Friend Of A Friend, A Bucky Barnes X Reader Fic.
Bucky Barnes can’t seem to stop running into a friend of a friend, he also can’t seem to stop himself being infatuated with her infectious smile, quick wit and her ability to bring the walls he had spent so long building, crashing down.
Got loads of unfinished fics and exams so why not yeaaaa
It was hot. Mid July and in the middle of a particularly hot week in NYC, the papers were calling it the ‘worst heatwave in NYC since 1943.’ It was the kind of sticky heat that made you sweat just from standing up and when you walked out of a building the heat hit you like a brick wall. The air smelt of salty sweat and sun damaged skin and everybody was in a particularly sluggish mood. It was 11:30am on a Thursday morning, the sun was almost at its highest point and you could tell. People milled in and out of the National Archives building, some came in just for the shade, but you had no energy to refuse them. There was a particularly aggravated lady occupying the desk, she was fanning her face with one hand, the other was clutching a stack of papers, she was trying to request a file on behalf of the company she worked for but didn’t have ID. She seemed to be giving your colleague, Andrea a particularly hard time about it. Andrea was a middle aged, African American woman who you worked closely with, she was on the same shift pattern as you and you had become somewhat close friends because of that.
“I have told you ma’am I cannot give you the file without any valid ID to prove that the person who is authorized on that form is actually you” Andrea repeated, exasperated and with an edge to her voice, that usually meant ‘don’t push me’ she placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows at the blonde woman, who must have been about 35, she clicked her tongue at Andreas words and sighed heavily.
“But it is me, that’s my name right there” the woman almost whined and slammed a manicured finger down on the name highlighted on the form.
“How do I know that?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows further and cocking her head at the difficult customer. The woman slammed her stiletto clad heels down on the marble flooring of the NA building.
“You’re telling me, I have to walk back across the city in this heat, just to get my ID to collect a file that I can see from here” She pointed wildly behind Andreas head and into the filling room as she raised her voice a few octaves in pure frustration. Andrea remained unfazed by the woman’s outburst and kept a calm demeanour.
“Unless you can produce some identification from where the sun doesn’t shine then yes, that’s what you’re going to have to do, it’s company policy” Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and gave the customer a testing look, the look that warned most people they were getting dangerously close to the edge. Despite the woman’s clear irritation, she didn’t push further, just sighed dramatically and gathered her papers.
“This is pathetic” she hissed at the two of you before striding across the marble flooring, her heels clicking violently as she left. Andrea turned to face you, a look of annoyance on her features.
“It is too hot to be dealing with people like that today” She declared, taking a sip of her water bottle that she grabbed from under the counter and took a moment to lean back against the filing cabinets that you were currently riffling around in, you looked up at her and wiped your head with the back of your hand and nodded in agreement.
“Your patience is a virtue” you praised jokingly and gave up on your task to join her in leaning against the black filling cabinet. You both surveyed the large building from your stance behind the counter.
“Well I’m running low on it” She grumbled as you snorted. You both enjoyed a few moments of peace, Andrea’s eyes surveying the floor as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes, thankful for the small break when you remembered something that made you grin with slight excitement. You opened your eyes and pulled your head forward to face your co-worker.
“Andrea, I think there’s some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer in the break room” you told her eagerly, excited at the thought of something to cool you down, even if it was only slightly. She turned her head to face you and narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Well what are you waiting for child, go get them” she faux scolded and shooed you into the back which made you chuckle but you did as you were told and hurried through the filling room and down the linoleum hall way that connected to the break room, a dingy room with a table and chairs, a small fridge and freezer and a microwave that was on the fritz. You pulled the door open to the freezer and sighed contently as the cold air rushed over your overheated body, you didn’t waste another second before rummaging around in the old freezer, it was right at the back you saw the box and pulled it out in triumph, similar to a war torn hero retrieving an important artefact from the fiery depths of hell, or something like that. You clutched the two to your chest and shut the door with your foot, on the way back you decided you just could not wait for the whole 30 second walk and ripped yours open with your teeth, discarding the wrapping in the bin in the filling room, you emerged into the light, like a hero, tucking into your ice cream sandwich.
“Well, it was hard but I di…” You started as you walked out but was interrupted by Andrea stood at the desk looking displeased with two large burly men in full combat gear who didn’t look so happy themselves. One of the men you recognised as Sam Wilson aka The Falcon AKA your only friend in your politics and international relations night class and the other man as The Winter Solider. You had taken the class purely because you were interested in the subject and almost dropped out when you heard a bunch of girls gossiping at your induction sign up.
“Did you know there’s supposed to be an Avenger in this class, it’s the only reason I took it”
“Oh my GOD, I hope it’s Captain America, he is hot”
“No, his friend is so much hotter”
“Jesus they’re all snacks”
You cringed at the memory. It wasn’t that you disagreed with the girls at all, they were all hotter than this insufferable heatwave. But you didn’t want to have to put up with fan girls and the fact there would be a hunky guy in your class, that would no doubt know he was hot and get good grades without even trying and all the pretty girls would be friends and it would be JUST LIKE HIGHSCHOOL GODDAMN IT. You were sure your sanity or anxiety couldn’t take it. You decided to sign up anyway and you could always change to a different subject if it was too bad.
However you had unknowingly sat next to said Avenger on the first night of classes, you were running late because you had been doing VERY important things that had overrun slightly (you had fell asleep watching MasterChef and almost ran into the lecture hall looking incredibly dishevelled and sat down in the closest seat to you). Nobody sat next to him despite their intrigue and attraction because Sam could be a scary looking guy when he wanted to be. You had almost choked when you realised who you were sitting next to, you were sure that your eyes had bulged out of your head and you were certain your breathing was incredibly sporadic, you looked like a mad woman.
“Is everything okay?” He had whispered, his deep voice had sounded concerned as he looked down on you, you noted how the short sleeve T- shirt he was wearing displayed his array of muscles.
“Yep, fell asleep watching MasterChef, very disoriented, pretty much ran here, other than that yep I’m stellar. What about you, are you okay?” you had whispered back whilst nodding profusely, fuelling those mad woman traits. But he had just laughed down at you and you smiled back up at him and I guess the rest was history, you had somehow become good friends after that interaction. You realised pretty soon he wasn’t scary or intimating, he was just a huge goof with a wicked sense of humour. Despite being single and flirty, he didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl in our class, but he did enjoy flirting.
They hadn’t noticed your entrance, so you watched the exchange from afar and ate your ice-cream.
“Do you have ID?” Andrea deadpanned, her eyes scanning the two men, she didn’t look impressed with their unpleasant demeanour. Sam whipped out his ID and handed it over without a word, he nudged his Avengers co-worker to do the same, The Winter Soldier, or Bucky Barnes as he goes by now, was devilishly handsome with long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, you were certain his mysteriousness and intrigue caused girls to literally loose their minds over him, but he stayed quiet and brooding as he always did as he just shoved Sam back in annoyance. Andrea examined the ID and handed it back, turning to look at the long-haired man expectantly.
“And yourself?” she tapped her red nails on the counter whilst she waited, he matched her deadpan expression and made no attempt to retrieve his ID.
“I don’t have any identification, I’m 100 years old” the man spoke in a deep, low voice, there was absolutely no trace of jest in his words and Andrea threw her hands in the air in exasperation. You snorted in amusement but decided to step in before she literally lunged at the two men.
“Sam?” you called as you stepped into view and all three of them snapped their heads towards you. Andrea looked relieved, Sam looked slightly shocked and Bucky held his deadpan expression.
“Y/N” he greeted with a grin. “Good, if you know these men you can deal with them” Andrea interrupted quickly sauntering off into the filling room, grabbing her ice cream sandwich from your outstretched hand as she went, you had long finished yours. You walked up to the desk and leaned on your arms.
“What’s up?” you asked casually looking up at him, he seemed to relax a little since seeing you and didn’t look as intimidating.
“Here on official Avengers business, on the hottest day of the damn year” he grumbled wiping his brow. “I forgot you worked here” he added, surveying the surroundings.
“New York’s finest National Archives administration assistant at your service” you mock saluted as Sam snorted. “One of us has to have a real job” you muttered, and Sam’s eyes widened at your words as he placed his hands on his chest in mock hurt as you grinned.
“I save the world” he protested loudly crossing his arms, you waved him off, not wanting to get into this debate today.
“What do you need Sam?” you asked again, standing up straight. The large man dumped a pile of papers on the counter.
“I need these files.” He stated simply.
“Buuuut no ID?” you questioned gesturing to Bucky and Sam rolled his eyes
“You heard the man he’s 100 years old, he fought in world war two, he’s an American hero Y/N!” he exclaimed dramatically, you looked to Bucky, deadpan expression still in place but he was nodding at Sam’s words solemnly.
“I’ll see what I can do” you murmured, grabbing the papers from Sam’s back and turning your back on them to riffle through some paperwork.
“You look great for 100, what’s your secret?” you called over your shoulder, keen on getting the infamous winter solider to converse with you.
“Get kidnapped, brain washed and frozen by a Nazi organisation” He answered flatly, you snickered at his words, grabbed the file you needed and whipped back around to face them.
“I ought to give it a try” You joked, unfazed by his comment, Bucky raised his eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“I wouldn’t recommend it, maybe a just a facial?” he suggested in his usual flat tone. You laughed and you saw his mouth quirk for a small second, before settling into the signature horrific death glare.
“Thank you so much for this, I am forever grateful” Sam went to grab the file out of your hands, but you raised it above your head quickly.
“I could lose my job over this”
“I know, and I am so thankful”
“I could lose my house, end up on the streets begging for scraps of foo—”
“Alright kid, what do you want” Sam interrupted with pursed lips, you smiled sweetly.
“Nothing I just want to hold it over your head for years to come” you waved the form around above his head, Bucky eyed it and you realised he could very easily snatch it if he wanted.
“How about lunch?” he offered, and you scrunched up your nose.
“HOMELESS Sam!” you reminded him with mock seriousness, he huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Lunch AND I’ll snag you an invite to Starks next party… Free booze” He tempted, and you considered his offer but before you could reply he had snatched the form out of your hand.
“That’s the best offer you’re ever going to get” Sam teased with sass in his voice.
“Make it dinner, tonight because I have no food in” you offered leaning over the counter to smile widely at Sam.
“Done!” He agreed with a triumphant smile.
“Would you like to come too, um Mr…Winter Solider?” you questioned, unsure of how to address him, he looked surprised and them amused, Sam chortled in the background, you shot him a glare.
“It’s Bucky, and no thank you” he gave you a polite smile, you were sure your grin faltered when he turned you down, but you quickly covered it up.
“Okay…If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to come cos’ Sam’s paying” you offered with a smile, Sam protested slightly but you waved him away. Bucky just gave you a small smirk and a nod.
“Duty calls, see you tonight, don’t look too pretty it might prevent me from getting a date” Sam joked, giving you a mock salute.
“Thank you very much for this” Bucky gave you a tight smile and you waved them off, watching them retreat into the sweltering New York sun.
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