Mission Gone Wrong PT1

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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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 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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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 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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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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