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High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!

“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”

“Y/N I am your boss.”

“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”

“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”

“We are going to get married in the chapel!”

“At the chapel I see.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately, Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.

Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”

“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.

“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out into laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.

“I see.”

“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.

“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.

“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.

“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorably.

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”

“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”

“You broke your arm. Remember?”

“WHY DID I BREAK MY ARM? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I AM SO DRIZZY.”

“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”

“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.

“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.

“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.

“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”

“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.

“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.

“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed at his boss.

‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.

“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and a wide smile stretched across her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”

Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”

“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”

“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”

“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings with a bright smile to the nurse. The people burst into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that, she left the team again.

Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you will give me a blue ring okay?”

“Okay,” Hotch relents with a smile that is usually unseen.

“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.

“I will.”

“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.

But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.

Mission Gone Wrong PT 2

Warnings: Nothing really

You know that feeling, like someone watching you while your sleeping, that's what you’re feeling right now. You were slowly waking up, becoming more aware of the noises and movements around you. You try not to move, after what you had been through it worked better for you not to rush into anything in case of danger. Assessing your position to the noise, you find that you’re in the lab-based of beeping and some of Tony’s curses, your back is to the wall and you have several warm weights lying on different parts of you.

The past events quickly come back to you, the Quinjet full of animals. Knowing you are safe you slowly open your eyes, only to be met by a set of steely grey ones. Set in the dark fur, it made them glow with even more mystery than he already was. You let out a soft sigh, this was a great way to wake up, even if Bucky happened to be a cat. He reached his paw up gently running it down your face, careful not to use his claws.

“Hey doll, you awake?” You jump slightly, who wouldn’t, you’d forgotten that they could still talk in this form.

“Hey Buck, what’s wrong?” You get slightly panicked, he is a cat now, not something you were used to having around you. “Water? Food? What can I do?”

“Well first you can calm down I’m fine. So is everyone else though I think you woke most of them up from the nap they were having.” You glance around you finding several animals perched about you, some draped across your legs like Steve and Sam. Clint perched on your shoulder, with Nat tucked safely into his side. Wanda had been tucked into the crook of your arm but now was nestled against your chest, you hadn’t noticed her until this moment.

“Oh sorry Wanda, hope I didn’t squish you.”

“All’s good. It really felt like a full body hug, I really enjoyed it. Maybe I can get another one later?” She quirks her head to the side, looking absolutely adorable, there was no way you were going to say no to her. She jumps down and curls up next to her brother, who is now laying on his back stretched along one of your thighs.

A paw comes back and forces you to look back at Bucky. “Tony said there was nothing to be done for a while so he said to head upstairs, not going to do much good here heating up the corner. Help me wake the others and we can go to the family room, maybe keep it chill tonight and watch a movie.”

You nod, you shift your legs which seem effective to waking everyone up. They all stretch and Bucky shares the news with them all. You heard them towards the door and receive a quick wave and nod from Helen and Bruce still wrapped up in their computer screens.

“Hey let me know what everyone wants for dinner, as of right now if they have something, in particular, I can order it. I’m going to assume the animal instincts are kicking in because I am craving some fruit, mostly mangos and Bruce is craving fish.”

“Ok, I’ll let you know want Friday to take an order from everyone?”

“Sure that works for me.”

You turn away and enter the now loaded elevator. “Tony wants to know what you all want for dinner, apparently you all should be getting some cravings so just let FRIDAY know and she will order it for you.”

When the elevator opens the herd spills out, it seems Clint and Bucky are arguing over the best kind of fish and who could catch a mouse better, you ignore them and look at Steve who is looking rather confused.

“I think you are the only one that hasn’t ordered anything besides myself.” You have to hold your hand back so you don’t pet his ears, but it is hard to resist, his tail is slightly wagging and with his head cocked to the side he looks just too adorable to handle.

“I don’t know I feel like I could go for anything, I mean nothing is super jumping out at me like ‘Hey I really want to eat that!’ Though I do seem to want bacon that seems really good to me.” His tail starts to wag rather fast at the thought of bacon.

“Alright I could go for a burger would you like me to get you one? One with bacon and cheese?” He jumps up and spins in a circle a few times.

“Oh yes, please that sounds so good. I very like that very much. With fries as well.” He spins in a circle, causing you to chuckle as you place the order, FRIDAY states that all the food would be there are about 20 minutes.

The team begins to settle around the living room. It’s funny because usually when the whole team is together the room seems almost crowded, but now it looks like a small circus and the furniture practically swallows them up. They make do though, you get the remote and quickly start flipping through movies. You come to one that makes you chuckle but as the others aren’t paying attention at the moment you decide to go for it.

You had decided to wait for Tony and the food before starting the movie but both were along rather quickly. You place each order in front of the respective person. Once everyone began to dive in, some struggling to try to figure out how the heck they were going to eat you began the movie.

You don’t start eating as you really want to see how they would go about it. You had placed a mouse in front of Nat.

The opening credits were well underway before someone even looked up. No one really seemed to know what the movie was. It didn’t really surprise you as it was a rather old movie.

“(Y/N)? What are we watching? This seems rather old.”

“It is rather old, I found it one day while I was scrolling through movies, it’s called Dr. Dolittle.” Only a couple of people chuckle, Sam gave you what you assumed was a glare, he was a bird it’s hard to tell what he is doing.  “I saw the one with Eddie Murphy but I prefer this one, it has better humor and less CGI.”

Steve came up for air after eating about half his burger though it is now in pieces all around his plate. “What’s Dr. Dolittle about?”

Sam jumps into an answer before you, “It’s about a veterinarian that can talk to animals.” Steve looks at you, the rest of the team finally catches on and laugh. Steve only has a small glare for you.

You raise your hands in a mock defense. “What?! I kinda feel like I’m in that same situation right now. It’s funny, I think you will like this movie.” You ignore any other comments and get drawn into the movie just as easily as you had the first time you had watched it.

When the movie finished though not without a few dozen comments along the way, Tony jumps up raising his hands. “That settles that I am getting a two-headed llama. FRIDAY find me a llama.”

“Yes, Sir.” Came the simple response, though you were pretty sure it would be hard almost impossible to find one.

You look around at your now self-proclaimed herd. On any other night, most would be retiring to their rooms and getting ready for bed. This time though they seem to be hanging around as if waiting for something to happen. You clean up the plates and start the Roomba to pick up the bits of food that were now scattered throughout the room, it seemed not everyone had been successful in eating the food. You clean the water bowls and place them out again. Next, you tidy up your own dishes before starting a cup of tea. It had been a stressful day you thought you deserved it. By the time the water boiled and your cup now prepared to your taste, the group had moved to the kitchen and were looking at you expectantly.

Confused you asked shyly, “Did one of you want a cup? I should have asked before sorry.” As soon as you said it you knew it was stupid. You take a quick drink to stop your talking.

“No, no tea” they all share a look before they look back at you Tony stepping up as the spokesperson. “It's just that it would be wise to… stick together...yes stay together in case any of us change back and there are after effects.” He almost stutters which shocks you see how he is usually very assured of himself.

“What Tony is trying to say is, we are small and staying in a room by ourselves doesn’t sound very appealing or safe so we were wondering if we could bunk with you.” Steve steps up to explain. Giving Tony a slight glare as he clarified the situation.

“Uh yeah sure, um would you like to sleep out here or is my room ok?” You didn’t know what to really do in this situation.

“Let’s go to your room no need to make you uncomfortable, that is if you don’t mind us.” With the puppy dog eyes, he was currently giving you there was no way you would ever be able to say no to the man, or dog, or whatever.

“Ok well, I guess my room it is. I will warn you it’s a little messy.” You shepherd them down the hall to your room.

You open the door and the lights come on. The room was far bigger than you had ever had before and you worked with it. Your bed was, on the far wall across from the floor to ceiling windows, draped across it was a quilt that your mother had made herself. Over your bed, you had a collage of all your favorite things, from movie references, your favorite musical, to different places you traveled. Along the other walls hung paintings that you found interesting along with other cool things, friends and family had given you over the years. One wall held a giant bookcase filled with all your books, each proudly on display, though you had a few of the raunchier hidden behind others. Next to the case was a comfy chair with another quilt from your mother. A small table held a teapot and a stack of books along with a rocking chair. What made the room special was the window you had brought in some vines and had them grow to cover part of the windows making a nest, covered in flowers and foliage to make it comfortable. Two trees made a canopy overhead, filling the room with a lush earthy scent. You could see the garden from your window and see how all the plants seemed to sway toward your room. Overall your room was cozy and what you could expect from anyone’s room, granted it would usually be smaller.

They all shuffle in looking around, none of them had really ever been in your room so it was new for all of you. You shuffle a little as you let them go through your things. Going to the closet you grab a pair of pajamas heading into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed. When you come out the group is still staring at various things in your room. Bruce and Tony have both pulled down some of your science fiction books, you blush knowing that they probably thought them childish.

“Oh (Y/N), this is really interesting may I borrow it?” Tony ask you as you walk by.  “I think I can make a couple of these things into reality. Seriously how do people come up with these things and not invent them? Of course, I’m not just anybody. Would you mind bringing it up to the lab tomorrow?” He never once glances at you just goes back to reading as Bruce nods. It seems they were going to be settling down there for the night.

There seemed to be quite a large collection of them on your bed none of them were laying down just yet. You assumed they were waiting for you to get in. You pull the covers down and carefully slide in. All but the birds who were getting quite comfortable in the nest by the window. Each settles down taking different curves in your body nestling into your warmth. Wanda and Pietro are by your legs, Steve and Natasha across your lap. As you slide down to fully lay down. Bucky decided that being right next to your face is the best bet. His tail swishing gently against your other pillow. His head resting on your collarbone. Flicking the lights off, the gentle sound of breathing and the extra warmth lull you into a peaceful sleep.

Or at least you would have if Sam hadn’t asked a very alarming question. “Hey how slash where am I supposed to use the restroom? Wait do I have to go outside?” There was a large inhale of breath at that. You sit up straight, well crap you really hadn’t thought that through.

“Um, I mean if you can use the toilet go ahead, um though I’m not sure I could take you outside I guess.” Of course, this had to happen to you. “Does everyone have to go?”

There were a few nods but no one seemed to be making eye contact with anyone else let alone you. You get back up and put some shoes on. You head toward the door with pretty much everyone silently following after, you open the fire exit door just down the hall. The group spreads out on the platform, no one wanted to move, the whole thought of having to pee or do something else was possibly the worst thing ever. They all shuffle before finally dispersing to very separate corners of the compound.

Wandering back the look of shame adorned each face except for Clint who was looking extremely pleased with himself. “Guys I just peed flying, like do you know how awesome that was. Man, I love being a bird.” He perches on the railing.

“Guys I never want to do that again,” Sam trudges up the stairs last. “Tony is it entirely possible to fix this by tomorrow, please. Also, let’s never speak of this to anyone. Agreed?” Everyone violently nodded in agreement.

After once again getting into bed and comfortable you think of the next day to come. “Hey, Tony?” You ask shyly. “When do you think everyone will go back to normal?”

“Well, I’m hoping by tomorrow. I have FRIDAY running numbers and simulations, hopefully, we will have more answers by tomorrow. Thanks for putting up with all this.”

“Oh no problem, just doing what I can.” With that you finally click the light off, everyone resumes their original positions once more settling down. Tomorrow would be an interesting day, to say the least.

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Am I Enough PT 19

AIE 19

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Adventure Time, there is only implied smut and some really cheesy writing.

A/N: Here we go again its time for some fluff and good times.

You should have known just leaving on a trip would be a pain to manage when you were friends with the Avengers. Especially when Tony is involved, he seemed determined to place you in the finest hotels and of course pay for everything. You quickly put a stop to that. You would work for the trip. You would allow him to do some places but you would allow him a couple to make him feel better about it.  If that wasn’t enough there were the opinions of everyone on the team. All the comments of where to go when, where to stay away from, what season was best to visit certain places.

It seemed Steve and Natasha were the most worried about you being able to protect yourself, so you began your lessons in self-defense. They had wanted you to do it for a while but this seemed as good an excuse as any to finally get you started.

Every day they dragged you out of bed at an ungodly hour. Every day they taught you a new hold a new throw. You were getting rather tired of the whole thing, so you decided to tour the great nearby countries and the States.

So off to Canada you went, exploring both the cities and the wilderness, for some reason it seemed that Steve was “free” during your trip so he tagged along. It was mostly because he had never been and wanted to see what they had to offer. It was great, so different from your everyday life in the big city. Steve was a blast to hang out with. He was all for the hiking and sleeping under the stars.

This made your decision all the more final about traveling. It gave you a sense of peace and meaning. You wanted to see more and do more. When you got back, to the tower you continued to work, but your plan involved once a month going on vacation for a week, at least until the Autumn when you could afford to go to Europe. So you had approximately 5 months to fill in.

Next, you went to the Caribbean, you soaked in the sun and rays, you drank on the beaches and learned to dance from the fabulous men that inhabited the island.

There were a few days that you would always cherish. This particular trip Wanda and Pepper had joined you. You had been sipping a cocktail, laughing and talking with your ladies when a man caught your eye, leaning against the bar chatting with some friends. His hair was dark and slicked back, his jaw was sharp and his eyes were an emerald green. As if sensing your eyes his flicked up to meet yours. A blush runs across your cheeks and you glance down at your drink.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by your companions. “Hey, seems you caught some heart eyes there.” Wanda teased.

“So you going to go over and say hi. He is rather handsome.” Pepper encourages.

“I can’t. I mean I just… I mean come on really.” You can’t help the stutter.

“We are not saying you sleep with him, go have some fun. That is what vacation is all about. Go dance.” They look up to find him coming toward you. “Well never mind here he comes and yes you are going to dance with him. It will be fun.”

You feel a tap on your shoulder, right before you feel his breath on the skin of your neck. “Pardon me,” His voice is like honey and sends a shiver down your spine. “Might I steal you for a dance or two?”

You couldn’t even use your voice if you wanted to, instead, you merely nod and he sweeps you into his arms. As if fate was smiling on you “Havana” came on. it was like you were swept into the music video. He swung you around the floor making you dizzy with excitement. The lights flooded together creating one big blur. Every once in a while you could see the smug smiles of Pepper or Wanda. He leaned into more as the song went on, molding his body with yours. By the end you were breathless, staring up into the eyes of the man that had captured your attention.

When the song ended he kept hold of your hand and gently led you to a table on the terrace. His name was Damien, turned out he was down here, from Washington State, for a wedding that weekend and the group he left was the bachelor party. When you showed a face he assured you he wasn’t the groom-to-be, pointing out a guy wearing a fake mustache and looked absolutely plastered. The group saw you watching and proceeded to throw thumbs up at Damien, showing their approval.

You both blushed at this. “And that will be the only time you meet them.” You chuckle. “So what brings a woman like you down here besides the warm beaches and the wonderful charming men.”

It seemed the alcohol was making you more loose with your tongue. “Smooth sir, very smooth. Well, this year I decided I needed to live more, so I am traveling and working. Once a month I take a week off and take off to parts unknown to me.”

“Wow, that is rather cool. What brought out the adventurer in you?” He leans in closer as if genuinely interested.

“To be honest and not be a downer. It was a guy actually, we broke up and we still work together, let's just say things got rather intense, more like people meddling and trying to help too much. Decided to get away and do something I have never really been able to do.” You sneak your eyes up to meet Damien’s. “Sorry, that was just me spilling out crap.”

“Hey no need to apologize, sometimes you need to get the junk out before you can start exploring other things. I happen to know something about that. But enough about that tell me your interests maybe we have something in common, past the bad relationships.”

You spend the next couple hours rotating between dancing and talking. Once the noise got too much you both slipped away with a quick nod to Wanda. You spent the next hours walking down the beach and taking in the scenery. He dragged you into the sea at one point and you splashed in the moonlight. A moment of pause came when you were both breathless and caught each other, staring down into your wet face and messy hair, your breath catches in your throat as he slowly tips his head down to yours. He captures your lips in a searing kiss. You lose the sense of time and place, the waves gently lapping against your legs.

Separating he leads you out of the water and back towards the hotel, the whole way gripping your hand. He keeps looking back at you as if to make sure you were still there. He pulled you close to kiss you never want to go too long before tasting you once again.

Together you walk up to the terrace. Damien seems to get nervous as he turns towards you. “Would you like to come up to my room?” You hesitate. Was this too quick? Too soon? “You don’t have to say yes I won’t pressure you or anything.” He rubs your shoulders.

It seemed all the encouragement you needed. “Yes, I want to. I just had a moment, but with you I’m good. I want to.” With that, he led you upstairs and into his arms once again.

The next few days were filled with Damien. You woke up in his arms for the rest of your vacation. He took you out you explored the island and spent your nights dancing in more than one way. You lounged on the beach as he rubbed sun lotion on your skin and chatted with Wanda and Pepper.

When it came time to say goodbye it was brief and sweet, you were leaving before him. You exchanged number with a promise that when you made your way to Washington you would get in touch, he would show you the sights. He kissed your cheek before turning away whistling.

When you were onboard the jet the girls started there not so subtle digging. “So he was handsome, seems like a genuinely good guy.”

You should be used to it but you weren’t, a blush places itself on your cheeks. “He was fabulous, I enjoyed our time together. I haven’t done something like that in ages.”

“This was a big thing for you finally moving on from Bucky or what? So you going to contact him?” Pepper inquires.

“You know I don’t honestly know. We both agreed it was a nice vacation fling but that nothing may come from it.” You were genuinely confused on what you should do. You had no answer for her, were you moving on from Bucky? Was this the start of something else? This was the first real time this had happened to you. The whole situation was kind of a thrill, one that satisfied cravings but you didn’t feel the need to put all your emotion into.

“Hey you do you, I think you should get in touch with him when you head that way. Keep him in your back pocket just in case.”

You laugh at that. “Thanks, Wanda, I might just do that.” Relaxing into the seat you contemplate your situation and the future and what it may bring. More like who it may bring and how you would handle it next time.

All in all your future looks bright and exciting and if this part was any indication it was going to be fun and full of once in a lifetime experiences.

You were now on your way to the east coast, your copilot was Sam this time. You were headed for a drive, having landed in Florida you rented a convertible to drive all the way back up to New York. Getting in the car you put your sunglasses on and lower the top. You take first shift and begin driving north. Not making it far, you spy a fairly quiet beach with a fantastic view. The next few hours are spent laughing and swimming on the beach. You eat lunch at a bar that opens up to a marina, you start feeding the pelicans bits of bread and laugh when Sam says they were giving him the evil eye.

On the road again you continue to travel until you see signs for Disney World. Turning to same you pull a very serious look. “Would you be my Prince Charming?”

“Of course, my princess, my every breath is for you.” He poses one hand outstretched toward you, bowing in his seat. You place your hand in his and he kisses your knuckles.

“Perfect now lets away.”

As you walk through the gates and spy Cinderella’s Castle you feel like a 6-year-old. You squeal grabbing Sam’s hand rushing to get closer and take it all in. Wrapping your arm around Sam you quickly pull him in for a picture.

From that moment you were always moving always trying to get to something new. Trying to find the Hidden Mickeys, you began spouting out all your little random Disney facts. You had to appreciate Sam being with you, he could be just as much of a kid as you, going on all the rides, taking pictures with the characters, and eating all the sweets you could find. By the time the parade and fireworks were happening you both were entering a sugar crash and totally exhausted. Collecting your last bit of souvenirs you head out looking for a nice hotel to stay in for the night. You shower and put a Disney movie on to help you sleep.

The next morning after a nice continental breakfast you head out. There was much to see and only so much time. The rest of the week past in much the same way. You would see something and pull over spending time and move on. There was a ton of seafood eaten. Lots of little knick-knacks for everyone. It seemed you couldn’t stop at one place without finding something that was perfect for someone on the team.

By the time you made it back to New York, your trunk was full and your friendship with Sam was completely solidified. You would happily die for the man. Learning a lot more about his past, his family, even future hopes, and dreams. He told you about the nice girl in the armory.

You pulled into the parking lot of the tower, looking up the side and you just couldn’t wait for your next adventure.

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Start of Something New PT 5

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Regular Antics fluff, slight self-depreciation

A/N: I am on a roll, 3 chapters out in a week, I'm doing good. As always comments are appreciated.

Waking up the next morning was pleasant even if it had to be with an alarm. Thinking about it you had slept a lot yesterday. So you stretched, you would give Stark on the thing it was he had excellent taste in mattresses. You quickly got dressed and headed for the kitchen. You had to go to work at the cafeteria, which meant you would have a busy day, to say the least. First was preparing the team's breakfast. You went with simple as you didn’t quite know what they liked and it more than likely had to sit for awhile. Of course, coffee came first both for you and them. You decided on an oatmeal bar and assorted pastries. Laying it all out you quickly clean up and head downstairs.

Walking through the kitchen you greeted each person, asking them about their lives, it was apparent that this was a good day. Your usuals drifted over making conversation, the day just seemed to fly by. Richard even made an appearance toward the end of the lunch. Practically dragging himself toward your counter, he huffed a deep breath and leaned over.

“What a day, I hate Mondays.” He rubs a hand across his face.

“Oh, Sweetheart, whatever could be wrong? Those darn rookies getting to you again?” You take your glove off to pat his shoulder before turning to wash your hands.

“Of course, it’s like they purposefully forget everything during the weekend and I am forced to beat it back into them today. How hard is a pincer attack? Really how hard can that be to forget?”

“Right everyone knows you have to disable them first, otherwise they getcha on the finger.” You have a Cheshire grin spreading on your face.

“Yes!” Throwing his hands up, before he freezes, your words finally settling in. “Wait for what?” Cocking his head to the side.

Chuckling you reach for his now toasted sandwich. “Oh, I thought you were talking crabs, they can be a pain if you don’t immobilize their pincers.” Going for an innocent that really doesn’t work on him.

“Really?!” He tries to keep a straight face but your smile is making his emerge. “You know what I mean. Heck, you could probably do a better job than these rookies.”

“Oh, of course, I mean have you seen me there is a reason I was put behind this counter. I am a lethal machine here. Too powerful for any team, they only release me from here when they really need me.” You pack his sandwich along with a side and a few chips.

“I knew it, more than just a pretty face.” He sends smooches before heading to the cashiers.

“And don’t you forget it, darling. See you later.” Blowing him a kiss when he turns back.

Clean up was quick and easy along with the transition allowing you to leave early back upstairs. Entering you find only Bruce lounging in one of the chairs next to the window. You move to the kitchen, the area is mostly free of dishes. Emptying the washer you go to the counters, when your space is finally in an order you go about making snackage. It seemed like a snack day. You made fresh chips and popcorn with assorted toppings. Finally, you put on the kettle and collect so shortbread cookies. As the pot whistles, you quickly steep some green tea and place the cup and a few cookies on a plate. You wander over to Bruce and set it gently next to him with honey.

Startled he shoots his head up to see who had presented the cup. “Oh thank you, (Y/N). How did you know I prefer green tea?”

“Well, green man, green tea.” You tell him straight up. He had raised the cup to lips before pausing at your answer.

He chokes on a laugh. “Really?” He keeps laughing as he takes a careful sip.

“No, not really, I mean really but I figured you would like to relax while reading your book and I thought, nothing better than green tea. I prefer a spicy black, but still.”

“I think I can help you there.” Sam comes strolling in with Steve, Clint, and Bucky, having caught the tail end of your conversation.

“Oh, could you? And just what is that?” You cock your hip and plant your hand there.

“A spicy black, here to serve you whenever you need me.” He winks and goes to see what was out.

“Psssh, I let you know when I’m looking for some weak sauce.” You say moving back to the kitchen. The group cracks up, Steve patting him on the back at his injured puppy dog look. “Love ya Sam, but your more milk chocolate than spicy black tea.”

“But I’m your milk chocolate.” You nod in agreement, making his chest puff out.

“So there are snacks and I’ll get started on dinner. Anything you boys are feeling?” They quickly dive into the offerings.

“You know what sounds really good?” Steve chirps looking excited. “Burgers but those ones you make in the kitchen. You put stuff in them or something?”

“Oh yeah, those stuffed burgers that sound amazing,” Bucky adds while Clint quickly nods his head in agreement.

“Ok well that won’t take much time at all, I’ll make some sides like potato salad. Since that takes a little, I’m going to join Bruce then and indulge in some much overdo reading than while I wait.” You set a pot of water to boil and prep the potatoes, before retreating to your room for a book and a blanket.

When you come back you check on the pot and shuffle over to the windows. Setting your book down you wrap the quilt around your front and sit down burrowing deeper in before sneaking a hand out to grab your book. The boys have made themselves comfortable on the couches while chatting the TV mere background noise.

Upon seeing you get comfortable, Bucky calls out to you; “You sure you’re going to be able to move, you look mighty comfy there.”

You snort, “Well if I need anything all I need to do is ask my wonderful Chocolate friend over there. Though now that you ask I would like a glass of water. One of you fine looking gentleman want to grab one for me?”

Sam and Bucky go to rise, “Excuse you I believe she was talking to me, you ugly mug.” Sam pushes his shoulder.

“Ha it was obviously me, you so ugly you make mirrors crack when you walk by.” He grabs Sam’s hand and flings him back to the couch. While the two begin to fight to hold the other back, Steve rises and grabs a glass, filling it before handing it to you.

“I knew you were America’s Sweetheart for a reason. You are now my favorite.” He blushes, and you make kissy faces at him.

“Too kind,(Y/N). How is it you manage to stay single.” He retreats back to the couch, sitting between the two bickering men.

“Ha, like there is a man out there that can handle all this.” You gesture to your frame. “I am a high-quality woman that few can handle, few have tried and none have succeeded.”

You open your book and begin to dive in. Next to raising your head when about 45 minutes later to go check on your potatoes, draining them you quickly put in the fridge to cool. You quickly immerse yourself in the story once more. The room shifts around you as people come and go, none of them disturb you.  There seemed to be a respect for everyone, that came out in an unspoken way of communicating between them, each getting things they needed to be done quickly and efficiently. By the time you were ready to start dinner the majority of them were seated in the living room chatting together. The TV was turned up but not so loud that it dominated anyone's attention. You carefully place your book down on the side table next to you folding your blanket and draping it over the back of the chair.

Seeing you move Nat and Clint carefully perched on some of the kitchen stools by the island. They begin to chat with you asking about your day and the like.

“So (Y/N), how did you ever get into cooking? “ Clint wonders.

You chuckle having been asked about it on several occasions. “Well I got it from my family, every family event my grandmother would cook for us and I would always wonder if I could do it myself. By the time high school rolled around, I found my joy in cooking but also in the fact that I could never send my days wasting away in an office staring at a screen until I died.” They chuckled at that, shaking their heads at you, that was such your answer. “But what really drove me was seeing the look on people’s faces when they had my food and the memories that they made with it. The way they smile and then thank me for a job well done.” You continue to form burgers, not making eye contact with them, you knew it was a pretty lame reason but still.

“That is really cool. Well, I can definitely for sure that we all appreciate your food and everything that comes with it.” Nat says smiling at you know you really didn’t see your own worth. “I’m glad that we get to partake in the food you prepare for us every day.”

To fortify yourself against the feels that were creeping up on you, you went for the usual sarcastic response. “You better be, I mean you would all either starve or be fat from all the takeout I know you guys must have eaten. I am your savior at this point.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” You scoff. “But I will admit we are all the better for it. So now when will dinner be ready?” Clint asks reaching to grab some of the chips you had made. You smack his hand not answering his question but he still managed to grab a few, handing a couple off the Natasha. They both hummed in appreciation at the taste.

“Question (Y/N)?” Nat inquires.

“Answer, Natasha.” You reply

“What is your relationship status? Follow up when was your last relationship?”

“Wow, that was rather direct. Just jumped right on that. Well to answer your question, single I happen to be in a long-term relationship with freedom.” Clint snickers at this. “My last relationship was a long time ago. Not that you could really call it that.”   

The two shared a glance. “Now (Y/N), how am I supposed to vicariously live through you if you won’t share details. You are so boring.  Now spill the good things to me.”

“Man, you caught me.” You raise your hand along with a spatula, as if in surrender. “In truth, I have a different man in my bed every few days, because men are so terribly easy to pick up. They keep throwing themselves at me it makes it hard to pick so I shuffle through them. That was the real reason I didn’t want to move in, you guys are seriously putting a crimp in my sex life.” You huff as if completely exasperated. You continue to cook and plate things for the coming meal.

“I knew it,” Tony came over leaning against Clint also snatching some chips. “Girl got game.”

“And don’t you forget it.” You snap to add to the sass. Nat groans at you, not even attempting to play along with your game. “What do you want from me, Nat? I happen to live a very boring, lackluster life. Yes, it has been quite some time since my last pseudo-relationship. I have come to an understanding that it may just not be in the cards for me.  You would do better to find another life to live through. Unless you would like a relationship with my cats.” You didn’t raise your voice, you weren’t made you were merely stating facts as to how you saw them.

She sighs knowing that she wasn’t going to get any more answers from you especially while there were men in the room. She would just have to bide her time and dig later. “Fine, I give up, for now.”

“Oh tell me more,” Tony asks playing the part while trying to ease some tension out of the situation. The whole group had heard but once more choosing to ignore it. “I would like to hear about all these so-called men, though I’m sure that none of them could hold a candle to me.”

“You are right about that, Sir. Though let me tell you about this one guy….” You spin your tales and weave your story as you put the finishing dishes together. You and your small group set the table as you continue. Setting the last dish on the table, you wrap your final outrageous “memory” sitting in the final open seat next to Steve and Wanda.

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Mission Gone Wrong PT1

Summary: What happens when pretty much the entire team gets turned into animals and the only one left is you to take care of them.

A/N: This has been sitting in my brain for awhile, it is going to be maybe a mini series just a few parts. Also Pietro is alive and Ross is a jerk that no longer exists in my mind. I got the ideas for their animal based off personalities but Tony and Bruce are based off of King Julien and Kowalski from Penguins of Madagascar. I hope you enjoy! There is no pairing as off yet, there may not be one at all we shall see.

It was a mission gone wrong. There were no injuries and no one was missing or captured, it had just gone wrong.

You were pretty much the only one, minus Peter of the regular team, that didn’t have to go, you had just gotten back from a week long mission yourself. Your story wasn’t the most thrilling or awe inspiring, you had been picked up by a SHIELD agent one afternoon, whisked away to be trained and some how made a part of the Avengers team. There wasn’t much to be said about your powers or skills, being able to control the earth and most living things including but not limited to plants and animals, they weren’t the strongest or by forth to most useful. Your test scores and performance ratings where average at best. In all it had confused you how you had come to be in this particular group. So when Steve called in to update you, you found yourself rather surprised and more confused than worried, especially because he didn’t share any details with you.

Now waiting in the hangar, you watch the jet slowly descend and the ramp lowered. From where you were standing you could hear arguing and people talking but none of them were exiting the plane.

Finally growing impatient you head up the ramp, maybe they needed some assistants deboarding. What you found instead was a small menagerie, a yellow lab quickly bounded up to you and ,being the animal lover that you were, reached your hand and began to pat its head.

“Hey, you guys need help? Why do you have a dog was it a research facility?” You glance around and see a bird, it might be a falcon, you couldn’t be sure. Glancing up you see a black snake wrapping itself around a support beam, its yellow eyes firmly fixed on you.

“Uh… (Y/N), as much as I am enjoying this would you mind pausing, we have a situation.” Steve’s voice comes from below. Your eyes shoot down to see that the dog was talking to you.

There were really no words for the current situation. You tried to rub your eyes, even pinched yourself but you were pretty certain that the dog had spoken to you. “Steve… Steve are you a….a dog?”

“I believe so.” He shook his head, leaving your side he rounded so that you were now facing each other. “It’s not just me though it seems we were all changed into animals though I can’t recall how that came to be.” His paw began to raise, which you were sure he meant to rub the back of his head but it ended with his scratching his head. Realizing what he was doing he quickly lowered it and let out a deep sigh.

“So,” you look around finding a few more animals tucked in the jet. “Are all of you animals?” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around it. How had the jet gotten home if they were all animals?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you focus back on Steve. “Yes we are. I was hoping you could grab a cart that could carry us all, maybe something inconspicuous. We already contacted Helen ran the situation by her, but we would prefer if not to many people saw us like this.”

Not wanting to say anymore to confuse yourself, you quickly exit the jet making for the stack of covered carts that they usually house the weapons in. Making sure it was empty you roll it into the jet.

Steve climbs in first making himself comfortable on the bottom. Next comes the falcon, who swoops to the upper layer. “Howdy, (Y/N) thanks for the lift.” Came clear voice of Clint, which was a shock considering.

“Hey, Clint.” Next the snake came, sliding in from the top of the case to curl up next to Clint. “I’m going to say that you are Nat, because being a snake suits you very well.”

“Got that right, I’m a mighty fine one at that.” She drops her head down, closing her eyes, strangely calm about the whole situation but really what more could she do at this point.

Your startled when you feel something begin to brush up against you, with a small yelp you look down. Finding a red panda curling up against your leg. Hoisting the animal into your arms you can’t help the small squeal that comes out. You had always wanted to hold one of these, a dream come true.

“Wow, I knew you had a thing for bad boys, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sam questioned, thoroughly enjoying being in your arms and petted. You giggle in response and place him down next to Steve.

“Man, Sam you are quite the cutie but shouldn’t you be a bird, like Clint, how did he become your namesake?” You run your hand down his body once more.

“What can I say the world saw that I was cuter than a bird. Look at me I’m adorable, who can resist me? Just like in my human form.” He was preening puffing out his chest and making bug doe eyes at you. Shaking your head you turn away, looking for other members of your little herd.

Your eyes quickly find an odd pair further up. A small fennec fox and a praying mantis sat close together. Ears twitching as you drew closer, holding out your hand for the small bug to climb on.

“(Y/N), dear how are you? Thank you so much for coming to our rescue.” Wanda’s voice drifted out of the foxes mouth.

“Yes we find ourselves in a very unusual predicament. Something completely unplanned for.” Vision stated while he perched in your palm letting you left him to give him a closer inspection.

Wanda hopped down and followed you back to the crate. “Wanda, are you alright, I mean besides being a fox, any pains you seem to be enjoying this as much as one can despite the circumstances.”

“Oh yes this is all quite interesting. Like a whole new perspective of the world.” She jumps into the box and once again places herself next to vision. You hear a pounding of paws against the floor and brace yourself. When you finally look up after determining that you weren’t going to get hit, you see next to Wanda is a regular red fox.

“Ah Pietro, of course you would look like your sister. But I must say you are looking quite majestic as a fox.”

“Yes indeed the finest fox out there. I thought for sure I would be a cheetah or something but I like this. See my fur it is brilliant.” He spins in a circle trying to take himself in. You snickered knowing that a fox fits him perfectly, being that he is a a quick and sneaky little thing. Once more you shift to find the remaining three members of your team. You could hear Tony and Bruce chatting off in the corner.

When you reach their voices you quickly pull out your phone laughing at the scene in front of you. Tony has been turned into a ring tail lemur and Bruce is penguin, both are huddled around a tablet that is leaning against the wall. It is showing the incident and they are trying to decipher what actually happened.

“See there, right there.” Tony points to a blurry figure in the corner of the screen. From what you can see they seem to have a fog emerging from them. “That has to be them. We just have to know what kind of compound they used. Helen can take blood samples and what not. I’m sure there have to be traces of it still in our system.”

“Excuse me gentlemen but if you don’t mind the quicker we get you loaded the quicker we will have your answers.” You grab the tablet from between them, hoping that they knew how to walk in their current forms. They did because they quickly follow you.

“Hey Tony, looking mighty devolved there. Too bad all your hard work couldn’t prevent this.” Sam mocks while Tony climbs in.

“Speak for yourself fluffy, I happen to have thumbs unlike the rest of you so suck it. “ You hand him the tablet once more, he promptly turns back to Bruce and they start discussing sciency things.

Now all you needed was Bucky, but glancing around you couldn’t seem to find him. “Steve any idea where Bucky is?” You continue sweeping your eyes around the jet hoping to catch a glimpse of some type of animal.

“Check under the seats, he was a little out of it.” You quickly got down and searched. He wasn’t under the back seats so maybe up front. As you approached you see a quick black blur below the copilot seat. Getting down you are met with stormy blue eyes emerging from a black depth.

“Hey Bucky, you comfortable under there?” You don’t try to move him or reach for him. One thing you had learned about Bucky was that he had to be the one to do things yes you could ask but it was better to get expressed permission before trying to help him.

“I am quite comfortable, I just happened to be tired and this seemed like a good place to sleep. No one to disturb me.” He slowly blinks his eyes at you as if to show that was all he had been.

“Alright, well would you like to join us? We are going to go figure all this out. Maybe fix you guys up?” You stand up and wait for him to emerge, not wanting to push or overcrowd him.

When he finally did emerge he took your breath away. His coat was a dark brown, almost to the point of being black but you were sure once the sun hit it the chocolate brown would come out. The next thing you noticed was that his right leg was a dark silver matching his metal arm. He was a Siberian cat his coat long and his stature quite big rivaling some Maine Coon cats you had seen before. He had to be the most majestic and poised cat you had ever seen. As he moved across the floor you couldn’t help but appreciate that he glided across the room, silent but fully in control of the animal he had become.

With the team fully loaded you proceeded into the hangar and quickly into the elevator. Upon arriving at the lab you opened the door to let the gang out.

“Hey Cho, I brought my little herd with me. Where would you like them?” You gently place Bruce on the floor, then grab Wanda and Vision from their shelf placing them onto a nearby table.

“I’m going to need samples from each of them would you place them all on tables for me. Then we can get to work.”

“Helen I want a full DNA analysis so we can go over it. There has to be something here to help us.” Bruce walked, more like waddled, over to her tapping her leg to get her attention on him. She jumped slightly as she looked down.

“Oh yeah they can talk, not quite sure how but they do. Makes it easier though if I do say so myself.” You helped reassure her, heavens knows you still had a hard time wrapping your head around it.

“Uh yeah, sure, will do Bruce I will pull it up on the big screen and we can go over it together when it is done.” She waived to her assistants and they proceeded to draw blood from each of them. “(Y/N) would you also debrief the group on what happened, while I finished this up. It will help figure out what to look for.”

Tony jumped onto her shoulder, once again scaring the poor woman. “We know it was a gas we have surveillance footage of the time, what we are missing is the what it actually is. It came at us like a smoke but thicker.” He wraps his tail around her neck clear that he is going to follow her about while she worked.

They begin to chat as the first samples get pulled up on the screen. A slight movement catches your eye. Turning you find that Vision is waving his arms at you. “What can I do for you?”

“I would like to join Mr. Stark and Ms. Cho but I fear it would take me quite awhile to get over there.”

“Oh sure no problem, happy to assist.” You lower your hand so he can climb on board. Crossing the room you gently place him down on the counter next to them. You don’t bother staying because you are almost positive you won’t be able to understand even half of what they are saying.

Surveying the room you get a clear look at the predicament you now find yourself in. Standing in a room full of animals and no  idea how to help. You are trying to squash the need to pick them up and pet them all but geez, Steve is looking rather adorable and Bucky is stretched out perfectly for you to run your hands down his back.

“Can I get you guys anything?” Your feeling at a lose.

“Yeah some water would be great.” Steve speaks up coming over to you. The impulse is to strong and you place your hand on his head scratching right behind his ears. As he leans into it you quickly snatch your hand back, a blush making its way to your cheeks once again.

“Sorry, habit.” Not daring to look him in the eye.

“It’s alright it felt pretty good if I do say so myself. Though I have no idea why.” He cocks his head to the side and you have the urge to take a picture.

Swinging away quickly before you could once again embarrass yourself. Heading over to the sink you are once again faced with a dilemma, should you do cups or bowls.

“Ummm guys,” you were almost positive you couldn’t get any redder, that or you might burst into flame where you stood, “would you prefer a cup or should I just place some bowls out for you?”

They all give you a blank look, that you can’t be serious kind of look. “Really, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah it’s not like any of you have thumbs or anything, well Tony does, but It is a very valid question.  And what about food do I give you human food or will that mess your animal bodies up, Should I go get some dog food and cat food, or do you think that the kitchen can make us animal food that fit in with each of you but doesn’t look like regular animal food. But I’m not too sure what you all eat.” You were rambling, you knew that but you couldn’t seem to stop. It’s not like you could ask too many people how to handle something like this. Havens knows it wasn’t in the handbook. Suddenly you felt a weight on your shoulder and a pleasant heat fell on you. Blinking you find that Bucky is now perched on you and is rubbing his head against your cheek.

“Calm down, Doll.” Once he knows he has your full attention. “Panicking is going to get us no where. You have a good point for now why don’t you do bowls and we will make do but do a separate bowl for each of us. I don’t feel like sharing with Mr. Slobber mouth over there.” He jerks his head toward Steve who has placed himself across your feet.

“Hey, I do not slobber.”

“Ok, I’ll do that.” You take a deep breath and begin to fill the bowls and then place them around the room. When you finish you carefully go to a clear corner and slide down the wall. Bucky and Steve quickly join you curling up  on your lap and across your legs. “I guess we will just have to wait until our little genius squad figures things out won’t we.”

They both nod before relaxing, the pleasant warmth comes back to you and you lean your head against one of the walls. Stroking Bucky’s back brings out a purr from him, a gentle rumble that soothes you. Closing your eyes you wait for answers.

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Loved the new chapter! Glad she decided to take care of herself and leave them for some time.

Thank you! Sometimes you just have to look after yourself

Am I Enough PT 18

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: fluff angst, usual things

A/N: Well here we are things are happening. Don’t want to give too much away. As always thanks for reading. This is to CELEBRATE 400 followers, just know I appreciate you all and all the support.

Operation Glue started with sending Bucky and Nat on two different missions, to give you both time and space. While the group had taken a moment to hear them out and let them explain they were still rather angry with them. It really didn’t matter that Sam was there as insurance because it hadn’t worked. They were both instructed not to make any sort of contact with you and to let them handle it.

You had awoken to a fuzzy head and itchy eyes, as you rubbed the memories of the previous night came back. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you quickly scrubbed at them refusing to cry over him. Enough was enough, he had made his choice. As you glance around the room you find yourself in Tony’s room and upon the side table is a note.

    Time to get showered and dress, we have a full day ahead of us. Pack for a warm week and bring a swimsuit.

    Love your favorite,

    Tony

You chuckle, he was always trying to look out for you. You guessed he had plans to take you on some sort of vacation and for once you couldn’t find it in you to argue. You quickly head down to your room. Once packed and ready you head to the main room.

To your pleasant surprise, neither of the two heathens are there. Scouring the fridge you grab some fruit and yogurt. Sitting down you see Sam coming in rolling a suitcase, a smile breaks upon your face. You get to hang with your best friend and for some reason that warms your heart to no extent.

“Hey.” You call as he comes sits down next to you.

“Hey, sweet cheeks how are you feeling?” He leans over and pulls you into a sidewards hug.

“I’m alright Sam just a little heartbroken but I’ll be ok I think this trip will help, some time away will do me some good.” You squeeze him back before going back to your meal.

“For what it’s worth, I was with them when they had their talk yesterday, they wanted to make sure you didn’t get the wrong idea.” You chuckle bitterly. “Yeah, it didn’t really help. So we sent them on separate missions with express instructions not to talk to you. You know we would never allow them to hurt you like that again.” You nod silently not sure how to take this new piece of information. “Well we get to forget about them for a little while, we are going sightseeing.”

Tony finally emerges, “There is my beloved flower. Are you ready to get this adventure underway?”

“Yes, I am. To what exotic place are you taking me?”

“Well, I figured I would show you off so how does Spain sound to you?”

Squealing you pull him into a tight hug. “I have never been but always wanted to go. What are we waiting for?” You race back to your seat and grab your bags and quickly head to the elevator. Leaving the two men laughing at you.

It turns out you were waiting on Wanda, but she quickly caught up to you on the jet, making herself comfortable in the seat next to you. For the entire trip, you looked up different things to do and made a list of all the things you would love to do while there. You will admit a lot of it was just eating, drinking and just relaxing.

The next few days pass in a flurry of activity and you can say you have never been happier. The weather had stayed sunny and warm nothing too hot just perfect. Sam and Wanda dragged you to all the popular spots, while Tony fed you from the finest restaurants and food stand. Of course, everything was paid for by him, every day he handed you a new wad of cash even if you hadn’t run through the previous day's allowance. Spoiled was what it was though at the back of your mind you knew it was merely them taking your mind off present situations.

They did a good job, at least until the night crept in and you were alone in your room, then came the memories, the worries, and the pain. This particular night it seemed to weigh heavy on your mind, with the others soundly sleeping you snuck out to the living room of Tony’s apartment. Grabbing a glass of water you settle on the lounge chair facing out onto the ocean. The light of the moon reflected off the waves and with the window slightly cracked the faint ocean sound seeped into the hearing. A sense of calm overcame you, provoking thought and questions to your predicament. The big question was what would happen now, you could leave but it just felt like you were running away from your problems.

Your vacation soon came to an end and you found yourself a little melancholy about it. This had been a great experience and you wished it would last a little longer. You knew you would eventually have to face the music but that didn’t mean you wanted to leave such a great place.

With your bags packed and you all loaded into the jet, you took off into the sky. You let out a sigh, relaxing into the chair. Turning to Tony, you take him in. He was a well-traveled man, a person that had literally seen the world.

“Hey Tony,” he grunted informing you that he was listening but never taking his eyes off his screen. “What has been your favorite place to travel to?”

He lifts his head, staring off, “Hmm I would say Dubai was pretty amazing, lots of things to see and take in. Though Hong Kong is up there as well, the industrial aspect to be able to make so much, have them replicate to a certain extent and then produce a cheaper version, it is quite astounding ….” He goes on mostly naming places where sciency things went on, you look out the window waiting for him to finish.

When he does you turn to Wanda, “What about you? I’m sure that you have been quite a few places.”

“Hmm, most of the time I am on missions and the like so I really don’t get the opportunity to take in the sites, though I will say I am more of a nature kind of person, being able to see the beauty that each country has to provide away from the busy cities. That's probably why I would pick Wakanda as one of my favorites, the blend of nature and city always astounded me. Of course, I would also say Sokovia was gorgeous as well, the mountain air and views would take anyone's breath away.” You could tell she got lost in the moment, her eyes focusing on distant memories, slight tears from the loss of those times.

“Hey what about me don’t you want to know where I have been?” You chuckle at his whiny tone as if he hadn’t been next on your list. You nod, asking him to continue. “I think my favorite place was the good US of A. There is just something so amazing about seeing the country you live in and how many different and diverse places there are. I think the best way to see it though is by car, preferably a convertible for the summer time. The country seems to come alive during that time, though the other seasons can be fun as well. I think one of my favorite places was a Renaissance fair in Wisconsin. Taking in the good old days. Now that is good traveling.”

You smile for some reason you were expecting Sam to say the US. He had that homebound feel to him and you found your thoughts drifting to the idea of traveling. The rest of the trip they swapped their favorite places and stories drawing you into a world you had only heard in passing and seen through pictures on Instagram. By the time you reached home, your mind was swimming with thoughts and ideas.

When you landed the group was there to greet you, upon seeing Nat and Bucky you gave them tight lip smiles. Nodding but saying nothing, shuffling the group into the elevators and into the family area you began another game night. Despite the way you left you pushed away from the impulse to lock yourself into your room away from the sad and prying eyes of Bucky you know you would have to face him eventually but for now, you wanted to spend time with your family.

The night wore on and eventually, a yawn escaped, signaling the end of the night. As you said your goodnights, you felt your mind go back to your earlier thoughts. When your door closed you moved your computer to your bed, searching and filling your mind with far-off places as you drifted into sleep.

It was only a couple days after your return that you finally came to some decisions about your life and what you wanted to do. When the team dinner came around you patiently waited until the end to finally disclose your plans.

“Everyone, I have an announcement.” You wait until every eye was on you to continue. “I am leaving,” The group quickly voiced their opinions, some jumping up to try to reason with you. You held your hand up to gain silence once more. “I am not leaving for good but I want to travel and see the world, the farthest I’ve gone so far is to the Midwest and I ended up working most of the time I was there. Going to Spain was the best experience of my life so far and I want to see more of it.” You look around at the room gauging their reactions and from what you could see it was pretty good but you could see the hesitation on their faces.

Upon hearing you finish your announcement Bucky quickly stood up a panicked look on his face. “(Y/N) may I speak to you please? In private.” He turned away without even looking to see if you followed. He went out to the patio. You joined him only to find him pacing back and forth. You knew this would come but you had wanted it to be on your terms and when you wanted. Seeing him though, all tense and his fist clenching, as he berated himself under his breath you pushed back the fear you felt creeping up on you as you walked out here.

“Please tell me you aren’t leaving because of me? Please don’t leave because I screwed up.” He shouted once he finally stopped moving.

“No, I’m not," You take a deep breath trying to gain more strength to say what needed to be said. "the truth is, I’m doing it for me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know where my life is headed anymore, I feel like I’ve been stuck in the random place with no goals and no real future planned out. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I love you guys but I… I just don’t know about a lot of things. I don’t know if I can forgive you or Nat for what you have done. I understand it was a misunderstanding and it wasn’t what I thought it was. But it was like reliving all the pain again. That moment even if it was just a hug and Sam was there. The only thing I kept thinking about was you were going to keep picking her that I was never going to be enough for you. That no matter what I did you were always going to pick her over me.” Bucky goes to interupt lifting his hands up in an attempt to make you understand. You quickly shake your head at him. “I know Bucky, I know what you mean, but this isn’t something that will just go away. You may not have meant to hurt me but you still made me feel hurt and betrayed.” His hands dropped, shoulders slumped and eyes dejected and sullen. He was finally accepting that he there was a very good chance he was going to lose you forever and there was nothing he was going to be able to do about it.

Finally, he took a deep breath in raising his eyes to meet yours. “For what it's worth I’m sorry. I really was just trying to fix things. But your right I can’t help how you felt and I am eternally sorry that I could ever make you feel that way. I just need you to tell me what to do to make it alright. Please.” He begged, pleading to once again give him another shot. “I know I made a mistake and I promise, I swear, I won’t ever do it again.

I understand that might not mean a lot, heck its an empty promise, but I will prove it to you. As long and as much as you need me too. He picks up your hands holding them gently in his grip, desperate to show you he was serious about this. “I’m willing to wait, because you are worth that and so much more, even if it takes a lifetime. Even if….” his voice cracks with what he is about to say. “Even if you choose someone else, even if it’s Sam. I want, no, I need you to be happy. To get everything you deserve and want, even if that is not me. I am hoping in time though you will also forgive me as well. Please just give me a chance to prove it to you. His eyes were filled with tears and his lips were pressed into a thin line waiting for your decision.

He searches your face, looking for any reaction. Any sign that you were willing. He finds your eyes filled with tears and a slight hitch in your breath. You drop your head into your hands you let out a sob.

“Please… please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He goes to pull you into him but freezes his motion doubting if this was what you wanted. He was the reason you were so upset, from what he has seen it should be Sam that is comforting you not him.

He turns, going to grab Sam hoping that he can make you all better. Looking up to see him leaving, you reach out a hand almost on instinct, pulling him back with a strength that neither of you knew you possessed. You pull him into a crushing hug. You weren’t about to let him go without finishing your talk. You lean your head onto his chest, letting the sobs and pain wrack your body, letting yourself once again grieve over everything you had and everything you had lost. Embracing that you didn’t quite know what the future held for you but knowing you had to face it and you had to think about yourself at this moment. Pulling you in tighter he rocks you back and forth, rubbing his hand up and down your back, doing his best to soothe you.

When your cries finally fade into the occasional sniffle and hiccup you look up at the man holding you. Running your eyes across his face, looking for some sort of sign that what you were about to do was the right thing. You take one more shuddering breath before stepping back from his arms.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you right now.” You see his shoulders slump, but as he takes a breath in he straightens once again. “That's not to say that I won’t ever forgive you. We have been through too much though, in such a short amount of time, I haven’t truly been able to sort through my feelings.” You take a tentative step closer to him, placing your hand on his arm. “I do know that I do love you, don’t think I have ever stopped, that being said its time for me to take care of myself though. I need me time not quite sure what that entails, or how long, but I’m not looking to rush into anything with you or anyone else. You did say you would wait and I need you to hold to that.” You rub his arm, a silent plea for him to understand.

Simply nodding, he draws you into one final hug, thankful that you had heard him out and that you had finally got your opportunity to talk. You both spin around to find the whole group crowded around the doorway. You quirk an eyebrow at them. Most of them had silly little grins on their faces, some were nodding, Tony was looking a little close to crying but with a proud look on his face.

“Really guys, you guys gonna just snoop on a private conversation?” Trying to give them the best evil eye you could.

“Hey, we are as invested in this situation as you and Bucky. Besides we also wanted to know why you suddenly decided to travel.” Sam said everyone nodded in agreement, as he pushed through the group to draw you into a hug.

You merely laughed, drawing back to shake your head at the group. Suddenly a thought occurred to you, “Hey Bucky, you said even if its Sam, what does that mean?”

“Oh well, you see a while back I saw you in the gym and I saw the two of you kissing. Then you guys started acting all sweet on each other. I thought the two of you were seeing the other.” He blushes as he admits this, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. When he looks up to confirm his suspicion he finds you both have a look of disgust on.

“Oh that, the incident that should never be talked about again,” Sam states shaking his head. “That was a decidedly, mutually bad decision. A misinterpreted feeling that ended up with us kissing. Sorry to say but this one,” he bumps your shoulder, “has been permanently been placed in the friend zone and even the family zone really and we all know that there is no coming out of that. I’m sorry to say that she will never get to indulge in the greatness that is myself.”

You shove him away tired of his ridiculousness. Bucky socks him in the head. You all head into the main room, chatting about the upcoming adventure. Things were looking up and you had a chance to finally do something worthwhile.

An adventure of a lifetime and you just couldn’t wait for it to begin.

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Start of Something New PT 4

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Fluff, regular shenanigans, and of course self-depreciation

A/N: Here we go again doing pretty well with the writing. Let me know what you think.

You were awoken by the feeling of someone moving on the bed. For a moment you think it is your cat so you reach a handout and start to run your hand through his fur. In your sleepy state, you barely register the laugh that follows. As you continue you realize that the fur is longer than it should be and slightly softer. Also, cats don't tend to have a deep chuckle.

Shooting up in bed you fling yourself back in the process sending you toppling off the side, a mass of arms and legs, landing with quite a hefty thump. You elicit a yelp before you sit up to find three faces peeking over the edge of the bed. They each have smirks on their faces and the girls are giggling behind their hands.

“Forget we were in the room (Y/N)?” Bucky asks offering his hand. You ignore it, heavens know you don’t need him struggling to lift you from the floor. Red in the face, you seat yourself on the edge of the bed to embarrassed to bother to look at them.

“Well, excuse me, I’m used to only having the cats in my space. I'm reminded why now they don't laugh at you, only silently judge you.” This signaled a cat to climb next to you stretching next to you. You rub a hand down his back. “See perfect example, love me even with all my clumsiness. Besides, there was never much reason for people to come over; let alone having some person gracing my bed. Not many lining up. Except for my cats which I appreciate.”  You make a retreat into the restroom before you stuck your foot in your mouth again and revealed more insecurities about yourself, trying to compose and wake yourself up. You were too open in that moment; you really hadn’t meant to spill that last little bit.

Once composed you emerge, pulling a sweater from the closet and turn. “Now my intruders, if you are finished laughing at my sleepy antics what time does movie night start?”

Sharing a look they all chose for the moment to ignore the comments and actions from earlier. Bucky decides to lighten the mood by rolling over onto his back, acting like one of the cats on the bed. “Well now, I don’t want to move. Why don’t you come back over here and continue what you so rudely ended.” He stretches and attempts, and really pulls off, a purr.

Strolling back over, “Oh are you not the cutest thing I have ever seen. Such a handsome fellow.” Bucky looks startled by your boldness before you run a hand down the back of your cat. “Such a pretty kitty. This is why we don’t talk to men. Can’t cuddle quite like a cat does and when they do they end up like the weirdo next to you.” Reaching over you flick Bucky’s nose before standing up straight laughing.

The girls head out and you follow out them out throwing your head back in a laugh. Bucky quickly rolls over and rushes after them, he yanks your arm as he catches up to you. Tucking your head into the crook of his arm. Cackling he starts to drag you along, your feeble attempts to break free only making him laugh harder and give your head a noogie. You swat his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grip. When he suddenly let’s go, you’re flung back onto the couch and then a heavyweight is planted on top. You grunt trying to lift him to no avail.

“Bucky gets off you weigh like a ton and a half. Just how many donuts you been sneaking behind Steve’s back?”

He shifts, another grunt escapes you. “I will have you know, Doll, that this is nothing but pure solid muscle.”

“Yeah, that’s not hard to believe, not an ounce of the brain with all that muscle going on.” You shove once more to no avail. “Definitely too many Twinkies. Steve, save me from this giant popsicle.” You reach a hand out pleading. “Please, I’m going I can feel the light fading, my world’s going fast. Save me, Captain! Save me!”

You let your hand fall limp and stick your tongue out making an exaggerated gasp, playing dead. Bucky shifts to look at you, wanting to see why the rest were laughing at you. He gets off and covers you completely with a blanket. “Captain, I would say you were too late to save this one. Tony find a good burial spot. Maybe make her tombstone a cat shape or something.”

You shoot both hands up playing your best mummy. “I live. Sitting up you begin to walk towards Steve. “Why Steve why? Why didn’t you save me?” You drape yourself over him. Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you shake him. “You must avenge me, go forth, Sir. Get the man who did this to me!” You once more collapse against a nearby wall playing dead once more.

“Well Bucky, you heard the girl. I must avenge her. Prepare yourself.” You peak an eye open and stick your tongue out at Bucky knowing you had won this round. Steve picks up a pillow and chucks it at Barnes.

They continue to throw harmless items at each other. As they wind down you pick yourself up, grabbing another pillow you sneak around behind him. With a final swing, you pull the cushion around and plant it firmly in his face. Cheers go up, as you raise a fist in victory having defeated the great so-called Winter Soldier, finally, everyone begins to get comfy. It wasn’t until Steve got up and left the room that you yourself took a seat, making yourself comfy in the corner of one of the couches. Bucky slides onto the other side.

Steve re-enters carrying a few sweaters. He hands a couple over to the girls, who immediately put them on. He passes one to Bucky before stopping in front of you. He holds it out, but you merely give him a questioning look.

“It’s one of my sweaters the girls love to be warm.” He continues to hold it out. You reach out almost out of the instinct of not wanting to be rude.

“Yup, girls like to be warm and apparently Steve and Bucky’s sweaters are the best. Of course, I will say that I do appreciate a woman in man’s clothing something so sexy about it. They pull it off better than most men.” Tony leans over patting Nat’s thigh.

You hold up the sweater looking quickly at the tag before deciding there was no way you were fitting in it. You place it on your lap hoping that no one saw you reject it. Even if it was one of the men’s favorite things the problem was you were bigger than most men, none of the clothes fit you. There is nothing really sexy about splitting a man’s clothes when you were attempting to wearing them. It was just another mark against you. Another reason you really didn’t belong in this group of overly attractive people. You smooth the sweater down once more only to catch Bucky’s eye. You send a small smile his way.

“So what are we watching?” You inquire.

“Well since it is your first movie night I think, you should pick the poison.” Sam says grabbing a bowl of popcorn. “We do tend to go off Bucky and Steve’s need  to watch list.”

“Well in that case..” You quickly make your way through the movie selection. You go for one of your favorites; Beauty and the Beast.

“Really?” Tony raises an eyebrow. “You are going to go for a kids movie?”

“Yup,” You nod your head firmly. “If there is one thing you have to know about me is that I love my Disney and other animated movies. So don’t you dare start trash talking my choices.”

You sit back down as the beginning credits played. You felt a rush of excitement as you settle down. You look at the sweater, a twinge of pain spark through you, before placing it behind you on the sofa, hoping that no one noticed the movement.

The lights dimmed and the movie sends lights flickering through the room. Taking a moment you study each of your new roommate's faces, trying to get a little read off them. Some, like Steve, Clint, and Thor were drawn in taking in the plot and design. Others, noticeably Tony and Bruce, started to dissect and tried to improve Maurice’s inventions taking on the challenge of using only what they would have been able to find back then. Nat was dozing against Clint, not really taking the moment to finally relax. You shift once more to take in Bucky’s reaction, he seems to be enjoying the movie and you feed off of the energy coming from him.

You sing every song and silent quote the lines as they come up. Bucky can’t help but be drawn into watching you, the way your face lights up at certain scenes and marvel at the events unfolding as if it's the first time you were seeing it.

The dinner and dancing began and you leaned over toward Bucky. “My brother and I, when we were younger, used to dance to this song. Apparently, everytime we watched we would drag the other up and begin dancing. There is a rumored video of it as well.”

You looked at him only to find him already staring at you, a curious look on his face. A blush quickly covers your face and you jerk back to your side of the couch. Too close! Much too close. What were you thinking? Locking your eyes on the screen, willing the darkness to cover the redness and ease the awkwardness that is your bumbling self.

A faint chuckling reaches your ears, curiosity getting the best of you, you look over at the group of people hunched together watching something on Tony’s phone.

“What are you giggling about over there?” You kinda want to know, but at the same time, you really don't want to.

“I just found something extremely interesting.” The movie pauses before another video takes its place.

There on the screen is the small version of your brother and yourself. Spinning around clumsily, each of you fighting to take the lead, while also trying to watch the movie.

“How did you even find this? I’m almost positive it was on VHS. There is no way you found this online!” Jaw scraping the floor and your eyes bugging out you try to understand how he found this.

“Nice dance moves you got there,” Sam smirks and you can tell this isn't going to go away anytime soon.

“Oh my goodness, you are too cute in this video. How old are you?” Wanda has scoot forward in her seat trying to take in the whole video.

“I think I was like 2 or 3. Seriously Tony, how did you find this?” It had been forever since you saw this last.

“I have my ways, and apparently you have some ways too.” He saves the video and you hope he hasn’t also sent it to the team group chat.

“Psh, you are just jealous that I'm so cute. Money can’t buy that kind of cute.” You're trying to play off your embarrassment and you refuse to even glance at Bucky, quite sure your face will set on fire if you do. “Enough about me, back to the movie before I start taking away food from you people.”

Hands went up and they shook their head but mostly they were still laughing, you had a feeling Tony really did send it to the group chat. The movie flipped and people settled. When it came to an end another movie started, with no real interest your eyes grow heavy and you settle back into the couch letting it envelop you and send you drifting once more.

It was the shaking that woke you, couches shouldn't shake, you pry your eyes open. You're met with Bucky’s face stupidly close, not that you really minded in your fantasy, but still.

“Hey, Doll. Movies over, time for bed.”  He shakes you once more as you close your eyes “Hey, don’t make me splash water on you.”

Cracking your eyes open you glare, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I wouldn't? Well, maybe I'll just have to pick you up. Carry you away.” He goes to slide his arms under you.

Scooting back, you wack his hands. “Ha! Going to have to spend a few more a few more hours a week at the gym to lift my gorgeous self up, Sugar Plum.” A small, bitter chuckle escapes you as you rise from your seat. Stretching your hand back to grab the sweater off the back of the couch. Seeing Steve you return it, thanking him.

“Oh, you didn't need to give it back tonight. I would hate for you to be cold.” Steve takes it anyway.

“I didn't wear it, so we all good. I would hate to ruin a perfectly good sweatshirt.” Walking toward the hall. Lifting a hand you wave, “Thanks for a great night fellas, goodnight.”

They share a look, all trying to figure out just how you ticked, but of course, you don't see it. Getting ready for bed you go over your plan for tomorrow and what you would need. Who knows this may not be all bad, your big cat curls up next to you and you drift off to his purrs.

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Am I Enough PT 17

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst a bunch of angst

A/N: I can’t believe I finished this. I want to apologize, I was only asking if people were still reading because it motivates me to write and as the chapters came out the fewer people noted it. From the first chapter had 300 + notes and chapter 15 had about 30. THANK YOU ALL for reading and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I’m seeing only a few more chapters but I’ll let you know.

You bolted.

Ran as fast as your stupid heels would let you.

You didn’t look back.

Didn’t listen to their pleas as you stumbled towards the elevator trying to balance yourself.

To others, it would appear like you were merely drunk stumbling against the walls. Finally, the doors shut, not before seeing their faces. Your back met the wall and your legs gave out from the shaking. Your mind was racing. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, why would he?

The door opens to your floor but you can’t find the strength to move lucky for you there is a man waiting on the floor quickly catching the door before it sent you right back to where you didn’t want to be.

“FRIDAY, hold the elevator,” Tony whispered, without a word the doors remained open. Tony slid down the wall, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, before pulling you into him. It started with a single tear, Tony watched it fall, his heartbreaking, wondering how such a girl could ever end so broken in the corner of an elevator.

The rest of the team soon emerged from the next elevator over. Bucky was the first to come in view, you quickly turned into Tony burying your head into his neck, refusing look at him. Tony’s suit was soon soaked in tears and your shoulders shook against his grasp.

“FRIDAY, close the doors send us to my room.” The doors begin to shut. “Stay away Barnes, you’ve done enough.” With that, the doors shut, sending you up once more.

As the doors opened Tony helped you off the ground, walking you into the sitting area of his apartment before placing you on the couch. He quickly walks over to the bar to grab you a glass of the hard stuff, once done coming over and making sure you drink it.

“There you are, sweetheart, I got you. What happened?” He wraps his hand once more around your shoulders. Suddenly the doors ding and they both tense swinging to see who it was. To their relief it was Wanda, she quickly hurried over to you almost pushing Tony away as she pulls you into her.

“Draga, are you alright? You suddenly ran from the party. What happened?” She runs her hands over your hair shushing the cries coming from you.

“He… they…” You were choking on your own tears trying your hardest to contain them.

“Deep breath, Draga. It’s alright, take your time. Would you like some water or tea? Might help you calm down then we can talk about what happened. No rush though.” She continued to stroke your hair and travel down to your back. You nodded your head not trusting your voice. She doesn’t move but you can tell from the red in her eyes she was making the tea for you.

“Ok, black or green tea?” She asks gently. You whisper your answer. “Sugar or honey?” In a couple minutes the tea was floating over to you. Wrapping your hands around the mug you shakily lift the glass to your lips.

The warmth of the tea seems to calm you down a little. You take some deep breaths as you continue drinking.Tony and Wanda hover nearby, occasionally placing their hands rubbing their hands up and down your arms, merely assuring you that they were still there.

You finally set an empty cup down. You take a deep breath before looking at them both. You settle on Wanda, “When we were talking I noticed that Bucky had been gone awhile even though it was just to refill our drinks. So I thought maybe he got hung up talking with the guys.You pointed me towards the balcony,”You gesture towards Tony before taking a fortifying breath preparing yourself to continue.”So I headed over there and as I was opening the door I saw that hair. That red hair and his arm, and suddenly it was like that night so long ago. They were so close to each other like they were kissing or something. I….I don’t want to know. I don’t care what they were doing.” Your breath is coming in shorter bursts, your mind was reeling trying to recall everything but still trying to forget it at the same time. “I can’t .. I don’t want to remember. But at the same time, I want to know why. Why does he always chose her? I thought it was getting better. It was like it used to be like I was the only woman in the whole world. So why? Why is she so special? Why Am I Not Enough?”

You couldn’t continue, hyperventilating Wanda helps you bend over trying to control the amount of airflow. She continues to rub your back but she has added in quiet whispers, you cannot discern the meaning as she is speaking her mother tongue but it seems to be helping as you can breathe just a little easier. A few very stubborn tears make their way out and you lean your head into the crook of Wanda’s neck burrowing to get away from all the pain.

The elevator opens once more and out walks Sam frantically searching the room. When he sees you tucked on the couch he quickly walks towards you collapsing to his knees in front of you. You peel yourself away and throw yourself into the proven safe arms.

“Hey,” he grips on tight almost as if he can keep you together if he just holds on tight enough. “Hey baby girl, I just talked to Steve and Bucky. They said you ran into the elevator. What happened?”

You were getting a little tired of that question. Why wouldn’t they just let it go? They could talk to each other. The only thing you wanted to do now escaped into the beautiful oblivion that is sleep and forgets it all. Even if you had to face the truth tomorrow. The adrenaline was finally leaving you, with it came only whatever alcohol coursed through and you fell limp against Sam. Letting go of every ounce of control and strength left, leaving yourself completely in Sam’s care.

“You can take her to the guest room” Sam lifts you up into his arms while Tony shows the way. “Third door on the right. Let her sleep, we can explain what went down when you get back.” Sam merely nods before heading out.

He gently places you on the bed, pulling off your shoes gently tucking your legs underneath the blanket. He moved on to your hair pulling out any hairpins letting it fall down. When a tap on the door comes Wanda quickly drops off a glass of water with some aspirin before leaving quickly. Sam holds it up waiting for you to drink it. Finally, he goes to the bathroom grabbing a washcloth.

It is warm on your face as he wipes away your makeup erasing the tear tracks and soothing your eyes as he folds it gently upon your eyes. “Go to sleep baby girl I’ll be here in the morning. We can talk then.” He kisses your forehead and sits back. When your breathing evens out he grabs the cloth and exits the room quietly.

He wonders back into the main area to see the whole group, Bucky and Nat included. Walking around to the front so that he can take in every single one of them. Saying there was tension was an understatement, it ran thick through the group each one eyeing the other trying to figure out who was to blame.He makes eye contact with each one settling each one into their seats.

“Now, I think this is going to be a civil and informative conversation. Each of you will have a chance to speak until we are all on the same page. I don’t want to hear a single thing out of any of you. It is about time we get we our heads and facts straight.” He glares at each of them showing them a rare sight of how he truly works. “Let me remind you right now we are here because we all love her to different degrees keep that in mind. I want to hear from you, Tony, about what happened after (Y/N) left the party.”

Tony proceeds to recount the story an obvious hostile tone directed straight at the two offenders. Wanda can be seen nodding her head agreeing but as she takes in the emotions of the two in question. There is something about the remorse and the pain she is feeling, but mostly it is the lack of guilt or shame. She cocks her head taking in the two, they weren’t touching, weren’t even making eye contact with each other. In fact, they seemed at peace with each other like they had a full understanding of where they stood with each other.

Tony wraps up spitting some final insults. Sam shushes him, turning to the two in question, he gestures for them to start. Natasha begins stating everything almost like she was in a mission debrief making every point clear and concise. She had sought Bucky out, spurred on by the need to clear the air and finally be free of this burden.

“I saw Bucky approach us, Sam and I, at the bar. He was refilling (Y/N)’s drink. We started up a conversation and I thought now was a good time as ever to get it done. I figured we could finish it and move on enjoy the rest of the evening with his lady and I could enjoy the rest of the night. I wanted a more quiet environment make sure I left nothing out. We started to head to the balcony until Bucky stopped me and had Sam follow us. Figured we could have someone mediate for us and make sure there would be no misunderstandings if someone walked up. As you can tell that didn’t really go to plan.” She leans forward and buries her head in her hands. “It was because (Y/N) had found us talking the other day. I could see it in her eyes that she still had her doubts. I couldn’t get the sight out of my head. I want my best friend back and I figured the best way to do that was to figure out where I stand with Bucky and to make sure we both understood our positions.” She trails off, her eyes are glistening with tears.

As she falls silent eyes cast to the floor Bucky picks up, telling his story. “There is not much to say, it’s as she says. We talked and once we realized that we would never be anything ever and how much I love (Y/N), we hugged and that’s when I  heard her gasp. By the time I got inside Tony was taking care of her and told me not to come near her.”

The room falls silent as they each get lost in their thoughts, making their own connections and coming to conclusions. As they each affirmed their ideas they looked up and glanced at each other.

“Well, I’m guessing we have all come to the same conclusion. So now the only question is how do we get our girl to see the same thing as we do?” Sam is leaning against a wall and thinking about how to go about this.

For the next couple hours, the group started coming up with idea and plans. They worked like the well-oiled machine that they were and the best part was they working towards making the one person who held the group together the happiest they could.

When the sun rose the next day, they would start Operation Glue.

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Am I Enough PT 16

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Cliffhanger, Angst, I'm bringing it back, you had your chance to run

A/N: Hello all I am forever sorry for keeping you waiting but here is the next chapter.  This is also a wondering if anyone is still reading this. I may not continue this, so please leave a like or comment just to reassure little old me that some out there is still reading this.

You couldn’t help but accept what he said. It wasn't like they were doing anything other than sitting next to each other. Still, the slight pull on your heart made you ponder the past events. There was a general lack of trust from you. You questioned his every move and decision. You pull your arms around your waist willing the fear away, a feeble attempt to bring peace back.

Taking a deep breath you straighten up, "Well, lucky for me, your both in the same spot. I need some signatures on these documents."

They both seem startled at your sudden acceptance of Bucky's explanation. Though that was what they wanted. They come over to you grabbing the pens from your hand. They proceed to sign their lives away, all the while keeping an eye on your face, looking for any sign that you really didn't accept their answer.

Finally, the last document was signed and you shuffled the last paper into their respective folders. "Awesome and with that I am done for the weekend."

"Alright, that means we can start our spa day early." Nat rubbed her hands together in excitement.

You chuckle she had been hinting all week the various tortuous things she was going to do to you, to get ready for your party. You were pretty sure there wouldn’t be a hair left on your body except on your head, by the time the party started. You had a nightmare about it all last night. You shake your head as she clings to your arm leaving a very confused Bucky behind.

"So first we are going to start with a body scrub with a seaweed wrap after, then we are going…" You tune her out after that half the words she was saying you didn’t even know what they meant. Quickly putting all the paperwork away Nat tugs you to her chambers where you find Wanda and Pepper already lounging on the sofa each with a glass of champagne in their hands.

"Now that what I'm  talking about," You reach for Wanda's glass before she can say anything, downing the glass quickly. Wanda chuckles before reaching for another glass taking the empty one from your hand and placing the full one in its place. "So Nat was explaining, though to tell you the truth I have no idea what half of it is though I expect it is going to hurt."

Pepper leans over pulling you down next to her on the sofa. "Awe, sweetheart don't worry too much it is all for the better to bring that gorgeous face and body to its full potential. All the eyes are going to be on you after we are done with you. You won't be leaving alone tomorrow."

The girls are nodding their head, but you can merely shake your head at their antics. "Yeah, that’s what I was going for. I think my main goal is not to fall flat on my face in those heels you picked out for me."

"Oh please, you are going to rock that whole outfit." Nat has a smug look on her face. It was slightly frightening knowing that she had things planned to make her vision come true.

"Well, it won't help to put it off any longer let's get this show on the road. The sooner we are done the sooner I get to sleep."

"Ha that’s funny, you actually think you are going to sleep in the next two days." Nat resembles a Cheshire cat at this point the grin she is sporting strikes the fear of God into you.

You shudder, rising from your seat. The things that take place next you would forever be blocked from your mind. The pulling and tugging, the pinches and scraping. It would be the thing of nightmares for weeks to come. Men would shirk back in fear at the mere mention of the story. Finally, the pain ended, it was going on 4 am, for all the pain you had to admit your body shimmered and you felt as smooth as a baby's bottom. All the way from your head to your toes. Your hair had never been so perfect laying just right. Your robe slid gracefully the silk never once catching on a bump or scrape.

"Gah, please tell me you guys are done now. I'm pretty sure there isn't a part of me you guys haven't touched yet. My own parents never touched me as much as you guys have."

"Please, it wasn't that bad your just cranky cause you haven't had coffee." Wanda strolled upholding a steaming mug made just the way you like it.

"Yeah, that and the very precious thing we call sleep. I happen to like that very much." You grumble as you take a sip. You were positive you would have had dark bags if they hadn't rubbed some weird glue on your eyes. "So can I sleep now or is that a privilege for other humans?"

"I guess we can afford a small nap, but you have to do it sitting up. Can't have you ruining your hair before we have had a chance to take pictures."

"What?!! You're not done yet?! What more could you possibly have left." Spreading your arms you drift down into the sofa carefully placing your head back.

"Oh, honey that was merely the prep work. We have a couple more layers to put on before you're really ready."

Groaning you sit in frustration. "How can there be anything left to do? I barely look like myself already. How long is that going to take?"

"A few hours, no worries."

"No worries would be a few minutes not proceeding to spread more gunk on my face."  Scrubbing your face you rise from your spot and head towards the door.

“And where do you think you are going?” Nat is giving you a stink eye, positive that you are up to no good.

“Cool your heels Medusa, just going to the kitchen, I’ll be back in 5 -10 years tops I promise.” If you stopped now you were sure they would keep you with some lame excuse.

Racing away from the pits of hell you slide into the kitchen, catching the attention of the men currently chatting away while enjoying nice giant stacks of pancakes. There is a small mountain of bacon and sausage sitting in between them. Diving towards the sent you quick;y scoop up a couple pieces of bacon and chomp down quickly.

“Oh, why wasn’t I born a man, I wouldn’t have to put up with these stupid girly things and be deprived of this delicious, greasy goodness. Maybe I should just give up on this female thing.” Heads swung at that statement, each trying to ascertain how serious you were about this. From the look on your face as you savored every bite of bacon, you were completely convinced.

“Not that I really want to know, but what did they do to you in there?” Tony is eyeing you from the end of the table.   

You shudder just remembering it. “You really don’t want to know. It will haunt me for the rest of my days. That is why you can now call me Adam, that's my name now.”

“Well, you are the most gorgeous male I have ever seen you might have to be the one I turn gay for.” Sam comes next to you to hand you a plate of your own pancakes.

“Are you kidding, every one of you would go gay for me. Don’t even try to deny it.” You plop down next to Bucky, reaching across him to grab the syrup. “I swear those when are not real. WHo would put themselves through that just for a party? A bunch of harpies that’s what they are.”

Bucky leaned over to try to steal a piece of your sausage only to have you swat his hand and shot him a death glare. “I swear I will bite your hand off, I have been up for the past 26 hours and apparently I’m not even done. How can I not be done? I have never felt so violated.  I am not kidding you.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loud, they can hear it and then they will come for your soul. “ Tony whispered.

You quickly shovel more pancakes in, trying to get as much in before they really did come for you. “They can try but I won’t go willingly, I will take my own life if I have to. I can’t go back there.”

As if the devil himself had summoned them himself, the girls came in. “What is this about killing oneself?” They each lineup across the table from you, giving you a stink eye upon seeing what you were consuming.

“You can’t do anything now. I am no longer part of the female species. I am no a man. I have given up that side of me. Now go back to whatever scrub you were doing and leave me in peace.” There is a firm set in your jaw, you knew it was a hopeless cause according to the look they were giving you.

“Ha very funny but I did not put in all that work just for you to be a male tonight. But if that is how you want to play it you will be the most drop dead gorgeous man tonight.” You shrink into your chair, trying to hide under their gazes as their hands' plant on their hips one by one. “Now what exactly are you eating? Because it certainly can’t be carbs, RIGHT? We need to ensure you fit in your dress for tonight. So this will be your last bite of food until this evening.” Nat scoops up your plate with you feebly attempting to grab it back.

“You can’t do that, this is nothing but abuse. If that’s how it’s going to be I’m not going to the party tonight. You can’t just deprive me of food.” You stand up slowly backing away from the trio.

“Yes I am and I will.”

“Bucky?” You swing your head putting on the best puppy eyes that you can. “Don’t let her take me. Please, don’t let her have her way.” You work up a tear to add effect.

The guilt that courses through his veins and across his face is seen by all. “This party is for you, babe. If it’s just a few hours of this so that you stand out the most then…” He trails off as he is met with your shaking head. You search for a sympathetic face in the crowd, finding downcast gazes and approval of what Nat was doing.

“No, I won’t do it.” You hurl yourself over the couch and speed toward the elevator.

“Wanda, stop her.”

You are instantly halted and lifted in the air, the red mist from Wanda’s magic enveloping your entire body. She pulls you back and you’re turned so the rest can see you.

“I have been betrayed. Bucky, I shall never forgive you for this slight. This I promise you, I will get my revenge.” You send each guy a warning glare before you are pushed back down the hall.

“Oh quit your whining, you’re going to look great.” With that, the girls follow sending a wink back at the guys.

That was the last time any of the guys saw you….

The party was going full force. There was steam creeping along the windows adding to the energy of the party, the music vibrating throughout the room. Lights danced on the walls and ceiling, trapezing from person to person. Tony had spared no expense, there was food to feed a whole 3rd world country for a month and a small tower of presents that seemed to keep growing as time went on. There were people in every corner, they didn’t actually know you but when Stark through a party you had to be a fool not to go.

The Avengers were spread throughout each chatting with their own little group. Nat had a small herd of men each vying for her attention, the promises getting more outrageous as each tried to outdo the other.  Wanda and Vision were whispering in each other's ear while making their way through the buffet line. Steve, Bucky, Clint, and Sam were all chatting around the bar each with a beer in hand.

“So has the birthday girl arrived yet?” Steve asks glancing around the room.

“Nope, not yet. Though from the noises in that room earlier she very well may be dead.” Sam sniggered a reply. “I believe Tony is going to introduce her. Not that she is going to know half these people, but what can you do.”

Even the men had no idea no idea who some of these people were. They really were only there for you. Suddenly the lights went out and two bright spotlights came on. They circled the room quickly gaining speed until finally, they can to rest on the top of the staircase that leads into the hall. Tony was elegantly dressed, his suit sharp and his hair carefully arranged.

With his arms thrown wide, he began, “Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming to my party. Really it’s not for me though, we have come together to celebrate a truly special girl. She is near and dear and a slight pain in the butt to all of us Avengers. Without further adieu, I give you, the one the only (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

The spots shifted over slightly to see the doors swinging open. Suddenly the whole room could see you. Your heart rate spiked and you palms began to sweat. “Pepper?” You look at the woman that is escorting you in. “I’m starting to think that maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.”

She chuckles and squeezes your arm, trying to send some of her own strength and peace to you. “Well, it’s a little late for that darling. You can’t run away now they can all see you. Besides, don’t you want everyone to see all the work we put into tonight? Otherwise, Natasha will have done it all for nothing and her own pleasure.” She added that last bit in to give you a purpose. If there was one thing Pepper loved about you. It was your need to get the full value out of anything that came into your life. That included in this moment, the tugging and pricking you would flaunt it for all it’s worth she was sure of it.

And you did, straightening your back you cocked your hip and planted your hand there. Finally, Pepper dragged you forward and down the stairs. Placing each foot firmly on the next stair, one in front of the other,  to the rest of the world you commanded every step and captured every eye in the room with the sheer amount of confidence and ethereal beauty that seemed to surround you. The others could certainly see how all the work Nat had put into had paid off, but they could also see the slight shaking of your hands and how they quickly form into fists.

Steve leans towards Sam, “WOW, she looks stunning!”

“Yeah, she’s got all the guys and some of the women looking at her. But did you notice the shaking of her hand? This never was her kind of thing.” He was laughing. “There is one guy in particular though that I am finding quite amusing.” He shifts his gaze to the fellow next to him.

Bucky is currently starstruck, his eyes are trained on you and there is a slight glaze over his eyes as he tries to drink in every single movement, committing it to memory. He had seen you in the dress before but now with the lights shining on you, he couldn’t breathe. The dress flowed and your hair sat perfectly in an updo. It was like the dress itself was made for you. Even the cast was perfectly hidden up by a pair of fingerless gloves. Your jewelry matched and made the rest of you shine.

“Hey, lover boy! Got a little drool running down your chin. ” Sam shouts in his ear. He had called him several times with no response.  

“Gah really do you have to do that?” He rubs his ear finally having broken his gaze on you. He tried to subtly wipe his chin checking to see if what he said was true. “What do you want?”

“Instead of just looking at her why don’t you go ask her to dance or something.” Sam nudges him making him take a step forward.  “Come on take the girl around for a spin. She would really appreciate it. Save her from the dastardly view of everyone.” He grumbles but decided that is a very good idea. He stalks through the crowd.  

You see him coming toward you, and you feel your heart rate spike, threatening to beat right out of your chest. He looks stunning in a blue velvet suit jacket, it brought out his eyes and you found yourself getting lost in them like you did the very first time you met. Meeting him at the bottom of the stairs he reached his hand out, carefully placing your gloved hand in his, pulling you into his arms.

“May I have this dance?” He whispers in your ear.

Nodding he leads you to the center of the dance floor, taking he spins you and suddenly, it’s just the two of you now. You barely even hear the song, let alone the chatter of the rest of the room.

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N). You look stunning.” He has pulled you close whispering his words in your ear.

“Thank you. I could barely believe it when I saw myself in the mirror.” You are blushing rather fiercely.  Burrowing your head against him to hide it. He continued to move you around the silence between you comfortable, merely living in the moment no need to ruin it with talk.

Pulling away he leads you towards the others lounging at the bar. The whole way you were getting compliments and a birthday wishes. Hugs were exchanged as you reached the group.

Sam reaches for your hand kissing the back. “Hey, hot momma, you on someone’s arm tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, I’m not though you may need to fight this handsome fellow.” You shrug over toward Bucky as he sends a glare towards Sam.

“Hands off bird boy.  She is mine tonight.” He reaches for a glass of champagne handing it to you before grabbing a scotch for himself.

The group begins to chat and wanders off to mingle. You were having a great time talking to everyone and just having a good time. With work and everything else, you were glad to just relax and not have anyone need anything from you. Bucky had wandered off to grab you another drink.

You were having a lovely chat with Wanda and Pepper about a new TV series on Netflix that you were all interested. It was then that you noticed that Bucky had yet to return from the bar. You look over to find that Bucky is absent from the bar. You excuse yourself and walk overseeing Steve and Tony chatting in the corner.

“Hey fellas, you saw Bucky wandering around here?” You swivel your head hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

“Nah came over grabbed a drink and I guess Natasha and Sam called him over. They headed over to the balcony.” He jerked his head towards on side of the room to a more private balcony.

“Thanks, guys.” You wave and head that way. Looking out you can’t immediately see them. You feel your heart pick up slightly, you were having a moment of deja vu. Your palms start to sweat and you vision tunnels.

The door slides open slowly and hear “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not now.” Your breath catches in your throat.

“Yes, we should we need to talk about this our relationship….” They get really quiet their voices lowering to a mere whisper or maybe it was from the buzzing in your head, either way, you can no longer hear what they are saying. It is all drowned out. You freeze not wanting to hear anymore but you have to know you have to make sure.

You still can’t move, not wanting any of this to become reality. He had promised, he was never going to do this again. Things had been so good between you, why would he why? You were screaming in the head trying to find some sort of reason, some explanation. Finally, moving you creep out looking to the darkest area of the balcony. There was the familiar flash of fiery red hair and the glint of metal. Each way too close to each other. Eyes traveling up all you catch is two faces very close and pulling away from each other. An unknown look shared between them. Its then you feel a pain in your heart a sharp crack, with the startling realization that nothing had changed. He would always pick her over you.

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Why? Just Why?

Bucky X Reader; Steve; Avengers

Warnings: Fluffy Fluff

Summary: Reader wants to make a meal for the group but with the way they eat she needs to pull out the big guns. She heads to Sam’s Club to find all her goods without breaking the bank.

A/N: I know I’m horrible for not updating the 2 stories I have been working on but this has been rattling around in my head.

There was a relaxing excitement in the air. Barely passed breakfast and the team was draped over various pieces of furniture, Sam was flipping through Netflix never really settling on a movie. No one seemed to mind though each was enjoying having a moment to do absolutely nothing. The group had decided that they would spend the day together but none really had the energy to actually plan anything besides sitting and watching some TV.

You came strolling in having left to grab a book, you survey the scene in front of you taking in the various positions available to you to sit. Suddenly an idea came to mind, it was something your family had always done on family nights.

“Hey how about I make dinner this evening? Nothing better than a home-cooked meal to round out a lazy day.” You watched the whole group perk up, like excited puppy dogs, you could almost see some tails wagging.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” You giggle as the group nods their heads quickly. You set your book down on a side table. “Let me grab my purse, I have some shopping to do.” You pause swinging back around to take in the group. You realize that you have 2 super soldiers, a god, a hulk and a man with an apparent endless stomach. “I’m thinking Sam’s Club should have enough.” You start back towards your room.

Upon your return, Steve and Bucky are waiting each has a questioning look upon their face. “What is this Sam’s Club and why will it solve our feeding problem?” Steve asks timidly like he should know the answer but is ashamed to admit he doesn’t.

You place a hand on his shoulder, “Hey don’t sweat it, not everyone has experienced the greatness that is Sam’s Club. How about this why don’t you both come with me? Heavens knows I will probably need the 2 of you to get the stuff back here anyway.” You head to the elevator with your tagalongs. On your way to one of the world’s best places.

Pulling up to the building, Steve and Bucky can only take in the unassuming building. You climbed out calling to the boys. “Well come along, we can’t spend too much time here.”

They quickly followed. Grabbing a cart you flashed the front door man your card before heading inside. The boys slowly walked in behind her. When they finally got a clear view they stopped. Their jaws were dragging the floor trying to take in everything that was displayed in front of them.

“What? What is all this?” Bucky had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“This is the magic of Sam’s Club. It’s bulk buying at a cheaper cost. It’s usually for businesses that need supplies, or things for the office. A lot of this can be resold in individuals. If they are hosting events or just need something for the office. Of course, there are families that come here because they buy in bulk to save money and have plenty of mouths to feed. Hence why we came here.”

They weakly nod their heads. “So all this stuff is cheaper because you’re buying so much at once?” Bucky is still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

“Yup, it’s like a warehouse. So come on we have shopping to do.” You start to push the cart away only to find they haven’t followed. You backpedal, placing one of their hands on the side of the cart. “Ok, here hold on to the cart, Don't let go I don’t want you to get lost.” You talk slowly so they could understand. They nod and start moving with the cart.

You start heading through the aisles not really paying any mind to what was there you were focused on sales and food. Unfortunately, the guys had to pick something up and ask why there needed to be so many of certain things. You were barely through half the store before you reached the clearance section of the store. You quickly worked through the area judging if the price was worth it or would this jacket look nice. You grabbed a couple shirts and a nice big pack of socks. The boys were looking over some shoes and t-shirts.

“What you think Stevie? This one or the blue one.” Bucky them up trying to decide.

“I don’t really know they both look nice though you do need a little more color in your wardrobe maybe do the blue.” Steve ponders.

You can’t help the laugh that comes out. “You both realize those shirts are only $4 each right?” They look down at the bin seeing the big sign attached to it.

They look at each other before they each grab one of each color. They follow up with a pair of shoes. They dive back in and come up with a couple random kitchen gadgets. Bucky holds up a milkshake blender. “Hey, Doll, may I get this, what does it do?”

“It makes milkshakes, of course, it makes them in larger batches but still. Also, we do have a blender that makes them.” You reply they were falling into the trap of a good deal.

“I know that but this makes just milkshakes, I don’t have to share with anyone. Also not having to worry about those weird “healthy concoctions that Steve makes us drink, mixing in either.” He affirms his decision before placing it in the cart.

Steve has a similar story though he has a dehydrator. He had heard something about making fruit into a yummy snack that he could take on missions, not having to eat so many granola bars. As you start to move away from both their hands found their way to the cart latching on once more. You couldn’t help but chuckle at them. They listened so well it was like shopping with the world’s best-behaved kids, they even had the constant what’s this questions to affirm it. Slipping your phone out you took a picture of the moment. You quickly send it to the group with the simple caption: Shopping with my boys! Couldn’t ask for more well-behaved kids.

You finally reach food and begin to pile things in. The guys found giant boxes of their favorite cereal and a few snacks they always have to constantly buy. You had finally decided to make pulled pork sandwiches with all the fixings. You strolled through the frozen aisles picking up cheesecake for dessert and a veggie blend.

Finally making it to fresh produce, Steve stocks up on different fruit he can use in his new machine. Bucky added items to add to his gallons of ice cream for tonight's milkshakes. You focused on your meal, drifting to the meat selection you browse the pork butt. Steve and Bucky are still attached to the cart. You finally pick out 2 well-marbled pieces both about 15 lbs each. Bucky quickly comes over to grab both from you.

“Wow Doll, do we really need this much? I mean I know we eat a lot but this may be a bit excessive.” He places both in the cart anyway. You pass by the flowers taking a quick look before moving on to your final destination of bread.

“Yup, I have no doubt that once you try this there will be nothing left. If there is it won’t be there for long trust me.” Finally heading to bread you quickly pull a bag of white and wheat rolls to finish off your meal.

Checking out was quick and efficient as is the norm, the guys once again having to scoop their jaws up seeing the price. “No way, how could that only cost that? This is worth twice that amount.” Steve is trying to calculate everything but couldn’t find an answer.

“Like I said the magic of Sam’s Club. Let’s grab some lunch before we head back.” You escort them to the concession stand. “Hey is pizza alright with you guys?” Seeing their nods you grab a slice for each of you along with your cups. Bucky grabs the plates and Steve the cups going to fill them up, already knowing what each of you would drink, though you saw him pause at the sheer number of options to choose from.

Sitting across from Bucky, you place napkins and parmesan in the middle of the table. He is staring at the giant slice of pizza, trying to figure out the need to have a quarter of a large pizza for that price. “Why? Just why?”

Once again you chuckle, shrugging while taking in his astonishment. Eating in silence your group finishes quickly and exit the building and loading up the SUV before starting your trek back to the compound.

Grabbing a cart you walk the small horde of food in, you exit the elevator to see the rest seemingly in the exact same position as when you left. The only indicators of movement being some Chinese containers on the coffee table.

“Sooo, how did your shopping adventure go?” Nat asks sitting up.

Steve and Bucky look at each other and a glazed look comes over their faces. “It was… it was, yeah.” A sign escaping and having absolutely no words to describe what they had just gone through. “But look at all the things we got. Having moved their things to a separate table they showed the group their finds pride evident at the great price they found them at.

Making your way to the kitchen, you proceeded to start dinner. You couldn’t help but listen to the guys as they spun their adventure in the superstore. Getting caught up in the movements you fail to see Bucky sneak in beside you. You end up turning and bumping into him.

“Hey handsome, did you need something?”

“Nope came to check on my girl see if she needed any help and also thank her for a wonderful day so far.” With that, he pulled out a bundle of flowers.

“What? How?” You never even saw him pick them up let alone buy them.

“Master assassin remember?” He leans in a gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back.

“Well thanks for this and I should be good for now just want to get this pork cooking and then we should all be good to go.”

Thor stomps in interrupting your moment with Bucky. “What is this club belonging to Sam, how is it that it is so magical and may I get my own club as well?”

The group merely laughs and you can tell this was going to be a great day off.

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Steve & Bucky | I Loved You First Based on Not Easily Conquered

Start of Something New PT 3

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Fluff and slight depression.

A/N:I know I’m on a roll, hopefully I can get a couple more of each story out but again no promises. This chapter is a little more filler I wanted to establish some characteristics more to happen in the next chapter I promise. Also thank you for all the sweet comments I really appreciate them!!

It was like they had cursed you with constant nagging. You had gone back to work like usual for about a week before Tony was down complaining about not having you in his life once again. He had marched himself down to the cafeteria once again demanding that you work the evening in the Avenger home kitchen. You tried to put up a minimal fight, huffing and puffing around your station, to no avail he wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon.

Once more you finished lunch with your regulars, even the new trainees were beginning to warm up, tossing your apron in the bin you head to the elevators set on your task. On the way you ran into Richard, he seemed slightly frazzled rushing his way to what you assumed was the cafeteria.

“No, No please you can’t be leaving!” He whined as he saw where you were headed.

“No, I’m not leaving I have to cook dinner for Tony, that spoiled child, I quote “I can’t live without you or your food any longer. Know that I think about it he may just kidnap me.” You had to shrug your shoulders at his actions, he really would never change.

“Well, can’t you at least turn around for a moment and make me something. My meeting ran late and I need your goodness to make up for it. Please.” he was pulling his best puppy eyes, to you though it was more like the poor dog commercials.

“Well…. I don’t know,” He wouldn’t let you finish that sentence.

“Wait.” He holds up a finger whipping his phone, he spent a few moments talking to the other person before his clicked off with a giant smirk on his face. “I have been approved to join you and your gang for dinner and pre dinner snack for me.”

“Well, how about that. Ok let’s go, what are you in the mood for?”

“I don’t really know, all I knew was that you needed to be the one to make it. It’s really rather addicting stuff.”

You chuckle at his antics, that statement was certainly exaggerated. The doors finally opened at your destination, Richard was relaying an old amusing story. You were gripping your sides, an ache making itself known. A quick movement catches your eye, you jerk your head up to find your cat sitting perched on the counter of the island. All laughter leaves you then, you’re pretty sure its your cat, it’s orange stripped and he was currently meowing at you.

“Will someone tell me why my cat is currently sitting on the countertop?” You weren’t really addressing anyone in particular as you had not known they were in the room.

“Oh do you not allow them on the counter?” Sam quickly gets up and he moves toward the kitchen to remove Private from his perch.

You look blankly at him. Why was he not surprised that your cat was here. Suddenly you here another meow from below you, you find Skipper weaving his way between your legs. “No, it’s more why are my cats, who live at my house and should be there right now, sitting in your home?”

Trying to wrap your head around the concept Tony makes his way in fiddling with a tablet not paying too much attention to the current situation. You march right up to him and demand that he look at you.

“Tony, what the heck is going on here?” You pull the tablet from him when he continued to ignore you. “Why are my cats making themselves known in your house?”

“Oh well you see, I finally figured out why you would never move in. You don’t want to go through the pain of packing and making arrangements for a move so I did it for you. You are rooming right next to Barnes. The cats have already been acquainted to their new home, know where the box is and everything. So in simple terms, welcome home.”

He was mad, no the whole lot of them were mad. They each had just accepted this change, not bothering to get your approval or anything merely taking it. You look at Richard surely the only sane man left in the room.

“Um, forgive me for what I’m about to do.” You turn to the rest of the group mainly at Tony. “Have you all gone insane! What happened to the fact that it was my home you up rooted that I should have some sort of say in moving? I can’t believe you guys!” You waved your hands and started to pace the length of the floor still trying your best to accept that this was happening. “I mean do you know where my mail is going, what if I had packages that are currently being mailed to my house. What about having to change my license, all my bills are currently for that address. Not to mention my lease is still not up for another 4 months.”

“If you would let me explain this would all make more sense to you, but you seem to have your panties in a major bunch right now so let me explain.” Tony had taken your rant in stride and then brushed it all aside. “I, really being Pepper’s henchmen, have taken care of all this. What really happened was a pipe broke in the apartment above you, flooded the whole house. My team was able to save a good portion of it but there were some losses, mostly furniture.” You covered your mouth in shock. Of course this had to happen to you. “Not that you will need much furniture now that you are living here. If there is anything your place is lacking just let FRIDAY know and we will have it ordered. Also we took your clothes to the dry cleaners, they should be back by this evening.” He reached behind him, grabbing an manilla envelope from the counter he handed it over to you. “That contains all your new information, license, bill receipts, forwarding addresses, really anything that you need to know is in there. Now as for your employment…”

Your jaw was trailing the floor, he really did astound you at times. You perked up though when he made that comment. “Woah, no you are not allowed to mess with my employment. I happen to like my job.”

Richard felt the need to put his two cents in as well. “Yeah you can’t steal her, try to keep her all to yourself. You’re not the only one that loves her food.”

He once again waved his hand dismissing your concerns. “No we are merely tweaking it a little. You will continue to run the lunch but after 3 you will come up here. You are now the Avengers personal chef. This will include if you are comfortable with it, any parties that are arranged. You of course will be released from the cafeteria for the days leading up to and of so you may focus on the event. Richard you are more than welcome to join us anytime you would like.”

Richard lets out a grunt of approval clearly okay with it knowing that he was taken care of. On the other hand, your mind was spinning. You couldn’t say no to the offer but at the same time he had just uprooted your whole life with a wave of his hand.

The best course of action, you decided was to ignore it for the moment. Raising your chin at Richard you head to the kitchen, taking out a few items to make his lunch. The group doesn’t say anything, they watch from their seats afraid that they could set you off with a mere word. To them it seems as if your dancing through the area, each movement efficient and purposeful. They can’t help but gaze in wonder as you chopped and scooped, it was a thing of beauty, every once in awhile the youngest Pepper would saunter his way up to you. You would scratch his head and rub your hand down his back to fiddle with his tail, it never once broke your concentration though mere added to the effect. Finally with everything that needed to be cooking on you turn to Richard, who has perched himself upon a stool. He like the others has been watching you and has a gobsmacked look on his face.

“What witchcraft have you spun for me today?”

You crack your first smile since entering. “Well, it’s nothing much but we are having a Honey Dijon Glazed Pork Chop, with mashed white beans and spinach, that is if you don’t mind if I join you for lunch.” You tilt your head at him.

He nods quickly, “Of course, I would be honored to eat lunch with you.” You blush over his compliments. “So who is this spirited fellow that is helping you cook?”

“Oh this is Private Pepper, he is 3 and really loves the attention, follows me pretty much everywhere when I’m at home.” You pause at that thought this was now your home, at least for now, you were going to have to get used to that notion.

“Oh? And how did you come up with a name like that?”

“Well I have a secret loving for the Penguins of Madagascar so that’s where Skipper, the handsome fellow who is stalking you right now, and Private come from. Though the first day I brought Private home he climbed my bed to the side table and dunked his head in my cup of Dr Pepper, hence Private Pepper.” The whole group laughs at this, the first noise they have made the whole time.

“Well, I must admit they fit the name perfectly. Skipper is certainly a handsome fellow.”

“Yes and with some of the silkiest fur you’ll ever feel. Their my boys though so I’m pretty biased.”

“For good reason though, I agree with you.” He was stroking Skipper behind the ear making his diesel engine purr start. “Whew, listen to him go.”

You chuckle and turn back to the stove. You quickly plate everything and head over to sit beside Richard placing his plate down. He gives you a look, asking why you hadn’t made enough for the obvious group behind you. You send him a look right back, the really after what they just pulled. Out loud though you said “They didn’t ask for any.”

Bucky decided that he had been ignored for long enough. He made his way to the seat next to you. Having just cut a piece off you went to take a bite only to have your fork diverted. Bucky leaned over and chomped down onto your fork. You let out a small yelp.

“‘Scuse you Sir, that happens to be my food.” You sent a glare only to be met with a smirk.

“Yes but this is really good. It was rude of you to not offer to make the rest of the present company some as well.” He takes the fork and starts to eat more from your plate.

“That,” you take the fork back and angle your plate further away from him. “Is because you bunch should have eaten already and I was making a point.”

“Oh yeah and what point was that?”

“That you can’t just demand and take whatever or in this case whomever you want whenever you want. There could be circumstances that you are unaware of.”

“Oh and what could that be?”

“Well,” you rack your brain for some sort of excuse. “Maybe I was interested in one of my neighbors.” You pull a smug face until you realize what you had just implied. You pause at that thought. It shouldn’t really matter because as you had decide before this whole liking Bucky thing was never going to go any farther than friendship. Unfortunately it was too late to take back everything you had just said so you raised your chin and met his eyes face on.

While you were berating yourself you had missed the flash of hurt and confusion that passed over Bucky’s features, he hardened them once you lifted your sights back to him though. Nat jumped off the couch and rushes to you.

“What what? The (Y/N) has an interest in someone? Who, who is it?” She grabs your shoulders practically shaking you as she tries to pry information from you.

“I never said I had an interest in anyone. I was merely stating that there could be a situation that you all don’t know about that you may not have known about.” You see Bucky perk up a little at that comment. Inside you feel your heart leap a little from the thought of him being happy you weren’t interested in someone. You would have to deal with that later for now you had to save the last bit of food that Bucky had decided was his.

“Excuse you, that is mine I haven’t eaten all day and i happen to be hungry.” you reach for the plate but he pulls it back closer to him.

“But doll, it’s really good.”

“Don’t doll me, I’m not one of your spaceport floozies, give me my food. You will all get dinner in a little while anyway.”

“What on earth is a “spaceport floozie”?” He tilts his head trying to figure out what you had just said. You take that moment to grab your plate.

“It’s from a movie called Treasure Planet, we can watch it some time i think you may enjoy it.” You turn and take a couple big bites so you can say you had a little something.

“Excellent idea, how about we order in some pizza and we can watch this movie of yours.” Tony spoke up already going about ordering for later.

“Wait aren’t I supposed to cook here?”

“Yes but you have had a long and trying day. You deserve a break. Alright everyone meet back here at 6:30 on the dot and we’ll get this party started. Bucky can show you to your room, get it all set up the way you like it and what not.” With that he is off again, once more fiddling on his tablet. Bruce trains behind barely catching up as the door closes on them.

You look at Richard who is just finishing up his meal. “Well, I guess that's my cue to leave, thank you for the meal it was divine. I will see you Monday yes?” You nod before he goes to the elevator.

Some of the others had dispersed, leaving you with Bucky, Nat, and Wanda to accompany you to your new home. Swinging by the counter you gain both your boys who lead the way to your room. You were surprised they usually didn’t take to people as quickly as they had to this group. Small victories you reminded yourself.

When the door slid open, your jaw brushed the floor once again. The room was twice the size of your whole entire apartment. The bed was a California King and still seemed small with all the space. There was your favorite reading chair by the window with a lamp and bookshelf framing it. Your walls were decorated like they were in your home. You turn slightly to find a massive 80 inch TV decorating the wall with all your DVDs underneath on the TV stand. You could see part of the walk in closet and you already know your clothes barely filled half of it. You ventured into the bathroom and were met with not only a jacuzzi bathtub but also a shower that had at least 6 different spout from all different directions. You had no doubt that the floors were probably heated and you more than likely could watch movies in there as well.

You came back out to find your three guest had made themselves comfortable on the bed. You quirked an eyebrow. “Really, you’re just going to make yourselves comfortable, this is my room you know.”

“Well your cats were just asking to be pet and who could deny such adorable little guys. I mean they demanded to be pet.” Wanda protested. She currently had private rolled over on his back giving her access to his sides and stomach, using his paws to keep her hand right where he wanted it.

“Fine, I’ll give you that. Since you all are here, I was going to take a nap and continue one of my shows so if you would like to join you can just keep it down.”

They all nodded and got even more comfortable where they were. There was more than enough room. You had always taken up a lot of room, but for once in your life you felt small and you cherished the feeling of not taking up that much room. You pushed from your mind that you were literally sleeping next to Bucky. You quickly turned on the TV and played the show, once you settled you drifted off listen to the quiet commentary going on. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

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Am I Enough PT 15

Bucky X Reader

A/N: I am on a roll two fics in the same week.But please don’t get too used to it I try though. So here it is I hope you enjoy it. My tags for this story are still open. I am addicted to comments it helps me write faster and generally makes my day.

It wasn’t anything in particular that woke you up the next morning. It was merely how comfortable you seemed to be. You manage to stretch, then curl back into the heat that is radiating from your side. You drifted off once again into a relaxed state not quite asleep but still aware of things beginning to go on around you. The murmuring started out like a TV on really low so as not to disturb anyone. It wasn’t till the shuttering from cameras that you stiffened and really took in your surroundings. You were draped across a warm, firm surface. Your eyes cracked open to get the full reality of the situation, bracing yourself for it.

You opened them to a neck a thick tanned neck, raising your head you land on Bucky’s face. His eyes are open and fixated on something above you and over the couch. With you wiggling around in his arms you manage to draw his attention to you. His grey eyes seem to sear into yours.

“Not to alarm you or put you in a more awkward spot but we seem to have an audience.” He runs his hands up and down your back. It had been a habit he had picked up while you were dating. If you were honest, you missed it. You peer over the back of the couch to find the team lined up in the kitchen watching the two of you. Some quickly turned their attention else where pretending they hadn’t done anything. Other, aka Tony and Nat, had their phones out and taking pictures of the moment. You jerk up, flinging yourself to the other side of the couch.

“Tony that better be an email your sending or your going to have to buy a new phone.” You turn your glare on him. He was far from your good graces especially after the stunt he pulled on you yesterday.

He at least had the gall to look down and put his phone away. You quickly rise from the couch, you wouldn’t make eye contact with Bucky who was still stretched out on the couch. Rushing out you feel your face burning with embarrassment, you got too comfortable that’s what happened and now you were in this predicament. Now what were you going to do? You couldn’t leave your room, but at the same time you still had a bone to pick with Tony. But it’s not like they hadn’t ever caught you in that position before. Of course that was before the incident happened.

You started to pace your room, pulling your hair while twiddling your fingers together. What the heck were you supposed to do. You had made so much progress with Bucky. This could put you back on the scales. Wait?! Why did you care so much? This was just Bucky, you had merely fallen asleep on him. Carelessly draped yourself over him like a dishrag and invaded his personal space.

You pick up a pillow and scream into it. Why was this so freaking hard to figure out? Signal more hair pulling. It wasn’t really like you could even ask the other girls for help either. You knew they would just tell you to accept your feelings and get over it. Finally it clicked you needed him really only he could help.

“FRIDAY, would you grab Sam for me?”

“Right away, ma’am.”

You continued to pace your room, you were so caught up in your thoughts you managed to miss Sam knocking and walking into the room. He watched you for several moments, he was quite certain you were about to set your floors on fire. It was his laugh that finally brought you out of your stupor.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to see you are overthinking this whole situation.”

“I know that, why do you think I asked you to come in here?! It’s not like i haven’t been in this position before. I swear I feel like it is the very first time. But I shouldn’t feel this way we aren’t dating. We broke up heck I half promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with him anymore. So why can’t I get him out of my head and like you said over think every single stupid situation?”

Sam stares at you for a moment trying to pick apart all you had just said. “First, calm down. Why don’t you sit down next to me?” He waited until you perched on the edge of your bed before he began.  “Now I know that you seem to think of me as a cure all, a master of all solutions, but I’m not. I can’t help but say that you need to just let things happen. You are so focused on what’s happening and what could possibly happen but you need to stop. It’s doing nothing but causing you stress.”

You can’t help but appreciate how he always goes the extra mile for you. At the same time you could understand what Sam was saying. You did rely on him too much, there was a time where you could make your own choice, stand on your own two feet. Somewhere along the line you stopped, using everyone you knew to help solve them. Taking each situation and using it as an excuse as you needed it. Jeez you were nothing but a baby.

“Sam, when did I become such a baby? When did I start being unable to help myself?” To say Sam was surprised was an understatement. He knew you would have to realize it eventually but definitely not this quickly.

He sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you he pulls you into his side. “Finally saw it did you, you’re getting your fire back to full strength. I knew it was there it just needed the right moment to fully ignite. So let me ask you what are you going to do?”

“I don't really know yet but I know I can walk out there handle anything they throw out of me.” You turn and hug Sam close. “How did I ever manage to find such a great friend as you?”

“You know I'm not sure but I for one am glad you found me.” He squeezed you before pushing you to arms length. “Now, I hope you know you can still come talk to me, I'm in no way saying you can't talk to me any more.”

“Oh I know. Now I just need someone to talk to and give advice, I'm finally getting my legs back and this time I'm not going to lose them again.” He could see the flames igniting in your eyes again, he felt his smile grow from seeing it where it belonged.

“Well then legs, let's go eat I'm starving and you’re being too serious for my liking this morning. Race Ya!!” He shoved you so you went sprawling on your bed.

“Hey, cheater!  Come back here.” There was no venom in your voice. You race after him, stumbling into the kitchen you see him sitting down on a stool acting like he’d been there forever. You came up next to him and casually shoved him off. He let out an unseemly squawk. The group fell apart, while you perched yourself on the seat he had vacated.

“Excuse you ma'am, I believe you are in my seat.” Sam was attempting to loom over you. It wasn’t very intimidating, so you proceeded to ignore him. He attempted to shove you off, you had seen it coming and braced yourself for retaliation, hr only succeeded in swaying you. You laughed at his efforts, he in returns growls at you. “You’re in my seat woman.”

“So, you pushed me first.” You don’t bother to make eye contact, instead watch Wanda finish preparing pancakes. Making it seem as though you had never seen the process before.

Vision was plating up food as Wanda finished, passing out plates to the people seated at the island first. When he placed your plate down he glanced up at you. “(Y/N) did you have a good night? Get plenty of rest?”

You were startled by the sudden question. “Wasn’t so bad.” You look over at the man in question before continuing. “Bucky is a pretty good lay.” He was mid sip with his coffee when you said that, resulting in him choking on it. He wasn’t the only one though, both Steve and Tony had also been drinking, Tony’s spurt right out his nose. You hold back a full laugh before continuing. “Yeah he’s rather warm, I think from that super soldier stuff he’s got going on. Also not such a bad mattress, not to soft but definitely not to firm. Though i will say, I don’t like getting poked in the stomach everytime I move, if you get what I mean.”

By this point the guys are rolling on the floor laughing, Steve and Bucky are bright red that they resemble tomatoes. The girls are staring at you like you have grown a second head. Vision on the other hand is carefully taking your statement apart. “Yes, the serum makes his metabolism run quicker than most humans. This results in a higher body temperature, he runs about  5-7 degrees hotter. Ideal for falling asleep on to most people.” You nod your head in agreement, it had been delightful to wake up on top of him. “Though I am concerned about this feature that was poking you. Would you mind describing the feel to me?”

Wanda came up to him slapping a hand over his mouth. If it was possible Steve and Bucky got even redder. You couldn’t help one more jab at him before getting the day going, “It wasn’t anything significant, just a small, teeny tiny prod. In fact if I hadn’t been paying attention would have never even felt it.”

Sam was crying, “She called you small, I knew it!”

“I am not small.” Bucky shouted. This didn’t help anything, as it just embarrassed him farther.

The day continued at a great pace, everyone would still chuckle every time they saw Bucky. You had chewed out Tony that morning about the work he had made you do. Your legs and back were almost nonexistent and could barely support you. You spent most of it sitting down, sorting through various paperwork and things that needed to be filed with other people. Being so busy, you missed lunch.

You had finally sorted through the stacks when you came across some papers that need more information and signatures to them. Most were merely equipment repairs and supply acquisitions. For the most part you filled in the blanks but when it came to personal items you really had no clue. You spent your afternoon chasing down all the others getting them to sign different forms.

You were having trouble finding Natasha and Bucky, it seemed whenever you asked a person they had just left or where they had gone wasn’t right. You were getting frustrated, you just wanted to get this done and move on with your day.

Slinking into the common area you found them both seated by the window, sitting rather close to each other. A sharp pain shot through you, it was happening again, the doubt. You could feel yourself starting to sweat, and close down all your emotion preventing as much pain as possible. Clearing your throat, they both swing about, when they saw it was you they both separated, Bucky stood up and Natasha brought up her hands waving them in an attempt to clear any misunderstanding.

“(Y/N) please it’s not what it looks like.”  

Bucky POV

After the heyday that was this morning Bucky was exhausted. He was currently seated on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. Releasing a heavy sigh, a knock disturbs his racing thoughts.

“Hey Buck. You ready for our workout session?” Steve was peeking around the corner of his door. When he saw the state Bucky was in he came all the way in shutting the door behind him. He had a feeling this would come but mostly he thought it would be after a few punching bags met their untimely demise. “What’s on your mind? I hope you don’t take this morning too seriously, I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Oh I know that, but still I’ve never been that embarrassed before. I can’t believe she said all those things about me.” he finally raised his head, his thoughts were still a whirlwind of emotion and trying to figure out what the heck had happened this morning. “I mean did you see how she ran out of the room after you caught us on the couch? I thought for sure I had screwed it up then. But she came out and acted with such fire. I mean I’m kinda turned on by it all.”

“Yeah, I mean except the being turned on. I thought I wouldn’t see it for a very long time.” Steve threw an arm around him. “Think of it this way, she is able to stand up for herself.”

“But she ran and then had Sam come to her. She relies on him now they are hardly ever apart from each other. I mean movie nights, dinner, she is hardly ever away from him. How am I supposed to compete with that? They are best friends maybe even more than that. We used to be that I used to be the person she ran after. Came to with each problem and delima.  I mean I know I screwed that up I understand that. I just wish we could go back to how it used to be. There has to be something I can do to make up with her.”

He didn’t know how to help him. He hadn’t really ever been in a situation like this. He was drawing a complete blank on this. “I don’t really know how to help you. But maybe it’s more proving to her that your over Natasha, that it won’t happen again.”

“You know what Punk? That has to be one of the smartest things you have ever said to me. Now i just need to prove it to her. Yeah, but how?”

“That I really have no idea about, you’re on your own for that one.” Steve claps him on the back before rising. “Now come on we have training to do.” He didn’t even look back. Just walked out and moved toward to the gym.

He was thoroughly kept busy in the gym. The methodical pushing and pulling of weightlifting and the steady thumping of running allowed him time to think about what he needed to do. The first being talking to Natasha and making sure they were on the same page about everything.

By the time he had finished and showered, lunch was ready to go. He wander into the kitchen and found Nat sitting at the island. Serving up his lunch he quickly took a seat next to her. Surprisingly he realized that they hadn’t been close or even alone together in the same room since the incident.  They had eventually moved to one of the couches.

“Hey I…. I think this talk has been long overdue.” He was looking out the window not daring to look at her. “I need you to know that we can never be together. I can’t do that to her again. Going through all that seeing her pain I can never do that. Never again.” He was more firm as his speech went on anyone could be sure that he knew what he wanted.

“Yeah I have to agree. Though I’m glad we are getting this time to talk about everything. I mean we were probably so scared of messing up again that we were merely avoiding anything that could seem suspicious to her.”

“Yeah.” They sat in silence neither wanting to be the first to explain their actions to the other. Unfortunately (Y/N) chose that moment to come into the room. He could see the look on her face, the fear, the past playing out in her eyes. In a flurry of action, Bucky raised his hand to prevent any understanding.

“(Y/N), this is a misunderstanding. We were just talking I swear. I…. We needed to discuss some things that's all.” He approached her with hesitance in every step.

She paused and he froze taking in each others reactions. He could see her face relax, notice her searching his face for answers making sure that everything he was saying was true. Finally after a few painful moments and the mere thought that she wouldn’t believe him, she straightened and a smile emerged on her face.

“Oh, ok. I’m sorry for just assuming things. I just got a little scared is all.” There was only a slight tremble in her voice.

“Yeah, and (Y/N) I am going to make up for everything I’ve done to you. I’ll earn your trust back I promise.” She was nodding her head, even though he could still see her trying to accept his answers. Well what could he do, moving one step at a time. It may be a long process but for her it was worth every moment as long as he could get her back.

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WHEN A STORY THAT PEOPLE USE TO LIKE NO LONGER GETS ANY ATTENTION:

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Start of Something New - PT 2

Bucky X Reader

A/N: Ok I am a miserable writer that takes too long to post things. Here is part 2. To make it up I tried to make it as long as possible to apologize. Tags are still open and I’m addicted to comments it helps me write faster. HINT HINT. Hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Fluff and Shenanigans 

Life seemed to have hit a reset button. You woke up the following morning with Skipper on your back squeezing the air out of your lungs. You felt a smile emerge on your face, he always seemed to know when you were feeling down. With no heart to move him, you reach for your phone opening the usual apps, clearing notifications as you went.

Finally the need to pee out weighed the cuteness that was your cat. Rolling over, Skipper attempted to stay in position by walk with you. He gives up and jumps to the ground meowing his need to be fed. You swish your hand at him, he knew better, pee first, then food.

Going about the usual motions, you are determined to have a great day. Hopping in your vehicle, you turn the radio up jamming to the tunes and singing your heart out. By the time you reached the staff entrance to the compound, you were dancing. You greeted people walking through the kitchen back to your usual self, it was as if your smile was contagious, every person you came in contact with had a smile growing on their face.

The mood continued through setting up your station up for lunch and dinner. By the time the doors opened singing could be heard up and down the line. There was nothing that could spoil your mood, with the grill hot and toppings piled up it was time for the lunch rush.

The usuals came up, you greeted each by name and started their order. The difference between yesterday and today was that you delved into each person’s lives. Asking about their families and  how certain things were going, couple of them had been on diets and looking good. Again each person you complimented and made sure that they got the extra mile treatment. It seemed that the more people noticed that you were in a good mood the longer your line got.

This kept you busy for the next few hours, but it flew by to say the least. Suddenly you saw a new group begin to shuffle their way in. It was the new recruits fresh out of classes and training. You felt yourself cringe pausing for a moment and hoping they went to another station.

Mentally slapping yourself for thinking this way you greet them all and begin to throw extra burgers on the grill. The first with dusty blond hair, an incredibly sharp jawline, and muscles for miles, sauntered up. He leaned forward on your glass.

“Ah, the big one is back. Any chance you can whip me up a turkey burger. Whole wheat bun, arugula, LITE mayo, and no cheese. That is if making it won’t make you out of breath and you sweat all over my burger.” He sneered at you, judging every inch of you.

“Can do, Sir. Would you like your bun toasted?” You don’t give in to the jab merely choosing to ignore it. He nods before stomping off. “Hey Richard, how’s it going? You have a vacation coming up. France, yes?”

Richard is the lead trainer in tactical systems. He dealt with all the new trainees and he was the one that decided whether they stayed or never had a future in the company. He walks up to the station while you prep his burger, mushroom and swiss on brioche. “Hey (Y/N), yes I am and let me tell you. These new trainees are killing me, absolute crap can’t keep a freaking order straight in their heads. I swear the next one I see I may just tear their head off.” You can see the rude man from earlier backing up slowly and trying not to make himself known. “Everyone being good to you? Got to keep my girl happy. Makes the best burgers in the world, though don’t tell my wife that. I really want to go on this vacation.”

You give a chuckle seeing the obvious signs overprotection. “Of course, having a good day. Little rough yesterday, just wasn’t feeling the day. Having a good day today. Got time to cuddle my boy before I came to work, always makes my day that much better.”

“Of course, of course. I had kids as cute as yours my day would be made everyday.” Richard chuckled.

Pulling the turkey burger off the grill you place the burger on the bun making sure everything was in place. The trainee inched forward, toward the glass. “is this enough mayo for you?” Once again he nods his head. “Would you like a side, I have a nice pasta salad, whole wheat pasta in an olive oil base.”

He quirked his head, “Um, I don’t know.” He seems hesitant.

You grab a small plastic cup. “Here try a little,” You pass off the sample off to him. “It has tomatoes, rosemary, and olives.” He knocks it back, nodding his head  quickly.

“That’s really good. i will have a side of that.”

“Oh, awesome, this is a new recipe I was trying out. Here, you go I added a little extra let me know if you want a box for the leftovers.”

“Awesome, thank you so much.” He holds his hand out to grab the plate. “Hey I’m Devon. Sorry about earlier, it was rude.”

“No worries, I’m (Y/N). Let me know if you need anything I’m pretty much always here anyway.” Richard nods his head in agreement. “I should just move in but no pets allowed. Just don’t tell Tony, he would have me moving here in a moment.” Devon nodded and thanked you once more before heading to the eating area.

As if the devil himself had emerged, Tony strutted in. “I totally heard that, now when can you moved in?” You shake your head at him once again.

“Once again Tony, I’m not giving up my children just because you want to eat my food all the time. I won’t do it, they are family.”

“Ok, what if i break the rule just for you. They could be official cats. Our mascots of sorts, you could stay with the rest of the team. Please, I need your food in my life constantly.”

“Oh, really” You shoot an eyebrow up questioning his motives. “Here I thought you actually liked me for my charming personality and smoking hot good looks. But no merely my food alright I see you Sir. Then my answer is no, not even heck no.”

“Oh, you're breaking my heart, Sweetheart.” He clutched his heart in mock pain.

“Now, Tony what you having today? Want a patty melt, i got some fantastic rye bread that will go perfectly.” You start to assemble Richard’s sandwich while Tony makes up his mind. “Richard, anything else to ease the pain of the new recruits?”

“I need nothing but your love and maybe some of that pasta salad, looks darn good. To Go please.” You chuckle at him while placing everything in the box. You reach to the side and place a handful of housemade chips in the containers.

You wink at him, “Pasta makes up for the day and those get you through the rest, buddy.” You pass the box over.

“Thank you, dear. I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Same time, same place, same channel.” You turn to place the hamburger on the grill. You wave Richard off, before confronting Tony. “So….. where is the rest of your merry gang? Should I be expecting them  anytime soon?”

“Nope, they are out and about doing Avengery things. In fact the reason I came down here was to see if I could snatch you away for the evening. I would like a good home cooked meal from my favorite chef in the world.”

He heads to the kitchen door casually walking in like he owned the place, well he really did but seriously. You take the waiting guest orders while Tony hammers out details in the back. Nothing to exciting happens though, Tony seems to be taking his time on getting things all figured out, though knowing him he is just chatting up the assistant manager, a busty blonde with not so many brains but a friendly person nonetheless. You had cleared everyone out and Tony’s meal packaged and ready to go, you even managed to assemble a chicken sandwich for Pepper by the time he reemerged.

“You are in the clear, come up at 3ish, make sure lunch rush and dinner are all squared away before you leave. Then though you are mine.” He had a slight smirk on his face.

“What are you planning, Tony?” You eyed him as he came back to the front of your station. He was up to something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He merely chuckles at you. “Here you go all ready, and take this to Pepper.” Lord knows she never willingly stop to eat when she had to venture out here, too much to do.

The rest of your shift soon came to an end, luckily with no more snobby trainees. With everything set and ready to go, you removed your apron and headed out. Weaving through the busy halls you are met with an occasional comment about them letting you out of your cave.

It was a good feeling getting to see the afternoon sun for once. You go as far as to remove your hat and let your hair down. It feels so much better to loosen up for once while still at work. Arriving at your destination you remove your jacket and hang it over your arm.

The team had gathered in the main living area. You go to put your hand up to wave at them when Nat pulled a gun on you.

“What are you doing here? Only authorized personnel are allowed up here. So I ask who are you?” She stands between you and the team.

You raise your hands showing that you had nothing on you. “And here I thought i would cook you all a great meal, but if I’m going to be threatened the whole time  I’m here I’m going back to the kitchen.” You see the moment it hits them, the shock and surprise.

You start to turn around, pretending to head out. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), is that really you?” Steve stood up and approached you slowly. He carefully examined your face, to help him out you pulled your hair out of your face. He quickly pulled you into a hug while Nat lowered her gun, finally sure that it was you.

“Dang girl, your a genuine spy. No one here would have pegged you. Though almost got your head blown off.” Sam is laughing on the sidelines nudging Visions shoulder.

“Well now that we have established that I don’t need to be shot, who wants to help me cook dinner, and by that I mean keep me company and chop veggies as I need them.” You head to the kitchen area while the others shifted to face you working.

You had found an apron in the pantry that seemed to have big enough strings to tie behind you. You couldn’t help but to notice the other cute aprons in there, but knowing without a doubt that they would never fit and make it look like you were wearing a child’s apron as you spilled out the sides.

Once more pushing these thoughts aside you search the area for ingredients. You really didn’t have anything planned just yet but you needed to see what was here so you could do what you did best. Create.

You were focused on what you were doing that you had not noticed a certain super soldier slip onto the bar stool in front of you.

“Hey, good lookin’, what’s cookin?” He purrs leaning on the counter. Your hand jerks, almost taking some of your knuckle off. “Woah, didn’t mean to startle you, just surprised to see you up here.”

“He… Hello.” You stutter, for some reason it had totally forgotten the fact that he lived here. You didn’t prepare to see him. Your shirt was one of your most comfy, which meant it was threadbare and practically see through, it wasn’t meant to be seen especially by HIM.

At this point you could be placed in a museum as a statue with how stiff you were. You finally unfroze when Bucky waved his hand in front of your face.

“You alright, you almost cut your finger off there?” He reached for your hand.

Quickly you jerked your hand back, “Oh, I...I’m alright. Just… Just appreciating having all my fingers.” Man you could slap yourself right now. It was only Bucky, get your act together. You were mentally berating yourself over your foolish behavior.

Tapping your knife against the cutting board you continue your work, it gave you an excellent excuse not to look at him. “You somehow managed to sneak up on me, though I should be used to it considering how many times you’ve done it in the cafeteria.” You pause again., “I got it, you need a bell, that way you won’t be able to be so quiet.”

“You do realize  I’m not a cat, right?”

“Oh, but i think you would make a perfect cat. Besides it is for your own protection. I mean really one of these days I’m going to throw this knife at you.”

He chuckles, “I doubt you could do much damage to me. Do you even know how to throw a knife properly?”

“Hey it can’t be that hard, I mean I have good knife skills. Hey Nat?” You swing your head in her direction, only to find the group had been staring at you, watching this little interaction. Nat currently had what could only be described as an evil smirk plastered on her face.  “What? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, just taking in a moment, you know you really should just move in, you belong in that kitchen. Now you had a question for me?” The chuckle in her voice became even more evident as she continued talking.

“Oh yeah, think you could teach me to throw a knife. I need to teach Mittens over here about not sneaking up on me.” You hitch your thumb, pointing at the culprit next to you.  

“Mittens?” The guys are cracking up. Each alreadying taunting him with the information; Here kitty, kitty and meows coming from behind Nat. “I’m sure I can teach you, from what I’ve seen I see quite the potential in you for that kind of thing.”

“So what will it be Sir, the bell or a knife in the stomach?” You turn mocking him.

He merely smiles at you. “Take your best shot, Sweetheart.” He was mocking you right back.

“Fine, it’s on.” You finally place the trimmed and rubbed pork in the oven. “Ok with that done, let’s move onto dessert.  What would we like, granted this area is not my forte?”

“Make whatever, what do you like?” Tony answers.

Really sometimes these people were no help at all. You turn back to the cabinet. You were sure you saw some jello in here somewhere. Finally acquiring the item, you proceed to assemble one of your favorite recipes. Pretzel Jello, heck you might just make an extra pan just for yourself.

Bucky and the others continued to keep up company as you worked. The comradery between them was delightful to watch and thrilling to be apart of. With all of dinner either prepared or cooking you found yourself seated in the living room. They had started a movie but more as background noise than anything else. A few were merely chatting amongst themselves while Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and yourself were involved in a rather intense game of Zanderhead. It was a quick paced and cut throat game. The smack talk was getting up there in volume and as Bucky continued to get the hang of the game, he was becoming rather savage, especially toward Sam. You on the other hand were having the time of your life. You really couldn’t even think of a time where you had laughed so hard.

You eventually had to pull away to check on the meal. it was ready for the final touches, so you relinqued your hand and headed to the kitchen. Bucky had once again snuck up behind you ready to assist you, you set him to setting the table. When all was finished you placed all the food into huge platters, Bucky helped you to bring everything out and calling the others all together to eat. You place the last plate on the table before exiting to start cleaning the kitchen, leaving the group to their meal.

“And where do you think you are going?” Tony was blocking your path. His arms were folded, indicating that he was more than likely about to show his stubborn side and get his way. “You wouldn’t be trying to sneak off and not have dinner with us, would you?”

Gulping you vigorously shake your head, “No, of course not I was just going to hang up my apron and put one pan in the sink so it can soak and is easier to clean when we are done eating. DUH?” Backing up slowly and trying to make it seem like you weren’t just lying out your butt.

“That’s what I thought, let me help you. Make it go quicker, I’ll grab the pan. I’m starving.” He quirked an eyebrow, daring you to argue with him.

“Sure, thanks for the help.” Quickly going to the pantry. You meet back at the table only to find the only seat open being right next to Bucky. Your blushing already, you once again are seeing some smirks floating through the groups faces. While the dishes were passed the conversation stayed on the food and how good it was. It drifted of course to once again you moving in so that they would always eat this well.

It started with the harmless follow up question on Sam’s relationship status. The girls seemed to thrive, mostly Natasha, on the gossip. “She came out wearing one of my shirts and man I have to admit that it is seriously the hottest thing a girl can do. Wear a man’s shirt and they will fall at your feet.”

Tony of course agreed with that statement. “That is an understatement, especially with only a pair of panties under a button up shirt. That is the best way to start a day.”

“I will say guys shirts are just that much better. They tend to be the most comfortable things to wear.” Natasha and Wanda are nodding their heads in agreement. “What about you (Y/N)? You have to admit they are usually the most silky thing you can wear.”

Of course they just had to bring you into the conversation, and this awkward one at that. “Well considering that I don’t fit into the majority of men’s shirts I wouldn’t be able to agree or disagree. I mean I do steal my dad’s sweaters every time I go home so I will say they do have some of the most comfortable sweaters.” You try to feebly add to the conversation. It also didn’t help that most, who were you kidding all men, really never wanted to get to that stage in a relationship with you. You weren’t about to point this out to them though, you had a feeling that few here if any would be able to relate to your problem.

“Huh, I bet your dad gets upset about that.” Bucky shifts in his seat to address you, swinging his arm across the back of your chair.

“Not really, he gets them every year from my grandmother so more times than not he doesn’t even mind.”

“Wow, so who all is in your family?”

“Well I have my mom and dad, then I have two brothers and 2 sisters. Only my mom’s parents are still alive and of course my mom’s 3 sisters. We are a rather large family. Unfortunately most of them live in the Midwest, I don’t get to see them as often as I would like.”

“Holy Cow, how did your family even run.”

“Well we mostly entertained ourselves, we did have a lot of fun together. We are a big gaming family but also movies and quoting movies.”

“It seems like you have a great family, what do they all do?”

“Well my older brother was in the Navy for Nuclear Engineering, my younger brother is in the Navy reserve, though I hear he may be helping with the Seals soon. He is also married and his wife is going back to school for her Masters in Special Education. Well one of the younger sisters is into accounting and now has a solid job after she graduates in Chicago for a firm. Then there is my youngest sister who is finishing her undergrad for Forensic Science. They are a gifted bunch are they not.”

“Yeah I would say so, but you’re not doing to bad yourself.”

You really wanted to be proud of what you were doing but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to agree with him. In the family of greatness you really had nothing to offer in the family. To put him at ease though you merely nod your head.

“So who’s ready for dessert?”

You start to collect plates to clear them to have room for dessert. You take your stack to the kitchen pulling the dessert from the fridge. You start to distribute each plate around the table. The munching and moans of approval you start the dishes and move to the pots and pans you had used. A pair of hand came into view, picking up the clean dishes wiping them dry.

“So, what was that whole situation with Bucky?” Nat has her voice down luckily as she questions you. “I set it up perfectly so he could get to know you. Anyone can see that you like him, so why not use this time to draw him in?”

The sigh that emerged from you was long. “Because I also happen to know that in the end it will go nowhere. When you get to be my size the only thing that I bring to the table is being handy in the kitchen and every once in awhile a charming personality. I will take what I can get from men and remain friends for as long as I can.” You weren’t trying to be mean or anything it was merely the way things always work out.

“You know you should have more confidence in yourself.” She shoved you slightly trying to get you to see how much you had to offer someone. She decided to let you go for know. Considering that there were people that shouldn’t really over here this conversation. “ Well, now that we are done with all this , come join us back in the living room. We are going to continue what we were doing earlier.”

‘Awesome, I still need to whip those boys butts in cards. They think they had me beat but now the game is on and I am one of the most competitive people in my family.”

The rest of the night followed the path of the rest of the day. You laughed till there were tears in your eyes, you soundly beat the men in cards numerous times, all the while quoting lines from different movies. You once again left with the pleas to move in and cook again for them. All in all it was a fabulous night and for some reason you had a feeling this would become a common occurrence.

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Am I Enough PT 14

Bucky X Reader

The excitement of the up coming party continued to build as the week went on. With only one week to go you were trying to pry details out of Tony. Unfortunately it wants working, you were once again stomping out of the office, grumbling about stupid playboys that couldn’t share. This was met with laughter from said person.

“How do you think I became a billionaire, Sweetheart?”

You continue to grumble your way to the kitchen. Find the usual clan gathered you stomp to the fridge yanking the door open. “Oops, someone’s in a foul mood. What’s got you down darling?” Sam slings an arm around you, pulling you in.

“Tony won’t tell me anything about the party.” You send a pout and doe eyes at him. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. “Sam, it’s my party I should have a say in what’s happening.”

“Yes, but we both know that’s not going to happen. Tony likes control too much to let you do that. Plus on the down low it is a great excuse to spoil you.” He runs your shoulder, trying to calm the fire with reason.

“Well, can’t say no to that but he could at least tell me details, color scheme at least.”

“Why? You already have your outfit.”

“So, I would hate to clash, what if its not fancy enough or too fancy. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Darling, I think that’s the point it is your party, remember?”

“Gah!!!! You are no help what so ever.” You push him away, going back to your search for food. You really couldn’t complain, you had complete and total faith that it would be amazing and everything you ever wanted in a birthday. You really just didn’t want him to go overboard with everything. But of course you might just have to except your fate and just go with it. Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“Ah! I got it!” You whip around to face the group sitting at the island. You walk forward switching eye contact with a certain two. “I need certain super spies, to go get me information.” You wiggle your eyes suggestively at them. You were met with shaking heads. “Oh come on guys, I just need to make sure I don’t have to arrive on an elephant. Please?!”

“Oh no can do I’m already in deep water with Tony. Ruining a party would be the final straw, he would freeze me and throw the capsule into the deepest darkest abyss.” Bucky states firmly. “Nat wouldn’t fare much better either.”

“Geez, why do I ask you people?” You shift your gaze to the man on the end. “Fine! We send in the boyfriend. You’re bound to get information out of him.”

“Ha, very funny. Answer is still no though. Don’t want my “boyfriend” to break up with me.” Steve is used to it by now, this constant teasing, you can tell by the barely there exasperation. You puff your cheeks out. “Not even the pouty face will get you anything from me either.”

“Fine, I’ll just have to be surprised.”

“That is the point of this whole thing, you know?”

Giving up you plop your head onto fists. You were really just going to have to be surprised. Well, what could you do. A plate of pancakes is placed before you along with a carafe of warm syrup. You instantly perk up, swinging your head up to see who your temporary god is.

“Come on sweet cheeks, you’ll be less grumpy when your fed.” Sam smiles down at you before placing a brief kiss to your hair. He turns back to the stove, flipping more pancakes.

“I knew I loved you for some reason.” You state around a mouth full of pancake.

“What?! Only love me for my skills.” He grips his chest in mock hurt. “The least it could be my body, these toned arms? What about this face?”

“Eh? I don’t know I give it a 5.” You pretend to ponder. He is quick to snatch your plate as you dive back in. “Hey! My pancakes!”

“Nope, not until you admit that I have a gorgeous bod.”

“But, Sam.” You quiver your lips making the best puppy dog eyes you could. “My pancakes.” You even manage a tear.

He stares trying to break you. It wasn’t until the second tear slides that he gives in. “Fine! I give in just no more tears.”

“Yeah!” You clap your hands in victory.

You quickly devour the rest in fear someone would snatch it once again. The others are chuckling at you antics. The rest of the pancakes get served and eaten in record time. You place your dish in the washer before stepping next to Sam.

“Thanks for the food.” You lean in placing a swift kiss to his cheek. “Ok, you’re at least a 8.5”

“I knew it no can resist this face.” A few snorts and chuckles are heard around the group. Suddenly you hear a crack from the end of the island. You shoot your head to the side to find that Bucky has broken his glass sending coffee over the table. Steve quickly stands and Sam tosses a role to him.

“You ok, Buck?” Steve is cleaning up while trying to see if he is injured in any way.

“I’m fine punk. My hand glitched, that’s all. I’m going to see if Tony will look at it.” He keeps his head down while he exits.

With the mess cleaned up, everyone goes off on their own. You head up to your “office” already ready to get this day over with. It’s a mere 2 days till the party and you can barely contain yourself.

Upon arriving you waltz in, “Oh great, Swabi, what do you command me to do today?” You sweep a bow.

“Ha very funny, but if that’s how you want to play it sure let’s do it.” Tony grumps at your entrance. “Pitiful servant, I task there with cleaning all cars in a swimsuit.”

You giggle as you glance over at him. He is seated at one of his work stations, working on God knows what. It hits you that Bucky is no where to be seen.

“Hey, did Bucky not come in?” Maybe you had missed him, probably set up for another time.

“Nope haven’t seen him since yesterday.” He doesn’t look up from his task. “Why?”

“He said his arm was glitching this morning. He broke a cup.”

That seemed to perk Tony up. “Oh, really?” He pulls up another screen. You walk towards him to find the security feed playing from this morning. “Hmm, interesting indeed.” Noticing you lurking over his shoulder he quickly shut down the screen. Pulling up the schematics that were previously up. “I’ll talk to Barnes, he probably wanted to change before coming up here. Now, off with you. You’ve got a swimsuit to put on and a lot of cars to wash.”

“Seriously? You actually want me to wash them.” You roll your eyes, this job seemed to keep getting ridiculous.

“Well, duh, the Swabi has spoken so hop to it.” He waves his hand dismissing you.

“I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have, but you did so face the consequences.”

You exit the room, regretting this morning even more. You hesitate though remembering the video, Bucky had been holding the coffee cup in his left, flesh hand. So the only question was why would he lie?

You ended up in a swimsuit but also in a colored, aka not white, t-shirt and shorts. The last thing you needed was Tony using the security footage as blackmail. Especially with your birthday coming up. What you hadn't realized was the shear number of cars the man had. Each one sending you into a more foul mood. You just had to open your mouth. This day couldnt get worse.

Finally you swipe the last car with polish. You were covered in suds and polish smeared on your face. All you knew was that you were going to tear Tony a new one for thus stunt. Also he had way too many cars, who needed this many. No one. No one needed this many.

You huff your way through the common room headed for your room. “Wow, I’m getting a terrible sense of deja vu right now. I think we saw this face this morning.” You wearily turn your head toward the kitchen. Only to find the whole team looking at you.

“Shut up, Wilson. Do you know how many cars Tony has? No you don’t, but I do. Do you want to know how?” He shook his head. “Go on, Wilson, ask me how I know.” You glare daring him. Except you don’t let him ask. “I know because I just had to wash and polish, EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. WILSON! That’s how I know.” You turn away stomping, no one says a word. They all know you could snap at any moment. “Now if you’ll excuse me i need to change. Maybe, instead of running your mouth, you can be useful for once and make me something to eat before I get back.”

You exit, not hearing a peep before your door closes. Of coursee as sokn as the door closed they were all laughing until they were red in the face from Wilson's reaction to your outburst.

Man you were hangry, you would have to apologize later. Maybe while you were digging Tony’s grave while eatting a pizza. Yeah that sounded like a good idea.

Once in dry, clean clothes, you wander out to the main area. There is only Bucky seated now and beside him is a plate stacked high with food. You shuffle over, peering at the dish, then to the man beside it.

“For me?”

“Yes, the others ran off, fearing your wrath.” He gives you a sidewards glance. He assesses your reactions seeing if he has stepped too far. He finds you stuffing your face with as much vigor as this morning. You look like you haven’t eaten in days. Quietly chucking to himself, he shifts from the stool over to the couch in front of the TV. He flips on Netflix and quickly selects one of the shows you both had been watching together.

Once you had eaten, you hear the opening credits to the show. Hastily putting your dishes away you jump over the couch and settle in on the other side. Tucking your legs under you, you lean your head back against the couch. You both sit in silence for the most part, the occasional chuckle or gasp escaping you.

Bucky soon pulls a blanket out tossing it over both your legs. You stretch out getting even more comfortable. With the warmth of the blanket along with the murmuring of the TV you soon find you eye lids drifting shut.

You let your head fall to the side with the final thoughts of being so at peace and finding a good grave sight.

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Start of Something New PT1

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: self depreciation, slight angst and fluff

A/N: So this series is very personal to me most of what is written are thoughts I have had toward myself and or said to me. That being said it doesn't happen often, I am content with my life it just gets a little overwhelming sometime. Also side notes Cats Rule ergo reader has cats. You can pretend it's a dog if you so choose.

There must be some sort of signal that goes up when your feeling down. A big old spotlight, shouting take a shot while it can, cause heaven knows, you would take each one and let it drag you down.

It started with ahard day at work. For the life of you, you couldn't get into the usual groove at work. You will admit you were beating yourself up over, missing all 6 alarms you set for your self. That glare you got from your boss as you practically sprinted in the doors.

Maybe it was the breakfast rush that included a new batch of agents and interns. It seemed to surprise them when a bigger, curvy woman standing behind the counter, in charge of the grill. The uniform however form fitting was not the most flattering bit most days you could strut in and own your station.

It's the looks though, that got to you. The initial reaction of "oh you're serving me, really". The exaggerated comments of LITE Mayo, like you had no clue what the difference was. Yes, It was though strange to see such a big person in a compound full of actively fit people. You had to admit that pretty much everyone here could kill with a spoon or piece of floss to say the least. You were definitely not one of them though.

By mid afternoon not even your usual lunch regulars could cheer you up, try as they might. It was like every once of joy that usually rested clearly on your face was wiped out. Even a fake smile seemed hard to put up.

The usual evening crew shuffled in. You had already started a few orders fixing them up just right. The lack of conversation concerned most people, but the easy lie of "lack of sleep" slipped seamlessly from your lips. If it wasn't for the dark cloud swirling above your head, you would have noticed that the lie didn't really work on them.

You were ready for the day to finally be over, the clock of the grill shutting off before beginning your nightly routine. As you were the last in the place, you switched your music on, hoping an upbeat song would fix your day.

The tunes flowed through you as you scraped off the day's grime from the grill. You didn't hear your guests until they taped on the glass of your counter.

"Hey pretty lady, what's cookin, good lookin?"

You couldn't help the smile that emerged on your face. It was like the whole day dissolved into a fading nightmare. You spin around to find your gang all hanging off your counter.

"I don't know if you can handle what I'm cookin darlin."

You saunter over to the man, from the looks of them they just got back from a mission. Still in their suits, except for the charming man in the middle who you knew could will it away with a simple thought.

"Psshh, I can handle every inch you had to throw at me."

If it was possible your smile got even wider. Swinging your head you sweep your gaze over the others. "So, what can I get my fine band of miscreants."

"Woah, I'll have you know, we are Earth's mightiest hero's!!"

"Really, Arrows?? Did you find that on a sticker and go with it?"

"Ha, no. It happened to be a ribbon. A blue ribbon." He scoffed slightly at you nothing but teasing.

You shoot your hands up in mock surrender. "Well, excuse me that's mighty official then. Can't fight with the blue ribbon now can we?"

The others joined in the group chuckle. "Alright go get changed. I'll fix something up and call you when it's ready."

They all shuffled away to various floors, each putting as much hustle into returning quickly. There was only one still standing in front of you. You merely quicker an eyebrow at him.

"You know, you don't have to do this. We keep you late for no real reason. I mean there are store hours for a reason."

"Spangles, would you drop the puppy eyes and the smouldering, if I told you this is and will always be the best part of my day?"

You could see the slight furrow in his brow, taking a moment to pick your sentence apart. He opened his mouth to reply but was met with your hand.

"No, don't go analysing my words, I'm not going to talk about it and I am fine. Go get changed so I can work."

You shoo him out not letting him say a word more. You turn back to the grill and begin your concoction. Lucky for you you don't have to deal with any allergies or picky eaters. The gang had quickly realized though they may not like a certain food, you managed to put some sort of spell on it making it taste the most delicious.

Caught once again in the recesses of your mind, the gang came in situating themselves at their usual table. They watch as you thoughtlessly flip food but then stare into the distance like it held some answer to you. They even catch your hand coming up to your face, to most it would appear that you are wiping sweat but in this case it was a single stubborn tear that had escaped.

You cranked your music again this time switching to slower and slightly sad songs. Sometimes the cure was to fight sad with sad. Others' problems made yours seem so insignificant making your day better. What ever funk you were in though wasn't being shaken this time. If anything your cloud was getting bigger, not even the sizzle of the grill and aromas drifting from the oven dulled in the fog. You were forced to fall back on a past recipe.

They all jerked forward only to be waved off, a lone solider stood and approached. He went behind the counter slowly moving so as not to startle you.

You had been berating yourself for awhile, thinking over every meal you shouldn't have eaten, every chance you had to say no to one more serving but insisted you have more. It was no wonder everyone gave you looks and doubted your judgement. You couldn't even get your own life in line.

You feel the tear spill over, you wipe furiously at the stubborn thing. In a vain attempt to calm yourself down, a hand is placed on your waist. You jerk half in surprise, the other on instinct knowing that there were rolls and flab to be felt under the thin t-shirt you wore.

"Geez Bucky, give a girl a little warning. Not all of us are super spies here."

He snorted, "You can say that again." You flinched, bad move, no way you could ever be mistaken for a spy. "Everything alright, doll? You seem distracted."

He was attempting to catch your flitting gaze. You couldn't look at him knowing he would see the storm raging behind your eyes. Having none of this, he gently locks his hand under your jaw drawing it upwards so your eye meet his.

You attempt to jerk your head away, "Its nothing Buck, I'm just tired, late for work and you know how much I hate being late."

"Hey, we both know that may be part of it but not all of it. Now I'm going to let it slide for now. Mostly cause I'm hungry and I don't want dinner to burn. That evening said we will have a discussion about this later. Understood?"

You nod, but know you were never going to let that happen. He let go, grabbing a plate from the counter. You loaded everything up and brought it to the table.

"Alright! Dig in everyone."

They practically launched themselves towards the food. You couldn't help but chuckle at them. Turning you head back to start cleaning up again.

It was close to midnight when you finished with the last bag of garbage. The grill shone like it was fresh from the factory. You wipe your forehead, leaning back to see the finished project.

Satisfied with your work you turn back to you bunch. Finding them all leaning back in their chairs, each sporting a content smile on their faces. You make your way over, snorting when you see all the plate have been practically licked clean.

"Well, I would ask if you liked it, but clearly you guys did."

Thor raised his hand in a feeble manner before letting it drop. "You can not be a mere human. No one such as you most have fallen from Asgard. You, my friend, are a goddess of food."

You can't help the blush that creeps up your face. "Hey, I get by. Now as much as I enjoy having you here, I need to go home and get some sleep. Back here way sooner than I would like."

"Or you could stay here?!" Tony getting rather eager at the idea.

"I wish I could but I have parent responsibilities." You knew they would misunderstand. Except Bucky, you had already shown your plethora of photos of your two cats. "My boys need me home."

"Wait, you have kids, since when?" Tony looked shocked at not knowing something about someone.

"Yep, 2 boys, 7 and 3."

"Why haven't we met and how come I never knew?" He was seriously freaking out now. It was like he was mentally incapable of not knowing something about someone.

You were doing well hiding the laughter, though a few, Natasha and Wanda, were catching on to it. Steve though looked very confused.

"Wait!" Steve jumped up pointing at you. You have worked here for close to 4 years. If your youngest is 3 we would have known. You couldn't have hid that. You would have gone on maternity leave." His eyes were bugging out of his head.

You lost it, laughter taking you completely. Hunched over grabbing your stomach. "You should have seen your faces. Priceless." You were wheezing, your sides now in stitches.

"What she means to say is that she has 2 cats at home that are more than likely demanding to be fed." Bucky steps into assist you as words continue to fail you. "Still I can't believe you all fell for that."

You finally straighten and pull you phone out pulling up a pic of the two.

"These are my boys. Private Pepper in Orange and Skipper is the fluffy one."

"Doll, I think you mean fat." Bucky butts in.

"No fluff, he is nothing but Fluff." You demand shooting him a glare.

"Hey," he raises his hands in surrender. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Really pets? You can't stay cause of pets." Tony scoffs slightly.

"Hey don't hate until you try it." You snap back.

"Fine, I conceded to you for now."

The group rises and begins to exit the place. Bucky looks over at you, knowing he should be talking to you about earlier. He locks eyes clearly telling you that this wasn't over yet. You merely stick your tongue out at him. Finally they are out and you follow behind, closing the doors behind you. You hitch your bag over your shoulder. Heading to your car Bucky follows in a casual manner.

"So you going to tell me what happened today?"

"I did I was late. Not enough sleep."

"Yeah I get that now the whole story."

"Why can't you just drop it? Bad days happen this is mine I'll get over it." You turn towards him practically begging him to let it go. You cant help but notice his every movement. The way the muscles under his shirt shift as he crosses his arms in defiance. The way his eyes harden to a steely blue with determination.

"Because I care for you, your my friend. These so called bad days have been too many, too often."

You huff, he wasn't going to let you leave until you spoke to him. "Fine." You hang your head in defeat. "I'm.." You weren't sure how to phrase it without revealing too much. "I'm just not satisfied with my life right now. I should be doing more. Being more than I am right now. It's frustrating. I've been caught up in what to do next with my life."

You couldn't help but applaud yourself for that explanation. It was perfect and from the looks of it Bucky bought the whole thing. Really how were you supposed to tell one of the most gorgeous men that you had no future, that every thing you touched became disgusting. That you were waiting for the day everyone realized that there was a better friend and cook out there, throwing you to the side. It happened before it would happen again. You were merely hanging on to the remaining shreds and hoping they would carry you when it all came crumbling down.

"Was that so hard?" Bucky drew you back in.

"Yes, yes it was I think I lost a few years because of this experience." You step around him opening your door. He leaned around holding it open for you, ever the 40s man. When you get in, you turn the car on rolling down the windows. He shuts the door, leaning against the roof so he could see you properly.

"Ah, you survived and maybe learned you can tell people things. Now get home safe and text me that you made it in." He stood up taking a step back.

"Ha, one I never remember to text people. Two I don't have your number."

"Ha back, one just do it, two yes you do I put it on while you weren't looking. I put it under 40s Dream Boat."

"Oh, I like that. Fine if I remember I'll text you." You put the car in reverse but paused as he leaned back towards you. For a moment you let your self believe he was leaning in for a kiss. Except he stopped and patted the roof.

Blinking you pull out, and drive away. When would you get it through your thick skull that men like him, would never want a woman like you.

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (20/20)

Pairing: Tony x Reader Word Count: 1366 Warnings: Domestic Abuse, fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.

6 months later, Asgard

Y/N stood on a balcony overlooking a training courtyard that was filled with Sif’s warriors. Odin and Loki kept watch next to her as one of Sif’s latest trainees was sparing against a man covered in the day’s bruises. He was slightly skinnier and his face no longer held his signature sneer, but Wayne was still very recognizable.

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Am I Enough PT 13

A/N: Ok I feel I have tortured you guys a lot recently. So here is some fluff and a potential of what could be! As always comments appreciated.

Warnings: none just some fluff

Pain waited for you when you woke up the next morning. Apparently sleeping on an injured hand wasn’t the best idea in the world. You flip over in the bed pulling the hand to you, willing the pain away. But the consistent throbbing had yet to ebb. As you rock yourself back and forth, a knock sounds throughout the room.

“Come in.” You manage to squeeze out.

Bucky's head pops around the side. He takes in your state in an instant. He rushes to the side of your bed hands hover above you for a moment uncertain of what was permissible. Finally, he reaches for your hand drawing it up so he can inspect it.

“I had a feeling I would find you like this. And people say I’m hard-headed.” You chuckle slightly but it quickly turns into a groan.

“Jerk, I slept in it apparently. Now it hurts like no tomorrow.” You go back to rocking while Bucky remains to hold your hand. He perches himself on the edge, snickering at your antics.

“I figured that may be the case, so I brought you this.” He pulls a tube containing some clear liquid. You quirk an eyebrow at him. “It’s a painkiller, the liquid makes it quicker to absorb. Takes the pain away quicker.”

“You are an absolute Godsend right now. I knew I kept you around for a reason.” He throws his head back in laughter. You can’t help the little litter patter of your heart from hearing the sound. It had been a long time and you found you missed the sound.

You smile at him, “Alright time for breakfast. What are we having?”

You stand up and quickly head to the bathroom to get ready. You glance over your shoulder, waiting for Bucky to answer your question. You find him gazing back at you with nothing but appreciation in his eyes. You spin around hiding your blush, closing the door concealing all emotion from him.

You quickly attempted to yourself together not really trying to be one-handed made it extremely hard. You stuck to your PJs but added a bra that remained in your bathroom. To say that was hard was an understatement. You were soon grunting from trying to pull it down. The confounded thing had rolled in the back and refused to come down, as much as you stretched your arm and tried to be bendier than you were.

Hearing a knock, you jerk around towards the door. “Hey doll, everything alright in there?”

“Um, not really I’m kinda stuck.”

“Want me to help?” There is a slight stutter to his words, unsure if that is the right course of action. “Or you like me to go get Wanda?”

“No!” You rush out. “The fewer people know the more my dignity remains intact. Just don’t laugh.” You open the door admitting him to the bathroom. You turn your back to him. “See it’s all twisted and I can’t reach it.” You wave your hand across your back, demonstrating your lack of flexibility.

“Gotcha, let me help.” He reaches running his fingers beneath the band. You shudder, your skin raising goosebumps everywhere he touches. He still did things to you, your heart rate picking up. He rights the situation and slowly turns you around to meet his eyes. You stare into the stormy depths trying to figure out all the emotions flitting across the surface.

He clears his throat breaking the moment. “To think the great (Y/N) done in by a bra. That’s one for the books.” You scoff and proceed to slap him on the arm. Unfortunately for you, you used your bad hand.

“Bad idea, very bad idea.” Once more you are clutching your hand.

“Ha, serves you right for assaulting someone for telling the truth.” He exits the bathroom, also exiting the situation for further processing later.

Finally dressed, you head to the kitchen. Already you can smell the waffles and bacon in the air.

“Oh, my favorite!!” Speeding ahead, leaving Bucky in the dust.

“Whoa! SLOW down before you hurt yourself again.” Tony is surprisingly up and leaning against the counter, nursing a cup of coffee.

“But Tony, it’s waffles you know I can’t resist waffles or bacon for that matter.” You rush around the island searching for the source. Grabbing a plate you load up ready to eat. That is of course until you end up with too much on one hand. Forced to decide what to leave for the second trip. A hand reaches into your view grabbing the plate.

“Let me help, Gimpy.” Sam is smiling while going to the table with your plate.

“Ah thanks, you’re the best ever.” You place your cup down, before placing a kiss on his cheek. “What would I do without you?”

“Perish, that’s what.” You laugh nodding in agreement.

You don’t see the pain flash across Bucky's face as you tuck into breakfast. Everyone files in grabbing food and settling around the table. The conversations turn lively, your pleasantly surprised when Bruce sits next to you. He asks about your hand, you go through your morning of struggles being one-handed.

“Don’t know what you have until it’s gone right.” He chuckles, nodding in complete understanding. Your day continues like this a blissful peace within the group. That was until Tony announced your party, with everything going on you had completely forgotten about it. You needed something to wear, as you were on the couch you shot straight up. Whipping your head toward Wanda and Nat on the love seat. “Crap, I was supposed to do that.”

Then you remembered Bucky’s invitation. You raise your voice, “Bucky!” Turns out he was only in the kitchen, so when he answered right above you, you almost jumped out of your skin.

“What?!”

“When did you get there?”

“I was in the kitchen getting coffee, now what do you want?”

“Shopping, we need to go shopping. My party is this weekend and I have nothing I want to wear. The girls also need something. Also, you did say you want to go.”

He nods in agreement, not believing you would actually go with him, but he would take what he could get.

“Perfect!” You jump from the couch, merely making eye contact with the girl a communicating everything within a moment. You went your separate ways, leaving a very confused Bucky behind.

“Waits are we going or what?” He’s calling after you, spreading his arms to show how confused he was.

“Duh, we're getting changed meet here back in 15. Get a move on.” You don’t even look at him just wave him off to get ready. Bucky POV 

In the car, the tunes were pumping out the stereo and all the girls were singing at the top of their lungs to the songs. He was groaning but still, a smile found its way on to his face at the three acting like nothing had ever happened between them.

Trying to tune the noise out he thinks back to the last couple days and everything that had happened. Game night had been great in his mind. Though the not so subtle way they interfered. Even while sitting next to her he could sense her annoyance though he was confused on whether it was something he had said or done or something different altogether. So when she had practically stomped away from The table he looked to the others for guidance.

He would say that the moment she snapped he was shocked, surprised really. More importantly, he was overjoyed. He could see her coming back. She had always been one to speak her mind, never letting anyone, especially him dictate her actions. So the fact that she put everyone back in their place sent a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Even though you couldn’t see it the proud grin set on his told everyone how glad he was to have the old (Y/N) back.

Of course, it was short lived when he saw her hand and the damage his metal arm had done. He had fluttered outside the exam room waiting to see if she was alright. Once he had confirmed he bolted out sure that he was the last person she wanted to see. 

She once again squashed those thoughts the next morning with her assurances. Then that moment in the bathroom. It was a weird mix of feelings, the hope of being able to be of help to her and the fire that ignited by touching her again. She was perfect in every way, just those short brushes of his fingertips against her skin made him crave more.

A jab to ribs jolted him back into the present. “Hey, what was that for?”

Wanda laughs at him. “You’re about to miss the turn.”

He quickly puts on his blinker swerving over to catch the light. He made quick work of finding parking. They all piled out and where hooking arms, purpose driving their springy steps. Bucky had to chase after them, huffing at them when he finally caught up. They stuck their tongues out and went back on their way. It was almost predatory the way they moved through the shops. Eyes zeroing in on clothing, assessing its worth and visualizing what it would look like.

To Bucky, it was the most frightening thing he had ever witnessed. Instantly reminded of why he never went shopping with them. It was that and every store had to be examined thoroughly. He was pretty sure halfway through that this was how he was actually going to die. Not in a blaze of gunfire while saving someone. No, it was going to be here, of boredom while in a mall. It wasn’t until she walked out in a (Y/F/C) dress. It was perfect hugging in all the right places and flattering the ones she always complained about. To him though it was like the world stopped for a moment. His eyes remained glued to her every movement. He couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. She twirled in front of him, quirking her eyebrow, a silent way to ask how she looked. He was sure there was a dumbfounded look on his face, he nodded words not seeming to want to form in his head anymore. A goofy grin broke her face as she proceeded back into the dressing room, his eyes following her the whole way. He hears the sound of a shutter to finally break his trance. His head swung to the side seeing Wanda with her phone leaning toward Nat showing her the moment she just captured. They were giggling to each other. “That best not go out to anyone.” He growled at them.

“Oops, too late whole team has it. I’m sure Sam is saving it for blackmail as we speak.” She shakes her head extremely pleased with what she had done. His phone started to go off. Rolling his head while a groan escaped him. He did not want to deal with this. He would be mocked for the next century at least. There was evidence.

(Y/N) came out, dress slung over her arm. He stood, stretching from remaining still for so long. “So, shoes and jewelry now, I presume?”

“Of course, I don’t believe I have anything that will fit this dress perfectly.” He could hear the sarcasm, come out but the smile made it hard to call out so he merely joined.

“Oh, of course, can’t have anything just slightly off. It is your night everything must be perfect.” He nods his agreement.

“I’m glad you understand, help is so hard to find with these things.” She lets out an exaggerated groan.

After finding everything for the upcoming party the group heads toward the registers. Bucky could plainly see how excited (Y/N) was for the evening. He hadn’t seen the complete outfit, but from just the dress he knew she would be turning heads all night. He followed her through the queue before placing all her items on the counter.

“Here doll, let me.” Offering to buy her items. “Oh no, I got this, believe it or not, Tony pats me way too much for what I’m doing I have more than enough money to spare.” She shot him a vicious glare claiming her independence.

“Please doll.” He pulled the best puppy eyes he could, but they weren’t working. She shook her head quickly stopping any more thoughts of arguing. “Fine. Hey, I think Wanda is trying to get your attention.”

He points behind her where Wanda is browsing the bins of small knick-knacks while waiting. She turns to step over to her quickly. While she’s distracted he quickly hand the cashier some money paying for the lot. Handing him the receipt and the bags.

“Hey, Wanda didn’t need me.” She knocks his arm playfully. He shifts from the registers and walks away.

“Oh, I was sure I saw her waving at you.” He plays dumb. She quickly catches on.

“No, no you did not just do that to pay for my things.” She is growling at him. “Hand it over.” She holds her hand out.

“The bag,? It’s heavy let me carry it.” Still trying to play dumb.

“Not that the receipt, I need to return it and then pay for it myself. Don’t be spending your money on me Bucky.”

“Nope not going to happen, I ate it.” He has a smug grin on his face. He continues on his way out the door ignoring any further protests. She storms out after him mumbling about a stubborn, bone-headed super soldier. He chuckles before finding a bench to sit on. He tucks the bag close to his side, (Y/N) joining him with a huff.

Finally, the girls are all done and are loaded into the car bags filling the back of the car. It had been an adventure, to say the least. He was glad it was over but he was happy to see (Y/N) getting back to her normal self. He knew this was a step in the right direction. (Y/N) POV Upon arrival at the tower the bags quickly come out and everyone is headed back to their rooms. You lingered back with Bucky, he still insisted he carries your bag all the way to your room. It was silent the whole way there neither of you quite knowing what to say.

With your door in view, Bucky quickly opens it, letting you shuffle in beside him. You sit on the bed while Bucky places your bags beside you before he heads to your restroom. He emerges with a glass of water along with some pain pills. How he knew that your hand was throbbing was beyond you. You had barely acknowledged your self. You quickly swallowed the pills while lounging back into your pillows. He takes the cup back to refill it before setting it on your nightstand.

“Anything else?” Bucky asks shifting his eyes looking for an obvious need.

“No, I’m just going to take a quick nap.” You follow your statement up with a yawn. “Shopping took a lot out of me.”

“Alright, shall I wake you for dinner?”

You can only nod, sleep draw you in. “Oh, Bucky?” You wave him over. He leans down when in reach you lean up to quickly kiss his cheek. You can already feel the blush forming on his cheeks as you fall back in the pillows. “Thank you.”

“No need, Doll. Anytime.”

“I needed to tell you. I knew you could do this yourself. I just need more time.”

“Take all the time you need, Sweetheart. I’ll be here when and if you're ready. Now get some sleep."

You relax back once more letting sleep overtake you. You only just manage to see Bucky flip the lights out before gently closing your door. Your final thoughts as you began to drift off rang out.

Things were finally starting to look up, but would they continue in this way?

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