Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Pietro Maximoff
A/N: Hiiiii sorry for the wait!
“What’s wrong? You bolted out of there so fast.” Bucky says, stepping inside your room.
You pull away from the hug but Wanda doesn’t fully release you from her hold. “I’m fine, I just felt sick.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Sick? Do you need me to get you some medicine? How sick? Like nausea? Stomach pains?”
“She’s fine now, Bucky.” Wanda snapped. “You can go back to the kitchen. I’ve got her.”
She was shooting daggers into his head. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. Bucky genuinely looked confused towards Wanda’s glares and her tone. He looks at you as if waiting for confirmation and you rub your eyes.
“Go, Bucky, I’m fine, really.” you say.
A look flashes over his features, something you can’t quite decipher before he turns around and leaves your room. You let out a sigh and turn back to Wanda who was frowning.
“That oblivious asshole.” she muttered under her breath.
“Can we just forget about him for like, forever?” you groan, causing Wanda to laugh.
“Whatever you want, Y/N.” she says. “Ooo! How about we go see my brother tomorrow! I know you haven’t seen him in a while and it’ll be good for you to get away from Bucky for a day.”
You shrug. “Yeah, okay. I miss that squirt anyways.”
“I’m sure he misses you too.” she lets you go and nods over to your bed. “Get some sleep. We’ll leave around eight.”
“Isn’t Pietro gonna get mad that we’re there so early? He’s not a morning person.” you say, sitting on your bed.
“Yeah but it’s alright. He’ll get over it.” Wanda shrugged.
You laugh and climb into bed, watching as Wanda left your room after bidding you goodnight. You lay there for a bit, excited that you would be seeing Pietro tomorrow.
“Get up!” Wanda shouted before jumping on you. “Get up, get up, get up!”
You let out an annoyed groan and reach over, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the brunette. “Shut. Up.”
Wanda smiles. “Come on, we gotta hit the road.”
“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, Wanda.” you whine, opening one eye to look at her.
“We’ll go get breakfast with Pietro now come on.” she pulls you up and out of bed before handing you some clothes. “I took the liberty of getting some clothes for you. Hurry up and take a shower.”
You playfully roll your eyes and snatch the clothes from her, disappearing into the bathroom. You have absolutely no idea how someone can be so happy in the morning. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you find Wanda in the living room, on her phone.
“I’m ready.” you announce with a smile.
“Ready for what?” a groggy voice says from behind you. Both you and Wanda turn around, seeing Bucky standing there. It’s clear that he’s just woken up.
“We’re going to see my brother.” Wanda smiled. Bucky tenses up.
“Oh.” he nods. “Are you sure you have to go? I wanted to do something with you today.” he looks directly at you as he spoke.
“Um..” you cough. “Yeah. I haven’t seen Pietro in a while and I miss him.”
All he does is nod. The awkward silence makes it’s way towards you and Bucky but before it could get too awkward, Wanda comes up beside you and grabs your upper arm.
“Come on Y/N.”
You don’t hesitate, letting her drag you away from Bucky and out of the building, to her car. “I froze, oh my god I’m such an idiot. That was such an awkward silence and I hate awkward silences.”
Wanda puts the car in drive. “Don’t think about it too much.”
After a very long drive (actually it was only 20 minutes but you get very moody when you’re hungry) you finally make it to Pietro’s apartment. You go to knock but Wanda grabs your hand, stopping you.
“What? I’m gonna knock.” you say. She shakes her head and digs around her pocket before pulling out a key.
“I have a key. He gave it to me for emergencies only.” she tells you before unlocking the door.
The scent of vanilla dances around you as the two of you enter his apartment.
“He’s probably still sleeping.” Wanda whispered to you. She starts walking to Pietro’s room and you follow closely behind. Wanda quietly opens the door, revealing a sleeping Pietro facing the door. He was laying on his stomach and his face was squished into the pillow. He looked at peace.
You smile and walk towards his bed, laying down next to him while Wanda stood at the foot of his bed. She quietly counted to 3 before jumping on top of him, much similar to what she did to you that morning, and shouted ‘get up’. Pietro’s eyes snap open and he gasps, looking over at Wanda before glaring at her while she laughed.
“What the hell, младшая сестра!” he shouts, rubbing his eyes.
“I’m not little.” she states, moving over to sit down.
“I’m twelve minutes older than you.”
Wanda rolls her eyes before nodding her head over to you. “I brought you a present.”
“Thanks for objectifying me.” you spoke. Pietro looks over at you and a huge grin takes place on his lips.
“Y/N!” his arm reaches over and pulls you towards him, causing you to become squished between his arm and his chest.
“Hey Piet.” you laugh.
“What are you guys doing here?” he asks after hugging you.
“Can’t I just come by and see my loving brother with my friend?” Wanda sighs.
“You never want to see me.”
“Fine, you caught me.” she says. “Bucky has been giving her a hard time so I thought I’d bring her here to get away from him.”
Pietro looks at you. “Bucky’s been giving you a hard time?”
“Something like that.”
Pietro looks at you then at Wanda, obviously waiting for one of you to fill him in. Wanda rolls her eyes and looks over to you. “Can I tell him?”
You and Pietro look at each other and you nod. “Sure.”
And so Wanda tells Pietro everything, him nodding to signal that he understood what was being said. When she was done, he scoffed. “I could have told you that she liked Bucky.”
You and Wanda give him a look. “You mean you knew?”
“Yeah, it was obvious.” he shrugged.
“How did you find out? I never told anyone that I liked him.” you spoke.
“You didn’t have to.” he tells you. “Your body language says everything. Every time you were near Bucky you’d tuck your hair behind your ears and play with your fingers.”
“How did you-”
“I spend a lot of time studying people. I can’t believe no one has found out about your little crush.”
Wanda chuckled. “I wouldn’t call it little.”
You glare at her.
“Leave my love alone.” Pietro huffed, kicking his sister.
“I didn’t come here to be bullied.”
“Then you shouldn’t have came.”
“You know what-”
“Ugh, you guys are such siblings.” you roll your eyes at the two and they laugh. “Now that you’re all filled in on my tragic love life, can we go get something to eat because Wanda’s been starving me.”
Pietro chuckled. “Yeah, let me get changed.”
A/N: I’m. So. Tired. Anyways, bit short but oh whale. Tell me what ya think!
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