You were two years younger then Bucky – or Buckaroo as you preferred to call him (for the sole purpose of annoying the hell out of him)
But by the way Bucky treated you, one would think you were ten years younger.
He was very protective.
However it never really bothered you, rather made you feel loved, you knew that no matter what, Bucky would always be there for you.
Though you never imagined needing his help in a situation like… this.
You met Richard when he came into the diner you spent every afternoon at with your two friends.
Dressed in leather, hair slicked back and the smell of smoke surrounding him – the bad boy look had never been something you leaned towards but it had drew you in that day, against your better judgement.
A few winks and sweet words in your direction was all it took to make you agree to go out with him.
It was two weeks later when you first glimpsed Richard’s true nature.
Talking back was the explanation he gave for slapping you. The action had left you too shocked to even feel the sting of it, and by the time you finally did register it, Richard had completely switched personalities, gently touching you and whispering apologises – or had he been saying it was your own fault?
You don’t remember clearly, but deep down you knew that the whole situation was wrong, that you didn’t deserve any of this, that you were smarter than this, but he had warped your mind without you even realising.
Things continued on well, the incident buried and forgotten – until his bad side showed again – in a much more aggressive way.
He’d been frustrated the whole day, why you had no idea but when you were both alone he finally snapped.
And all you had asked was if he was okay.
First it had been a slap, then a rough hair pull as he growled insults at you before slapping your other cheek. Shoving you to the floor, he kicked you in the stomach before walking away.
Laying on the ground, in pain and crying, whatever spell he had over you had broken.
Forcing yourself up, you walked the four blocks home.
The front door slammed against the wall from your shoving it open, causing Bucky – who was the only one home – to look over in panic.
When he took in your appearance… you’d never seen that look on his face before… one of complete murder.
Bucky never liked Richard, hated him actually – from the moment they met – but you seemed happy and there’d been no evidence to say otherwise.
But looking at his baby sister, beaten and crying… Bucky’s just so angry.
Angry at Richard – because he just knows that’s who’s done this – and angry at himself for letting this happen to you.
As much as Bucky wants to set out now to beat the living shit out of the deadbeat, you need his attention.
Wrapping you in his arms, Bucky comforts you as he tends your wounds and helps you clean up, before getting you into your bed.
‘Don’t do anything stupid, okay Buckaroo?’ It’s a pointless request, you know, but you say it anyway.
The nickname draws a small smile ‘I’ll be back later alright? Get some rest.’ is the response you’re given.
Bucky brings Steve with him when he sets out to find Richard, the blonde is given strict instructions to ‘Not fight for once in his life’ but to simply stop Bucky from killing the prick – though the blonde seems to be just as angry as Bucky at the situation.
Richard’s easy to find, in his usual hangout spot.
‘Barnes’ he sneers ‘Where’s ya pretty little sister?’ the smirk that graces his face doesn’t last long as Bucky wastes no time in wiping it off.
When Richard’s on the floor, bleeding, bruised and possibly sporting some broken bones, Steve finally steps up and tells Buck enough.
Heaving, knuckles bleeding and a few bruises on his cheeks, though nothing compared to Richard’s, Bucky steps back.
However, not one to do as he’s told, Steve gives Richard another kick for good measure before the two best friends turn and head back home.
‘Knew he was no good’ Bucky murmurs.
‘Don’t go beating yourself up about it Buck, what’s done is done, and he won’t be touching Y/N ever again.’ Steve states.
Bucky nods, and the two walk in silence for a few moments before he speaks up again ‘Here’s hoping she gets a good one next time.’
‘Here’s hoping’ Steve agrees ‘She deserves it’
Bucky doesn’t miss the fond tone Steve uses when talking about Y/N, he never does.
A small smile graces his face, maybe it was time he pushed the two of them together.
Have y’all ever thought about how Bucky would be when experiencing love for the first time post Hydra?
because i have.
He wouldn’t even realize what it was at first
because obviously there’s an explanation for his behavior around you that isn’t love whatsoever
his sweaty palms and increased body temperature when you approach is just from the heat yanno even when it’s winter and this is happening outside
his lack of concentration when you’re around is just from being tired!!!
“YEAH IM JUST TIRED SAM THATS WHY I FELL OVER THE ENTIRE COUCH”
uh no he’s not looking for excuses to see you and talk to you, it’s obviously very important that he gives you the sock that somehow ended up in his laundry, no this wasn’t done on purpose
The only reason he lights up at the sound of your voice nearby is only because he just enjoys talking to you and 100% not because the sound of your voice is the only muscle relaxer he could ever need
he laughs at all of your cheesy jokes because you’re clearly the funniest person here and he doesn’t know why no one else is laughing, unhumored swines.
When he was describing his dream person that one time Natasha asked, it was pure coincidence that the person he described was basically a carbon copy of you
obviously he dreams about you at night because he sees you ALL THE DAMN TIME AND HE CANT CONTROL HIS DREAMS RIGHT
and he’s not even gonna ATTEMPT to justify the fact that his dreams consist of kissing you and marrying you and being with you forever because “THEYRE JUST DREAMS AND THEY DONT MEAN ANYTHING” “yeah ok buck”
Obviously. He’s fucking clueless.
It isn’t until you get really hurt on a mission that it dawns on him
because let me tell you, that motherfucker loses his GOD DAMN mind the minute you go down and he can’t get you to wake back up
his hands are shaking, tears streaming down his face as he’s just yelling almost incoharently at you
Tony and Steve have to rip him away so they can get you back to the jet and Bruce can start treating you
Clint Sam and Steve sit with him while he’s dead silent, his thoughts getting the best of him
“It’s my fault.”
“I could’ve stopped this.”
it dawns on him that he doesn’t fully know how he’s gonna move on if you don’t make it out
you’ve made him want to be such a better person
And maybe, just maybe, it could be more than just the slight crush he’s been convincing himself it was
Sam nudges him in the ribs after over an hour of just sitting there and when Bucky looks over, he’s receiving the most serious look he has ever received from Sam
“i swear to god if you don’t tell her you love her when she comes out of this, especially after the reaction you had, then you’re the biggest damn fool I’ve ever met, and everyone else here will know it too.”
and despite the fact that he won’t show it, bucky knows deep down that sam is right.
so he goes in to see you after he wakes up, trying not to get emotional about how just fucking wrecked you look
like you took fucking “get wreckt scrub” to a whole new level
and he sits down and you smile at him, melting his heart
“So i found out something new about myself yesterday.”
“Yeah? what’s that?”
He takes a long breath, as you watch him curiously, before just blurting it out.
“i’m in love with you.”
And he has his whole speech ready, about how it’s okay if you don’t feel the same but he just needed you to know because he wasn’t going to hold it in any longer
And you must see the tension written on his face
because you take his hand in both of yours, your fingers gently caressing his
“I love you too, Bucky.”
and a wave of pure relief washes over him and he can feel himself getting emotional again
he’s been denying himself lives simple pleasures for a long time, thinking he didn’t deserve them.
But he thought maybe one day he would get to the point where he would deserve you
and it wasn’t until this moment that he learned that, in your eyes, there was never a time he didn’t deserve you.
simple as the title, where your avenger boo kisses you
Bucky: Thighs. On your first few dates with him, you never pictured Bucky to be a thigh man. You more expected him to be an old fashioned kiss on the hand type, but that all went out the window the first night he slept over. He took what you thought were flaws and made them his favorite things about you. Bucky loves waking you up in the morning by trailing kisses starting at your collarbone and going all the way down to those thighs he loves. You have a small tattoo on your inner left thigh that he always traces over lightly with his fingers, and it drives you absolutely mad. When he’s had a long day of being an avenger, he loves coming home to already find you in bed. Bucky takes this time to climb into the king sized bed and rest his head on your lap, occasionally leaning over from his phone to place a kiss on your thighs and tell you little things about his day.
Steve: Forehead. It started when the two of you finally made your relationship public, and went to a baseball game together. People were around everywhere, most trying to pretend they weren’t staring as you walked to your seats hand in hand, but some were blatantly taking pictures and whispering to their friends. Steve’s grip moved to around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him while walking around inside the stadium. Being in the public eye wasn’t something you were used to, and Steve could tell. So instead of giving everyone a show, he sweetly placed his lips on your forehead in hopes of calming you down. After that came many more events where he did the same before you walked out into the public eye, and it stuck as a way for you to calm one another down. Plus it was a way for the two of you to avoid the whole gross PDA thing.
Natasha:Neck. It became a thing of good luck for the both of you whenever she would place a kiss on the left side of your neck before going off on a mission. You weren’t an active agent anymore, but there were times where you would be with Maria in the control room. Natasha had no shame in kissing you in front of whoever she wanted, whether it’s just the team, or on a red carpet for the whole world to see. Sometimes she would just kiss your neck out of the blue to get you flustered and red in the face. Even on game nights with the team she would lean over your lap just to get her lips on your neck before making any bets with the team, and 99% of the time her PDA payed off. Nobody in the public eye knew how much she really suffered from the trainings when she was a kid, and sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night suffering from those memories. But you were there for her, leaving kisses across her jaw and down her neck, bringing her back to reality in your arms.
Thor:Hand. Albeit cliche, he truly loves making you feel like his queen. He was raised to treat women with the utmost respect, because he understood that he wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for them. So when Thor met you, he felt as if he had cracked the code to what life is supposed to be like. Everyone knows about how bubbly he is, but he was even more so after that first look into your eyes at the Shield christmas party. When Thor wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is bring you closer to his body and kiss your hand. It’s his way of showing how much he loves and respects you, and without being too gross with the affection. But that sure doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be affectionate.
Tony:Chest. Tony is all about chest kisses, and he places them with such love and care. He loves leaning into your chest while you are laying on the couch or in bed after a long day of being Tony Stark. You hold his head there, softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek. He feels his safest with his lips on your chest, even safer than when he’s in the iron suit that is damn near indestructible. It momentarily dispels all negative thoughts from his mind, and leaves him with nothing but pure adoration towards you. He feels like a giant weight is lifted off his shoulders as well. It’s at that point when he turns his head and absentmindedly presses a short, chaste kiss to your skin or the fabric that covers the area.
Peter:Temple. Whether the two of you were tangled up in each other on the couch watching a movie, or silently strolling down the street hand in hand, he always pulled you into a warm hug, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Whenever he was struck with the opportunity, Peter would lightly peck your temple. It helped that you happened to enjoy being kissed there just a little bit more than straight up lip-locking. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved and was there for you, and felt that a soft kiss on your forehead or temple was the way to do it. Sometimes you even stretched up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his temple whenever you saw him stressing out over something, especially new mission plans. Him leaving for said missions was a new thing, so it was always a toss up of who was going to be more strung out over the job that day.
Loki:Under-jaw. The two of always spent your down time wrapped up in blankets in bed, doing absolutely nothing aside from basking in each other’s company and body heat in silence. Loki leaned in to you and you leaned into him, becoming utterly obsessed with each other. He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence and peppered a million light kisses underneath your jaw and along the side of your neck. You always returned the favor by tightly holding him, eventually squeezing him till he was practically out of breath. You would spend all of your nights together exactly like this, much to both of your delight.
Pietro:Shoulder blades. Pietro craved skin to skin contact with you at all times of the day, mostly in the form of a kiss, which couldn’t happen often, much to your disappointment as well as his. So, he stuck to loosely slinging his arm around your shoulders and following you around like a lost puppy while you performed domestic tasks around the compound. Whenever you stopped bumbling about, doing whatever it was that you were doing, Pietro quickly peppered kisses all along your shoulder blades. They spanned everywhere from the shoulders to the nape of your neck. As long as it didn’t interfere with your task at hand, you indulged him and stood still, eyes fluttering shut in content for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away from you to do important Avengers work. He always made it up to you, however, in the form of much more interesting activities.
Bruce:Nose. Your touch never failed to provide Bruce with much needed affection, and reassurance that you were still around and weren’t ever going to leave him. You always stuck around, glued to his side while he moved about his lab. He tried on multiple occasions to explain what he does in the simplest way possible to you. Most of the time, you just looked at him and smiled, which Bruce knew as your nice way of telling him to stop wasting his breath because you weren’t going to understand any time soon. He softly chuckled every time, quietly sighed with a light smile on his face, pulled your face close to his and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. This gentle of a kiss reminded him that he’s still just Bruce, and not the other guy.
Scott:Cheek. Scott woke up significantly earlier than you did every morning, but never failed to give you a sloppy good morning kiss on the cheek before he rolled begrudgingly out of bed. They always woke you up though, which you didn’t mind. You always pulled a sleepy smile anyway, and rolled over to his side of the bed and basked in the hot spot of sheets he left behind, instantly falling back asleep. You were awakened again about a half an hour later to another, less sloppy kiss on the cheek and a goofy smile from Scott before he left for whatever job he had acquired from his friends. He whispered a promise to you about taking you out to dinner that night, an offer you accepted, before hurrying out of the room and out of the apartment.
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