As requested by anon: I was wondering though if you could do a fic with Bucky where he’s new to the Avengers & the reader is their assistant and she helps him adjust and he falls for her just omg
“Are you ready?”
Bucky nodded and shifted around uncomfortably on his bed.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“We’ll take it slower than we did last time. We’ll do all
the words in English, then the first three in Russian, okay?”
Sitting on the folding chair across from him, you crossed
your legs and gave him your warmest smile. It wouldn’t do much to comfort him,
but it couldn’t hurt, either. The corner of his mouth twitched a bit, as if it
wanted to raise itself up but decided against it at the last minute.
You pulled out your phone and scrolled through to your notes
where you kept the list of words. Bucky had specifically asked for this. He
didn’t want you to read them from a journal or notebook. It only made the triggers stronger.
“Longing…rusted…seventeen… daybreak…” Between each word you
counted to three and glanced up at him. He was fine, for the most part, save
for the way his breathing picked up ever so slightly. His eyes were closed in
deep concentration as he muttered each word during your pauses. The English
portion didn’t have much effect. He was, after all, trained to answer to
Russian. You just saw it more as a warm up, of sorts.
Bucky cringed at the last one. He always did. You weren’t
totally sure on why, though you suspected it had to do with its double meaning.
He was surely imagining the freight car he fell from that day. The one that led
him to Hydra. Or perhaps what was getting him was that it was the final word.
The word that in the past had always been the one to finish the set, thus
completing the hijacking of his mind.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” he replied, eyes still closed. “I think I can handle
four today.”
“You barely got through three yesterday.”
“I can handle four.”
Over the last month or so, you’d come to know Bucky better
than anyone, save for Steve. It didn’t take long for you to learn that he was a
classic case of a teddy bear covered by a rough exterior. With each session he
grew less and less intimidating—though, there was a difference between
intimidation and fear, and while the former disappeared, the latter grew.
You had fallen in love with James Buchanan Barnes. And it
scared the shit out of you.
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