1941, Brooklyn, New York
Bucky Barnes wandered down the bustling streets of Brooklyn, his uniform crisp and a playful smile on his face. The war in Europe was raging, but he refused to let it dampen his spirits. As he passed a group of giggling girls, his eyes caught a glimpse of a young woman who stood out from the rest. Helen was her name, he knew her from school, she was three years younger than him. She always had a radiant smile that made his heart skip a beat.
Helen worked at the local bookstore, spending her days surrounded by the pages of endless adventures. She loved the way books could transport her to different worlds, and she often found herself lost in their enchanting stories. However, she had never experienced a story quite like the one that was about to unfold.
One sunny afternoon, Bucky mustered up the courage to enter the bookstore, a bell tinkling above the door as he stepped in. He pretended to browse the shelves, but his eyes were fixated on Helen as she diligently arranged the books.
Her beautiful light blue dress fluttered around her legs at every movement.
Finally, he approached the bookshelf, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey there, miss," Bucky greeted, flashing his most charming smile. "Any recommendations for a soldier looking for a good read?"
Helen looked up, her eyes meeting his. She blushed at the sight of the handsome soldier in front of her. "Oh, um, well, what genre do you like?" she asked, trying to keep her composure.
Bucky grinned. "Adventure and fantasy, I suppose. Something that'll take me away from this war for a little while."
Helen pondered for a moment before pulling out a book from behind the counter. "How about 'The Hobbit'?" she suggested, handing him the book. "It's got a bit of both."
Taking the book, Bucky's fingers brushed against Helen's, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.
"Thank you," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Say, would you like to join me for a cup of coffee sometime? I'd love to discuss this book further."
Helen hesitated for a moment, but then she smiled warmly. "I'd like that," she said, unable to resist his genuine charm.
It was the first time that a man, let alone a handsome one like James Buchannan Barnes, showed interest in her.
She was scared that she was gonna end up hurt by a relationship that’s why she always kept her head down and her nose in the books.
From that day on, Bucky and Helen spent their free moments together, exploring the city, sharing stories, and laughing like they had known each other forever. They found comfort in each other's company, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world around them.
As time passed, their bond grew stronger. Bucky confided in Helen about his fears and doubts, the weight of the war bearing heavily on his shoulders. And Helen, in turn, opened up about her dreams and fears, finding solace in Bucky's unwavering support.
One night, they found themselves on the rooftop of James's apartment building, gazing at the stars above. Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "You know," he began "I never thought I'd find someone like you in the middle of all this chaos. You make everything feel... perfect."
Helen turned to him, her eyes shining with affection. "Bucky, you're my beacon of hope in these dark times." she said softly "When I'm with you, everything feels right."
As the war raged on, their love only deepened. They cherished every moment they had together, knowing that their time might be limited. Bucky's deployment orders loomed over them like a dark cloud, but they refused to let it overshadow their love.
One fateful day, Bucky had to leave for the front lines in Europe. Helen stood on the platform, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held onto him tightly. "Come back to me," she whispered. "Promise me you'll come back."
"I promise," Bucky vowed, his voice filled with determination. "I'll come back to you, Helen. I'll fight with everything I've got to return to your side."
They held onto each other until the last possible moment, and as the train pulled away, Bucky kept his gaze fixed on Helen, etching her image into his heart.
“I love you.” Helen murmured as a tear ran down her cheek.
Through the trials and tribulations of war, they wrote letters to each other, pouring their hearts onto the pages. The letters were their lifeline, a reminder of the love they shared.
And against all odds, Bucky kept his promise, surviving the horrors of war to return to Helen.
After years of fighting and enduring the horrors of war, Bucky Barnes finally returned home to Brooklyn.
The year was 1945, and the world had changed during his absence, but one thing remained constant in his heart: the love he held for his girlfriend, Helen.
Well, he hadn’t proposed yet, but in his heart he thought of her as such.
As the train pulled into the station, Bucky's heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. He had written letters to Helen whenever he could, but he feared that the war might have changed him too much for her to recognize the man she once loved. Stepping off the train, he scanned the crowd, his eyes desperately searching for a familiar face.
And there she was, standing on the deck with the same light blue dress that she wore on their first encounter.
Helen's eyes were fixed on the train, tears glistening as she clutched her white purse tightly in her hands.
Time seemed to slow as their eyes met, and in that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of them.
With every step, Bucky felt his heart swell with love and relief. He reached the deck, and without a word, he embraced Helen tightly, his arms wrapping around her as if he would never let go.
"You're home," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm home, Helen," Bucky replied, his voice equally choked with tears "I'm finally home."
They held onto each other, savoring the feeling of being together again, their love forming an unbreakable bond.
The worries and fears that had haunted them during the long years of separation melted away, replaced by overwhelming joy.
As they walked back to Bucky's house, the world seemed brighter, and Bucky couldn't help but marvel at the simple beauty of everyday life that he had missed during the war.
The laughter of children playing on the streets, the sound of music drifting from an open window… it all felt like a gift he had been given after enduring so much darkness.
Once they reached the house, Bucky looked around, taking in the familiarity of the place he had once called home. He smiled at the pictures on the walls, reminders of happier times they had shared before the war. There was so much to catch up on, so many stories to share.
“I took good care of it.” Helen smiled.
In 1943 money was definitely an issue for her so she sold her apartment and moved into Bucky’s house, keeping it like her own.
Sitting on the couch together, Helen held his hand tightly, as if she feared he might disappear if she let go.
"Tell me everything, Bucky." she said, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection.
And he did. Bucky recounted his experiences, the battles he fought, the friends he lost, and the moments that kept him going: the memories of her smile and the promise of returning to her side.
As the evening turned to night, they talked and laughed, their hearts lighter than they had been in years. The weight of the war still lingered, but with Helen by his side, Bucky felt he could face anything that life threw at him.
It was now night and the two of them were still talking when Helen got up stating that she was tired.
She passed in front of James when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her on his lap.
“I’m tired James.” She complained.
“I love it when you call me James.” He smiled before kissing her.
She melted into his arms, embracing the kiss and resting her hands on his chest, covered by a shirt now unbuttoned.
His hand got under her skirt, hungrily looking for her panties and what was beneath them.
“James.” I snapped out of the sweet trance that the kiss got me into.
“Tell me to stop, doll, and I will.” he said with a serious and dominant tone of voice.
“James…” she just said.
He smirked “Not a stop, doll.” and just like that he slid off her panties, letting them fall onto the floor.
She moaned at the feeling of fresh air against her wet core.
That had never happened to you before. But, then again, no one had ever touched you that intensely. Not even Bucky. Before leaving for war had never done anything more intimate than simple kisses, he knew that it was not yet the right time.
Apparently the right time was now.
Helen held her breath as he started to unbutton her dress.
“You know, I've wanted to see this dress on the floor since the first time I saw you in your shop. It’s like a dream come true.” He admitted, finally throwing the dress somewhere in the living room.
By now she was completely naked, since she took off her bra when she got home, to make herself more comfortable.
Instinctively Helen put her arms in front of her chest, ashamed of being naked in front of a man.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He muttered while admiring the girl.
She smiled at him, pulling him into a passionate kiss while her hands slipped his shirt over his shoulder.
With a swift motion Helen unhooked his belt, dropping his pants on the ground and moaning as she felt his growing bulge in his boxer.
Bucky smirked, lifting her in his arms easily and taking the girl to the bedroom, closing the door with a kick.
Helen sank to her knees between his legs.
“Doll, you don’t have to.”
She looked up, their eyes making contact “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I want to make you feel good.”
“I’m afraid I won’t hold back.” Bucky said.
“Then don’t.” she whispered “I’m ready, I’ve waited long enough. I need you James.” she begged.
He leaned back on the armchair in the room, looking down at the girl.
Helen slid his underpants down, freeing him.
He was already rock hard.
She ran her hesitant hand up and down his length, gently caressing him and leaning in licking the few drops of precum on top of his head.
When he hissed she suddenly stopped, looking up with fear “Did I hurt you? I am so sorry I-”
He shook his head, caressing her hair “It’s fine, it’s more than fine.” he gripped her hair gently in his fist, guiding her.
Helen cupped his balls, enjoying his moans.
“You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered before she licked his head again, rolling her tongue and sucking the tip.
“Oh God…” He moaned as the vein in his cock started to pulsate harder against her hand.
She took him deeper, almost choking on his thick cock.
That’s how he came, deep inside her mouth having reached her throat.
Helen licked him clean, swallowing his cum and earning a proud smile from Bucky.
The man lifted her in his arms, gently kissing her and lowering her on the bed.
“God, you are so beautiful.” He muttered, lowering his head and kissing her once again.
She kissed him back, opening her mouth and allowing him to explore her mouth.
He twirled his fingers around her hair and gently held her firmly against the bed as he started to leave a trail of kisses down her body, only to stop on Helen’s lower stomach.
“We can still stop, if you want to. I don’t wanna pressure you.” Bucky said seriously.
“I want this, I’ve been dreaming about this day since our first date.” Helen blushed profusely while James kept kissing her going lower and lower.
She held her breath as his tongue brushed against her wet folds.
“Relax doll, you’re gonna feel good. I’ll make you feel so good.”
He kept lapping her, slowly inserting a finger in her to help her acclimate to the intrusion in her body.
She whined at the intrusion, moving her lap as if she was trying to escape.
“I know it’s not pleasant at first, but you’re gonna like it.” the man said while brushing his thumb on her clit and making her squirm.
As he positioned between her legs she looked at his erection with worry.
James lifted her chin with his hand, looking at her straight in the eyes “Don’t worry, it’ll fit. I’ll be as gentle as possible.” he promised “After all, you are made for me.”
She hissed as he slid three fingers inside of her. Helen wanted to ease the weird sensation so badly but she wanted to prove James that she could take it, she wanted to make him proud.
“That’s my doll, taking it all like a good girl” he said as if he was reading her mind.
“Oh James.” she moaned.
The man smirked “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you moaning my name.” he smirked as he kept rubbing her clit, giving her immense pleasure, while he started sliding his erection inside of her tight hole.
“Too big.” Helen managed to say.
“You can take it doll, I won’t move until you say so.” he promised, using his spare hand to hug her tightly.
After a couple of minutes Helen seemed to have adjusted to James’s length “You can move.”
He started to move in her slowly but when she started moaning and rolling her hips he completely lost it.
He started moving faster, almost completely getting out of her, and then suddenly slamming it back in.
“James, I think I’m coming…” Helen said, trying not to moan too loud.
In response the man started going even faster, reaching spots she didn’t even know existed and when her walls clenched around him he let go for the second time that night.
They both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Helen enjoying feeling so full and James enjoying finally being closer than ever with his girl.
When he got out of Helen, James had to use all his self-control not to start fucking her a second time. He went to the bathroom, took a damp towel and used it to give a clean to the girl, who rejoiced to feel something cool against her aching pussy.
They fell asleep soon after that, James spooning her under the sheets and almost crying tears of joy.
In the days that followed, they savored every moment together, rediscovering each other and creating new memories. They took long walks in the park, went to their favorite diner for milkshakes, and shared quiet moments together on the deck, watching the sunset.
As time passed, their love deepened, and Bucky knew that Helen was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. One evening, under the stars that had witnessed his return, he got down on one knee and presented her with a small, velvet box.
"Helen, you are the light that guided me through the darkness of war," he said, his voice trembling with emotion "Will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?"
Tears filled Helen's eyes as she nodded, unable to find words to express the joy in her heart. She pulled him into a warm embrace, sealing their commitment with a kiss that spoke of a future filled with love and happiness.
And so, Bucky and Helen began a new chapter in their lives, building a future together that was filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories.
They faced life's challenges hand in hand, drawing strength from each other's love and the knowledge that they had overcome the greatest of obstacles: the war that threatened to tear them apart.
In each other's arms, they found solace and joy, and the nightmares of war gradually faded into the background.
They lived happily, cherishing the gift of love that had brought them back to each other's side.
For Bucky and Helen, home wasn't just a place, it was the feeling of being together, and that was a feeling that would stay with them forever.