CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

36 || You

TW

mental exhaustion (Marie)
smut and fluff
deep talk
angst
two idiots being vulnerable

AN: I'm going into hiding

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"You're really alright!"

M flung herself at Bucky the second she saw him standing in the doorway to the underground garage, not caring enough if the Ronan was parked correctly or had the right stand.

She had had this nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach all the way back to the safehouse. Her mind was racing with scenarios of how Rumlow would get to him and it drove her fucking mad. She had always assumed he knew the trigger words to the soldier's brain, but she hadn't been sure. Now she was.

To see him standing right there, safe and sound because he was the smartest fucking person in the world and stuck to the promise he had given her, Marie felt every emotion crash over her like a tidal wave as tears rushed down her face.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her into his chest tightly, his face buried in the hollow spot between her nack and her shoulder. He took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of her shampoo that was mixed with blood and dust and smelled of smoke. It calmed him nonetheless.

He pulled his head back, causing M to do the same, and he looked at her for a moment, appreciating her soft facial features and the way her lips curled, before he wrapped her mouth in a needy kiss with his own. The soldier pressed his wife with her back against the wall as their lips moved with favour, savouring the other's taste while their tongues fought each other for dominance. M bit down on his bottom lip with a grin when she realized she wouldn't win that fight. Her action was answered with a moan spilling from Bucky's throat. He could feel his cock straining against the thick fabric of his black denim. She pecked his lips again before she nudged the tip of his nose with hers and looked at him.

"Why are you crying, doll?" Bucky asked worriedly, pulling the com from her ear and stuffing it in the back pocket of his pants before he set her down on her feet. His hands found their way to her face and he brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I don't know" M answered honestly. "It's just" she paused for a moment to think about the right words to described what was going on inside of her "everything's crashing down on me and I..."

She swallowed the thick, cottony ball of saliva that had formed in the back of her throat and suffocated her voice. Her whole body was trembling and every nerve felt as if it was on fire.

Bucky grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her into his chest again, resting his chin on the top of her head before he snug his strong arms around her and crossed them on her back. He fumbled the tie from the sloppy ponytail and raked his fingers through her hair and over her scalp to calm her down.

"You're home now" he whispered against her head. "But if you ever pull a move like that again I swear I'm gonna tie you to a bed for the rest of your life."

Marie laughed through her tears.

"As if you needed a reason to tie me to a bed" she mumbled against his chest.

"You're not wrong about that. But let's not bring this topic up right now. I think there's more important stuff to talk about."

Bucky huffed, but smiled to himself. He truly didn't need a reason to tie her to a bed, but he would keep her there every second of the day if it meant she wouldn't go on a murder spree without him.