Bake the brownie, Claim a date (Bucky Barnes X Reader)
Title: Bake the brownie, Claim a date
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: Tony believes that the team needs to get some bonding going. The lot of them got ushered into a small bakery and baking classes ensues. But a certain Baker catches Bucky’s eyes but would a little meltdown break off all his chances?
“I’ve taken it upon myself to set up a sort of bonding session for the lot of us.” Tony declared, walking into the kitchen as he headed straight to the fridge to rummage through.
His declaration caught the heroes scattered around the dining area off guard, causing silence to blanket the room. Natasha was the first to react with a bemused expression and chuckle.
“Well, I guess this is the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist trying to get the team together again after the infamous heroes’ civil war?” the Russian spy questioned with a large smirk hanging off her face.
Tony replied by rolling his eyes coupled with an exaggerated sigh, “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
“Now, Nat you’re going to inform the Big guy and Arrowman. Wanda, get your twin to turn up. And you Capsicle, get Birdman and uh, Buck-, Barnes to come along.” Tony requested, his voice laced with a lighthearted awkwardness.
Steve let out a chuckle, his eyes shining with an appreciation for Tony’s awkward friendly gesture. He replied with a nod and a pat on Tony’s back as he walked towards the gym to pass his message on.
Wanda then remembered that Tony has yet to inform anyone about what this bonding session entails.
“So what exactly are we going to do to uh, bond? Is it not going to be another paintball or laser tag session right? Nat and Clint always win those.” she asked with a look of skepticism.
“Nah, we do enough physical work during missions and training session. Friday has brought to my attention that the only people in this tower that can properly cook are Bruce and you. And the food isn’t even good. No offense intended sweetheart. So, I’ve signed us up for cooking and baking classes at the little bakery down the street.” Tony replied, patting Wanda’s head.
“The bakery that makes those amazing bagels and to-die-for cheesecakes?” Wanda asked with sparkling eyes completely ignoring Tony’s jab at her cooking skills.
Tony raised his brows, smirked and gave her a nod.
It was quite a sight to see, the small hole-in-the-wall bakery jam-packed with residents of the Avengers compound. Monday afternoon was slow at best for the bakery, and besides the sweet old lady from down the street finishing up her tea and teacake, it was just (Y/N), the owner, her assistant and the group of superheroes.
“Hello, everyone! It is quite unnerving to have all of you here.” she greeted them with a light laugh, wiping her hand with a rag on the counter as she ushered them into the kitchen behind the sitting area.
Bucky has been feeling unnerved since Steve informed him of Tony’s team bonding plans. He’s grateful that Tony is trying to help him integrate into the group, but at the same time, he’s not too sure how he feels being out in public with earth’s mightiest heroes when he was a notorious killer in the past.
All of those thought flew out of his mind when he stepped into the tiny bakery. The first thing that struck him was how good the place smelled - buttery pastry with hints of cinnamon and citrus. As he was secretly attempting to take a deeper waft of the wondrous smell of the shop, a soft voice of (Y/N) snapped him out of his reverie.
He looked up his eyes immediately picked out the girl standing behind the counter, a pale blue apron around her as she gave them a breathtaking smile. Her eyes met Bucky’s and her smile grew brighter, eyes forming crescents, causing Bucky to break eye contact in embarrassment.
“So, I’m (Y/N), and I do know who all of you are, and I hope all of you would find this class useful!” (Y/N) introduced herself as she passed around aprons to the lot, fussing around the sizes.
“Is this all of you? We have nine here, and I need everyone to pair up alright? Let’s see, we’re missing one so one of you can come pair up with me okay?” (Y/N) suggested, walking back to her work station at the front.
Hearing what (Y/N) said, Bucky’s palms became sweaty as he played with the idea of asking her to be partners. Steve has been trying to get his attention to no avail as his friend debated with himself internally.
At that moment, a loud crash came from the door leading to the kitchen causing (Y/N) to drop the mixing bowl she was holding. At the door was Thor who was decked in surprisingly regular civilian clothes that Natasha has very kindly got for him previously.
“Ah! There you are little bean!” Thor’s loud voice bellowed as the God beelined for (Y/N) and wrapped her in a one arm hug, lifting her slightly off the ground. Everyone looked on with confusion etched on their faces, and Bucky sported a frown, much deeper than it usually is.
“Oh, Thor! It has has been so long!” (Y/N) squealed softly as she returned the hug as best she could considering how tightly Thor hugged her.
“Don’t look so shocked, tiny humans! I come here every time I’m back in Midgard for those little tiny colorful treats she makes.” Thor explained, a loud laughter following.
“Now, we have an even number! Here Thor, take an apron and join your friends, she suggested, passing the God a pastel purple apron.
"What is this tiny rag of fabric you want me to put on?” Thor questioned with awe, dangling the apron on his finger.
Unhappy that Thor messed up his plans of asking to be (Y/N)’s partner, Bucky sulked and folded his arm in front of his chest. He looked on at (Y/N) who was helping Thor put on his apron, making him frown even more when he has tied his himself, kicking himself in his head for not thinking to ask her for help.
In no time, the group has started their class and (Y/N) was walking around the class giving out advice and compliments. They were working on a brownie recipe that (Y/N) made with to sell in her bakery.
Bucky eventually paired with Sam, and Steve with Thor as the Captain didn’t want either of his friends feeling left out, much to Bucky’s dismay. Sam was relentless with his comments towards Bucky, and it was getting on the soldier’s nerves.
“Hey hey, Barnes, eye on the batter, man. Stop stealing glances at the teacher!” Sam chastised Bucky with a smirk, giving him a knowing look.
Bucky grew red-faced, and he couldn’t help his nervousness. His grip on the whisk tightened as he unknowingly bent the metal handle of the baking aid.
“Hey hey hey hey Barnes, WATCH IT!” the startled Sam called out, backing away from Bucky.
The commotion got the attention of (Y/N) that was a table away. Steve stifled at the scene and was worried that Bucky was getting emotional and may crack. It hasn’t been long since the whole civil war ordeal has passed and Bucky has returned home from Wakanda. Doctors and scientists were still in the works of finding a way to help Bucky rebuild his memories and moving past his brainwashing past.
When Steve was about to walk over to calm Bucky down, (Y/N) has already made her way and settled herself next to the soldier. The surrounding was silent, and even Thor was quietly looking on at the scene in front.
(Y/N) has placed her hand above Bucky’s clenched metal ones calmly and slowly rubbed her thumb over his. Bucky loosened his grip at the warmth that he felt through (Y/N) hands. His steely gaze softened considerably, and he looked down at the girl that was giving him an understanding soft smile. (Y/N) switched out the spoilt whisk and gave him a new one. Her hand cupped his and helped him with whisking the batter, the smile not leaving her face.
Seeing the shift in atmosphere, Tony started to loudly whisk his mixture, causing the lot to continue their loud chatters.
As the brownies settle into the ovens and got baking, the heroes settled themselves in the bakery with tiny cups of tea and an assortment of pastries in front of them. Bucky found a seat next to the window and was staring at the passersby when (Y/N) took a seat next to him.
“So, Mr. Barnes. How’d you like the lesson today?” she asked, her arm support the side of her face as she looked inquisitively at Bucky.
Bucky couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he replied, “Bucky. Please just call me Bucky. It was incredible, doll.” he blurted out the endearing nickname before he could stop himself causing both of them to blush a deep crimson.
The brownies were out the oven and cooled and (Y/N) has packed them into cute boxes, handing them out to everyone, most looking extremely pleased with themselves.
As (Y/N) was showing everyone out of her bakery at the promise of a coming next session, Bucky shuffled on his feet and stole glances at the Baker. (Y/N) noticed his discomfort and went up to him.
“Bucky, what’s wrong?”
“Uh, um, well, you see, are you, uh, are you free Uhm…” came Bucky’s mumbled an answer.
A broad smile broke on (Y/N)’s face as she realized what Bucky was asking.
“I’m free next Monday after the shop closes at 6. I live above the bakery. Would you pick me up at 7?” (Y/N) asked the grin on her face infectious.
Bucky’s reply came hastily, and he nodded his head and said yes a few times. (Y/N) let out a bubble of laughter as she pushed him out to join his awaiting friends.
“I’ll see you soon, and I’ll be in charge of dessert!” (Y/N) said as she waved them goodbye.
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