Why? Just Why?

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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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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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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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 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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