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AU End Game

Gone.

Steve, Vision, Wanda, T'Challa, Scott, Sam... all gone. It creates an ache in his chest even two years on. The damned racoon lost so many other people too. Thor has fucked off to places unknown. They could track him down, but Bucky always has a feeling that he needs left alone, more than anyone.

Tony has a new baby girl. Morgan. They don't bother him. He'd made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with any of them now. He has his life, and that's enough. Still, Bucky had gone to see the baby and leave a gift, when they were at the hospital. He'd said nothing to anyone. Tony had been down getting a coffee, Pepper had been asleep. He'd just left his little gift, without a name on it and gone.

Rhodey is off, trying to keep the country together, even though everyone is still panicking.

It's just him... and her. She's taken this worse than any of them. Even with the expansion of their little family to include a racoon, Okoye, and Carol, it doesn't fill the ache of all of the others being gone.

They don't know where Clint is, though it wouldn't be hard to find him. They have a lot of information at their fingertips. Just not enough to bring people back.

She's not herself, and he's not himself. He knows that. Their little family, formed in fire, is wrecked, all because of a bastard who decided he knew better.

He stops in the doorway, looking at her. He's carrying actual food in his hands. Not take out, not her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that she makes then abandons.

"Hey." He says, softly. "You should eat." He knows that trying to force her to do anything is not the way to approach her. She's skittish, and that makes it hard. But, he's not going to abandon her. There's too much at stake.

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He chuckles against her mouth. "Can't say I mind it." He teases, tracing his callused fingers so gently over her skin. Cupping one breast in his palm, he lowers himself to suckle the other one. Then he trails kisses up her neck. Wrapping his arm around her, he rolls over and pulls her on top of him. That's what he wants. Her up there, so he can just watch her, no matter what they do.

She shivers as his fingers trail over her still-damp skin. It's amazing. She feels so alive with him, more than she has in a long time. She needs this. The closeness, the connection, the passion. All things that have been missing from her life. She smiles, making a pleased noise as he suckles and caresses her. It's perfect.

She can't help the laugh that escapes her as he turns them. Straddling his waist, she leans down to press a kiss to his lips, trailing more of them along his perfect jaw and neck.

His hair is still wet from the pool and is soaking into one of his pillows. Little droplets fall from her red-blonde hair onto his skin and he swears they sizzle. He needs to do more than just lay here, but this is her show.

Bucky's hands rest on her thighs, and he traces designs up her thigh, around her hip and along her back with his flesh hand. His fingers find the gently rolling warm skin of her body intoxicating. He lifts his chin, letting her get at his neck. His metal fingers, bury themselves in her hair.

They both need this... this... reaffirmation that life has gone on.

Natasha's body trembles under his touch. It had been a long time since she'd been with someone. Between the snap and being on the run before that... it didn't leave much time for a social life. This is exactly what she needs. To feel alive. To feel wanted. To feel... something.

She makes a pleased noise as his hand buries in her hair. He may have put her on top, but that doesn't mean he has to be completely passive. No, this is for both of them. She continues trailing kisses down his neck to his collar bone, tasting sweat and chlorine on his skin. One hand trails down his chest and abdomen, running her fingers along his muscles.

He can see the goosepimples on her skin. His metal hand tightens in her hair, the sensations of her mouth on him beyond words. He's waited for this for a long time, and he wants to savor it, but if she keeps that up, he won't be able to.

He's still not going to stop her. It feels too good, too much.

His flesh hand runs over her back, and he cups a breast in his hand, gently pinching the nipple. He watches her with sleep lidded eyes, ready to bury himself inside her, wanting nothing more than to have her screaming in pleasure.

She makes a soft noise at the tighter grip on her hair. It's the smallest hint of roughness, of what they're both capable of. Not enough to really hurt, but the implication is there and it's so hot. Then his hand is on her breast and she gasps, moaning as he pinches her nipple.

She can't draw it out any longer. And she can feel him pressed against her, so she has a feeling he wants this just as badly. They can go slower and tease and learn each other's bodies later. Now... she needs him inside her. Shifting her weight, she rises up on her knees. Reaching between them, she gently takes his cock and lines it up with her entrance. She watches his face as she slowly lowers herself onto his cock. He fills her up so completely, so perfectly. She moans, struggling to move slowly until he's fully embedded.

She's moving on top of him and that's definitely her he's poking at. But then she takes him in her hand and... "Christ," he hisses, slipping inside her to the hilt.

Slowly, Bucky sits up, and pulls her against him. His arms wrap around her and he moves, just a fraction, rolling his hips against hers. He shakes his hair back out of his face.

His lips find hers, bruising, hard, but his hands are gentle as they slowly move her against him again, drawing a long moan out of him.

Natasha's arms slip around Bucky as he sits up. She just wants him close. She wants to feel every part of him, have as much of their bodies touch as is humanly possible. It's reaffirming to feel his warm body pressed against hers, holding her. And it's exactly what she needs.

She moans into the kiss, mouth opening so his tongue can slip inside. Her body moves as his hands direct her, rolling her hips and moving over him.

The heat created by the pair of them is rapidly drying the water still left on their bodies. But replacing it is the sweet sweat of sex. Bucky wraps his arms around her, letting her move. He wants her to come to completion and knows she can do that, probably better than he can.

She's moving against him and he breaks the kiss panting, then trails punishing kisses along her neck, leaving small red marks in his wake.

Nat's head falls back with a moan, giving him full access to her neck. She likes the fact that he's giving her full control. It gives her the freedom to move and give them both the pleasure they desperately need.

"Bucky..." She gasps, clinging to him. She could make this last, but she knows there will be time due that. Her hips move faster, her movement becoming more eratic as she draws closer to orgasm.

She's beautiful. She's beautiful and sweet, and so damned strong. "Nat." He whispers on a groan. His metal fingers bury in her hair, and pulls her back just enough so that he can lick and suck at one of her nipples.

He's wanted her for a long damn time. It appears he wasn't alone in that want. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he lets her take them on this particular ride.

He definitely wasn't alone in the feeling. She'd just never acted on it because... well for a lot of reasons. They had a bit of a history, what with each trying to kill the other at varying points. Of course she'd forgiven him but still. She also hadn't wanted to risk making things awkward with Steve. But... well, now there were no excuses left and no reason why they shouldn't give in to their needs and desires.

She groans when he tugs her hair, letting him tug her backwards. One of her hands buried in his hair as he sucked at her nipple. It felt so incredible, so perfect. She cried out in pleasure.

Their history is complicated, just like history with anyone else. Theirs a bit more so because guns and other weapons had been involved. But, and he'll never admit this, the shot in Odessa had hurt him. It had snapped him out of being the Winter Soldier for just a millisecond and he'd been horrified at what he'd done... but then the programming had washed over him and he'd forgotten once again.

But this, this he will never foget. The smell, the taste, the everything of her. She cries out and he pants, watching her. Men are dogs, and he licks a stripe up her breastbone to prove it.

She moans, rotating her hips as she rises him. She won't last much longer, but she's determined to get as much out of it as she can.

"Shit... Bucky!"

She cries out, feeling her body start to tense as the orgasm builds. She wants everything. She wants to feel him against her, inside her, in every way possible. They can relearn how to be human together, using sex to unlock emotions they'd tucked away.

It's better than therapy.

If he's a dog, maybe he should fuck her from behind next. His tongue lapping over her skin brings another cry from her. She clutches at him, clinging as she loses the rhythm of her movement. So close.

She's close, he's just as close. He's not going to last long. Shit, he's not sure he's going to last long enough.

He brings her close, cradling her against his body. He drops a kiss on her shoulder and licks at the sweat on her skin. "Let go, Natalia. I've got you." He whispers. He'll never let her go now. Not when all this... No. He won't. Never will he let her go.

He keeps moving, pressing her ever closer and closer to that edge.

She wraps her arms around him, closing her eyes and burying her face in his neck. Her cries are muffled as she presses kisses to his skin, tasting him.

"Bucky..." She gasps. It only takes a few more thrusts to send her screaming over the edge. She throwd her head back, her back bowing as she comes.

She comes. Her orgasm just makes her impossibly more beautiful in his arms. He can't believe that they've come this far, and yet, her muscles begin milking him and drive him over that edge. He growls out her name into her throat and his arms tighten on her.

Bucky is panting harshly against her skin, knowing that this shouldn't change anything, but it will. He's not naive enough to think it won't. But he shuts that part of his brain and just holds her as she quivers.

She relaxed into his embrace, melting into him. Her breathing still comes as ragged gasps as she lightly kisses his neck. She never expected this would happen. But she's definitely not complaining.

She smiles, in no rush to move. "I suppose I should thank you for lunch."

Bucky's laugh is wispy, deep and breathy. He's trying to catch his breath at the same time as just collapsing back against the bed. "It was dinner." He says, amused.

He pulls her down, and kisses her gently. "But who cares?" He says, with a smile.

She laughs, letting him pull her down with him. "Was it? Shit." Of course, the days were all bleeding together and it wasn't always easy to judge the passage of time from within the compound so she isn't too surprised her internal clock is off.

Smiling against his lips, she settles against him. "Mmm true. I sure as hell don't. Not right now, at least."

He chuckles again. "Glad I could distract you a bit." He teases, combing through her hair. She deserves so much better than this life they've chosen.

He leans up and kisses her. "Of course, if Rhodey sees the clothes everywhere, he'll probably complain. In the morning." Because Rhodey? Is a bro.

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