(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.
Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.
As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.
(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.
As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.
With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.
Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).
Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.
As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.
Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.
Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.
“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.
“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.
Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.
Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.
Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.
Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.
Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.
Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).
Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.
The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.
(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.
It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.
His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.
“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.
(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”
(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.
The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.
The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.
Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.
With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.
“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.
Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.
“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.
Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.
“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.
“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).
Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.
Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.
Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.
“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.
Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.
(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.
“So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.
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Tony: So let’s start by talking about the emotions you’re feeling right now. Bucky: Stabbing. Tony: Stabbing… isn’t really an emotion, it’s more of an… activity. Which I hope you don’t do to me. See, an emotion is more of a feeling. Bucky: Well maybe I feel stabby.
Imagine Sebastian watching you from the doorway. You walk into the living room to see a big box tied up with a bow; glancing back as if to ask for permission, he nods his head - it’s for you. You pull the ribbon, opening the box to find another, smaller box inside. After opening a dozen colorful packages, you find the smallest one at the center - simple black, no ribbons or bows. Pulling it open at the hinge, inside you see a beautiful sapphire ring, surrounded by diamonds. Sebastian is suddenly at your side, holding you close as he asks you to be his wife.
Can you write one where the teenage reader finds out her parents are hydra? When they leave for work she gets into their office and finds a dangerous file with plans to destroy the avengers tower. She takes it and runs away till she gets to the tower. She’s crying when she gets to the receptionist cause her parents will kill her for what she did. Tony relocates her to the compound since it’s safer and Nat wipes out her identity and helps her with a make over. She finds a family with them.
Pairing: The avengers x reader
Summary:You had finally settled into your new life with the avengers but your past is quickly coming back to haunt you.
Word Count: 2,108
Genre: angst, fluff
Notes: alright this is the second and last part to Family of fighters! You can read the first part here
“What kind of hit was that?” Bucky asked sarcastically as you strike him again.
You blew your newly shortened hair out of your face and fall back into your defensive position. Bucky strikes like lightning and wraps around you like a snake before throwing you down onto the mat.
“Shit,” you groaned.
“You left yourself open again.” Bucky says while laughing at your response,”Go get water, we’ll pick this back up later.” he says before helping you to stand up.
You have been with the Avengers for months now. After the day you foiled HYDRA’s plan, Tony had moved you and the rest of the avengers to a compound out in the middle of nowhere. It was a large facility, it had enough rooms for all of the avengers and yourself, a training complex and even a large library. Natasha and Bucky had completely erased your existence from the world, the only people that knew of you were those in the avengers, Fury and agent Hill. You were glad they took you in. For the first time since you were a child, you felt like you had a family of your own.
Because you hadn’t finished school yet, Tony had created a program that would teach you all of the things you would be missing from where you were now in high school to graduation so you wouldn’t fall behind. You had spent the most time with Bucky since you had arrived and he had become like a mentor to you. Bucky helped you with combat on most days, sometimes Nat if Bucky was too busy. You were expected to learn how to protect yourself now that you were under their care. They could only do so much so they wanted you to know how to protect yourself if you were ever alone, it was tough but you were glad you were doing it. Even though you knew your parents would have extreme difficulty finding you, it was a constant fear of your’s that you’ll wake up one day to find them standing above you ready to tie up loose ends.
A lovely anon requested: “I’ve just recently found your page and have been reading your writing.
I have to say it’s great. I was wondering if you could do a one of the reader
getting glasses. (cause i just got some) She’s feeling confident with them but
hears a comment that changes her mind. Also can it be paired with Bucky hope
you can make it fluffy cause Bucky deserves happiness”
A/N: My first time writing for Bucky woot woot! I
don’t have glasses so I’m sorry if I got some things wrong but I hope you like
your coworker’s name
nervous at first. When the optometrist told you that you’d need glasses, you
worried about how your life would change, from the cosmetic-related
insecurities to how it was going to affect your everyday tasks, but once you
had gone through the process and picked out the perfect pair, you knew it
wasn’t going to be all that bad. It would take some getting used to, but you
also gained a sense of self-confidence in accepting it as starting a new chapter
of your life. After all, you were still you. You with glasses.