Marvel smut/imagines

Bucky barnes- Loyalty

(Smut free, a work up for part 2, completely out of pocket)

"Make sure to run, I don't want you being caught."

She nodded, anxiety dancing through her veins. Her hands interlocked tightly around his abdomen, pearly nails digging into the skin of her hands.

The motorcycle spun as they narrowly avoided cars of black, as well as a large man in a cat suit trying to claw the living soul out of the two.

She was positive Bucky hadn't done this, more than positive even, they had been fucking the entire day. One too many lip bites in public for him apparently, resulting in him throwing her atop the bed ending up having to resort to the art of limping.

A helicopter roared over top of them along with... a bird? Jesus.

She watched a small man in the distance, strapped to massive metallic wings. What a Monday.

Her thoughts were erased as she saw a flash of platinum painted black, a claw rips into their back tire, sending the both catapulted off the small bike. Tumbling pavement meets her dizzying mind, feeling cold metal and warm skin cradle her, the large silver hand protecting her head.

"STAY DOWN, HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!"

She saw out of her peripheral vision her brother, Steve. He lumbered over, recognition finally meeting him. Shock paints his features, a squeak surprising the other soldiers beside him.

Y/n Rogers, older sister of one rather popular Captain America, known for her catastrophic looks and explosive personality. Yet here she was, cowering away in the infamous Winter soldiers muscular arms.

Steve's hands start to shake again, he thought she was dead, how is she here? Why is she with buck?

"IM NOT GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN!"

Slowly they untangled themselves, careful of sudden movements as a result of the gun cradles aimed at their hearts.

"Run."

She looked at him shocked, she should run. She knew there was no escaping this, that is unless her heart ripped in two and she sprinted towards wherever she could. One part of her said to do it, it's what Bucky wanted, she knew the charges would be anything but kind if she was caught.

Turns out that other part spoke louder.

She rose to her feet, more peoples face contracting as they recognized her.

"Ms. Rogers, please slowly walk over here, away from the fugitive and no charges will be applied to you."

She slowly inches forward and the entire group seems to tense up.

Her head slowly turns as a deep breath sounds from her lover, a gun barrel facing straight at his forehead.

There a boy stood, a large gun held firmly in his hands, having gained the attention from the audience by his defiant act. The gun was less than a meter away from blowing Bucks brains out, and hush fell as the boy cocked the monstrous rifle.

Her body didn't have a choice, obeying a command deep within her conscious forcing her movements. She made her way in front of the gun, leaving Steve and the rest of the audience awed. She raised her hands in surrender, guarding him with her slender body.

"Mam, back away from the fugitive." An older cop spoke, his eyes saddened by time.

"Your going to have to fucking arrest me first."

"What, mam I-"

"Do it."

"If you don't back away you will be sent to jail."

"Go ahead."

Steve stood still as a statue as she was thrown to the ground with his best friend, her eyes tilting to the man behind her, a warm look in her irises.

"I love you, idiot."

"Till Venus blooms, whore"

He nodded, his stare going blank as he's cuffed and tossed into another 6 officers unforgiving arms. The strong men preparing to question him on the questionable Russian words the two had exchanged.

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"Well what does it mean?"

Natashas brow crumples, re-listening to the words that fizzed around the office surround sound.

"It doesn't make any sense."

Tony rubs his hand aggressively across the wrinkles that softly form on his face.

"Maybe you reading it wrong!"

Natasha rolled her eyes harshly, digging her nails into the wooden table.

"Fine! This one means I love you, idiot."

Tony sends his chair racing towards the others, his anger overflowing.

"YOUR JOKING!!! THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!"

"SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK!"

"Fine."

He grasped a new chair that sat politely in the corner, sliding over to the red head.

"It's the other one I'm confused by. It directly means Before the bloom of Venus, whore."

Tony frowned, guilty that he too was blanking.

"Ok, the bloom of Venus. But what does bloom mean?"

Natasha types his thoughts in the computer, thinking the same.

"Venus couldn't even bloom flowers though."

Tony's head swivels, his hand meeting his mouth in shock.
"What?"

"Well it's not physically able to sustain life."

"That's it! Venus can never bloom therefore their love can never die!"

Nat smiles softly at their realization, the raw sweetness of it making her stomach flutter.
"That's almost sweet."

Tony nods writing it in their file, suddenly hearing a small gasp from the woman beside him.

"What now?"

Annoyance at her theatrics yet as he met her eyes, the comment filled with regret.

"That's the slogan for the red room."

"Excuse me?"

"We will stand tall till the bloom of Venus."

Tony typed away in the folder, finding a section labeled 'the red room'

"So they are from the Red room?"

Natasha stares at the table, lost in thought.

"No, only Y/n would have been able to be accepted."

Tony nodded as they twiddled away at hypotheticals, thinking of the possibilities.

Thinking of the life that came before they were released, a dry wasteland ;Littered with crime, murder and hatred. Yet out of the ashes their love grew...into something rather unexpected.

"Winter, meet me by the closet. I have a surprise planned just for you."

*****

Scandalous! Why did I read my old fanfic yesterday and I literally gasped. Like what? Also I'm doing authors notes now so suck it.
-Your weird lil author