Someone To Watch Over Me

alternateafterthought:

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N hates seeing
everyone avoid Bucky just because he wasn’t used to the Avengers Compound, so
she tries something, something that works

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,272

A/N: So it’s been awhile
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It was a quiet day at the Avengers
Compound. Natasha and Clint having left for the day to see Clint’s family,
Steve and Sam were in the gym where they had been since that morning, Bruce and
Tony hadn’t left the lab in about 3 days, Pepper herself swamped with work.
Wanda and Vision had been the only ones to talk to Y/N, well at least before
leaving, having a small conversation before spending the day together.

It hadn’t taken a genius to
figure out why everyone was walking on eggshells, but with the soldier in
question hunched into the couch, staring blankly at the black screen of the tv,
Y/N just knew. She stood in the kitchen, barefoot, drinking a cup of coffee,
trying to work out why Bucky would come back to the Avenger Compound if he wasn’t
comfortable yet, knowing he was at least at peace in Wakanda.

Setting her half full cup of
coffee on the bench, Y/N shook her head and walked to her room, grabbing something
that hopefully Bucky could appreciate as much as she did. Juggling a lot in her
hands she made it safely back to the lounge room before placing the record
playing in the floor before sending Bucky a small smile before running back to
her room to grab the 3 boxes of records she had acquired over the years.
Setting it up was second nature to Y/N, and soon she was flicking through her
records, feeling the soft gaze of a nearing Bucky.

“Do you have any
recommendations?” Y/N looked over her shoulder where Bucky now stood.

“Um…” Bucky looked at the
records around Y/N… small, sweet Y/N, the one person in the compound to treat
him normally.

“How about you look through
this box,” Y/N pushed a box out beside her, motioning for Bucky to join her. “If
you find something you’d like to hear, just pop it on.”

Y/N went back to looking
through her own box, hyperaware that Bucky hesitated before taking a seat next
to her, his flesh arm softly bumping her. For about 10 minutes of comfortable
silence, Y/N pretended to look at records, when really she watched Bucky look
at each record, taking it out of the box and thoroughly reading everything. She
couldn’t help but smile, Bucky had seemed to relax in the less tense
atmosphere, breathing evenly.

“Can you play this one
please?” Bucky asked softly, handing an old record to Y/N.

Glancing over the cover, Y/N’s
smile widen; “Of course.” Taking the record out, Y/N moved over the record
player, and soon soft jazz moved through the quiet halls of the compound. “Is
there a particular song on this record you wanted to listen to?”

“The second track.” Bucky
nodded his head slowly, almost like he was unsure.

“Oh…” Y/N smiled down at the
cover, knowing well what song it was. “I love that song. My dad use to play it
almost every night and he would dance my mum or me around the living room. Even
on his bad days…” Y/N remembered her parents, moving around the living wrapped
in each other’s arms. “Especially on his bad days, that song would be playing
and they would just dance, wrapped in each other’s arms until everything was
good again.”

Y/N had realised she had
started to cry, the memory of her parents had been a tough on for years, but it
was Bucky’s warm fingers on her cheek that told her she was crying. Y/N looked
to Bucky, smiling as she wiped tears away now.

“Sorry, I’m a mess.” Y/N
laughed.

“It’s my Ma’s favorite song.”
Bucky looked far off and still a hint of a smile lingers on the corner of his lips.
“She was absolutely in love with anything Ella Fitzgerald, even in a time of
such hate. My Ma was that silver lining of a storm. And when she could afford
something for herself, it was always a new record of Ella Fitzgerald, but that
was her favorite song out of them all.”

Y/N listened to Bucky,
knowing he never shared what he didn’t have to with anyone, so a feeling of
honour washed over her. It was then, the soft jazz changed to Ella Fitzgerald “Someone
to watch over me”, a beautiful piano drifting over them.

Both Bucky and Y/N looked at
the record player as Ella Fitzgerald began to sing, a calm washing over the
both of them. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the pretty lyrics, noticing from
the corner of her eye that Bucky had stood, wiping his hands on the jeans he
wore.

Y/N turned to watch him,
trying to hide the frown that sat on her lips, disappointed that Bucky didn’t want
to stay. She was surprised though, when Bucky offered his flesh hand, leaning
down to her.

“Would you like to dance?”
Bucky asked.

“I would love to.” Y/N sat
the cover next to her, placing her hand in Bucky’s as he helped her to stand.

Moving together, Bucky’s
metal hand moved to hold Y/N’s waist, she could feel the cold touch through her
thin shirt, but she didn’t flinch or move away. They swayed at first, finding
their rhythm before Bucky took the first step slowly as they moved in a small
circle. Y/N moved on the tips of her toes, Bucky’s heavy boots making him a
little taller than he was, but Y/N couldn’t have been happier in that moment,
swaying in circles, Bucky’s metal arm pulling her in and holding her close.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked,
not knowing if he was doing something right or not for Y/N, not wanting to hurt
her in any way.

“I’m perfect.” Y/N moved up
a little, softly kissing Bucky’s cheek before moving her head to rest on his
shoulder, closing her eyes.

Bucky had somehow pulled Y/N
in closer, his metal arm holding her softly, his flesh hand intertwined with
her own. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, opting instead for softly
placing a kiss on her forehead as they continued to dance.

Friday had asked Steve to
meet Tony and Bruce in the lab, thinking the worst Steve and Sam ran to the
lab, to be met by Tony and Bruce watching a screen, soft familiar music
reaching Steve’s ears. Moving forward Steve and Sam saw that the screen was
showing the living room, showing Bucky and Y/N wrapped in each other’s arms as
they dance slowly.

“Wow.” Sam let out a deep
breath.

“Should we be worried?” Tony
looked to Steve, knowing he was talking about Y/N’s safety.

“No we shouldn’t.” Steve
smiled, crossing his arms. “This is his favorite song. I’m surprised she has
it.”

“Y/N loved the music from
the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60-“

“We get it, she likes old
music.” Tony cut Bruce off as they watched the pair continue to hold onto each
other even as they music changed.

“It’s good to see him
dancing again.” Steve spoke to no one in particular. “He uses to dance all the
time when we were growing up.”

“With all the ladies?” Sam
suggested, earning a laugh from the other men.

“No, he would only dance
with the women of his life that meant the most to him.” Steve remembered, even
though he danced with anyone he could, he would save the important songs for
the ones he loved.

And in that moment, Steve
saw just how much Y/N could actually mean to Bucky and vowed that no one would
hurt her, knowing what it meant for Bucky to finally start to feel again for
anyone.