louder and faster this time, no one has responded at his previous question. Long-haired man got up and within three large steps he was next to the metal door. He opened them and frowned slightly.

In front of his door, in the dim light of fluorescents, you were standing, looking around.

He let his glance along your form, from the bottom to the top as he leaned his flesh forearm against doorframe. “Do you have permission to be here?” He asked simply, his cold gaze was still on her.

You nodded, you were visibly hesitating. “Yes…” Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. It didn’t, however, make him less unpleasant. He simply didn’t care about you, yet he was pretty curious about purpose of your visit in a dungeon.

“I’ve asked you a question. Who the hell are you?” He repeated, his voice was deeper this time.

“My name’s Y/N. I am your new handler.”

He blinked and it was when he noticed a large briefcase in your hands. It was definitely not what he was expecting this evening to bring.

“You’re wrong, Y/N. My handler’s doing pretty good. He’s upstairs, having a training with other agents.” Man replied with a light shrug. “I don’t need you. Go away.”

He turned around in an attempt of closing door but you stopped him, slipping your leather boot between doorframe.

“Here,” you opened the briefcase and pulled out some document, handling it to him, “read this if you don’t believe me.”

Man let out a loud, irritated sigh but he took the paper from you. His eyes were getting wider and wider while he was reading the contents of document. His handler has died in a car accident at morning. He had enough bad luck to get hit by an armored car while being with other Hydra’s agents in the small village nearby.

“Impossible.” He scoffed out. He looked at you, a wry grimace on his face.

“Well, I didn’t come here to have some gossips with you.” You said. “We have a mission tomorrow. We gotta get prepared. Let me in and stop wasting our time, okay?”

He cocked his brow but shifted away, letting you in to his chamber.

When you got in, he closed the door behind you and walked to his small bed to take a seat at the edge of an old mattress.

You put your briefcase on the tiny table next to small, barred window. You sat on its counter, crossing your legs nicely, looking straight at him.

“Do you know anything about your next mission, asset?” You asked him.

He nodded simply, shrugging. “Yea. Gotta kill the prime minister of Russia.”

You nodded. “Good. Remember that you…”

“… have to stay undetected, ma’am. I’m not an idiot. It’s not my first task.” His voice was cold like his glance that was still on you.

You remained silent for a while, then nodded. “Yes. Exactly this, asset. Get up and take off your shirt.”

He cocked his brows but obeyed your order. He slowly took off his grey shirt and tossed it onto bed. The view of his muscular chest and flesh arm made you speechless. “Do you need any configurations of your… metal arm?” You asked, swallowing hardly. You had to admit to yourself that this man was handsome and that your heart skipped a beat when you were observing him, staying there half-naked in front of you.

“No.” He said simply and took step towards you.

You held your breath when he stopped in front of you. He leaned down and stopped his handsome face barely few centimeters from yours.

“You’re scared. I see this. Why they assigned you to someone like me?” A gentle tilt of his head made you even weaker and you had to put all of your strengths into keeping a straight face.

“They found me the right person for this job.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head aside a bit to avoid his glance. “I was a handler before so I assure you that I…”

“I’ve never said you’re a wrong person, haven’t’ I?” He simply cupped your cheeks with his metal hand and forced you to look him in the eye. “If you were a handler, you shouldn’t be scared, yet you are. Why?”

His breath hit your cheek as he whispered into your ear. You swallowed hardly before you answered. “I’ve never worked with someone like you. You’re distinguished. You’ve never failed. And you’ve killed so many people… Wouldn’t it be stupid of me if I wouldn’t be scared, huh?” A little smirk appeared on your lips for a second or so, then it has vanished when you met his steel blue eyes.

“Good.” He let your cheeks and stretched his back. Man turned around and walked to his bed, slowly putting shirt on, his every muscle was so tensed.

You bit your lip, chewing it softly. The truth was that you were cooperating with American government and you were a spy. When you infiltrated Hydra’s household, you were on a straight way to get sergeant James Barnes and take him back home. You knew there was a long way in front of you to finish this case. And since he opened his door for you minutes before, you knew it won’t be easy to gain his trust. But there was no turning back. You had to do your best to keep things right.

He turned his face to you, his cold glance was on you again. “Better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” He said and pointed at door.

You gave a simple nod and took your briefcase with you.

When you opened door, you stopped for a second. “See you tomorrow… Sergeant Barnes…” You whispered and quickly left, closing door behind you.

He frowned and ran after you, opening door widely. “How did you call me, Y/N?!” He yelled but you didn’t stop until you turned into another corridor.

You put your back to the wall, breathing deeply, you struggled for every breath, trying to calm your heartbeat.

The asset was standing in his door, then he simply closed them. Many thoughts were running through his head at that moment. He laid down onto his bed, slipping hands beneath his head.

Barnes. Who was Barnes? He had a feeling he has heard this somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.

He felt a blackness come over him. He finally closed his eyes as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Allein, allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 2 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 998

Author: Rouge

A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺

Special Tag: @arawynn

It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there. As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.

The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.

When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.

He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he's worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become. The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.

He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.

Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully,  two agents accompanied you in the room.

“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.

You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice. You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator-- for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.

“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.

Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.

“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”

Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin. “Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”

You frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”

“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”

“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”

You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor. Older man smirked rudely. “What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.

You took a quick breath and kept the poker face. “No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.

Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder. “You have one week. Not a minute more.” After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.

You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.

You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.

The Asset was now working with a punching bag.

You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles. “Enough,” you said loudly.

He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.

“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.

He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag. “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.

You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him. “Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”

He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips. “We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.

You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face. “Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.

As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.

What this man, the Asset, was even doing to you?

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The one who tears the love apart ||Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After being hurt by Bucky, you need to find a way to move on. 

Warnings: none

Words: 1395

Authors: Rouge

A/N: it was a great pleasure to me to participate in @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam​ ​ writing challenge. Congratulations on your milestone! My prompt was the song "Jar of hearts" by Christina Perri.

I remember everything.

My heart pounded with apprehension as I watched him kissing that woman. She was sitting onto his lap, his arms were wrapped around her waist in a tight grasp. Her fingers were tangled with his hair strands.

"Bucky...," I whispered quietly knowing how tremulous my voice was at time.   He glanced back at me as if he wasn't interested in my presence in the flat at all. "You've came back earlier," Bucky replied while the other woman kissed along his jawline, looking at me like as at a bug.

"What the hell! Who's she?!," I'd managed to raise my voice, yet still I sounded like an angry baby. "What the hell is going on here?!"

"Calm down, Y/N," Bucky waved his hand. "This is Vicky. A friend from work."

"You're making out with a fucking friend from work in our flat?!," I've screamed. "How dare you?!"

"Cool down," he repeated. "It does mean nothing to me."

"Do I mean nothing to you?," She straighten her back and got off his lap. "You've said something else half an hour ago!" Bucky threw her a glance which could have been interpreted as ​shut up ​ . "I didn't promise you anything, little one," he snapped as he has gotten up.

"Dick!," She gathered her bag and coat and left the flat, passing me by.

I blinked in disbelief. How Bucky could have behaved in such a manner? It was beyond comprehension. "What the fuck was that?," I've asked again.

"C'mon," he rolled his eyes and pulled pack of cigarettes out of pocket of his jeans. "I told you, it was nothing."

I've been knowing Bucky for a year and we've been a thing for three months by then. He was a very problematic person; his demons were haunting him constantly. He couldn't find peace, and I was considering it as a main reason of his awfully selfish behaviour.  Many times I've witnessed him flirting openly with other girls but I loved him too hardly to leave him behind. But that was it, I've reached my limit. Then he crossed every line possible.

"You're kissing other girl, and you call this nothing?," I've asked, being dangerously close to burst into tears.

He inhaled the smoke and shook the ash off, right onto the wooden floor. "Are you going to reproach me my directness, darling?," Bucky asked casually, leaning his side against the wall. "I don't recall promising you that you're the one and only to me."

Bucky's words were bitter and have hurt me very much. "Why are you so… so cruel?," I've asked simply feeling like a single tear was rolling down my cheek.

"Doll, we had an obvious deal," Bucky shrugged, "We had goddamn fine sex but I haven't told you that I want a relationship of any kind. Sorry. I thought it was clear for you."

"It wasn't, as you can see," I clenched my teeth. I turned around and left the shared flat as I couldn't hold my tears ant longer, and the last thing I needed that time was him seeing me crying like a baby.

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Two months have passed.

I haven't been in touch with Bucky since the day I left once our flat.  

He called me few times but I haven't answered any of his calls. I've heard from our common friends that he was desperate to get along with me again. He used to tell them about how much he loved me, how much he missed me.

But I didn't care anymore.

Until that one particular day…

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I still remember it well.

I've met him by accident, at evening, in the park, when I was getting back from work to the flat I shared with Natasha.

I was talking with her on the phone. It was a casual conversation about what to order for a dinner. I insisted on having a sushi while she wanted to have some pasta.

"... so if you want it so badly, screw it, I can agree on pasta today then," I giggled. "​You're the fucking best, Y/N!, ​ " Natasha sounded so happy. "Oh, you can be sure I'll remind you this next time you complain about me being a shitty friend, Nat," I said in a serious tone, and it was when I spotted Bucky.

He was sitting on the bench, hood on, cigarette put between his lips, hands hidden in his pockets. Even if some part of me shouted ​don't do this ​ , I couldn't pass him by without saying a word. "Okay Nat, see you at home then," I said to the phone before ending the call and shifting the device into my purse. I took a deep breath and approached him. "Hey, Buck."

He raised his head and looked at me. Within blink of an eye his face lit up, he almost jumped. "Y/N! It's good to see you! I've been trying to call you."

"Yeah, I know," I responded. "May I?," I added, pointing on the bench.

He nodded, shifting aside to make a room for me.

"How have you been?," I asked simply.

"Okay," Bucky shrugged. "Devastated." I nodded in silence. "​I heard you're asking all around if I was anywhere to be found​." Bucky gave me a brief nod. "True. But no one has wanted to share your new number with me," he looked me in the eyes.  

I opened my mouth to remind him how much he had hurt me few weeks earlier but he raised his metal limb a little, in a gesture that was supposed to silence me.

"Please," his whisper sounded more like a beg.  

So I allowed him to speak.

"I know I had hurt you like no one else did, and I really regret," Bucky said. "Only when you left, I realized how much I've lost," he lowered his head. "But there's nothing I could do back then. You were gone, and even if I tried to contact you, you never responded to my messages and calls. So I thought I should leave you alone. You gave me everything I've never had. And I fucked. I know, I didn't deserve a second chance."

I remained silent for a longer while. His confession hurt me even more than his actions. Taking the fact I knew how hard his life was, I felt bad about treating him the way I did. "​I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms​," I replied shortly. "Im sorry, Bucky."

"Y/N… Would you at least try to consider us getting back together?," He asked openly. He gave me a look and I saw tiny sparkles of hope within his eyes. It almost broke my heart. 

"Bucky…," I started, "You were ​runnin' 'round leaving scars​ ,and ​tearing love apart​," I gasped sadly. "​You don't get to get me back​ . It's over. There won't be us as a couple anymore. But we still can be friends, if you want," I offered, with heavy heart.

I saw how sad Bucky was at time but it was the only right decision I could have made.

I put my palm to his arm. "It's time for me." I got up and improved the stripe of my purse.

He got up as well and sighed. "Can I hug you at least?"

I nodded.

Bucky embraced me fondly and squeezed me tight. I would lie if I say I didn't like it. I did. Oh, so much.  It was so good to smell his perfumes again, it was oh so good to feel his warmth radiating to my body.  

It was when I dared to do something he didn't expect. So didn't I.

I looked up at him when his grasp loosened, I cupped his face in my palms, I climbed on my tiptoes and placed a long, passionate kiss to his full, rough lips. My lips crushed on his, and, dear God, it felt so good.  He hummed in appreciation and tightened his grasp around my waist again, giving kiss back.

Finally, when I broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes. "Just so you know what you have lost."

After these words I slipped out of his formerly solicitous arms, and left. Without saying a word.   I knew I was playing hard, nevertheless​ it was a lesson he needed to learn ​ .  

➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

theme — mcu zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe

summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.

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PROLOUGE

OUTBREAK DAY

RUN AWAY

LEAVE IT

FIRST GLANCE

THIS IS HOME?

ATHEN

TRIGGER BANG BANG

ASSISTANCE

CAMP HELLFIRE

SINNERS

MAROON SKY

STRAYING

I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU

GHOST IN THE WIND

A SHINY PEARL

WELCOME HOME

SAVOR THIS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

RAPTURE

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?

SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE

SALVATION

EPILOUGE

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