Old Flames and New Battles
Pairing: Established!Bucky Banes x Reader
Mentions: Ex!Dean Winchester x Ex!Reader l Platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 480
Warnings: None
Summary: An old flame shows up at the Avengers Compound asking for help.
The familiar rumbler of the impala echoed through the underground garage of the Avengers compound. You felt your stomach twist— not th fear, but with the weight of old history. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen Sam and Dean since you had traded salt lines and holy water in for vibranium shields and super-soldiers.
Knowing that when the hunters show up at your door, it’s never for a social visit.By the time the elevator doors opened, you were waiting in the hallway with your arms crossed along your chest. Your eyes meeting the once familiar green ones. His usual cocky smirk faltering for just a second before he recovered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our runaway hunter turned superhero.” Dean taunted. He stuffed his hands into his pockets “Miss us?”
Sam shot him a look of annoyance before turning to face you. “We need your help. Something big. And Weird. Even for us.”
You motioned for them to follow, leading them to the compounds living room. The moment you stepped into the common area, you felt Bucky’s presence behind you, before you even saw him. He had a way of knowing when you were in a situation he might need to back you up on.
Dean’s jaw tightened at the sight of Bucky towering behind you. He glared at Bucky’s hands on your waist. His vibranium arm slightly catching the glint of light. Bucky’s blue eyes filled with sharp curiousity.
“Winchesters,” Bucky greets in a gruff tone.
Dean’s gaze continued to stay on Bucky’s hands. You saw the muscled in his jaw tick.
“Barnes.” Dean greeted, his voice tight. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did have a thing or the brooding types.”
Bucky let out a warning growl as he clenched his teeth together, glaring at Dean.
You sighed rolling your eyes, while lifting your hands to rub your temples. “Not now, Dean.” Your tone sharp and precise.
Sam cleared his throat, visably uncomfortable with the lingering tension in the air. “We’re dealing with something we’ve never seen before. Something that’s taking out hunters, and fast. And, well…. We figured if anyone would have experience with weird, it’d be the Avengers.”
You exchanged a knowing glance with Bucky, who gave a small nod.
“Alright,” You say while crossing your arms along your chest. “Let’s hear it.”
As Sam began explaining, you could feel the weight of Dean’s gaze lingering on you. It went unsaid that he was jealous of the life you had built with Bucky without him.
The unspoken truth hung between you. The hunt came first. It always did.
