A/N: So Im back. Bucky and Jades story continues. Heres some fluff and a little angst and some smut.

Two weeks felt like an eternity to Jade. The seconds ticked by like hours, the hours went by like days, and the days went by like weeks. She was happy to distract herself with work, picking up extra shifts on her days off, dodging questions about why she wanted to work so much and just where she had gotten the bruises on her neck. Work went by quickly, that was no problem, it was when she got off work or had a day off where she couldn't pick up a shift, and she was left to spend the day in her apartment, hiding in her room from Iris that were the worst. It was when she was alone that time moved too slowly, where she was plagued with thoughts of him and everything that had gone wrong.

Lying had always been a deal breaker for her, her parents ingraining in her from a young age, using their own marriage as an example, that honesty and trust were the key ingredients to a strong foundation in ones relationships. And after dealing with and, to her own fault and stupidity, ignoring Patrick's lies in their 5 year long relationship, had made her even more wary of dishonesty. Promising herself that she would never again allow dishonesty, no matter how small, in her relationships. She didn't want to be fooled again, to let someone else's lies make her lie to herself as she had with Patrick when she ignored all the signs of his infidelity. She had to stand by her own principles, another thing ingrained in her by her parents.

Iris did not share her principles though and in true Iris fashion had no problem telling Jade that she was being an idiot.

"Will you just talk to the man please?" Iris begged as they sat on their couch in their living room. Both having the day off so they were free to binge Netflix and snacks and have girl talk. Jade had been hoping that the conversation would steer clear of Bucky, but it hadn't of course. "I'm tired of your moping so just call him. Only one of us should be going through the break up ritual at a time."

Iris had ended things with Brandon, again. Jade had come home to the sounds of yelling and arguing, finding them in a screaming match in the living room. She had quietly gone to her room, having zero desire to get between them and woke up to find Brandon and all of his things gone. She hadn't questioned it and Iris hadn't elaborated on why it had ended, but this was a cycle for them and nothing new. But still Iris reserved the right for full break up ritual benefits, no matter how frequent or short their relationship was.

"I'm not moping!" Jade replied. "I'm perfectly fine."

Iris regarded her incredulously. "Oh please. I know you're still crying sometimes and the ice cream has been disappearing at an alarming rate. Plus I heard you blaring Keyshia Cole last night."

Jade frowned feeling personally attacked, and while those things were true, she didn't like being told blatantly to her face. "Can you stop stalking my life?"

"Just give him another chance. After everything you guys went through-."

Jade groaned loudly, glaring at her. "He lied."

"So what?" Iris shrugged. "Everybody lies at some point and he was doing it just to make sure you guys had the perfect first date you both needed after everything. Whose to say that he didn't plan to tell you after the date? Or eventually? I'm sure he did and if that's the case he didn't lie, he just withheld information."

"No, he lied. And it was a lie that ended up putting me in danger-."

"Do you think James would ever hurt you intentionally?" Iris cut in with a tilt of her head.

Jade hesitated. "Well….not intentionally, no."

"And do you think that he would ever want to hurt you?" Iris continued.

"No, he's done nothing, but protect and worry about me from the start." Which was true, it was why he had ghosted her after he had taken her out to eat. He had been worried about her and what Hydra would do to her.

"Then realize the man made a mistake, an idiotic one, but a mistake with good intentions. And when he attacked you? That wasn't him, it was the PTSD nightmare induced by him going to get himself hypnotized. He subjected himself to remembering all the shit he's ever been through, which from what you've told me is a lot, just so that he could remember you. I mean if that's not romantic then I don't know what is is. Now. Call. Him."

Jade took a deep breath, staring daggers at her friend who was annoyingly making sense. She had a point, but Jade had principles.

"It's the principle of the matter-."

"Oh fuck your principles," Iris scoffed. "You're in love with the guy and you're going to let this extremely insignificant thing, in comparison to everything else you both have been through together, tear you apart."

Jade continued to frown at her. "Can we just watch the movie please?"

Iris rolled her eyes, but thankfully said nothing else, starting the movie they spent 20 minutes to agree on to watch. Soon the conversation was friendly and about other things besides Bucky, but that didn't stop him from haunting her thoughts, Iris' words playing on repeat making her wonder if her principles were causing her to make a mistake.

You're in love with the guy.

Those words stood out the most. They had startled her, hitting her like a battering ram because it was something that Jade hadn't admitted to herself yet. She had feelings for Bucky, strong ones, but she hadn't categorized them as love. She didn't feel prepared to. But the more the words ran through her head she was beginning to think that she didn't have a choice. She had to admit that he made her feel things she had never felt before. That he had taken a piece of her that she would never get back and despite being hurt and angry she wasn't sure that she wanted it back. She wasn't sure if she still never wanted to see him again.

Hours later, after she had excused herself to bed leaving Iris in the living room and changed into her pajamas, she lay in bed still thinking about Iris' words and everything that she and Bucky had been through. It started eating away at her to the point that she couldn't sleep or ignore it anymore.

Rising from the bed she pulled on a jacket and tennis shoes and pulled her curls up into a bun before going out into the cold New York City air. Hailing a cab was easy at the late hour and with no traffic the ride was short. She checked in with security and went for the elevator, using the clearance given to her by Steve Rogers long ago to get up to the living quarters.

The floor was quiet and darkened, but given that it was nearly midnight that didn't surprise her much. She took a deep breath, stepping off the elevator easily remembering which door belonged to him and walking to it. She raised her hand to knock, hesitating once more before knocking softly three times.

She heard muffled noises on the other side, the sound of soft footsteps and the turning of the door knob. Her heart started to race as she watched it turn and the door opened slowly to reveal Bucky.

He was shirtless, clad in dark grey sweatpants, his hair tousled and hanging around his face, his stubble having grown since she saw him two weeks ago. He was rubbing one eye sleepily, barely looking awake until he realized who was on the other side of his door and his hand dropped as well as his face, his eyes widening.

"Jade?"

Bucky had wanted to spend the two weeks since Jade had walked out on him in his room "wallowing" as Steve had aptly put it. He had no desire to eat or shower or train, but Steve wasn't allowing it. He came barging into Bucky's room every day forcing him into the bathroom to shower and dragging him to the kitchen to eat and take his medication and then down to the gym to train and then off to therapy with Dr. Lewis on the designated days of his appointment. It was only after that would Steve let him go back to his room, but he'd come in hours later to make sure Bucky ate dinner and took his medication again before bed. And Bucky found it entirely annoying.

"She just needs time, Bucky. She will come around." Steve would say about Jade when he was trying to keep him busy, to keep him from wallowing in his solitude.

Bucky knew that Steve was still talking to Jade, that they continued their regular text correspondence that they started while he was in Wakanda, as well as their weekly lunches after Jades therapy. It was because of that, that he tried to find any part of him that believed Steve when he said it. He hoped that she would come around, that she would look at him the way she used to, that he would get to hold her again. But a larger part of him felt like it was the end of something that would have been good, that he had needed. And it was his fault. He had fucked it all up.

"We're going on a mission."

Steve's voice broke the silence of Bucky's bedroom and shattered the blissful unconsciousness he was drifting in. Pulling away the pillow that covered his face he glanced at the clock on his bedside and saw that it had been two hours since he had trudged from the training room, after a particularly rigorous session with Steve and Natasha, showered and fell face first into his bed for a nap. He looked at Steve next finding him in his stealth suit, his vibranium shield attached to his back.

"Pass," Bucky grumbled putting the pillow over his face again.

"You cannot stay here in your room wallowing forever, Bucky," Steve answered.

"I don't want to go on the mission. I'll sit this one out. I have a therapy session tomorrow anyway."

"Great you can tell Dr. Lewis all about the mission," Steve said. He heard the sounds of him walking around the bed and suddenly the pillow was lifted from his face. Bucky glared. "It will be a quick in and out. It's an easy one."

Bucky snatched the pillow from Steve's hands and replaced it back on his face. "You don't need me then. I'm sure Captain America can handle it."

Steve exhaled, long and loud. "Bucky-."

"I'm not going."

Steve's face set in a stern frown. "Look-."

Bucky moved the pillow again. "No, I let you come in here and drag me out of bed each day-."

Steve huffed. " Let me? "

Bucky sat up, ignoring Steves comment and continuing. "And I let you force feed me food and my pills and to shower and train and whatever else you deem fit to keep me out of my fucking grief, but I'm drawing the line here."

"Grief? Drawing the line?" Steve sputtered shaking his head. "Oh Bucky, come on-."

"I said I'm not going. Just leave me the hell alone."

"Bucky-," Steve attempted to start again.

"I said no. Now get your stubborn ass out of here."

Steve's lips formed a hard line and Bucky thought that for a moment he'd argue again. Instead he relented and turned for the door.

"I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon. And you'd better be showered and fed and medicated when I get back," Steve said. He was using his Captain voice. It was also a threat. Bucky rolled his eyes.

As annoyed as he was, Bucky was still aware of his friend leaving on a mission and would always be concerned. Steve may not have been that small sickly kid from Brooklyn anymore, but sometimes when he looked at him that's the version of Steve he saw.

"Be careful, Punk," he called when Steve opened the door noticing Steve's smirk.

"Always...And while I'm gone try giving Jade a call," Steve said after a moment of hesitation, looking at him over his shoulder.

Bucky sighed. "You never give up do you?"

"Call her and tell her you're sorry again. If you care about her, which I know you do, you won't give her up without a fight," Steve gave him a pointed look. "Besides that I'm tired of seeing you mope around so you better do something."

He stepped through the door before Bucky could say another word, leaving him to ponder what he had said. He pondered it hard, actually picking up his cellphone and pulling up her contact information, staring at the seven digits, his finger poised over the call button. He wanted to call, he wanted to hear her voice again more than anything, but he couldn't stop thinking about the look in her eyes that last night he saw her, or about how much he knew he had hurt her, and that annoying voice inside of him, the one that constantly made him doubt himself, told him that this was for the best. He never should have had her in the first place, not with the way his life was, not with Hydra constantly on his tail and not with how much damage he had already caused in her life just from one night stand. She was better off without him, he was damaged and she wasn't and she deserved better.

He tossed the phone aside and laid back down, putting the pillow back over his face.

The three knocks at the door woke him, even though they were barely audible, hesitant sounding and soft, his enhanced hearing caught it and his eyes blinked open. He rolled out of bed, wondering just who the hell it could be when he knew everyone was gone on the mission. The last person he expected it to be was Jade.

He blinked a few times, wondering if he was dreaming, if he was imagining her standing there in her pajamas and her coat and her wild curls pulled up in an unkempt bun. She still was beautiful as ever, his eyes roaming her and soaking her in after not seeing her for two weeks. She wrung her hands nervously in front of her, her eyes filled with hesitance and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, some fear. He could see the now faint and fading markings of the bruises on her neck, the ones left by his hand, it made the knot that had been sitting in his stomach since she had left twist tighter. At the same time his heart swelled to see her again, he tried to fight the hope that filled him at her presence. For all he knew she was here to tell him that she never wanted to see him again, to officially end what she had started when she had walked out. But he couldn't, it filled him fast and to the brim and made his heart beat faster, his hands tingled with the desire to hold her and he almost reached out to grab her. He gripped the door knob tighter instead.

"Jade?"

Her lips parted, her brow knitting in uncertainty. No words came from her lips though, she just stood there her brown eyes searching face. He was about to ask her if she was alright when she stepped toward him, pressing herself right into him, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down and allow their lips to meet.

He tensed in surprise for only a second before he was pulling her tighter to him, his arms encircling her. She melted, her tense body softening against his, kissing him hungrily, her hand sliding up into his hair. He lifted her at the waist, stepping back into the room and slammed the door closed, pressing her to the door and pinning her against it with his body.

He wasn't sure what had happened to bring her to him, if someone had said something or if she had just changed her mind, but he didn't plan on questioning it. Not when she was in his arms, kissing him with so much passion, and clinging to him with so much desperation. He could question it later, after. But still the words he had been holding in and wanting to say, spilled from his lips between kisses.

"I missed you," he grunted trailing kisses down her throat as he pushed her jacket from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She kicked off her shoes. "God I missed you so much, Sugar."

She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing bare flushed skin, and pulled him to her again. His mouth explored the expanse of her chest, calloused hands taking hold of her breasts bringing them together and bending to take a peaked nipple into his mouth.

"And I missed you." Her reply came out a breathless sigh, her head falling back against the door.

He kissed her again in a frenzy, his flesh hand slipping into her pajama bottoms to seek her warmth. He groaned when he found her dripping and slick with her own desire, spreading her lips before pushing two fingers into her heat. He only was able to push and pull his fingers twice before she was grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand from her pants.

"James...please," she begged impatiently. "I need you."

Her words sent fire right through him. In swift motions, and with more grace than he knew he had, he pulled her pajama bottoms off her body and lifted her against the door. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands steadying herself on his shoulders. He could have easily taken her to the bed or even the floor, but he had a sense of urgency and felt he couldn't wait. He craved her warmth and wasn't moving anywhere until he got it. He balanced her with one arm tucked under her ass and pushed his sweats down, kicking them off to free himself.

His metal arm braced against the door for leverage, he blindly maneuvered her until he found her entrance and pushed upward into her with one hard thrust. She cried out loudly, tensing around him, her nails digging into his shoulder. He froze once he bottomed out, forcing himself to allow her time to adjust and taking opportunity of those brief moments of stillness to look her in the eye.

"I'm sorry," he breathed in a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you. I shouldn't have lied-."

She silenced him with a kiss, taking his face into her hands and crashing her mouth on his. She kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue, before rolling her hips on his length to show him she was ready, which had them both moaning loudly. Bucky quickly forgot about his attempts to apologize, to reconcile what happened between them, to make amends, and instead focused his energies on getting her to orgasm. He pushed her back into the door and chose a quick pace, thrusting upward hard and fast, leaving her gasping and cursing. He tried to be mindful of the fact that he could be hurting her, but if her moans and praises were any indication, she was enjoying it.

"Fuck James...right there. Right there. Don't stop," she chanted in a pleading whisper.

He had no intention too, increasing his efforts to the point that her back was bumping into the door with each thrusts, a soft echoing thud sounding each time, reminding him again to be thankful that everyone was gone. Three more hard thrusts and she was calling his name loudly, her back arching off the door and her body tightening around him like a vice. Bucky groaned, feeling her gush around him with her orgasm, pulling him along right after her. He gripped her tighter and thrust upward until he could go no more when pure pleasure ripped through him and he spilled himself into her. He barely managed to stand, slumping forward, his head resting against her chest as hers fell to his shoulder. Their heavy breaths mingled, the only sound in the silence of his room.

"W-Was that okay?" He broke the silence, not lifting his head from her chest, worried that he had been too rough.

She nodded wordlessly, keeping her head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" He questioned further.

Again she nodded wordlessly and made not motion to move.

Without a word he turned for the bathroom, carrying her with him as she tried to recover, turning on the shower. She clung to him until he went into the shower and he set her carefully on her feet. He stepped into the spray, pulling her along so the water fell over their heads, holding her close to the warmth of his skin.

"I've missed you so much," his voice soft and muffled against her temple. He knew he was repeating himself but it needed repeating because it was true. He was a bit worried that this was just sex, that she had showed up with a need that he was the only one able to fill for lack of a better option. Even if he was he didn't think he could be angry at her. But he was going to take advantage of the opportunity to fight for her just as Steve had said. "I never should have lied. I should have told you the truth, I just-."

She pulled her head back, put a hand over his lips, stopping him again. "I know why you did it. I get it," she said with a nod. "And if you couldn't tell already, I forgive you."

Relief flooded him, a smile gracing his face for the first time in weeks. He didn't know what he had ever done to deserve her, but he was just glad that she had come back.

"But promise me something," she said, her tone and expression serious, taking his face into her hands.

"Anything," Bucky replied, meaning the word more than he had meant anything in a long while.

" Never lie to me again," the words came with purpose from her lips, like a warning and a plea all at once. "If we're going to do this we have to have honesty and trust. Even if you think I'll be mad, even if it will hurt me, tell me the truth."

He nodded in agreement, feeling willing to agree to any demand she made. "I won't. I promise."

"And in the spirit of honesty I have to tell you something," she said softly looking up at him with those penetrating brown eyes.

Bucky hesitated, worried that it was bad news she would share, bracing himself for anything. "What is it, Sugar?"

She took a deep breath and put her hands on his chest. "I think I'm falling in love with you, James."

He blinked at her, those being the last words he expected to come from her lips. Still the words made him feel warm, like butterflies were dancing around in his gut and he smiled again before drawing her in and holding her.

"Think I'm falling in love with you too, Sugar."

Bucky was insatiable, seeming to want to make up for the two weeks that he had been away from her by making love to her over and over, starting in the shower and then in his bed after they had washed and dried themselves. Jade was more than willing to accept, taking all the pleasure he wanted to give throughout the night, sleeping in his arms when she could, only to be awoken again sometime in the night and early morning for more.

She awoke the next day after a good stretch of sleep, finding that it was nearly 1:00pm when her eyes blinked open and she saw the clock. She looked over her shoulder finding Bucky fast asleep behind her, on his back, one hand on her hip and the other on his chest looking peaceful. She couldn't stop the smile that spread over her face, wanting to snuggle into him and spend the day with him in bed, but the call of the restroom was too much to ignore.

She slid carefully out of bed, trying not to disturb him and used the restroom, coming back to bed and joining him once more. He awoke when she was getting settled under the covers, blinking at her with a sleepy smile on his face pulling her close.

"I was worried you were going to sneak out again," he joked pressing kisses to her shoulder.

"Well I actually woke up knowing who you are so I didn't feel a need to run."

Bucky chuckled into her hair, sitting up to roll her to her back and place himself over her between her legs. "Good. Because I don't plan to let you out of this room for a long time."

She was going to have to get used to his stamina, learning quickly last night that his recovery time was barely 10 minutes. She arched into him when he started kissing her chest and his hand slipped between them to gently stroke her lips.

"You have to feed me at some point, James," she sighed when he pressed two fingers into her.

"I'll order in."

He kissed her, withdrawing his fingers to replace it with his hard shaft, pushing into her with painful slowness that had her whimpering. She sighed as he kissed the fading marks he had left on her throat, each kiss another apology, keeping his strokes slow and deep. The pleasure was already building rapidly, the orgasm brewing quickly ready to explode again, she had already lost track of how many times he had brought her to that edge over the course of the night.

"Bucky, you better have taken your medi-."

She couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips at the voice, looking to find a shocked Steve Rogers standing in the doorway to Bucky's room, Thor and Sam standing right behind him. They hadn't even heard the door open. Thankfully they were beneath the sheet which covered her lower half, but her she had to cross her arms over her chest to hide her breasts. Bucky tried to use his body to shield hers, turning a glare on Steve who was still too shocked to move or speak, though Sam and Thor were smiling widely behind him. Jade felt herself turning red with embarrassment.

"Jesus, Steve, can you knock?!" Bucky barked.

Steve blinked, but still didn't move.

"Lady Jade!" Thor boomed behind Steve excitedly. "So good to see that you and Sergeant Barnes have made up."

Jade couldn't bring herself to respond. She was too busy thinking of how she could disappear into the bed and die from embarrassment.

"Looks like they're right in the middle of making up," Sam quipped with a nod

"Would you get out of here!" Bucky yelled making Steve jump.

"Sorry," Steve stuttered, finally finding his voice. "I didn't- I thought-."

"Shut the door!" Bucky demanded.

Steve regained his ability to move and stepped backward almost bumping into Thor and Sam, shutting the door quickly. "Sorry!" Came his muffled yell again.

Bucky rolled his eyes, looking down at Jade to find her covering her face with her hands. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm never going to be able to show my face in this compound again."

Bucky chuckled, pulling her hands away from her face. "Please we've walked in on Thor doing worse."

Jade was honestly afraid to ask him to elaborate. "You need to start locking your door."

Bucky nodded in agreement before kissing her again.