But Loki as D. B Cooper because he lost a bet to Thor implies Loki and Thor have been messing with Earthlings for hundreds of years and like creating unsolvable mysteries.
Shit, what if Bigfoot was just Thor in a bear suit once?
summary: who could have guessed that electrocuting someone could end up in love?
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
Words: 2.8K
TW: fluffy as hell, an itty bitty angst, talking about america's ass™ and mention of beating thanos' ass
A/N: this is a part two to this piece, it's very fluffy as the first part was hella angsty!! i hope this makes up for all the angst 💗 (i think it can be read as a stand-alone piece though, you'll just miss some references!)
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism
Somehow it was like you were the first to listen
To everything we said
My smile's an open wound without you
And my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back
- homesick at space camp, Fall Out Boy
The first time you met Bucky was during one of your first training sessions at the compound.
Freshly recruited by Natasha because of your extraordinary powers, you were trying to electrocute a dummy doll that was in the middle of the room, without touching it. Natasha was yelling things at you, willing you to do something, trying to get you riled up so your powers would manifest to a proportion they never had before.
Your abilities were still very new to you - touching something could generate tiny sparks from within you, a little crackle of electricity flowing from your fingers to the object, rendering it useless. At home, you had burned through 3 toasters before you noticed you were the problem, not the crappy appliance.
A few members of the team had wandered in after their own training session, mainly to check what exactly you were capable of and how training of the newest recruit was progressing.
Everything in the room was made of a plushy material, except the metal harness that was sitting around the dummy doll. The goal was to eventually electrocute every material possible, but right now only conductors like metal worked.
Well, apparently vibranium worked as well, because when the small sparks on your fingers were tingling with a golden hue around them, you misdirected the stream of electricity towards the only other conductor in the room - Bucky’s vibranium arm.
Bucky was lucky you weren’t very powerful yet, because the small sparks only short circuited his arm for mere moments, the golden sparks dancing over his arm up towards his flesh shoulder and disappearing when they reached his skin.
The sparks that were illuminating your hands immediately faded out as you ran over to check on Bucky as he groaned, his fingers in an unnaturally tight grip as his arm refused to move.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” your hands came up to your face as you felt heat rising to your cheeks. Meeting the team had been awkward enough as is - they had been working together for so long, they knew each other inside out. Now you just electrocuted one of the members, probably breaking the arm.
“It’s- it’s fine,” Bucky grunted as he rubbed the shoulder with his other hand, there was a small red flicker in the arm that didn’t predict anything good.
“I’m gonna have to call Shuri,” he added as he checked the plates that were moving on their own.
“I am so sorry,” you apologized again as you felt the electricity tingling at your fingers once more.
“Please,” he said as he eyed your fingers that were creating tiny golden sparks, “if you do it again I’m not sure my arm will survive.”
You hid your hands in the pockets of your sweater and cringed, “can’t really control it yet, sorry.”
“Stop apologising, will ya?” he pointed out, as he nodded his head towards one of the many conference rooms, “I’m calling Shuri, but you should tell her what exactly you did. She can determine whatever needs to be done so it doesn’t happen again.”
Natasha rolled her eyes at Bucky but let you go anyway, knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything during that session anymore because you felt so bad for electrocuting Bucky.
* * *
“So exactly how many volts did you send through his arm?” Shuri’s voice flowed through the speakers, her hologram leaning a bit towards Bucky’s elbow to check some things from a bit closer.
“Uh, I guess somewhere around 250?” you guessed as you stared at her hologram that was lighting up the room, “that’s what the meter said when I tested it recently.”
She let out a loud cackle and threw her head back, “that must’ve pricked didn’t it, white wolf? I know you’re secretly more of a baby than you let on!”
Bucky just scoffed, but a smile was present on his face nonetheless. The time he spent in Wakanda made him grow closer to Shuri with her wit and sarcasm that didn’t stray that far from his.
Shuri gave you and Bucky instructions on how to reset the arm, to get it back into shape. you found some rubber gloves, hoping to not electrocute the man again and followed whatever Shuri said to a tee.
And that is exactly how the two of you grew closer than ever. Everytime he needed someone to substitute for Shuri’s hands, he dragged you to the lab to help him. When Shuri wasn’t immediately available, you’d talk about missions and then about what your favourite show was and eventually why it was so difficult to get a normal cup of coffee in this country that wasn’t overflowing with sugar.
When he complained about how hot it was in the lab, even though the compound had state of the art aircon, you’d let your hands sift through his long hair and braid it, so it didn’t stick to his neck anymore.
After hours, you’d sometimes train together in hand-to-hand combat, as Bucky had stated that you couldn’t rely on your abilities alone - what if you ever have a black out, like in an electrical facility, if that’s possible or what if someone is entirely made of rubber, you never know these days!
He understood why you locked yourself in your room after you accidentally hurt someone with your powers, as he did the same when another horrible memory made its way back to his thoughts. It felt like he was the first one who really understood how disgusting you felt when you saw a friend fall to the ground because of you, the moment playing on repeat during your nightmares as well.
It didn’t take long before you found yourselves on the roof of the compound together, looking up at the stars and quietly laughing about Sam’s rigorous glutes workout, because he too wanted to be America’s Ass - he already had it, but you didn’t mind watching him sweat in the gym when you were on the treadmill.
It wasn’t a surprise to you when Bucky’s soft lips slated over yours one night, the cold metal of his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced over your collarbone. You inhaled his scent and buried your face in his neck afterwards, embarrassed about the way you were tongue tied and couldn’t express anything but a shuddery sigh.
Everything about him was intoxicating, from the way he held onto your hand under the table at dinner, lightly rubbing his thumb to calm you down when Natasha was teasing you, to his cocky grin as he threw you on the training mat after a sparring session, his body dipping down faster than you could pull him down by the neck of his shirt.
Bucky had you wrapped around his waist when you were sitting on the back of his motorcycle and around his finger, too. He was smitten with you, too. Every time you broke an appliance, a replacement would be there the next morning, a small post-it note stuck on it with a stupid joke on it, never failing to make you feel better.
Bucky told you he loved you for the first time in the meadow not far from the compound, the stars a perfect backdrop for his declaration of love, as your eyes were shining just as bright as the galaxy. Needless to say, you only returned back to the compound in the early morning, your clothes just a little more wrinkled than before, but dopey grins on both your faces as you didn’t let each other out of sight for the next few hours.
* * *
The moment his warm embrace wasn’t waiting for you when the spaceship landed, everything around you broke apart. The meadow wasn’t the same as it was before, and the secluded spot on the roof was now just a windy and cold place without Bucky’s broad frame blocking off the wind.
His motorcycle that was still parked in the garage became dusty, his helmet still hanging around the handlebars, as if he had just come back from a drive.
Your fists were raw from using the punching bag as if it were Thanos himself, using the techniques Bucky had taught you, when his big hands on your hips would correct your stance so you’d be able to beat someone up without hurting yourself.
The first year went by like a high speed train. The whole world had fallen in chaos, as well as the Avengers. Nat had done her best to get everything in order, but you didn’t miss the bags under her eyes and how she sometimes choked up and left the kitchen when someone brought up a memory.
Your powers also started manifesting at random moments, especially when your emotions were getting the best of you. One time it was so bad, you had depleted all your powers and ended up in the medical bay, where Bruce was trying to figure out how your powers had turned on you - it felt like they were trying to kill you.
After that scare, you started to go through the grieving process like a normal person would. Your therapist suggested journaling or videoing the proces, so you’d be able to see how far you had come already.
The journaling had been hard, it reminded you so much when Bucky would leave post-it notes or when he would doodle on your hand during a movie he just didn’t find interesting at all.
Videoing proved to be the perfect way to deal with everything. One problem your therapist didn’t think of - every video was addressed to Bucky, which wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it did make you feel like he was just on a very long mission.
You recorded when you ate soup out of the container, because preparing a bowl was just too exhausting. You recorded yourself after you had a sparring with Natasha and you recorded the process of your powers becoming stronger than ever.
After the spaceship debacle with Tony, you tried to use the electricity you could generate for powering things - instead of only short circuiting things and people. You wanted to use your power for good as well, not only destroying things and people.
So the moment Scott Lang showed up at the compound again after 5 years of being in the quantum realm with the ridiculous idea of time travel, you didn’t think twice and even used your powers to help the machine work to its fullest potential.
* * *
When the familiar tune of Bucky’s ringtone finally started going off on your phone, you knew Bruce had succeeded in correctly using the infinity stones to bring half of the population back from nothing.
Even seeing his face on the caller ID made everything feel like it was falling back into the place it was before the snap, the familiar blue eyes making your heart beat out of your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your body again. It felt like spring - your body was slowly coming back to life again, after being dormant for the winter season.
You pressed the green button, but once you heard his smooth voice on the other side of the line, you couldn’t help but let a sob come out. Every emotion that had passed through you the last five years came back to you, the heartbreak when you realized Bucky was gone, the grief when you realized he wouldn’t be coming back, the emptiness deep inside your heart. The emptiness had been the hardest to deal with, along with the memories that made their way back in the most inconvenient moments.
“Hello, y/n? Where are you?”
“Are you okay, y/n?”
It had been over five years since you heard his voice that wasn’t a voice mail or one of the many videos on your phone, but it still sounded the same, even over the crispy noise through the phone.
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay now,” your hoarse voice managed to get out, tears ready to spill.
“I’m- I’m coming to get you Bucky,” you breathed out, “stay where you are.”
You didn’t even wait for Friday to open the doors that were still in lockdown mode, as you touched your finger to the touch screen, sending a few volts through it and opening the door.
Tony had made some sort of disapproving sound, but you just ran through the compound, straight to the quinjet that was on a landing platform outside.
You were preparing for take-off, the routine stuck in your head as Natasha and Steve also boarded the plane, eager to see their friends that had disappeared in Wakanda all those years ago, too.
When the quinjet finally landed in Wakanda, you rushed out of the back door that was opening way too slow for you.
And there he was.
Bucky was standing next to a ton of other people, but the only thing you could see was his brilliant smile and his blue eyes that were now looking at you again.
In a second you were in his arms again, the hug you missed for five years. You inhaled his scent as you buried your face in his neck, a sob now wracking through your whole body as you realized he was finally back.
After he had soothingly rubbed his hands over your back for a few minutes, you pulled back to scan his face. You memorized every feature on his face that hadn’t changed a bit in 5 years, as if it was the last time you would ever see him again.
“You didn’t change one bit,” you gasped, your fingers tracing the familiar lines on his face, “your scruff is still the exact same, it-, it still has this patch.”
“You did change quite a bit, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he put his hand under your chin to get a better look at you, “I like the hair.”
“Got a few more scars as well,” you let out a wet laugh as Bucky wiped his thumbs under your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears that kept coming.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky softly said, “I can’t imagine how hard it has been.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Bucky,” you tried to get him to realize, “Thanos handed us our asses.”
The quinjet was filled with your friends again, and when you landed at the compound again, Peter Parker flung his arms around your neck as well.
The Avengers were whole again, ready to finally defeat the purple giant that had been plaguing your galaxy for years.
With Bucky next to you, you weren’t afraid to use your powers against the alien army that was waiting for you.
You lost some people along the way, had to say goodbye to friends and go to many funerals, but afterwards, you ended up at the meadow with Bucky, the stars once again shining brightly above you.
The weeks after, you showed him the journals and the videos you made during the Blip. It was hard to see yourself again during the worst years of your life, but you were also grateful for the growth you had gone through.
You showed Bucky your powers, showed him how you could power a single solar panel as well as power a small town, just with a snap of your fingers.
The last thing you showed him was the video you made on the spaceship, when you thought you would be the one to disappear in the black nothingness of space.
Bucky teared up, his blue eyes an ocean you were happily drowning in as he watched how bad you looked on the spaceship, your voice only a ghost of what it usually was.
When he heard the part about the failed proposals, he scoffed but he rolled onto you, the grass tingling in your neck as he pressed a few kisses against your lips.
“Now I’m gonna do it for real,” he whispered as he dipped down again to press a string of kisses from your jaw to your throat and even lower, the hot summer night a blanket over the two of you.
And yeah, eventually he was able to get on one knee and ask you the question he had tried to ask you a million times before. Of course, you knew when he was going to do it, Bucky was still as un-subtle as ever, but when he finally put the ring on your finger, you still cried.
Bucky finally had his happy ending, and you had yours.
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