Bucky Barnes Fics

Let Me Give You A Hand

The first time you mentioned it, it was a casual remark, you didn't think anything of it, but Bucky was confused. Very confused. He thought maybe it was some strange saying women from this time said. But it bothered him that you wouldn't let him help you.

So he brought it up to Sam, explaining how he tried to lift you up so that you could reach into the back of the top cabinet, however, you gently slapped his hands away saying you were too much, too heavy and he would throw out his back.

That led to an entire conversation that he never thought he would have. He never considered that you would have any insecurities, why would he when Bucky thought you were perfection.

He spent the entire drive home mulling it over and the only flaw that he could come up with was that you didn't think he couldn't lift you up, that you believed that you were too heavy for him.

And he did not like that.

When he walked into the house, Bucky found you sitting on the couch watching Netflix, he studied you for a good five minutes, getting closer and closer until his nose was touching yours.

You look up from the screen to see an irate Bucky glaring at you, and you can't figure out why. "Uh, Bucky, you okay?" you ask slowly, moving back into the cushions.

"You don't think I can handle you, huh?" he challenges, placing his arms around you, "you think you're too heavy for me?" His offended tone lingering in the air.

You stammer out, "well I, I mean, I didn't want you to drop me or anything."

And that sets him off. He has plans already forming in his mind. He nods, his narrowed blue eyes peering into yours, "okay then, doll."

He walks away with a laugh, "we'll see about that."

You stare at his retreating body. "We shall see about that!"

That night, you're walking out of the bathroom about to go to sleep when he scoops you up with his right hand and holds you in the air, ignoring your startled shrieks, he walks around to your side of the bed and gently lays you down.

You look up shocked and mildly confused for the second time today, Bucky smirks at you and places a kiss on your lips.

"Goodnight, doll." He has a smug air about him, his blue eyes telling you he's right and you're wrong. It's intoxicating, and he loves it. Not as much as he loves you but it's pretty damn close

The next morning, the previous incident is forgotten as you drag yourself awake and search for the caffeine you need to survive Monday. You shuffle to the kitchen, a quick press of a button on the fancy machine that Tony gave you, and the familiar aroma of coffee floats through the air.

You watch the slow drip into the pot, unaware of the blue eyes observing you from the doorway. You open the cabinet, reaching for your favorite mug on the second shelf, when suddenly you're at eye level with it. Actually, from this height, you have to look down to see it

Firm hands grip your waist and you swear you feel him softly bite your left butt cheek. Your bare feet dangle in the air and you look back to see him smirking up at you.

"Take your time," he says, "I can hold you up all day."

You grab your mug, "okay, okay, I get it, now put me down," you screech.

He saunters over to the fridge, raising you up and down, "are you sure you don't need anything from up there," Bucky teases. "Are you sure, doll?"

"Yes, I'm sure," you exclaim, holding your mug close to your chest. "I'm sorry Bucky, now put me down."

He places you in the middle of the table, flexing his arms in a way that should be obnoxious but dammit he's so cute you can't help but laugh.

He wraps them around you again, 'I can handle all of you and any man before me that made you feel less than perfect or too heavy was a little boy." He takes your chin between his fingers, "I'm no boy and I can take care of you and if I want to carry you around for the hell of it or pick you up so that you can get something off the top shelf, let me do it."

He means it.

If he could, he would go back and punch every person who ever made you doubt yourself and him.

He's going to have to settle for making you feel safe and secure in his arms. He brushes another kiss to your open mouth, pushing your jaw close with his vibranium finger before leaving the room, the smug air surrounding him again.

You watch him walk away, his gray sweatpants clinging to his ass, and you have to admit you're a little turned on and amazed.

A lot turned on. That was sexy as hell and the way his voice lowered, oh.

By the end of the week, you're almost used to him randomly picking you, carrying you throughout the house. You completely underestimated his strength and after the fifth time he swept you off your feet, its hard to hide how much you enjoy it.

You love it, from the way he tosses you around, to how easily he lifts you up, not even breaking a sweat.

Its sexy and he knows it.

His favorite move so far is to toss you on the bed and however, you land is the position he takes you in. It's your favorite move too, until the night he discovers all the things he can do to you standing up and you learn how strong all his muscles are.