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A Little Punk (A Bucky x Reader One-Shot)
A/N: My first ever one shot! If you like this please send me a message of your ideas of another Marvel one shot! Thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Warnings: Angst, fluffiness She was a punk, a twenty two year old arrogant punk, blasting her music like that in the later hours of the night, what time was it, 12 pm?! He lived one floor down from her and he could still hear her whiny "rock" music! Bucky sighed, pushing himself off the bed with his metal arm he was so conscious of. He grabbed a shirt and threw it on before he slammed the door shut on his way out. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he stomped down the steps to Y/N's floor. "The one night I get to sleep easily and this goddamned punk ruins it!" Bucky fumed. Usually you and him got along well, but this time he won't hold back on his anger, the bass was heard throughout the whole tower! He marched to your door and slammed his fist on it. "Y/N!" He yelled, slamming harder, "Y/N! You little punk!" He waited two seconds before aggressively opening your door. The door violently hit the wall, revealing your tear-streaked face. You looked up at him, shocked, seeing his angry features turn into concern. You instantly felt guilty, knowing that it was really late at night. "I woke you up, I'm sorry." You whispered, scared that if you spoke up you would start crying again, you didn't want to anger the silent Bucky Barnes, the one who sided with you and Steve against most of Fury's decisions and trained with you to become an Avenger. He knew all about your past, after your uncle, Tony Stark, took you away from your abusive mother at the age of seventeen. You kept your powers a secret until you thought you could offer your help when the aliens invaded New York, Tony strongly said no, but Steve and Bucky convinced him otherwise, and after the invasion you became an Avenger. After the abuse your mother put you through, and the therapy Tony put you through it was a light you had reached at the end of the tunnel. But tonight when you thought everyone had gone for a mission, you had gotten a Facebook message from your mother, saying she wanted you back, the stupid bitch. Bucky walked towards you, grabbed the speaker and attempted to turn it down, but only managed to change songs. "Here, let me do it." You took the speaker from him, accidentally skimming your hand across his. You turned the speaker off and looked up at him, instantly looking away from his caring expression, the compassion rolling off him in waves. "Are you okay?" He sat next to you, looking at the way you were gripping your phone so tightly. "What happened doll." You grinned sadly at the nickname he called only you, and you knew you couldn't keep anything from the former Winter Soldier. "My mom got in contact with me, after everything that she did!" "Holy shit," Bucky was taken aback, "what did she say?" He knew how broken you were when you first entered the Avengers tower, how underneath the loud music, heavy eyeliner and know it all attitude was a empty young woman. "She said it was her right to take me back and she'll fight for me in court." You took a deep breath, "Bucky, I'm scared." He took your hand and assured you, "You're twenty two years old, you're an adult, she can't take you away like a child. Only you have a right over yourself. And plus, Tony loves you too much to let you be taken by that bitch again!" You looked at Bucky and smiled a genuine smile, he always knew how to cheer you up, and always knew exactly what to say. "Thank you Bucky." You said softly, "you're right" He gave you a toothy grin, and hugged you. "You're not going anywhere, I'll protect you." He said seriously, his lips moving against your hair. "Where would I be without you?" You muttered against his chest. "I don't know, but I'd be worse off without you, doll." He released you from the embrace to tell you what he's wanted to since day one. "Y/N," He said, "I'm in love with you in a way I've never loved anyone before, whaddya say, doll?" You stared at him, dumbfounded. You were speechless, to say the least. You've liked him since you met him and you thought you had a strictly best friend relationship. Your heart was racing, and all you could say was, "ummmm.." His face fell, heart plummeting into his stomach, wrongly interpreting your speechlessness. "I can just leave..." He turned around, and you reacted just in time, tackling him while yelling, "NO! I love you too, Buck!" He chuckled as you both fell to the ground. "You sure about that, doll?" He smirked, pinning you to the ground. "Hey!" You pretended to struggle, before unexpected flipping him onto his back, you looked at his shocked expression and said, "I learned from the best." You mocked him, smirking and let him go. Then, you sat on your bed and asked him "Will you stay with me tonight?" He got up, scratched the back of his head and said, half-jokingly, "As long as you keep that shit you call music off!" "Now that was a low blow, making fun of my music!" You pouted. He flopped down on your bed, "Off or I go." He looked up at your pouty face. "Kay..." You groaned, staring at the ceiling. He locked hands with you. "I love you, punk."