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
since I posted anything… so hopefully you guys like this. I should be starting
to post more imagine now, if you have any request don’t hesitate to ask!!! Message
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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.
tony stark stopping by some teenage patients on his way out of the psychiatric ward, assuring them that it’s okay to feel helpless and scared sometimes, that even in his stongest suit tony sometimes feels weak, and that breathing gets easier when you share the air with your loved ones instead of shutting them out. he sighs a breath of relief when he realizes that the kids still looked at him with awe instead of pity looks he usually got when opening up about his anxiety
bucky barnes visiting a childrens hospital when he meets a young girl who’s leg had been amputated only days ago, so he stays by her side for hours and tells her all his terrible prosthetic-related jokes that usually made steve sad but this little girl was out of breath laughing at “my favorite color is army green” and him saying how she’s a legend for putting up with his horrible puns, and he feels something warm bloom in his chest when she laughs again. he was good for something, after all
clint secretly holding sign language classes in a nearby grade school, and meeting this cute little boy after the class that signed him how he felt happy that there was a superhero who also couldnt hear and if mr. hawkeye can fight evil deaf then surely tommy can become a scientist, and clint just ruffles the kids hair in reassurance, leaving the classroom before the kid can see him cry
Sam and Bucky’s relationship is one of those ‘Only I get to trash talk about him’ kind of relationships. Sam calls Bucky a greasy haired douche bag every morning and Bucky once forced Sam to sit through a half hour slideshow of ‘why the Winter Soldier is better than the Falcon’. But once a reporter said that Bucky was a danger on the team and Sam threw a brick at him.
Requested; yes!! “Are requests open? I’m in need of some domestic Bucky fluff ckdjsksk could you write mornings with Bucky where Y/N wakes up in her shared house with Bucky, and the other side of the bed is empty but she can smell breakfast from downstairs and when she goes down she hears Bucky quietly humming to himself and fluff and ok i’ll die if you do it thanks!! 💜” by @musicallisto
Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count; 428
Warnings; None
The bright sun peeking through the curtains drug you from your sleep, eliciting a groan from your throat. You rolled over, expecting to feel the warmth coming from Bucky, but you were met with the cold sheets of the bed. Sitting up, you swung your feet over the edge and stood up, grabbing Bucky’s shirt from the floor and slipping it on. You padded into the living room, the smell of bacon hitting you when you opened your room door. Smiling to yourself, you headed for the kitchen.
Leaning against the doorframe, you watched Bucky as he flipped a couple pancakes, humming to himself some old song from the 40’s. You recognized the tune, the song that he always claimed was ‘your’ song.
You watched him for a few minutes, his long hair pulled back in a half-up/half-down bun, your favorite on him. Taking a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his metal shoulder.
“Come back to bed, old man, I wanna cuddle.” Your pouted, squeezing his waist.
He chuckled, turning the stove off and twisting around to face you.
“I made breakfast.” He hummed matter-of-factly, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I can tell, it smells amazing.” You giggled, cuddling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
“So I was thinking.” He murmured after a few moments.
“Uh oh.” You teased, looking up at him. “That’s never good.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, laughing lightly. “I was talking to Steve a little bit ago, and he was telling me about this dog he had when he was a kid-“
“If you’re asking if we can get a dog, then yes.” You cut him off, and he laughed, kissing your head.
“Good, because I may or may not have already gotten you one.” He smirked, watching your face light up in excitement.
“Are you serious?!” You squeaked, already bouncing on your toes.
“She still has to grow up a little before we can pick her up, but yeah.” He laughed as you flung your arms around his neck, and hugged him tight.
“You are seriously the best boyfriend I’ve ever had in my life.” You giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing kisses all over his face.
He grinned, closing his eyes and accepting your kisses.
“Make yourself a plate and after we eat I’ll take you to see her, how’s that sound, doll?” He asked and you nodded, pressing a long kiss to his lips.
W = Worship (What part of their partners body do they worship the most?)
Bucky marvels in how beautiful and glowy your skin looks right after you come out of the bath. His favorite thing to do is grab your favorite lotion and rub it along your thighs, calves, and ass; his favorite part of you. He begs you to stand completely naked in front of him, just so he can touch and feel every inch of your skin. Bucky kisses your lips softly when he does so, making goosebumps flutter across your skin. No one has ever made you feel so beautiful.
bucky who can’t quite seem to get over the fact he can pick up mjolnir even though it’s been a good three months since the first time he accidentally plucked it from the ground in avenger’s tower. the hammer itself always seems to be in the most random of places and bucky will walk over to it whenever the opportunity comes along and look around to make sure no one is watching before picking it up again as it expecting one day that he won’t be able to lift it again. except every time it comes off the ground without hesitation and he grins like an absolute idiot because it means more to him than it probably should just that mjolnir deems him worthy at all so that must mean there’s something good about him, right?
and of course tony eventually asks why thor leaves his hammer just sitting around the place and thor simply smiles and says, “because it helps where i cannot.”
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