James Bucky Barnes, the former soldier, doesn't think he's got any gentleness left in him. But Grace Juniper Cunningham, the former child prodigy, strongly disagrees.
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"𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯."
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴�...
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🚫spanking ahead🚫
❌❌‼️‼️ SPOILER: GRACE BENDS OVER BUCKY'S LAP AND HE SLAPS HER ASS REPEATEDLY AND IT IS FRAMED AS A PUNISHMENT ❌❌‼️‼️
To avoid this, stop after the first "Daddy" mention in this chapter. You won't miss any plot points.
PS there's literally no good reason to comment saying you don't like a kink...HYDRA stands for Hush, Y/N, Don't Ruin Arousal
A whole week passed. Bucky and I were a little too close, but also not close enough.
Tony, Bruce, and I spent all our time in the lab pouring over whatever data we could salvage about how FRIDAY had been hacked, and all other projects were back-burnered (so much for my soft robots). We programmed new security measures. We hand wrote lists of everyone in the building at the time.
I didn't go to Colin's funeral. I wouldn't have gone even if I could've left the Tower for it. I'd never met any of his family, but I still didn't want to have to tell whatever lie SHIELD had come up with for what happened to him.
And I certainly didn't want to be there floating around like a specter, haunting him in death too. I felt like a curse. A bad omen. I tried not to think about it at all.
Bucky would only leave me alone around certain Avengers, and he was more willing to leave me with some than with others. Steve was always fine, and often got stuck with me. Natasha was usually okay, but he wouldn't be gone for long. Wanda and Vision could only babysit me if there was no one else around, despite the fact that they were each more powerful than anyone else in the building.
He would only leave me in the lab if Tony was there, not just Bruce. I thought Bruce was relieved to not be responsible for me anyway. He didn't trust Clint at all; Clint never got any babysitting duties. As for Sam, who had just recently returned to the Tower, the only way Bucky would've left the two of us alone would've been if Sam and I were the last two people on the planet.
I thought that last one had more to do with possessiveness than anything else.
When Sam walked into the sitting area one day after work that week, I had a book in my lap, and I was consciously ignoring the conversation Bucky and Steve were having on either side of me, in the armchair and at the other end of the sofa, respectively. But I still looked up when Sam came in, before he even said anything. It was the first time I'd seen him in two years.
"Sam!" I'd said excitedly, breaking away from Bucky to hug him. My biggest mistake.
"How've you been?" Sam asked, letting me run into him, wrapping his arms around me lightly. "Did you shrink? I swear you used to be taller than this."
My face was at his chest, but so many people were tall around here, I barely even noticed it anymore.
"Maybe you grew?" I suggested, pulling away, taking a step back, looking up at him.
