Part 3: Stolen Goods
TW: contains, SMUT, mention of child death, kidnapping, violence. MINORS DNI!
It was the next morning, the sun coming through the drapes again. Bucky was not in your room again. Karli's words rang through your head, "He comes here every morning, you know?!" That must be where he is. You took a breather and went out to the grave quietly, no one else was up. Still you took the time to be as stealthy as possible. Everyone had a rough night, that much you knew.
You traveled the beaten pathway to the Willow, where it towered over the tiny grave. Bucky sat there staring up at the birds flying in and out of the tree. this tiny moment was so melancholically beautiful. You had a hard time interrupting it. But you needed to do that, to pay homage to the way everything fell apart yesterday. You owed him that much.
You sat down next to Bucky. "I can leave if you want me to?" you asked tentatively. Bucky drew his attention to you now, shaking his head and smiling lightly.
"You're welcome here whenever you want, Doll. Y/N? I- wanted to apologize. It's just that you look so much like my Y/N. I was still hanging on to that little bit of hope, you know? When you told us your story, I couldn't take it. I- i couldn't accept that she was really gone. But I knew, I knew from the start." Bucky was holding back so many sobs. He sniffed and rubbed his sleeve against his eyes, hiding his vulnerability.
You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. Your nose began to get red, and you almost cried yourself. but you wouldn't you had to stay strong for him.
" You don't have to tell me Buck-" you began to say but he interjected.
"No, you deserve to know. It's only fair. But I'm giving you a one time warning, Doll. It's not a happy story." he warned tightening his grip on your hand. As an answer you returned the favor by tightening your grip as well. You gave him a small smile. He sighed out into the morning mist, long and deep. This was the first time he was telling someone about all this in a while? He'll be reopening a deep wound that probably took this long to heal anyway. and I would be ruining all that progress.
"Just after Y/N found out we were pregnant. We stayed here. We kept the pregnancy a secret, except from immediate friends like Sam and Natasha. Shield wasn't safe anymore, since HYDRA took over and infiltrated it from the inside. Everything went well. I had the nursery all set up, in pink, Y/N wanted me to paint Blair's name on the crib. Because she loved my cursive handwriting." Bucky took in a jagged breath and kept going.
"Y/N went out in the middle of the night, to get one of her cravings. And she never came back. I would have gotten it for her but I figured it wasn't that big a deal and I was so tired I hadn't slept in days. I should have just bit the bullet and went out and got it. HYDRA was watching me for years, and they took her. They took Y/N." Bucky grimaced with great pain and dropped his head, his hand rubbing the back of his head. You got closer to him, hugging his arm close to your body.
"I searched everywhere for her. there was only a few months left before she was due. I could never find her. I got this package addressed to me, and. And it was a video of Y/N. Getting shot minutes after she gave birth to Blair. I couldn't see who was the shooter, the video cut out and a second later the shot rang out and the video ended. HYDRA sent me Blair's tiny body in a.. shoebox. She had the most beautiful h/c color, Y/N's. The cutest little button nose, mine. I didn't have the courage to open her eyes and look at them. God, she was so cold! I wrapped her in a pink baby blanket with her name on it. I couldn't stop crying for hours. I just sat in that nursery and rocked her lifeless body until Sam and Nat came in and stopped me. Ever since then, I haven't felt a damned thing. Not until I saw you, in that HYDRA base. You gave me hope again, Doll. Do you know that? You did." Bucky looked to you, his eyes filled with tears, streaming trails down his cheeks. You were horrified by the story he told. There was no limit to the crimes HYDRA is willing to commit.
"I'm so sorry, Bucky." you said unable to find the proper words to console him. He rummaged through his pocket and produced a tealight candle, placing it on the top of the gravestone. He rummaged again through his pockets and cursed in the wind.
"I forgot my lighter." he muttered to himself. You perked up, finding the only logical solution would be to use your powers.
"Oh, I got it. here." with your index finger, a small blue flame appeared and you lit the candle with ease, the flame from your finger dissipating at will. Bucky's eyes widened in shock.
"Y/N couldn't do that. Are you enhanced?" he asked trying not to stare too harshly. you smiled lightly.
"Bingo!" you answered with a certain child-like glee. He face darkened again.
"Did HYDRA experiment on you, in your world?" he asked, his eyes holding sadness again. You shook your head.
"No, I was born with this, ability." you said. "I don't really know much about it. but it's mine. and I choose to use it for good. There's just too much bad out there. HYDRA or not." you added.
Bucky smiled back at you, "That sounds like something Y/N would say. maybe you aren't too distanced from my Y/N?" he nudged you playfully and returned to staring at Blair's grave.
"She wanted her middle name to be Wanda, because she took bullets for Y/N that would have killed her instead. In case you were wondering. that's a difference from your world, right? Pietro was the one who died instead of Wanda?" he surmised. you gave him a downtrodden smirk and softly nodded your head.
The birds kicked up again, flying gracefully from branch to branch, swooping down and flying back up again. For something so tragic, Blair's resting place really was peaceful. Maybe that's what made it so sad? you stayed with Bucky in the silence until he was done, blowing the candle out with a silent kind of prayer.
"I'll see you tomorrow, my little one." he said pressing his forehead to the stone.
One Month Later
You'd gotten quite acclimated to your new home in the relatively short time you'd been there. You found comfort in this universe's Bucky, and he you. so much so that it was almost back to normal, almost. You two weren't open about your rekindled relationship, not in front of Nat and Sam. No one else deserved to know even though you were pretty sure Sam and Nat could sniff you out. That didn't matter though, what you had was yours, and you only shared it with each other.
Nothing else mattered. You'd accompany Bucky each morning to Blair's grave, you didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to her though. To speak to a ghost of a little soul that was never yours, that wasn't right to do. The most you could hope for was to hope she was in a better place.
The smoldering intimacy Bucky and you had earlier, grew into full blown passion. Hot, wet, rough, and nail-scraping passion. When Sam and Nat were away on couples missions, when they didn't need our help, and the kids were at Sarah's house- we had a few hours to make love until they got back. We used that time wisely. You felt sinful knowing the two of you'd used places you shouldn't have for sex-capades. It started out modest, as these types of things usually go. You'd first done it in your shared shower leaving the comfort of your shared bedroom was a cinch.
What had you feeling naughty was Bucky taking you on their kitchen counter and their couch. Now you had no idea where he had in mind to claim you. Nat and Sam had just left and you could have sworn Nat gave you a wink. Karli and Nate were with Sarah.
The two of you were caught up with your tongues down each other's throats. Finding your way towards the kitchen. You bumped into the counters on the way there until you got the clue where he wanted to lead you. Bucky grabbed your thigh and hitched it over his ass, grinding into your still clothed form with need. Your ass scraped against the edge of the dinner table and had to break the kissing session to breathe. your breath came out in a moan, as Bucky cleared the table of it's contents, just mail and placemats. His sweet caresses and kisses carried on to your neck, preoccupying you as he took off your pants.
Your hands went to his Henley and took it off with ease. You couldn't stop staring at his body, still beautiful. Your hands entangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp and tugging his hair. He lifted you by the globes of your ass and set you down on the table. He made quick work of taking his pants off, leaving only his boxers as a poor excuse to hide his prominent manhood. You laid back and waited for him.
It didn't take very long at all, he was hungry for you. He started with a kiss, his tongue gaining entrance over your mouth. You moaned and bucked your hips against his. your moans became more desperate the lower he got, trailing kisses down your midsection, his hands slipping underneath your shirt and taking it off.
Your insides twitched, wanting him to fill you so bad. He admired your red lacy bra and underwear. He'd surprised you with it one day last week as a random gift, no special day required. Your eyes were half lidded and your cheeks red and rosy. Bucky paused taking in your heated form.
"You're so beautiful, Doll. My pretty Doll." The pure blue of his eyes drank you in like the merciless waves of the sea. You couldn't move, you forgot how to, completely mesmerized by his siren's song. He came back up to your face, wanting to steal more sloppy kisses from your tender lips. He slipped his hand into your underwear, quickly finding your core. his digits stroking your folds, making you more lustful. You whimpered from his touch, needing more of it.
He always was such a tease. You had to remind yourself that his fingers wouldn't give you a typical shock from the cold of the metal that was no longer there. your lips parted as he sucked on your neck and inserted two digits into your messy center. your hands went to his back, raking his skin, leaving sinfully sweet scratches. This always egged him on a bit more. He growled at the touch. Just as you felt yourself tighten around his thick digits, he'd removed himself from you.
You pouted, missing the feeling of even a small piece of him being inside you. sex with him, was a spiritual experience like no other. when the two of you were one, you felt so completely whole it was indescribable. Bucky chuckled from your pouting, knowing he was charming you and making you oh so impatient.
Your sexual misery was short lived however as you felt the heft of his shaft against your sweetest parts. You made eye contact with him again, losing yourself in those damned eyes, again. Just as you were lost, he was losing himself with you too. but not in the same way he has been for all these years. he was losing himself in your beauty, feeling whole again. God, he never thought he could be pieced back together again. He's so grateful for you.
Bucky grunted as he teased you further by raking the thick vein along his shaft through your glistening folds. he could barely resist it himself. Your chest heaved as you grew greedy and needy.
"Bucky. Please!" you pleaded, needing him to fill you up to the brim. Bucky was always a giver, no matter what universe you saw him in. You weren't exactly sure if he was caving into lustful desires or your sweet begging. But it didn't matter when he finally committed and pressed himself into you. Inch by sweet agonizing inch, he stretched you, getting passed the burn- Gods he left you breathless.
He started out slow and drawn out. letting his head nudge your cervix in just the right way. You were gripping him so tight, you'd be savoring just how blissful your insides clamped down on him.
"Fuck! Doll. I love you. So good for me. Ugggh. You take me so well, Y/N." you could melt at the way he praised you. The desperation in his tone was exactly what you needed, that little something extra to pull you over the edge, to make you let go and cave in.
As he dragged almost all the way out and thrust, with all his force, back into you making sure to hit every nook and cranny he could on the way in– you moaned out loudly, unable to control yourself any longer.
Bucky picked his pace up the moment he heard and felt your desperation. This kind of experience was a testament of trust, the both of you were completely and utterly vulnerable. Both of you were intoxicated, by the other, so love drunk on the other. You held onto him, scraping your nails down the wide canvas of his back, leaving red marks.
His rough propulsions met with the sound of slicked slapping skin on skin contact was sending you over the edge. You weren't going to last long and he knew that just as much as you did. He kissed you again, sloppily, more dire wanting to lead you to your climax. He broke the kiss as he pistoned in and out of you, grunting as you gripped him impossibly tight. Your mind was imploding and exploding, the chemicals spreading across your brain.
As you finally teetered over the precipice you felt the euphoria spread from your dripping core through your thighs and down to your toes, leaving you shaking. Overtaken, you gripped the edge of the kitchen dinner table, your blue flames charring its surface as your orgasm peaked.
"James!" you exclaimed drunkenly- the love making spreading through you like a hot tidal wave leaving you beside yourself, truly an ethereal moment. Bucky was close too, you could feel him swell inside you, 'Yes! please baby let me feel it, give me everything you have.' Was all the thought you could manage as you slowly came down from your high. But the bliss was short-lived. Bucky took himself out of you before he had the chance to let his warm seed spread into you.
You didn't want to sour the moment so for now you kept yourself quiet. Didn't he want you like you wanted him? He loved you, so why was this so hard for him? Why did it feel so bad to give him everything and not get the same in return? In that moment you could almost cry, your emotions mixing together a stark contrast from the ecsctacy you were feeling just a moment ago. You stamped down your bitterness, bottling it up for a rainy day, keeping it your own. He huffed and grunted out as he released himself, some stripes of cum painting your skin.
You sat up and kissed him, leaning into it, your body speaking for what you couldn't say to his face. He smiled into your lips and broke the kiss,
"C'mon, let's get cleaned up, Doll. They'll. Be. Back. Soon." he stated ending his sentence unable to resist giving you sweetened pecks of chaste little kisses. Your lips spread into a smile, he was still yours after all. Right?
The two of you worked to cover up any evidence of your union, though you found it precarious to cover up the char you caused to the Wilson dinner table. Jeez, what were you thinking? This table has probably been in the family for eons. You haphazardly covered the black spot with a placemat. You can't think of any other way to cover it. You huffed into the air.
Bucky's hand jolting you as it snaked across your skin, caressing your waist. He kissed your hair as he embraced you in a soft hug.
"I can paint over that later. Wanna take a bath with me, Y/N?" he suggested. you smirked.
"As long as you don't use that bar of Old Spice, I think I can manage, Cap." you teased finding one of the Super-Soldiers' many archaic habits particularly gross. Bucky's lips curled into a smile and a gleam flew into his eyes.
"C'mon it's not that bad, Doll." he chuckled and took your hand, leading you up to the bathroom.
Getting into the warm water, the both of you weren't shy in sharing the bath. it was all so peaceful, the little touches and him washing your long hair for you. Insisting on it in fact. From behind the sudsy water sloshed as he embrace you. his large chest caving inward to get closer to you. his tender lips settled on your neck and he dragged your middle into him, your ass pressing against his crotch.
Even though the two of you were naked, the moment was solely chaste. it was a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of vulnerability. You liked the pressure of being against his body again. Though something you missed would always remind you that, this Bucky, was never really yours, no matter how hard you tried to play house with him. You missed the coolness of the Vibrainium against your scorching skin. You couldn't let this go, not this time. Not when you wanted to give him the one thing he lost all those years ago.
He sighed lazily, your body rocked gently with the rise and fall of his chest, as he played with the suds on your knee. You tossed your head to the side, falling onto his beefy chest.
"Bucky?" You asked, you were scared of his answer but you needed to ask anyway. Bucky's attention was jolted out of whatever thinking train he was on and snapped back to you. You couldn't help but think, was he thinking of her? the one who wore your skin and your smile, the one who was completely you except for your powers?
He smiled down at you as you twisted in his grasp to get a better look at him.
"Yes, Y/N?" he asked with a gleam in his eye. You looked up at him and swallowed thickly, Gods he looks so happy do you have to ruin this moment?
"Um, Why didn't you, uh, let yourself go, earlier?" you asked being as vague as possible. Bucky's features tensed and he looked away, before giving you a peck on the top of your damp hair. He sighed heavily as if there was a heavy weight against his back.
"I can't lose you again, y/n. Don't you get that? Any baby we have, they will take from us. My Doll died alone, in agony. I couldn't be there for her when she needed me. I can't go through that again. I love you too much. I'm flattered Doll, I am but, I can't risk losing you too." he explained painfully the light in his eyes fading a little.
You drew back to the other end of the bath tub, distancing yourself. You were heartbroken, it wasn't the kind of sting that had a large impact, this would hurt for a long while. You felt the heat creep up into your eyes, beginning to cry, your eyes glassing over.
"I thought I was your Doll?" you asked with a whimper. Bucky's lips parted realizing he'd hurt you more than helped. his hand went in to cradle and caress your cheek but the two of you were interrupted by the Wilson family coming back to their humble home.
getting out of the water and toweling of the cold droplets you noticed Sam and Karli were in the middle of a heated argument. You and Bucky got dressed silently, with your backs towards each other, a rift, however small was driven between you and him. The sting of pain was still present. You let your long hair soak into your shirt, the coolness feeling nice. The two of you exited the bathroom and into the hallway.
Sam was banging on Karli's bedroom door, locked, looking frustrated and ready to haul her out of there himself. Natasha was at the edge of the stairs, looking onward with little Nate on her hip.
Nat smirked at you. "Taking showers together now, huh? You gonna invite me to the wedding right?" Nat teased as you wrinkled your nose at her. Bucky was behind you, towering over you. For the first time in over a month you wished to be far away from him. Sam pounded his fist on the door again.
"Karli?! Open up this door right now! Or you won't have one for a year. I can take it off these hinges. Don't make me count! 1…2…3 and a half!" Sam was about to pound on the door again but the door was flung open, air whooshing back Karli's hair by the force of the gust.
Sam tilted his head at his daughter. "I gave you more than enough time. It's been a month and you still haven't apologized." Karli bit her bottom lip, holding back what she wanted to say, knowing it would only make it worse for her.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." Karli said making minimal eye contact with her father. Sam chuckled.
"It's not me you need to apologize to. it's Y/N. She's right there. go ahead. And take her out somewhere nice, your paying." Sam said leaning against Karli's door jam as Karli ducked under her father's arm to escape.
"What? I'm paying?! It took me two months the get what i got in my wallet! Dad?! C'mon!" Karli pleaded grumpily.
"No ifs, ands, or buts. Take y/n out or the door goes." he confirmed tapping on the open door with his knuckle. You smiled, if your Sam could see how this Sam handled being a Dad. He'd be proud of himself. He was good at it. Karli huffed and smoothed back her hair behind her ears.
She walked up to you, making meek eye contact, "Look. I'm sorry about earlier. It wasn't my secret to tell. I really screwed up this time. So, I'll take you out, my treat. Anywhere you want to go." Karli held out her hand for you to shake. it felt as if she was almost scared of you, and your reaction.
You thought tilting your head of a place you'd like to go and shook her hand.
"How about the mall? I've been dying for a new blouse." you said semi-excitedly. Karli smiled and gripped your hand back.
"The Bayou Gem it is then."
The truck grinded to a halt in the parking space as Karli put it in park. Nat grinned in approval,
"Very Good, we didn't die on the way here. And no squirrels were harmed."
the tension in the truck was palpable. Bucky and I were scooted away from each other, looking at the expanse beyond the window, when there wasn't a neck-breaking stop from Karli. Your lips quivered a bit, was this really gonna be the thing that tore us apart? You tried not to think about it as you exited the vehicle.
It's alright y/n, you can make the most of this. just do some clothes shopping, unwind. You tried to calm yourself down but it was so damned hard with him next to you. Even with your eyes closed, you could smell him, Bucky. You wanted to bury your face deep into the valley of his chest, hug him tight.
Karli and Nat sensed that something was wrong between the two of you but paid no mind to it. Bucky followed behind you as you followed Nat and Karli about the mall and through the shops. there was a time when you thought you were being watched, at first you thought it was Bucky but when you noticed he was in front of you looking at some leather jackets, you turned to see who was spying on you.
you shook it off, you must have been stressed out. you took a deep breath in and out. C'mon, Y/N just enjoy the time you have with them, don't be a party pooper. You settled on a pink blouse with ruffled sleeves. Something uncharacteristically pretty, something you thought you would look good in. but most of all it was something you could see Bucky liking on you. You twirled your Vibrainium wedding ring again. unable to stop yourself from thinking of your Bucky. You chuckled at the thought of him seeing you like this.
Really? You're going to wear pink in public? You? You missed him and had no idea how or if you could even get back to him. Gods-damn, you couldn't even think about the other him, it made you sick. You weren't sure on the exact moment that you knew something was really really wrong, but the screams were never a good sign.
the exits from the clothing store was all blocked, no one could get out. it was dark, the emergency lights in red and sirens came on. the cashier cowered behind her desk and pressed a button. I don't know how but Bucky brought his shield with him, and of course Nat never left the house without a weapon.
There were civilians, that's what you were worried about. in the distance you could see multiple shadowy figures, and you could almost feel their eyes grazing over the store. they were looking for someone, specific. if anyone can shed some light on this it was you. you grew a fireball in your palm, its brilliant blue drawing attention to yourself. you chucked it in the direction of the shadows illuminating them briefly.
a man with a rifle, dressed in all black, a mask that worked more like a muzzle, You could barely make out tufts of blonde hair on his head, he was physically intimidating. the fireball faded out and it was dark again. One of the men spoke to the mysterious one, in a language you didn't recognize.
"найди женщину!" (find the woman!)
Nat was close by using a rack of pants as coverage. her eyebrows stitched together in confusion.
"They're searching for a woman?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Gunfire erupted and racks of clothing were hurtled across the store. You looked to Nat and fir the first time you saw actual fear in her eyes. As much fear as you yourself were feeling you couldn't let these bitches kill innocent people. you let two fireballs rise in each palm, stretched them, making them one and let the blue mass float over the civilians in the Knick of time.
Just as one of them shot, your fire deflected it and melt the bullet with ease. Your heartbeat quickened in pace and you could feel your energy fading fast. You weren't used to protecting this many people at once. in an instant a black mass came into your vision, startling you. it was the masked man, he rose his gun to aim at you, with a slight moment of hesitation giving him a window to protect you, Bucky came and his shield blocked your vision from the masked man. a shot rang out, loud and close. The man discharged his weapon.
"Bucky? What are you doing here? Run!" you pleaded with him.
"Oh. i couldn't let my best girl get hurt, huh?" he teased with a smile on his face. He lunged forward against the masked assailant. Bucky usually overpowered his enemies but this was different. He was dangerously evenly matched. The masked man produced a knife, flipping it without effort in his hand. the man picked Bucky up and flung him across the store, hitting the metal barricade and falling through it to the other side.
Nat came in behind you, when you felt your throat close up, the man was choking you. your blue flames dissolved into the air. Nat tried desperately to electrocute him but it didn't work. You almost lost consciousness but used your last ounce of energy to burn through his mask. You couldn't believe your eyes.
"Steve?" you said to yourself. He was staring back at you with cold and hardened blue eyes. there was no mistaking it, this was Steve. No way? Had the roles been reversed that much in this world? Something seared into my cheek, the strike of a blade swift on my flesh.
Steve brought down his blade onto Nat, she was distracted from protecting me. blood hit the floor, staining it crimson. I can't have my friends die again. Steve kicked Nat away with a firm shove of his boot. Steve took hold of my neck again and raised me up, examining me with an eerie curiosity.
His eyes bore nothing at all on the surface but beneath you could tell there was something, he wasn't completely lost, right? This time you were able to feel a frigidness and the familiar smell of machinery. Steve's left arm was missing and in its place, a gruesome reminder of his time in the jaws of HYDRA.
The way he was looking at you, it was the same as if an animal was looking at prey, not ready to strike it down. A loud clang rang through the store, hitting Steve's metal arm and returning to its wielder. Bucky. Through feeble gasps you tried to break through to him again.
"S-Steve!" you called. His eyes narrowed and head tilted slightly.
"Who the hell is Steve?" he asked in English. He'd let go of you only because Bucky was on top of him in an instant. You fell to the ground coughing and gasping loudly. The two of them struggled, entangled in each other. Harsh punches struck Bucky's face, spreading blood across the floor.
Something in Steve had snapped. You thought you saw him recognize Bucky just for a second. But it was fruitless, It only made him bring down punch upon merciless punch. You rose your hand, your fire blocking Bucky's face and another barrage of metal.
"Please, stop! I'll go with you. Just don't hurt him." you pleaded with the predator before you, if he had an ounce of what he was left in him, you hoped he would listen to you.
"Y/N, Don't!" Bucky begged through garbled speech, his mouth full of blood and pain.
"Солдат. Цель миссии. Возьми женщину живьем!" Commanded one of the masked men who now you recognized to be a HYDRA agent.
(Soldier. Mission objective. Take the woman alive!)
Steve growled and put firm pressure on Bucky's leg, with a loud snap Steve broke his leg. Bucky yelled out, defeated, and unable to help.
Steve walked over to you and his arm punched the air out of your lungs. He threw you over his shoulder. The last thing you remember was Bucky's pitiful pleads.
"Don't fuckin' touch her! Steve! God-Dammit!"
Your long hair swayed with Steve's movements out of the store, joining his other HYDRA members. You couldn't hold onto consciousness, as the cold soldier took you from your family, from your home. Now you were nothing more than stolen goods.
end pt 3.