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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 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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What it’s like to be a fanfiction Author

WHEN YOUR STORY GETS A LITTLE BIT OF ATTENTION:

WHEN YOU GET A LOT OF NOTES:

WHEN SOMEONE SENDS YOU SWEET ASKS:

WHEN YOU GET NO NOTES:

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

WHEN YOU CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL JEALOUS OF SUPER POPULAR WRITERS:

WHEN YOU DO ALL YOUR WRITING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT:

PS.

I really hate tumblr.  

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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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