A Refreshing Start (Part Five)
Description: Bucky x Reader. The reader, a trained assassin, decides that she no longer wants to be a killer and that a new start is in order with help from the most unlikely places.
Author’s Note: AHHHH. I’m loving this series. I’ve still got a plan up to at least part 10 so actually we’re only really getting into the juicy bit now ;)
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“I know you,” Steve said, his face hardening, eyes flicking back to Bucky in confusion. “You’re the Hydra assassin.”
“Not anymore,” you said quietly. You glanced to Bucky who gave you an encouraging nod. “I was never particularly a fan, but also never particularly on their side.“
"Tell me why I shouldn’t turn you in here and now.”
“Steve, Y/N is-” Bucky interpreted.
“I want to hear it from Y/N.”
Bucky sat back in his chair in defeat, throwing you an apologetic look. It wasn’t the end of the world, you’d handled worse situations but you’d been quite enjoying your date evening. You took a large sip of wine as Steve sat down in the empty seat next to Bucky, his eyes never once leaving you. He was bigger up close that was for sure, and you weren’t a fan of how he scrutinised your movements… Yet there had to be a reason Bucky trusted him so much.
You knew you could lie (and be damn convincing at it) but what was the point? With how much you’d divulged to Bucky in the past little while, anything you didn’t say would be filled in later anyway. You’d read a fair few files on Steve Rogers before now, you supposed it’d only be fair to level the playing field a little.
“I was a gun for hire, a specialised one. Hydra hired me the last time we met, but equally so have governments and even SHIELD. A job is a job… but I’ve given it up.” You looked around, making sure no one else was listening in on your conversation. “I make coffee now.”
“Coffee?” Steve said skeptically. You never knew the beverage could be spoken of in such a passive aggressive tone.
Steve looked to Bucky whose eyes were fixed on you. He looked as nervous as you felt and you couldn’t help but offer him a small smile. He returned it briefly but jumped as he realised his friend was clearly expecting a comment judging by the intense look.
“Hey, it’s good coffee,” Bucky said simply throwing you a wink. Steve noticed it but chose not to comment on that.
“Forgive me, but that’s hard to believe…” Steve trailed off, looking between the pair of you cautiously.
“Says the man who spent how long as a frozen mammoth?” you countered.
Bucky smirked and you felt a small inkling of pride. Sassing his best friend was going to go one of two ways and you were pleased it was a positive reaction. It meant a lot that he was sticking up for you, even if it was only subtly. Just a couple of brief comments was more loyalty than you’d seen in years.
“And you’re okay with this?” Steve said, uncertainty still in his voice as he turned to Bucky.
“Yeah, it took me a little while but yeah, I’ve not seen any reason yet to doubt what Y/N’s said.”
“Then I guess that’s good enough for me for now,” Steve said, pulling a tight smile. “You give me one reason though.”
“I won’t hurt you, Bucky or anyone - scout’s honour.”
Steve nodded slowly, settling back into his chair as he cast another brief look to his friend. "Look, I came for a quick take away meal, came here a lot when I first woke up. They package it up normally but I’ll ask for a plate while you start from the beginning and explain. Deal?“
So you did - with some details softened a touch for his patriotic ears. He knew Bucky’s and the infamous Black Widow’s colourful histories so you were sure he could fill in any blanks you’d skirted around. You briefly told him how you came to be in that line of work and you told him what lead you to quit, the bits in between were irrelevant. You spoke of the coffee shop and your apartment above it that you basically had to yourself thanks to your absent roommate. Bucky chipped in sometimes with little details he remembered you mentioning about your new work and the conversation drifted on from there.
Steve began to relax, telling you of a mission that somehow obscurely related to coffee by the end and you were all laughing together. It was only when a waiter came over, visibly nervous to interrupt that you all realised the time. The place was meant to close at 11 and that time had gone by about 20 minutes ago.
The waiter placed the bill on the table apologising before he walked off to allow you to pay.
"I’ll hand it to you, you don’t seem like a bad person,” Steve said, looking from you to Bucky with smile.
“Thanks?” You said with a chuckle. You dug through your purse and found enough to cover your share of money to put on the little silver dish and a little extra tip as an apology for the overtime. You placed it down, only for Steve to suddenly burst into life.
“Oh no, Y/N it’s on me,” Steve said, tipping it off so it landed in front of you and grabbing his wallet. He leafed through, finding enough to cover all three of you and put it down on the tray as you looked at your money, confused. “I disturbed your night. Keep it for the next time you two go out.”
You felt your cheeks flush and you hoped that it was dark enough that no one would see. It was an embarrassing reaction that didn’t want anyone to see and as you looked to Bucky you realised he had definitely noticed, his gaze fixed on you with a slight smirk. Asshole.
“Thank you,” you said grabbing your money back with a sheepish smile, “Despite the initial surprise it’s been a pleasure.”
“Likewise,” Steve nodded, standing up and tucking his chair in.
“How’d you get here? D'you need a lift?” Bucky said, moving to stand up. You followed his lead and gathered your bag and cardigan as Steve spoke.
“Nah, we’re only 4 blocks from the tower, I ran here. I’ll walk back though, nice to stretch my legs.”
“Of course you did,” Bucky scoffed, “See you at the tower then, just need to drop Y/N back.”
Steve nodded giving the pair of you a polite nod before he wandered off. You watched him go and turned to Bucky, who was just shrugging on a jacket. Exchanging a few last thank you’s with the waiter as he wiped down a table, you made your way back to Bucky’s loaned car.
“Sorry it wasn’t the low key, normal evening I planned, doll,” he said, opening the door for you to get in.
“I seem to be having a lot of that kind of luck lately,” you said with a laugh as you got in.
Bucky smiled and nodded, closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side to get in. He opened the door and slid in, switching the car on and he did so. It purred into life and you sighed contently as you felt the engine rumble through you. You wondered if he was going to say anything as he began to drive so chose to break the silence yourself instead.
“I honestly thought to start with he was going to drag me outside and try to kill me.”
“Well no one’s succeeded yet,” you shrugged, “Must admit I’d always hoped my first chat with the great Captain America would be on slightly different circumstances.”
“He’s not all that perfect…” Bucky started. You detected a slight hint of jealousy in his snappy reply but his face fell minutely as he spoke again. “Well, I know he’s better than me after all I’ve done, better than I could ever be now, but I still like to think back to when he was a weedy little punk.”
“You’re not a bad guy,” you said quickly. You knew he hated his Winter Soldier self. You paused, deciding on your tact and spoke again with a dark kind of optimism, “Look, at least you were brainwashed to do what you did, mine was entirely optional. Shit happens.”
Bucky grimaced and you could see he didn’t quite know whether to laugh at the attempt to make him feel better or focus on the later phrase. You liked keeping him on his toes like that.
“But you’ve made a change.”
“And so have you,” you reminded him with a small smile, “Plus you’ve been nicer to me than anyone else in town. Thanks for tonight, minus the fearing for my safety it was lovely.”
“I’m glad,” Bucky replied. He paused, raising an eyebrow and glancing at you, “Hopefully we could do the same again sometime? Minus the fearing for your safety, of course.”
“Yeah,” You laughed, “That’d be great.”