Summary: You’re antisocial and one who doesn’t like help from others, when a solo mission goes south, Bucky’s there to help you feel better.
Warnings: smut (just reader receiving oral and fingering), sexual tension
A/N: I was listening to Chains by Nick Jonas and then this idea came to me but I’m also thinking about doing a fic based on the song Chains bc I really like that song. I don’t have a plot for it yet, just smut and fluff, so if you have any ideas for what that fic could be about feel free to put it in the replies down below. Also, I wrote this in a different environment and I’m curious of my writing style or anything related has changed so I know where I write the best; that means feedback is more than welcome!
Rain plummeted from the grey clouds, making rhythmic noises as they shattered against the roof of T’Challa’s place, the mansion you had called home since the Avengers had split. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to living in such a large place, you had your own room back in the tower, but you weren’t used to all the people who worked along side the new King of Wakanda.
T’Challa had specialists called in to help Wanda learn to control her powers, to train in the air with Sam, create new arrows for Clint, make sure Scott didn’t hurt himself while using his suit; there was even a guy to work with Steve to teach him how to use the latest technology. Bucky joined in on the lessons every so often after he was unfrozen, but most of the time he kept to himself.
Bucky had his own team of specialists, working with his mind and trying to help him unscramble it. When he got his new arm, a gift from T’Challa, he spent time in the health center getting tests run. They had to make sure it wasn’t malfunctioning.
You, on the other hand, were always out shopping or doing solo missions. You hated being locked up in the mansion, surrounded by people you didn’t know or fully trust. T’Challa, and Steve, reassured you that they were trustworthy, but you were still weary.
Steve offered to go on the missions with you, but you always turned down his help. You could do them yourself, they weren’t anything too dangerous. They were just simple undercover missions and obtaining information, you could do them in your sleep.
When you weren’t out looking around Wakanda or going on missions, you were in T’Challa’s library. The only person you’d ever run into there was T’Challa himself or Wanda, so you were always safe from the others and the socialization.