Modern!AU Sugar Daddy!Bucky Bucky doesn't need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn't that desperate... but she smiles so sweetly and she's endearingly awkward, and he's so lonely. She's an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn't need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Y/N Ivanova has had a rough life. She grew up on a lie, was ripped away from her home, and put into a malicious system that shattered her identity. Will she be able to find her way back to the only memorable people she's ever known? Winter Soldier X Reader Sister of Natasha and Yelena fanfiction Set in 2016. Civil War never happened. TW: This story might be angsty and contain violence, any other trigger warnings I will put at the beginning of a chapter. (I DO NOT OWN MARVEL OR IT'S CHARACTERS)

"I know." He said with soft furrowed brows. "I'm real sorry Luna." She nodded and glanced around the stadium at everyone staring at them. "I forgive you." She said looking back at him. "Anyone who is crazy enough to come out bare ass on the ice deserves that." Luna grinned.

"Not enough to scare you I hope," Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass. "Quite the opposite," he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa. "Good, I think we'd balance each other out perfectly," she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.

"You're-" he paused and dared to glance up, forcing himself to look ahead at the kitchen cabinets but even seeing her blurred in his peripherals was almost too much. "I'm what, Sarge?" "You're somethin' else, Ace."

"We could always cut straight to that third date."

"It's nothing," he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for you I wouldn't be as busy as I am." This peeked her curiousity. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Well... the days that you uhm... visit," he paused for a moment, his hands tucking into his jean pockets, "those are my best days."

"Yeah. I was thinking we could sneak out tonight and watch the fireworks by the lake when everyone else is too drunk. You down?" Bucky stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'd go anywhere with you."

She scoured the rest of the house, rushing through the kitchen and down a long hallway with marble floors until she found a door at the end of it. Just as her fingers wrapped around the handle, she felt something cold pressed against the back of her neck. Kara froze, eyes wide as all of her breath was sucked from her lungs. "Don't. Move."

Summary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.