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[wint3rs]

TRAGEDY, loki.

(a/n: i wrote this bc it’s comforting to think about loki when i get anxious :( he’s my comfort character, not to mention the loki trailer just dropped <3 if u want to talk i’m always here! ur beautiful <3)

– summary : you are his universe

– warnings : y/n feels insecure... curse words, death, self-doubt, mentions of stabbing and dying

they knew you were struggling. ever since you got back to the quinjet, you were quiet. no sarcastic remarks, no checking up on anyone – you were too busy with your own thoughts. no matter how hard you tried to get those evil words out of you head, you couldn't.

the mission was successful, to say at least. it was a typical rescue mission. once again, HYDRA had a secret base in munich, they were trying to replicate their old formulas, but to their luck – the avengers were there to save the day. you, being the first mutant in the group, just happened to encounter the strongest guy.

after your encounter, no one knew exactly what happened. "good work, y/n." tony was the first one to speak to you. you only nodded in response, not throwing any shades at him. for a second, the iron man furrowed his eyebrows, but brushed it off. "are you okay?" natasha sat next to you. once again, you only nodded.

the team arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your room – not wanting to be bothered by anyone. "unlike your super friends, you are different. you were born like this, a mutant, do you think they're not afraid of you?" his voice was still haunting you. “look around, you’re the monster here. not me. you'll never be a hero.” that was his last words before you took his senses.

you were powerful. powerful enough to be recruited by the avengers, and powerful enough to attract the god of mischief himself, loki. his older brother thought it would be a good idea to make his brother an avenger – in training of course. and lucky for you, you were the one helping him.

little did you know, you grew closer to him. not as his trainer, as his lover. it didn’t surprise everyone that there was something between you two. he was cunning, and so were you. there was a knock on the door, and you expected to see him, but it was bruce instead. “y/n, uh, sorry to bother you. but we’re thinking about getting dinner, do you want to come?” you shook your head.

“thanks bruce, but i think i’ll just stay here, incase loki comes back earlier from training.” he smiled apologetically. “we’ll get you takeouts, okay? no objection. i hope you feel better soon.” he closed the door. you heard footsteps outside your room as you closed your eyes. 

maybe they were actually scared of you. maybe you don't deserve any of this. once you heard them leaving the floor, you silently walked outside and went to your secret place. an emergency staircase that led to the rooftop. no one uses it, so you figured that it would be a great place for you to just think.

thoughts like this rarely affect you, but when they do – it would take some time for you to get back into your usual self. you sighed in frustration, his words still repeating in your mind. "maybe i don't deserve any of this." you muttered to yourself, looking at the sky as if it was you friend.

"don't deserve what, darling?" his voice came from behind you. "loki." you avoided eye contact with him. and at that exact moment, he knew something was wrong. "darling?" the black haired god was walking to you, but you held your hand up, stopping him for a moment. "don't come near me."

loki's expression softened, which was a rare sight. you held a special place in his heart, like none other. "loki, stop." you lifted your arms, trying to cast a spell on him. "darling, you know it won't work for me." finally, you gave up on pushing him away.

you were sitting down on the concrete floor – trying your best not to cry. loki leaned on the wall opposite of you, silence filling the air. "do you want to talk about it darling?" you shook your head, still not making eye contact. "n- no." you stuttered. then again, only silence filled the air. "who do i have to stab?" he managed to let a chuckle out from you.

"you know i'm always here for you right, darling?" you nodded, slowly feeling his warm embrace around you. maybe talking to someone was the right thing to do. keeping it to yourself won't do you any good. "i know love, it's just..." you paused for a second. your sobs became louder and his embrace became tighter. "it's okay, love." loki brushed your hair with his fingers. "it's okay." he repeated.

"i'm a fucking tragedy." you sighed in frustration, eyes still not meeting his. "i didn't ask to be born like this, yet people still think i want this. my entire life is a tragedy, and i'm a monster in my own story. i don't want this loki, i don't even know if i want to be alive or not." he would always listen to you, no matter what it is or was – he was always there for you.

you let out your sobs, pouring everything out in front of him. "i- i'm sorry. i don't know, i- i don't deserve any of this. i'll never be a hero. people are afraid of me. i wish i was normal. i wish i wasn't like this." it was true that you sometimes wished you were like the normal civilians, but it was only a dream.

loki lifted your chin, his eyes were soft and caring. he was the god of mischief, but his eyes would never lie to you. "i've seen millions of stars before, aligning with the planets, meteor showers, full moons, all the beautiful cosmic ballads, i am as old as some of the stars – but nothing could compare to your beauty. darling, you are not a tragedy."

"you have your flaws, you have your insecurities, that's what makes you... well, you." he continued. "a thousand years i've been walking in these silly shoes and not even once i encountered someone as enchanting as you, it makes me sad that you think so low of yourself. every atom inside you came from above, that's why i love looking at the stars. they remind me of you."

with his words, you were left speechless. words couldn't describe how much you loved him. "loki..." you whispered. "i love you, darling. please don't ever say those things about yourself ever again. i would trade the universe for you." the black haired man smiled, giving you comfort. "i love you too." you hugged him, finally feeling better.

"now how about we go sightseeing tonight? i'll take you wherever you want to go, darling." you returned his smile and kissed him. "i'd be lost without you, loki."

[wint3rs]

DANCE, wilson&barnes.

(a/n: this was requested by my friend, maddy! y/n is going to be wearing a dress, but feel free to imagine what you’re wearing! and this one is messy and long as hell..)

– summary : three’s a crowd

– warnings : mentions of cigarettes, curse words, sexual tension, mentions of choking (in a sexual way ofc)

“you’re putting me through what?” you were the last one to arrive at the new compound. “agent y/n, we need you to go undercover with wilson and barnes for the next mission.” sam was leaning against the wall, with bucky next to him. they both had a smug expression plastered on their faces. “but i’m suspended!” you argued. fury only stared at you, waiting for you to surrender.

“fine.” for a split second, you saw bucky smirking even more. you rolled your eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he wanted. “now that you’re all here, listen to my briefing. if you have any questions, ask each other.” sam, being the patriotic man he was, nodded.

“the three of you are going to tokyo. there is a briefcase containing SHIELD's old files, on project BIRDFLIGHT – a machine that could kill anyone with powers, now in the hands of mr. arthurs." fury opened a tan-colored file in front of you. "arthurs... familiar name." you said. "that's because he used to work in galactic science division back in 2012." fury replied, flashbacks filling your head. “oh! the creepy dude?” fury seemed to nod at your question.

you shrugged your body in disgust, as you remembered him. “and that’s where the three of you come in. intel says he’s going to sell the old projects to one of the most wanted man in CIA, his codename is silverparks, but of course – they couldn’t find him.” you knew exactly what was going to happen.

“wilson and barnes will pose as y/n’s business partners, y/n you own a weapon factory somewhere in eastern europe – you get close to him, you handle the files. barnes will take silverparks, wilson will get arthurs.” the three of you nodded in unison. “remember, this is an undercover mission. you can go now, get ready. the jet will be here at 6.”

fury left the room, leaving you with sam and bucky. it had been a while since you saw them, and every time you meet – they will always flirt with you. “so…” sam spoke up first. “it’s good to see you again.” you glared at him. “don’t even start, i’ll break your neck.” he chuckled. “see ya later then baby.” sam winked at you.

“aren’t you going to follow your stupid boyfriend? i need to read arthur’s files.” instead of leaving, he went closer to you. “doll, you haven’t forgive me at all, huh?” bucky raised an eyebrow. “no, and i won’t.” you gritted your teeth. “you had your chance, now fuck off.”

you had history with the winter soldier, it didn’t take long for you to forget him, that was when sam came along – but you didn’t work out because of your agent life. “if i had another chance to wrap my arms around your neck, i’d do it all over again.”  you were left flustered and embarrassed by his statement. “oh my god this is going to be a mess.” you muttered to yourself.

the ride to tokyo was painful for you. the boys argued about who was sitting next to you, even if it was only the three of you inside the jet. “i want to sit next to y/n!” sam elbowed his best friend. “no, i’ll be sitting next to y/n.” he barked. “no, sit your ass down somewhere else.” sam added. “boys, you’re both pretty. go sit somewhere else, this jet could fit the entire fucking avengers.” and in the end, none of them sat next to you.

tokyo was one of your favorite places. it. was peaceful, you haven’t visited the city after the blip, so this was your first time being back. “we’re staying at the clint’s old hideout?” sam asked, gaining your attention. “yeah he gave me his key, it’s well kept.” you replied, unlocking the place.

“we’ll be here for 2 days, please don’t trash the place. you both can take clint’s room, i’ll be on the couch.” you announced. “no, no. what kind of person am i to let you sleep on the couch?” sam shook his head. “alright then i’ll sleep with y/n and you can sleep on the couch.” bucky suggested. “like hell i would let that happen!”

“okay how about the three of us just fucking camp out in the living room? is that fair? if i hear you two arguing again, i’m gonna fucking choke you.” you threatened them. “kinky.” sam blurted out. “ugh!” you groaned.

you hated how you were going undercover with the two horniest men as your partners. “just talk to y/n about this, i’m sure they will understand.” “okay.” they were talking but as soon as you stepped out the bathroom with you red velvet dress, their eyes were on you. “whew.” sam whistled, making you shoot glares at him.

“with you looking like that, i wouldn’t mind abandoning the mission and take you out on a date.” bucky was obviously flirting with you – but you didn’t bother to look at him. “shut up, fury’s calling.” you picked up the call and turned it to loud speaker mode. “this is going to be a quick message, but y/n, you’re in charge. don’t fuck this up or i will suspend your ass again.” before anyone could reply, fury ended the call.

“well that was quick.” you walked to the front entrance. “y/n can we talk for a bit?” there was tension in the air and you could smell it. “what do you want? we’re gonna be late.” you were ready to walk out to the car, but he gripped your hand tightly.

the two of you held eye contact, “buck, calm down.” sam said, intervening. “what bucky wanted to say i- is, we should put everything behind. this mission is really important, and if we let our emotions get into this… things are going to be complicated, you used to be our y/n, fun and cheery.” he finished.

“oh really? me getting my emotions involved? tell that to this man in front of me! no really, ask him! and have you seen yourself? your eyes haven’t left me since i walked in to the compound! me? getting my emotions tangled? go fuck yourself.” things were heated.

“are you done?” sam raised an eyebrow. “yes.” you replied, sitting down on the couch. “how do you feel?” sam asked once again. “fine.” you admitted – feeling free of your built up anger. “see, you needed that. we good now?” you took a second to regain your emotions and nodded.

the car ride was silent, you felt bad for bursting out. you finally had the guts to speak up to them. “i’m sorry.” they both didn’t say anything. “the reason why i was an asshole to you both because we didn’t work out-“ “you did date sam?” bucky cut you off. “i thought you knew?” you were as confused as him. “no i didn’t! what the hell man, y/n’s mine!”

“no what, y/n is mine!” sam argued. “you’re both not mad because i blew up on you?” “nah, i’m mad because he dated you!” bucky pouted. “and i’m mad because he dated you too!” and with that, you felt like the old you. the one they used to know.

clubs used to be your things, you thanked god that the deal was going to be held in your type of scenes. it didn’t take long until the three of you arrived at your destination. it wasn’t packed but it was full enough for someone to make a deal unnoticed.

“according to intel, silverparks should be here in an hour, and arthurs in thirty minutes.” bucky said, looking at his phone. “we have 30 minutes to spare.” sam walked to the bar and ordered drinks. “really? we just made up and you want to drink?” you chuckled. “it’s a celebration.” you pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering sam and bucky.

“pussies.” you shook your head. “hey! i’m not a pussy for taking care of my lungs.” bucky took a shot of his alcohol. “very funny.” the lights were dim and you weren’t able to see their faces clearly. not lying to yourself, you do find them hot.

bucky was staring at you, again. his eyes were filled with lust that you once knew. you smirked and nudged him, “you wanna take your thirst to the dance floor?” teasing bucky was always fun. “i don’t dance y/n, you know that.” “that’s lame, fine. i’m taking sam.”

on the other hand, the man was giddy when you dragged him to the dance floor. the music was loud, encouraging you both to dance. “come on sam, don’t act like you don’t want this!” with that, his hands were already on your body. “30 minutes won’t be enough!” “then make it enough!” you smirked.

the winter soldier stared at you, lust still filling his eyes. you knew he was never one to dance in clubs, but with what you’re doing – he had to step in. sam was all over you but in a blink, he was replaced by someone. his hands were cold and it made your shiver.

you were now in the middle of two men who were going to eat you up anytime soon. sam was always a fun person to hang out with, he was charming and always knew how to make people laugh – but this sam was different. he was controlled by his lust and that made him hotter than usual.

bucky was always shy and a well-kept person, unlike his best friend. it wasn’t publicly known that this man was the definition of A Horny Teenager, but you’ve seen that side.

their eyes were still on you, but before they could do more than just grinding their bodies on you – a familiar face entered the club. “2 o’clock, let’s get him boys.” they stopped their action and went back to character. “after we get this job done, we’ll finish what we started.” you encouraged them. “now, let’s go.”

[wint3rs]

STAY, rogers.

– summary : you and steve were always going to be together

– warnings : angst, sad, character death, curse words

the two of you were partners in crime. steve was there on your first mission, and he was there when you became an avenger. since then, he wouldn’t go to any mission without you. you complete each other.

you never thought you would survive 5 years with half of the world gone. but with him, everything felt easier. steve rogers was your partner, your best friend, he was the love of your life.

“steve,” you paused for a second to fix his collar. “y/n.” he smiled. “let’s go, everyone’s ready.” you held his hand, leading him out of the cabin. he sighed and closed the door. “can you walk properly?” you nodded, signalling at your crutches. “i’ll do fine.”

the funeral was hard for everyone. it was quiet, no one had anything to say. you kept on holding steve’s hand, trying your best not to breakdown. tony meant everything to the team. but people had to let go, he died saving the world.

“what do we do now?” “we wait.” steve placed his hand on your back, calming you down. “maybe in time, everything will be alright.” you gave him a big hug as the two of you sat in silence.

it was true, for a while everything felt alright – that was until someone had to return the infinity stones back to their respective timelines. steve and you were called by fury to the compound.

“is everyone here?” fury scanned the room, and the people nodded. “we need someone to return these stones. banner and i have been discussing this, and we agreed that y/n would the one to do this job.” your eyes widened in shock.

“me?” you asked, clearly not knowing the reason why you were chosen. “yes you. you know every detail there is for these stones… it’s best for you to go.” you nodded. there was something bugging you about this mission, but you didn’t know what it is.

on the other side of the room, a certain captain shook his head. “with all my respect, y/n isn’t fully healthy yet. i don’t think they’re capable enough to do this.” you furrowed your eyebrows and groaned. “steve, i’m perfectly fine. i got out of my crutches a week ago.”

“yeah, that’s why i should do this.”

fury zoned out, thinking about the mission. “perhaps, you’re right. banner and i didn’t think through this. rogers, you suit up.” his facial expression relaxed when he saw fury agreeing with him. although it was true that your leg hadn’t fully healed yet – but you never refused any mission before.

while steve was getting ready for the mission, you waited outside with sam and bucky. “y/n, you alright?” sam asked, noticing that you were quiet. “i- i don’t know sam… there’s something off.” you admitted.

“steve will be fine, y/n. there’s nothing to worry about.” bucky gave you a reassuring smile. “right, this is his first mission without me. i’m just worried.” the duo chuckled. “he’s captain america, what could go wrong!” they always knew how to make you feel happier. “you’re right.”

you heard footsteps, and when you looked up – steve was already in his suit. “looking good.” you smiled at him. the dirty blonde captain smiled back. “y/n, don’t worry okay? it’ll be quick.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“i won’t go anywhere, steve. i’m right here, take all the time you need.” you hugged him. “i’ll always be here for you.” you added. “yeah, you don’t want to leave y/n alone with us, we’re gonna bully them nonstop.” sam joked, earning a nudge from you.

“take care of y/n for a bit, buck.” he looked at his best friend. “will do. sam and i are ready to bully them.” bucky chuckled. “i trust you both on that.” steve nodded.

“shut up barnes.” you groaned. “ready whenever you are!” bruce yelled, setting up the machine. “just a bit.” steve replied. “y/n, no matter what happens. you’re still my partner in crime, you know i’ll always love you.” you were confused.

but you brushed the feeling off. “i love you too steve, now go! it won’t be more than five seconds.” you joked as he nodded. steve walked away from the three of you to the time machine.

you looked at him before he put on his helmet, “i love you.” steve mouthed, earning a chuckle from you. “i love you too.” you replied. “3, 2, 1!” bruce counted down, and in a blink, he was gone.

sam and bucky both held your hand. “bringing him back in 1, 2, 3.” bruce clicked the button, but steve wasn’t there. “bruce? where is he?” you asked him. “no he should be here! the chip is already present!”

“well something is wrong!” you argued. “y/n cut the power now!” bruce gestured to the machine next to him. you quickly rushed to his side, cutting the power. “he’s still not here!” you were anxious.

“y/n.” bucky called your name. “y/n.” he repeated. you looked up and saw him pointing at someone – rather someone. there was a man sitting down on a bench, watching the scenery. “steve.” you muttered.

and there he was. you knew what happened. “how was it?” you asked him, holding back your tears. “i never felt more in place.” he admitted. “you were never out of place, steve.” you sat next to him.

it was quiet for a while, until he looked at you. every thing about him changed, but his eyes were still the same. “was i never enough?” you asked him. “you were more than enough. you are always enough for me.” steve smiled.

“then why?” you were already crying. “because it felt right.” you always knew that steve yearned for his younger days in the 40s. “i suppose that is acceptable…” you muttered. “i just can’t imagine my life without captain america.” the man next to you smiled once again.

what he did next made you speechless. “then live as one.” the shield was passed down to you. “steve, you know i can’t do this.” you shook your head. “n- no, steve. i don’t deserve this.” you declined once again.

“y/n.” he said, giving you the shield. “steve…” you finally took it. it was always his shield, you couldn’t even imagine yourself holding it. “how does it feel?” he asked. “like someone else deserves this more than i do.”

“thank you, steve.” you looked at him, tears filling your eyes. “no, y/n. thank you, for giving me a chance in this life.” and on that day, you swore to take care of him until the end.

[wint3rs]

LIGHTS, parker (1/?)

– summary: in which y/n and peter had secrets

– warnings: curse words!

“hey y/n.” you knew that tone, you also knew that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. “yes, peter?” you flashed a smile at him, easing off the tension. “i don’t think i’ll be able to come to our sleepover this week.” he apologized.

you were looking forward to spend the night with your long-term best friend and his other 2 friends (who were also your best bitches). “mj has decor duties this saturday, and ned’s going to that weeb convention… i guess it’s cancelled. but that’s okay! what are you up to?”

“i- i have an internship.” you furrowed his eyebrows. sure peter was smart, but he wasn’t smart enough to fool you. although it was true he applied for internships, you didn’t think he would score one. “what internship? how come you’ve never talked about this?” you were concerned. “it’s a stark internship. and i’m not supposed to talk about this to anyone.”

a stark internship was something to be proud off, without feeling any more suspicion towards your best friend, you hugged peter. “oh my god baby, congrats!” he flustered as he heard you calling him with his favorite nickname.

“thanks! i never thought i’d be able to score a freakin’ stark internship!” the two of you continued walking to the cafeteria. “hey guys!” ned greeted you with a wink. “my handsome sir ned! and my girlfriend mj!” she rolled her eyes and threw a protein bar at you. “guess what? i got an internship!” peter announced.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

there was something off about this whole situation. you couldn’t shake off the weird feeling of peter being away from you. and with your enhanced senses, you knew he was lying. and he probably knew that you knew he was lying, but being the good friend you were – he knew you wouldn’t pry.

because of the canceled sleepover – you decided to go to and hone your skills. you took a deep breath and let the weapon control you. 

“good shot!” the man behind you praised you. “if you were aiming for my horses.” he continued, as he picked up his own bow. “haha, very nice barton.” you nudged at your trainer. “do you believe in fate?” the brown haired man suddenly asked you.

“depends on what situation you’re talking about.” you answered him. “i think it’s fate that you decided to spend your friday night here.” you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue his sentence. “and i think it’s fate that someone needs your help, lights.” your eyes widened in shock.

lights. it was the nickname nick fury gave you whenever he wanted you to use your powers. light manipulation was your speciality, other than bow and arrows like the old man next to you. it wasn’t very powerful, but with your reflexes – it was something else.

“nice to see you, l/n. i guess clint has already explained what we’re up to… and if you wanna back out now, i understand.” you shook your head. “no, no. i took an oath with clint that no matter what happens, we’ll stay on your side.” the captain smiled and patted her back.

“everyone, this is lights. their power is light manipulation. there’s no time for formal introduction, suit up. take what you need.”

the costume fury gave you was still a prized possession. it was similar to clint’s but the color scheme was white and gray, you had a ninja-like mask covering your lower face in order to protect your identity.

they divided the team into three; sam and bucky were together. clint and wanda were on the south side of the field. steve, scott and you were together. you had trained with steve several times; and you knew the two of you were made for each other in the field.

the plan was for steve to go first and bait the opposite team. you were on top of a truck, not far behind from steve – but far enough for them to not see you. the captain was surrounded by tony’s team. you spotted a tiny scott giving you some signals.

you quickly ran to the group, lifting your arms to blind them with your power. everyone squinted their eyes, giving time for scott to return back to his default size. “i believe this is yours, captain.” scott took back the shield from the red-suited person.

“really, you brought out lights for your fight? what were they doing? chemistry homework? come on, steve.” tony scrunched up his nose. “no, it’s our fight. and they will defend their choice too.” steve gripped the shield tighter than before. “then we fight for what we believe in.” tony stated, preparing for his battle.

your head was too in the game to think about your best friend, who was coincidentally on a stark internship – while tony stark himself was right in front of you, avoiding the blinding lights from your palms.

“nice to see you lights, last time we met you were still playing plasma ball catch with me, and you didn’t know anything about politics!” he sassed you. “last time i saw you, you wouldn’t hold back!” you knew he was holding back his strength. “that’s because we have someone your size!” right before you could take the lights out of his suit – your hands were tied.

the string-like substances annoyed you. “what the hell is this!” you gritted your teeth, trying your best to break free. “sorry bro! i will try to protect mr. stark!”

you froze for a second. you knew that voice, and you knew that tone. you took a second to look at the boy on top of the container. that voice belonged to none other than your best friend. you sighed in frustration and conjured sharp lights from your veins, freeing yourself.

“hey, i can tie your legs too so you won’t escape!” you didn’t want to speak, he would immediately know that it was you. “cat got your tongue?” he swung in front of you, shooting his web to your legs, but to your luck – he missed.

“you’re gonna regret that, baby.” the boy landed in front of you. “y/n?” right before he could say anything, you blinded him with lights, causing him to fall on his back. “sorry baby, but we don’t know each other here!” you shouted, conjuring some plasma balls to trap him.

your best friend stood up and swung to another container, as you prepared to conjure more lights. “oh we’re gonna have a long ass talk after this battle.”

[wint3rs]

KINDNESS, barnes

— summary: are you broken enough to notice the kindness in their eyes? — warnings: mentions of food n drinks, curse words !

you smiled as you fixed the name tag on your sweatshirt. it was your first day as a junior barista in your aunt’s coffee shop. you had always wanted to work in the coffee industry, and lucky for you – your aunt owned a cafe. 

it was raining, and you were happy about it. with this particular weather, the cafe was pretty much empty. you were relieved because you weren’t ready for a full house. “y/n, take over the cashier. i need to restock the beans!” your aunt yelled from the front cashier. “alright!” you replied, taking her previous position.

on the other side of the street, two people were arguing about the weather. “nah man, i prefer tea than coffee with this weather!” the man said. “are you 5?” his best friend replied, rolling his eyes. “as a matter of fact, i am 5 out of 5, baby!” he continued.

“no, you won’t regret it. i’ve been coming to this shop since like months ago. they have the best cold brew.” bucky barnes was obsessed with caffeine. and lucky for him – there was a coffee shop near his apartment. this time, he was visiting with his wingman – or best friend, sam wilson.

bucky was happy (although he didn’t want to admit it) that sam agreed to come and get some drinks from the cafe. he knew the owner, daisy; a nice old lady who often gave him free brownies. he felt comfortable being there, for it was already his comfort zone.

“no homo but sharing an umbrella with you isn’t the best experience.” sam complained, as he closed the white umbrella. they were already in front of the small cafe. “i would rather fight you to death than to share an umbrella with you ever again.” he snapped at him. “i’d win!” “no, i’d win!”

as soon as they entered the cafe, bucky noticed something – or rather, someone. it wasn’t daisy. it was someone else. your eyes caught his attention. the two of you made eye contact, and immediately broke it when sam dragged him to the cashier.

“hello, welcome to bean babies! how may i take your order?” your voice was soft; softer than he thought. “it’s my first time here, do you have any recommendations?” before he could say anything, sam replied first.

“are you a tea or a coffee guy?” you raised an eyebrow. “tea.” he replied. “i’d recommend you the lychee tea! with this weather, it’s perfect.” sam smiled at you, and nodding. “okay, one lychee tea… what about you sir?” you turned your attention to the man next to him.

bucky opened his mouth, but nothing came out. he was too starstruck to say anything. you caught his attention, and for the first time – the winter soldier was flustered. your eyes filled with an emotion he never thought he would see. kindness. “hello, sir?” you waved your hand in front of him.

“o- oh, i’ll have one cold brew.” he stuttered, trying his best to regain his focus. “right… is that all for the two of you?” you asked. the two best friends nodded. “that’ll be 20 dollars.” sam elbowed bucky, forcing him to pay. “fuck you.” bucky mouthed at him, passing the money to you. “you can go take a seat, i’ll deliver your orders soon! thank you!” with that, they went to the other side of the cafe.

you knew who they were. but you really didn’t want to bother them with the recognition. you thought of them as your customers, nothing more or less. you shook your head and continued to make the drinks.

“are you alright?” sam noticed that his best friend was staring at a certain someone. “they’re cute, aren’t they?” he smirked, nudging bucky. “shut up. i haven’t seen them before… so i… i’m awkward, i guess.” the brown haired man lied.

“buck. you tried to choke someone over monopoly. you’re not awkward.” bucky glared at him for mentioning that one time where he tried to choke sam’s friend over that stupid game. “it’s different.” he paused for a second. “i’ve been visiting this cafe for god knows how long and i haven’t seen them before.” bucky continued.

“then you should ask them about it, here they come.” bucky tensed over the fact that you were walking to his table. “here’s your lychee tea, and your cold brew.” you put down the drinks and two plates of brownies.

sam furrowed his brows, “we didn’t order any sweets.” he said. “it’s on the house!” you smiled at them, making bucky’s heart beat faster. “buck, this is the best fucking coffee shop ever. thank you for bringing me here.” the other man chuckled.

“say… are you new here?” bucky finally had the guts to talk to you. “yeah… it’s actually my first day.” you replied. “oh, no wonder i’ve never seen you before… where’s daisy?” he asked. “she’s in the back, refilling some beans.” you pointed at your aunt, who was in the back room. “oh. okay.” bucky nodded.

“thanks for the drinks…” sam paused for a second to read your name tag. “y/n!” he added. “you’re welcome.” you smiled at him. “i’m sam and this is bucky.” he introduced them. “nice to meet you all! if you need anything. i’ll be in my usual spot.”

you walked back to the counter, and felt like someone was watching you. it was him. ever since they arrived, the brown haired man’s gaze never left you. it wasn’t the creepy type of stare. if you weren’t mistaken, it felt like he was admiring you. you smiled at him, and he looked away. little did you know, he was smiling too.

“buck. you’ve been staring at them again, oh my god. if you think they’re cute, just ask them for their number.” sam took a sip of his drink. “no that’ll be fucking weird, we just met today.” bucky shook his head. “but you can’t stop staring at them.”

“and you can’t stop talking.”

weeks passed, and it was obvious that bucky kept coming back every time it was your shift. your aunt told you that he was a regular here, and he was a lone wolf; meaning without his best friend, he would sit alone in the corner, a book on his hand, and his earphones would play music.

but he didn’t fit that description when you were with him. bucky wasn’t reading a book, or listening to music – he was looking at you. you often made eye contacts, resulting the two of you to fluster one another.

you then took the time to talk to him. he was a sweetheart. there was a distinct habit that he had, bucky always held the eye contact between you two. the kindness in your eyes captivated him.

“y/n.” he said, entering the cafe. “bucky, hello! the usual?” he nodded. “is that all?” he shook his head. “what else do you want? we have new brownies-“ “a date.” you immediately blushed. “e- excuse me?” you stuttered. “i’d like to go on a date with you.” he smiled, making you return the action. “one cold brew and one date… that’ll be 10 dollars.” you joked.

“can i take the cold brew and the date to-go?” “yes you can.”

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