Who’d Have Known?
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You’re not sure how it happens but maybe your friendship with Bucky isn’t really just a friendship anymore. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings? 4,732 words
Notes: After months without a full fic, here goes one rubbish attempt to fill up the gap! I’ve had a draft of this fic for MONTHS but I never got to finish it until this week when I practically forced myself to write it all. It’s not my best (I’m rusty af) and the ending is way too trash for me but I hope you all like it a little bit. Based off Lily Allen’s Who’d Have Known and this pic. Happy reading! <3
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Clint’s place is homey and comfortable and much more than you could ever ask for as you come back to the U.S after the accords with the team. Wakanda is nice and T'Challa’s mansion is something that you couldn’t even dream of before but it just doesn’t feel like home. It doesn’t have toys all over the floor, kids giggles every once in a while, it isn’t as warm and welcoming and familiar as you want.
Clint’s farm reminds you of your own childhood home so you can only guess that was why you like it so much. The company isn’t bad too. Steve and Sam came back to the facility with the promise of handling whatever the press wanted to throw at the team. Scott was back in San Francisco for Cassie. But Bucky and Wanda did the same as you – took Clint’s offer for a temporary stay at his farm until the dust settled back in the city. It’s been three months and you’re not sure if you want to come back despite thinking that by now you’re imposing on Laura and Clint’s life.
In the farm, life is different for each one of you. Bucky doesn’t need to tiptoe at every corner, Wanda isn’t constantly worried about her powers and you don’t need to watch out for your back. There’s no stepping on eggshells and you’re more than grateful for that. But even more meaningful than that is the relationship you build over the time with Bucky.
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