The Vacation

IT WAS MAGICAL. His lips were so soft, and the way he had his hands against my face made me feel like the only person in his universe. I savored the taste of his spearmint gum, making my lips tingle just slightly when he had pulled away.

“Y/n, I…” He said, blush creeping up his face, painting it the most beautiful hue I had ever seen. “I would love to do more, believe me, but, I am, as you say old as fuck, and I want to do this when…you’re sober? God dammit, I know it’s boring but it’s what I want to do, and I’m sticking to it! You can’t change my mind, y/n/n? You hear me?” Now he was blushing and smiling.

Of course, Bucky.

Ah, so now we’re communicating with our minds?

It’s more fun. How many people can say that they have done this?

Not a lot, now that I think about it.

I’m tired, Bucky.

I know.

And then I fell asleep.

***

“TONY, RELAX. WE had just gone to the beach, and then out for lunch.” Sam said, his hands resting against the marble kitchen island, rolling his eyes at me as he spoke, “yes, yes, I’m aware that there is a video of y/n being thrown around in the air online. We’re just having some fun.” He paused again, and I could hear the muffled voice of Tony, “as I recall, All Powerful Mr. Stark, you told y/n/n that there were no rules on this trip, so long as we didn’t bring about the end of the world.” I heard more speech on the other end of the line, but Sam hung up and said “fuck that. It’s Friday, let’s go out.”

I had no objections.

I’m not sure where Bucky went, because when I woke up from my nap, he was gone. I actually began to think that I had dreamed that exchange, and that we were going to still be two people stubbornly refusing to act on their feelings. I had taken a lap around the suite, checking in all of the crevices nonchalantly; he can’t know that I’m looking for him. He still didn’t turn up.

I walked back to my room, and sent a thought out to Wanda.

Come in here, bring your stuff. Sam wants to go out.

Be there in five.

I took out my makeup and brushed my teeth, scrolling through my phone until Wanda appeared.

I flashed crazy eyes at her, and told her what had happened.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She screamed, jumping up and down. Wanda was a big supporter of a potential Bucky and y/n relationship, and so was Nat. “Oh my God, this is amazing. I knew we needed something to get the two of you together. Thank God you made that bet with Tony, this is honestly the best thing that has happened to me in ten years—well besides Vision, obviously. But this is huge! It might top meeting Vision. Actually, I’m certain it does.” She rambled on, holding my hands and forcing both of us to jump up and down.

I was happy to share this with Wanda; she had heard so many dreary things from me since we had met. She was my sounding board for all of the horrible thoughts I had in those first few months with powers. Being dropped off at the Avenger’s Compound by S.H.I.E.L.D was not exactly the meeting I had anticipated, but, she immediately made me feel welcomed, and never made me feel judged. Her and Pietro were the first to break through my exterior, and learn what had happened and let me know that it was okay. I am forever in debt to the two of them. My new family.

“Ah, y/n, your hair.” I looked down because of Wanda’s comment, and realized that I had accidentally lit the ends of my hair on fire. I’m still not sure how and why this occurs, but it’s miraculous that it doesn’t catch anything else on fire. That’s a problem for a different day.

“I’m so confused by that, anyways, YES. I’m so fucking happy, it doesn’t feel real. But, I haven’t been able to find him since…” I trailed off at the end of my sentence, and Wanda immediately knew what I was thinking.

Y/n/n, he doesn’t think that. He likes you for you it’s so clear, just from the way he looks at you. It’s like you’re the center of his world, and there’s nothing he would rather look at. Relax, you know him. He always needs time to decompress. Wanda rubbed my arm as she sent those thoughts to me, giving me a sympathetic smile.

“You’re right, I’m just being dramatic. He always does this.” I rubbed in some moisturizer on my face, Wanda doing the same. “What kind of music should I put on?”

***

THERE WAS A pounding on the bedroom door, followed by a “Wanda, sweetheart, we just want to know how much longer the two of you will be?” Vision’s voice was quiet, and I instantly knew it was not him that knocked. Pietro was sprawled out on the bed, he was always invited when Nat, Wanda and I hung out—since he’s Wanda’s twin, he is an honorary sister.

“Fuck off, they’re picking out their outfits. Probably twenty minutes.” Pietro shouted, playing 8-ball with Bucky on his phone, who I still hadn’t seen.

We had filled Pietro in, and he was just as happy as Wanda. He has a weird relationship with Bucky, it must be the Hydra thing. They always had a calm silence when it was just the two of them, and had snuck off on more than one occasion to process things together after a battle or honestly, anything stressful. They were more alike than anyone thought.

“Okay, so, I’m thinking, Go-Go dancer vibes. It’s vacation!” I said, holding up my outfit for Wanda and Pietro to see. Wanda was doing the same with her outfit, which was more of a y2k look, but could honestly pass for Go-Go dancer if she danced the right way.

“Love it, love the vibes, love the colors, I like that it won’t be too hot so neither of you will complain that you ‘wore this outfit because it’s cute, but it’s too hot in here’. I’m feeling like we made great decisions today as a team.” We laughed at Pietro’s words, and he let himself out of the room so we could change.

I heard the guys out in the living room, mainly Steve and Sam, complaining about the time, and Pietro assuring them that we wouldn’t be too much longer.

“You know what, Wanda?” I asked, turning to her as I pulled on my shoes, “I don’t think that Bucky, or anyone really that’s here, has seen me dressed up. Ever.”

“You mean just Steve, Sam, and Bucky.” She elongated the syllables in Bucky’s name, and I threw a pillow at her. “No, I mean it. It’s a big night for you; they never bothered to go out to dinner when we were at home, so they haven’t seen more than a glance when you, Nat and I ran out the door.”

I thought of all of the times I knew Bucky was hanging around for me in the kitchen, waiting for my evening snack time, only to figure out that I was leaving for dinner. He was always invited, and never came, so I never thought too much about it at the time.

“You’re right. They never wanted to go with us. And now I win us a vacation and everyone’s suddenly on my side? Something is weird here, W.” I mused, checking my outfit one last time before Wanda opened the door.

“Prepared to be stunned by our extremely accurate Go-Go Dancer inspired outfits, that, thankfully I don’t think any of you were alive or sentient for, sorry Steve and Bucky.” Wanda said, strutting out of the room and right into Vision’s arms.

“I mean damn, every time we go somewhere we lose the two of them in like the first five minutes.” Sam said, taking a sip of water.

“Imagine rooming with them,” Pietro said, rolling his eyes, “it’s like I don’t exist.”

“Oh, poor baby P, always getting the short end of the stick.” I said, fawning over him and batting my eyes. He blushed a little because I never teased him like this in front of the patriotic trio, but I didn’t care. “Do you need a hug, little guy?” I asked, my arms outstretched towards him. He pushed me playfully, and Bucky’s arm was immediately there to catch me.

When I turned to him, his eyes were cold steel, and focused right on Pietro. If Pietro noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He could out-smart Bucky and out-run him in his sleep. We all pretended like Pietro wasn’t the most agile Avenger, to avoid hurting some egos on the team.

“Oh, nice to see you Bucky. What’s it been, like five hours?” I said pointedly, taking his arm off of my waist. I wasn’t angry, I was just confused on why exactly I hadn’t seen him after he had said what he did, and we had kissed. But really, what else could I expect from the famed Winter Soldier? The man forever afraid of caring for someone.

“Nice to see you too, doll. You look beautiful.” He said, completely ignoring my jab, and putting his hand back on my waist.

“That is bold, Buck. Are you two going to have an old-fashioned duel? I think that occurred during your youth, right? Back in the 1840s?” Sam joked, trying to ease this one-sided tension Bucky had created between himself and Pietro.

“Yeah, Buck, I’m pretty sure the only one willing to fight to the death for y/n is you.” Pietro said, raising his hands in innocent protest. Smart move.

Bucky flipped everyone off and sat down on the couch, away from me. I just stood there, awkwardly trying to figure out how to shift the conversation. “So, what are we doing for our first night out?” I asked, looking at Sam, who had appointed himself fun-master of our trip.

“Oh, just you wait.”

***

THE MUSIC WAS so loud, I could barely hear myself think. Or others think. All I could hear and feel was the bass of whatever weird techno 90’s remixes were being played in this way-too-small nightclub, and the hard plaster of the floor.

Vision, Wanda, Pietro, Sam and I were on the dancefloor and had been for over an hour. The two old guys were sitting in a booth by the back of the venue, but, they made sure that they were always able to see us directly. Bucky was worried about a villainous attack on the Avenger’s, and Steve was worried about one of us slipping and falling.

I was dancing with Pietro and Sam mostly; Wanda and Vision were in their own little world as always. I hadn’t had anything to drink yet; this afternoon was more than enough to satiate my alcohol intake for a few days.  Sam and I were currently dancing to whatever weird remix was on, when Pietro grabbed my hand and started to spin me. We then started dancing closer to each other, and I gave Pietro a curious look.

“Don’t be mad, but, I did just do a little speed run over to the booth,” he yelled, his mouth pressed directly against my ear, “W.S. is staring directly at you, and I want to see if he’ll take a little action if we get a little closer.”

“P, I feel like I’m in every 90’s chick-flick. How cliché!”

“But it’s definitely the best course of action, my love.” Pietro grinned at me and got a little closer, and closer, and closer until we were dancing face to face. Sam had started to do the robot with Vision, who was having a pretty hard time accomplishing what should be second nature.

Pietro spun me around so that I could look at Bucky directly, “smooth!” I shouted at him, and immediately met the cold steel look I had come to know. Bucky’s fists were clenched on the table, bending the metal surface only slightly. Steve was whispering, or shouting, feverously into Bucky’s ear, I’m guessing in an attempt to calm him. When I thought he registered me looking at him, I gave him a small wave and a smile. He was up and racing for me in an instant, leaving Steve mumbling to himself and throwing his hands up in the air.

Before Pietro and I realized what was happening, I was outside, my arm held in a vice grip by Bucky’s metal one. “What the fuck was that?” He asked, his voice icy.

“What was what, Buck?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb in there, y/n. If you like him, just tell me.”

“I should tell you?” I shouted, not even realizing that my voice had raised a few octaves, “you’re the one who kissed me and then disappeared for five hours! But, I should tell you, Bucky that can do no wrong if I have feelings for someone else? Do you have feelings for someone else? Because I’m not the one that ran away when things went further than normal, and I am not the one who ‘wished we could do more if you were sober.’ That was all you. Now unless you have something to say that I want to hear, let me go back inside.”

My chest was heaving, and Bucky’s wasn’t far behind. He had loosened his grip on my arm when we had come outside, but, I knew it was going to bruise by the morning. He just kept staring at me, eyes unreadable, mouth slightly open.

“Well?” I asked, tapping my foot to get my point across.

“Shut up,” he growled, pulling me in and kissing me again. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, until he pulled away just enough to say, “I fucked up. I’m an idiot. And an ass. Will you have me even still?”

His eyes were pleading with mine, his hands running along my back. My knees went weak.

“Obviously.” I gave him a chaste kiss, and dragged him back inside.

He followed me, although I could feel it was a bit begrudged, I appreciated the effort he was able to give me.

“Are you going to stay in the corner with America’s Most Boring Man, or are you going to have fun with the girlies…and Vision…and Sam?” I asked, batting my eyelashes just a little to sway him. He rolled his eyes and nodded towards the dancefloor.

Captain America, report for duty on the dance floor. Immediately. Otherwise drop and give me thirty.

Steve laughed at me, but he soon joined us on the dancefloor.

“We really need to get some of Thor’s beer for you guys, it’s boring that you’re always sober. I want to see drunk Bucky.” I yelled, wrapping my arms around Bucky’s neck as I danced and he just…stood there.

“I’ll send him a text,” he said, and went to pull out his phone. I had the most shocked expression on my face when I batted his phone back into his pocket. “Okay, I won’t do it right now, I’ll do it in the uber.”

“Aren’t you guys going to dance?” I asked him and Steve, and they both just looked at me. “Bucky, I know you have a fun side, and, Steve, we need to access that fun side right now.”

Bucky and Steve started awkwardly moving to the beat, and Sam and Pietro took over instructing Steve, and Bucky was all mine.

I gave him a few pointers, and had him watch Vision to which he said: “fuck that, if a robot can do it so can I.” And he was suddenly a semi-okay dancer.

We stayed until about two in the morning, all seven of us on the dance floor, not really caring how we looked or acted. Bucky and I had kissed a few times, but nothing too crazy; I knew he wasn’t into PDA.

We were walking back into the hotel, hand in hand, and our gaggle of friends trailing behind us when Bucky pulled me closer. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He whispered, I think in an effort to make sure no one heard. Before I could reply, our friends erupted in admiration.

“Bucky, that was very sweet. I didn’t know you had the ability to care for anyone else. Also, I thought that I was the best thing that happened to you, considering we’ve been best friends for practically a century.” Steve interjected, walking up and taking Bucky’s free hand.

We all crammed into the elevator, and my back was to Bucky’s chest. He rested his head on mine, and had both of his arms wrapped around my stomach. I could feel him humming lightly, and my knees gave out, again.

“Whoa, you good there mind girl?” Sam asked, noticing the fact that I almost fell. I started to blush and was about to answer when Vision did for me.

“She seem to be have a physiological reaction to what I assume is a combination of Bucky’s presence, and his incessant humming that he’s been doing ever since we got into the uber.” His voice was laced with a little bit of AI annoyance, and everyone started to giggle.

“Now, Vis, honey, play nice please.” Wanda said, reaching up to give Vision a kiss on his cheek.

“I seem to remember a lot of Wanda-swooning back in the early days of your relationship, Vis.” Bucky said, staring at the elevator numbers impatiently waiting for it to hit ‘P’.

“Oh! So this is a relationship now?” Pietro exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder. “Congrats to the both of you: one of you won the former murderer, and the other a psychological weapon.” He joked, and I smiled a little and jostled his shoulder with my arm.

“It is not a relationship.” Bucky stated in his monotone way, and didn’t elaborate any further.

“They’re going to be married in three months, mark my words.” Sam said, giving us an all knowing look. When he was met with what I can only assume was a ‘what the fuck’ look from Bucky, he kept going. “C’mon, man. You know you’re smitten with her; you have been since she first showed up. I’m just surprised it took this long. I owe Banner and Stark twenty bucks each.”

I stared at Sam, disbelief written clearly on my face. “Oh, yeah…We all placed bets on how long it would take for this to happen.” Steve piped up with an explanation, adding, “I owe you fifteen, Sam.”

Wanda, Vision and Pietro began to mutter about who they owed money to, and who owed them.

“Who won?” I asked, genuinely curious. Bucky’s arms tightened on my waist.

“I think it was me.” Wanda said, her eyes staring up at the ceiling of the elevator, clearly in thought. “Yeah, I’m certain it was me.”

“This is the longest fucking elevator ride of my life.” Bucky whispered to me, kissing my ear a little. The elevator doors opened and as soon as Bucky and I were out, and he was dragging me to my room.

“Alright, guess we’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Steve yelled as Bucky slammed the door.

“Hi.” He said, taking a few steps towards me.

“Hi.” I sat down on the bed.

“Now, it’s just us. Fucking finally.”

And in a moment, his hands and mouth were on me, and I was flat against the mattress. I didn’t even have a chance to breathe before Bucky’s mouth was sucking on my neck. I let out an embarrassing moan when he accidentally bit me.

“Oh, you like it rough, don’t you doll?” He growled, biting me even harder behind my ear. My back arched off of the bed, hands instantly in his hair. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head. “If this is going to work baby, I’ve got to hear that pretty little voice, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes…I can Buck.” I replied, breathing increasing when he began to push my shirt up. He pushed me up, and my shirt was off, and I was back down onto the bed. “As much as I love this forcefulness, Bucky, and I do…I’m going to get a fucking concussion if you whip me around like that again.”

Bucky laughed against my neck, it tickled my skin as he got closer and closer to my breasts.

“Fucking unbelievable. I can’t believe I didn’t kiss you sooner.” His voice was so low, and raw that I hardly recognized it as he spoke against my bare chest. The combination of his nipping at my nipples and the scratch of his stubble almost had me cumming right there. He made sure to alternate pretty often between one breast and the other, relentlessly sucking and biting on the sensitive skin.

“Buck…Mark me.” I moaned, my legs pressing together as I closed my eyes. He obliged, and began sucking so hard on my skin I thought my head would explode. It was pure ecstasy, that mouth on me, and those teeth; I was in heaven.

“As much as I’m loving this, doll, I need to taste more of you.” He groaned, reluctantly pulling away from my chest to remove my skirt. “Fuck, look at these pretty panties. Such a pretty blue. They’ll look better on the fucking floor.”

He ripped off my underwear in an instant, forced my legs apart and began eating me out like it was his first meal in days.

“Fuck, James, fuck.” I could hardly speak or see where I was, his mouth was sucking on my clit so hard. His fingers were pumping in and out of me so fast, the cool metal driving me insane.

“Say my name again, doll.” He started pumping even faster, and was alternating biting the sides of my thighs harshly and tongue-fucking my clit.

“James, fuck. I’ve never…Oh my God. Fuck.” I was almost crying, the pit in my stomach getting harder and harder to control. “Harder!” It took only a second before Bucky’s fingers were fucking me at an almost impossible rate, the sound of his hand slapping was deliciously vulgar.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He whispered against me, the sensation making me scream. When I didn’t reply, he continued, “dancing like that all night with me, in that cute little outfit. If only you knew that I wanted to fuck you right there, in front of everyone. Driving me fucking crazy. Cum for me, my little slut.”

I came harder than I ever had, nearly sobbing and definitely seeing stars.

“No one’s ever…fuck…no one’s ever made me cum like that before, James.”

“Get ready to do it again,” he said, fumbling with his belt and boxers. His cock sprang free, and it was the biggest I had ever seen. Easily nine inches and thicker than anything I could’ve imagined, I think I started drooling. “Close your mouth, you can do that another time. Right now, I need to feel that sweet pussy, doll.”

I nodded and Bucky positioned himself over me, and leaned down to place a sweet kiss on my forehead. “I’m ready,” I whispered, still barely able to move from my orgasm.

When he started to push into me, my head sunk deeper into the pillow, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced—I felt so stretched and full, and he only had a little in.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Almost done.” He was whispering to me as he eased in further, holding my hand in his. Once he bottomed out, I let out a moan and wrapped my legs around his thighs.

“Fuck me, harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone.” I whispered, reaching up biting his neck harshly. He looked at me incredulously for a moment, before kissing me briefly.

“Your wish is my command. But just remember, you asked for it.” Bucky said, and immediately set out at the most brutal, animalistic pace I had ever experienced. I couldn’t even move as his thick, lengthy cock slammed into me, hitting my G-spot and cervix in a way that made me scream. I was unable to think, and was only able to register the pure bliss I was experiencing.

“Fuck baby,” Bucky growled, taking my legs and raising them straight into the air, hitting me at a new angle that made me scream even louder. I wasn’t even saying anything coherent, the feeling of his cock pounding into me was too overwhelming.

I felt the pit in my stomach again, burning red hot, and looked into Bucky’s eyes. “Go ahead and cum for me, you little slut. Wanted me to fuck you as hard as I could, and you couldn’t even last thirty seconds.” He whispered, and I came for the second time, stretching out my orgasm due to his incessant pounding.

I came again right after, and I’m not even sure the second orgasm ever ended.

Bucky was starting to get sloppy, his moans were so loud, gripping my legs so hard they were going to bruise. I gathered whatever strength I had and created vines around Bucky’s hands, tying them to my legs, forcing them to go even straighter. My eyes rolled back and I moaned.

“You naughty little girl, tying yourself up.” He moaned, eyes closed, “I’m not going to last much longer, doll.”

I watched Bucky’s face, laced with pleasure and concentration. I loosened the tightness of the vines, pulling his face down to mine. “Cum inside of me, James.”

That’s all it took; Bucky came instantly, his cum so warm inside of me. He couldn’t stop moaning, and collapsed on my chest.

We sat in silence for a few moments, Bucky still inside of me, and cum dripping down my legs, until Bucky spoke.

“Why the fuck haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”