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START OF SOMETHING NEW - Prologue

A/N: I’m starting another series not sure how it will be received. A little angst buys mostly a reader learning to love herself and that the universe isn’t out to get her.

Bucky X Plus size!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, like seriously slow, self-depreciation

You had always wanted to get married. Wanted a family, people to take care of and get care from. There must be something wrong with you though because no one ever looked your way. It never happened to you, no double glances because you looked gorgeous. No one ever flirted with you, maybe you were broken in some fashion.

For a while, you had convinced yourself that it was ok not to have anyone. Every once in a while you had to face it. No one wanted you. It came in the form of an off-handed comment from a friend or when hanging out and people paired up leaving you to shuffle from pair to pair trying not to intrude on them too much.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where you fell short. You certainly weren’t fit, round, pudgy, potato impersonator. You weren’t ugly no but you weren’t beautiful. A talent of yours was making people laugh, generally enjoying your presence. But at the end of the day, you had to believe that no one should be forced to deal with you. It was better this way.

It didn’t really help that you were somehow friends with the hottest group of heroes the world had ever seen. You weren’t even sure how it happened in the first place. You work in the Compound but you weren’t an agent. You were a cook in the cafeteria for the rest of the agents. Not the most noticeable, but Tony had found you cooking and cleaning late in the evening. Demanding food, you fed him and like a pigeon he kept coming back looking for more.

It seemed he spread the word because every once in a while another new face would appear seeking the same. You turned into a listening ear as well. A silent partner that would allow them to get everything off a chest and return to their lives.

In essence, you were a support character, not only in everyone’s life but yours as well. You knew though that if that was all you were meant to be then you would be the best support you can. Just because you didn’t get a happy ending doesn’t mean you could help your friends reach theirs, whatever role you had to be.

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Masterlist

My attempt at a Masterlist not pretty but until I figure that part out here is what I got. ENJOY!!

SHORT STORIES

Worst Day Ever

Belated Birthday

My Girl

Why Just Why

What’s Mine is Yours

SERIES

I'll Be Here Series (COMPLETE)

Steve X Reader

PT 1 - PT 2 - PT 3 - Epilogue

Am I Enough Series (COMPLETE)

Bucky X Reader

PT 1  -  PT 2 - PT 3 - PT 4 - PT 5  - PT 6 - PT 7 - PT 8

PT 9  - PT 10 - PT 11 - PT 12 - PT 13 - PT 14 - PT 15 - PT 16

PT17 - PT 18 - PT 19 - PT 20 - Epilogue

Start of Something New (ongoing hiatus)

Bucky X Reader

Prologue - PT 1 - PT 2 -  PT 3 - PT4 -  PT 5 - PT 6 - PT 7 

Mission Gone Wrong (COMPLETE)

PT 1 - PT 2 - PT 3  PT 4 PT 5

Start of Something New PT1

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: self depreciation, slight angst and fluff

A/N: So this series is very personal to me most of what is written are thoughts I have had toward myself and or said to me. That being said it doesn't happen often, I am content with my life it just gets a little overwhelming sometime. Also side notes Cats Rule ergo reader has cats. You can pretend it's a dog if you so choose.

There must be some sort of signal that goes up when your feeling down. A big old spotlight, shouting take a shot while it can, cause heaven knows, you would take each one and let it drag you down.

It started with ahard day at work. For the life of you, you couldn't get into the usual groove at work. You will admit you were beating yourself up over, missing all 6 alarms you set for your self. That glare you got from your boss as you practically sprinted in the doors.

Maybe it was the breakfast rush that included a new batch of agents and interns. It seemed to surprise them when a bigger, curvy woman standing behind the counter, in charge of the grill. The uniform however form fitting was not the most flattering bit most days you could strut in and own your station.

It's the looks though, that got to you. The initial reaction of "oh you're serving me, really". The exaggerated comments of LITE Mayo, like you had no clue what the difference was. Yes, It was though strange to see such a big person in a compound full of actively fit people. You had to admit that pretty much everyone here could kill with a spoon or piece of floss to say the least. You were definitely not one of them though.

By mid afternoon not even your usual lunch regulars could cheer you up, try as they might. It was like every once of joy that usually rested clearly on your face was wiped out. Even a fake smile seemed hard to put up.

The usual evening crew shuffled in. You had already started a few orders fixing them up just right. The lack of conversation concerned most people, but the easy lie of "lack of sleep" slipped seamlessly from your lips. If it wasn't for the dark cloud swirling above your head, you would have noticed that the lie didn't really work on them.

You were ready for the day to finally be over, the clock of the grill shutting off before beginning your nightly routine. As you were the last in the place, you switched your music on, hoping an upbeat song would fix your day.

The tunes flowed through you as you scraped off the day's grime from the grill. You didn't hear your guests until they taped on the glass of your counter.

"Hey pretty lady, what's cookin, good lookin?"

You couldn't help the smile that emerged on your face. It was like the whole day dissolved into a fading nightmare. You spin around to find your gang all hanging off your counter.

"I don't know if you can handle what I'm cookin darlin."

You saunter over to the man, from the looks of them they just got back from a mission. Still in their suits, except for the charming man in the middle who you knew could will it away with a simple thought.

"Psshh, I can handle every inch you had to throw at me."

If it was possible your smile got even wider. Swinging your head you sweep your gaze over the others. "So, what can I get my fine band of miscreants."

"Woah, I'll have you know, we are Earth's mightiest hero's!!"

"Really, Arrows?? Did you find that on a sticker and go with it?"

"Ha, no. It happened to be a ribbon. A blue ribbon." He scoffed slightly at you nothing but teasing.

You shoot your hands up in mock surrender. "Well, excuse me that's mighty official then. Can't fight with the blue ribbon now can we?"

The others joined in the group chuckle. "Alright go get changed. I'll fix something up and call you when it's ready."

They all shuffled away to various floors, each putting as much hustle into returning quickly. There was only one still standing in front of you. You merely quicker an eyebrow at him.

"You know, you don't have to do this. We keep you late for no real reason. I mean there are store hours for a reason."

"Spangles, would you drop the puppy eyes and the smouldering, if I told you this is and will always be the best part of my day?"

You could see the slight furrow in his brow, taking a moment to pick your sentence apart. He opened his mouth to reply but was met with your hand.

"No, don't go analysing my words, I'm not going to talk about it and I am fine. Go get changed so I can work."

You shoo him out not letting him say a word more. You turn back to the grill and begin your concoction. Lucky for you you don't have to deal with any allergies or picky eaters. The gang had quickly realized though they may not like a certain food, you managed to put some sort of spell on it making it taste the most delicious.

Caught once again in the recesses of your mind, the gang came in situating themselves at their usual table. They watch as you thoughtlessly flip food but then stare into the distance like it held some answer to you. They even catch your hand coming up to your face, to most it would appear that you are wiping sweat but in this case it was a single stubborn tear that had escaped.

You cranked your music again this time switching to slower and slightly sad songs. Sometimes the cure was to fight sad with sad. Others' problems made yours seem so insignificant making your day better. What ever funk you were in though wasn't being shaken this time. If anything your cloud was getting bigger, not even the sizzle of the grill and aromas drifting from the oven dulled in the fog. You were forced to fall back on a past recipe.

They all jerked forward only to be waved off, a lone solider stood and approached. He went behind the counter slowly moving so as not to startle you.

You had been berating yourself for awhile, thinking over every meal you shouldn't have eaten, every chance you had to say no to one more serving but insisted you have more. It was no wonder everyone gave you looks and doubted your judgement. You couldn't even get your own life in line.

You feel the tear spill over, you wipe furiously at the stubborn thing. In a vain attempt to calm yourself down, a hand is placed on your waist. You jerk half in surprise, the other on instinct knowing that there were rolls and flab to be felt under the thin t-shirt you wore.

"Geez Bucky, give a girl a little warning. Not all of us are super spies here."

He snorted, "You can say that again." You flinched, bad move, no way you could ever be mistaken for a spy. "Everything alright, doll? You seem distracted."

He was attempting to catch your flitting gaze. You couldn't look at him knowing he would see the storm raging behind your eyes. Having none of this, he gently locks his hand under your jaw drawing it upwards so your eye meet his.

You attempt to jerk your head away, "Its nothing Buck, I'm just tired, late for work and you know how much I hate being late."

"Hey, we both know that may be part of it but not all of it. Now I'm going to let it slide for now. Mostly cause I'm hungry and I don't want dinner to burn. That evening said we will have a discussion about this later. Understood?"

You nod, but know you were never going to let that happen. He let go, grabbing a plate from the counter. You loaded everything up and brought it to the table.

"Alright! Dig in everyone."

They practically launched themselves towards the food. You couldn't help but chuckle at them. Turning you head back to start cleaning up again.

It was close to midnight when you finished with the last bag of garbage. The grill shone like it was fresh from the factory. You wipe your forehead, leaning back to see the finished project.

Satisfied with your work you turn back to you bunch. Finding them all leaning back in their chairs, each sporting a content smile on their faces. You make your way over, snorting when you see all the plate have been practically licked clean.

"Well, I would ask if you liked it, but clearly you guys did."

Thor raised his hand in a feeble manner before letting it drop. "You can not be a mere human. No one such as you most have fallen from Asgard. You, my friend, are a goddess of food."

You can't help the blush that creeps up your face. "Hey, I get by. Now as much as I enjoy having you here, I need to go home and get some sleep. Back here way sooner than I would like."

"Or you could stay here?!" Tony getting rather eager at the idea.

"I wish I could but I have parent responsibilities." You knew they would misunderstand. Except Bucky, you had already shown your plethora of photos of your two cats. "My boys need me home."

"Wait, you have kids, since when?" Tony looked shocked at not knowing something about someone.

"Yep, 2 boys, 7 and 3."

"Why haven't we met and how come I never knew?" He was seriously freaking out now. It was like he was mentally incapable of not knowing something about someone.

You were doing well hiding the laughter, though a few, Natasha and Wanda, were catching on to it. Steve though looked very confused.

"Wait!" Steve jumped up pointing at you. You have worked here for close to 4 years. If your youngest is 3 we would have known. You couldn't have hid that. You would have gone on maternity leave." His eyes were bugging out of his head.

You lost it, laughter taking you completely. Hunched over grabbing your stomach. "You should have seen your faces. Priceless." You were wheezing, your sides now in stitches.

"What she means to say is that she has 2 cats at home that are more than likely demanding to be fed." Bucky steps into assist you as words continue to fail you. "Still I can't believe you all fell for that."

You finally straighten and pull you phone out pulling up a pic of the two.

"These are my boys. Private Pepper in Orange and Skipper is the fluffy one."

"Doll, I think you mean fat." Bucky butts in.

"No fluff, he is nothing but Fluff." You demand shooting him a glare.

"Hey," he raises his hands in surrender. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Really pets? You can't stay cause of pets." Tony scoffs slightly.

"Hey don't hate until you try it." You snap back.

"Fine, I conceded to you for now."

The group rises and begins to exit the place. Bucky looks over at you, knowing he should be talking to you about earlier. He locks eyes clearly telling you that this wasn't over yet. You merely stick your tongue out at him. Finally they are out and you follow behind, closing the doors behind you. You hitch your bag over your shoulder. Heading to your car Bucky follows in a casual manner.

"So you going to tell me what happened today?"

"I did I was late. Not enough sleep."

"Yeah I get that now the whole story."

"Why can't you just drop it? Bad days happen this is mine I'll get over it." You turn towards him practically begging him to let it go. You cant help but notice his every movement. The way the muscles under his shirt shift as he crosses his arms in defiance. The way his eyes harden to a steely blue with determination.

"Because I care for you, your my friend. These so called bad days have been too many, too often."

You huff, he wasn't going to let you leave until you spoke to him. "Fine." You hang your head in defeat. "I'm.." You weren't sure how to phrase it without revealing too much. "I'm just not satisfied with my life right now. I should be doing more. Being more than I am right now. It's frustrating. I've been caught up in what to do next with my life."

You couldn't help but applaud yourself for that explanation. It was perfect and from the looks of it Bucky bought the whole thing. Really how were you supposed to tell one of the most gorgeous men that you had no future, that every thing you touched became disgusting. That you were waiting for the day everyone realized that there was a better friend and cook out there, throwing you to the side. It happened before it would happen again. You were merely hanging on to the remaining shreds and hoping they would carry you when it all came crumbling down.

"Was that so hard?" Bucky drew you back in.

"Yes, yes it was I think I lost a few years because of this experience." You step around him opening your door. He leaned around holding it open for you, ever the 40s man. When you get in, you turn the car on rolling down the windows. He shuts the door, leaning against the roof so he could see you properly.

"Ah, you survived and maybe learned you can tell people things. Now get home safe and text me that you made it in." He stood up taking a step back.

"Ha, one I never remember to text people. Two I don't have your number."

"Ha back, one just do it, two yes you do I put it on while you weren't looking. I put it under 40s Dream Boat."

"Oh, I like that. Fine if I remember I'll text you." You put the car in reverse but paused as he leaned back towards you. For a moment you let your self believe he was leaning in for a kiss. Except he stopped and patted the roof.

Blinking you pull out, and drive away. When would you get it through your thick skull that men like him, would never want a woman like you.

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Start of Something New - PT 2

Bucky X Reader

A/N: Ok I am a miserable writer that takes too long to post things. Here is part 2. To make it up I tried to make it as long as possible to apologize. Tags are still open and I’m addicted to comments it helps me write faster. HINT HINT. Hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Fluff and Shenanigans 

Life seemed to have hit a reset button. You woke up the following morning with Skipper on your back squeezing the air out of your lungs. You felt a smile emerge on your face, he always seemed to know when you were feeling down. With no heart to move him, you reach for your phone opening the usual apps, clearing notifications as you went.

Finally the need to pee out weighed the cuteness that was your cat. Rolling over, Skipper attempted to stay in position by walk with you. He gives up and jumps to the ground meowing his need to be fed. You swish your hand at him, he knew better, pee first, then food.

Going about the usual motions, you are determined to have a great day. Hopping in your vehicle, you turn the radio up jamming to the tunes and singing your heart out. By the time you reached the staff entrance to the compound, you were dancing. You greeted people walking through the kitchen back to your usual self, it was as if your smile was contagious, every person you came in contact with had a smile growing on their face.

The mood continued through setting up your station up for lunch and dinner. By the time the doors opened singing could be heard up and down the line. There was nothing that could spoil your mood, with the grill hot and toppings piled up it was time for the lunch rush.

The usuals came up, you greeted each by name and started their order. The difference between yesterday and today was that you delved into each person’s lives. Asking about their families and  how certain things were going, couple of them had been on diets and looking good. Again each person you complimented and made sure that they got the extra mile treatment. It seemed that the more people noticed that you were in a good mood the longer your line got.

This kept you busy for the next few hours, but it flew by to say the least. Suddenly you saw a new group begin to shuffle their way in. It was the new recruits fresh out of classes and training. You felt yourself cringe pausing for a moment and hoping they went to another station.

Mentally slapping yourself for thinking this way you greet them all and begin to throw extra burgers on the grill. The first with dusty blond hair, an incredibly sharp jawline, and muscles for miles, sauntered up. He leaned forward on your glass.

“Ah, the big one is back. Any chance you can whip me up a turkey burger. Whole wheat bun, arugula, LITE mayo, and no cheese. That is if making it won’t make you out of breath and you sweat all over my burger.” He sneered at you, judging every inch of you.

“Can do, Sir. Would you like your bun toasted?” You don’t give in to the jab merely choosing to ignore it. He nods before stomping off. “Hey Richard, how’s it going? You have a vacation coming up. France, yes?”

Richard is the lead trainer in tactical systems. He dealt with all the new trainees and he was the one that decided whether they stayed or never had a future in the company. He walks up to the station while you prep his burger, mushroom and swiss on brioche. “Hey (Y/N), yes I am and let me tell you. These new trainees are killing me, absolute crap can’t keep a freaking order straight in their heads. I swear the next one I see I may just tear their head off.” You can see the rude man from earlier backing up slowly and trying not to make himself known. “Everyone being good to you? Got to keep my girl happy. Makes the best burgers in the world, though don’t tell my wife that. I really want to go on this vacation.”

You give a chuckle seeing the obvious signs overprotection. “Of course, having a good day. Little rough yesterday, just wasn’t feeling the day. Having a good day today. Got time to cuddle my boy before I came to work, always makes my day that much better.”

“Of course, of course. I had kids as cute as yours my day would be made everyday.” Richard chuckled.

Pulling the turkey burger off the grill you place the burger on the bun making sure everything was in place. The trainee inched forward, toward the glass. “is this enough mayo for you?” Once again he nods his head. “Would you like a side, I have a nice pasta salad, whole wheat pasta in an olive oil base.”

He quirked his head, “Um, I don’t know.” He seems hesitant.

You grab a small plastic cup. “Here try a little,” You pass off the sample off to him. “It has tomatoes, rosemary, and olives.” He knocks it back, nodding his head  quickly.

“That’s really good. i will have a side of that.”

“Oh, awesome, this is a new recipe I was trying out. Here, you go I added a little extra let me know if you want a box for the leftovers.”

“Awesome, thank you so much.” He holds his hand out to grab the plate. “Hey I’m Devon. Sorry about earlier, it was rude.”

“No worries, I’m (Y/N). Let me know if you need anything I’m pretty much always here anyway.” Richard nods his head in agreement. “I should just move in but no pets allowed. Just don’t tell Tony, he would have me moving here in a moment.” Devon nodded and thanked you once more before heading to the eating area.

As if the devil himself had emerged, Tony strutted in. “I totally heard that, now when can you moved in?” You shake your head at him once again.

“Once again Tony, I’m not giving up my children just because you want to eat my food all the time. I won’t do it, they are family.”

“Ok, what if i break the rule just for you. They could be official cats. Our mascots of sorts, you could stay with the rest of the team. Please, I need your food in my life constantly.”

“Oh, really” You shoot an eyebrow up questioning his motives. “Here I thought you actually liked me for my charming personality and smoking hot good looks. But no merely my food alright I see you Sir. Then my answer is no, not even heck no.”

“Oh, you're breaking my heart, Sweetheart.” He clutched his heart in mock pain.

“Now, Tony what you having today? Want a patty melt, i got some fantastic rye bread that will go perfectly.” You start to assemble Richard’s sandwich while Tony makes up his mind. “Richard, anything else to ease the pain of the new recruits?”

“I need nothing but your love and maybe some of that pasta salad, looks darn good. To Go please.” You chuckle at him while placing everything in the box. You reach to the side and place a handful of housemade chips in the containers.

You wink at him, “Pasta makes up for the day and those get you through the rest, buddy.” You pass the box over.

“Thank you, dear. I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Same time, same place, same channel.” You turn to place the hamburger on the grill. You wave Richard off, before confronting Tony. “So….. where is the rest of your merry gang? Should I be expecting them  anytime soon?”

“Nope, they are out and about doing Avengery things. In fact the reason I came down here was to see if I could snatch you away for the evening. I would like a good home cooked meal from my favorite chef in the world.”

He heads to the kitchen door casually walking in like he owned the place, well he really did but seriously. You take the waiting guest orders while Tony hammers out details in the back. Nothing to exciting happens though, Tony seems to be taking his time on getting things all figured out, though knowing him he is just chatting up the assistant manager, a busty blonde with not so many brains but a friendly person nonetheless. You had cleared everyone out and Tony’s meal packaged and ready to go, you even managed to assemble a chicken sandwich for Pepper by the time he reemerged.

“You are in the clear, come up at 3ish, make sure lunch rush and dinner are all squared away before you leave. Then though you are mine.” He had a slight smirk on his face.

“What are you planning, Tony?” You eyed him as he came back to the front of your station. He was up to something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He merely chuckles at you. “Here you go all ready, and take this to Pepper.” Lord knows she never willingly stop to eat when she had to venture out here, too much to do.

The rest of your shift soon came to an end, luckily with no more snobby trainees. With everything set and ready to go, you removed your apron and headed out. Weaving through the busy halls you are met with an occasional comment about them letting you out of your cave.

It was a good feeling getting to see the afternoon sun for once. You go as far as to remove your hat and let your hair down. It feels so much better to loosen up for once while still at work. Arriving at your destination you remove your jacket and hang it over your arm.

The team had gathered in the main living area. You go to put your hand up to wave at them when Nat pulled a gun on you.

“What are you doing here? Only authorized personnel are allowed up here. So I ask who are you?” She stands between you and the team.

You raise your hands showing that you had nothing on you. “And here I thought i would cook you all a great meal, but if I’m going to be threatened the whole time  I’m here I’m going back to the kitchen.” You see the moment it hits them, the shock and surprise.

You start to turn around, pretending to head out. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), is that really you?” Steve stood up and approached you slowly. He carefully examined your face, to help him out you pulled your hair out of your face. He quickly pulled you into a hug while Nat lowered her gun, finally sure that it was you.

“Dang girl, your a genuine spy. No one here would have pegged you. Though almost got your head blown off.” Sam is laughing on the sidelines nudging Visions shoulder.

“Well now that we have established that I don’t need to be shot, who wants to help me cook dinner, and by that I mean keep me company and chop veggies as I need them.” You head to the kitchen area while the others shifted to face you working.

You had found an apron in the pantry that seemed to have big enough strings to tie behind you. You couldn’t help but to notice the other cute aprons in there, but knowing without a doubt that they would never fit and make it look like you were wearing a child’s apron as you spilled out the sides.

Once more pushing these thoughts aside you search the area for ingredients. You really didn’t have anything planned just yet but you needed to see what was here so you could do what you did best. Create.

You were focused on what you were doing that you had not noticed a certain super soldier slip onto the bar stool in front of you.

“Hey, good lookin’, what’s cookin?” He purrs leaning on the counter. Your hand jerks, almost taking some of your knuckle off. “Woah, didn’t mean to startle you, just surprised to see you up here.”

“He… Hello.” You stutter, for some reason it had totally forgotten the fact that he lived here. You didn’t prepare to see him. Your shirt was one of your most comfy, which meant it was threadbare and practically see through, it wasn’t meant to be seen especially by HIM.

At this point you could be placed in a museum as a statue with how stiff you were. You finally unfroze when Bucky waved his hand in front of your face.

“You alright, you almost cut your finger off there?” He reached for your hand.

Quickly you jerked your hand back, “Oh, I...I’m alright. Just… Just appreciating having all my fingers.” Man you could slap yourself right now. It was only Bucky, get your act together. You were mentally berating yourself over your foolish behavior.

Tapping your knife against the cutting board you continue your work, it gave you an excellent excuse not to look at him. “You somehow managed to sneak up on me, though I should be used to it considering how many times you’ve done it in the cafeteria.” You pause again., “I got it, you need a bell, that way you won’t be able to be so quiet.”

“You do realize  I’m not a cat, right?”

“Oh, but i think you would make a perfect cat. Besides it is for your own protection. I mean really one of these days I’m going to throw this knife at you.”

He chuckles, “I doubt you could do much damage to me. Do you even know how to throw a knife properly?”

“Hey it can’t be that hard, I mean I have good knife skills. Hey Nat?” You swing your head in her direction, only to find the group had been staring at you, watching this little interaction. Nat currently had what could only be described as an evil smirk plastered on her face.  “What? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, just taking in a moment, you know you really should just move in, you belong in that kitchen. Now you had a question for me?” The chuckle in her voice became even more evident as she continued talking.

“Oh yeah, think you could teach me to throw a knife. I need to teach Mittens over here about not sneaking up on me.” You hitch your thumb, pointing at the culprit next to you.  

“Mittens?” The guys are cracking up. Each alreadying taunting him with the information; Here kitty, kitty and meows coming from behind Nat. “I’m sure I can teach you, from what I’ve seen I see quite the potential in you for that kind of thing.”

“So what will it be Sir, the bell or a knife in the stomach?” You turn mocking him.

He merely smiles at you. “Take your best shot, Sweetheart.” He was mocking you right back.

“Fine, it’s on.” You finally place the trimmed and rubbed pork in the oven. “Ok with that done, let’s move onto dessert.  What would we like, granted this area is not my forte?”

“Make whatever, what do you like?” Tony answers.

Really sometimes these people were no help at all. You turn back to the cabinet. You were sure you saw some jello in here somewhere. Finally acquiring the item, you proceed to assemble one of your favorite recipes. Pretzel Jello, heck you might just make an extra pan just for yourself.

Bucky and the others continued to keep up company as you worked. The comradery between them was delightful to watch and thrilling to be apart of. With all of dinner either prepared or cooking you found yourself seated in the living room. They had started a movie but more as background noise than anything else. A few were merely chatting amongst themselves while Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and yourself were involved in a rather intense game of Zanderhead. It was a quick paced and cut throat game. The smack talk was getting up there in volume and as Bucky continued to get the hang of the game, he was becoming rather savage, especially toward Sam. You on the other hand were having the time of your life. You really couldn’t even think of a time where you had laughed so hard.

You eventually had to pull away to check on the meal. it was ready for the final touches, so you relinqued your hand and headed to the kitchen. Bucky had once again snuck up behind you ready to assist you, you set him to setting the table. When all was finished you placed all the food into huge platters, Bucky helped you to bring everything out and calling the others all together to eat. You place the last plate on the table before exiting to start cleaning the kitchen, leaving the group to their meal.

“And where do you think you are going?” Tony was blocking your path. His arms were folded, indicating that he was more than likely about to show his stubborn side and get his way. “You wouldn’t be trying to sneak off and not have dinner with us, would you?”

Gulping you vigorously shake your head, “No, of course not I was just going to hang up my apron and put one pan in the sink so it can soak and is easier to clean when we are done eating. DUH?” Backing up slowly and trying to make it seem like you weren’t just lying out your butt.

“That’s what I thought, let me help you. Make it go quicker, I’ll grab the pan. I’m starving.” He quirked an eyebrow, daring you to argue with him.

“Sure, thanks for the help.” Quickly going to the pantry. You meet back at the table only to find the only seat open being right next to Bucky. Your blushing already, you once again are seeing some smirks floating through the groups faces. While the dishes were passed the conversation stayed on the food and how good it was. It drifted of course to once again you moving in so that they would always eat this well.

It started with the harmless follow up question on Sam’s relationship status. The girls seemed to thrive, mostly Natasha, on the gossip. “She came out wearing one of my shirts and man I have to admit that it is seriously the hottest thing a girl can do. Wear a man’s shirt and they will fall at your feet.”

Tony of course agreed with that statement. “That is an understatement, especially with only a pair of panties under a button up shirt. That is the best way to start a day.”

“I will say guys shirts are just that much better. They tend to be the most comfortable things to wear.” Natasha and Wanda are nodding their heads in agreement. “What about you (Y/N)? You have to admit they are usually the most silky thing you can wear.”

Of course they just had to bring you into the conversation, and this awkward one at that. “Well considering that I don’t fit into the majority of men’s shirts I wouldn’t be able to agree or disagree. I mean I do steal my dad’s sweaters every time I go home so I will say they do have some of the most comfortable sweaters.” You try to feebly add to the conversation. It also didn’t help that most, who were you kidding all men, really never wanted to get to that stage in a relationship with you. You weren’t about to point this out to them though, you had a feeling that few here if any would be able to relate to your problem.

“Huh, I bet your dad gets upset about that.” Bucky shifts in his seat to address you, swinging his arm across the back of your chair.

“Not really, he gets them every year from my grandmother so more times than not he doesn’t even mind.”

“Wow, so who all is in your family?”

“Well I have my mom and dad, then I have two brothers and 2 sisters. Only my mom’s parents are still alive and of course my mom’s 3 sisters. We are a rather large family. Unfortunately most of them live in the Midwest, I don’t get to see them as often as I would like.”

“Holy Cow, how did your family even run.”

“Well we mostly entertained ourselves, we did have a lot of fun together. We are a big gaming family but also movies and quoting movies.”

“It seems like you have a great family, what do they all do?”

“Well my older brother was in the Navy for Nuclear Engineering, my younger brother is in the Navy reserve, though I hear he may be helping with the Seals soon. He is also married and his wife is going back to school for her Masters in Special Education. Well one of the younger sisters is into accounting and now has a solid job after she graduates in Chicago for a firm. Then there is my youngest sister who is finishing her undergrad for Forensic Science. They are a gifted bunch are they not.”

“Yeah I would say so, but you’re not doing to bad yourself.”

You really wanted to be proud of what you were doing but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to agree with him. In the family of greatness you really had nothing to offer in the family. To put him at ease though you merely nod your head.

“So who’s ready for dessert?”

You start to collect plates to clear them to have room for dessert. You take your stack to the kitchen pulling the dessert from the fridge. You start to distribute each plate around the table. The munching and moans of approval you start the dishes and move to the pots and pans you had used. A pair of hand came into view, picking up the clean dishes wiping them dry.

“So, what was that whole situation with Bucky?” Nat has her voice down luckily as she questions you. “I set it up perfectly so he could get to know you. Anyone can see that you like him, so why not use this time to draw him in?”

The sigh that emerged from you was long. “Because I also happen to know that in the end it will go nowhere. When you get to be my size the only thing that I bring to the table is being handy in the kitchen and every once in awhile a charming personality. I will take what I can get from men and remain friends for as long as I can.” You weren’t trying to be mean or anything it was merely the way things always work out.

“You know you should have more confidence in yourself.” She shoved you slightly trying to get you to see how much you had to offer someone. She decided to let you go for know. Considering that there were people that shouldn’t really over here this conversation. “ Well, now that we are done with all this , come join us back in the living room. We are going to continue what we were doing earlier.”

‘Awesome, I still need to whip those boys butts in cards. They think they had me beat but now the game is on and I am one of the most competitive people in my family.”

The rest of the night followed the path of the rest of the day. You laughed till there were tears in your eyes, you soundly beat the men in cards numerous times, all the while quoting lines from different movies. You once again left with the pleas to move in and cook again for them. All in all it was a fabulous night and for some reason you had a feeling this would become a common occurrence.

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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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Start of Something New PT 4

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Fluff, regular shenanigans, and of course self-depreciation

A/N: Here we go again doing pretty well with the writing. Let me know what you think.

You were awoken by the feeling of someone moving on the bed. For a moment you think it is your cat so you reach a handout and start to run your hand through his fur. In your sleepy state, you barely register the laugh that follows. As you continue you realize that the fur is longer than it should be and slightly softer. Also, cats don't tend to have a deep chuckle.

Shooting up in bed you fling yourself back in the process sending you toppling off the side, a mass of arms and legs, landing with quite a hefty thump. You elicit a yelp before you sit up to find three faces peeking over the edge of the bed. They each have smirks on their faces and the girls are giggling behind their hands.

“Forget we were in the room (Y/N)?” Bucky asks offering his hand. You ignore it, heavens know you don’t need him struggling to lift you from the floor. Red in the face, you seat yourself on the edge of the bed to embarrassed to bother to look at them.

“Well, excuse me, I’m used to only having the cats in my space. I'm reminded why now they don't laugh at you, only silently judge you.” This signaled a cat to climb next to you stretching next to you. You rub a hand down his back. “See perfect example, love me even with all my clumsiness. Besides, there was never much reason for people to come over; let alone having some person gracing my bed. Not many lining up. Except for my cats which I appreciate.”  You make a retreat into the restroom before you stuck your foot in your mouth again and revealed more insecurities about yourself, trying to compose and wake yourself up. You were too open in that moment; you really hadn’t meant to spill that last little bit.

Once composed you emerge, pulling a sweater from the closet and turn. “Now my intruders, if you are finished laughing at my sleepy antics what time does movie night start?”

Sharing a look they all chose for the moment to ignore the comments and actions from earlier. Bucky decides to lighten the mood by rolling over onto his back, acting like one of the cats on the bed. “Well now, I don’t want to move. Why don’t you come back over here and continue what you so rudely ended.” He stretches and attempts, and really pulls off, a purr.

Strolling back over, “Oh are you not the cutest thing I have ever seen. Such a handsome fellow.” Bucky looks startled by your boldness before you run a hand down the back of your cat. “Such a pretty kitty. This is why we don’t talk to men. Can’t cuddle quite like a cat does and when they do they end up like the weirdo next to you.” Reaching over you flick Bucky’s nose before standing up straight laughing.

The girls head out and you follow out them out throwing your head back in a laugh. Bucky quickly rolls over and rushes after them, he yanks your arm as he catches up to you. Tucking your head into the crook of his arm. Cackling he starts to drag you along, your feeble attempts to break free only making him laugh harder and give your head a noogie. You swat his arms, trying to get him to loosen his grip. When he suddenly let’s go, you’re flung back onto the couch and then a heavyweight is planted on top. You grunt trying to lift him to no avail.

“Bucky gets off you weigh like a ton and a half. Just how many donuts you been sneaking behind Steve’s back?”

He shifts, another grunt escapes you. “I will have you know, Doll, that this is nothing but pure solid muscle.”

“Yeah, that’s not hard to believe, not an ounce of the brain with all that muscle going on.” You shove once more to no avail. “Definitely too many Twinkies. Steve, save me from this giant popsicle.” You reach a hand out pleading. “Please, I’m going I can feel the light fading, my world’s going fast. Save me, Captain! Save me!”

You let your hand fall limp and stick your tongue out making an exaggerated gasp, playing dead. Bucky shifts to look at you, wanting to see why the rest were laughing at you. He gets off and covers you completely with a blanket. “Captain, I would say you were too late to save this one. Tony find a good burial spot. Maybe make her tombstone a cat shape or something.”

You shoot both hands up playing your best mummy. “I live. Sitting up you begin to walk towards Steve. “Why Steve why? Why didn’t you save me?” You drape yourself over him. Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you shake him. “You must avenge me, go forth, Sir. Get the man who did this to me!” You once more collapse against a nearby wall playing dead once more.

“Well Bucky, you heard the girl. I must avenge her. Prepare yourself.” You peak an eye open and stick your tongue out at Bucky knowing you had won this round. Steve picks up a pillow and chucks it at Barnes.

They continue to throw harmless items at each other. As they wind down you pick yourself up, grabbing another pillow you sneak around behind him. With a final swing, you pull the cushion around and plant it firmly in his face. Cheers go up, as you raise a fist in victory having defeated the great so-called Winter Soldier, finally, everyone begins to get comfy. It wasn’t until Steve got up and left the room that you yourself took a seat, making yourself comfy in the corner of one of the couches. Bucky slides onto the other side.

Steve re-enters carrying a few sweaters. He hands a couple over to the girls, who immediately put them on. He passes one to Bucky before stopping in front of you. He holds it out, but you merely give him a questioning look.

“It’s one of my sweaters the girls love to be warm.” He continues to hold it out. You reach out almost out of the instinct of not wanting to be rude.

“Yup, girls like to be warm and apparently Steve and Bucky’s sweaters are the best. Of course, I will say that I do appreciate a woman in man’s clothing something so sexy about it. They pull it off better than most men.” Tony leans over patting Nat’s thigh.

You hold up the sweater looking quickly at the tag before deciding there was no way you were fitting in it. You place it on your lap hoping that no one saw you reject it. Even if it was one of the men’s favorite things the problem was you were bigger than most men, none of the clothes fit you. There is nothing really sexy about splitting a man’s clothes when you were attempting to wearing them. It was just another mark against you. Another reason you really didn’t belong in this group of overly attractive people. You smooth the sweater down once more only to catch Bucky’s eye. You send a small smile his way.

“So what are we watching?” You inquire.

“Well since it is your first movie night I think, you should pick the poison.” Sam says grabbing a bowl of popcorn. “We do tend to go off Bucky and Steve’s need  to watch list.”

“Well in that case..” You quickly make your way through the movie selection. You go for one of your favorites; Beauty and the Beast.

“Really?” Tony raises an eyebrow. “You are going to go for a kids movie?”

“Yup,” You nod your head firmly. “If there is one thing you have to know about me is that I love my Disney and other animated movies. So don’t you dare start trash talking my choices.”

You sit back down as the beginning credits played. You felt a rush of excitement as you settle down. You look at the sweater, a twinge of pain spark through you, before placing it behind you on the sofa, hoping that no one noticed the movement.

The lights dimmed and the movie sends lights flickering through the room. Taking a moment you study each of your new roommate's faces, trying to get a little read off them. Some, like Steve, Clint, and Thor were drawn in taking in the plot and design. Others, noticeably Tony and Bruce, started to dissect and tried to improve Maurice’s inventions taking on the challenge of using only what they would have been able to find back then. Nat was dozing against Clint, not really taking the moment to finally relax. You shift once more to take in Bucky’s reaction, he seems to be enjoying the movie and you feed off of the energy coming from him.

You sing every song and silent quote the lines as they come up. Bucky can’t help but be drawn into watching you, the way your face lights up at certain scenes and marvel at the events unfolding as if it's the first time you were seeing it.

The dinner and dancing began and you leaned over toward Bucky. “My brother and I, when we were younger, used to dance to this song. Apparently, everytime we watched we would drag the other up and begin dancing. There is a rumored video of it as well.”

You looked at him only to find him already staring at you, a curious look on his face. A blush quickly covers your face and you jerk back to your side of the couch. Too close! Much too close. What were you thinking? Locking your eyes on the screen, willing the darkness to cover the redness and ease the awkwardness that is your bumbling self.

A faint chuckling reaches your ears, curiosity getting the best of you, you look over at the group of people hunched together watching something on Tony’s phone.

“What are you giggling about over there?” You kinda want to know, but at the same time, you really don't want to.

“I just found something extremely interesting.” The movie pauses before another video takes its place.

There on the screen is the small version of your brother and yourself. Spinning around clumsily, each of you fighting to take the lead, while also trying to watch the movie.

“How did you even find this? I’m almost positive it was on VHS. There is no way you found this online!” Jaw scraping the floor and your eyes bugging out you try to understand how he found this.

“Nice dance moves you got there,” Sam smirks and you can tell this isn't going to go away anytime soon.

“Oh my goodness, you are too cute in this video. How old are you?” Wanda has scoot forward in her seat trying to take in the whole video.

“I think I was like 2 or 3. Seriously Tony, how did you find this?” It had been forever since you saw this last.

“I have my ways, and apparently you have some ways too.” He saves the video and you hope he hasn’t also sent it to the team group chat.

“Psh, you are just jealous that I'm so cute. Money can’t buy that kind of cute.” You're trying to play off your embarrassment and you refuse to even glance at Bucky, quite sure your face will set on fire if you do. “Enough about me, back to the movie before I start taking away food from you people.”

Hands went up and they shook their head but mostly they were still laughing, you had a feeling Tony really did send it to the group chat. The movie flipped and people settled. When it came to an end another movie started, with no real interest your eyes grow heavy and you settle back into the couch letting it envelop you and send you drifting once more.

It was the shaking that woke you, couches shouldn't shake, you pry your eyes open. You're met with Bucky’s face stupidly close, not that you really minded in your fantasy, but still.

“Hey, Doll. Movies over, time for bed.”  He shakes you once more as you close your eyes “Hey, don’t make me splash water on you.”

Cracking your eyes open you glare, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I wouldn't? Well, maybe I'll just have to pick you up. Carry you away.” He goes to slide his arms under you.

Scooting back, you wack his hands. “Ha! Going to have to spend a few more a few more hours a week at the gym to lift my gorgeous self up, Sugar Plum.” A small, bitter chuckle escapes you as you rise from your seat. Stretching your hand back to grab the sweater off the back of the couch. Seeing Steve you return it, thanking him.

“Oh, you didn't need to give it back tonight. I would hate for you to be cold.” Steve takes it anyway.

“I didn't wear it, so we all good. I would hate to ruin a perfectly good sweatshirt.” Walking toward the hall. Lifting a hand you wave, “Thanks for a great night fellas, goodnight.”

They share a look, all trying to figure out just how you ticked, but of course, you don't see it. Getting ready for bed you go over your plan for tomorrow and what you would need. Who knows this may not be all bad, your big cat curls up next to you and you drift off to his purrs.

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Start of Something New PT 5

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: Regular Antics fluff, slight self-depreciation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Question (Y/N)?” Nat inquires.

“Answer, Natasha.” You reply

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Start of Something New Pt 6

Bucky X Reader

A/N: So the last chapter was supposed to be twice as long but my stupid computer/ tablet deleted it and I just noticed so this is a mighty long chapter. It picks up directly where the last one left off. This is super long considering I haven’t posted in forever but here you guys go I hope you enjoy it. 

The team dives into the meal, each acting like they hadn’t eaten all day. A silence descends upon the group as they eat each solely focused on the food. There is many a moan and groan in appreciation.

Slowing down the conversation picks up once more. There is the talk of past missions and stories to go with it. The group laughs at each person’s failures and the accuse then tosses someone under the bus. It’s a jovial time that shifts into the living room. You pass around plates of cookies and brownies that you had managed to bake while the team had been busy, leaving twice as many left than normal.

You should have known that the conversation would come back to you. This time it was in a game of truth or dare. Nat had been last conquering the last date of giving Steve a lap dance, which if you thought about it seemed like more of a dare for Steve than Nat. So Nat challenged you, seeing the glint you knew that either was going to be tough but figured truth was the slightly safer option.

“Truth please.”

“Really?” She smirks at you giving you an evil eye. “Alright, Miss Sassy, since you won’t give me a straight answer any other time. When was your relationship and with whom?”

“Never mind give me a dare please.” You shake your head.

Nat quickly denies you. “Nope too late, answers the question or it’s 3 shots for you and a double dare.”

“Fine!” Huffing you had slightly hoped she would let it go. “The last relationship was never, which kind of answers the follow up with no one.”

“What?!” It seems to come from everyone rather than one person in particular. Each with a rather shocked face save Vision who merely looks thoughtful instead.

Nat though is the first to recover. “That’s not possible. How in the world have you never been in a relationship?”

“Ah, you already asked your question my turn now.” You really didn’t want to get into it. The bottle lands on Wanda but you don’t get to ask the main question as Tony stops you with his outburst.

“Wait wait wait, you are how old and never been in a relationship?” He looks at you, his mouth in a firm determined line.

“Really, you guys, do we have to talk about this? It’s not that big of a deal.” You plead with him with your eyes to let it go, especially with Bucky sitting in the room. This was not a therapy session, why did you have to be the one laying it all out for them.

“It’s just that… I mean you are the first person that I know to never have been.. you know not single. I mean even the 100-year-old virgin, Capsicle has been in a relationship and that's saying something.” Steve hollers in protest but is ignored. Tony makes it sound like the most bizarre thing in the world.

“I’m pretty sure it is not that strange and you guys aren’t the best people to say that, you’ve slept with a bunch of people. Us normal people know its not the strangest thing in the world.”

Wanda decides to chirp in, backing up Tony’s view. “It’s not so much everyone else it's more you. I mean you have so much going for you.”

You sigh they weren’t going to let this go. “Well, I guess I just don’t have enough for anybody. It's not that big a deal.”

Tony comes back, “But don’t you ever wish for it? Do you not want to be in a relationship?” Everyone leans closer at this, waiting for your answer.

You run a hand over the back of your neck. “I mean I guess. Who doesn’t, I just… You can’t really miss what you never had. I guess it will happen when it happens or if it never does then so be it.”

Taking a long drink you clear your throat letting them take that in and hope it is enough to put them off continuing. You see several people look at Bucky, you can’t quite figure out why but from the look on his face he seems just as confused.

“Alright fine, that's a mostly reasonable point, may I just ask one follow up question and we can drop this.” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “What have you done? I mean like in ways of dating or the like?”

“Really?!” Are you guys trying to make me a dating profile or something?”

Nat perks up at that, “Why? Would you like me to make you one? I know some people I can set you up with a few guys, test the waters or something.” She was way too excited about this.

“Slow your boat there. No and No. I am more of a traditionalist, though that may be my problem. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea so I like to know a person first. Test the waters before they try to merely make bets to see how long I will wait before realizing they are never going to come or be a joke date to people.”

“Wait, people have actually done that to you?”

You shrug not really wanting to answer but you kind of already did. “As I said, there is not a person out there, apparently, that can handle all this fabulousness.”

They all chuckle, breaking the tension sitting on the group. The game comes to an end as the group chats amongst them. You can feel their eyes on you, it is no surprise given the information you just dropped on them. You decide to break out some snacks for everyone. Preparing some platters you start filling it up with treats, you turn back from the cabinet to find Bucky lurking by the island.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asks not quite looking you in the eye.

“Uh, sure would you go to the fridge and grab some grapes and apples?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He quickly goes to get it done when he turns back you set up a cutting board and knife.

“Would you chop the apples in nice size slices? I’m going to make a dip real quick.” You both work in silence, putting together a fruit plate with a peanut butter dip. Taking it out to the table you ask, “Anyone need another drink since I’m up?” A few hands went up.  “Tea, coffee, another beer?”

They give their answers and you head back to the kitchen, Bucky follows you helping you get cups and bottles out and taking things to people. As you waited for the water to boil for tea, Bucky keeps glancing at you as if wanting to ask you something.

“Hey… (Y/N)...you know… I mean… I kinda… what I mean is..” He can’t stop stuttering.

“You okay, Buck?” You’re concerned, he is usually in control of himself, so seeing him like this was a little off-putting. You place a hand on his shoulder hoping that maybe you can help him focus.

He freezes and you realize you have placed your hand on his metal arm. You keep still, maybe he wouldn’t brush you off.  

He takes a deep breath finding your hand reassuring. But when he looks into your eyes he loses his focus again. “You see I have… wanted to learn to cook, and I thought you would be the best to learn from.”

You hear a smack come from across the room and see Sam with his hand on his forehead, Steve and Tony are shaking their head, while Nat and Clint look rather amused. You quirk an eyebrow at them wondering what the heck had happened. You turn back to Bucky to find his face red. You rub your hand up and down his arm in reassurance.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I would be happy to teach you. How does tomorrow sound you can help me cook dinner?”

He merely nods. The teapot whistles jolting you out of the moment and you remove your hand. You quickly get some tea together and join back up with the group. Enjoying the rest of the evening swapping stories.

The next day after work you head upstairs wondering what to make. You head straight to the fridge when you glance in nothing really stood out to you and there really was no meat and veggies were running low. You may have to go on a grocery run. Maybe you could take Bucky, teach him how to pick out good foods.

Bucky came in still looking a little nervous, he seemed to have a moment where he retreated but was soon back in the kitchen rubbing his neck. You send him a smile, he returns it with a small one of his own.

“So it seems we are out of most everything, though it is rather surprising since Tony’s people are usually on top of it. Would you mind if we made a run to the store?” His eyes shoot to the hallway as if seeking an answer there. You mentally hit yourself for making him nervous. You see a hint of a nod come from him. “I mean you don’t have to,” YOu try to backpedal give him an out if he wanted it. “I can go grab some stuff and meet you back here. I just thought… maybe you would like to … you know learn how to pick out good food.” Darn your stutter coming back at the most inconvenient times. You just didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable. Way to be awkward, (Y/N).

He shakes his head at you, gaining your attention. “It’s no problem, (Y/N). That would be nice.”

“Oh good well, you ready to go or..” You trail off.

“No, I’m good.”

“Awesome let me grab my keys and we can head out.” You grab your purse opening a drawer at the end of the island you fish out your keys and a Stark credit card. No way could you afford to pay for the amount of food these heroes ate.

You slide into the front seat of your car, Bucky quietly into the passenger and you soon on your way. Your radio was playing your favorite station, it was the only noise in the car. You couldn’t exactly call it awkward, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was like you were both waiting for the other to speak. By the time you figured out what you could ask you pulled into the grocery store parking lot.

“So what would you like to have tonight? You are cooking so maybe something a little easier to do, we can get fancy later.” You pull out a cart and place your purse on top. You start to push it through the produce section running your eyes over the offerings and the sales. Tony may be rich but you always had an eye for the sale. You found raspberries quickly along with grapes and blueberries. They seemed to be the fruit you could never keep in stock. You grab 5 of each. Heading over you grab potatoes always a good staple to have, along with onions.

Bucky finally speaks ups as you head toward the bread section. “Can we do pasta, maybe spaghetti?”

You turn to look at him, he has a light blush crawling over his cheeks, as if the idea is childish. “That sounds like a perfect idea. Would you like to do salad and garlic bread to go with?” He nods quickly at the idea. “Awesome, let’s grab some lettuce and the like and then we will grab some french bread.”

You chat about the different vegetables, how the good ones should look and feel. As you get to the lettuce you let Bucky grab it. He grabs the first decent looking one and returns. You stop him before he puts it in the cart. “Here let me show you a trick. When you grab lettuce like this what you want is the ones that are flat and compressed. This one isn’t bad but has been creating gas. To get the best you sometimes have to reach in the back.” You pull out a nice flat package, to show him. He inspects it as if memorizing it for future use. You nod in satisfaction.

Continuing back on to bread, you grab 5 of the biggest loaves you could. You chatted once more as you picked out the ground beef and Italian sausage. Next goes in tomato sauce and finally the pasta. Quickly browsing other aisles for the team's favorite treats and of course a few of your own.

You keep up a constant stream of information for Bucky, though you are hoping you aren’t boring the living daylights out of him. He hasn’t said much this whole trip, mostly nods of the head and grunts of understanding or approval. He insists on putting everything in the car, once completed he runs the cart to the shed and hustles back.

As you are pulling out you pray the ride back won’t be as silent as the ride in. “So you have a favorite dish or something?” You ask hesitantly, Bucky isn’t exactly known for being the most forthcoming with information.

“I’m partial to Romanian dishes not sure how to pronounce them but I seemed to enjoy them while I was there.” He mumbles.

You nod in understanding, “Hmm maybe I can look some up and we can attempt them later.”

You were soon pulling into the Tower parking lot. Bucky quickly scoots to the back of the car gathering all the bags. You tried to protest but he left you by the car, you ran after him as the doors to the elevator opened.

You got to work putting on an apron and handing one to Bucky. You quickly contain your hair and get to work.

“Could you start a large pot of water. It’s going to take a while for it to boil.” He only nods and goes immediately.

You turn to the chopping board and start to cut onions and garlic. Sam saunters in curious about the noise coming from there. He perches himself on a stool.

“What’s going on in here?” He looks at Bucky moving the giant pot to the stove and turns on the flame.

“Bucky asked me to teach him to cook. So we are making dinner tonight.” Sam nods in understanding but continues to observe.

“Alright, Bucky we are going to start making the tomato sauce. I have started cutting up the onion and the garlic we will sweat these so that they add good flavor but also add sweetness to the dish. Would you open the cans of sauce for us and add to that big saucepan over there. Once again Bucky nods and does as you say. It becomes awkwardly silent as you both complete your tasks. You keep glancing at Bucky trying to figure out a topic of conversation that you would both enjoy. Every time you go to speak though, you hesitate and ultimately go back to what you were doing.

Sam casually gets up after your fourth attempt to speak, “Buckaroo, may I talk to you for a second?” He motions to the hallway.

Bucky nods and follows him out. This confuses you but there wasn’t much you can do not like you were talking to him. You can only hear the hum of their voices speaking though it holds an angry tone to it.

Sam turns to Bucky when they are out of earshot. “What are you doing man?”

“I … I don’t know every time I go to talk to her I freeze up, and then she asks me something and it’s like my brain stops working I don’t know what to do. I mean shopping wasn’t so bad.” He runs his hands through his hair pulling on the ends in frustration. He takes a big breath in.

“You're the one that wanted to get to know her. Aren’t you some big bad Russian assassin. This should be easy for you. Don’t choke on this it’s not that hard.” Sam is just as frustrated, him and the rest of the team wanted this to happen. “Now I can understand a pretty girl looking at you and you forgetting yourself but you will never get close to her if you don’t talk. She needs to know the real you. Ask her about her family, her cooking. I can give you some cues but I’m going to find an excuse to leave but I need you to continue when I do. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Bucky takes another deep breath and straightens his shoulders. “I got this. I can do this. Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem now go get her tiger.” He leads the way to the kitchen.

You are currently undoing the last of the cans. “I didn’t want to do anything else so you wouldn’t miss anything.”

“Oh thanks, I’m ready.” He comes over to your side, Sam returns to his seat. You move around the kitchen showing how to different things and letting him take over. With the sauce simmering you have a little downtime.

“So (Y/N),” Bucky starts, “how are the cats? Are they adjusting to being here alright?” It’s a simple question but if there is one thing that you love more than anything it’s your cats.

Your face lights up at the question. “Yes, I think they really just enjoy having multiple people that will pet them and feed them. I’m pretty sure that Skipper has gained like 5 pounds since we got here.” As if he heard you Skipper jumps (ish more like hoists) on to the counter next to you meowing. “Yes, I’m talking about you chubby bubby.” You run your hand over his fur as he leans into you.

“Well, he is one handsome fellow,” Bucky says while reaching over to pet him.

“Oh and he knows it.” You quickly agree. “He also has this look that judges your every move.”

“How did you get your cats?” Sam asks having started to scratch Private Pepper who had quickly joined his brother.

You jump into your story of how one was born into the family while the other you got from a friend. You tell Bucky to quickly stir the sauce and then through the pasta in the now boiling water. Continuing your story as he does that. The three of you share stories but eventually, you notice that Sam has left, you're not sure as to when, but you and Bucky swap stories as you continue to work. The whole time you feel a pleasant warmth while getting to know Bucky more, glad that he was opening up to you.

The group was huddled in the hallway lured in by the smells but crowed around the doorway. Watching the two of you chat while setting the table, gentle smiles on your faces that soon spread to them, happy that you guys were finally connecting.

Of course, that came to an end when Clint’s stomach let out a giant growl, causing the two of you to jerk your heads to see all the wide eyes staring back at you. A blush quickly covers your cheeks making you look away while Nat slaps the back of Clint’s head.

“Hey like you guys aren’t hungry too.” He grumbles while he shuffles in. The group laughs while taking their seats for the meal.

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