Silver Silence Part 9
Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader
Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.
Word count: 2,044
Warnings: Swearing as always
NOTES: feedback is really appreciated, sorry it took a while and sorry it’s a lot of information.
“Miss (y/n), Mr. stark requests your presence in the conference room immediately.”
A voice jerked you out of a blissful slumber, one filled with fantasies of how tonight’s date would go with Bucky. You groaned and rolled over, peering at the red screaming numbers of the clock.
7:13 am
“Tell him I’m on my way.” You mumbled back to the AI, luckily though he caught it and left you at peace. Your voice sounded slightly scratchy and robotic, as if static was clouding the used to be clear audio that was your man made voice.
You lazily stumbled out of bed, throwing on the nearest clean- or semi clean- shirt and pants and made your way down to the conference room.
When you arrived, all the avengers stood like a pack of wolves around a table, pointing angrily at different areas on an electronic map. It wasn’t long until tony noticed you, and spoke up, earning the attention of all other heroes. “Morning sleeping beauty.”
“Good morning.” You replied, but your voice had gone almost completely robotic, causing your hand to shoot up to your throat in worry. Everyone’s eyes were wide and concerned; all except Tony’s who simply smirked.
“Ah, I was afraid this would happen.” He pulled a small box, almost resembling an altiode tin out of his pocket and opened it, taking out a small chip. “Not to worry, iv thought of everything, as usual.”
He walked up to you and without warning, turned your head, moved your hair, and plunged the small square behind your ear.
“I created this little port back here for upgrades, that way surgery isn’t always necessary.”
He stepped back and motioned you to try it out.
“Thanks tony.” You tried, and it was clear, yet it seemed all eyes were still wide on you. “What?” you asked.
And that’s when you heard it, it wasn’t your voice, it was Tony’s, clear as day.
“Please don’t tell me this was your intention, when you said you updated her software.” Steve mumbled.
“Tony! What happened, did you give me your voice!” you shrieked.
“Calm down, calm down. No, although I’m sure you’d love that.” He hurriedly tried to explain. “Think of someone else; think of their voice, their tone.”
“What do you mean think of someone else?!” you yelled in frustration, and your sure if anyone closed their eyes they would think tony was having an argument with himself. “Why?!”
“Think of someone else, someone’s voice, just try it.” He pleaded.
You furrowed your brows but then began thinking of the first person that popped into your head. Unfortunately between your worry and anger that person was still Tony, and you had to force your mind to navigate to another individual.
Your mind went straight to Bucky, you wanted to pretend it was because he was staring at you from across the room, eyes turned in concern, but you knew it was because he was always on your mind.
He was like malice on cheap wallpaper, he was always there and his presence, his thought, his being clung to your mind. You concentrated on his voice, its low hum, its warm vibrancy, and you found yourself captivated.
You mumbled and stuttered until actual words formed, and luckily not a robotic, or stark tone.
“I swear to god if you don’t fix this-“you stopped abruptly. Your voice, it was exactly how you imagined it. It was Bucky’s voice, crystal clear, so much so that a few members of the team looked back at Bucky to be sure he hadn’t said anything. His eyes were wide and his face was drawn into an almost awe struck expression
“There you go!” tony cheered.
“Now what! I want to sound like me!” The tone of your voice was still low, and you had to remind yourself that Bucky wasn’t actually saying anything.
“Just think about your normal voice it’s not that hard.”
You huffed and forced your thoughts on your own voice.
"why did you make it this way in the first place.” You questioned, surprised to find your voice in its normal tone.
“You lost your powers.” He sighed, and then quickly continued as your eyes narrowed. “- which was a good thing for your health and all, but it made you pretty useless on the field.”
“I was never on the field anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah I know, but I had always planned you to be, you’re a smart kid, I want you to be with us out there.” He paused and fished a small remote device out of his pocket, “here, this will hopefully help with all the controls, the thinking part is more of a last result.”
You took the remote from his hands, and peered down at the light up touch screen.
“What could I even do with this on the field?”
“Your new vocal cords allow you to copy anyone’s voice that you hear. This will be perfect paired with a little hand to hand combat training from Natasha.” He glanced at the red head, who glared at him, then back to you with a smirk. “you can talk to an opponent, get his vocal frequency, take him out, then easily talk through his comms.”
He looked damn proud of himself, only causing Steve’s annoyed expression to deepen.
“and what if that ‘opponent’ is speaking a different language.” Steve interjected.
“Oh!” he grabbed the device from your hands, and fiddled around with it after typing in four different security codes. “There, speak.”
You felt like a dog but did anyway.
“Jo të bisedoni me mua si im një qen.” You covered a hand over your mouth. (“dont talk to me like a dog”)
“Kjo eshre ajo qe gjuha!?” (what language is that?!)
you where sure that no one could understand you, so its not as if questions was effective, that is until tony looked down, seeming to be reading something. “uhhh- Albanian.” Tony stated. “Ndryshoje ate perseri!” (change it back!) he again looked down at the screen. scanned it and began typing. “better?” he asked “god i hope so.” you responded. He handed you the device again, then began to walk out the door. only then did you notice to translate audio controls he was using.
“We’ll use you on our next mission, try to practice with it from now until then.” He was followed by Steve, Natasha, Thor and Wanda.
You stood there, glancing towards Bucky then back down at the screen in your hands.
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That night you spent almost 4 hours picking out the right outfit. You finally settled on professional looking white blouse and black slacks. It was hard to except comfort in wearing a dress, especially for how fragile your body used to be, instead you decided you’d slowly work up to that.
After doing your makeup and hair, you went down to the common room and found Bucky waiting patiently on the couch, his body lined in kaki pants, and a navy blue dress shirt. When his eyes locked on you, he stood.
“Y-you, I uh…” he stuttered, “You look amazing.” You blushed as he then rubbed the back of his neck and quickly grabbed his gray blazer from the back of the couch. “Are you ready?”
You nodded meekly.
It was a funny thing, being so nervous around him, you’d kissed him before, talked to him plenty, and he took an unusually fast likening to you. But still you felt butterflies in your tummy and simultaneously felt those butterflies flap their wings of fire to cause it to churn.
Nervous, yes that’s what you still are. The whole way there, clinging to Bucky’s arm, and the entire time you waited to be seated.
And then, you weren’t.
You were flying on cloud 9, staring into pools of ocean and laughing with the sound of liquid gold that poured from his mouth.
“You really broke 6 bones while trying to play tennis?” he chuckled.
“Yeah well I was an hyper child.” You replied, but then he stopped for a moment, thinking.
“(y/n)?” he asked softly, peering over the candle light as you pressed a glass of wine to your lips.
“Hmm”
“What happened before Tony found you.”
You coughed; choking on your drink and feeling some pour down your chin, but quickly wiped it before it could touch your blouse.
“Sorry, I’m just curious, you don’t have to-“
“No, no. it’s alright Bucky.” You cleared your throat. “Id start at just before they took me in but it probably wouldn’t make any sense.”
“Start were ever you’d like”
You smiled.
“When I was little my dad was always a little… worried, about me.” You gulped. “More so then most parents, but out of anything I think in a way.. He was scared of me.”
“Scared of you?” Bucky questioned.
“My mom died, when I was born. But the doctors never knew why. And I think in a way he blamed himself… but even more he blamed me.”
You took a deep breath and let it out through your mouth.
“As I grew up, he started to notice my frail state. I broke bones so often a hospital room became like a second home, and as such my father spiraled down into debt.”
“So he did the only think he could think of.” You looked up at Bucky, his expression hard and concerned. “He put me up for adoption.”
“How… how old where you?”
“Ten.” You smiled. “Ten, and id already broken every bone in my body at least once.”
“I was an active kid, I loved sports, I loved dares, but when I was put into that home, I was on lock down. A couple times even in a padded cell.”
The waiter came to pick up menus, asking about choices and smiling sweetly at you. But Bucky didn’t remove his eyes from your face, he was frozen.
“Did you ever….” He trailed,
“No. I never got adopted. I was there from 10 to 18 and not once was I even allowed to be interviewed.”
You gave a humorless laugh.
“Defective, that’s what they’d call me. So I felt I needed to prove to them, and my father I could live on my own.”
“So I left, an 18 year old with no money, family or friends, and I got a job.”
This time you laughed, you laughed in good heart and watched Bucky smile softly at the sound.
“’Terry’s seafood.’ I always smelled like tuna and grease. But I found a little apartment, and I lived, I lived and I didn’t break a single bone for 2 years.”
“What happened?”
You shook your head.
“The third year wasn’t bad. Minor injuries., the 4th and 5th was just bad relationships and insomnia but the 6th … I was in car crash, broke so many bones I was in the hospital for months, and when I got out… I was so far in debt, so lost in the pile of rent, that I couldn’t get back up.”
The food finally arrived, but being so engaged in the conversation, neither of you began to eat.
“The whole year before Tony found me was hell. I lost my job, my home, everything. It was like a nightmare, because I finally saw my dad in myself. Not even I could deal with me. I was so much baggage; I couldn’t even live with myself.”
“And… the blast?” Bucky wondered. But he had the most heartbroken look on his face. One that he got when he wanted to say something but couldn’t. And you knew him well enough to know that it was probably something to contour your inner turmoil.
“I broke my leg.” You wiped a hand down your face. “I broke my leg, and I had no house, no job, and a mountain of debt, I couldn’t go to the hospital, but I also couldn’t walk, which means I couldn’t find food. So I was angry, I was livid. Why me. Why did I have to carry around this burden of glass skin, and then… I just kind of lost it.”
You poked around your plate with your fork.
“I didn’t mean to do so much damage Bucky… I really didn’t.” you mumbled.
“Well I’m glad you did.” He chuckled.
“Why?”
“Well… because we met.”
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