Am I Enough PT 19

Am I Enough PT 19

AIE 19

Bucky X Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect now lets away.”

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

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

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

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

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

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High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

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

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

“Y/N I am your boss.”

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

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

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

“At the chapel I see.”

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

“I see.”

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

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

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

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

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

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

“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”

“You broke your arm. Remember?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

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

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

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I will.”

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

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

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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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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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 16

Bucky X Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A few hours, no worries."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes I am and I will.”

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

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

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

“Wanda, stop her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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