(A/N): I just kinda realized how badly I want to hear Bucky with an accent
Summary: Bucky has been able to keep his accent hidden ever since his hydra days but occasionally it will slip out now and then and (Y/N) adores it
During his time with Hydra Bucky had been taught to keep his accent hidden, most likely so no one would recognize that infamous Brooklyn accent of his. Once he had picked up all sorts of languages his original tongue had gotten buried beneath it all, hidden amongst all the other languages and dialects. In fact, his Russian accent is what became more prominent above anything and he soon adopted the entire thing, almost forgetting his American origins. It wasn’t until he was truly awake, every trace of the winter soldier gone, was when he realized he’d lost his old Brooklyn accent.
Sure, he could still speak English but he’d lost his native accent whereas Steve had managed to keep his through the years despite the languages he had picked up too. But it wasn’t just that, perhaps his accent still was there but he just couldn’t tap into it, like some psychosomatic injury that he just couldn’t get rid off. Even when he’d speak certain Brooklyn phrases it was lacking that rich accent, instead he just had this bland kind of speech.
It didn’t help the one time his accent actually shone through Tony and Clint had the audacity to make fun of him. From then on he’d made it his goal never to let his accent slip through ever again.
For awhile he was able to keep this little plan up, you couldn’t even tell that Bucky was from Brooklyn, but that plan completely went down the drain the minute he met (Y/N).
Their meeting was rather ironic, in some small coffee shop on the outskirts of New York. Bucky had spotted them the minute he walked in the door, his eyes immediately drawn to their shirt. In big bold letters was the word “Brooklyn” printed across their chest. Bucky couldn’t help the little chuckle that fell from his lips at the irony of it all, funny he’d find the love of his life in a coffee shop wearing a Brooklyn t-shirt.
“You like Brooklyn or somethin’?” Bucky asks, his accent, albeit subconsciously, slipping out just a bit. The person turned to look at him, wide eyes full of confusion before they looked at their shirt, their expression melting immediately.
“Yeah, it’s a great town, I had an uncle who lived there,” they offered a polite smile. “You uh- You from Brooklyn?” They ask, their smile, albeit slightly, starting to get a bit bigger. Bucky stared at them with wide eyes and slightly parted lips due to his shock. How the hell they’d picked up on his accent was beyond him, it had been so slight and so soft that he hadn’t even recognized it, not until this kind stranger had pointed it out to him.
“Um…yeah. Yeah, I grew up there,” He smiles, clearing his throat when he thought he’d hear his accent starting to act up. The person smiles, taking their cup when the barista handed it to them.
“Your accent is really soft for having grown up there,” Bucky nods, stepping up as he threw some money on the counter, muttering a quiet ‘just some regular coffee please’ before turning back to whoever this person was.
“Yeah, I moved away, spent quiet a few years in Russia,” The person nods, making a soft ‘oh’ sound as they do so.
“So grew up in Brooklyn, spent a few years in Russia, you seem like quite the interesting guy Mr…?” Bucky smiled, grabbing his cup when it was handed to him.
“My name’s James, but you can call me Bucky,”
Needless to say the two bonded and that’s how they ended up where they were today, sitting in Avengers tower together, attempting to make Pancakes.
“What the hell’s in this batter?” Bucky mutters as he scoops some of the thick liquid up, turning to give (Y/N) a little glare. “This ain’t edible doll,” (Y/N) smiled widely, his accent shining through just a bit.
Sometimes, more often that ever, Bucky’s accent had a little habit of poking through his years of dialect and language training and every time it did (Y/N) couldn’t help the wide smile that overtook their features.
“Can you say it again,” (Y/N) whispers, all dopey eyed as if Bucky had just proclaimed his undying love for them (which he already had, just to clarify).
“It ain’t edible doll-” Bucky stops mid ‘doll’, instead electing to glare at (Y/N). “You know I hate my accent,” He grumbled, turning back to the very clumpy pancake batter.
“But I love it,” (Y/N) pouts a bit, watching as Bucky unhappily attempted to work out the pancake batter. “Try more milk,” (Y/N) smiles softly as Bucky drops the spoon in the bowl, groaning softly.
“If I knew trying to make pancakes was going to be this difficult I never would have tried,” He grumbles, turning to grab the carton of milk.
“C’mon,” (Y/N) smiled, watching as Bucky angrily ripped the cap off of the carton. “Don’t pour too much in,” They add softly, trying not to smile as Bucky turned to glare at them once again.
“You’re the reason our batter looks like this,” He smiles at them, betraying his previous glare. “How do you know what our batter is supposed to have?”
“I know it’s not supposed to have half a carton of milk like you had previously suggested,” (Y/N) chuckled, shaking their head a bit. “Okay, we can either continue with this or we can go to the pancake house down the street and make Tony clean all this up,”
“I’ll go grab you a coat,” Bucky smiles at them, quickly darting off to grab the supplies for their early morning pancake run.
“No,” Bucky smiled softly, gently readjusting his ‘pupils’ legs. “You’ve gotta put your foot right here,” He was teaching the younger shield agents how to fight and to say it was difficult was rather hard. “Fists up here,” Bucky grabbed their wrists gently, positioning them in front of their face. “See, ya almost got it the first time,” (Y/N) smiled from a distance, watching at Bucky trained one of the younger agents, his patience for them never running thin.
“Hey,” The student asks, starting to lower their fists when Bucky gently redirected them back up. “You wouldn’t happen to be from the same place as Peter? Peter Parker?” Bucky smiles, blushing slightly as he realizes that his accent had been starting to come through once again.
“No,” He states, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s from Queens, I’’m from Brooklyn, sorta similar but sorta not,”
“Your accent is nice,” The student compliments, “I like it,” Bucky smiled a bit wider, chuckling as he looked to the floor. He looked to the side a bit, catching the gaze of that infamous person he loved so dearly. They gave him a little smirk before mouthing the words ‘I told you so,’
For the most part Bucky was able to keep his accent under control, he made sure that for the most part no one could detect it and if he did accidentally let it seep into his words he was quick to cover it up. However, there was one time where it was absolutely futile to covering it up, no matter how hard he tried it always shone through.
“’M tired,” Bucky whines, his accent much thicker than it usually was.
“Then go to sleep,” (Y/N) stated simply, gently running their fingers through the brunette’s hair.
“I can’t, not with that damn light shinin’ overhead,” (Y/N) chuckled, looking up to the ceiling lights they had installed, small little orbs of light in the white ceiling.
“Bucky, I’ve got to study for this upcoming quiz and-” Bucky groaned exaggeratedly, nuzzling into the crook of (Y/N)’s neck.
“I just got back from spendin’ an entire weekend with Steve an’ Sam, sleepin’ on the cold, hard ground and now that ’m here with you you don’t even want to pay attention to me?”
“No, don’t pull that on me,” (Y/N) sighs, setting their textbook down. “You know I love spending time with you,” They reach over, gently scratching at his scalp. Bucky sighs softly, making a noise akin to that of a purr, nuzzling even closer to (Y/N). (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as they gently played with his hair, relishing in the small noises of contentment they were able to pull from his lips. That’s when the idea sprang upon them, causing them to chuckle darkly. Bucky perked his head up a bit at the sound, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted against the light.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” They smile wickedly, now running their hands over his hair. “I’ll pay attention to you if you promise to keep your cute accent up,”
“That ain’t fair doll,” Bucky muttered, pouting sleepily. “You know I hate my voice an’-”
“And I think it’s darling and you need to use it more. C’mon,” They tuck a stand of loose hair behind his ear. “Steve would love it too,” Bucky remained silent only for a moment, finally speaking up when (Y/N) began to pull away, even knowing that they couldn’t stay away for too long, they loved to cuddle just as much as he did.
“Fine, fine, I’ll start usin’ my real voice, you happy?” (Y/N) smiles, reaching back over to play with his hair.
“Say it again,” Bucky sighs, despite the smile on his face.
“I’ll start usin’ my real voice, you happy?” (Y/N) hums, smiling proudly.
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