i really love clint in this universe

Unappreciated

Note: hi sweetie! i’m sorry this took a while! i hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s long. i love all feedback! feel free to leave a comment! ♥ .c

Request: Hiii :) I really enjoy your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a Bucky imagine where he doesn’t notice her and treats her badly, despite the fact that she does so much for him and he takes her for granted and he only realizes how much he needs her when she gets terribly hurt. Thank you so much 💖

Originally posted by buckybass



It all started when the super soldier moved into the tower. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him better, though you’ve heard a lot from people in the city streets and the News. But you knew he was more than a Hydra experiment, a brainwashed man who had no choice in the matter, he needed help and you wanted to make his life all the more better.

You were always extremely nice and it took a lot for someone to bring your spirits down, you wanted to help everyone be happy and be okay. Though you knew people needed time and space, they would always come to you for a shoulder to cry on.

Which is why you ended up being there for Bucky; you knew he needed that. You always welcomed him in the mornings with breakfast and a small note containing an uplifting quote. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just give you a tight lipped smile and shut his door in your face. You would shrug it off and tell yourself he wasn’t a morning person.


You were in the kitchen, bright and early, getting Bucky’s breakfast ready. It was nearing 8am and he usually gets up at this time, so you were hoping to get everything done on time. You decided to go with bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. You heard footsteps approaching as you were flipping over the fried eggs, having finished with the grits and bacon already.

You turned with a smile to see Steve and Sam groggily walking in, their pajamas wrinkled and their hair all crazy. “You still make Barnes breakfast?” Sam asked through a rather long yawn. You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, of course!” You said with a chipper attitude. Steve shoved his muscular body onto a stool at the kitchen island, resting his head on his hand.

You turned back to the food and finally got everything ready on a plate and a tray. “Y/N, you’ve done this for like 5 months.” Steve commented as you started to write down an uplifting quote. You shrugged and set the corner of the note under his cup of black coffee. “So?” You asked with a small smile. Steve sighed and shook his head.

Without another word, you slipped off your apron and headed to the elevator, humming as you made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked down the hallway and suddenly Bucky’s door opened, his body leaning against the door frame. You smiled and wiggled your finger at Bucky as he met your eyes. “Hey, Bucky! How’d you sleep?” You asked, walking over to him.

Bucky looked at the tray and nodded. “Fine. This all?” Bucky asked, pointing at the tray. It was a good bit of food you thought. “Oh, did-did you need more?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. Bucky’s eyes lingered on your face before he took the tray from you. “No, this is fine. See ya!” Bucky said before walking back into his room, leaving his door slightly cracked.

You bit your lip as you tapped your fingers against your thighs, slightly peeking into his room. He sat down at his desk and picked up the note you left. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway.” Bucky mumbled. You smiled but it slightly faltered as you watched him scoff and crumble the note, throwing it away.

You sighed and walked away with a shrug, leaving Bucky to enjoy his meal.


You were in the laundry room now, having picked up Bucky’s basket of clean clothes. You picked up on doing his laundry after helping him clean up after a mission. He didn’t seem to mind, so you continued doing it. You tossed his clothes in the basket so you could fold them in his room.

With a smile, you skipped out of the room and bumped into the man himself. “Oof!” You huffed, stumbling back, thankfully having a good grip on the basket. Bucky caught your arm before you could fall and you giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t see you coming.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the basket. “It’s all good. These done?” Bucky asked with a dull tone.

You nodded energetically. “Yep! I can fold them if you want.” You offered with a smile. Bucky shook his head. “I got it this time.” Bucky said as he took the basket from your hands. He turned and left, stalking off down the hallway. You watched after him, seeing his tense back muscles. Following after him, you rounded the corner just fast enough to run into the elevator.

Bucky moved a little away from you as if to give you more space. You smiled up at him. “I couldn’t help but notice you look a little tense.” You said softly, stepping towards Bucky. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “And?” He snapped, taking you aback. “Oh, um, well, I was just going to offer a back massage.” You said a little softer now.

And that’s how you ended up sitting butt on butt on top of Bucky, your hands digging into his back muscles. Groan after groan fell from his lips and you smiled. “Feeling better?” You asked, circling your thumbs into a tight knot just below his shoulder blade. Bucky made a grunting noise in response.

You continued for a few more minutes and rubbed in some soothing essential oils into his skin before climbing off of him. He sat up and stretched. “That was amazing, wow.” Bucky said, a small smile spreading on his lips. You capped your oils and smiled. “I’ll see you around.” Bucky said as he slipped his shirt back on.

You watched him leave his bedroom and you stood there awkwardly. Bucky never thanked you for things like this and it was starting to get to you. You do this to make him feel better and it clearly does that for him, but he never shows gratitude. Bucky just leaves and comes back for this special treatment.

A sigh fell from your lips and small hint of sadness started to hit you. You shook it off with a smile and left Bucky’s room to do some other things on your to-do list.


A few days had passed and you still do the same things for Bucky. You recently started to comfort him during the night when he has nightmares. It was hard to see him writhing around, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his life. You couldn’t help but…help him.

You rushed into Bucky’s room and saw his large body squirming around, broken screams and strangled cries coming from his mouth. It broke your heart to see him like this. You knelt on his bed and rested your hand on his shoulder. His skin was burning and sweaty as he thrashed around. “Bucky, it’s okay. Please, wake up!” You said softly, brushing his hair off of his sticky forehead.

It took a little coaxing but he shot up, almost knocking his head against yours. Bucky breathed heavily, his eyes searching for the danger he thought he was in. After seeing he was safe, he looked at you. Before you could ask if he was alright, he pulled you into his body. “Shh, you’re okay.” You whispered as he cried into your shoulder.

Bucky held onto you and you rubbed his head, your arms wrapped around him. “I promise you’re safe, Bucky.” You whispered soothingly. He hesitantly nodded and sighed into you. His arms held you closer as he continued to calm down. “That’s it.” You softly praised Bucky, his hands releasing their tight hold on your shirt.

You held him close and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently stroking his hair. Bucky clung to you, his breathing coming to a smooth rhythm. “Please, stay.” You barely heard Bucky mumble, his face nuzzled into your chest. “I will.” You whispered back, holding him tightly as you both fell asleep.


Bucky woke up with you draped across his chest, your breathing steady and soft, the little air coming from your nose tickling his skin. His heart fluttered as he stared at your face, peacefulness resting on your features. Bucky reached his hand to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw. The twitch of your lips made him feel something he’s never felt before. And boy did it scare him.

Bucky suddenly pulled out of your hold and stood out of his bed quickly, startling you out of your sleep. You groaned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in Bucky’s bed. “Bucky?” You asked, yawning into your hand. “Get out.” Bucky rasped, slipping on a clean shirt. His previous shirt was discarded on his floor from his body sweating him out.

You looked at him, concern all over your face. “What?” You questioned, moving his blankets off of you. Bucky was breathing heavily and he turned to you. “Why do you help me? Why do you do things for me?” Bucky asked, raking his hand through his hair. You smiled a little. “I just want you to-” “-to be happy? To get better?” Bucky finished your sentence. He scoffed and shook his head.

You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky slowly. You reached out to hold his arm but he jerked it away, his eyes looking into yours. “Y/N, stop! Just go! I don’t need you!” Bucky yelled at your face, causing you to flinch. The wave of sadness hit you again, twice as much this time. You frowned and retracted your outreached hand, your fingers trembling.

Bucky turned his back to you and you backed away from him, leaving his room. What was wrong with him? What did you do? You thought helping him and showing kindness towards him would get him to open up to you. You didn’t know it was making things worse. He never thanked you for anything and you let it go, excusing his ungratefulness as just having a wall built up.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and went your room, locking yourself in there to get ready for the day. You sat on your balcony a little while later and looked out at the cloudy sky. The city below was busy as ever and you usually felt happy watching the people far below, but now, you didn’t feel it.

Your lip quivered the longer you thought about this morning. You just wanted to help him and make him look forward to something nice in the mornings and during the day. The quotes were to help him realize he’s not as weak and broken as he thinks.

A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed, waking into your bedroom. You opened your door and saw Steve standing there in his suit. “Hey-wait, what’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, seeing your watery eyes. You’ve never cried in front of the team, and you never did at all, really. It took a lot for you to get like this and Bucky did it so easily.

Steve stuck his shield to his back and held your shoulders. “Y/N, talk to me.” Steve pleaded, his blue eyes searching yours. You took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Bucky, he-he just got angry this morning. I-I heard him having a nightmare last night so I did what I do best and helped him. He shot out of bed and yelled for me to get out.” You explained, holding in the sob  that wanted to desperately escape.

You sniffled and Steve bent to give you a tight hug. “You’ve done so much for him, Y/N. He still needs time.“ Steve said quietly. You nodded, your arms around his neck. “He’s never shown any gratitude. I figured he just needed that shell to break.” You said, your voice shaking. Steve sighed and pulled away from you. “I’ll talk to him.” Steve said as his frown deepened.

You shook your head quickly, “No, don’t worry about it.” You sniffled again. “Is there a mission?” You asked as your eyes fell to his suit again. Steve slapped his hand against his forehead. “Shoot! Yeah, I need you for guard duty. Nat is coming along to gather information.” Steve explained as you listened closely.

After suiting up and pushing your thoughts about Bucky aside, you walked out of your room and gathered around the team in the common room.

“This should be really easy, you know what to do.” Tony said, speaking to Steve. The others wished you good luck, all except Bucky. He was off to the side, arms crossed and brows creased. He looked troubled, almost like he wanted to say something. You glanced over at him and his eyes met yours, only to flicker away.

You sighed and Nat walked over to you, linking her arm with yours. “Steve told me what happened. I need you to focus, okay?” Nat whispered, her eyes soft. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know.” You said softly.

Steve finished talking with Tony and you all set out on the mission. It took about 4 hours to get there and you had to walk down a wooded trail to get to the base. You were crouched down with Steve and Nat, guns aimed with silencers. “Ready.” Steve said, cocking his gun. You all had to take out the guards out front, so you readied your gun and aimed for any guard you laid eyes on.

You took them down in record time and slowly made your way to the base. Steve kicked in the door and you shot down a guard inside, watching his body instantly fall to the ground. “Okay, Nat you know what to do. I’m right beside you.“ Steve said, leaving you outside to keep watch.

You looked around, keeping your eyes focused and your gun ready. You could hear Steve and Natasha fighting throughout the base in your comm, grunts and hits coming from them. Still looking around the area, you noticed a small movement in the woods in front of you. Your heart jumped in your chest as you slowly held your gun up, scanning the area.

Steve grunted into your comm and you heard Nat yelling curse words. “Y/N! We need you in here!” Steve yelled, his shielding ricocheting off a wall, hitting a guard. Before you replied, you quickly scanned the area once more, hoping it was just an animal you saw rustling in the woods. “I’m coming.” You responded, retreating backwards and turning into the building.

As you walked down the hallways that was covered with dead bodies, you listened for your teammates. “Where are you guys?” You asked, stopping as you approached another hallway. “Take the stairs,we’re on the second floor,” Steve grunted loudly, “There’s a lot more guards than we thought!” Steve called out, gunshots ringing through your comm.

You quickly ran to the door that held the staircase behind it and made your way up, hoping you got there in time. You could hear Steve and Natasha yelling, their weapons going off. “Guys, I’m almost there!” You yelled, keeping a tight grip on your gun. You finally reached the top of the stairs and rounded to the second floor.

You immediately started shooting at any enemy you laid your eyes on. Steve was going to hand to hand with a guard, his shield stuck in the concrete wall. You quickly glanced at Natasha after shooting two more guards down. She used her signature move on one guard and round house kicked another, knocking them both out cold.

A guard to your left aimed his gun at you and you were able to shoot him first, the bullet piercing through his chest. “Nice!” Steve yelled, a smile on his face. He twisted the guards neck and sighed out, pulling his shield from the wall. Natasha finished off the guards around her and you looked around, seeing all of the lifeless bodies.

You wiped your brow and took a deep breath. “Okay, now that that’s over, there should be a vault in the room.” Natasha said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the door, moving around the bodies. 

Steve didn’t lie when he said there were a lot more than they thought. Nat kicked open the door, holding her gun up. “All clear.” She said into her comm. Steve joined her in the room, helping her open the safe.

Putting your gun in your holster, you crossed your arms, waiting for Steve and Nat to finish. A deep chuckle came from behind you, making your heart jump. You whipped around just in time to feel a bullet pierce through your abdomen. You gasped, looking down at the blood starting to pour out of you. “Y/N!” You heard Steve and Nat yell, Steve taking the guard down.

You fell to your knees and the two rushed over to you, Steve grasping hold of your body before you fell onto the floor. “Shit!” Nat yelled, holstering her gun. 

You were breathing heavily, though every breath you took made your body ache and the pain worsen. “St-Steve.” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Applying pressure to your wound, Steve rushed you out of the room.

Steve was yelling at Nat to call Bruce, to tell him you need him as soon as you land. “Y/N, you have to stay awake!” Steve yelled, shaking you lightly enough to make your eyes peel open. You felt Nat’s hand putting more pressure on your wound and looked down, your bodysuit a dark color from the blood. The pain was unbearable, the last thing you heard was Nat and Steve calling your name.


The jet landed and Steve carried you out, meeting Bruce on the roof with a gurney. “She-Bruce, please.” Steve sobbed as he looked down at your pale face. You looked lifeless, just like the enemies you had taken out. “I’ll take care of her.” Bruce assured Steve, quickly rolling your body away.

Nat took a deep breath as they walked into the elevator after Bruce had wheeled you inside and took it down to the medic room. “She can’t die.” Steve’s body shook with another sob and Nat looked up at him, her own eyes threatening to spill with tears. “She won’t. Not Y/N.” Nat whispered, scared her voice would break her tough facade.

The two walked into the common room and met with the others. “Hey! You’re back!” Sam cheered but stopped when he looked at Steve and Nat’s faces. “What happened?” Tony asked, taking his glasses off. “Who’s blood is that?” Clint asked, causing Steve and Nat to look at your blood on their hands. Wanda stepped forward. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked nervously. Bucky entered the room and noticed how quiet it was. “What, did someone die or something?” He asked jokingly.

Bucky looked at Steve, his smile dropping. Bucky took in everyone’s scared expressions. He looked around for you, but he knew something was wrong when he didn’t see your bright and beautiful smile greeting him like you always did. 

“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Bucky asked, feeling his heart starting to beat fast. Steve shook his head and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Steve looked at his bloody hands again and his lip trembled. Bucky gasped, his eyes falling to Steve’s hands. “No. She’s-Steve, don’t do that to me.” Bucky said, shaking his head, his knees feeling weak.

Nat walked over to Bucky and looked at him sadly. “Bucky, she got shot. Bruce is taking care of her now.” Nat explained as best she could, her voice shaking. Bucky noticed the blood on her hands too as tears filled his eyes. “If this is-is some sort of sick joke.“ Bucky choked out, a lump forming in his throat.

Steve sniffled and shook his head. “Buck, it’s not.” Steve said, looking at Bucky as flashbacks played throughout his mind. “Stop! She can’t-FUCK!” Bucky yelled in the all too quiet room. Bucky rushed out, walking straight towards the elevator. All he could think about was you, the whole time you were gone, Bucky thought of how badly he had treated you.

He knew he took you for granted, he didn’t realize how much you did for him until you left his room after he made you leave. He never knew how much you actually meant to him. Bucky wanted to apologize and tell you how he felt when he woke up next to you and he hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

The elevator stopped and Bucky ran out, his feet carrying him down the hallway. He could hear a heart monitor going off and he ran up to the large window, seeing Bruce stitching you up. There was blood all over his gloves and a bit around your stitches. Bloody tissues filled the small trashcan beside Bruce’s feet and it made Bucky’s heart clench.

Your body was pale and it scared Bucky. It scared him because he realized he did need you. You tried so hard to make Bucky feel something, feel happy, feel better, feel…loved. Bucky’s tears fell, his chest rising up and down heavily and fast as he watched Bruce finish up.

Bucky knew you’d be okay now, but he just couldn’t help but feel like the biggest piece of crap because of how he made you feel before you left. He realized his mistake and he desperately wanted to make it better.

Bruce turned to see Bucky looking through the glass window and waved him to come inside. Bucky took a deep breath after wiping his tears away. He took slow steps, afraid his presence alone would cause more damage. Bruce watched closely as Bucky walked toward your body. His eyes took in your current state and he felt even more guilty.

Bruce was writing down information on his clipboard and he sighed softly. “She should be awake soon. The medicine I gave her wears off in just enough time.” Bruce told Bucky, watching him grasp your hand gently. Bucky nodded slowly, his eyes on your closed ones. He reached up to your face, his finger caressing along your jawline like he did this morning.

Deciding to give you two a bit of privacy, Bruce quietly exited the room and left to notify the others on how you’re doing. Bucky took a shaky breath before speaking. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Bucky whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “I was so horrible to you.” He choked out.

He saw your eyelids flutter before slowly starting to open. His heart skipped in his chest and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me, please.” Bucky whispered. You squinted your eyes a tad at the bright lights and Bucky moved closer, blocking it for you.

You groaned and tried to sit up, not aware of the stitches in your abdomen. Bucky held you down gently. “Y/N, don’t move.” He spoke softly. You relaxed again and licked your dry lips. You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, not meaning to, though you didn’t apologize. 

Bucky sighed and frowned at your sourness towards him. He was used to you being sweet, but he reckoned he ruined that for good. “I know you might hate me now, but I realized something after, you know..” Bucky trailed off, staring down at you. Your heart sank as you took in his watery and puffy eyes. He had been crying and it was probably because of you.

You watched Bucky’s lip tremble and you reached your hand up to hold his that was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry I never appreciated you.” Bucky said, his words holding more than he led on. You knew what he meant and you nodded gently. “I’m sorry if I was too much. I won’t do it anymore.” You whispered, letting your hand fall from Bucky’s.

Bucky nodded gently. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to do things for me anymore. But I do want you to keep trying with me. Y/N, I-I need you.” Bucky said, a sob wracking through his body. Your eyes lifted to Bucky’s and you furrowed your eyebrows. “You what?” You asked, not believing what Bucky just said.

Your heart started racing as Bucky bent down, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped before kissing him back, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head. Your heart monitor started beeping faster and Bucky pulled away, a smile on his face. “I said I need you. I was wrong before, so so wrong.” Bucky whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

A smile formed on your lips in return and you giggled. “I’ll always be here, Bucky.” You said, your hand resting on his cheek. Bucky sniffled and kissed your forehead. “I want to take care of you until you get better.” Bucky said, raising up so he could look at your bandage. You gently sighed and frowned. “But I-” Bucky shushed you. “Y/N, you’ve done so much for me.” Bucky said, holding onto your hand.

You nodded and smiled at Bucky, your happiness fluttering back into your chest.

Note: TBH I THINK THIS SUCKS BUT YET I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE .c

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 10

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy

Word Count: 1839

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: This part is so fluffy and I love it. I really love the scene in AoU where the Avengers stay at Clint’s house – it added a different kind of backdrop that we rarely get to see them in. Those scenes inspired this. I also really want it to snow here – so…. I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Originally posted by bellasmith45

Originally posted by oriondiary


“Y/N! Barnes! Dinner is in five! You better get your asses over to the house if you want to eat!” I could hear Clint shout from below. I sat up and rubbed my eyes sleepily. Peering down beside me I could see that Bucky was still fast asleep.

I couldn’t help but grin to myself. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I got up from the bed and bent over him carefully. “Up and at ‘em Sargent!” I yelled and Bucky jumped straight off the bed. I roared with laughter as he crossed his arms looking at me. “That’s what you get after the thing with Sam. We’re even,” I said as I backed up from the bed defensively.

His set his jaw defensively and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh? Even, huh?” he said as he stalked towards me.

“Now, Buck…” I said with my hands up defensively but I was cut short by him darting towards me and knocking me back on the bed. “Ugh… Buck you weigh a ton!” I complained as I tried to wiggle out from under him on the bed. “I CAN’T BREATHE!”

He laughed and raised himself off me enough to look at me. “I’m sorry about earlier, doll. Forgive me?” he asked playfully as he kissed my neck.

“Always.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled as he stood up and offered me his hand. “Now we better get over to the house or Clint will be pissed.”

We made our way to the house slowly. Before we entered Bucky grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. He let go to open the door and we walked in to a roar of helloes! Everyone was there – Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Nat, Tony, Scott, Bruce, Thor, and Rhodey. Thor – who had been spending quite a bit of time in Asgard walked up and gave us both bone crunching hugs. We laughed as we struggled for air.

“Well it’s about time,” Clint chastised us as he tapped on his watch and grinned.

“Um.. Y/N… have you by chance looked into a mirror recently?” Wanda whispered in my ear. I looked at her wide-eyed and confused. I had opened my mouth to reply, but before I could get a word out she grabbed my hand and we headed straight to the bathroom. I looked back at Bucky who gave me a confused look and shrugged helplessly. Once we were safely in the bathroom Wanda pushed me towards the mirror, “I guess you didn’t sleep when you and Barnes were in the loft, huh?” I looked into the mirror mortified.

“Oh my god! I am going to strangle him! Why wouldn’t he tell me?!” I scoffed at the mirror. My hair was a mess but what mortified me the most was the ever apparent hickey on my neck. Wanda burst into a fit of laughter as she watched me frantically try to cover it up.

“I have just the thing. Stay here,” she said and darted from the bathroom. That wasn’t going to be a problem because I wasn’t leaving the bathroom until the issue was resolved. Wanda reappeared suddenly with her makeup bag in hand. “Hold still,” she instructed as she began applying copious amounts of concealer to the area. She paused and stepped back to analyze her work, “Fixed. I have no easy way to fix that sex hair though.” I groaned and began running my fingers through my tangled tresses over and over. Finally, I sighed in resignation and left the bathroom with Wanda following me.

“There you two are,” Tony shouted effectively bringing attention to us. He grinned and winked at me as Bucky made his way to me carrying two plates.

“I went ahead and made you a plate, doll. You know how Thor can eat basically everything in sight when he puts his mind to it,” he said as he handed the plate to me. We sat down on Clint’s sofa and he dipped his head down close to my ear. “I see something has been covered up,” he whispered with a hint of humor in his voice. I aimed an elbow directly for his ribs and made contact. “Hey now,” he huffed. “I liked seeing it because it reminded me of other things,” he added softly, his voice full of suggestion. I squirmed a little on the couch as I felt the heat rise up my neck and to my cheeks. He laughed and winked at me before turning his attention back to an argument he had been having with Steve and Sam over football.

Once everyone had finished eating dinner we made our way outside to set up the bonfire. It had been a tradition before I had joined the team, and it was a tradition that I really enjoyed. It was cold in New York during this time of year and I found my jacket to be inadequate to keep me comfortable. I sat in one of the rocking chairs on the porch wrapped in a large blanket that Laura had graciously offered me while I watched the men bicker as they tried to start the fire.

“What?” Bucky smirked as he walked back towards me.

“I just like to watch you guys argue. There’s something soothing about it,” I shrugged and stood up so he could sit in the chair. He pulled me onto his lap and we both snuggled under the blanket.

“I mean I can think of much more soothing things than listening to us complain or listening to Tony talk about thermodynamics,” he replied with a laugh.

“Not me,” I said as I snuggled my head below his neck and wrapped my arms around his body. “It’s home. All the good and the bad.” He squeezed me gently and smiled.

“For you,” Nat said matter-of-factly as she offered me a cup. “And for you,” as she offered the other to Bucky.

“Thanks Nat,” I responded as I put the cup to my lips. Hot Chocolate was perfect for this kind of weather. I took a sip. “Holy shit! What is this?” I sputtered almost spitting it back into the cup and nearly knocking Bucky’s from his hands.

“Oops! I must have switched those on accident – that one is for Bucky!” She said apologetically. We switched cups as she walked away to deliver drinks to the others.

“What is that?” I asked while sipping my hot chocolate hoping that it would make the taste of Bucky’s drink dissipate.

“Oh Thor brings it from Asgard. It’s the only thing that can actually get Steve and I drunk if we drink enough of it,” he shrugged. “Everyone else drinks hot chocolate with whiskey and we have this.”

“Asgard?! What’s going to happen to me since I drank it?”

“You’ll uh… you’ll be fine because you only had a small sip. I just wouldn’t suggest drinking a lot tonight,” Bucky responded meekly.

“Oh great!”

“You’ll be fine doll,” he replied and gave me a squeeze. I looked up at him and he smiled. “This is nice.”

“What’s nice?” I asked curiously.

“Being here with you,” he replied sweetly. I smiled and threw the blanket up over both of our heads. “Hey! What are you…” Bucky was protesting but I cut him off with a shush. I kissed him sweetly and suddenly he understood – his shifted his weight and held me to him while retuning the kiss.

“You’re right,” I said as I broke away from the kiss.

“About what this time?” he asked teasingly.

“This is nice.”

The blanket was suddenly being pulled from our heads. “Auntie Y/N! Why are you hiding!” little Natalie exclaimed. Bucky and I both laughed. I popped my head out of the blanket dramatically and looked at her with a grin. “It’s snowing and you’re going to miss it!” She squealed excitedly as she pointed to the night sky. Sure enough it had begun to snow.

I grinned at her and replied, “Well you know what that means right? We have to try to catch some of those snowflakes!” I bounced off of Bucky’s lap and chased her off the porch into the night. She screamed in delight. After running around in circles for some time I laid on the grass and she plopped on top of me. Bucky walked over with a grin on his face and sat down beside us.

“Well did you catch some?” he asked Natalie excitedly.

“Yes! I caught lots!” Natalie giggled. She was quiet for a second and then said, “Uncle Bucky?”

“Yes Natalie?” he asked giving her a heartbreakingly sweet smile.

“Do you love Auntie Y/N?” she asked innocently. At first her question took him by surprise. I felt my pulse quicken and became aware that I was holding my breath as I waited for his reply.

He smiled sweetly at her and then looked at me, “Yes Natalie, I love your Auntie very much.” I blushed violently and smiled at him in return.

“Thank goodness,” Natalie said with a sigh. “Auntie Y/N, will you tuck me in? I’m sleepy and cold.”

“Absolutely sweetheart,” I replied. Bucky gathered Natalie up in his arms and we made our way into the house. I didn’t notice the cold anymore – all I could think about was his reply—I love your Auntie very much. It was the first time I had ever heard Bucky use the word love. The only person near enough to hear our conversation was Steve who caught my eye as we made our way to the house. He smiled at me as we passed and returned to his conversation with Tony and Sam.

Once Natalie was snuggly tucked into bed we made our way back to the bonfire. The snow had picked up quite a bit and had begun to build on the ground. “Now where, were we?” Bucky whispered in my ear as he caught my hand and spun me around to face him. “I remember,” he said with a smile as he bent down to give me a kiss. Before he could actually reach my lips something whizzed by our heads. Bucky turned just in time to be pelted square in the face with a meager snowball. “Stark, I swear to god!” he said and then laughed.

“I’m shaking in my loafers!” Stark yelled from behind a tree.

“Now come on you two before this gets out of… HEY!” Steve yelled as Bucky’s snowball connected with his face. “Now listen here you jerk!” Steve chastised as he bent over scraping snow frantically.

Bucky ran into the night yelling, “I’m coming for you next, Stark!” I had to laugh. Bucky was rarely carefree and the last few days had held so much promise not only for him, but for the team and for us. By the time everything was said and done we were all in front of Clint’s giant fireplace – dripping and cold – but cheerful as we traded jabs and drank into the night.


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I’m sure I’d enjoy being a MCU fan much more if I agreed with the fandom about pretty much anything.

Which for the most part I don’t. 

I don’t care about Bucky all that much, or find him all that interesting. Stucky does literally nothing for me as a ship (I don’t hate it and I’m not ‘against’ it, I just don’t get what everybody’s thing about it is). I LOVE Brutasha to the core of my being, and think there was actually a really solid set-up for them in Avengers (which was when I started shipping them). I think Natasha and Clint really are BFFs with no romantic dynamic in the cinematic universe (i know they have one in the comics, but to me it’s a separate thing). I don’t find Loki all that compelling as a character/villain. I don’t think AoU was some mass OOC retcon, as most other fans seem to claim it is (this accusation I strongly suspect has more to do with Joss Whedon contradicting a lot of fan and fandom created headcanons that people have come to believe are more text-based than they really are, especially since they are so widely shared). 

Like, I’ve literally never seen anyone give any actual explanation as to what in AoU is contradictory to previous MCU properties. It seems to have become this thing people assert, without having to provide any substantiating textual evidence, because everyone just seems to agree about it, even though I’m over here like, I have literally no idea what you are all talking about. I’d honestly love an actual example that isn’t “Natasha was clearly in love with Clint in first movie and Brustasha came out of nowhere” because I literally never saw any kind of romantic chemistry between Natasha and Clint in first movie, and to me, Bruce and Natasha’s romance seemed to follow quite naturally from Avengers. Also, even assuming that example made sense to me, it’s literally ONE example.

People’s hatred of AoU is so overblown and I just find it endlessly irritating. There are certainly things about it that I didn’t like, that I thought were poorly executed, that could have been done better etc. But people’s blatant hatred of it just feels so excessive, and I really don’t understand what it’s based on other than, I didn’t get the ships I wanted, and Steve wasn’t obsessing about Bucky the whole time, and therefore it sucked balls. 

So that’s my long-pending rant about that and I’ll say good bye now to the group of followers who no doubt will rage-unfollow me for daring to speak such horrid MCU fandom blasphemy. Go in peace.