Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (implied female)
World: AU. Modern!Bucky x Mechanic!Reader
Warnings: none really. This is really bad and I have forgotten how to write so i hate it. I also started hating the plot midway through so im sorry if its rushed and bad and vague.
Summary: Bucky Barnes is no longer an active member of the Avengers, just looking for a place to settle in that’s just perfect for him. On his search his car breaks down, and the sassy yet lovely mechanic that comes to his rescue, ends up introducing him to the town that might have everything he was searching for.
A/N: This is for @softhairbarnes 750 followers celebration writing challenge! I took the word prompt: Car. Hope you guys enjoy this spin on a typical AU classic lmao. It is so bad tho.
Smooches! xoxo L
He can’t believe it.
He has a metal arm for god’s sake, a metal arm he has been able to keep in check since he left the avengers years ago. The amount of times he’s called Tony or Shuri for advice – just advice! – he can count with his flesh hand, and that’s an achievement. Right?
Of course it is. He’s got that down to a T! Mechanics, right, he’s got it. Never functioned better.
And yet here he is, with his car sputtering some type of oil and there’s some smoke, threatening to be a lot of smoke, because he’s useless when it comes to actual mechanics that aren’t his high tech arm.
So far his mission – mere soldier talk, all he’s doing is town hopping looking for a place to settle – has been a crash course. Huh, hilarious. There’s not a single place that is the perfect balance of quiet and busy for him to just merge into and disappear. Granted, he knows he probably never will disappear, but whatever’s closest to that is what he wants, and he hasn’t found it.
And now here he is in the middle of a very quiet road on the outskirts of a town he had never heard of, thankfully covered in shade by the big trees and waiting impatiently for that mechanic his phone’s F.R.I.D.A.Y told him about – Siri. Young Peter had told him it was called Siri, but he wishes he could call it F.R.I.D.A.Y instead, it’s what he knows – as he tries his best not to mess up his car anymore than he probably already has.