Built By Patrick Romero

Omg sherly this soft Disney princess!! (Don’t know who did this, but credit goes to the artist of course)

((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))

The File

A/N: So I know that I have one more prompt, but this idea came to me last night and I just couldn’t not write it (especially because it’s been a while since I wrote a Bucky fic).  So here it is and I may or may not have NOT studied for my Econ test because of this.  But I’m quite happy with it.

The first time Bucky slides the file under your door, you’re confused.

You’re alone in your room when you hear the sound of light footsteps and a quiet thud.  You look over towards the door and notice the manilla folder, lying inconspicuously on the ground.

You walk over and open it, thumbing through.  You quickly realize it’s a complete file on the Winter Soldier–every kill, every mission.  You close it and leave your room, taking the elevator to Bucky’s floor.  

He’s sitting there on the couch when you enter.  He looks up and in the split-second before his face goes blank, you catch a look of…fear?

“Bucky,” you say warmly, subtly putting the folder down on a table behind you.  

“(Y/N),” he says, his voice even and unreadable.

“There’s this new bakery that I’ve been dying to try,” you say cheerfully.  “It’s a couple block away, and I’ve heard their beignets are amazing.  Come with me?”

You look at Bucky.  His mouth is still set in a firm line, but his eyes are wide, startled.

“Um…sure,” he says, slowing getting up off the couch.  He walks over to you and you link your arm through his, pulling him over to the elevator.  

The doors slide open and you find yourself face to face with Steve.  He looks down at your linked arms, a smile on his face.

“Hey Steve!” you say brightly.  “We’re going to the bakery.  Want anything?”  Steve declines, and on the way down, you ask his opinion on what you should bring back for the other Avengers.  Steve nods and does his best to suggest pastries, but he’s watching Bucky.

Bucky, whose lips are unconsciously curving into what could almost be called a smile.  And as you drag Bucky off the elevator and out of the tower, Steve realizes that he can’t remember the last time Bucky smiled.  

-

The second time, you’re at a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting.  You’re turning in your report for your last mission, reaching into your bag to pull out the typed report file.  

Instead, you find the Winter Soldier file in your hands.  You’re taken aback, and for a minute, you forget where you are.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Nick finally says, bringing your focus back to your surroundings.  “Everything alright?” 

“Yes,” you say, though your voice sounds distracted even to you.  “I’m fine.  Grabbed the wrong file.”  

After the meeting, you drag Bucky up to your floor for a Jurassic Park movie marathon.

-

The third time, it’s just after a mission.  

You and Bucky had gone on your first mission together, just the two of you.  It had been particularly successful, and your were quite pleased with the outcome.  On the way back, you sat in the Quinjet, humming to yourself and crocheting a hat.

You walk back to your room and it’s lying there on the bed.  You stare at it and if looks could kill, the file would have spontaneously combusted within one second of your piercing glare.

But it doesn’t.

The next morning, when Bucky wakes up, there’s a pile of crocheted hats, scarves, pillows and plushies on his desk.  

Buried somewhere underneath is the file.

-

The fourth time is early in the morning.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of screams.  You look up at the ceiling and you know exactly what’s going on.

You sprint out of your room and into the waiting elevator, taking it straight up to Bucky’s floor.  You weave through the hallways until you find his bedroom. 

You throw the door open and he’s lying there, thrashing and muttering incoherently.  You rush to his side and gently try to wake him from his sleep.  This seems to agitate him more and he throws you backward.  You hit his nightstand, but get right back up, trying again to wake him.  You ignore the sting on your cheek, focusing on calming him.

This seems to work, and slowly, the shaking stops.  He lies in the middle of the bed, quiet and still.  His eyes blink open to find you sitting on the bed next to him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.  

“Move over,” is all you say and he obliges wordlessly.  You slide in next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm slung over his stomach, and you drift off to sleep.  

He lies there frozen in place, his body stiff.  After a few minutes, he relaxes and he wraps his arm around your waist, allowing himself a few hours of nightmare-less sleep.

When you wake up, Bucky’s gone.  You reach up to your face and realize there’s a bandage there.  The bed next to you is neatly made, the damn file resting on top.

You throw the covers off and make the bed.  You leave the file exactly where it is.

-

The next morning, you search the entire tower for Bucky.  Every room, every floor.  You eventually find him in the kitchen, sitting at the table.  In front of him is the file, open.

You shake your head and walk over to him.  He looks up and spots you, not saying anything.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you say simply as you sit down at the table next to him.

He looks up at you before sliding the file toward you.  You shake your head and close it.  His hand, almost of its own accord, reaches up and brushes against the bandage on your face.

“I hurt you, last night,” he says, and the pain in your voice makes your reach up and cover his hand with yours.  “I could hurt you again.”

“You didn’t mean to,” you reply and he shakes his head.

“(Y/N), I’ve done things…” he says haltingly.  “Things I’m not proud of.”

“Tell me that the same thing isn’t true of every single person in this tower,” you reply. 

“Have you read it?” he asks, his voice barely higher than a whisper, his eyes darting down to the file.

“I read files on every Avenger when I joined,” you say evenly.

“But this one,” Bucky says.  “Did you read this file?”

“No,” you say.

“Why not?”

“As far as I know, the Winter Soldier isn’t part of the Avengers,” you say simply.  “James Buchanan Barnes, however, is.  And that’s the file I read.”  Bucky looks up at you, and you see his expression soften.

“I don’t…” he stutters.  “I don’t deserve-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you cut him off.  “You deserve everything.  You deserve the sun and the stars and the moon.  You deserve to feel safe, to have friends, to be loved.”

“But-”

You shake your head.  The man will not shut up, so you turn and pull his face to you, silencing him with a kiss.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes,” you say.  “And don’t you dare ever believe otherwise.”

The huge grin that spreads across his face–tentatively at first, but then unabashedly content–makes you happier than you’ve ever felt.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

I wasn't watching episode's 8 and 9 while they aired so I watched it together before season finale. Did they just went from episode about war trauma to musical one. Also I know how my Spotify wrapped will look this year.

To hold you over while I work on the next prompt, here’s a fic I just posted on my ao3!

Language: English 

Words: 2,524 

Summary: It’s Christmas. Brooklyn is blanketed in snow, and as the brunette agent peers out the window, tea in hand, she ponders the day to come, the surprises in store, and most of all, the soldier asleep in her bed.

The Russos: Only a few people know the real plot of Infinity War.

The cast:

The fans:

Kevin Feige:

Anthony Russo:

Joe Russo:

Precious Moments

Word Count: 1130

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Remembering precious moments of your pregnancy with Bucky’s child.

Warning: Hella Fluffy

Note: I need more Dad!Bucky in my life

The day you told Bucky that you were pregnant, he cried like a baby because it was one of the most happiest day of his long ass life. You remember that he was on a short mission with Steve and Clint, probably two day long and you found out the day he left. You remember freaking out, in a good way, because you and Bucky have been wanting to start a family together for while. You called Natasha and Wanda right away, seeing as they weren’t on the mission with the boys and they came over as fast as they could too congratulate you.

You remember you had the girls help you prepare this whole thing for when he came home. You had baby balloons all over the place, pink and blue, you had placed one baby book on each table that led to the kitchen and in the kitchen, you had a card written for your husband and little baby booties next to it.

When he entered your house, you heard him set his bags down while his voice boomed. “[Y/N], are you here?” You watched him from a hidden place in the house. You saw him look around the house, looking at the balloons and the books everywhere. His heart was racing at the moment, not knowing what to think. He slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was left for him on the table.

We walked towards the kitchen table and picked up the letter:

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

You are too become the father to a beautiful baby boy or girl. I had found out the day you left for that stupid mission and ever since, I’ve been waiting to tell you the exciting news. I had the girls come over and help me prepare this whole thing.

I hope you’re ready to become a father. Now, turn around you little shit.

P.S they better have your eyes

He laughed at the last part before turning around to see you leaning against the wall. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

A smile broke on his face as tears formed in his eyes. “Oh my god, [Y/N]!” He ran towards you, wrapped his arms around your waist and twirled you around. He set you down and looked you in the eye, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” He breathed out. He leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. “This is the best gift you could have ever given me.” He murmured against your lips only to capture them against his once more.

You remember when you were five months pregnant, you both found out you were having a baby boy. You remember watching Bucky jumped into the air, pumping his arms as he screamed. “Yes!” You just stared at laughed at him with your doctor.

When you got cleaned up and walked out of the room, Bucky had his arm around your waist so he could keep at least one hand on your stomach. The whole time walking back to the car, he kept whispering in your ear with a giddy laugh. “We’re having a boy…” You would just shake your head and respond with a big smile. “I know, Barnes, I know.”

You remember that same night that you found a name for your son, Christian Steven Barnes. You looked down at your joyful husband, having his hands on the sides of your stomach, whispering to your swollen belly. “I’m going to teach you how to walk, talk, ride a bike. How to shoot a gun and-” You gave him a warning glance with he just shrugged off. “All the things you need to know on how to grow up, especially how to woo the girls.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed while bringing your hands to Bucky’s hair and the other on the top of your stomach.

You remember the baby’s first kick. You were sitting in the living room while watching your favorite movie when you felt a kick sharp movement within your swollen belly. You placed a hand over where you felt it and it happened again. A smile broke from your face as you called you husband over from the kitchen. “Bucky, come here!”

You heard him run in with a worried look. “What, is something wrong?” He asked you while walking towards you.

You shook your head, your smile growing larger. “No, give me your hand.” You told him which he complied too by giving you his right hand. You placed his right hand on the side of your belly in which the movement happened again. “He’s kicking.”

Bucky had a shocked look but quickly faded to a similar look you had on your face. “He’s kicking, [Y/N]! Oh my god…” He whispered while moving to crouch in front of you. He placed now both f his hands on the side of your stomach, as he usually does, the small kicks coming every few minutes. “He’s got a strong kick… Like his dad.” He smiled as he started to talk to your unborn child.

You remember when your water broke and how much pain you were in with each contraction. You woke up Bucky with a hard punch. “Huh? What’s wrong? Are you and the baby all right?” His tired voice asked.

“My water broke, Bucky.”

With that sentence said, he jumped out of bed and started getting dress. He came up towards you and helped you into some cleaner pants and a new shirt and helped you hobble down the stairs, grabbing your baby bag and walk towards the car.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand, sadly being his right hand. He had the car you both had call the others, telling them that your water broke and that he would keep everyone updated.

When you reached the hospital, they quickly brought you to a room where you’d be by yourself. Bucky stayed by your side the whole time and he let you hold and crush with left hand instead of his right one. When you were ready too push, the birthing process came easy and quickly and you and both Bucky to have your son, Christian in your arms.

Now, Bucky sat beside you in the hospital bed, you had your head leaned against his shoulder as you held your sleeping son in your arms. You felt Bucky press a kiss to your forehead and whisper so he doesn’t wake up his son. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, [Y/N].”

As you opened your mouth to respond, the door opened to the Avengers, including T'Challa who wanted to see your miracle. “So, where’s the little rascal?”

#said dude that shows up dressed like a bird

Stories can make us fly.