Hand in Babysitting ; Bucky B. ⋆˚꩜｡
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╰ 001 - Bucky Barnes ; Marvel -- One Shot
Pairing ; Post TB!Bucky x Teammate!Reader
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.
"I'll see you tonight, yea, babydoll?"