His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

November 27, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

You loved your job.
Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn’t imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: ‘I am not going back to him.’

Stephen Strange wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst – a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange’s room and someone in his condition couldn’t just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. “Stephen?”

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. “What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you’ve come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!” Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently.
“I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this.”

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides.
“Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what’s the best for you,” you said moving closer to his bed. “Come on, show me your hands,” you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side.
“Fuck off,” he only hissed. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone to feel sorry about me. I’ll be fine by my own. If they wouldn’t have done that to me, it wouldn’t be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life.”

“Stephen… I don’t do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away.”

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

“I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal.”

“Time to heal, huh?!” Stephen turned his head to face you. “Do you hear your own words?! They’ve destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they’re sending someone like you,” he threw you a disdainful glance. “Pathetic.”

You shook your head and got up.
“You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!” You growled. “You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later,” you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn’t be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn’t be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won’t be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes.
“I don’t want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone.”

“Yes, yes. But you know what? I don’t care, just like you,” you said and smiled at him holding a tray. “It’s dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat,” you put the tray on his bedside table.

“And how do you imagine this, huh?” He snorted. “How can I eat with those?” man pointed at his bandaged palms. “I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling,” Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself.
“I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It’s not really a problem,” you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

“To you it may not be a problem but to me it’s a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels,” man summed up angrily. “Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole.”

“Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don’t care. Sure I do,” you rubbed bridge of your nose. “I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can’t act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you.”

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn’t protest.
He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands.
“You see! It wasn’t that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands.”

He did without complaining.
“And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that’s the truth,” he clenched teeth.

“I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not,” you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

“They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?” You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

“Do whatever you have to,” Strange sighed out loudly. “Besides, I thought you’re an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny,” his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms.
“Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you,” you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. “I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?”

He tilted his head slightly.
“No. Tell me.”

“I think you still have beautiful hands,” you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. “If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it’s gonna be better.”

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November 22, 2018December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine: Finding the Porg.
Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

You were walking around Falcon, admiring this old, still working ship.
It was an incredible experience to you but coldness was a bit frustrating.
You were wandering like this for a while before you heard a quiet sound, it was something like a chirps.

You looked around but didn’t really see anything, so you decided to follow the sound to find a source.
You were looking for ten minutes, until you’ve found a little bird-like creature, hiding in the vent.

“Hey… What are you doing here, little buddy? It’s not too safe for you to be in such a place,” you took off vent’s cover and smiled gently. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Creature looked at you and blinked with those big eyes. It ran up to you and nuzzled to your jacket.

You blinked.
“Oh… You are cold. Well, you aren’t the only one. I have an idea,” you said, then gently picked the animal up and put it into your jacket’s furry hood. "Here, now you should feel better.”

Animal let out few happy sounds and nuzzled to the fur in your hood.
You only giggled and then decided to join others.

“Hey, Finn! Wanna see something? Look what have I found in the vent,” you told to him and showed your hood.

"What is it?” Finn asked, looking at the animal.

“I have no idea. I mean… It’s a bird or at last something close to a bird but he or she likes my jacket,” you giggled.

“What have you got there, kid?” Poe asked and petted your shoulder as he joined you and Finn.

“I found this little animal that hides now in my hood. I think it trusts me. Maybe I shall adopt him or her,” you smiled at the pilot.

Poe looked into your hood and smiled. “Oh. You have a Porg there, well, you can always try to tame him.”

“Or her,” you added and then Porg jumped on to your shoulder. "Hey there, little one. Do you feel better?” You asked, gently touching Porg’s head.

Porg let out a soft sound and nuzzled to your hand.

“Aww, that’s too sweet for me,” Poe summed up, smiling, and Finn just laughed.

You giggled. "I think I have one more friend now.”

AUTHOR: Cass

Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

October 31, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed.
“Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply.
“Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes.
“Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded.
“Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head.
“Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter.
Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded.
“Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey… if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer.
“Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad. I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot.
“Uhm… Sorry sweetheart…”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night.
He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid… What the hell are you doing here at this hour?”
It was Tony.

Peter blinked.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom… I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh… Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So… Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”

Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

October 31, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence.
The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in.
You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something.
Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn’t solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in.
“Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead.
“Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire.
You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding.
“I do, Steve.”
This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms.
“I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder.
“I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

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

October 9, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

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?

„I will be a birb, dada!” || Bucky Barnes x Reader

September 15, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: Bucky stays with his little daughter alone in the house when you’re off to work. He has to look after her and when she hides from him, Bucky gets worried. But when he finally finds her, she has something important to tell him…

Warnings: none

Words: 1134

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N – you daughter’s name

„She was born with a hurricane for a soul, haha!” Bucky tilted his head a bit as he glared at your daughter. She was playing at the wooden floor with her beloved plush toys, punching a teddy bear with a plush zebra on and on, mumbling something under her breath.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at their reflection in the mirror in front of which you were standing, buttoning your white shirt, smoothing it with your hand.
“Do you remember what I’ve told you, James?” You asked rather softly, smiling at him as you turned head to face your beloved man.

He nodded eagerly.
“Of course, I do,” he said in a deep voice of his. “Don’t ya worry, Y/N, I’ll take care of our girl. You can go to work.”

You laughed shorty as you picked your purse up.
“Last time when you told me this, our house has turned into a mess that I had to deal with for a few long days, darling,” you smirked at him, shaking your head slightly. “I hope this time it’s gonna look better, James.”

He sighed, rolling his blue eyes.
“Yea. You have my word. We’ll be good this time, I swear. No playing with food, Y/D/N!” Bucky looked at your daughter.

She glared at him with those little, pursed lips of her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughter.

“Mommy, go!” Little girl blabbed loudly, punching her teddy bear. “Dada! I! Lone!”

You blinked and giggled.
“Yes, Y/D/N, mommy is going to work and you’ll be alone with daddy. Just be a good girl and listen to your papa,” you approached your daughter and crouched next to her to kiss top of her head.

She pecked your lips with her little finger and focused on her play again.

You came to Bucky and kissed him briefly.
“I’ll be back around 4 pm. Remember to make a meal for her,” you reminded him.

He patted your shoulder with a wild smile on his lips.
“Yea, yea, I remember, go now, Y/N!” He almost pushed you outside of the house.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and walked to your car. You got in, started an engine and drove down the street, trying not to look into a rear-view mirror.

Bucky was watching some show in TV.
He didn’t even know why he was watching it. He didn’t laugh when he was supposed to, he didn’t feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He was just sitting there, next to the Oreo packet until, to his surprise, they all were gone.
It was when he realized that something was wrong. He didn’t hear his daughter.

Bucky felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow.
The last time he trusted her out of his sight, his daughter almost broke her little hand when she fell off the porch straight onto a pavement.

“Y/D/N!” He said loudly but there was no response from her.

Bucky went quickly to girl’s room. She wasn’t there.

“She’s hurt. She’s bleeding. She needs me and I’m not there.”
All these thoughts were running through his head on and on, he could barely breathe.

Second later, he heard a soft giggles and within blink of an eye, he felt relief.

“Y/D/N? Where are you, sweetie?” Bucky asked quietly, getting on his knees and looking under the bed. She wasn’t there either.

“Cold, dada!” Bucky heard sweet voice of his daughter from a vicinity and he sighed, little smile crept onto his lips.

He got up and rested his metal hand on his hip. Bucky looked around trying to figure out, where his little girl was hid.
“Y/D/N,” he called softly, “c’mon, don’t fool your daddy, huh?” He opened door to her closet. There was nothing more but her clothes.

Another soft giggle, this time it came from closer distance then before. Bucky smirked, he was getting closer to her.

“Hey, kitty, kitty! Where is my little, cute girl?” Bucky walked around the room, checking all the places she could be hidden in but without a result.

And then he noticed her. He blinked, Bucky didn’t even try to hide his astonishment.

She was sitting on the top of her closet, rolled in a ball, observing him with her little blue eyes and smirk on her lips.
When she noticed he was glaring up at her, she knelt and clapped her little hands, cheering.
“Dada, dada! Did it!” Girl bounced on her knees like she was dancing to music only she could hear.

Bucky laughed loudly and went to the closet, reaching his hands and opening his arms for her.
“C’mere, Y/D/N. Come to papa,” he encouraged her.

Girl nodded and crawled to the edge of the closet and simply jumped into her father’s arms.

Bucky hugged her tightly, kissing girl’s cheeks.
“Don’t do this ever again to me, baby. Daddy was worried you got hurt. Beside, how did you got there?” He asked as he put her down on the floor, kneeling in front of her.

Girl moved like her knees were just hinges, wobbling to and fro before falling on her bottom. Then she clapped like it was all part of the plan and rolled to her stomach to get up again. When she did, she spun around herself, tossing hems of her tulle skirt, giggling.
“Dada! I grow, I be like uncle Falcon! I will be a birb, dada!” She clapped her hands and jumped few times, laughing.

Bucky blinked few times, chuckling with a consternation.
“Excuse me, young lady, what did you say, huh?” He had to hear it again, Bucky wanted to laugh so hardly but he was trying his best to keep a straight face. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and started recording his daughter. “Can you repeat what you’ve just said, Y/D/N?”

She nodded with a smirk.
“Yes, dada! I will be birb like uncle Falcon before me!” Girl said proudly.

Bucky turned the filming off, he quickly clicked on ‘share’ button and send the short video to you and Sam with a note: “someone has a new idol and, surprisingly, it’s not me.”

Bucky’s daughter giggled, waving her arms for the pick-up she knew was coming, but before she was hoisted high, she was on her bottom again.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from laughing this time. He picked girl up and rocked her in his arms, cuddling with her.
“I love you, little bunny.” He said firmly, stroking her cheek with his metal finger.

She grabbed his metal hand and nuzzled to it.
“Love dada too.” She stated simply and it was enough to melt Bucky’s heart.

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

September 11, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

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.

Sweet Domination || Bucky x Reader smut

September 3, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: You like to be sub when Bucky likes to be dom. A sweet play never comes to an end between two of you.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talks, light BDSM

Words: 2379

Author: Rouge & Beast

The dark room was like a place out of time, a place to rest without consequence. The darkness in that way was a sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget the things the world said had to be done.

The wooden doors opened slowly, quietly. Then a little click and lights went on.

Bucky walked into the bed like it was his own home, kicking off his shoes messily at the door and smiling widely as he dropped something onto the nearest chair. Barnes was never good at hiding surprise and this occasion was no different. The man ran his hands through his hair, quite aware that his attractiveness was enhanced by his more rugged qualities.

You smirked – just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head.
“Hi there, handsome.”
You stretched lazily. Alluringly, you would blink your eyes from time to time, allowing your eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot…” Bucky swallowed hardly, his steel blue eyes on your body as he laid down next to you.
The charm of your physique stole insensibly upon him. The lines of your body were long, clean and symmetrical. His metal finger trailed along your waist, his glistening eyes still on yours.

You closed your eyes for a second, admiring the moment of pleasure when his metal fingers were traveling up and down your hips. The coldness was a sensation to your skin, little goosebumps appeared in few places and you sucked on your lower lip.
“Mmm, you’re so good to me, Barnes.” You whispered under your breath, slowly rolling on your side, wrapping arm around his neck. “You know how to turn me on, don’t you?” You asked softly against his ear, brushing his bearded cheek with your tender lips.
Your fingers severely tangled in the dark hair of his.

His metal hand squeezed your hip roughly and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“Call me Barnes again and I’ll have to punish your sexy ass, Y/N.”
He told you with a short, wry chuckle, leaning to you and slowly sucking on your pulse point.

You bit your lower lip again and tugged on his hair gently.
“You’ll punish your little doll, Barnes? How rude of you.” You chuckled softly, with a rude grimace on your face as you slowly ran tip of your tongue along your half-opened lips.

He shook his head and kissed you, your tongues were dancing together for a second, then he caught your lip with his teeth and pulled it gently, with a smirk.
“Bad doll. Ain’t it funny. Gotta get punished.”

He slipped his hands beneath your nightgown and tugged your panties down. He rolled on top of you, pinning you completely down to the mattress with his weight. He was kissing wherever he could reach, his palms were wandering over your body.
He knelt between your thighs second later and took his own shirt by the head.

You let out a sigh, admiring his body.
He was muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. His strong hands held your hips as he stared deep into your eyes. Muscles on his shoulders tensed, beautiful lines popped up.
He could have had almost anyone, he could have had someone with a bigger bust, a smaller waist, blonde hair and more self-confidence. But the only person he has wanted was you. No one else.

You reached your hand and slowly caressed his tensed shoulders, humming softly, looking him deep in the eye.
“You’re so handsome, Barnes.” You teased, slowly cupping your breasts to play with them, giving him a little show. “I was such a naughty, little doll.” You grunted in a deep voice and smirked as you noticed, how he slipped his metal arm into his sweatpants, slowly jerking on his cock. “Mmm… Such a good boy.”

You sucked on your two fingers slowly, still looking at him, then you slipped hand between your thighs to slowly rub over your yet wet clit.

Bucky blushed and hummed, he increased movements on his shaft, even though his pants you could see, how hard he was jerking himself.
“On your knees, little cunt.” He ordered as he got up, kicking his pants off.

You smirked and obediently slipped out of bed, getting down on your knees and taking his hard cock in your hand.

“Do you want it in your mouth, whore?” Bucky asked, his voice was husky, his eyes on you.
You nodded and opened your mouth to take its full length slowly into your throat, your tongue undulating over his warm skin. You gripped his legs and then his firm ass. You were slowly bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes were still on him. You pulled him out of your mouth only to spit on his tip and pumped your hand along his length, spreading your saliva over his cock to make him wetter.

“Good doll.” He moaned and you braced for him to cum in your mouth. He pulled your hair and forcibly you to your feet, stopping his impending orgasm. “On the bed, whore.” He ordered, his voice was cold enough to send shivers down your spine.

You nodded and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for his next command to comply.

"Spread your fucking legs.” Bucky’s voice was even deeper and you slowly did what he has wanted.

He knelt in front of you, burying his face between your thighs and the only thing you could do was moan his name on and on.
His tongue was swirling along your clit, his metal fingers found their way into your wet core. Your legs started to shaking, you arched your back, instinctively slipping hands into his hair.
Bucky hummed in acceptance and sucked hardly on your pussy, his teeth caught your lips gently and he pulled them a bit, sucking on them at the same time. His other hand cupped your breast and was slowly massaging it.

Soon, you moaned loudly as the wave of pleasure washed over you, the release you’ve been desperately seeking.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You grunted, tugging on his hair and rolling your hips to press your sweet spot to his lips as much as you could.

Bucky swallowed all of your cum, kissing your inner thighs after. He got up, towering over you.

You slid your own hand over you belly and slipped a finger between your pussy lips, into your vagina, and up over your clitoris. You were soaking wet; massaging your finger over your swollen clit wrenched another spasm from you. You withdrew it quickly and licked it, your eyes on Bucky. When you looked down his body, you could easily see a precum glistening on his tip. You licked your lips.
“I want to suck your cock again. May I?” You made puppy eyes, begging him for the thing you were craving the most.

“Yes, you may.” He nodded slightly, smiling at you as he took step back from the bed, making some room for you.

You knelt down in front of him again. You reached out to lick his tip.

“Oh God.” Bucky moaned as his hands finally reached for your head. He held your head still and thrusted his hips at you. You smiled as you opened your lips to let that wet, velvety head slide between them. You closed your lips around it and sucked the precum off. This time there was no doubting his intentions when he started thrusting against your mouth. You let more of it slide in with each forward thrust. You ran your tongue over and around the head as he pulled back and let your tongue slid hard against the underside when he thrusted in. It wasn’t long before you knew Bucky was close to cumming. He knew it too and stepped back before he could.

He pushed you on the bed. Bucky stood between your legs and lowered himself on top of you. His cock slid into you and you brought your legs up around his waist. Bucky started thrusting into you and you could feel the orgasm building up again. You wanted it to go on and on. Then he stopped and pushed your legs down.

“Please, don’t stop!” You begged him.

Bucky just smiled at you and pulled you up into a sitting position. His cock was wet and shiny from your juices and he offered it to me pressing it up toward your face. By this time you were so hot for him that you both knew you’d do anything he wanted. His cock looked so good that you reached over and licked him clean. It tasted of you and as you licked a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip. You licked that off too and sucked him into your mouth. Bucky began thrusting into again, grunting. You could feel how excited he was and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. You felt him sliding against your tongue and you pulled his hips toward you so you could get it all.

“Don’t stop, cunt.” Bucky groaned as he thrust himself into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His thrusts were coming faster and he shoved his hands into your hair to hold you still. He continued to fuck your mouth and you moaned feeling how much he was enjoying it. Your pussy was flooded with juices and you wanted so badly to cum. Just when you thought he was going to cum in your mouth, he stopped again.

“You know, you’ve been very bad doll, so I don’t know if you deserve this.” He said simply, slipping his cock out of your lips. “Get up.”

He stepped back and reached for the item he had dropped onto the chair earlier. It was white and when he shook it, you could see it was some kind of cloth. He had cut a towel into strips and made four ties out of it. He motioned for you to move down to the end of the bed.

“Sit down.” Bucky commanded, pointing to the chair.

You obediently sat down and he put one of the ties around your right forearm and fastened it to the arm of the chair.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

He didn’t answer but continued with the task of tying your left arm to the left side of the chair. Then he knelt in front of me and you felt him tying your ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Why are you tying me up?” You asked, cold shivers were running down your spine. Bucky and you had discussed tying each other up and had agreed that the activity would require a lot of trust on the tied person’s part.

“I’m just going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t behave.” Bucky answered and smirked. Now, you were unable to do more than move your upper body forward and scoot a little forward or back against the chair. “You see, when you misbehave, you have to be taught to obey.” He continued. “Now, I am going to have some fun and if you can show me you know how to be good, maybe you can have some fun, too.” He licked his lips, his metal arm jerked on his cock few times.

With that, Bucky knelt in front of you. His head moved forward and his lips encircled one of your nipples. He licked and sucked it to a hard point before he moved to the other one. It received the same treatment and you were moaning before he decided he had enough of that. He trailed his lips down your belly and buried his face in your mound. You scooted forward as far as you could in the chair and pressed your legs against the sides of the chair so he would have better access. He began licking your juices and plunging his tongue into you slit. Your clit was hard and straining toward his mouth when he finally put his lips against it.

“Does that feel good?” Bucky hummed softly.

“You know it does.” You panted at him. “Please, don’t stop.” You were on the verge of cumming again.

He kept his movements until you came all over his bearded mouth. You arched your back as much as you could and when he got up, jerking on his cock, you grinned at him.

“Untie me now, little fucker.” You grunted, pretending to be angry.

“You don’t sound like you have the proper respect for me yet.” Bucky stood looking down at you.

“I’m going to show you how much I respect you if you ever let me go, Buck.” You answered. He chuckled and untied one arm.

You reached the arm up and pulled him down so your lips could meet. Your tongues slid against each other as Bucky untied the other arm. You could see he was still as aroused as you were.

Bucky untied you completely, including your ankles and he yanked you up and into his arms.

He turned you around and shoved you down onto the bed. He reached down before you even quit bouncing and lifted your legs up so your feet were on his shoulders. Bucky rubbed his cock against your pussy and finally thrust deeply into you. You could feel your pussy closing around the hardness it craved.

“Please, don’t stop.,” You begged as he started thrusting. You grabbed handfuls of the sheets and moaned loudly with each thrust. You tried to wait for him but you were just too to wait any longer. Your orgasm was long and powerful and you knew he could feel it as your pussy squeezed his hard cock with each spasm.

“I’m cumming!” Bucky groaned as he thrusted hard into you one more time. You felt the jerks as his cock emptied itself inside you. He released your legs and collapsed on top of you, gasping for air. You closed arms around him and you stayed like that while your heartbeats returned to normal.

You were already thinking about the next time and what you were going to do when it was your turn to tie him up.

Happy Birthday || Bucky Barnes x Reader || Drabble

September 1, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: You’re having a rough day. Also, everyone seems to forget about your birthday. Bucky Barnes is the one to save the day ☺

Warnings: none

Words: 879

Author: Rouge

Y/D/N
– your dog’s name

It was one of those days when you were sad enough to stay at your room, no one could approach you nor talk to you. Even Bucky Barnes, who was your best friend, was pushed aside during drop in your form.

That day, however, you were not only sad but also frustrated. Your assignment has been postponed to someone else and you got furious when you heard about this fact, plus everyone seemed to forget it was your birthday. You felt pretty abandoned.

“Of course! Again! Fury doesn’t know what he’s doing!” You were screaming while leaving the director’s office. “I’d be better than Natasha and he only sees her on this mission, because Banner is going too!” You smashed the door behind you.

On the corridor you met Bucky.

“Hey, Y/N, sup there?” He asked, smiling widely. His grin faded as quickly as it showed up when he spotted your angry grimace. “Hey, what’s wrong, Y/N?”

“What’s wrong? You ask me what’s wrong!?” You yelled, waving your hands furiously. “They again took someone else on the mission to Europe! What am I?! What the actually hell!?” You were screaming.
When you felt how tears are gathering themselves in corners of your eyes, you simply sat on the floor, crossing legs and hiding face in your hands.
“I’ll never be as good as they are. Will never be as smart as they are.” You sighed, letting tears rolled down your cheeks. “I was working so hard to get this task. It’s my work, not their! I researched everything, I set everything up, finally it was me who found that missing agent in Kiev! And Fury has decided to take Banner and Natasha! Because she knows the terrain and he’s smart enough to get through firewalls of their system! Ha!” You let words flew, not paying attention to three workers who passed you by with curious glances.

Bucky crouched next to you, his metal arm on your shoulder.
“Hey, Y/N, don’t ya worry. It’s not the last time. There will be another missions.”

You looked him in the eye, still crying, with a deep sigh.
“And they will be assuring me about my trip to crush my dreams within second?” You shrugged. “I don’t care anymore. I just can’t with their shit.”

Bucky chuckled softly, rubbing your cheek with his flash hand.
“Hey. Come with me. I think you should see something. I think someone needs your help.”

His soft voice has calmed you down quickly, you gave him your hand and let him help you to get back on your feet. You followed Bucky to common saloon at the lower level of Avengers Tower.

“What should I see? I don’t see anything at all, Buck.” You narrowed brows, looking at him with a frown. “If you’re fooling me, you’ll have problem. I am completely not in a mood for this…” You silenced.

You heard a quiet barking and a sound of claws on the wooden panels.
Your heart stopped, you were terrified, squeezing Bucky’s flash hand as hardly as you could. You slowly turned your head around, your eyes opened widely.

In front of you and Bucky, there was standing a beagle puppy, wagging its tail. Little puppy was barking quietly, licking its nose every now and then.

“OH GOD!” You squeaked loudly, getting on your knees and chuckling to call the dog. “Come here, little one!”

Dog ran to you happily, falling over twice because of lack of coordination. You reached your hands to puppy and took it into your arms, getting up slowly while petting the dog.

“How did he come here?” You asked, looking at Bucky in shock. “He’s so cute! Maybe he got lost?”

It was when you noticed a collar on puppy’s neck, with a little charm in front. You took it between your fingers to read what was written there.

For Y/N, my bestie, on her b-day. Bucky.

You heart stopped for the second time. You slowly raised your head, giving him a look.
“Buck…” You whispered, covering mouth with other hand while holding puppy with second one. “You haven’t forgotten…” You mumbled, feeling a single tear on your cheek. “Dear Lord…”

You slowly and gently put puppy on the floor, took step to Bucky and hugged him tightly.
“I have the best friend I could ever have!” You cried softly as his arms were embracing your form.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Bucky said with happy voice, kissing top of your head. “I hope this little guy will be a nice companion to you. I knew you like puppies. And when I saw him during last visit to city center with Steve, I decided to get him for you.” Barnes explained shortly.

“It’s the greatest gift I ever got!” You clapped your hands, your eyes on puppy who was running around two of you. “What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have one, yet. It’s up to you now, Y/N.” Bucky smirked.

“Hmmm… Y/D/N!” You told him happily, then you got down on your knees to petted dog’s head. “You’re Y/D/N from today!” You giggled. “How cute is he!” You whispered when dog laid down and rolled onto his back to get some belly rubs.

Bucky smiled at you from above.

“Once again, happy birthday, Y/N.”

Roomba Fighter || Bucky x Reader

August 30, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

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!”