Summary: Bucky deals with a thief in the compound.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, the word kiss
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The past couple weeks, y/n had been more recluse. Spending more time in her room. Bucky couldn’t help but think it was his fault. So he decided to surprise her.
When he walked into her room his heart broke into a million pieces.
“Y/n? How could you?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
“Buck this isn’t what it looks like I swear.” Y/n pleaded.
“How could you betray me?” Bucky said.
“I didn’t betray you.”
“That’s not what it looks like from here.”
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Peter called them a power couple. In most ways, he was right. Bucky and y/n had been dating for a couple months, and since then, they had become inseparable. Especially at movie night.
Y/n was in no way a small. She had muscles and could snap you in half, but she also had soft parts on her body. ( Bucky loved it because it was comfortable for him.) She was a tank. But on movie night, she made herself small. She cuddled into Bucky, and huddled beneath many, many blankets for warmth.
On this particular movie night, all the blankets were gone, they were either in the wash or another teammate had them. But either way, y/n was cold. She pressed herself up against Bucky extra tight. Not that he minded, of course, but she was shivering like a chihuahua.
“You know, doll,” Bucky whispered into her hair. “If you’re cold you can get one of my sweatshirts.”
“Really?”
He laughed. “Yes really.” As soon as he said that, y/n jumped up and ran to his room. It didn’t even take her 20 seconds to come back in his biggest sweatshirt. She repositioned herself at his side, and nuzzled into his chest.
“Happy now?” He asked. He could feel her nod.
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He didn’t get the sweatshirt back for a couple of days. Which to be honest, was expected. But soon things started to disappear. Or he thought they did. He would miss them for a couple days, then they would magically reappear.
He found it odd, but never investigated. After all, he had other problems to worry about. And he was sure it really was happening. That is until his favorite hentley and sweatshirt go missing. He starts to get nervous.
He has a weeklong mission coming up, and he knows that he wants his sweatshirt for when hgets back. After days of searching for them, he gives up, and decides it isn’t worth it.
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Bucky’s weeklong mission? Took two days. Apparently the rookie criminals didn’t expect the Winter Soldier to be waiting for them. He was thinking about telling the team, but he wanted to surprise y/n.
The past couple weeks, y/n had been more recluse. Spending more time in her room. Bucky couldn’t help but think it was his fault. So he decided to surprise her.
When he walked into her room his heart broke into a million pieces.
“Y/n? How could you?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
“Buck this isn’t what it looks like I swear.” Y/n pleaded.
“How could you betray me?” Bucky said.
“I didn’t betray you.”
“That’s not what it looks like from here.”
“Bucky, you’re being dramatic.”
“I have been looking for that hentley and that sweatshirt for days. And here you are, wearing them.”
“Are you mad?” Y/n said, looking down at the floor.
“I would be,” Bucky said, lowering his voice and walking closer. “If you didn’t look so adorable.”
“So you forgive me?” Y/n said, with a smile forming.
“As soon as you admit you’re a rotten thief.” He said, practically standing on top of her.
“Never!” She said with her arms crossed.
“Well then, good day Miss Y/L/N.” He said, walking towards the door.
“Wait!”
When Bucky turned, he found y/n running toward him, pinning him to the ground. “Ow.”
“You’re right, I am a rotten thief,” she said, smirking. She leaned in and gave him a long kiss. “And I take what I want.”
summary: you forget the most important part of your kids birthday party; the cake. but thankfully, a local patissier is more than willing to help you in your hour of need
warnings: fluff
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“Balloons.”
“Check.”
“Party bags.”
“Check.”
“Gluten free hot dog buns for Rhiannon?”
“Check.”
“Cake?”
“...Shit,” you looked up from the spread that covered your dining room table. It was a variety of party supplies; banners, uninflated balloons, garden games, party hats, party food. But no cake.
“We could just go to the mall?” Wanda suggested as you slumped into a dining room chair, a defeated groan escaping your lips as you threw your head back.
“She’s five, Wan, I want this to be special,” you pouted, “plus, it’s the first one since…” you trailed off, closing your eyes, and Wanda smiled sadly. You had been working hard lately, both in your career and at being a single mother. It wasn’t easy, holding down a full time job, dealing with the grief of losing your partner, and then raising your daughter at the same time. But, you were determined to make everything in Leila’s life perfect. Including her 5th birthday.
“I know a guy that makes cakes,” Wanda smiled, a scheming tone to her voice. You opened one eye and frowned.
“It’s not the chef you tried to set me up with last month, is it? Because I told you, if I meet someone, I meet someone, I don’t need you-”
“It’s not the same guy,” Wanda was quick to butt in and she covered her eagerness well with a cough, levelling her voice as she pulled out a card from her purse and began writing on it, “that guy was a chef. This guy is a… baker.”
She handed you the card and you read over it.
James Barnes.
Pâtissier.
On the other side was a number, an email and, in Wanda’s rushed handwriting, an address that seemed to be ten minutes across town. You sighed, reaching for your phone but Wanda stopped you again.
“Go see him now, he won’t mind.”
You frowned at her, glancing at the name again. It didn’t seem like it was the same guy. The guy she had tried to set you up with the other month had a strange name... Buck? Bucky? Something like that. Still, you were a little apprehensive about just knocking on his door and asking him to bake your kid a birthday cake within the next twenty four hours.
“Are you sure? His card seems pretty fancy…”
“That’s just Bu-James for you,” Wanda nervously laughed, standing and grabbing your coat, “Go, I’ll look after Leila for you whilst your gone. I think Pietro would appreciate another hour or so of play time.” She nodded at your two kids who were playing with a toy kitchen set, Leila chopping fake plastic vegetables as Pietro pretended to fry an egg.
“Alright,” you sighed, letting Wanda help you into your coat, “Leila, I’m just going out but Auntie Wanda will watch you two for a bit so behave, okay?”
“Mom!! You made me cut my finger,” she frowned up at you playfully, clutching her uninjured finger with a frown on her face. You crouched down next to her with a smile, reaching out and taking her hand in yours. You frowned at her finger, pretending to examine a non existent cut, before placing your lips against her finger, making an over exaggerated smooch sound.
“There we go,” you grinned, pressing another kiss to her forehead. She giggled and went back to cooking.
“See you in a bit,” you waved to Wanda as you grabbed your keys and left the house.
“Enjoy,” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows a little as you shut the door, the comment too late for you to respond with anything but a frown as the door closed.
James Barnes’ house was in a nice area, probably nicer than yours. It was a small detached house, painted white with olive green shutters and a porch covered with climbing ivy. When you rang the doorbell, you heard a clattering of bowls from inside, presumably from the kitchen, and then steady footsteps making their way to the door.
“Just a minute,” someone called from behind the door as a jangle of keys indicated the person was opening the door. You thought about who could be behind the door. Maybe an old guy with posh glasses. Wanda had said he was fancy. Maybe he was French… no his name wasn’t French. Maybe British?
“Sorry, I was busy in the kitchen,” the man said with a laugh as he opened the door. Your lips moved to smile but they faltered slightly when you were greeted with what can only be described as a baking god the other side of the door.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Young, probably the same age as you, and a slight stubble shadowed his cheeks. His hair was long and scraped back neatly into a bun and he was dressed in chef’s whites, almost spotless although his flour covered hands indicated he was in the midst of a recipe.
“Can I help you?” James quirked an eyebrow at you when you stood there a minute not speaking, and you had to shake yourself back into looking normal again instead of some gormless stranger. You put on your best smile, taking James aback.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting you but, are you James Barnes?”
“Yes,” he frowned at the card in your hand and you raised it a little to indicate that’s how you’d found him.
“Wanda told me you could help me? It’s my daughter’s birthday tomorrow and I have this big party planned but I… well… I was bound to forget something and it just so happens to be-” you glanced at his flour covered hands again and smiled sheepishly, “-the cake.”
James frowned, turning to look through the hallway to kitchen, where he was halfway through making some Petit Four for the shop tomorrow. He didn’t make children’s birthday cakes. Far from it. And Wanda knew that. So why did she send you to him? Directly?
You noticed his hesitation, chewing your lip as you mulled over your options. You could apologise for assuming and go to the mall or…. You could try and sweet talk him.
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself,” you smiled even wider and Bucky lost the nerve to tell you he wasn’t that kind of baker. You held your hand out, “my name is Y/N.”
Y/N. And you were friends with Wanda. Suddenly it all clicked. You were the girl Wanda had told him about last month, and had continued to tell him about every time he saw her since, despite the fact that you didn’t want to go out with him. He remembered Wanda saying you were single, that your partner had died a little under a year ago, and you had a daughter, Leila, five years old. You worked hard at your job, and even harder as a mother, and you were perhaps the sweetest person on the planet.
“Even sweeter than this ganache, Bucky,” Wanda had hummed, swiping a finger through the bowl of chocolate as she followed her friend around his kitchen.
One thing Wanda had been wrong about. You were even prettier in real life.
Without thinking, Bucky reached out, grasping your hand in his to shake it. A poof of flour erupting around your joined hands like a mushroom cloud. Bucky’s eyes widened as it settled on your black jeans, expecting you to leap back and yank your hand away. But, to his surprise, you held onto his hand, laughing as you nonchalantly brushed the flour away.
“Oops,” you chuckled, and Bucky smiled, opening the door wider.
“Sure, I’ll help you,” he gestured for you to enter, chewing on his lip, “erm, let me just tidy this up and you can tell me what you want.”
“It’s nothing too difficult, I just… wanted it to be special, you know?” You glanced around what you could see of his house, appreciating the simple yet homely decor. When Bucky walked through to the kitchen, you followed. Your jaw dropped at the room. It had clearly been recently renovated, and it was probably larger than your kitchen and living room combined. The cabinetry was a sleek white and the countertops a beautiful white marble. There were multiple ovens, four it seemed, in a square inside one wall of cabinets, and there were two large fridges.
“Wow, do you work from home?” You turned to Bucky who scratched the back of his head nervously.
“Erm, sometimes,” he said, in a way that you knew you wouldn’t be getting much more out of him. He quickly cleared away some bowls of delicious looking mixtures to a corner of the kitchen before turning back to you.
“Okay, well… let’s start with her name,” Bucky gestured to a stool behind the large island and you sat, trying not to stare at his arms as he rolled the sleeves of his whites up, leaning on the counter across from you.
“Leila,” you said, even though Bucky already knew, and he smiled.
“Pretty name.”
“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, smiling proudly. Any compliment of your daughter made your heart sing.
“She likes the colour yellow. And sunflowers. She’s obsessed with tweety bird, you know, from Looney Tunes?”
“Old school,” he raised an eyebrow at you and you pursed your lips. You didn’t want to tell him it was something your partner used to watch with her but from your expression, Bucky knew that already.
You cleared your throat.
“She likes bees too. Anything yellow really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “my parents bought her this beautiful chestnut coloured teddy bear but for a year she refused to sleep with anything but her bright yellow rubber duck. She had a beak imprint on her face every morning.”
Bucky laughed with you, unable to control the wide smile that spread across his face at your own blissful joy as you reminisced.
“Okay so yellow. Any allergies?” He asked, producing a notepad from a drawer and scribbling down notes on things you’d just said.
“No. I mean we have one kid coming who is Coeliac but I was going to find a gluten free alternative for her anyway,” you explained, frowning when he wrote that down anyway.
“And you need it for…”
“Tomorrow,” you nodded, chewing your lip, “I’m really sorry it’s so last minute.”
You reached into your bag to pull out your wallet but felt Bucky’s hand cover your own. He was reaching over the counter and when you looked into his eyes, you got lost in the blue. He gave you a small smile, squeezing your hand softly.
“Wanda’s a good friend,” was all he said and you could almost cry at his generosity. Without thinking, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pulling back with a beaming smile. Bucky was acutely aware of how red his cheeks were becoming after that small amount of affection, feeling his heart beat a thousand times a minute.
“Thank you, James,” you stood, “I’m really sorry but I left Leila with Wanda.”
You rounded the counter and flipped over a page in the notebook, scribbling down your address and then your number. Bucky watched over your shoulder, ideas already running through his head about the cake. You tore out the page, folding it once before handing it to Bucky.
“Again, I can’t thank you enough, James.”
Bucky took the paper from you, the distance between his body and yours a little too close for a regular conversation, but neither of you seemed to mind.
“Please,” he finally stepped back, tucking a stray hair that had fallen from his bun behind his ear, “call me Bucky.”
“I still cannot believe you let me go to that man's house and make an embarrassment out of myself, thinking he was a completely different guy to the Bucky guy,” you waved around a balloon, still slightly out of breath from pumping it up. Wanda rolled her eyes and your other friend, Natasha, chuckled as she tied a knot in an already inflated balloon.
“You didn’t make an embarrassment of yourself,” Wanda hit you with a balloon and you glared at her.
“How would you know?” You grumbled, tying a knot in the last balloon.
“Well,” Natasha grinned, falling into a chair as your shoulders dropped in relief, “now all that’s left to wait for is the cake.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you sighed.
A couple of kids had arrived for the party, but only the ones whose parents you were good friends with. Steve and Sharon’s kid; Sarah, Sam and Natasha’s son; Lev, Wanda and Vision’s son; Pietro, and Bruce and Thor’s daughter; Rosa. They were all playing in the garden, with the various garden games you’d already set up, as the parents milled around helping you set up the party.
For the next few minutes, you went outside to watch the kids with Thor and Sam, laughing as Rosa triumphantly beat Lev at a game of cornholes. But, no amount of childish fun could drown out the shocked voice of Steve as he opened the door.
“Bucky?”
You whirled around, excusing yourself quickly from your post with Thor and Sam, and ran inside to the front door. Steve was stood in the hallway, a frown set on his face as he tried to comprehend the appearance of his best friend stood in the doorway, a large yellow box in his hands and a plastic bag hanging from his arms.
“Bucky,” you breathed out, glancing with a frown between Steve and the pastry chef, “you two know each other?”
“Since we were kids,” Bucky smiled, turning his attention to you. You nudged Steve out the way, opening the door wider and letting Bucky into your home. It was smaller than his, and each room seemed to be home to some toy tucked away in the corner. There were family portraits on almost every surface. Some of you and your daughter, some of you and your daughter with who Bucky assumed to be your partner, and then some of just you and them.
“Sorry about the mess,” you apologised, leading the man into your much smaller kitchen which had different trays of party food littered across the surfaces. The adults had all gathered in the conjoining living room, from which they could watch the children in your garden. Most waved at Bucky, addressing him by name in their greeting, and you tried not to look too taken aback that it seemed like all of your friends knew him.
“Looks like a good party,” he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but mirror the smile. He set the cake down on the counter space you’d cleared for him carefully.
“Well, it’s about to get a whole lot busier,” you looked at your watch, noting that it was nearly 1pm, the start time on the invitations.
“I can’t thank you enough for this,” you smiled, and something about the way he looked into your eyes and didn’t step back when he turned and you were closer than appropriate for a noral conversation, made you reach out and squeeze his forearm appreciatively. Your hand lingered and Bucky chewed his lip, trying not to let the blood rush to his face.
Wanda had been right. You were sweet, insanely pretty and from the looks of the effort put into this party, a wonderful mother.
“Do you wanna see?” He murmured, eyes still not moving from yours. You frowned and Bucky cleared his throat, gesturing to the box. You took a breath to regain your composure, turning towards the box on the counter. You felt the eyes of your friends on the two of you and tried not to let them see your flustered expression.
Bucky lifted the lid carefully, arm brushing yours as he did so. You couldn’t help but gasp at the contents.
It was a two tier cake, the bottom layer white and the top black, but each had a dripping effect yellow icing running down the side like paint. On top sat a golden bird cage, a perfectly formed tweety bird sat inside. There was a sash around the cage, reading “Happy” then a large space “Birthday, Leila”.
Growing from the yellow icing over the white cake, were small chocolate sunflowers, elegant bees painted onto the black background of the top cake.
“I… I didn’t know how old she was turning so I left a space,” Bucky murmured, pointing at the gap between Happy and Birthday on the sash.
“Five,” you whispered, still in shock from the beautiful cake that graced your eyes. Bucky nodded, reaching into the plastic bag to produce a small piping bag. You watched as he elegantly piped ‘5th’ in between the two words, hand steady.
“Wow,” was all you could say, feeling tears well in your eyes. Bucky chewed his lip, unsure of what to say or do now, so he pulled out a smaller box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a cupcake topped with yellow icing and smaller tweety bird, this time not enclosed in a cage.
“For the Coeliac kid,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You looked at him in awe for a second, before you acted upon complete instinct and pulled him into a big hug, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Oh my god, I could kiss you,” you laughed, feeling happy tears run down your face. You pulled back, looking into Bucky’s eyes as he blushed a deep red at the thought of it.
“Thank you, honestly. This is more than I could’ve asked for,” you smiled.
“Wow, Buck,” Steve stepped around the counter and the two of you pulled away from each other awkwardly. Bucky cleared his throat letting Steve slap him on the back.
“You don’t even make cakes for my kid,” Steve pouted and Bucky spluttered, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he tried to form some sort of excuse that would save his dignity.
“But,” you frowned, “you’re a baker, no?”
“No!” Steve laughed, answering for Bucky with a shake of his head, “Buck’s a patissier. He owns
Le Loup Blanc in the city.”
You choked on air, glancing between Steve, Bucky and then a sheepish looking Wanda as you processed that information.
“But… that’s michelin starred…” you felt yourself turning sickly as you realised you’d just put a michelin star pastry chef to work on a children’s birthday cake for the last twenty four hours. Bucky tried to reason with you, holding his hands out as he commenced a speech about how it was no big deal, when suddenly your daughter ran into the kitchen, holding something up to show you, only for it clatter to the floor when her eyes were captivated by the masterpiece.
“Is that my… cake?”
There was a silence, you still unsure that you could even form words at the moment. So Bucky acted on instinct, bending down to your daughters height.
“Sure is, darlin,” he smiled at her.
“Did you make it?” Leila asked, little eyes wide in awe as she pointed at the cake that was too high for her to reach.
“I sure did, want a better look?”
Leila nodded and Bucky scooped the girl up, lifting her so she was at your height, looking down at the cake.
“TWEETY,” Leila gasped excitedly, prodding a finger out to point at the caged bird. You gulped, glancing around at your friends with wide eyes as you processed the information you’d just recieved. But they were all watching Bucky with a fond smile on their faces. You watched to as he described each element of the cake. When he’d finished, Leila had a massive smile on her face, and you shook yourself into mother mode.
“What do you say, Leila?” You pressed, smiling at her.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she grinned at Bucky, wrapping her arms around as much of his shoulders as she could in a grateful hug. The group of adults awed and Bucky blushed again, setting the girl down on the floor so she could run back to your friend.
“I’m so sorry,” you said as soon as she was out of earshot, covering your mouth with your hand to express your shock, “I swear, I didn’t know, I- I would never have asked such a thing of you if-”
“-Hey, it was my pleasure,” he tried to give you a reassuring smile, but you still shook your head, not noticing the disappearing of your friends into the back garden to join their kids.
“But, I took so much of your time,” you breathed out, lip quivering as you were about to lose it over how crazy this was.
Bucky didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was because you looked like you were about to break down. But he was pretty sure that it was because ever since you’d shown up at his doorstop, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else but that date Wanda had promised him that never happened.
“How about you let me take up some of your time, you know,” he stepped closer to you, feeling bold, “in return?”
You held your breath, brows furrowing into a frown as you processed his words.
“Like… like a date?” You squeaked out, feeling your heart going crazy at the soft look in his eyes. Bucky smiled, chewing his lip.
“I have to go back to the shop now,” he murmured, stepping away from you, and you felt your chest deflate a little. You nodded, leading him to your front door on shaky feet.
“Dinner, tomorrow? At eight? I’ll pick you up,” he almost pleaded when he was halfway out the door. You wanted to say no. Just to spite Wanda. But the idea of spending time with this man you were pretty sure was an angel made your lips curl up into a smile.
“Okay,” you nodded, chewing your lip. Bucky couldn’t help but beam brightly at your answer, eyes darting down to your lips. Without a second thought, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.
You wanted to be taken aback, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been wanting that to happen since you laid eyes on the man. So you kissed back gently, tasting a faint taste of caramel on his lips. Bucky rested his forehead on yours for a second, before pulling away with a small laugh.
“Sorry, I just,” he shook his head, hair falling around his face, “been thinking about doing that since you brought it up.”
There was a teasing tone to his voice that made you giggle like a schoolgirl. Finally, Bucky sighed, stepping back down the steps of your porch towards his car.
“Desserts on me,” he winked as he turned to leave and you smiled again.
“Hopefully literally,” Wanda’s voice made you jump and you whirled around to glare at her. She grinned sheepishly at you as your glare hardened.
“What?”
“I’m still mad at you,” you muttered, shaking your head as you closed the door. But Wanda knew from the smile on your face, tomorrow night you’d be thanking her.
Summary: Y/n has baby fever, Bucky does not share her sentiment
Warnings: Its fluffy and angsty if you squint
A couple years ago, after the snap, he met her. She helped him heal, cope, and live again. She taught him to love.
In July, Steve died. It hit him like a truck. Crying, ripping out his hair, he would fight her, as she tried to get him to eat. And yet, days past, weeks past, months past. And she still stayed by his side. Slowly, he began to eat again, he chose, to eat again.
It was hard, but he got through it. She helped him. He decided this Christmas, he’d get her a ring. But he never thought he’d hear these words. No, not from her.
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“Bucky I can’t believe you!” Y/n screamed.
“Doll, all I said was-“
“What did I just walk into?” Sam asked, coming into the kitchen.
“My boyfriend said he doesn’t love me anymore!” Y/n said, very close to tears.
“Aaaaand I’m out,” Sam said.
Bucky grabbed him by the arm. “You’re putting words in my mouth, doll.”
“That’s what you said Bucky!”
“No, I said that we can’t get a puppy. Not that I don’t love you.”
“That’s the same thing.” Y/n whined.
“Sorry Buck, I’m on her side.” Sam chuckled, walking out of Bucky’s grip.
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It was a trap. Why was it always a trap? He knew the “let’s go visit Clint” was a ploy.
When he and y/n got to the farm. Clint had to take Lucky to the vet. He asked Bucky to come in case Lucky had mobility problems. He asked y/n because she liked dogs. It seemed innocent.
Wolf. In. Sheep’s. Clothing.
Turns out that Lucky didn’t have an appointment and was perfectly healthy. Which didn’t make any sense, until Clint pulled up to the animal rescue.
Bucky looked y/n in the eyes. He mouthed, “e-v-i-l”, but she just giggled and pulled him inside.
The lady, who must have run the place, took one look at Bucky and his arm and disappeared. Y/n caught onto that and immediately intertwined his metal arm with her arm. Bucky immediately relaxed.
Not ten seconds after she disappeared, the lady came back with a smile. “I think we have the puppy just for you.”
She led them into the back room, where a fluff of gold was waiting. Bucky had to admit, he was cute. Y/n crouched down and waited for the pup to come to her. When he did, he sniffed her hand, and began licking her.
She began to laugh and her voice went up about three octaves when she talked to him. He had never seen her like that before. But then, she looked back at him, beckoning Bucky to meet this dog.
Bucky was a bit apprehensive at first, but the dog wasted no time at all in licking his hand. Soon Bucky’s voice was up a couple octaves. He was entranced.
The lady came back, and asked them to leave. So they bid goodbye to the dog and walked to the front desk. “I must ask if you will be taking the dog home.”
Y/n looked at Bucky expectantly. “We’ll discuss it.”
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This Christmas was by far the most expensive Bucky had ever seen. Aside from the stuff he usually bought, the ring had to be perfect. So naturally, it was expensive.
On Christmas morning, they came to sit at the tree with the rest of the avengers. They opened gifts, laughed, and had a great time.
“Wait y/n, I have one more gift for you,” Bucky said. “But you have to close your eyes, and cover your ears.”
She smiled really big as Bucky went to get the gift from the garage. He stopped about three feet in front of her with it. “Open them.” Bucky said. Y/n didn’t. Perhaps telling her to cover her ears wasn’t well thought out. “Sam can you tap her?”
Y/N’s eyes opened as a rush of gold and read ran into her. She gasped. It was the puppy. It was her puppy, with a big red bow tied around him.
“Bucky! This was so sweet!” She said, cuddling the dog. “What are we gonna name him?”
“I dunno, I was kinda thinking….Steve?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Y/n looked the dog in the face. “It fits.” She gave Steve a big kiss. Then she gave Bucky a (smaller) kiss. Maybe, he thought, he would wait on the ring. After all, she was a tad bit preoccupied.
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A/N: by baby fever I mean baby dog, if that wasn't clear. I really loved writing this and I thank you for reading it. As always feedback is appreciated! Happy scrolling!
summary: based on this... the team have a quiet night in which ends up with you dancing in the kitchen
warnings: fluff
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The team usually tried to eat dinner together on a Saturday. But half of them had come back from a mission this morning, tired as hell and the other half had had a particularly wild Friday night out and those that had hangovers were just not in the mood for small talk. So it was silently agreed that Saturday night family time was cancelled this week.
You still had to eat though. You had been with the half that had went out last night and although you weren’t completely hungover, you were thankful for the opportunity to eat your mac and cheese alone in your room.
At around 7pm you padded into the empty and silent kitchen of the Avengers base, pulling out the pasta and cheese sauce packet from the cupboard. You immediately asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn the Avengers Radio on. It was Tony’s music and it consisted of cheesy 80’s songs and classic rock but it was the perfect sing-a-long music for when you were down.
Singing along to the end of It’s A Long Way To The Top (If You Want To Rock And Roll) by ACDC as you measured out the pasta, not aware another presence had joined you in the kitchen.
Bucky was in the other half and was battered and tired from the mission. It was only his third one since his rehabilitation period and joining the Avengers and it was taking a toll on him. He was either left defeated over his lacklustre performance or scarred by the violence. This time it was the former and despite Steve’s encouragement, he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.
But when he saw you singing and dancing in front of the stove, he couldn’t help but smile. He pulled a microwave meal from the freezer, standing next to you to read the instructions and prep the dish.
You jumped and blushed at the strangers presence but smiled up at him.
“Evening.” You greeted and Bucky just flashed you a half smile back. This kind of interaction wasn’t uncommon. Bucky was a reserved guy and barely spoke a word to anyone other than Steve and Sam. Nobody wanted to push him into being social either but everyone had silently celebrated with joy when he’d turned up to the first Saturday family dinner a few weeks back. It was taking a while, but he was slowly easing into the place.
Peter Parker’s voice echoed through the speakers and you rolled your eyes. That kid loved being the DJ. After an adorable intro, Kiss by Prince began to play through the speakers and Bucky beamed.
“I love this song.” He said, making you jump again as you tipped pasta into boiling water. As he popped the plastic film of the meal, he began humming along, unable to stop himself from swaying a little to the song. You smirked at him and sung a-long to, thankful for his relaxed company.
“Turn it up, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Bucky called and the AI complied, the music blaring louder from the speakers. He began strutting in time with the music over to the microwave, placing the meal in there for three minutes. He then joined you at your side.
You can't be too flirty, mama
I know how to undress me
Bucky’s voice joined yours and you laughed, your hips moving in sync with the music. Bucky copied your movements as you sang to each other, forgetting the meaning behind the words and just enjoying the company.
Let me be your fantasy
And maybe, you can be mine
You turned back to stir the cheese sauce and Bucky started doing some crazy Dad dance moves that made you giggle, your hips slowing into a shimmy.
You just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time
You don't have to be rich to be my girl
You don't have to be cool to rule my world
Bucky stepped closer to you and you let the sauce and pasta cook on its own, singing loudly to the song as the super soldier shimmied tot he floor. You ignored the intense beating of your heart as you took in the happy smile on his face and continued swaying your hips a little.
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your kiss
Bucky got super close to you then, his body behind yours as you focused on the pan. You heard his dramatic high-pitched voice in your ear and laughed, beginning to body roll. As soon as the lyrics said Kiss, Bucky took your hips in his hands and spun you around so you were against him. You gasped but soon smiled, Moving your hips against his as the happy guitar music played in time with your movements.
I think I'd better dance now
Bucky was too lost in the song to realise the sexuality of your movements, relishing in the feeling of dancing with a girl. He hadn’t done that in a while. His hands let go of your waist so he could start playing air guitar. You took the opportunity to move back to the stove, singing the next verse.
Women and girls rule my world
I said they rule my world
Act your age woman, not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl
You were aware of Bucky dancing behind you but weren’t aware of how funny his actions were. He spun and thrust and kicked his way through the verse, voice becoming ragged as he ran out of breath. You kept shimmying your hips, tipping the now cooked pasta into a bowl with the cheese sauce.
You don't have to watch Dynasty
To have an attitude
You gotta leave it all up to me
My love will be your food
Bucky’s had ran across your hips, brushing your ass gently and you froze for a second but when you saw him jamming out intensely you smiled, joining in the dancing.
You don't have to be rich to be my girl
You don't have to be cool to rule my world
You watched his hilarious movements as he fanned his shirt in time with the music, trying not to stair at his abs underneath. The next lines, the two of you screamed loudly together, heads banging energetically as you placed the pots and cutlery you’d used in the dishwasher.
Ain't no particular sign, I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your kiss
His hands found your hips again, pulling you against him to move with the beat and you laughed, putting your all into the movements, hair flying wildly around you. Bucky couldn’t help but smile down at you, watching you lose yourself in the music and his hold.
As the song came to a close, Bucky caught your eye, his chest heaving as he caught his breath from all the moving around. You stared back, an amused smile on your face. He didn’t pull away, his hands remained fixed on your waist and his hips were still against yours.
A cough interrupted the two of you from your position and both of you sprung away from each other, looking at the source of the intrusion. Steve stood in the door way, eyebrows raised, with a smirk on his face. Both of you blushed, mumbling defences but it was no use. You quickly grabbed your mac and cheese and hurried out of the kitchen. Steve stared at Bucky who opened and closed his mouth like a fish, thankful when the beep of the microwave intruded his thoughts.
“What was that?” Steve asked, standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t leave the kitchen without explaining.
“Dancing.” Bucky settled with and Steve smirked, letting his friend push past him.
“You should’ve kissed her!” Steve shouted after him and Bucky sighed. He should’ve.
