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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] staringproblem) wrote2023-12-22 10:27 am
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[personal profile] blackhourglass 2024-01-11 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll see you when you get here. Don't do anything I wouldn't.

[That's not a whole lot when it comes down to it. Natasha has very few limits in her life. She's turned the whole thing around by working for what she really thought was the right side of government, but some of that had been a mistake too. One day she'll get it right, as long as she keeps taking steps forward and not backwards. Nat knows that what she's doing makes a difference in the long run.

Maybe even the small steps, the personal ones like this make some sort of a difference. It doesn't seem like a whole hell of a lot, but opening the door to Bucky and letting him into her world is bigger than it seems on the outside. He's gets her on a level than not many others can, and to be physical with someone like that is a little dangerous, even more so than she usually is.

Fuck if she can't help the smile that quirks her lips up at the corners when she catches him all perfect and sturdy against her doorframe like that. It's any woman's fantasy. Yet she's got him right here in her reality. ]


Hey there yourself, good looking. Why you standing out there in the cold. Get your sweet ass in here.

[Moving aside she lets him in, and waves her hand forward toward the living room where there's a generous fire going by the couch.]
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[personal profile] blackhourglass 2024-01-11 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[If Natasha knew that Bucky would be joining her tonight, she might have gone shopping for the occasion. After all, she does have a terrible addiction to buying lingerie. Instead, she stays true to at least the first part she had for the evening. The fireplace is lit like usual, and Natasha easily greets her guest at the door wearing her robe as planned.

The TV sounds in the background with some terrible person crooning over the speakers. She rolls her eyes as she turns back towards it.]


Hey there. No, I don't know who they got to sing for this show, but I need to change the channel because this is worse than when you and Steve trying to sing your rendition of Jingle Bells the other day. I think the guy is older than you both too.

[She laughs and pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, nosing against him softly before taking his hand and bringing him back to the couch.]

Wine? I'm still chilling the champagne for when the new year hits. I can get you a beer if you'd rather?
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[personal profile] blackhourglass 2024-01-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's no small amount of worry that runs through Natasha's mind as she goes through the process of freeing James from the Silo. It's a whole lot of trouble that he's rolled himself up in, and someone really wanted him to stay there. Not only that, they were counting on his rescue team being pretty smug and not too careful. They were not counting on Natasha. She's riled up more than a little by the time that piece of metal comes flying out.

Nat's off to the side as the piece gets blown out into the haystacks. Taking her time she comes into view to meet his smile with hers. It only grows when she hears his relaxing tone of voice. It's no longer tight and pinched. Her shoulders drop about ten degrees and she can feel her breathing start to regulate again.

There might be people checking up on the joint, and Nat knows they don't have a long time, but she takes a step forward to pat him on the chest. It takes touch to make sure he's all in one piece. ]


You're a sight for mine alright. Good thing to see you in one piece. See that arm of yours still doing all the good it can.

[Nat reaches down and takes his gloved hand in hers and tugs at it so that she can bring him over to the plane. Once they get up in the air they'll have a few seconds to talk and maybe find out what's been happening and who might have the means to set up something so advanced to take out Bucky.]
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MCU-verse yeeting

[personal profile] anothergo 2024-01-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It was supposed to be just a stop on the Tour de Multiverse, this particular universe, a quick gander at a possible future for her and the Avengers. Or, that's what she thought this little visit would entail.

Turned out The Watcher had other plans.
]

I do wonder at what point I should start calling you 'Meddler'.

[It's a light tease to the all seeing entity as she strode up to her target, a version of an old friend in a different universe. One where Steve Rogers was apparently now a conspiracy theory retired to the moon and the new Captain America had gone missing, which wasn't supposed to happen. Not here. Not in this universe.

Cue Carter finding herself trailing the tail of another super soldier out of time. She's not being particularly covert, even in street clothes, giving him enough of a berth for him to hopefully not feel too threatened. That and she wanted to view this Bucky's reaction to being followed, taking note of the path he chose and his behaviors.

Just enough leash to get a measure of the healed Winter Soldier.
]
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[personal profile] moregood 2024-01-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Really not seeing any shortcomings from where I'm standing, Bucky.

[ her eyebrows lift teasingly to the suggestion, roaming along his body as if to point out there's not much she could legitimately find fault with here. sex, snacks, and a guy who's a pretty solid match for her when it comes to abilities. they'll hold their own against each other just fine.

it helps that she genuinely likes him, though that's not the sort of thing Donna offers up easily. they're a half hour train ride away from each other, she's willing to take that for what it is and see where this goes. though it is, immediately, going to start with orgasms. she laughs at the thought of starting with alcohol first, reaching down to slide her hand into his - human or vibranium makes no difference to her, though she likes the warmth enough to reach for his human hand first.]


Oh, orgasms. Definitely orgasms.

[ so hopefully he won't mind if she leaves the food on the counter and drags him towards her bedroom - small enough that her bed takes up most of the open space, while simultaneously large enough that she has a good sized bed in there. her fingers are still twined around his when she pulls him in for another kiss, a little sharper this time now that they've found their starting place.]
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[personal profile] anothergo 2024-01-22 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The super soldier would have been shocked if he allowed her to get the drop on him so easily. Even the Barnes from her world was sharper than that.

The weather's nice for New York and this time of year, so Peggy enjoys the walk, using the time to observe his tactics, this version of the City, and the direction he's taking her. It's not difficult to come to the conclusion that he's leading them away from that gaudy tower. Seems like some things are consistent no matter the universe, like Stark's decorative design preferences.

And then he ups his game at the marketplace. A tickle of a wry smile tugs at he mouth as she shifts where she looks, adapting as well. When she does step into the alleyway, there's a low expectation of him being there, and she's lifting her eyes to search the fire escapes when he drops behind her.

There's a bit of a sigh at the sound of his voice. The familiarity of it is comforting, even if it's clearly suspicious of her. She finally turns to face him, offering him a genuine, albeit bittersweet smile.
]

Hello Bucky.

[She's certain he has questions, so she will wait patiently for them. Maybe after his hackles drop they can go somewhere more comfortable to chat. Until then, baby steps.]

Most call me Captain Carter.
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[personal profile] brushpass 2024-01-22 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha half turns as she carefully works the cork off of the champagne, holding the bottle at an angle and moving slowly so it pops off easily into her hand. She takes a sip of the bubbly liquid and says a silent thanks to whoever ordered the alcohol for the night - it's really good.]

You've come a long way from your flip phone. [She tucks the cork into the pocket of her coat and smiles at him. It's obvious that he likes it. And she appreciates a good self-deprecating joke.

The bottle is handed off to him as she accepts the case and props it up on the table that's been left out up here. Even though she knows what he got her, there's still a look of pleasant surprise on her face as she pulls the lid up to look inside. Between the paint job and the custom heads, it's obvious that he put some thought into this. Is it weird that she finds that charming?

She looks over at him with a fond expression as she closes the lid and takes the bow off the top.]
It's perfect. Did you paint it yourself? [She knows he didn't, but it shows that she recognizes the effort that went into procuring it. Moving back over to him, she sticks the bow to his chest as she leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek.] Thank you.
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[personal profile] blackhourglass 2024-01-22 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[It truly is something else to feel the rush of adrenaline caused by knowing that ... basically someone she likes, likes her back. It's a schoolgirl thing she never had time to experience when she was a schoolgirl, except this is so far beyond that. The complexities of layers that weave together to create the possibilities for a relationship like this are probably not even something the fates could have foreseen on one of their magical looms.

As it is, Natasha closes the door behind Bucky, and watches as he makes himself comfortable. Not many people feel this easy to be around. She can count them on two fingers. Clint and Bucky. Nat was also pretty easy around Steve too, but he would always be that really great friend that she wanted to meet someone whose heart was as pure as his was.

Watching Bucky by the fire makes her realize exactly how much she wants this, how much she really needs this, and she hopes that he does too. Swallowing down the sudden bundle of nerves inspired by her realization, Nat wanders over to him and slips her arms around his waist. She could waste time with hemming and hawing over how to broach him, but she was better at being direct, and this felt right, it felt...very right.]


I got it out in case we wanted a couple glasses while we talked, if you wanted to talk that is.
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[personal profile] orthodoxies 2024-01-29 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Take your time. You're always welcome in my shower.

[Grace has just enough idea of what Bucky does to understand that sometimes it takes a while. She's not bothered by it; she can always tinker with some project or just lounge in bed watching TV until he comes back.

It's not like he didn't learn his way around the place yesterday. They had been quite animated with each other.]


Stay safe. And then just show yourself to the bedroom.
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[personal profile] orthodoxies 2024-01-29 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna have to extend my lease, or maybe find another apartment, but yeah. I'd rather be where people want me to be.

[Grace has been living in a short-term rental, having figured she'd work in New York until it was safe to go back to Detroit. She'll have to talk to her landlord about making the living arrangement more permanent. And go through all the little details that come with an actual move. But New York isn't that much different from Michigan,`big and cold and with lots of places to get lost in.

And the most important part is that people here are asking her to stay instead of letting her go and disappear for a few months. They know her story and they still want her. And Bucky has always wanted her. What they have together, she can't replace and she doesn't want to.]


Sushi sounds fantastic. My place or yours afterward? Because I have a different kind of celebrating in mind after dinner.
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[personal profile] anothergo 2024-03-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told, sometimes she takes advantage of it being ladies choice to throw in a selection that would have a higher probability of Bucky 'accidentally' dozing off. Usually she aligns these particular movies when the bags under his eyes reach an alarming shade of insomnia. And when he does drift asleep, Peggy makes certain he stays that way, even if that means getting trapped under under the other super soldier as a partial or full pillow.

Tonight, her plan had gone off without a hitch. So much so that she managed to carefully extricate herself from the couch, turn off the movie, and tuck him in before padding off to try and catch a bit of sleep herself.

Her own sleep's light enough that when he starts moving around in his sleep, it jolts her awake as though it was a threat. Realizing it's Bucky having a nightmare doesn't slow down her movements any, and soon she's reaching down to give his shoulder a bit of a squeeze and shake, murmuring his name with increasing volumes.

That had been a rookie night terrors mistake. It takes a split second for his vibranium arm to find her throat, quick as a viper strike, and then she's struggling for air that's utterly inaccessible.

Dazed by the general surprise of the attack, Peggy doesn't fight back until he's already caught her in a vice grip. First, she goes for the hand choking her, but it's locked down tight. Immovable. Realizing his face is just enough out of reach that an assault there would prove ineffectual, her other hand searches for something hard or sharp. All she can find are pillows and the edge of the couch itself, neither of which were any help.

It's right as her vision starts to narrow that his hand loosens.

She gasps for air immediately, coughing and pushing him back off her just as fast as he sits up. Even as the room spins, her eyes remain wide and locked on him, the light from the streetlamps outside illuminating the horror knitted into his features.

At some point, she opens her mouth to try to speak, but the pain halts her, instilling more coughing and a deep wince. Still, she reaches out to grab his wrist when he tries to leave, keeping him there.

It wasn't his fault. It was a nightmare and she got too close when waking him. It could have just as easily been here, minus the vibranium arm.
]

No. [She finally rumbles roughly, but firmly, before her voice softens. He's not going. They're going to work through this and make sure they're both okay before he leaves. If he leaves.] I know... You didn't. Stay.
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[personal profile] beingawesome 2024-06-16 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You might have mentioned it, but I never get tired of hearing it from you.

And if you give me an ETA, I can make sure I'm good and ready for you to do just that.


[She sends him several pictures this time. The first of her against her dresser, wearing a garter belt and the seamed stockings he loves so much, in exactly the position he suggested. The second is her sitting on the edge, legs spread wide in invitation, and a third of her with her fingers deep inside her, clearly playing as she managed to keep her head just clear enough to trigger the camera mid-moan.]

You can just come in as hard and fast as you like.

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