Summary ; You had been entrusted with watching Sam's Pitbull pup, Chip. When he returns after stopping a terrorist group, you're asked to bring him back. Except, when you pull into the driveway, your own dog jumps on the poor, cake carrying, unsuspecting man with the vibranium arm.
Warnings/Tags ; Fluff, first time meeting, end of TFATWS, dog-sitting, sweet Bucky, I still don't know how to tag, smiley Bucky, Sam has a Pitbull, no use of Y/N
Word Count ; 1.4k
A/N ; I still don't know how to tag these things. Enjoy! [I may make this a mini series... let me know if any of yall would like that :3]
Cat videos.... fail videos... Markiplier.... dog videos... Ryan Reynolds... best fails of 2009... Sam "Falcon" Wilson and Bucky "Winter Soldier" Barnes stop a Terrorist group... more cat videos... wait what? You scroll back up to the headline that caught your attention. It's got your friend, Sam, who's holding Captain America's shield in his hand, and the infamous Bucky Barnes standing beside him as the picture. You click on it, reading through the journalist's words.
How had you not heard this before now? Suddenly stumbling across a poorly written report of a major event. Poorly written was an understatement, but that was besides the point. That's why Sam had me dog sit...You huff, looking over at the Pitbull puppy curled up on your floor, snuggled up against your Retriever. You whistle, both dogs perking their little head up, standing up and happily bounding over to you when you pat your thigh.
He could've had his sister do it, but nooooo.... of course in his defense his sister was rather busy. You knew that first hand. You set your phone to the side, giving the little pup in your lap your attention for the moment. If Sam and his little... big... friend were done with the mission, I'll probably drop of Chip soon. You're gonna miss the little puppy, obviously. Other then chewing on your shoes and occasionally pissing on your floor, he was enjoyable to watch. Definitely not the worst animal you babysat.
And besides, you had Captain, your Golden Retriever you've had since before you graduated college. He was always so good with the other animals, it made your little side job so much easier. You'd never be able to do this with an unfriendly and hostile dog of your own.
You're thoughts get interrupted by the notification on your phone. Keeping one hand petting Chip, you reach over for your phone, unlocking it with ease. Sarah. You tilt your head, opening up your texts as you take your hand off Chip to take a sip of your drink. He chooses to knock the drink out of your hand. You sigh, looking down at the mess as Captain begins to lick at the tea. I'll clean that in a second. You shake your head, eyes flicking back to your phone.
"Sam's gonna be home soon. You can bring Chip back. And you should stay a while, we're hosting a mini celebration."
You smile, typing back a quick reply.
"Sounds fun!! Be there in a few."
Well that's the end of your dog sitting for the week. You set your phone down, easing Chip out of your lap. He immediately joins Captain in licking up your spilt tea off the floor. You roll your eyes, grabbing a towel and kneeling down to wipe off the mess. You immediately get knocked on your ass by the puppy, Captain joining in licking at your face and keeping you down as you laugh and push them off.
You hum softly along to the music playing from your radio, the volume up loud so you can hear it over the open windows. Chip and Captain have their heads stuck out the window as you make your way down to the coast, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. You love making these little to Sarah's place, you're like her kid's second parent, especially after her husband died.
You don't mind. You love the kids.
You flick on your turn signal, turning into the driveway just as Sam's silver truck pulls up beside you. Except Sam isn't the one to step out of the car.
You watch as Captain jumps out of the truck through the window and pounces on a poor, unsuspecting, cake carrying Bucky Barnes. You don't even bother turning off your truck as you jump out, hurrying around the front of it to pull Captain off a now cake covered super soldier.
"I am so, so sorry! Captain, off, get off!" You apologize as you pull Captain off from by the collar, his fur coated in cake. And just as Bucky sits up, Chip is on him, licking his face, getting cake on his own fur, and knocking his sunglasses off his head. You grab Chip by the collar, too, pulling him off and holding the two dogs to your side.
"I am so sorry," you spit out, clipping their collars on and then tying the end to the front of your bumper. With the dogs now tied, you rush over to the now cake and slobber covered man, helping him sit up.
You grab his cracked sunglasses, handing them to him as apologies slip past your lips. "I really am sorry-- I can buy you a new pair of sunglasses--" he cuts you off with a shake of his head, an amused smile on his pink lips.
"It's alright, doll, not your fault." Your heart stops for a second at not just the nickname that slips from his lips, but the Brooklyn accent that tinges his every word. You shake your head, helping him up. You grab the rag you keep tucked in your belt loop, (slobbery dog purposes, its a habit now), and hand it over to him. He takes it with a nod of thanks, and as he cleans off the front of his shirt, you turn back to the dogs.
Placing your hands on your hips, your furrow your brows as you stare at the now cake covered dogs. Chip was licking the cake off of Captain as he sits there, looking very proud of himself. "Great, I bring back Sam's dog covered in cake," you grumble to yourself, before turning back to Bucky, who was now standing up. "Speaking of cake, I hope that wasn't important.."
He looks up at you, baby blues framed by slightly crinkled skin as he smiled. "It was, sorta... Sam wanted it. His favorite." You sigh deeply at that, placing your hand in your head. "Oreo icecream..." you mumble, now feeling a slight bit of guilt. Bucky nods.
"Great.... I ruined his cake and brought back his dog now covered in cake. Lovely." Bucky chuckles slightly, handing you back your rag. "It'll be alright. My fault too, I shoulda kept a better balance against your dog there."
You shake your head, hands still on your hips. "Uh, I'm Bucky, by the way." You look up as he speaks, a small smile on your face as you speak your own name. "Sam's friend." He nods, looking at the cake covered dogs behind you.
"...you want some help cleaning them off?" He asks, and you look up in surprise. "You'd wanna help?" Tilting your head as you ask. He nods. "Course. 'Ts partially my fault anyways." You shake your head, scoffing slightly at his words.
"It's not, but I'd appreciate the help." He smiles.
The edges of your rolled up jeans are sopping wet, Bucky's as well. You sit on the edge of Sarah's bathtub, both dogs soaking wet and scrambling in the tub. Bucky holds Captain by his blue collar, allowing you to rub his soapy fur clean. Bucky's free hand holds Chip by the collar as well, making sure the wet puppy didn't run off and cause chaos in the small bathroom space.
You had soap on your thighs, and Bucky's vibranium arm had a bit of the suds on it as well, making it glint in the light.
"You really didn't have to help me with this. Thank you," you hum, glancing over at Bucky. He smiled, his shoulder brushing against yours. "It's really no problem. This is actually kind of fun." That makes you smile, gently bumping his shoulder with his. "Yea? I do this for a livin'." That makes him chuckle.
You both continue to wash the dogs, laughing when Captain shook and splattered water all over you both. "Damn dog..." he muttered, causing you to laugh a bit more.
After Captain is done, you focus your attention to the unruly Pitbull puppy. Bucky really has to hold him down, soaking his shirt as you scrubbed the Pitbull, getting a bit of soap in your hair. He smiled, reaching up with his free hand to push the strand of hair back. You can't help but giggle.
You had just met this man, and yet, he was helping you wash dogs. He was pushing your hair back like he's known you for ears. It made your heart flutter.
Maybe, just maybe, this could grow into something more.
Summary ; You're sister drops off her kids without any warning. Begrudgingly, you agree to look after them. You're surprised, however, to stumble upon your very brooding teammate looking after them already.
Warnings/Tags ; After Thunderbolts*, crushing, fluff, grumpy Bucky, fatherly Bucky, I don't know how to tag, no use of Y/N. [No warnings to be mentioned]
Word Count ; 1.9k
A/N ; This is admittedly short, yes. This is my first post on here, yay!! Also I'd like you all to be aware I hand wrote this in school over five pages of notebook. Enjoy!! [I also seriously don't know how to fill out the tag space]
Bucky Barnes was the last person you expected to be good with kids. He was dark and brooding. He'd probably scare the kids half to death, anyways.
You had told your sister no. Told her that she couldn't bring her kids to the tower. Told her that you would not be looking after them while her and her husband went Thor knows where and screw. But does she listen? No. Not at all.
Which is probably why you stood out in the hallway. She had showed up after sending you a vague text, dropped the kids in the common room, and nearly left before you could start yelling at her. Nearly.
"Melody, I don't think you understand! I love the kids, with more then my heart, but the tower is not a place they should be," you tried, glaring harshly at the girl standing in front of you. "I am also most definitely the last person you'd wanna leave your kids with!" Melody scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Please, it'll be fine. Just do this one thing for me, please! Me and Jacob need a night out!" She clapped her hands together, shaking them at you as if begging. You growled under your breath. You go to speak again, about to raise your voice, before she, much to your dismay, interrupts you. "Besides, isn't this like, the safest place to leave th--"
"NO!!" You barked, grabbing your sister by the shoulders and shaking her roughly, praying you'd snap some damn sense into her tiny little brain. "It is not! What even makes you think that, you absolute dumb ass?"
You lost that argument in the end, just giving up. It's pointless arguing with someone as stupid as your sister, anyways. Melody left, off to whatever the hell it was she wanted to do with her even stupider husband. You sigh, slumping your shoulders as you walk back into the common room, bracing yourself for the mess you'd inevitably see. As the door slid open, however, you were pleasantly surprised with no mess at all. In fact, the kids weren't even arguing. Or crying. Or whining. Or screaming. It was just Bucky, with your niece hanging off his arm, and your nephew doing his hair. You froze, furrowing your eyebrows and shock and confusion. It took you a good minute before you could speak again, clearing your throat.
"Uhh... Bucky?" You mutter, eyeing him and his interactions with your sister's kids. He looks up, expression stoic as he gives a little wave with his right hand. He glances at the kids, before speaking. "These things yours?" He questions, Brooklyn accent dripping as he tilts his head just barely, making the chocolatey brown locks your nephew wasn't paying with fall into his face a bit. You had to stop yourself from dying on the spot from just that. You gained your bearings, opening your mouth as you nod. "My sisters," you clarify, stepping towards them.
You settle down onto the couch across from them, letting your eyes roam over the situation. The little boy stood behind him on the couch, little tongue sticking out and brows furrowed in concentration. You watch as he pushes the hair that had previously fell into Bucky's face back, pinning it carefully to the rest of his lacks with a rainbow unicorn beret. You niece, on the other hand, was very busy working up a sweat. She has her little arms wrapped around his much bigger, metal bicep, hanging off of it. Bucky holds her up without an issue, completely unbothered by the whole interaction. Something about the scene, seeing the usually stoic ex-HYDRA assassin, letting the kids mess with him, made your heart flutter. Especially the way he seemed to stare at you, blue hues trained on you. You quickly shook that away, mentally smacking yourself for thinking of your teammate in that way. It was hard not to.
"I'm... gonna go make them a snack," you say, already standing up from the couch. You need to clear the thoughts swarming in your head, preferably somewhere away from Bucky's intense gaze. He nods, eyes on you the whole time as you exit the room. You can feel them burning into the back of your head, and you shudder, trying not to visibly show how effected by him you were. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as the doors slide shut behind you, rolling your shoulders and trying to collect your thoughts as you make your way towards the kitchen.
Get it together man, you mentally scolded yourself, slapping your own wrist in a way to try to snap you out of it. You shouldn't be thinking this way about your teammate, let alone one that's that unofficial leader of the group. This may not be the first time, and certainly never the last of these thoughts of yours, but that doesn't stop you from being disappointed in yourself every time. You just couldn't help it.
But the way his hair looked as your little nephew pushed it back, framing his handsome face. Those damn baby blues that seemed to stare right through you holding just the tiniest hint of amusement. The smallest of quirks on the corner of those pink lips of his. The way his vibranium arm glinted in the dim lights of the common room, the muscle of it barely straining as he held the little girl up. He seemed to barely even try. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to how easy he could hold you up, how nice his large hands would feel on your skin.
You were so lost in thought, you ran straight into the wall, missing the kitchen opening by about a foot.
You huffed softly, backing up. Mumbling and grumbling to yourself as you entered through the actual kitchen door, instead of trying to go through the walls like Ava. Focus, focus. You ran a hand through your hair, unable to shake any of the thoughts of him, much to your absolute dismay. You try your best to focus as you navigate the kitchen, your current mission trying to make a space in your mind beside your unruly thoughts. You let out a frustrated breath, eyes searching the kitchen for a snack for the kids. You move to the fridge, rummaging through it for a minute. Eventually, you give up and just grab a view apples from the counter.
You sat them down, easily slicing them into small triangles. Deciding they should have something to coat them with, you grab the bucket of caramel you hide from Yelena, setting it by the plate. You organize the apple slices, still trying to not let your thoughts stray to Bucky and how good he was with the little kids. Bucky likes peanut butter. Why did you know that? You scoff to yourself, but still turn to search for the peanut butter. You look through the cabinets, finally letting your eyes land on the tub of peanut butter on the top shelf. You stand on your tip toes, reaching up to grab it. Before frowning. Who the hell put it up that damn high? Probably Alexei.
You reach for it again, biting your lip as your stretch for it. Your body freezes, however, when a warm hand rests on your waist. A vibranium arm comes into view, reaching over your own to grab the peanut butter. You can feel him through your clothes, the warmth of his chest pressing against your back. His breath brushing up against your neck, making goosebumps prickle across your skin. The moment is lost as he pulls back, holding out the peanut butter for you to grab.
You clear your throat for what feels like the fiftieth time today. "Thank you," you manage, putting your best effort into keeping the high pitched spike of your voice down. You turn back round, resuming your mini mission of making the kids a little snack of apple slices. Along with Bucky, your niece and nephew had made their way into the kitchen, where they now sat at the counter on the stools. Their eyes were sparkly, unaware of the inner battle happening within you. You glance at Bucky, catching his side profile and nearly dropping the peanut butter when you turn to put it back up. You don't recover as fast as you had hoped you would, Bucky casting you a questioning, observant glance from the corner of his eyes. You shake your head, dismissing his curious glance, and putting the caramel up.
You slide over the mini snack platter you made, observing as the kids munched. Trying to will yourself not to look over at Bucky. Lost in thought, you didn't notice Bucky snatching an apple slice from the plate, dipping it into the peanut butter. He took a few cautious steps towards you, before smirking. You weren't paying a single bit of attention to him. Maybe trying a bit to hard to not look at him. Perfect.
He snapped you out of your thoughts, placing his hand on the small of your back. You jolted, eyes widening as he brought the peanut butter coated apple slice up to your lips. Your breath hitches, your face flushing a bright pink, your shoulders tensing a weensy bit. You steal a quick glance at him, finding it even harder to breath as you observe the small smirk on his lips. You give in, parting your lips without even thinking about it. Unable to think about it.
His grins a bit more, a small crinkle around his eyes that makes your heart nearly stop. He brings the slice all the way to your lips, feeding you the apple slice like it was the most normal damn thing in the world. You bite down, chew, before swallowing. Feeling the little bit of peanut butter left on the corner of your mouth, you begin to reach a hand up to wipe it off. Only to be stopped by Bucky's free hand grabbing your wrist, his head dipping as he pressed his lips to yours. Your breath hitches, heart stopping as a muffled noise of surprise escaped your lips, drowned out by his own.
His lips were so damn soft, tasted so damn sweet. They moved gently against yours, barely a brush of them. The sensation caused your mind to go blank.
Just as quick and surprising as it happened, he pulled back, licking his bottom lip in a way that should have been illegal because it was so attractive. And just like that, he was back to eating apples as if that hadn't happened. Like he hadn't just leaned down and kissed you. Like he hadn't done it so tender, so soft, just to clean off a bit of peanut butter from your lip. Your nephew beamed. "I win!! They kissed!!" He giggled, swinging his feet as he looked happily at his sister.
Oh. Oh.
It was a dare. That's the only logical explanation. He had taken a dare from a seven year old. Your heart sunk slightly, and you swallowed, glancing away and biting your lip. You were ashamed to admit it, but you felt like you were about to cry. The feeling was lost when he leaned down, breath warm and welcoming against your ear. He pressed a kiss to it, murmuring lowly so only you heard his words.
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