Slow Hands | Bucky Barnes

Slow Hands | Bucky Barnes

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Lou Stark wasn't around much for the duration of her fathers life. He was always suiting up in that hideous red armor she despised. And though she tried not to resent him, she couldn't get over how he seemed to give so much of himself to the world yet so little to her. But that all changed after the blip. Her father had saved the world, proving her point. But what good was being right when you didn't have a dad anymore? No, Lou wanted to be worthy of her father's sacrifice. She would bring the Avengers back together. And she'd start with Bucky Barns, the toughest of them all. *Follows the events of TFATWS*
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During the events of Civil War, you're just an intern - working under Stark Industries, sorting files, fetching coffee, completely invisible to most of the Avengers. But not to him. Not to Bucky. He shouldn't even look at you. You're soft. Kind. Whole. And he's a man being hunted, blamed, broken. But there's something about the way you offer him a quiet smile in the hallway, the way you bring extra sugar for his coffee without asking, the way you never flinch when his metal hand brushes too close. You don't see what the world sees when they look at him. And maybe that's why it hurts more. He wants you. Needy, aching, starving for something like comfort, but convinced he doesn't deserve it. Doesn't deserve you. And still, in quiet moments, the walls between you start to burn.

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