blueberry blonde

The Bet and the Assistant

Request: can you plz write a fic where the reader is Tony’s assistant & bucky can’t help but notice her( Sam does too) so they strike up a bet to see who can woo her & go on 1 date….She clearly ignore sams attempts & so Bucky wins; they go on a date( actually a couple) One day she hears sam & Buckys convo about the bet & thinks Bucky asked her on that date & many others just for sex(which happened on 1 of the dates) she explodes at Bucky; he tries to explain hisself


    Tony leaned back haphazardly his chair, texting and paying little attention to the meeting happening around him. Steve was currently trying to talk about certain concerns that were arising in eastern countries and proposing to help the people there… or something along those lines. Tony was otherwise disposed.

    -You are the love of my life, and I want you to know that you’ll always be the best thing life has given me.- he texted with a grin plastered on his face.

    -Tony, cut the shit. Life didn’t give me to you, the paycheck you give me every week did- he looked down to read the text and just barely contained his laughter.

    “Is something funny, Stark?” Steve questioned.

    “Yeah, but I don’t think you’d laugh at it. I don’t think you’d laugh at anything but that’s a different story,” Tony shrugged.

    “So how are we going to get in there to help?” Sam questioned to redirect Steve’s thoughts. These meetings always ended with Tony and Steve fighting. Since there had already been a meeting earlier this week Sam preferred not to have to sit through another argument. Steve looked away from Tony and continued giving information. The door to the conference room opened and the woman who opened the door was engaged in a conversation with Director Fury.

    “He did what?!” you asked, “oh I’ll take care of that. Thanks, Nick,” you gave him a kind smile and continued into the room. You set Tony’s lunch down in front of him, then put two boxes of doughnuts in the middle of the table.

“Ah, finally! I was starving!” Tony exclaimed.

“Well maybe if you read even one of your emails, I wouldn’t have been caught up

answering them. Feel free to have a doughnut, guys. I used Tony’s credit card to pay for em’.” you sat in an empty chair beside Tony and whipped out your phone so you could get back to answering emails and texting important people.

    “I don’t mean to be rude, ma’am, but who are you?” Steve questioned.

    “I’m Y/N, Tony’s new live in nanny. You’re welcome,” you smirked, eyes going back down to your phone.

    “I’m not sure you have clearance to-” Steve began. You pulled off your badge and slid it across the table without looking up and without pausing in your text. While working with Tony, you learned how to multitask. The meeting seemed to continue as normal. You continued your work, which meant texting Tony sassy remarks and important dates, and also updating Tony’s calendar so FRIDAY would also yell at him about the important dates. You never looked up to see the Avengers. Natasha already knew about you, you were her knew favorite person, mostly because you kept Tony alive and out of trouble, but you were also hilarious. Clint knew, because Natasha knew. Sam and Bucky however, barely paid attention after you were in the room. Their eyes wandered over your frame taking in every line and curve that built your form.

    To Bucky you were some other worldly piece of art, and Bucky was familiar with women. However, in his days of skirt chasing, his women had been one color, because any other option would have gotten both him and the girl killed. Looking at you now, seeing how beautiful you were with your tight curls framing your face and your lips still pulled into a slight smirk, he was acutely aware of the possibilities. Of course he was caught up on modern history, and he knew he was free to date just about anyone, without any harsh ramifications. He hadn’t capitalized on this knowledge, because frankly he had other matters to focus on.

    Sam was well versed in black women, obviously, but that didn’t make you any less magnificent in his eyes. Plus any woman that could deal with Tony Stark on a daily basis was basically a goddess. Sam couldn’t even deal with him a full 24 hours before he felt like bashing his head through a wall. Of course,  because you worked for Tony Stark you were obviously well off and he loved nothing more than a woman who was in control of her life. Sam happened to look over at Buck and saw him staring at you with longing. Bucky felt eyes on him so he turned to see Sam glaring at him. Bucky glared back. That relationship hadn’t improved in the slightest.

    Once the meeting was over you stood up and collected Stark, “Come on, genius. You’ve got work to do.”

    “Yeah yeah, you’re so pushy.”

    Bucky was getting up to follow Steve out. He figured it was for the best that he let you be. After all, you probably had your hands full anyway.

    “Hey ponytail,” Sam addressed. Bucky knew he was referring to him, but he really didn’t want to acknowledge the name. His hair hadn’t been cut in a long time. He didn’t exactly have the time to go get a haircut. Plus some people were still wary of him. Sam came up next to him with a determined look in his eyes.

    “Dibs on the girl,” Sam announced.


    “Dibs, she’s mine, don’t talk to her.”

    “Who the hell died and made you king? I’ll talk to her all I want,” Bucky would have loved to believe this was about the principle and not the girl, but to be honest it was a bit of both.

    “Sam, that’s ridiculously. She’s a human being. You call dibs on objects,” Steve chided. Both Buck and Sam rolled their eyes, Steve was missing the point.

    “Fine. If you can get her to go on one date with you, I’ll  call my dibs back.” Sam wagered.

    “You can’t call dibs on a person!” Steve exclaimed.

    “Okay, okay. 100 bucks says you can’t get her to go on a date before I do.”

    “Oh you’re on,” Bucky laughed.

    “You guys,” Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sam’s Attempt:

    You were sitting in the Avengers tower watching over Tony while he worked on his latest project, your fingers ghosted over the keys of your laptop as you set up more appointments for Tony Stark to cancel, and drafted the corresponding apology letters.

    “Cute brunette, reporter wants to ask you about Iron man.”

    “How cute?”

    “Well he’s about 6 feet tall, beautiful green eyes-”

    “Ha. Ha.” Tony rolled his eyes.

    “You could use the good PR.”

    “Fine,” he sighed.

    “Pretending like you’re fully straight, when I’ve seen your snaps,” you grumbled under your breath.

    “I heard that. I was drunk!”

    “Okay,” you agreed sarcastically. While you laughed at little at yourself, you noticed Sam walk into the room. He seemed to be going somewhere that warranted him being better dressed than his usual athletic wear. You glanced up then went back to work.

    “Oh here you go, you could get a consultation with a guru, to help you realize your inner potential.”

    “I don’t pay you to be funny.”

    “Then what do you pay me for, Mr. Stark,” you asked, continuing the light hearted banter.

    “I pay you to get me coffee, keep me alive, and be pretty.”

    “Well shit. Can I get a raise, because I wasn’t aware of the pretty thing? That costs a lot more.”

    “You seem to be doing well for yourself. You’ve got Birdboy number 2 over here gawking at you. What do you want?”

    “A moment with your assistant,” Sam answered smoothly.

    “Unless you’re gonna pay her checks-”

    “Tony we still don’t know what exactly you’re paying me for. He can have a moment of my time. Not like I get paid by the hour anyway,” you rebutted. You got a kick out of giving Tony a hard time. You learned quickly that the only way to assist Tony Stark is to match his wit, and snark. Once you’ve done that you’re in for the long haul. The few assistants before you hadn’t figured that out, and wound up losing out on a six-figure salary. You didn’t know how they managed not to figure it out, even the damn AI’s talked back to him. One time FRIDAY refused to let him into his workshop until he apologized to her for calling her a dumb computer. You smiled at the memory.

    “I deserve an apology, Master Stark. I am not a dumb computer. I am a very intelligent computer.”

    “You better do as she says before she goes 2001 A Space Odyssey on your ass,” you goaded. The funniest part is, that Tony had to have programmed that into her, the ability to be offended and retaliate.

    “So what do you think?” Sam asked. You came back to the present moment and realized you were not listening to a word this man had said. He seemed like he’d just said something smart, or cocky, from the grin he was giving you. Men who approached you like they were some kind of Godsend disgusted you.

    “About what?” you questioned in an aloof voice.

    “Damn,” Tony chimed in.

    “About lunch later on, with me?” he elaborated.

    “Oh no thanks,” you answered and turned your head to look at Tony. He was leaning over his workbench eating chocolate covered blueberries, “That strawberry blonde woman from the 15th floor is looking for a second date. Should I tell her to hit the ole dusty trail, or are you not done with her yet.”

    “Send her packing.”

    “You fucking suck, she was nice.” you grumbled. When you turned your head back to your laptop you realized Sam was still there, staring at you like you had grown a second head. Maybe he didn’t hear you? That seemed unlikely, but it’s better just to be sure.

    “That was a no on lunch, Sam,” you reiterated. He was good looking, sure. Sam Wilson was a handsome man, and you were sure he was great. He just didn’t get the blood pumping. There was no fire in you belly… there wasn’t even a lone butterfly. You were entirely uninterested.

Bucky’s Attempt:

    You were trying to juggle a lot of things all at once. You often wished you had a second set of arms, but as your foot caught on something you wished for those extra arms now more than ever. Before you could fully accept your fate, someone caught you and kept you from hitting the floor.

    “Whoa, careful there miss. Do you need a hand?”

    Once your were upright and steady you looked at your savior to see Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. You learned about him in your history classes. The pictures in the textbooks were dreamy but they hardly did him justice. He was astonishing.

    “Yeah, thanks,” you grinned giving him your brief case so you could hold on to Tony’s lunch without risking your physical well being. He followed you into the elevator and you were racking your mind for something to say.

“You’re Y/N, right? Tony’s assistant.”

“That’s me, and you’re Bucky Barnes. Captain America’s right hand man.”  

“I always see you around, always in passing though. Stark keeps you pretty busy.”

“It’s like having a child.” you sighed a little.

“Hopefully not too, busy. I’ll start a union for your working rights. Don’t think I won’t,” he

assured. It made you genuinely laugh. He smiled back at you and you felt your heart stop for a little bit. Your eyes scanned over his body for a little while. Bucky Barnes always dressed nice. You had never seen him look like a thrown together mess. He wore dress pants and button ups, with sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbow.

    “Are you going to get out the elevator? I mean, I’m fine with staying and talking to you… but I’m afraid your boss’s lunch is getting cold.”

    You realized that your were standing there, like an idiot, just staring at him. You cleared your throat and stepped out, walking towards your office, “He’s not gonna eat it anyway,” you grumbled, fishing your key out of your purse. You set Tony’s lunch on your desk, then grabbed your things from Bucky.

    “But you eat lunch right?” Bucky asked, he seemed a little apprehensive. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and for some reason that just sealed the deal.

    “Yeah, I do.”

    “How about we have lunch… tomorrow?”

    You grabbed a sticky note and a pen from your desk and wrote down your number, “How about you call me tonight with the details?”

    “Really? I mean, yeah,” he was grinning like a kid on christmas morning, and you wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss him. Your phone rang and it was Tony’s ringtone.

    “The overlord is calling,” you joked, leaving your office with the lunch, before you stopped and backed up a few steps to see him doing a little dance through the window of your office. You laughed quietly and continued down the hall.

Two Months later:

    “One of these days I’m just gonna poison his coffee,” you groaned as you flopped into your office chair. Bucky sat on your desk, giving you a soft sympathetic smile. He sat on the same side of the desk as you so you leaned over and rested your head on his lap.

    “Hard day?”

    “Yeah,” you pouted turning your head to the side on his thigh. His fingers went to stroke your baby hairs, and you closed your eyes.

    “Well, I got Tony to give you tomorrow off. And I was thinking, we could have a road trip, you’ll have a three day weekend, and maybe we can head down to Beacon.”

    “Ugh, you are such a hipster,” you laughed.

    “I am not,” he argued.

    “You’re wearing a beanie!”

    He leaned over you and grabbed your face to press kisses all over, “Does that sound good or not, you brat?”

    “It sounds beautiful.”

    By the end of the week you were packing to leave for Beacon with Bucky. The two of you were taking your car because it had better gas mileage than his. When you pulled up to the little house upstate that Steve and Bucky lived in, you smiled a little, thinking about the days to come. It had been so long since you had a proper vacation, and you were having one with the man you might love. Steve was leaving the house, he smiled and help open the door for you. You made your way through the house only to hear talking.

    “I can’t believe this started with a bet,” Sam sighed, “Listen I know you’re determined to prove me wrong but all you needed was one.”

    “Then you bet that I couldn’t get a second one, double or nothing.”

    “I didn’t think Y/N would pass up this sexiness for you.”

    You rounded the corner into the front room, a little shocked. You weren’t sure you were hearing them right. They betted on your date… your entire relationship was just some bet. So what was the bet now? Could he get you to go on a weekend with him? Make you say you loved him?

    “Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted.

    “Don’t hey doll me. What bet is he talking about?”

    “Oooo, I’m out. Good luck man.” Sam bolted off the couch and to the door. You were frozen in the doorway, trying to wrap your head around the information.

    “I know this sounds bad but I promise it’s not like that.”

    “Did you or did you not make a bet on whether or not we’d date?”

    “Yes,” he sighed.

    “How many?”

    “Two, then I told Sam to keep his money-”

    “How much were they worth.”


    “No, I want to know how much someone had to pay to make you pretend you loved me.”

    “I didn’t take the mon-”

    “How much?!” you screamed at him.

    “100… for the first one… then he doubled on the second.”

    “Two Hundred dollars huh?” you pulled your wallet out of your jacket pocket, “that’s how much every date, every kiss, every night costed?!” You pulled two hundred dollar bills out and threw them in his face, “Well here, if that’s all it was running me.” You turned to leave and Bucky grabbed your wrist.

    “Fucking Christ, babe. If you would just shut up and listen for one goddamn moment,” he growled at you, pulling you close.

    You set your mouth into a stubborn pout, “What?”

    “Yes, the first two dates were a bet. Guilty as charged. But no one bet me to adore you the moment I first saw you. No one bet me to continue for another two months. No one paid me to love you, like I do.”

    “How am I supposed to believe anything you say?” you were tearing up, and you hated it.

    “Y/N, if this was all just some elaborate bet… do you think I would put up with all your shit,” he smirked a little. And you smiled a little despite.

    “I dunno, two hundred dollar hookers do a lot of questionable things.”

    “Ouch,” he laughed, “give me this weekend to prove it then. To prove that I love you.”

    “…. Fine.” you sighed, “but if you’re lying, I’ll tell Cap, and he’ll ground you.”

~Mod Lillian

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