Amelia silently fidgeted with her hands, standing before him, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, I know,” she murmured. Hell, she had a hard enough time remembering that for herself, and she hadn’t experience near the level of trauma that Bucky survived.
“But...well, maybe that’s why I’m here,” she offered, her voice still quiet. “So that way, I can remind you when you forget.”
The corner of her smile twitched upward at his attempt at a joke, a breathless chuckle coming from her. “Hm. Well, in either case, I promise to be nicer than Sam and not call you a senior citizen at least?” she teased in turn.
Arashi waved bye to Steve and Bucky as they headed home. For once, he was actually looking forward to seeing them again, possibly for another game of paintball. Arashi had actually enjoyed the game and had a lot of fun, even though it was like training exercises he'd done in the past.
"Thanks for this. Thanks for having patience with me and treating me like a normal person," Arashi told Sam, still smiling. "To Hydra, I was nothing but a weapon, an attack dog, not a human being," he explained. "They thought of me as less than a person, never giving me choices in any situation, never letting me do anything on my own." Arashi stopped himself before he started rambling and ruined the mood.
"Anyway, yes, I'm hungry. I'm sure I'll like whatever you recommend," he replied. "I had pasta once. That was the one time I'd tried cooking for myself, which wasn't allowed. I made macaroni and cheese. It turned out good actually, though I ended up burning myself on accident."
A/N: This drabble got requested by an anon: Clint, Loki or Bucky aren’t super close with the reader, but after the reader breaks down due to the loss of their mother, they comfort the reader.
I’m immune to most things I write or read - creating a healthy distance so to say - but sometimes writing something hurts like hell. Well, this was one of those. I feel so bad for the dear anon who requested this muse; personally I wouldn’t know how I would cope with the loss of my mother who is also my best friend.
And because I don’t know, I kinda struggled with the ending with this drabble. I have no clue how to comfort someone who just lost their mother. I think this kinda resonated in the characters, hence the open-ish ending.
I really hope this helps and take care, darlings <3
Warnings: loss of loved one, Loki is a little shit, author is bad at comforting.
Three weeks you had been away from the Avengers Compound. Three weeks in which you had to deal with arranging a funeral, family members, and what not after your mother had passed away. You hadn’t told the Avengers why you had left so suddenly - Tony probably knew with all the technology available at his fingertips, but he hadn’t pried. Thankfully!
Now you were back at the compound and silently you moved into the common-room, grabbing a glass of water and sitting down on a stool on the kitchen-isle.
Three weeks of hell had passed, but now you were back it felt as if it had been three years. Still, nothing had changed.
Loki, Bucky and Clint were well on their way to have a fight (again), both humans closing in on the God who was grinning at the men with something that could only be described as sheer delight.
Of course the Avengers bickered. It didn’t matter if they were Gods, enhanced humans or normal humans who were experts at what they did - if you put so many people in the same place to live with each other, they are bound to argue and fight some times.
Though Loki was another thing and he tried to drive everyone to the edge. You figured it was part of his game, to get a rise out of everyone, and that he loved the attention even though it was negative. He often mocked and taunted the Avengers and once in a while you had been on the receiving end of that mockery too.
It always escalated unless someone broke up their fighting - usually Thor, he seemed to be the only one who could temper the angry God’s rage. It reminded you of the fights you had with your siblings, only stopping until your mother broke it up.
Your mother...
She was gone now.
Suddenly your entire brain screeched to a halt, stricken with grief and tears formed in your eyes. You would never see her again. Never hear her voice again. Never feel her warmth anymore when she hugged you and that bitter realization still hadn’t set in.
Before you were aware you were crying, burying your face in your hands as your shoulders shook with every sob. Everything around you became eerie quiet though you barely registered it.
Someone called your name and you only had half a mind to pay attention to it.
“Are you crying for me?” Loki asked with a grin you really wanted to punch of his perfect face. “I assure you that I can handle these two. No need to shed tears over it.”
Arrogant, cocky, spoiled, condescending-
“Shut up, Loki,” Clint growled. “This has nothing to do with you!”
Clint and Bucky walked to the kitchen isle, standing across from you while the God stayed back, studying his nails as if it was the most important thing in the world.
“What is wrong? What happened?” Bucky asked. His voice was rough, and the inquiries were a little gruff, but you knew that was how Bucky was - not wanting to waste more pretty words than necessary.
At least some things hadn’t changed...
You looked up from your hands, barely able to discern them through your tear-blurred vision. You didn’t want to tell them. You hadn’t told them three weeks ago and that stubbornness was still standing, but sooner or later the truth would come out and you wouldn’t be able to hide any longer. They would start asking questions, especially if you broke down every time.
You dried your tears, clearing your vision, and forced yourself to speak. To your utter shame - but to no surprise - your voice was small as your throat was constricted by the lump that had formed there. “My mother recently died.”
As you spoke the words they all looked at you as if the air had been knocked out of them. For the briefest of moments you caught Loki’s face contorting into utter anguish, but you might as well have imagined it or not seen it properly as it was gone in a minute.
Clint was the first one next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders to soothe you. “I’m sorry to hear that. That is awful,” he said, pulling your head to his chest and stroking your hair to soothe you.
A fresh wave of tears took hold of you. You hadn’t expected Clint to be so... caring. Then again, you hadn’t known what to expect anyway.
Bucky had already moved to your other side, awkwardly patting your back. “Anything you need or want? Something to eat or drink?”
You shook your head against Clint’s chest. All you wanted to do was cry and bury yourself in a heap of blankets, or punch someone in the gut really hard. You were sure both could be arranged if you just asked for it, but your constricted throat barely allowed you to breathe.
Maybe you just didn’t know what you wanted.
You almost jumped out of your boots as a door slammed shut with a loud bang, and when you peeked out from the corner of your eyes you noticed Loki was gone. Of course. What had you expected? That soulless bastard caring about your well-being? That notion was laughable.
Bucky’s hand fell away and he moved to the counter, muttering something about making coffee.
Clint’s hand replaced the vacant spot Bucky had left. “What can we do for you?” he asked softly. “I- we don’t know what to do. What you want or need, please tell us.”
You took a shuddering breath. “I don’t know,” you confessed, more tears rimming your eyelids. “Just-” you swallowed. “I think, just hold me and hug me for now.”
Clint nodded and his grip around you tightened. “That I can do.”
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A/N: If you have a request, just drop it in my inbox. (Please, read the explanation there.)
Perhaps it was a little silly to have a near Gatsby-themed birthday party for Bucky, but the others seemed really on-board with having a roaring 20’s themed party, so Amelia went all-out for his. The whole common room in the Tower was decked out in golds, black, glitter, balloons, and lights—set up even with a decked out snack table and a mini-bar. Jazz music played as everyone was mingling.
Amelia’s hands still had some gold and dark grey smudges from decorating his cake. She felt a little shy in this gold dress Natasha talked her into wearing, as it was not something Amelia would have usually worn, but she thought she looked nice in it; hopefully, Bucky would, too.
She waited until the birthday boy was by himself. She already gave him a nice whiskey glass for his birthday, but she had another one, meant for only his eyes only. She smiled sweetly as she walked up behind him. “Happy birthday, Bucky,” she greeted him, holding out the small red box containing the keychain and a unique looking key.
Koi sends in smexy pics of her muses to leave Amelia in awe
It was day three of their New Zealand trip, and one of the things from their honeymoon package was a trip to a spa. It came highly recommended, and with all the stress of wedding planning, Amelia thought she earned it. She tried to tell Bucky it was fine if they cancelled, but he still insisted they could go.
Amelia couldn’t help but steal several glances over at Bucky as they walked over to the spa. She’d seen him in that black leather jacket dozens of times, but for some reason, and maybe it was because they were pretending to be husband and wife, it just looked…different on him some how.
“Welcome to the Tekapo Springs Day Spa!” the receptionist greeted with a polite smile. “Do you two have a reserveration?”
“Um, yes. I paid for it under the name ‘Amelia Davidson’. This is my husband, Bucky Buchanan,” she answered, flashing a shy smile to her dear friend before returning her gaze to the receptionist.
“Just married?” she guessed with a knowing grin. “Well, congratulations, you two!” There were a couple of click-clacks from her keyboard. “Ah. Yes, here’s your reservation. It looks like first up is the hot pool. Now, if you’ll follow our associate, they’ll lead you to your treatment room to let you change, and that’s where you’ll receive the rest of your services,” she explained.
She quietly thanked her as a young blond man, skin tanned with grey eyes approached them. He clapped and rubbed his hands together. “Alright, if you two will follow me, we’ll get you two started on your day of relaxation.”
She looked over at Bucky, still smiling, as she reached out, taking hold of his prosthetic hand. “Ready, honey?”
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The coolness of the metal on Bucky's hand helped to ground Amelia to the present. Her eyes glanced up to meet his gaze, glossy with tears, the tips of her cheeks a slight shade of pink. She didn't speak a word, instead waiting on Bucky to talk first.
Amelia glanced over at Bucky, and to her credit, she did try to smile at him. She honestly tried, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s okay, Bucky,” she quietly attempted to reassure him, not wishing to burden him. He already had enough o his plate, she figured, he didn’t need to be bothered with her problems as well. “I’ll be fine.”
Once again, Bucky and Amelia were up late. But it was these little quiet moments, just with the two of them, that she enjoyed the most. They were talking, snuggled up on the couch when there was a soft chime that went off on her phone, letting her know it was midnight.
“I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be right back,” she excused herself as she regrettably untangled herself from Bucky’s arms, and she did in fact fix herself up a cup of coffee (caffeine-free), so she did tell the truth... She also fixed one for Bucky and brought out a surprise for her boyfriend:
A stack of funfetti pancakes, topped with fresh whipped cream and a lit candle.
“Happy birthday, Bucky Bear,” she murmured and kissed his temple before she handed him his plate.
