Bucky Barnes Mannerisms, Habits (sad+humorous) X Reader

Accidental Assault (Bucky x Reader) Fluff & Angst - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

WARNINGS: Somewhat gratuitous violence towards the ex-bf. It's more explicit than overkill. Also a fair amount of cussing in the first half. Cheating.

Thinking it would be nice,

you returned home with Jerry's favourite coffee, a cheesecake, and some burritos. Nothing could have broken your spirit. Not only had Fury given you a raise, Clint and Laura were expecting! You'd be an aunt! You hadn't asked but if Tony was going to be an uncle, you would damn well get to be an aunt.

"Jay? Babe, I have burritos!"

Silence greeted you. Frowning, you hummed curiously. He was supposed to be home, wasn't he? Crap. You checked your watch as you slid the goods onto the coffee table. No, no, you were right. Where was he?

"Babe?" You called again, walking towards the room. Maybe he was in the shower.

Pushing the bedroom door open, giggling greeted your ears.

"Ba.."

Entwined on the bed like some Peruvian romance painting was Jerry and a blonde woman you'd never seen before.

What?

You couldn't move. You were frozen. This can't be right. 'Am I in the right apartment?' You thought, taking a step back. Same dresser, same bed, same gaudy lamp you bought for a buck fifty.

"Shit!" Jerry hissed, struggling to get out from the twisted heap of your lovely egyptian cotton sheets. They were your favourite. And now they're tangled in between this woman's legs.

She was beautiful, really. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a beauty mole just below her lips. Jerry looked good. All hot and bothered. And look, he's even still hard. Wait, he's saying something.

What's your name again?

"-Y/N, seriously, come on. Hello??"

You stared at him. Jerry. Right. Your bed.

"Babe, this is totally worse than it looks. Uh, Jasm-"

Snapping, you tensed up like a rabid dog and found your arm slowly moving towards his perfect face. Jerry.

Jerry's head snapped back violently with a spray of blood erupting from his nose. Jasmawhatever shrieked, trying to get out from your sheets, and started spiting slurs at you.

"You slut, what the fuck?!" She screamed as she managed to clamber out of the bed and stumble towards you. Idly you noticed she had almost ridiculously large breasts. Huh.

Struggling on the floor, Jerry gasped and hissed in pain, clutching his prett- ugly ass face as he stood up.

"Y/N, fuck, what the hell is WRONG WITH YOU?" he spluttered. Blood dripped from between his fingers and spilled down his chest. In the back of your mind part of you laughed as some of it landed on the tip of his dick.

"What's wrong with me?" You questioned, puzzled. Is there something wrong with me..

And then everything became clear again. Jerry, the son-of-a-bitch was cheating on you. In your apartment. In your bed. ON YOUR NICE SHEETS.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" you screamed, voice cracking. Reering back to balance on the balls of your feet, you almost laughed. It came out manic and hysterical.

"HELLO, MOTHERFUCKER!" you screamed again, this time purposefully and deliberately arching your arm back to suckerpunch him. Natasha had shown you the best way to lay out an enemy, and now, as far as you are concerned, Jerry is the fucking enemy.

Your fist cracked against his head again, loud enough that even you winced, and he crumpled to the floor with a pitiful yelp. Behind him the blonde woman cried out and rushed to catch him, missing. She crouched naked, fussing over him for a moment before she looked up at you, clearly deliberating over fight or flight.

Numbly, yet bitter and vaguely enraged, you stared at her blankly.

"Come on, come on," she hurridly whispered to him, trying to pull him up. They struggled, with Jerry moaning into his hand, and 'Jasma' weakly trying to lift him. They managed to stand, and then hurried to the door, fleeing from the room. You stayed, staring at the droplets of blood on the floor.

There was a crash from the living room and you supposed Jerry had just fallen onto your glass coffee table, breaking it. Another prized possession destroyed by Jerry.

"Oh, and uh, what's ya name again?" The woman yelled sarcastically, "Oh yeah, (incorrect name) we'll see you in court, you homewrecking bitch!"

Then the front door slammed.

Homewrecking. How funny..

--

The next thing you see is a short, squat man tapping the bars before you impatiently.

"Finally," he muttered to himself, "Hurry up, kid. Your bail posted."

Bail? Wait, WHAT?

"B-bail..? What?" You spluttered, rocking to your feet unsteady and dazed. "Are these bars?!?"

"Jesus chriist," the man sighed, rolling his eyes before he reached out and yanked you from the cell you were apparently confined in. Stumbling into his chest before you lurched away, you ended up crashing back into the bars with a wince.

"Your bail posted," the man said slowly. You notice he's wearing a blue uniform and has a badge on his laple. Fuck. Jerry. That's right.

You nodded numbly.

"Your ride is here. I'm going to take you to the front desk, and then uncuff you. You will then be free to leave. Understand?"

Fucking Jerry that bastard. He'll see you in court? Fine, you'll mail him exorbitant bills for all your hard earned housewares he'd broken while frolicking with goldilocks. You could probably smash a few things up and add it to the bill. You didn't want to keep anything he'd ever touched anyway.

"Right, okay." You croaked, throat parched.

He pursed his lips before leading the way to a small office area, where he uncuffed you and told you to sign some papers. You should probably read them but you just wanted to leave at this point.

"This way," the man sighed again, unlocking a heavy steel door. He must really hate his job..

Stepping out into the station foyer, you stood unsure what to do.

"Have a nice day, ma'am," he said dryly before he slammed the door behind you.

Great. You don't know where you are, you probably look like a lunatic, and your feet are cold. Where are your shoes??

A low whistle caught your attention. Great, now some jackas-

Bucky Barnes stood leaning against a wall, staring at you bemused.

Even worse.

"You are not a sight for sore eyes," he remarked, taking in your appearance. There was a tinted window next to him but you feared seeing your reflection so stayed away.

"Fuck you, Barnes," you spat.

His face twitched, and you couldn't tell if it was amusement or anger. Sighing, your head dropped in shame.

"I'm sorry, sorry.."

Barnes pushed off to the wall and walked to you until he was so close you could see his boots. You refused to look up.

"What was that?" He asked innocently.

Groaning, wishing your hair wasn't knotted up into a painful bun and instead could hide your enflamed face,

"I'm sorry," you croaked pitifully.

He half huffed, half chuckled before shaking his head.

"Aight, doll, come on," he said, gently grasping your shoulder and steering you towards the station doors. Stepping out, you breathed in the city fumes greedily.

"To your apartment, or..?" Bucky trailed off, eyeing you carefully. You still refused to look at him, obviously ashamed. He didn't know what to do. All Stark had said was that you were at the station and he had to pay off the officers not to charge you with assault. When Bucky tried to pry for more information Stark had just shaken his head and said to ask you himself. He planned to but now didn't seem like the best time.

When you had stepped out from the booking bay, he had been shocked. Normally your hair is perfectly groomed, never a hair out of place, and yet right now it was in a messy bun and curling around your face. You looked gaunt and pale, clearly upset, and a small splattering of blood could be found on your white blouse. And to top it off, you had no shoes.

Bucky had figured something bad must have happened. Considering your lab tech status and general passive if not sweet nature, anything violent was more than out of sorts. So surely, whoever you had supposedly assaulted deserved it right? His stomach twisted painfully at the thought that you may have been in danger. He was dying to know but it would have to wait.

Unfortunately, Bucky had walked the two blocks from the tower.

"I'll call a cab," he eventually said when he recieved no response. That snapped you out of it.

You shook your head, "No, no. It's only like, two blocks or something to the tower. I'll be fine."

He nodded uncertainly, wishing you meet his eyes. "Not your apartment then?"

"Nope," you replied, popping the 'p'.

Silence reigned as the two of you walked, Bucky carefully shadowing your every step and examining the footpath for anything sharp or dangerous. Once you arrived and ascended in the elevator, it became awkward.

"Stark has free rooms ready," Bucky grumbled, staring at your reflection in the shining elevator walls.

His eyes burned into you like an itch, making you want to cry and scream and tell him just how much of an ass Jerry is. But he wouldn't care. You barely knew each other despite seeing him most days. You'd even designed the upgrades for arm, but somewhat socially nervous, had insisted Cho be the one to fit them.

"Okay..um," you cleared your throat, finally looking at him in aprehension, "Is there.. ah, I dunno, somewhere I can go for a bit where I won't be bothered.. I know at least Cho will come and pester me, and I just.." You sighed through your nose, wanting nothing more than a warm blanket and a bottle of wine.

Bucky's lips twisted as he thought about it, while you silently urged him to think of somewhere, anywhere, away from prying eyes. The residents of the tower, Avengers or genius scientists alike, may mean well but right now you just couldn't do it.

"Well.."

"Please," you begged, hating the desperation in your voice.

"Only," he began, head cocking to the side. It seemed playful, but why? "If you tell me why you were arrested."

Which is exactly what you didn't want to do. The one thing you absolutely didn't want to do. And yet you absolutely wanted to be alone and calm. Weighing the options in your head, you considered Barnes, unintentionally scrutinising him,

He's not really the conversational type, doesn't gossip, definitely has his own demons and likes privacy. He had picked you up, too.. oh god, he didn't pay your bail, did he? Oh please no. Stark, Cho, fucking Peter, anyone but a guy you'd spoken all of ten words to prior to today.

Slumping, you agreed.

Pleased, he smiled at you. "Follow me."

--

Now seated in his apartment with a warm afghan around your shoulders, you stared at him. He stared back. You drained your glass of water, wondering who would crack first.

A minute passed and you had to accept it was you.

"Alright, what do you want to know..?"

He smiled at you. It was relaxing. You tried to smile back but you were sure you looked more frightening than friendly.

He leaned back, sinking into the couch, and for the first time you could really see him. Despite your interactions in the lab, which really constituted "Morning." and "Here you go, Mr Barnes." you had never really taken him in. If you thought of him, it was more of a shadow. Tall, menacing- although you'd never really been intimidated- and with his ridiculously broad shoulders and bulging muscles, very attractive. But it was his wolfish eyes, slight aftershadow, and shoulder length hair that you'd never quite seen before. Each time his file (the watered down, medical version) passed your desk, you'd only ever had the technicians focus on the man.

"I wish you'd been the one to smack him," you blurted. Your eyes went wide before you slapped your hands across your mouth. Crap.

His eye brows shot up. "So you did assault someone?" He asked incredulously.

"Uh."

He started laughing. "Seriously? Aight, start from the beginning."

You sighed once again.

After you were done, Bucky stared at you open mouthed. He was completely shocked. Not only was that just plain wrong, but he would have never done such a thing when he was a civilian. Heck, he wouldn't do that now. Being a ladies man was one thing but a relationship, especially an eight year one, was not something he could imagine using as some coy joke.

It hurt him, too. It hurt him to see you so upset, and it hurt him because.. because not only did you not deserve that, but he would never do that. Bucky would never do that to you. Never.

"You're fucking joking," he finally said.

You pursed your lips. "No, Mr Barnes, I am not fucking joking. And now I'm going to be charged with at least a misdemeanor, if not aggrivated assault." Moaning to yourself, you flopped backwards, eyeing the empty glass. What you'd do for a little wine.

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  part two   bucky barnes x reader   word count: 2517   warnings: cussing possibly   a/n: hey! this is part one since it was really long and I didnt want people to get annoyed with the length! I don’t own anything marvel.

  “We don’t need anymore doctors on site.” Steve insisted. You sat in the corner of the room, jotting down notes as quickly as you could.

  You joined the team unofficially as their mission processor. You were in charge of how many paramedics and doctors you would have on hand, you kept track of all the supplies they took on mission, and exactly what team members were in the field and what team members stayed behind for backup.

  You didn’t mind whatsoever that you were never out on the field. In fact you liked the simplicity of the job. In reality, your only job was to be organized which was not a problem. It payed well and gave you a place to live. You had a room somewhere else in the compound and most nights were quiet.

  The only hard part was watching who went on the missions. And this one seemed a million times more serious than the last. You were looking at nearly a thousand soldiers with alien power control. Somehow the enemy got their hands on some of the alien tech from when Loki decided to pay Earth a visit and now, they had power, and numbers stacked against the Avengers. There wouldn’t be many if any people staying home this time.

  “Please, don’t go.” You whispered through the dark. You knew it was pointless to ask but you had to try. “You know I have to.” Bucky whispered back.  You had been in a relationship with Bucky ever since you were assigned as his rehab doctor. You spent months and months, patient every time, trying to get him to talk, adjust.

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me, interacting with another 20+ year old on tumblr:

Steve: “Buck, stop! You’re going to kill someone!”

Bucky: “Bucky never meant to kill. Bucky only meant to maim or seriously injure.”

I’m Bad At Love (But You Can’t Blame Me For Trying)

A WinterIron plot bunny idea I had and wanted to get out because I’ve seen Hanahaki Disease floating around my dash for a bit, and I couldn’t give up a good idea what I had it. I don’t feel like it’s a fully fleshed out enough fic to post on AO3, but I just like the concept. Bad At Love by Halsey inspired the title because fuck Halsey and her feels. (the aesthetic is mine)

Tony was four, the first time he caught Hanahaki. Four. And if that weren’t sad enough in concept, it was even worse knowing it was from his father.

Tony had just built his first circuit board. Worked on it for weeks, which to a four-year-old felt like a world of time and energy. But he’d finished it. And it worked. He’d shown Jarvis first, and the reaction from his caretaker had been one that lit up Tony’s world. Tony was sure, oh he was so sure, if Jarvis had loved it so much, his father would have at least liked it a little bit. Sure, he’d always been a bit distant with Tony, but Tony had worked so hard. He’d worked so hard.

But when his little hands thrust the circuit board toward his father, almost as if it were an offering, big brown eyes wide with hope, the only response he got was his father raising a hand to him, sending Tony and the circuit board down tumbling to the ground with one strike. It was then, lying on the ground at his father’s feet, Tony coughed up his first flower. He was too young to even understand what it was supposed to mean, he only knew that when his father crushed the flower with his foot as he walked away from Tony, Tony’s chest ached.

After that, Tony was conservative with his love. It took him even weeks to accept love from Jarvis, too afraid of being pushed away again. He eventually got over it, but he was still too skittish to love someone new, for the time being.

The first time it was a romantic love, was with Rhodey. Rhodey was amazing in every way, and Tony couldn’t help fall for him. And sure, Rhodey loved him back, he’d made that very clear, but the pinched look on his face the first time Tony coughed up flowers when Rhodey mentioned he was straight said it all. Platonic love wasn’t enough. At least, for Tony.

But Tony convinced Rhodey he’d be able to get over it, and he was, eventually. It took months, Tony even considered surgery, but eventually, he did really feel happy for Rhodey when he saw him with some girl and stopped coughing up those damned flowers.

At his parent’s funeral, someone had once asked Tony how he felt. His only response had been to stare at his mother’s gravestone with a heavy heart, then choke up a mouthful of flowers. It made sense, he guessed. She couldn’t love him if she was dead. There were good reasons Tony was an atheist. No one, not even his mother, could love him beyond the grave.

Tony wasn’t even surprised when it happened with Pepper. After Rhodey, Tony had given up on trying not to fall in love. Most of his crushes went as quick as they came, one of the main reasons they were never requited, Tony supposed. He was just bad at love. He couldn’t seem to make it last. Going back and forth between coughing up flowers and not; until Tony didn’t even bother paying attention to who was the cause. They wouldn’t matter in a few weeks.

But Pepper’s had lasted so achingly long. So long that Tony actually forced himself to go through with the surgery, only because he couldn’t handle the disapproving looks from Pepper every time he coughed up petals around her. It hurt, not only physically to have the flowers removed, but also emotionally. To have one of his most lasting loves ripped from his heart, just because he couldn’t contain himself.

He was just bad at love.

With Steve, it had been surprising. At least to Tony, anyway. Tony thought he hated Steve, detested every inch of his being. And Tony supposed he did, in some ways. But for reasons that couldn’t seem to stick. At least not the way his love did.

It had startled both of them when Tony started coughing up flowers when Steve had snapped out some insult at him. The look of disgust on Steve’s face somewhat reminded Tony of Howard’s reaction. It did, even more, when Steve stormed out of the room, crushing petals that had fallen to the ground with his step.

After Steve, Tony decided he would never fall in love again. It was a vain promise, sure, but Tony vowed to follow it, even if it led him to the grave. He didn’t want to ever have to deal with a mouthful of flowers again. To him, that’s all that love was.

Maybe that was the real reason it took him so long to realize he was in love with Bucky.

Sure, Tony hit it off with Bucky. More so than anyone had predicted they would, all things considered. The lingering touches, the flirtings, the inside jokes, the sweet laughter at two am.

Natasha was the person to bring it up to Tony.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” She asked one night over coffee when it was much too late for either of them to be drinking coffee.

Tony glanced up. “Nat, I’ve been over Steve for almost a year now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not Steve. Bucky.”

Tony frowned. “Haven’t been puking up any petunias lately, so nope, don’t think so.”

“You’d only have Hanahaki if it was unrequited, Tony.” She sipped her coffee.

“I-what?” Tony paused, staring at her. “I don’t-James doesn’t-”

“Tony.” Natasha cut him off. “You’re the only person in this Tower who calls him by his first name, and I’m positive he’d punch anyone else who tried. And same goes for him calling you Anthony. You look at him like he’s your moon, he looks at you like your his sun. It’s ridiculous how sappy you both are.”

Tony stared at her. “I don’t…”

“Hush.” Natasha flicked his head. “Ask him out for coffee sometime.”

“I can’t do that.” Tony stared at her with impossibly wide eyes.

“Why not?”

Tony blinked. He supposed she had a point. But grasping the idea that he had a crush on Bucky was… it felt impossible. Tony was so used to love and Hanahaki being bound together for him, one couldn’t exist without the other. The idea that he loved Bucky was barely overshadowed by the realization that Bucky loved him back.

Bucky loved him. Someone loved Tony. For once in Tony’s life, someone returned the affection he was so used to burning and withering away inside of him.

For that reason, Tony was terrified. Terrified he might get over this crush on Bucky as quickly as he had his previous crushes, and he’d leave Bucky just as hurt as others had left him. Tony couldn’t do that to someone else. He just couldn’t. Maybe Tony was bad at love, but he had to try.

“Okay. I’ll ask him out for coffee sometime.”

Auld Lang Syne

summary: biker!bucky and reader realise they both don’t like new year’s. word count: 1.385 note: so this is my first time writing biker!bucky so please please please tell me how it is and what i could do better masterlist

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky could see someone pacing and kicking the dirt up and muttering to themselves just outside the bar’s entrance.

“Not a crowd person?” Bucky called out, flicking his cigarette before placing it in his mouth again. You stopped pacing and turned your head in the direction of the voice, heart almost coming to a complete stop as you made eye contact with the leader of the motorcycle club that owned the bar. He looked like a sin, leaning back against his black motorcycle, feet crossed and muscles just begging to be released from the confines of his plaid shirt. You watched as he threw his cigarette to the ground and toed it out with his dirty brown boots and god did he look good doing that.

“You gonna answer me, sweetheart?” Bucky asked as he wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” you muttered, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

“So?”

“So what?” You asked as you cautiously walked closer to him.

Bucky let out a chuckle and began to roll up his sleeves, showing off his incredibly toned arms which made it even harder to focus.

“I asked ya if you weren’t a crowd person.”

“Oh yeah, no, not really. Well, I don’t really mind but I prefer to not be in a crowd, so really yeah I’m not a crowd person,” you rambled on. Bucky just nodded and you could hear someone yell something inside of the bar causing a loud combined laughter to erupt, filling the silence that had washed over the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile at hearing everyone’s laugh and knowing they were having a good time. Bucky looked down at you and smiled because of how infectious your smile was.

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chris evans is literally the most stereotypical straight man ever like he drinks beer and he’s from boston and he watches football and swears a lot but literally every single time he opens his mouth its like a signal for my gay ass to be like ‘THIS. is the only man i love’ and he could literally be talking about how he likes his dick to be sucked and i’d STILL be whipped just sitting there like ‘yes thats very profound’