Just a reminder that your religious beliefs don’t make you immune to the laws of the land. It is illegal in the U.S. to possess, buy or sell the feathers, other remains, eggs and nests of almost every wild bird native here, to include all raptors, songbirds, corvids, etc.
Prompt: Bucky meets an actual angel and struggles with the idea of angels being real
Warnings: Bucky not believing in God?
A/N: There’s a change of POV somewhere in the middle and I wasn’t sure how to write this, so I hope it’s okay.
Bucky had never been particularly religious - not even before the war. Once Hydra had turned him into the Winter Soldier he was sure that something like a god couldn’t exist.
He didn’t think that he was an especially good person, but even someone like him didn’t deserve being turned into a killer – for the sake of himself and the many lives he took.
No there wasn’t a single being watching out for him. He was sure of it after having prayed for help for years.
Heaven was just a dream and nothing more.
It took him months to slowly become Bucky Barnes again with Steve’s help. When Steve mentioned an agent coming back from an 8-months mission he didn’t really care. He still tried to stay away from most people except Steve and he didn’t expect it to be different with this one agent. What Steve failed to mention was who or what this agent was exactly.
Three days later Bucky entered the kitchen after his morning training when Tony’s voice reached his ears.
“Good to have you back, Feathers.”
“I told you not to call me that, Anthony.” A soft voice answered
After taking a bottle of water from the fridge Bucky slowly made his way into the living area.
Tony had his arm slung around the shoulders of a young woman. Feeling slightly awkward staring at them Bucky cleared his throat. Tony and the woman turned around, facing him. While Tony was smirking the woman innocently blinked up at him.
“Hey Snowflake, you haven’t met Feathers here yet, right?” Tony asked, lazily gesturing from her to Bucky, Tony added, “Feathers Snowflake. Snowflake Feathers.”
Bucky glared at Tony, but the woman already had stepped forward, offering her hand to him. Just now he noticed how tiny she is. Carefully he took her delicate hand in his, squeezing it softly.
“Bucky,” he mumbled, dropping her hand again.
“I’m y/n, an angel of the lord.”
“Angels don’t exist”, was Bucky’s immediate response.
She didn’t seem offended, only tilting her head a fraction. “They do.”
Tony snorted, “I didn’t believe it at first, but she’s telling the truth. Y/n is our own little Avengers angel.”
That couldn’t be true. Angels don’t exist. Not in this world.
“H-How?” Bucky stuttered. The scratchy sound of his voice surprising himself.
Her innocent expression changed into something he couldn’t pinpoint.
Bucky raised an eyebrow and she added, “from heaven.”
Confused you looked after the man who introduced himself as Bucky after he fled from the room. Tony placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“Did I upset him?” You asked Tony, wondering if you messed up some human custom again.
“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You just told him that you’re an angel, it’s not easy for most of us to accept something like that.”
You dropped your head a bit, but Tony was quick to add, “Hey, you wanna check out my new suit?”
No one saw Bucky while the rest of the team came to welcome you back. You glanced around the room a few times for Bucky, but decided to give him time. Maybe you would be able to talk to him the next day after everything calmed down a bit.
After everyone had gone to bed and Bucky still didn’t show up Steve went looking for him. After asking JARVIS about Bucky’s whereabouts Steve found him in one of the training rooms.
Bucky looked up when he heard the door open, but shifted his focus back on the punching bag once he realized that it only was Steve.
“Why haven’t you come up, Bucky? I wanted to introduce y/n to you.” Steve asked.
“You didn’t tell me that she’s an angel! A real fucking angel!” The punching bag swung violently after an especially hard hit from Bucky, his breathing growing more erratic.
“I don’t get why you’re getting so worked up about it. Sure, it’s surprising, but doesn’t it give you hope that there’s a heaven up there?”
Bucky let out a humorless laugh, “As if. If there’s a god he must fucking hate me.”
Steve shook his head, “It’s not that easy Bucky. At least give y/n a chance…”
Bucky grunted when he threw another punch, “Maybe. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to think. I don’t even know what to say to her. She’s an angel while I’m a killer. We couldn’t be more different.”