S.Rogers x Stark!Reader, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader
Y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiari...
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"So Sharon isn't staying the night?" Bucky asked, quirking a brow. Steve jumped slightly, resting his hand over his heart as he turned to face his former best friend.
"Jesus, Buck. You scared me." Steve breathed, gaze hard. Bucky smirked, pushing himself off the wall where he leant beside Steve's door, arms folded tightly over his chest and ankles crossed.
"So, no sleepovers?" Bucky asked once again, sauntering slightly closer to Steve now. Steve's hands now laid flat at his sides, expression cold, indifferent, as he eyes Bucky as the former assassin moved closer.
"What's it to you?" Steve snapped, eyes following Bucky as he walked to the side of Steve.
"You hurt my girl. Just trying to find out why." Bucky shrugged, coming to a stop at Steve's door. "You wanna invite me in for a drink?" Bucky prompted, twitching his head towards the door. Steve sighed heavily, but opened the door and let Bucky in none the less.
Once inside, Bucky headed straight for Steve's little kitchenette, plopping himself down in one of the chairs that awaited neatly next to the small dining table. Steve wandered in too, grabbing a couple beers from his fridge before joining Bucky. He slid one of the cool bottles over to the Super soldier, the compensation leaving a wet trail across the wood.
"I'm guessing you want to talk to me about something?" Steve supplied, taking a swing of his beer. Bucky nodded, not touching his as he leant forward in his chair.
"I know you still love y/n." Bucky confessed, poker face not giving away a single emotion. Steve breathed in deeply, flitting his gaze away momentarily.
"I do." He said simply, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his sturdy chest. "And I'll wait for her, however long it takes."
"Why do you think she'll ever leave me? Especially after seeing you move on so quickly." Bucky scoffed, shaking his head.
"Because she loves me." Steve kept his sentences simple.
"And she also loves me, and seeing as I'm not the one whoring off with some blonde against I meant whilst she was being tortured...I'd like to say my chances are high." Bucky quipped with a tight smile.
A shuffle outside had both men looking up, towards Steve's door. They could both tell y/n was standing there, listening to them. But they both seemed to ignore it for now, continuing their heated discussion.
"And yet you're the route of so much of her pain." Steve mused with a small smile. Bucky's eyes rolled, a humourless laugh falling from his lips.
"I know she loves you, but I also know that she trusts me more. So whatever you think is gonna happen, it's not." Bucky claimed, pushing back from the table and standing from his chair. He walked slowly over the the door, hand wrapping firmly around the handle before he was pulling it open. "Come on in, doll."
