Summary: Bucky’s stubborn. He strives on set routines, the well known, the comfort of familiarity. You’re the complete opposite. And yet, you’ve chosen him. And he could get used to that.
Tags: extreme fluff, based on a song fic (by Camila Cabello so cute), secret relationship to out in the open, it’s pure fluff, domesticity, this is pure tooth rotting fluff
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If there was one thing that his friends found slightly annoying about Bucky, it was his stubbornness.
Maybe it was the fact that he had lost all control over his life when he was living as the winter soldier. Or maybe it was the fact that even back in the day, girls and other boys bended to his charisma and will so easily, that he wasn’t told ‘no’ very often. But whatever it was, Bucky didn’t like change. Change in scenery, change in his routine, change in the people surrounding him. He drank the same brand of drip root coffee each morning exactly at five fifty in the morning. He liked his freshly laundered clothes to be folded neatly and color coded. His morning runs were always the same distance, around the same buildings, and always left him about a half an hour to leisurely cool down, shower and eat breakfast.
You were the complete opposite.
He remembered being shocked when you’d drifted into the common kitchen late afternoon with mismatched socks and bicycle shorts concealed by the large box colored shirt draping over your knees, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you asked Bucky to make you a cup of coffee. He offered you five different brands and you just shrugged, sitting down with your legs crossed on the counter and asking him to pick anything.
“Anything?” he’d questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t care, anything.”
Shrugging it off as you simply being tired, he didn’t think much of it, pouring you a cup of black coffee as you smiled at him warmly. There were days, after all, when even Steve wanted to just lay on his sofa and eat whatever and do whatever, not wanting to think about anything too much.
But the more he watched you, the more he realized you lived your life that way. No real structure or set routine. You preferred to live life in the moment and be flexible to how the tide was changing. While he tensed up at the mention of a change to the mission plans, you simply nodded your head, welcoming a different opinion. While Bucky was careful of the image he projected onto others, you didn’t care, choosing to dance on the streets if there was a street musician playing or pulling on Thor’s hand during a gala and asking him to twirl for you. You drifted with the wind, sweet smiles and bubbly laughter falling from your lips wherever you went.
Theoretically, the two of you would’ve never worked out together. He wasn’t blind, he thought you were stunning the moment Fury introduced you into the team. The others weren’t, either. While Tony and Thor were shameless in flirting with you, it didn’t escape Bucky’s gaze that Steve’s pupils widened as he stared at you standing there, nervously looking up at the team through your hooded eyelashes.
When you mentioned that you were single- drunk on cherry wine and rambling during a team game night of “Never Have I Ever”- Bucky immediately thought that was absurd. Then his mind went off on tangents that night, thinking of how perfect you’d be with every member of the team. Thor’s optimism would meld well with yours. Tony’s humor, Bruce’s kindness, Steve’s conversationalism, Sam’s natural charisma.
You’d fit well with everyone on the team except him. In theory, anyways.
And yet, you’d chosen him.
