You’re Lucky You’re Cute
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1250
Author: Kate the Semi-Great
Warnings: None, as usual
A/N: I’m giving you all two tonight because I feel bad about being inactive.
“I swear you can’t find anyone in this stupid place.” Bucky muttered to himself, finding another empty room at Stark Tower. It was just after a mission, and he was having slight difficulty finding Steve, Y/N, or any other human to help him try and work the TV. He had recently fallen in love with this weird modern thing called Netflix, and though he had no problem flipping through the different movie options, he was still getting used to the rest of the ridiculous amount of buttons present on a remote. He caught a glimpse of someone turning the corner, and ran to catch them. He caught Natasha’s arm, and she spun around quickly. She flipped a knife out of somewhere, and held it to Bucky’s throat, fear in her eyes. When she realized who had surprised her, she breathed out a sigh of relief, and let her guard down again.
“Jeez, Barnes. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.” She said, scolding him with her bold demeanor.
“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky said sarcastically. “Where is everyone?”
“I think they’re all still in the infirmary…” Nat said, trying to remember the events of the fight. The team had split up, and she, Bucky, and Clint had all arrived back later than the group.
“Who’s hurt?” Bucky asked, his eyes widening, hope it wasn’t bad, mostly hoping it wasn’t you.
“I know Y/N…” Nat started, but Bucky rushed off at the sound of your name. “Was patching Steve up.” Nat finished to herself, smiling at the obvious crush of Bucky’s.
Part of team was been lounging around while you were bandaging Steve’s bruised ribs. You were now sort of sitting on his lap, for lack of a more efficient position, trying to stitch up a long slash along Steve’s inner bicep. Both of you were highly conscious of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt so you could get to the injuries easier.
“Well, maybe if there was less freaking hard tissue muscle here, I could finish stitching this stupid cut up.” You mumbled for Steve’s benefit, who was feeling a little awkward at your close proximity when he knew about Bucky’s feelings for you. Steve laughed, and flexed slightly to annoy you, which snapped the thread for the 4th time. You turned to look at him, and gave him a face that made him grin even more.
“Seriously, Steve?” You said, laughing slightly in the middle, which totally ruined your impression of Nat’s scolding. You tried to gracefully slip off of Steve’s lap to go and get more thread from the cabinet, but you’re sort of known for being slightly clumsy, and some how you lost your balance on the way from the inspection table to the floor. Just before you hit the floor, you felt muscular arms wrap around your torso to keep from impact. You turned in Steve’s arms slightly so you could see his face, and a blush flushed your features.
“Hey, don’t dis the muscles.” Steve said, raising his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, your grin widening. Steve stood up slowly, and was about to let go of you when you had found your footing again. Bucky burst through the double doors of the infirmary, anxious to check on you, and Steve’s arms tightened around you again out of reflex to protect. Bucky’s jaw visibly clenched as he saw Steve’s hold on you, and his eyed were staring daggers at Steve’s.
“Hi, Buck!” You greeted, hoping your blush wasn’t too noticeable. Steve let go of you at record speed when he caught Bucky’s drift. Jealousy plunged into Bucky’s stomach as you gathered your thread, and started on Steve’s arm again, who was still without a shirt. Steve was shaking his head vigorously trying to tell Bucky that he was thinking the wrong thing. “You aren’t hurt, are you?” You asked Bucky when you realized that he was still standing at the entry. He looked at you with confusion before he comprehended that you had asked him a question.
“What?” He asked, his ears ringing.
“I asked if you were hurt.” You said, finally finishing with Steve’s cut, and handing him his shirt that had been discarded to the floor.
“No… I’m… fine.” Bucky said slowly, and backed out of the infirmary. You looked at Steve, wondering what could possibly be up with his friend that had him acting so weird. You had liked Bucky since he had joined the team, and Nat and Steve both knew, but you had begged them to keep quiet about it.
“Buck, I promise it wasn’t what it looked like! She tripped! I just caught her, that’s it!” Steve tried to convince Bucky several days after the incident.
“Then why was your shirt off?” Bucky retorted. Ever since the serum, Bucky had felt like pre-serum Steve, small and invisible to women.
“You saw! She was stitching a cut. You’re just being petty now, Buck. If you like Y/N, just confront her!” Steve said. Bucky shook his head, thinking it was a bad idea. “I’m sure you’ll get a positive response.” Steve added, then bit his tongue. He had promised you that he wouldn’t tell Bucky about your crush.
“And how are you so sure?” Bucky asked incredulously. Steve shrugged, trying to avoid Bucky’s stare.
“He’s been avoiding everyone, Nat. I wonder what I did.” You said, pacing your room, finally confiding in your friend about what had been bothering you.
“Maybe he’s just jealous.” Nat hinted. You immediately shook off the idea, and she rolled her eyes at your obliviousness. “Because he likes you, Y/N. Bucky likes you.” You looked at her exasperatedly.
“That’s not funny, Nat.” You said, pushing your hair out of your eyes.
“You know me better than anyone, Y/N. I don’t have a sense of humor. Just a lot of sarcasm to go around.” You looked at her, unwilling to believe what Nat was trying to force into your mind. “Just talk to him. Please.” Nat pleaded, sick of the drama between you and Bucky. You considered the idea, then walked out of the room.
“Hey Bucky! Barnes! Bucky Barnes!” You yelled into the training room, trying to get Bucky to hear you over his music. Finally, you walked into his field of vision to get his attention. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know where Steve is.” He said quickly. You rolled your eyes, and turned off the music.
“We need to talk. You’ve been avoiding everyone, and I want to know why.”
“Too bad.” Bucky answered.
You threw your hands in the air, then decided to give Bucky a push.
“Well, you’re lucky you’re cute, because your stubbornness is almost as bad as Tony’s.” Bucky’s expression didn’t change, until he realized what you had said. He looked at you, and smiled. You nodded, wondering how much more oblivious he could get.
“Would you maybe, want to go out sometime?” Bucky asked with a sudden urge of confidence.
“I’ve always wanted to go dancing, and I happen to be free this Friday, so I’d love to.” You said, smiling at the ground.
“So, you, um… like me?” Bucky asked, clarifying. You mentally made a note that he could get much, much more oblivious.
“Well, Steve wasn’t being touchy about the subject of me for no reason.”
“Steve knew?” Bucky said, grinning. You nodded. “I’m so going to kill him.”