Summary → You get a little sick and Bucky, worried and confused, does everything in his power to get you feeling healthy again.
Warnings → Profanity, Sick Reader, Upset Bucky recalling his childhood
Characters → Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count → 3.2k
A/n → I really wanted this when I was in bed at midnight with a sneak-attack stomach ache so here’s for the people in discomfort and pain.
When Bucky was a little boy his mother’s remedy to treat his upset tummy and heated headaches was a simple kiss to the temple, a pat to the bulb of his nose, and she handed him a bottle of coke and pushed him on his way to sit in a bundle of blankets and sip the carbonated drink.
Yes, Bucky was a rowdy boy when he was younger, got into all sorts of quarrels and got all sorts of scuffs and scrapes, but with his mother’s love and ability to heal him he never strayed away from his lifestyle of adventure.
He was a lot more mature when he got older and she was gone. Of course, one is pushed to become just that when their source of sophistication is no longer theirs. But the stomachaches and headaches and bruises, nausea, broken bones, and sandpaper like throats got worse when he found himself at the hands of the worst, and there wasn’t a single being to comfort him in his pain and agony. All there was was words of encouragement–if one could call it that–and eventually he learned to stop complaining about them because his pain would be gone in a matter of days anyway.
Then Bucky sees you scrunched up in bed, your hand hastily pressed to your stomach as you’ve set the blankets and pillows up around you to put some pressure–not too much but just enough–on your aching body. You’ve probably caught something, a bug from a mission, or your body is just kicking you in the gut today. You realized there wasn’t much you could do to make the pain go away except for the tools already provided to you, so you lay in silence, close your eyes, and hum away the pain.
Word Count: 942 Warnings: None! So much fluff! Summary: Anon sent in – Hey if your actually doing the non sexual kinds of intimacy as prompts I think it’d be funny if you did one about the beauty treatments. Bucky has two lil pigtails in the front of his hair to keep it off his face while he and the reader are doing face masks and then Steve shows up and asks to join. I don’t know. Your writing is properly lovely, and you’re so good at all the things. A/N: So, I posted a prompt list for non-sexual forms of intimacy, just thinking they were cool – and I got one requested! Sorry this took so long, Nonnie! You’re so very sweet. I hope you enjoy this!
This is what I was doing at work today! I am not ashamed. I should have been supervised.
You prop your foot up on your bed with a little grunt. Digging through your bag, you rummage through the little glass bottles of brightly colored polish. The bottles clink against each other in your search for your ‘Blue Lagoon’ polish. Fall is literally right around the corner, but you just want it. It’s beachy and fun.
You finally find it at the bottom of the bag and shake it up as a quiet knock sounds on your door. “Come in!” You call, capturing your tongue between your teeth in concentration as you paint your toes.
Bucky strides in, looking a little apologetic. “Hey, Y/N, I know it’s your personal time, but Steve said you needed help with your phone? You looked up at Bucky, shoulders slumping with relief. “Oh my god, yes. Stark makes the most ridiculous contraptions!” You reach over to yournightstad and all but throw it at your friend, who catches it with a soft clink to his metal hand.
He sits in front of you, tapping away on the screen and chuckling, “Contraption. You’re hanging out with me and Steve too much. You’re starting to sound like an old fu–”
“I swear to god, Buck, if you say ‘fuddy duddy,’ I’m gonna lose it.”
He snorts, head falling in mock defeat. He knows you love to hear the ‘old timey slang,’ as you called it. He and Steve use it as often as they can around you.
“Okay,” he says hesitantly, tapping the screen a couple more times. “It should cooperate with you now.” He places it down beside you and furrows his brow in a question. “What are you doing?”
You smiled proudly at your feet as you finish painting the last toe. “I’m using my personal time to have a little spa day!”
He hummed to let you know he was listening, but his focus was on the packets spread out on your comforter. He picked one up and made a face at the picture of the woman with black goop on her face.
“Face masks? The hell you need this for?”
You giggled at the face he was making. “They all do different things. That one’s deep cleaning, that one’s moisturizing, this one peels,” You point at each different packet. “You wanna do one with me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
You fully expected him to say no. A smile grew on your face in your disbelief. “Really?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
You closed and threw your bottle in the bag with an alarming clanking noise. “Which one do you want?”
You tell him the options that you thought would be best for him. He ended up picking an avocado mask because you mentioned it could also be good for the scruff on his face.
You grab a clean foundation brush and started painting the thick paste onto Bucky’s cheeks. The ends of his hair flopped into the goo and you growled lightly in frustration. “Hold on a second, I’m gonna tie your hair back.” You hop up from your bed and ungracefully make it to the bathroom, then reemerge with two wildly printed hair bands in hand. “Sorry, all I have are scrunchies. Hope that’s okay.”
“Whatever you got, doll, ‘s’fine,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
You curl your lips into your mouth to contain your smile. Just from your slight hesitation, Bucky knows you’re up to something. He swats your leg playfully. “Shake a leg, kid. I’m not gettin’ any younger.” You mumble out something about a ‘mean, old fart,’ before threading your fingers through Bucky’s hair and putting it up into the scrunchie. You do the same on the other side and fail to contain the giggles that erupted from you.
Bucky Barnes – the ex-Fist of HYDRA – in pigtails is quite a sight to behold.
Bucky opens his eyes and watches you fall to your bed in a fit of laughter. He smiles at you. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew what you were doing. He simply watches you until you compose yourself. “Still not gettin’ younger here.”
Mumbling an apology, you pick up the brush and start to paint his face again. When you’re done, Bucky offers to do yours. It’s hard to have him so close and focused on you and for you to not make faces at him in the process. You indulge yourself a couple of times, and he smudges the blue paste on your nose in retaliation. You toss your head back and laugh, causing the brush to swipe across your lips. You scream and spit out Bucky’s name in shock, wiping the paste off on your hands.
“You did it, kid! That wasn’t my fault!”
A hasty knock comes at your door before Steve pushes his way in. “Y/N? You okay? I heard scre–” He stops once he gets a look at you and Bucky – probably looking half mad with blue and green faces, hair pulled away from both of your masks.
He puts his hands on his hips, and you know he’s about to use his dad voice. “You started spa day without me?”
Bucky is taken aback and looks to you for confirmation. A sly smile plays on your lips as you answer, “The Star Spangled Man here is a fan of the finer things in life.” You both grin and wave Steve over to sit by you. “Come on, grandpa! I’ve got a new peach mask that’s gonna get those wrinkles off that old face of yours!” You giggle at your own jokes as Steve scoffs. He’s still pretty excited for an afternoon of pampering, even if he has to put up with your terrible jokes.
– Despite his long hair being his look from the Winter Soldier days, Bucky never gave any indication that he would get rid of it
– You loved Bucky’s long hair
– You also thought he looked so classically handsome with his shorter cut from back in the day
– The vintage photos always brought a smile to your face
– But you knew Bucky was so handsome that he could do literally anything to his hair and pull it off
– You had gone to bed early one night, exhausted from work
– You’d sent a text to Bucky about hitting the hay early
– You hadn’t seen him since yesterday afternoon
– So when you wake a little from the sound of someone quietly walking into your bedroom, you were already sort of out of it
– The only source of light came from behind the person, making you just see a silhouette
– You jump in bed, realizing that the person had a buzzcut and was definitely not Bucky
– In a sleepy daze, you grab the gun hidden in the nightstand drawer and try to remember all the teaching points Bucky had given you when he taught you how to shoot
– “Jesus, doll! You plan on shooting your boyfriend?”
– The sound of his voice instantly makes you lower the gun
– “Bucky!?” You gasp as you fumble around for the lamp
– Your jaw drops slightly when you see his new look
– Bucky’s long, shaggy hair was gone
– In its place was a very short cut, faded on the sides
– His beard was trimmed too, so it was just scruff
– But he was still wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and his leather jacket
– “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Bucky. You scared the shit out of me.” You rub your face. “I didn’t recognize you and I thought someone had broken in.”
– “I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
– But then he starts shifting his weight and looks anxious. His hand rubs over his short hair self-consciously
– You give him a soft smile though. “What brought on the makeover?” You ask cheekily
– “I don’t really know. I guess a couple of things.” Bucky sighs. “Part of it was me getting sick of it constantly getting in the way. Another part of me thought it might help me move on.”
– Your eyes went sad from the second part
– “Do…Do you like it?” He asks you nervously
– “I love it.” You answer genuinely.
– “Really?” He gasps
– “Of course, Buck. You have this annoying trait where you look ridiculously handsome no matter what the hell you do with your hair.” You giggle. “Do you like it?”
– “Yeah…Yeah, I think I do.”
– You nod as if to settle it.
– But Bucky wasn’t done with his little secretive transformation stunts
– Months later, Bucky comes home with a tattoo
– With how he and Steve have maintained some old-fashioned values, you never thought he’d be one to get a tattoo
– But when you see what he got, your heart melts
– On his right wrist, right below his palm is a quote in your handwriting.
– “You’re safe. I’m here.”
– It was no secret that Bucky suffered from PTSD and nightmares
– When he woke up from them, he was always confused and disoriented for a few moments
– When you were with him, you always whispered sleepily “You’re safe. I’m here.”
– It always instantly brought him back to reality and calmed him down
– It told his mind that it was a dream. That he was living in a different time now. And that he had you
– It was such a habit that he started having a positive Pavlovian effect from hearing you say it to in your sleepy and loving voice
– “Do you think it’s weird…?” Bucky asked when he first showed you
– “No, Bucky. Never.”
– “It’s just a reminder…for-for when I’m alone. So even when you aren’t with me, you can still remind me.”
– You blinked back the tears that filled your eyes from hearing his explanation. You knew Bucky struggled with sleep when he was on long missions or simply away from you for various reasons.
– “I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers when he sees how emotional you got from the tattoo
– “I love you too, Buck.” Then you clear you nose, trying to regain some sort of composure
– “You know what this means, don’t you?” You tease
– “What?”
– “I have to get a tattoo for you now.”
anonymous requested: Yo so i had an idea of like a supper fluffy drabble with Steve and Bucky where it’s super cold and the reader can’t fall asleep because she’s shivering too hard. And since the boys are supersoldiers they stay warm so they both get in bed with her to keep her warm and make a super soldier sandwich
additional notes: figured i’d fill a request while i have time on my hands. yall ever think about how cuddling with these two would be like? absolute heaven. gender-neutral reader in this one. enjoy!
You were pretty sure Steve and Bucky alike could hear you shivering.
The three of you were stuck in a safe house while a snowstorm raged outside. Of course the house was more like a cabin, and so now you lay on a mattress on the floor under layers of blankets, trying to focus on anything aside from how cold you were. You weren’t a mutant or enhanced; you’d earned your place with the Avengers through your above-average fighting skills and endurance. While you could level with super soldiers in the field, you had no serum to keep you protected from the cold.
“You okay over there, doll?” Bucky piped up from his own mattress.
“F-Fine,” you gritted out, curling into a tighter ball. “Just c-cold.”
Steve turned to look over at you with concern. “Do you need anything? We can share a bed—”
“N-No! I don’t wanna b-bother you,” you murmured, attempting to wrap the covers more firmly around you.
A minute of silence passed, punctuated with your chattering teeth, before Bucky sighed and stood up. “That’s it. Move over.”
If you had enough warmth in your cheeks, you would have blushed. You scooted over, allowing Bucky to slip under the covers behind you. He brought his own blanket with him, adding to the heat. Before you knew it, you were tucked under his arm, your back against his chest, his knees under yours. Now you fought to control your shivers and your nerves; you’d only dreamed of scenarios like this before.
“Steve, you get over here, too,” Bucky called out, his breath warm against the back of your neck. “You’re the human furnace.”
Soon you were snuggled up to not one but two super soldiers. This was the most secure you had ever felt, sandwiched between two of the sweetest, warmest, beefiest men you’d ever known. Steve lay down to your left, facing you, while Bucky spooned you from behind. You focused on how warm the both of them were instead of on other details, like how close Steve’s chest was to your face, or how Bucky felt soft and firm at the same time behind you. Steve draped an arm over your shoulder, while Bucky’s metal one lay over your hip.
“That better?” Steve asked. When you nodded vigorously, he smiled. In a moment of boldness, you hooked your leg over Steve’s thigh, drawing him closer to you. Bucky snorted behind you, amused at Steve’s startled look.
That was more like it.
You were on your way to a fitful, shiver-less sleep when Bucky yawned. “You know,” he rasped, his voice rough with fatigue, “it’s much easier to share heat without all the clothes in the way.”
“Not the time, Buck,” you sighed. You opened your eyes and saw Steve and Bucky share a look over your head.
Steve cleared his throat, shifting against you. “Will there be a time?”
You hummed into Steve’s chest, placing your hand over Bucky’s and interlacing your fingers with his. “Definitely.”
Summary: Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury. Based on this ask.
Pairing: Bucky x Healer!Reader
Word Count: 2,209
AN: Thank you for reading and thank you for being patient with me. Writer’s block is real and awful.
“Where’s Bucky?”
He hears Y/N asking, even before most of the team has left the quinjet.
Steve, already down the exit ramp, answers her, voice soft,
“He’s here, Y/N. He’s okay.”
She lowers her voice and Bucky can imagine her leaning close
to Steve, brows drawn together in concern, as she asks, “How was it? Is he
okay?”
“He missed you,” Steve answers, just as quiet. Bucky could
smack him, the little punk knows that he can hear their conversation with serum
enhanced hearing. He knows Steve is probably smirking a little as Y/N looks
embarrassed.
He hears the slight smack as she hits Steve’s chest.
“Stevie,” she giggles. “Stop it. I’m being serious. Is he alright?”
Requested by @keyatrickymoat: Imagine you and Bucky finding a three legged kitten in the dumpster behind the Tower and decide to keep it, naming it Winter. You and Bucky also make Tony design a prosthetic leg for it identical to Bucky’s arm.
(just imagine the stuffed animal is a cat instead lol)
“Tony!” you screamed, holding the door open for Bucky as he rushed into the lab, “Tony, Tony, Tony!”
“What?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with concern.
“We have an idea!” you explained, joining Bucky’s side and looking at the small, three legged tabby in Bucky’s metal palm. Tony deflated, looking unimpressed.
“What do you want?” he said, turning back to his work.
“Can you make a prosthetic limb for Winter?” you asked.
“Winter?” Bucky turned to you, confused. You nodded, grinning at him and bumping his shoulder with your own.
“I named him Winter.” Bucky smiled, his cheeks turning pink at the gesture. Tony rolled his eyes.
“That’s adorable. I’m busy,” Tony said.
“Come on, Tony,” you said, “Please.”
“Please, Stark,” Bucky said, holding the kitten up to his face adorably. Tony stared at them and you could see his internal struggle. You knew he wanted to refuse, but he gave in.
“Okay,” he sighed, “Give me a of couple hours.”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly, “Thank you!” You turned to Bucky and the kitten, “Come here, baby,” you cooed, scooping the kitten up and holding it up to you, “You’re going to have another arm!” you danced around.
A few hours later, and quite a few scratch marks on Tony, Winter was adjusting to the new, shiny limb. The kitten tripped quite a few times, very cutely. But, after quite a while, the kitten began prancing and playing excitedly, meowing with glee.
“I wish I’d been this excited,” Bucky whispered as you looped arms with him, watching Winter play with a ball of yarn. You kissed the shoulder of his metal arm gently, leaning your head against it. Your heart swelled with a mixture of joy and despair.
“I love you and your arm,” you said, “And our cat and our cat’s arm.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head gently, “Likewise.”
Scenario: The team tries to get reader and Bucky together, also bucky is a damsel in distress once again.
Nat has created a chatroom.
Nat has invited Steve, Clint, Vision, Sam.
Nat: So what’s the plan?
Vision: A plan for what?
Nat: To get Y/N and Barnes together.
Sam: We are doing what now?
Nat: They make such a cute couple and have been single for a while now. It’s only logical they start dating.
Clint: I’m in.
Steve: How are we going to do this?
Nat: I don’t know.
Sam: Do I have to help?
Steve: Yes. Deny it all you want but we all know you consider Bucky a close friend.
Sam: Don’t you ever tell him that.
Vision: May I suggest sending them on a blind date with each other?
Clint: I don’t think Y/N will agree to go on that.
Nat: Neither will Bucky.
Steve: I can’t believe this, but we need to ask Tony.
Vision has added Tony.
Tony: Are you five conspiring against me?
Tony: Ooooh, setting up the grandpa with Y/N?
Vision: Do you have any ideas on how to accomplish this?
Tony: We send them on a mission. Just the two of them. It’ll be like an action romance movie. One of them will have to be injured. I can arrange the last part.
Nat: No. Not happening!
Steve: You are terrible at this. Why did I think you’d be able to help?
Vision: Wanda suggests just asking them how they feel about each other and if the feeling is mutual, they should let each other know.
Clint: That is so stupid. Do people actually do that?
Sam: Yes.
Clint: Oh.
Tony: How did you even manage to get married?
Thor has joined the chat.
Thor: Greetings.
Thor: May I suggest a grand ball, with flowers and wine. No, a masked ball! We get them to dance with each other and then when the night is darkest, we separate them. It will be like that movie I saw with Y/N and Vision last week. I don’t recall the name.
Vision: Cinderella, I believe.
Tony: Terrible idea.
Steve: Better than yours.
Clint: Why wasn’t I invited?
Vision: It is part of our indoctrination.
Thor: I am enjoying it immensely.
Bruce has joined the chat.
Bruce: I have the answer: Pheromone Potion #6.
Bruce has left the chat.
Sam: … I accept.
Nat: No! You’ll just make sure Bucky gets attracted to the couch or Steve.
Vision: It would wear off eventually. We require a long term solution.
Thor: A love spell, then?
Clint: How about no.
Tony: Y/N and Bucky want to know why they can’t join the chat. I’m going to let them join so they don’t become suspicious.
Nat: They’ll see what we’re talking about!
Tony: I tinkered with their phones. They won’t be able to see the chat history.
Tony has added Y/N, Bucky.
Bucky: What are you hiding from us?
Y/N: Why can’t I see the chat history?
Tony: Nothing. It must be a glitch.
Y/N: Riiiiight.
Peter has joined the chat.
Peter has joined the chat.
Peter has joined the chat.
Y/N: Tony I think you’re right. My phone is messing up.
Bucky: Three Peter’s?
Y/N: Which is our Peter?
Peter: Me!
Peter: No, I’m the real Peter!
Peter: Imposters!
Steve: How do we tell them apart?
Bucky: Yesterday at 8pm. You walked in on Y/N and I. What were we doing?
Peter: Talking.
Peter: Dancing.
Peter: Making out.
Y/N: It’s the last one.
Y/N has changed Peter to: Spidey.
Nat: Wait you two were doing what?!
Tony: Seriously! All our planning was for nothing!
Y/N: What?
Vision: We were trying to get you and Bucky together. Seems like you do not require our assistance.
Y/N: I thought you all knew!
Bucky: Yeah, we haven’t been secretive about it.
Steve: You showed no signs of dating!
Y/N: You walked in on us kissing after the Cuba mission.
Steve: I thought he was giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
Bucky: Are… you… serious?
Steve: Y/N was injured and she passed out on the jet! So I went to get the medic when we landed! I just assumed…
Y/N: This isn’t surprising, considering you call sex fondue.
Steve: I don’t!
Clint: Way to go, Steve.
Sam: We need a new Captain.
Tony: Peter get his shield.
Peter: On it.
Peter: Okay.
Spidey: He means me!
Spidey:
Tony: No! Give ME the Shield!
Nat: Don’t.
Y/N: Are we really forgetting that we have spare Peter’s? We need to find out who they really are.
Peter: My name is Peter, I’m not lying about that.
Peter: Same here!
Pietro has joined the chat.
Pietro: HE’S BACK!
Clint: Who?
Pietro: My imposter!
Peter: Hi 🙂
Y/N has changed Peter to: The Cuter Quicksilver.
Bucky has changed The Cuter Quicksilver to: The Average Quicksilver.
Y/N: Jealous, are we?
Pietro: Unbelievable!
Pietro has left the chat.
Sam has changed The Average Quicksilver to: Peter M.
Thor: So who is the last Peter?
Peter: I’m Peter Quill, but you can call me Star-Lord. Savior of our Galaxy, winner of dance battles.
Peter has changed Peter to: Star-Lord.
Thor: What is it that you want?
Star-Lord: You guys should totally listen to my mix-tape.
Peter M: I will listen to it.
Thor: I will not ask again, what is it that you want?
Star-Lord: Dance off, bro? Loosen up.
Thor: Do I seem to be in a dancing mood?
Clint: We’ve never heard of you before.
Star-Lord: So I’m here for – wait. Never? Really?
Rocket Raccoon has joined the chat.
Rocket Raccoon: What’s taking so long, Quill?
Y/N: A TALKING RACCOON?
Spidey: This is so cute!
Sam: This is too much for me.
Sam has left the chat.
Rocket Raccoon: Shut up! I’m not cute!
Bucky: What’s happening now? I have no idea.
Rocket Raccoon: This is him?
Star-Lord: Yup.
Tony: How can a Raccoon even type?
Rocket Raccoon: Bucky, is it?
Bucky: Yeah?
Rocket Raccoon: I’m going to need your arm.
Bucky: What?
Bucky has been disconnected.
Rocket Raccoon has left the chat.
Y/N: Was my boyfriend just abducted by a raccoon?
Y/N: I should not be laughing but I am.
Star-Lord: Don’t worry, we won’t hurt him! Just need his arm!
Star-Lord has left the chat.
Peter M: You guys experience really weird stuff. This is coming from a guy whose dad almost destroyed the earth, and I had to witness Scott flirting. I should hang out here more often.
Y/N: Overpowered BY A RACCOON!
Steve: We should go save him! Not laugh!
Y/N: Okay but Steve. Listen. Just listen. A small, adorable raccoon has managed to kidnap a fierce and infamous assassin.
Thor: This is very humorous.
Vision: I assume this is our first space mission?
Y/N: I’m so excited!
Nat: We should start listing off the times he’s needed rescuing.
“We started with one,” Bucky complained, looking at his arm mournfully, “And it said WWII Vet.” He looked up at you, deadpanned, “And now there’s seven.” He waved his flesh hand at his metal arm, specifically the multiple magnets that now decorated it.
“This one’s just a kitten,” Bucky said in astonishment, “How does…why does that need to be…it’s my arm, not a refrigerator,” he pouted.
“It softens your image,” you joked, kissing his cheek and adding more magnets.
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