Y/N was new to the tower, Tony had hired her when he found Peter and similar to Peter Y/N didn’t have parents but Aunt May also took her in.
Y/N helped out at the tower when she could, often it was just cleaning up small messes the Avengers made. The messes were manageable such as pizza boxes and soda cans but when Thor came to visit he would be annoying by putting his hammer down in random places.
Y/N usually worked around it due to the stories the Avengers had told her but one day she just went ‘enough is enough’.
The random places Thor leaves his hammer was usually right in the middle of the living space so she just picked it up and sat it in front of Thor, “No more leaving it in stupid places” Y/N said before walking back to the living space to continue cleaning it.
Tony’s jaw just dropped while Thor and Peter just stared after her.
“Did she just pick up Thor’s hammer and place it there?” Peter muttered out of confusion.
“She is worthy” Thor said before running after her.
Character/s Includes: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker and Reader
Word Count: 1213
With the rest of the team busy in meetings or missions, Bucky was left in charge of the two youngest avengers. Peter and Y/N had been deaged while on a mission a week ago and while Bruce and Tony along with all of med bay’s employees were trying to work out how to fix them, Peter and Y/N were running wild in the tower and it was Bucky’s responsibility to tame them.
“Not that Peter, you may break it,” Bucky calmly said, grabbing Tony’s helmet before turning around and finding Y/N run out of the room.
“You can’t catch me,” Y/N cheekily let out.
After an hour and hoping the two youngsters had lost energy (they hadn’t), Bucky bent down to them.
“There’s a carnival in town. Would you both like to go?” Bucky asked as softly as he could.
“With rides and food and cotton candy?” Peter let out excitedly while Y/N sat there quietly.
“Yeah. How about you go put your shoes on?” Bucky said before Peter ran off.
Grabbing Y/N’s shoes, he sat in front of her putting the sandals on, “You okay Y/N?”
“Are they loud?” she whispered.
“Sometimes but I’ll be right there with you along with Peter.” Bucky spoke grabbing her hands so she was standing, “You are brave and safe with me which you should already know, Little Firebird.”
Before leaving the tower, Bucky was tasked with securing two booster seats into the back of one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. SVUs.
On the way to the show grounds, Y/N and Peter could be heard singing along to the radio which made Bucky look in the rear view mirror and smile at the two little kids making him realize the reality of his dream to be something more than a soldier or an assassin, he wished to be a mentor or just a father figure.
Pulling into the show grounds, he let Peter out first before taking Y/N out and grabbing both of their hands as they walked to the entry gate.
“Two children and an adult please,” Bucky said, smiling at the unhappy teen working the gate.
First step through the gate, Peter was trying to pull Bucky around, “Peter we will look around first before rides.”
“But that’s no fun,” Peter huffed, “I only came for rides.”
“Well that’s too bad, we will go on the rides later. For now we look at the exhibits and food before the rides and after the rides we will get showbags,” Bucky firmly spoke.
“You’re mean.”
“Well you’re not the only child here. There’s Y/N and about a hundred other children here.”
Looking at the art displays and animals, Bucky decided that Peter and Y/N could choose one ride each.
“Which ride would you most like to go on Peter?” Bucky asked while going down to their level.
“The biggest scariest ride there is that we can get on.”
“And you Y/N?”
“I don’t know yet, sorry,” Y/N mumbled out.
Rubbing her head, Bucky responded, “It’s okay not to know.”
Walking around the rides, Y/N looked at them all before stopping in front of the teacups.
“This ride. I want to go on this one,” Y/N let out softly.
“No! I will not go on that!” Peter screamed.
“You’ll go on this ride or you won’t go on any rides at all,” Bucky sternly spoke.
Lowering his head, you could still hear Peter mumbling, “This is a stupid ride, it’s for babies. I’m not a baby.”
Paying for tickets and getting into the mad hatter painted teacup, Bucky watched as Peter’s brave exterior dissolved before going back up again once Y/N looks at him.
Softly Bucky spoke, “This ride spins and the operator,” Bucky pointed at the man at the rides gate, “He will spin us.”
“Will it go super fast?” Y/N asked.
“Not really, not as fast as Tony’s driving.” Bucky responded earning laughs from both children.
As the ride go underway, Bucky watched as Peter held on tight to the side of the teacup so Bucky just grabbed both the kids hands.
Getting off the ride Peter let out a loud, “Never again. I’m never going on the stupid ride.”
Bucky knew it wasn’t out of hatred but instead fear so he patted Peter head, “Time for your ride Pete.”
“I don’t want to go on my ride, let’s just get showbags and go.” Peter stuttered out.
“But then that’s unfair. We were choosing a ride each and if I only get to choose it is unfair on you.” Y/N let out looking sadly at Peter.
Walking up to the kid sized rollercoaster Bucky noticed a problem, each car had only two seats meaning Peter would be stuck with a stranger but a deal is a deal.
Crouching to Peter’s height, Bucky placed his hands onto Peter’s shoulders before softly speaking, “This ride only has two seats per cart so you will be sitting with a stranger okay.”
Pouting Peter looked down and sadly mumbled, “Okay Mr Barnes.”
Getting situated in the ride, Peter was forced to sit next to was a man that was probably ten years older than Bucky appearance wise that had a permanent scowl on his face.
It took Peter only a few seconds after the ride started for him to start screaming his head off which trigger the man to yell at him.
The yelling only got worse once the ride stopped and they were off it.
“Why did you even go on the ride if you knew you were going to scream the whole time.” The man yelled shaking Peter violently.
“I’m sorry sir” Peter said looking at Bucky scared hoping that he would notice which he did.
Walking over Bucky pushed Y/N into his side before placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “Is he bothering you Peter?” Bucky asked softly but sent the man daggers.
“A little Mr Barnes. He told me that if I was going to scream so much I shouldn’t have gone on that ride.” Peter muttered out looking at the ground.
Looking directly at the man Bucky let out angrily, “It’s a children’s ride an adult man all alone shouldn’t have been on it unless you were there to see the children on it which I hope you weren’t because then it would be a police matter. Now apologise to Peter or the Avengers will be knocking on your door with him to make you apologise.”
“Sorry Peter,” the man said before huffing off.
After the argument between the man and Peter and Bucky it was time for show bags. Along the way from one side of the event to the other Bucky could feel the slow tug on his arm of someone slowing down. Looking beside him, Peter was there excited as anything but Y/N wasn’t, she was dragging behind and she seem tired. Stopping Bucky picked her up and Y/N immediately placed her head on his shoulder.
At the show bags Peter examined each on carefully making sure he would enjoy everything and when Bucky looked at Y/N on his shoulder she was nearly asleep.
Gently Bucky asked, “Which show bag would you like Firebird?”
Mumbling sleepily Y/N responded, “Princess one please,” before dropping her head back onto his shoulder and closing her eyes.
Sliding on the last T-shirt you owned, you knew you had to be careful, one spill on this shirt and your secret would be revealed. You pulled on your pants and styled your hair before walking into the kitchen to start morning preparations.
Putting the coffee machine on, you grabbed down two cups, one for yourself and one to take down to Tony like you always did every morning knowing he was already awake. As you set everything out to start the breakfast rush for food, the machine went off. Stepping away from the island counter to the the coffee machine you put Tony’s coffee into his bowl-sized mug before putting in sugar and milk to his satisfaction before heading to the lab a few floors below.
“Lab please, Jarvis” You said to the AI.
“Of course, Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is working on his suit again,” Jarvis responded.
“How long has he been up this time?”
“Nearly 36 hours Miss Y/L/N”
As the elevator door opened, you thanked the AI and walked into the lab. Tony mustn’t have heard the lab doors open because when you got near him, he jumped and ran into you spilling his coffee all over you.
“Oh crap, sorry Y/N. I didn’t hear you come in.” Tony rushed while running around the lab in search of something.
“It’s fine Tony, I’ll go make you another coffee”
“No no, I don’t need coffee, I need little hands,” Tony said grabbing your hands, “Good, small hands. Come.” Tony pulled you towards the boot he was working on, “I need the wire that’s between those two plates.”
Pulling out the wire he required, “You have ‘til I get back from changing to be done with this small task. After you’ve finished rewiring this boot can you please go to the sleeping bay please,” you said and when there was no response you spoke firmly, “Got it Tony?”
“Yes Y/N.” Tony responded, working.
Walking back to the elevator, “Jarvis, keep and eye on him and notify the med bay that I will be getting the sleeping gel for Tony.”
“Got it Miss Y/L/N” Jarvis’s voice responded.
“Thank you.”
The rest of the elevator ride was quiet thinking over when the best time would be to do the washing because not many of your clothes had been washed recently. Entering the room, you immediately stripped before going searching for another T-shirt and pants but had issues finding a clean T-shirt. Grabbing the first top you found, you put it over your head and pulled on a pair of black jeans.
“Off to Nat’s room I go,” you sighed before grabbing the small blanket off your reading chair and leaving your room.
With one hand holding the blanket around your shoulders, you knocked on the door and continued knocking till she opened the door.
“Y/N it’s 6am, why are you knocking on my door?” Nat said sleepily.
“I need to borrow at t-shirt from you,” you whispered.
“Why? You already have a shirt on,” Natasha replied.
“Can I step inside to show you?”
Stepping aside, Nat let you in and you closed the door before moving the blanket off your left shoulder.
“Barnes, are you serious?” Nat said rather loudly.
“Shh!” you replied.
“Does he know?”
“Would I be here if he did?”
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“Have you had the soulmate mark?”
“My whole life, since I was born my parents say.”
“And how long have you known?”
“Since I saw him in a singlet the first time?”
“He’s going to have a fit.”
“Who Tony, Steve or Bucky?”
“Tony and Bucky for sure. Steve I don’t know.”
“Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there and interrogate me?”
“I’ll have a look but I can’t promise”
“Thanks Nat,” you said wrapping your shoulders back up with a blanket, “I have to get back to Tony and make him sleep, but then I’ll be cooking breakfast so I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Nat nodded as you walked out her bedroom door and towards the elevator.
“Jarvis is Tony still working on the Iron Man boot?”
“Yes Miss Y/L//N.”
“Tell him to go to the sleep bay’”
“He’s not listening Miss Y/L/N.”
“Thank you for trying Jarvis.”
“Your welcome Miss Y/L/N.”
After a stop at the med bay, the time to the lab floor went quicker than you had expected, and stepping out of the elevator onto the lab floor, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders.
“Tony, it’s time to go to the sleeping bay,” you spoke softly.
“Not yet nearly done,” Tony replied, waving you away.
Taking in a deep breath, you used your stern voice that you only used on him, “Now Tony or I’ll have Jarvis lock you out of the lab and set of an alarm if you get in with another member’s security card. Isn’t that right Jarvis?"
"Yes miss Y/L/N,” Jarvis responded almost immediately.
For an AI, Jarvis was very connected to you more than anyone - even Tony who created him.
Tony dropped the screwdriver to the table before mumbling, “Traitor. Jarvis you are a traitor,” all the way to the sleeping bay.
After laying down, you held Tony’s left hand applying the sleeping gel onto the inside of his wrist. Within minutes, Tony was becoming sleepy and grabbed at the blanket around your shoulders pulling it over his upper body.
“Sleep tight T,” you said, tucking him in and placing a kiss on his forehead as soft snores came from him.
Entering the elevator, you had to ask, “Jarvis, is everyone still asleep?”
“No one has left their rooms Miss Y/L/N,” Jarvis responded after a few seconds.
“Thank you Jarvis.”
“Your welcome Miss Y/L/N.”
Entering the kitchen, you grabbed a few pans to make everyone breakfast. You were always the one who made breakfast, so you knew what each member liked to eat. Bucky and Steve couldn’t care less what they ate, Natasha liked to have salad, Clint just plain cereal and the two geniuses liked bacon and once a week, a breakfast burger.
As you were cooking Bruce’s patty for his burger, you heard a door open, so you thought nothing of it thinking it was Natasha, so you went about your business.
“Jarvis can we also add tomatoes and bacon to the…” You were made to stop when you felt warmth run over the scar that covered your shoulder like you had done over the years yourself.
“Add them to the shopping list Jarvis,” you heard Bucky’s voice finish up for you before going back to tracing you scar. “Did I do that to you?” Bucky’s voice said softly.
“No Buckstar, you didn’t it’s just my birthmark.” You replied flipping the burger patty over.
“That’s my scar Y/N/N”
“Maybe, but it’s also my birthmark,” you replied, putting the bacon in the pan which caused the oil to splash your arm, “Ow!”
Running the burn under water, Bucky spoke up again, “You also have a scar, right down your chest, September 2004. You had heart surgery.”
“Shh,.” you hissed.
“The others don’t know about your shoulder scar,” Bucky said, removing his shirt and putting it over your head before going to take the burger out and flip the bacon.
“No, Nat knows. I told her this morning when Tony split his coffee on me.”
Bucky smiled at you sadly, “They don’t know about the heart surgery.”
Sliding your arms into his shirt, you nodded, “It was to fix a leak in one of my valves.”
Removing the bacon from the pan, Bucky walked back over to you and hugged you tightly, “I’m sorry I gave you that big scar on your shoulder, it would have been rough at school.”
Steve happened to walk in, “What shoulder scar? Nothing has happened to Y/N’s shoulder.”
“Who said I hurt my shoulder?” you responded, looking at him like he had lost his mind.
“Your soulmate…” Steve shut up after that. “Bucky is your soulmate? You have had that scar your whole life. That’s rough.”
“I got my revenge.” You smiled running the finger down Bucky’s chest, which made Steve notice the scar.
Steve picked up a piece of bacon to bit into before taking everything else out and you plated the burger. Taking the plate to Bruce’s room, you ran into Nat.
“That’s Barnes’ shirt,” Nat said.
“He found out. Along with my chest scar, but I really need to get this to Bruce before it gets cold,” you said continuing your journey to the lab where Bruce now sat looking into the sleeping bay.
“He didn’t sleep last night did he?” Bruce asks taking the burger.
“Nope, he was awake 36 hours,” you replied.
“How did you get him to sleep?”
“Threatened to have Jarvis lock him out of the lab along with a security alert if he entered with someone else’s ID.”
“We know about the scars by the way, med bay told us along with Jarvis. It’s in your medical records especially the heart surgery.”
Life was going to be so much easier without secrets, but life for Bucky had changed.
*Bucky’s Point Of View*
“Steve can you believe it? I actually have a soulmate,” Bucky exclaimed while training with Steve.
“I know Buck, you keep saying that.”
“And it’s Y/N, she’s so strong. Heart surgery, living with my ugly scar and she’s protective along with motherly. Can I even have kids? Would she want kids? Are kids even good with our job?”
“Bucky you just found out she’s your soulmate and your already planning your lives together,” Steve laughed.
Off in the doorway, you stood smiling before yelling, “Kids sound nice, med bay could answer the fertility question and we could always take less active roles if we want.”
Can someone recommend me fics where Tony Stark gets a proper character arc? Where is it not the tango that Marvel does where Tony supposedly learns from his mistakes and then moves on supposedly a better man? Like Tony actually learns something, reflects on it, and actively changes!
And no, Steve Slander, please! I'm not asking him to be perfect. I just don't want to see a caricature of Steve.
