Start Of Something New PT 5

Start of Something New PT 5

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Regular Antics fluff, slight self-depreciation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Question (Y/N)?” Nat inquires.

“Answer, Natasha.” You reply

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bucky X Reader; Steve; Avengers

Warnings: Fluffy Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey handsome, did you need something?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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