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Summary:Â Natasha rigs the Secret Santa because she knows Bucky has a crush on one of his colleagues
Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x colleague!f!reader
Warnings:Â Use of Y/N and feminine pronoums, a few mentions of food, mention of christmas and gifts, two idiots in love
Word Count:Â 4.1k
A/N:Â This is the 2nd Xmas OS of the series. My favourite so far. Please do share and like if you enjoyed it, it means a lot!
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Secret Santa.
Bucky hated it. He didnât understand that concept. Buying a gift for someone â needless to say, a coworker that he didnât know personally â only by obligation. He wondered who had thought of this first and how it had become a so-called tradition. He would have rather like to go to the restaurant, share a drink with the team and be done with it. No, now, he had to choose a piece of paper to select for whom he was going to think about what to give them. Like it wasnât already pure torture to think about what to buy for his own friends and family.
He had tried his best to leave the room every time Natasha had showed up with her glass filled of all those tiny bits of paper. It was all before she took the matter in her own hands and decided to confront him up right outside his condo at the compound. It was up to three pieces of paper that Natasha had reordered in a particular order after she had showed up at his doorstep.
Bucky could see the ambush from a mile away. She wanted him to pick a particular piece of paper, the one right in front of him. His mind raced through a million of possibilities yet, he couldnât see why she would act suspiciously. This was just a stupid Secret Santa, one of the too many that would be organized around the world that year. There was no reason for her to trap him. No reason at allâŚ
Still, he couldnât get himself to pick up the paper directly in front of him. He was smarter than this, he thought; he wouldnât fall into whatever trap she had lay for him. He rather selected the one piece right at the back; just because it felt like the most rational thing to do. As his hand went to get the paper, he couldnât help but notice the sly smile that appeared on Natashaâs face. He tried to change his take for the middle piece â the one he had thought she wanted him to select in the first place â but she playfully slapped his hand away.
âYou touched it, itâs yours.â
The redhead winked at him as she handed her the tiny bit of paper. A lightning of dread struck Bucky as he understood he had indeed felt into a trap. Unfolding the white paper with his thumbs, his heart missed a beat when he read the name written on it. No doubt now why Natasha had done this on purpose.
It was all because of⌠Y/N.
Y/N was a Stark employee. She worked on Brannerâs team in another wing of the compound and their paths would have never crossed if it wasnât for Nathasha. Bucky was not sure how it started however, for a while now, the redhead had been teaching a self-defence course every Tuesday night for the Stark Industries employees. Bucky, Steve and Clint had come to help a couple of times and one of those nights was when he was paired with Y/N for an exercise. He spent the night teaching her how to get rid of an attacker if they got their neck from behind.
Afterwards, he seemed to meet her again everywhere: in front of the compound, at Tonyâs gala or even at some other Natashaâs courses. They immediately took off. Y/N was doing most of the talking and he liked to hear her voice. They talked mostly about books. She lent him some of the most recent New York Times best sellers and he found for her his favouriteâs volumes of poetry â some of the ones that he wouldnât admit to Steve he had read, back in the days.
Before they met, Bucky had never seen her in the Avengersâ wing, yet Y/N seemed to go more and more to that side of the compound. She went to have a quick break, exchange a book with Bucky or put a cake she had cooked in the kitchen. And this, of course, had not escaped to Natashaâs sharp eyes. Ever since, she had made it her aim of the year to get them together â or at least to get Bucky to confess to Y/N what she thought was his undying love for her.
Bucky could not lie; he indeed found her attractive, both inside and out. Yet, he knew he was just a friend for her. And even if she had the same feeling as him, he was not sure if he wanted to be in a relationship right now⌠He had a long list of reasons as to why not. He was just accustoming to this life back in the United States. He was gone for long periods of times, working with the Shield on breaking down Hydra. And most importantly, he was risking his life for a living.
He sighed and crumpled the paper in between his fingers, conceding that Natasha had won and that now, he just had to find a gift for Y/N.
A week before the Stark Industries Christmas party â the event at which they would exchange gifts, Bucky was still thinking about what he would buy for Y/N. He had already spent all his free time looking for the perfect gift, but nothing seemed good enough for her. The first thing he had thought about was books. He knew she would always like one however, he didnât want to buy her some random books. No⌠he was looking for something a bit more personal. Something that would put stars in her eyes and that would show her how much he appreciated her. Even only as a friend.
Only one week to go before the party and he started to feel a bit panicked. He had even considered asking Natasha for help â this was how stressed he was. However, he quickly made up his mind as he knew she would have liked that a little too much and she would have never let him live it down.
So, when he woke up that morning, he had decided that today was the day. He would finish that report for Steve, and he would search all the Internet for a gift. He would not leave his desk until he had found something.
Three hours later, a headache was slowly crawling right behind the bone of his forehead, and he couldnât think straight anymore. When he looked up from his laptop screen, he realized he had skipped lunch and that his stomach was rumbling. He would take a break and when he would get back, he would definitely decide on what to buy.
Arriving at the Avengers compoundâs kitchen to pick up something to eat, Bucky stopped on the doorstep. Y/N was facing back, making herself what Bucky guessed was a tea. Ever since he randomly took the paper with her name, he had tried to avoid her. Not that it was hard, she was locked in one of Bannerâs lab most of the time these days and he was also busy working with Steve on the mission they planned early in the next year. It was not that he did not want to see her. He just felt like anyone could see on his face that he was literally petrified by the idea of offering her something that she wouldnât like. And he also was pretty sure he couldnât keep a personal secret even to save his life.
Now that she was slowly turning to the other side, he had no other way than to speak to her. He also knew it would be suspicious if he continued avoiding her for too long.
âHey Y/N,â he said before going straight to the fridge. Too busy examining its content, he didnât realise she didnât respond and only look back to her when she let out a cry, startled to see him there. She had her earphones on that she was now taking off after the original surprise of seeing him.
âSorry, I hadnât realised,â he stuttered while pointing to his own ears. He mentally faced palm himself for acting like an idiot. He hadnât realized that she was wearing workout clothes and probably was just back from a run around the block, just like she did sometimes.
âNo worries,â she smiled, âI know Iâm not supposed to be here, Iâm just picking up a tea and Iâll be gone.â
He waved it off; none of them minded that she used the kitchen â it was made to be used after all. âGood run?â
âYeah,â she nodded. âWouldnât run a marathon, but it clears your head, you know?â Bucky didnât know, but he could imagine the feeling, his own demons always pretty much present in his own head. They stayed silent for a bit, each of them trying to find a subject for discussion.
Eventually, the fridge beeped loudly, complaining its door had been opened for too long. Bucky leaned forwards to grab some random ingredients to make himself a sandwich while Y/N grabbed her cup of tea and the Tupperware in front of her before making her way out.
âHey Bucky,â Y/N said just as she was about to leave the kitchen. âI know that we are not supposed to tell who we got for the secret Santa and everything⌠but would you like to go to the city this weekend? Iâve got some ideas, and I could really help a manâs opinion.â Buckyâs lack of respond made her continue: âI mean, if youâd like. And I could always help you pick up a gift for your Secret Santa as well.â Her cheeks heated up as she realized what she had implied so she was fast to mumble: âIf you havenât already, of course.â
Through he knew this wasnât a good idea â how could he buy her a gift while she was here â Bucky did the only thing he could do right now â he nodded.
It went without saying that Bucky did not find a gift for Y/N that afternoon. Instead, he spent it imagining the worst scenario about their trip to the city. He couldnât believe he had accepted and while he thought of excuses not to go, he agreed that it would be a little too suspicious. Once again, he could only resign himself to going on with the flow. After all, it could be a good thing, who else better than Y/N could tell him what she would likeâŚ
This was how he ended up picking up Y/N on an early Saturday morning and driving to the city. She had suggested going to a mall and while the idea to visit one on the last weekend before Christmas was not very appealing, he still didnât have any idea of what he would buy for her. So, he could only agree.
Y/N took advantage of the drive to go through a playlist of the 2000âs songs and educate Bucky on all the most iconic songs. Obviously, Bucky didnât know any of them, but they had a good laugh when he pointed out a couple of ambiguous lyrics and Y/N realized what they actually meant for the first time.
âAlright so for whom are you looking for?â Bucky asked after they entered the mall. Y/N looked back to him with a startled expression, as if she didnât expect to have to tell him it seems. âI can keep a secret,â he assured her in return, and she shook her head with a smile.
âLetâs say⌠My secret Santa is a man,â Bucky nodded, he did know that much, âIn his late twenties. Not fond of technologies. Amateur of arts. Doesnât like attention. Dresses casual, more practical than fashion.â
He laughed, imaging she was talking about Steve and his infamous combination of Jean-T-shirt-Jacket. âAny gift ideas you were thinking of?â
âI was thinking about an accessory. Not something cheap though. An accessory that would go with everything, be of good quality and last a lifetime. SomethingâŚâ she thought, âTimeless. You know⌠like a belt or else,â she shrugged.
Bucky nodded, a serious look on his face. He had heard a small weakness in her voice as she was explaining what she was looking for. She was anxious about picking this gift. She wanted to select the right thing. She wanted this present to be impactful. And he was going to help her figuring it out.
âI think the best option is to have a look at what we have here and then we can take it from there. What do you think?â
Y/N nodded, and they happily made their way through the mall. Thankfully, there werenât too many people at this early time in the morning. They did a couple of menswear shops, asking the sales assistant for advice and inspecting whatever they were suggesting. None of them found something promising.
After the sixth shop, Y/N seemed on the verge of giving up, while Bucky had made it his mission to help her find something. The truth was, if she found something, he was hoping she would forget they were also here for him to find a gift. So, Bucky bribed her by promising her a sandwich before he entered the seventh store.
This one was a vintage store, not a thrift store but a store proposing clothes and accessories inspired by second half of the twentieth century. Y/N went on to ask they showed them the belts they had. The saleswoman happily obliged and got back to them with a dozen of accessories. They ruled out the cowboysâ ones and were left with only four. All black or navy blue. All tanned leather. They would all go with a casual jean or a more formal outfit. Their differences resided only in the details. A most subtle buckle. A few inches larger. A different seam. A different texture.
Y/N stared at them frowning, a small wrinkle in between her brow. Even now, she wasnât sure which one to pick out. If she was listening to herself, she would probably buy them all. One never had too many belts, did they? Bucky detailed the expression on her face and could help to think she looked cute.
âIf this is for the person I think it is,â he didnât want to say Steve, even if he had no doubt it was him. After all this was supposed to be a secret, âI would go for this one.â
âWhat about this one?â Y/N pointed out the navy one.
âI personally like it better, but I donât think he would.â
âYouâre sure?â Y/N asked, still chewing on her lower lip.
âOne hundred percent,â Bucky acquiesced.
Y/N took all four belts and went to the cashier to pay. Bucky listened from one ear as Y/N and the saleswoman chitchat for a bit. He had a look about what other clothes they had in display and made a mental note to go back sometimes for a bit of shopping for himself.
A couple of minutes later, Y/N was back at her side with a bag containing her gift in a nice white wrapping.
âThank you so much for your help!â
Y/N gave Bucky a hug with one arm â the one that wasnât holding the bag â and she seemed to put all her gratitude. When she pulled back, the line between her eyebrows had disappeared and she looked relived, totally pleased with herself.
âLunch?â Bucky asked.
Just like he had promised, they got a sandwich, a lemonade and sat for a bit. They talked for a while; and for once, about something other than books. They discussed work and somewhat bet on whom was going to offer a gift to whom. When they lifted their head from their sandwich â or their lack of â to be precise, the mall was now teeming with people doing their last-minute shopping. Y/N grimaced and stated her dislike of the crowd, to which Bucky could only agree. How would she be happy to get home after they were done. Bucky then understood under the lines that she had indeed not forget about helping him find a gift for his own Secret Santa.
âSo, now,â she talked as she brushed her hands on her pants after having thrown away their sandwiches packaging. Â âWhat about you? What are we looking for?â
âI have no idea,â instead of lying, he had decided to be honest at least. âNot that I donât know the person, I just⌠donât know what to get them.â
âMan, woman?â
Bucky was grateful she did not ask him directly who it was. âWoman,â he indicated.
Thinking, Y/N had a look around her as if the shops around were going to give her the solution to all her problems.
âBooks?â She suggested, looking back at him. Bucky could help but grimaced; he had already ruled out this option himself. She had already a quite impressive collection of books and while she would like this, it would be way too easy to offer her one.
âAlright, no books then.â She looked around some more, and her eyes landed on a jewelleryâs shop. âA jewel, maybe?â
Buckyâs face went blank. He had not thought of this, but it suddenly felt like it was a lot. Who would buy you jewel for a silly Secret Santa? Not a coworker, he was sure of it. It would be too obvious, and besides, he would be offering it in front of everyone. If he were to do that, he was sure Natasha would call him out in front of everyone and he would rather not.
âNo worries, doesnât have to be an engagement ring!â She laughed and God, what a nice sound to hear, he thought. Her playfully making fun of him didnât ease the restlessness in his stomach though.
âCould be simple earrings or a brooch. What do you think?â
That, Bucky thought was a good idea. Something discreet and that she could wear with everything, yet something that would emphasize her natural beauty. It seems like the best idea he had never had. So, they made their way to the first jewelleryâs shop and were quick to make their way out of it. It had too much gold and their jewelleries were too big, too flashy, not her type at all.
They tried a second one where everything seemed so cheap that Y/N wondered out loud if people were really buying from there â once again, Bucky could only agree. They tried a third one in which the salesman immediately took them for a couple. Their cheeks went hot as if they were teenagers caught making out under the bleachers of the gymnasium. After they had denied, they separated to inspect the displays.
Bucky looked over a couple of display cases. When he saw that hair jewellery, he knew it was exactly what he was looking for. A piece discreet, she could use to have their hair up when she was doing experiments in the lab. A jewel she would also be able to wear for a more festive occasion. The only problem was that Y/N was only a couple of meters away and he had no ideas how he would be able to buy it without her knowing itâŚ
âFound something you like?â
Bucky jumped, not having seen Y/N coming back to his level. She had already had a look at the other side of the shop, but nothing had quite caught her eyes. Bucky mumbled something about a pair of earrings he had seen. They were simple, a simple loop, quite small and in a silver. Truth be told, he only thought they were okay, but it wasnât like he had a lot of options anyway.
Y/N examined them through the Plexiglas and Bucky fiddled with his fingers, obviously anxiously waiting for her opinion.
âLovely,â was all she said.
âYouâre not convinced,â Bucky retorted, a bit bitter.
âNo, no,â she shook her head and pointed at her ears. He then realized she didnât have her ears pierced. âCouldnât wear them personally as you can see. But these are really lovely, Bucky. Simple and would still go with everything. Itâs a good choice.â
Keen to be done with it, Bucky called after the salesman and let him he would buy those ones. He specifically asked for a receipt ticket, in case the person didnât like them â after all you never knew, he said. In reality, he was already planning to go back before the party and exchange them.
Y/N flashed him the biggest smile when Bucky had retrieved his purchase, and they made their way back to the car. As a gentleman, Bucky opened the car door for her and his cheeks got as hot as hers when she thanked him.
âThank you as well, for everything! I donât know how I would have done without you.â Indeed, he would have never found her gift had she not dragged him in this jewelleryâs shop.
âNext time, I suggest we do it earlier in December though. The crowd was a nightmare in there.â
Bucky watched as his coworkers, one-by-one, exchanged gifts. There were the most banalities. Some teas. A book. A new cup. A travel-sized bottle of perfume. It only made him more anxious. His own gift sat on his lap seemed to weight a ton. Was this really a good idea? Finally, he blamed himself for not having bought this Christmas novel that was recommended by all bookshops in town. At least, he would have been sure Y/N would have liked itâŚ
Bucky was so lost in his thought that he did not realize right away that it was now Steve opening the gift he had received. A small black box that looked way too small for a belt to fit in it. He frowned as Steve discovered a small iPod Nano and got up to give Tony a hug.
He instantly searched for Y/N, whom he found sat a couple of seats from him. She caught his eyes as if she had been waiting for him to look up at her. Her lips twist into a strange, somewhat nervous smile that Bucky couldnât quite comprehend. Frowning, he watched as she took the package in front of her before getting up.
Heart racing, he watched as she made her way to him. Only realising what he thought was really happening as she handed him the white package with a sly smile. He unwrapped the package knew exactly what this was in it. Just to think that he thought he had helped to pick out his own present.
To his surprise, he discovered another belt in the box, the one he had really liked that day.
âI asked the saleswoman to get the one you liked when you werenât watching,â Y/N explained, cheeks definitely as hot as his.
Bucky had to clear his throat. He felt all kinds of emotions looking at the belt in his hands. It was a lot of them, none that he could identify. It created a storm inside of him, though it wasnât one of those storms that would destroy everything in its path. No⌠It was a good storm. One of those that had hotness embracing you, making you fell love. And he simply couldnât believe it. âThank you.â
âIâm sorry that I- well, I kind of lied to you. I just wanted to get you something- something nice.â
âI know,â he said, taking the package on his lap. âI did too.â
âMe?â Y/N asked as if she couldnât believe it.
âYes, you.â
She laughed as she opened it and saw that instead of cute earrings there was a hair jewellery in it. Of course, he didnât offer her the earrings, she wouldnât be able to wear them.
She looked back to him with incomprehension in her eyes.
âI went back to exchange it,â Bucky explained, chuckling nervously of this whole situation and coincidence. âDo you like it?â
âYes! Itâs beautiful. Thank you so much!â
Y/N kissed his cheek and hugged him. Her embrace was like the storm actually surrendering him this time. Around them, everyone continued to exchange gifts, but Bucky couldnât care. They probably had never been this close. His nose was in her hair, and he could smell the perfume of her shampoo. He never wanted to let go.
On the other side of the table, he saw Natasha winked at him. The enormous smile on her face made him think it was indeed not a coincidence that Y/N also draw his name, but at this moment, he couldnât care less. He had everything he needed.
I have been rewatching films where bucky appears and I legit want to cry thinking about everything he went through, like I've imagined myself in his shoes. I am so wrecked with this stuff đ
