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Hate Me

Summary: The entire team is woken up when Bucky and Y/N are arguing loudly in the middle of the night. The story behind the screaming goes much deeper than any of them would have thought.

Bucky x Reader. HURT/COMFORT, FLUFF (not super fluffy though). Word count: 2.3 k.

TW: yelling, bruising, mentions of violence, holes being punched in walls

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one. It’s a little darker than I usually write. Inspired in part by the song “Hate Me” by Blue October I hope you enjoy it though!

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.” - Blue October


“I said, GET OUT!” Bucky’s deep voice echoed down the hall as he shouted. It was late and he was probably waking up the rest of the team, but that was the last thought running through his mind. Y/N stood in front of him with tears in her eyes. “NO! BUCKY! Just listen to me! I just need you to listen to me! C’mon! BUCKY, PLEASE!” He was drenched in sweat and breathing rapidly, as if he had just finished a marathon. He went to open the door, but she took a step to her left, putting herself between him and the door. Bucky clenched his jaw with frustration. He bent over, gently picked up Y/N, and put her over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare. PUT ME BACK DOWN!” she hollered as he proceeded to carry her out of his room. He set her down in the hallway and stormed back into his room, slamming the door behind him. Y/N growled in angst as she heard the click of the lock. She stood in front of his door and yelled “THIS ISN’T OVER BUCKY! YOU CAN’T AVOID ME FOREVER!”

Y/N walked over to the lounge. She didn’t want to go back to her room. She really only used that room to store her stuff—she always spent the night in Bucky’s room. There was no way she’d be able to fall asleep in that bed. Plus, from the lounge, she would be able to hear Bucky’s door open when he eventually came out of his room. She plopped down on the couch and started sobbing. She heard footsteps coming from down the hall—two sets. One was too light to be Bucky, and the other person was dragging their feet, which Bucky never did.

Y/N peeked over the back of the couch to see Natasha and Tony walking into the lounge. “Go away. I’m fine,” said Y/N through quiet sobs. Nat sat down on the couch next to her while Tony pulled over a chair. Nat wrapped her arms around Y/N in a comforting hug, and Tony asked “What’s going on, kid?” She and Tony had always had a very father-daughter type of relationship. She was the youngest member of the team, and not battle-hardened like the rest of them. Y/N worked as their public relations coordinator and never went out on missions, so she technically wasn’t even an Avenger, but everyone loved her so much they treated her the same as they treated each other. She had viewed Tony as a father-figure ever since he hired her, and he was very protective of her. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” she replied.

Nat placed her hand under Y/N’s chin and guided her face up so Y/N was looking at her and Tony. Nat smiled and said “It’s okay girl, you can tell us. Maybe we can help.” Y/N wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yeah, ok, it’s—it’s—“ she struggled to get the words out. Tony got up and draped a blanket over her. All she was wearing were some little booty-short pajama bottoms and a spaghetti-strap cami, and was clearly getting cold. She looked up and said “Thanks. It’s just that Bucky and I are having some problems.” Tony leaned in and said “Uh, kid—we kinda figured out that much by the yelling. C’mon now, what happened?” Y/N sighed. “So Buck’s nightmares are still something we’re working through and some nights are better than others. Tonight was not a good night. He was tensing up and making these awful little screaming noises. Usually, I can just wake him up and talk him down and everything’s ok but tonight—“ she stopped speaking when Nat reached behind her to turn on a lamp. Nat and Tony both noticed that there were bits of plaster in Y/N’s hair and a softball-sized bruise developing on her arm.

Tony’s eyes widened as he asked, “Did he do that?!” Y/N sniffled and said “Yeah, but it was an accident. He was asleep and—“ Tony stood up before she could explain any further. “I’M GONNA KILL THAT GUY!” Tony shouted with conviction. “Whoa! Hold on here. Everybody just calm down for a second,” Nat said in an attempt to diffuse the situation. Tony ran over to Bucky’s door and pounded on it as hard as he could. “BARNES! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL BREAK THIS FUCKING DOOR DOWN!” Y/N tried to get up to go stop him, but Nat wouldn’t let her go. Natasha knew that letting a civilian put herself between Iron Man and a super soldier wouldn’t end well for anybody. “PISS OFF, TONY! JUST GO BACK TO BED!” yelled Bucky from the other side of the door. Tony tapped on his watch, triggering it to transform into a glove like the hand of his suit. Tony shot a repulsor beam at the door, causing it to fly off the hinges and into the room.

Tony walked in the room to see Bucky sitting on the bed rocking back and forth, staring at a fist-sized hole in the wall. Bucky had clearly been crying, but Tony was so angry that he didn’t even pay attention. “BARNES! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!” hollered Tony. When Bucky didn’t turn to look at him, Tony back-handed Bucky across the face, but Bucky didn’t react outside of a small wince. Tony bent down and got right up in Bucky’s face, and sternly said “C’mon Barnes, stand up. Fight. If you don’t, I’m just gonna keep on wailing on you because nobody treats Y/N like that.” From the lounge, Y/N screamed “Please don’t hurt him, it’s not his fault!” Tony shot another beam in Bucky’s direction, which Bucky deflected with his metal arm, causing it to hit the window. The sound of the breaking glass caught the attention of everyone on the team, and one by one they started wandering out of their rooms.

While everyone else lingered in the hallway outside of their doors, Steve came running down the hallway to see what was going on. Steve always had a tendency to be the peacekeeper when there was conflict amongst members of the team, and he had a strong hunch he would have to intervene. Steve put himself between Tony and Bucky and asserted “Everybody. Lounge. Now.” As Bucky and Tony worked their way over to the lounge, where Y/N remained crying in Nat’s arms, Steve turned to the rest of the team. “Go back to bed folks,” he instructed them, “we don’t want to make things any worse than they already are by pulling more people into it. Everything’s gonna be fine so just go get some sleep.” They all went back into their rooms, and Steve walked out to the lounge.

In the lounge, everyone found a place on the furniture while Steve stood at the front of the room, arms crossed. “Does somebody wanna tell me what’s going on here?” he asked, in what Nat had always referred to as his “dad voice.” Nat looked up and replied “Steve, I’m not so sure anybody in this room knows the whole story.” Tony stiffened in his seat like a dog getting ready to attack. He stared directly at Bucky while he spoke, explaining that “We know enough. We know that there was some kind of fight between Y/N and Bucky, and that there’s a hole in the wall and a bruise on her arm, courtesy of Barnes.” Bucky sat in his chair with his elbows on his knees, and his hands covering his face. His words were muffled when he said “I know, I’m a piece of shit. Don’t worry—I’ll be gone in the morning.”

Y/N was still crying—she had always been one of those people who, once they start crying, have a difficult time stopping. Nat was rubbing small circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her, but it wasn’t helping. Steve turned to Y/N and gently asked, “Can I hear your side of the story, Y/N?” She looked up and took a deep breath, trying to find some composure and began speaking, quietly at first but louder as she was able to collect herself a little bit more. “Okay, here’s what actually happened—Bucky was having a nightmare. His nightmares are still pretty frequent, but we’re working on it. Usually, when he has a bad one, I’ll wake him up an we’ll talk about it for a while until he can calm down and go back to sleep. What happened tonight was that when I tried to wake him up, he smacked my arm and it knocked me off the bed. He was still asleep when it happened—the dream must have been vivid enough to cause him to lash out physically, even though he wasn’t awake. He woke up when I hit the floor. He was so upset that he hit me that he punched a hole in the wall. I’ve been trying to tell him that it wasn’t his fault that he hit me, and we just need to find another way to deal with the nightmares, but he’s convinced that I can’t ever be safe around him, which is totally not true. I never feel safer than when I’m with Buck, but I can’t convince him otherwise. Maybe you can, Steve. Please—I don’t wanna lose him.”

Steve nodded, and asked “So what was all this nonsense between Bucky and Tony that woke up the entire floor?” “Tony saw my bruise and I think he assumed that Bucky did it intentionally and he kinda just lost it. I think he was trying to protect me, but he didn’t have the whole story yet. I don’t need to be protected from Bucky, and he didn’t do anything wrong. He was asleep—it’s not his fault.” “Is she right?” Steve asked Tony. Tony sighed and said “I may have overreacted a bit, but I’m not apologizing.”

Bucky sat up and looked at Tony. “I don’t deserve an apology. I definitely don’t. Just like how I don’t deserve a place on this team or a room in this tower or friends, and I sure as HELL don’t deserve Y/N, and she deserves better than me. Seriously, you should all hate me right now. It’s what’s best for everyone. That’s why I should go.” Steve turned to Nat and Tony. “Thanks guys, but I’ll take it from here. Go back to bed.” The two of them went back to their rooms and Steve took a seat on an ottoman. Y/N reached out and grabbed Bucky’s wrist. He could have easily pulled it away, but he wanted to treasure the warmth of her soft hand one last time before he left, since he had no plans to return. “Bucky,” she began softly, “I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now, but it’s important that you know this wasn’t your fault and I’m not mad at you. That wasn’t the real you. That was a dream. I know that the real you would NEVER hurt me. I know that the real you would take a bullet before you let any harm come my way, and I know that you are not bringing harm my way.” She paused, and Steve took the opportunity to speak up. “Bucky, this is something that can be worked on. The two of you can find a way to get through this. I know you can. You’re not the bad guy here, Bucky. You just need a little help, and that’s okay. You say that you’re not deserving of all of this, but you are. You might not feel like it right now, but you really are.” Y/N gripped Bucky’s wrist a little tighter and said “We just have to sort this out together, Buck. You and I can do anything if we’re together. We just need to try something different with the dreams. Maybe from now on, if you’re having a nightmare I’ll just scoot over and wait until you wake up on your own, and then we can talk it out. That way you don’t have to worry about hurting me. We can move your stuff into my room until your window gets fixed, along with the hole in the wall. Hell, maybe we can fix them ourselves and make a day out of it. I love you Bucky, with all of my heart, and I don’t want to lose you because you’re blaming yourself for something that isn’t your fault.”

Bucky pulled his wrist out of Y/N’s grip and grabbed her hand, softly intertwining his fingers with hers. “I love you too, Y/N. It just kills me that I hurt you. I just want you to be safe and happy, not hurting because I smacked you off of a bed. I’m so sorry.” Y/N smiled and leaned in close to him. “Buck, as long as I’m with you I know I’ll be safe, and you make me happier than anything in the world. Tonight was just a hurdle—we can still finish the race. C’mon, let’s go get some sleep.” He nodded affirmatively with a shy smile and kissed the back of her hand. She stood up and Bucky followed as she walked toward her room, still holding his hand. “Thanks Steve!” she said with a giggle as they exited the lounge.

They stopped by Bucky’s room just long enough to cover up the broken window with a sheet, and then moved up the hall to Y/N’s room. As they passed Tony’s door, they could hear him shout, “Glad things are okay, but you’re paying for that window, the hole in the wall, and for the door too!” The two of them laughed while they made their way into Y/N’s room. They crawled into her bed and spent the night sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms, both knowing that they were exactly where they should be—together.


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Let’s Play a Game

Summary: Things get exciting for you and Bucky when a board game night in the tower takes a naughty turn.

Bucky x reader. MOSTLY FLUFFY/ A LIL SMUTTY (not really though). Word count: 1.9 K.

TW: drinking, partial nudity


It was a hot summer night in the tower when Tony spoke up and said “I’m beyond bored. We should all do something fun!” A few members of the team were out on a mission, and everyone else had just been sitting in the lounge watching garbage reality TV all evening. Steve leaned forward in his seat and replied “Same. Anyone have an idea about what to do?” “How about a board game?” suggested Bucky. “Sounds good to me. I think Y/N has a bunch in her room. Can we play one of ‘em?” asked Nat. You nodded in agreement. Tony volunteered to go grab one, so you directed him toward the top of your closet and told him to choose whichever one he wanted.

Tony came back snickering with a blue box in his hand. “NOT THAT ONE! PUT IT BACK!” you yelled, drawing everyone’s attention. “Did you make this?” asked Tony, whose snickering had evolved into full-blown laughter. “When I was in college me and my friends made it and used to play it at parties sometimes. I should’ve thrown it away a long time ago. Just go pick something else, ok?” “Nope! It’s this one!” he answered. At that point, Tony had piqued everyone’s interest, and they all started pestering you, wanting to know what the game was. You turned to the group and sternly said “It doesn’t matter because we’re not playing it. Tony’s gonna go put it back and choose a different one, right Tony?” Tony shook his head no, and shouted “IT’S DIRTY JENGA!!!”

Laughter erupted throughout the room. Nat stood up quickly and started walking over to the bar. “I’ll get the booze! I’m pretty sure we’re gonna need it, aren’t we, Y/N?” She flashed you a cheeky smile. “Yeah…” you muttered, becoming more embarrassed as the seconds ticked by. Everyone sat on the floor in a circle while Tony dumped out the blocks on the floor, and then read out the rules that were scribbled on an index card that had been tucked inside the box. “Do what’s on the block or you’re out. Knock over the tower, you lose. If you don’t pick your partner, the group picks for you. Unless otherwise directed, kisses are on the mouth. Good luck!” Nat and Wanda passed out some red plastic cups and shot glasses, and gave everyone a beer to start out with. You noticed the concerned look on Steve and Bucky’s faces. “Don’t worry guys,” you said quietly to them so nobody else would hear, “it’s not that dirty.” You decided to embrace the fact that this was going to happen one way or another, so instead of acting embarrassed, you spoke up, determined that everyone would have fun. “Everyone change spots. We’ve gotta sit boy-girl-boy-girl for this to work.” you instructed. You found yourself sitting between Steve and Bucky, and actually getting excited for the game to start.

Wanda stacked up the blocks into a tower and everyone decided that since you had played before, you should go first. You drew a block from the center of the tower, and turned it over and read it out loud. “Oh, easy one. It says to take a shot.” Your poured yourself a shot of tequila, took the shot, and turned to Bucky. “You’re next!” You could tell he was a little nervous as he drew a block from the tower. “Oh God,” he began, “it says I’ve gotta lick someone’s neck.” Everyone started giggling. “So, you gonna choose someone Barnes or do we have to choose for you?” asked Wanda. Bucky turned to face you with a worried look on his face. “Go ahead,” you told him as you tilted your head away, presenting your neck to him. He licked it and everyone clapped. The rest of the team had it pretty easy on the first go around—most of them just had to take a drink. Steve had to play “spin the bottle” though and ended up giving Wanda the most awkward kiss you’d ever seen.

Eventually, it came to be your turn again. You were secretly hoping that this game would give you some opportunities to do stuff with Bucky—you’d had a crush on him forever, and you had your fingers crossed that tonight would be the night you finally got to kiss him. Who cares if it was part of a game—a kiss is a kiss, right? You drew your block and flipped it over. Before you could read it out loud, your cheeks turned bright red. “What does it say?!” asked Steve. You looked down at the floor and mumbled the words “body shot.” “Holy shit! This is gonna be great! Who are you choosing?!” asked Nat with a smirk. You let out a deep sigh and turned to face Bucky. “C’mon Buck. You’re up.”

“Wait, what do I have to do? I’m so confused. I’ve never even heard of a body shot.” said Bucky with concern. Tony was trying not to laugh when he told Bucky “Just take off your shirt and lie down.” Bucky did as he was told, and you reached for the bowl of limes and dish of salt. “Nope! You’re not getting off easy on this one. I know how you roll, Y/N. You’d probably put the salt on his arm or something. I’m setting this up.” said Nat with a wink. “You’re putting salt on me?!” asked Bucky. “Shut up and just go with it, Barnes!” Nat responded. She proceeded to pour a line of salt across Bucky’s stomach, running from his belly button to the band of his jeans. “Open.” she instructed as she tapped on Bucky’s mouth. She inserted a lime wedge in between his teeth and told him to hold it there and not to move. Finally, she filled a shot glass with tequila and set it in the middle of his chest. “Bonus points if you take the shot with no hands,” teased Tony.

Your heart was pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve pull out his phone and start recording. You were never going to hear the end of this, but it seemed too late to back out now. “Give me a countdown?” you asked. Steve led the chant, and everyone yelled “THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!” With your hands behind your back, you bent down and licked the salt off of Bucky’s toned stomach. Then you tossed your leg over him so you were straddling him, and you could hear everyone gasp in excitement. You leaned over and wrapped your lips around the shot glass, drank the shot, and tossed the empty glass off to the side. Finally, you dropped down and placed your hands on the floor on either side of Bucky’s head. You lowered yourself down until you were hovering just above his face and you winked at him before pressing your lips against his, taking the entire lime into your mouth. You sat back up, still straddling Bucky, pulled the lime out of your mouth and threw it into your empty plastic cup. “NO HANDS!” you yelled with pride, as everyone clapped at your performance.

You got off of Bucky and sat back down in your spot as he sat up and put his shirt back on. “Well, we sure as hell didn’t have that back in the forties!” said Bucky with a smile. Steve chuckled and said “We definitely didn’t have body shots back then. It’s your turn, Bucky.” Bucky drew a block from the tower and laughed when he read it. “What does it say?” you asked. He turned and looked you square in the eyes as the group slowly fell silent. A flirty smile played on his lips as he said the words “Your turn,” and held up the block. You leaned forward to read it, and laughed when you saw what it said. “Nat,” you began, returning your gaze to Bucky’s smiling face, “I hope you didn’t use all of the salt—it looks like we’re doing more body shots.”

“I’m not taking my top off,” you warned as you laid down on the carpet. You could see that Bucky was sweating a little bit, and was clearly a little nervous. Nat sat next to you and laughed mischievously. “Roll up your shirt,” she instructed you. “HEY-O!” shouted Tony, knowing what Nat was planning on doing. You knew it too, and giggled as you rolled the bottom of your shirt up to just below your bra, exposing your stomach. Nat looked at Bucky and said “Remember, lick the salt, drink the shot, take the lime. Got it?” He nodded affirmatively. She poured a line of salt on your chest, from the top of your sternum down to where your cleavage began. “Oh boy,” teased Steve. She placed the lime in between your teeth and told you to stay as still as possible. Wanda went to hand her a shot glass, but Nat said “Thanks, but I don’t need it,” and she poured the tequila into your belly button. It took everything you had not to start laughing as you watched Bucky’s expression go from nervous to terrified. You could see that Steve was recording this one as well, but you didn’t care. “THREE, TWO, ONE, GO!” yelled the group. Bucky leaned over you and slowly licked the salt off of your chest. He flashed a flirty grin at you as you watched him move down to your stomach, dragging his fingertips along your side as he did so. He slurped the shot off of you, and then stole a page from your playbook, straddling you just like you had done to him. He bent over, and before taking the lime he whispered in your ear “this is the best game ever.” He took the lime from your mouth, making sure your lips touched as he did so. He sat up, throwing his arms in the air, seeking the same applause you had gotten. Instead, you both turned when you heard Sam saying “What the fuck is going on here?! I’m gone for like two hours and I miss all the fun stuff!”

Bucky spat the lime into a cup and stood up. He held out his hand to help you up, and you took it and stood next to him, fixing your shirt. You jokingly curtsied and he bowed, while everyone else clapped. “I’m tapping out for tonight. I’m just gonna watch for a while,” you said as you took a seat on the couch. “Same here,” announced Bucky as he took the spot next to you. He put his arm around your shoulder, which you felt giddy about but tried not to read too far into. After spending about 10 minutes watching the game, Bucky passed you a hand-written note on a napkin. You smiled as you read the note, which said “Dinner date w/ me tomorrow? 7pm?” You turned to face him, his arm still wrapped around you, and leaned over so you could whisper in his ear. “Seven is perfect,” you said. Bucky planted a soft kiss on your cheek, and you giggled because your wish was finally coming true, and because you never thought you’d be so glad to have lost a debate with Tony about what game to play.


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Picnic

Summary: Bucky is taking Y/N out on a surprise trip, but what happens when they get there will surprise them both.

Bucky x reader. EXTRA FLUFFY. Word count: 2.1 k.

TW: none.


It was an unusual Saturday in the tower that weekend. Typically, a few members of the team would be out on a mission, but for the first time in a long time, everyone was together. When Bucky walked into the lounge that morning, he saw everyone sprawled out on the furniture eating breakfast. “Wanda made pancakes!” hollered Clint with enthusiasm. Bucky walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Steve was in there getting a second-helping of pancakes when Bucky asked him, “Hey, do you know if Y/N is awake? I didn’t see her out there.” Steve smiled because he knew that Bucky was only asking because he had a huge crush on Y/N. Everybody knew Bucky liked Y/N, except for her of course. They were best friends, and Bucky didn’t want to risk messing that up so he never told her how he felt. Steve turned to Bucky and said “She’s awake. I saw her leaving the gym this morning. She said something about taking a shower and then doing some reading, but that was a while ago. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you brought her a cup of coffee or something.” Steve winked at Bucky, which made him a little uncomfortable. Back in their day, it was Bucky who had been the ladies man, but now he was getting help from Steve of all people. The same Steve who was, at one point, possibly the most awkward guy in all of Brooklyn.

Bucky poured a second cup of coffee and walked down the hall to Y/N’s room. Since he had a cup in each hand, he knocked on the door with his boot. “Come in!” she yelled from the other side of the door. “Uhh, can I maybe get a little help with the door? My hands are kinda full,” he replied. He could hear her close her book, and walk over to open the door. “Ooh! Coffee! Thanks, Buck. Come in and have a seat.” She smiled at him as she took the warm mug out of his hand. After he stepped in, she closed the door behind him. Y/N walked over and sat cross-legged on her bed, while Bucky sat down in the swivel chair by her desk. She was wearing denim shorts and a flowy purple top with little white flowers on it, and her still slightly-damp hair was pulled back into a ponytail. For a moment, he was speechless—all he could think about was how beautiful she was, but he snapped out of his daze when she began speaking.

“So, to what do I owe this honor, Bucky? It’s not often people bring me coffee just because. What’s up?” Bucky was caught a little off-guard. The real reason he brought her coffee was because he wanted an excuse just to see her, but he knew he couldn’t tell her that, so instead he replied “Oh, you know, I just thought you might want a cup before Scott finished off the pot. So, umm, what are you reading?” Y/N picked up the book to show him the cover. Bucky snickered when he saw it. “Seriously, that one again? You know Stark’s literally got an entire library in this building, and you read the same five or six books over and over again,” he said jokingly. She tossed the book onto her nightstand and said “Hey, I just like what I like, okay?” she teased.

“You got any plans for today?” she asked before taking a large sip of her coffee. “Not really. You?” he answered. She let out a quiet sigh and said “No. I think that some of the team is planning on going out into the city today, but I’m getting a little sick of city life, to be honest. After all, I did grow up in a small town. Sometimes this all just seems like too much.” She looked out the window, staring off into the distance. Seemingly out of nowhere, and idea popped into Bucky’s mind. He leaned toward her, smiled, and said “I think I might have just the remedy for that. Can you meet me in the garage in about half an hour?” She gave him a puzzled look, not sure what kind of trick he had up his sleeve. “Sure? I guess so.” “Great!” he replied, and walked out of the room.

Once Bucky was gone, Y/N let down her hair, styled it up a little bit, and touched up her makeup. She wasn’t really sure what Bucky’s motive was for this secret adventure—was he just being friendly, or was this more like a date? “Could he actually like me back?” she muttered to herself as she slipped on her favorite pair of Converse. She had been crushing on Bucky ever since the first time she spoke with him on the day he moved into the tower six months ago. She checked the mirror one last time before heading down to the garage to meet Bucky.

When Y/N walked into the garage, she saw Bucky standing by his motorcycle. Two helmets were rested on the seat of the bike, and he had a navy blue Jansport backpack slung over one shoulder. He smiled when he saw her. “You ready for a trip?” he asked, playfully. She couldn’t help but giggle a little when she answered, “Yeah, but where are we going?” He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it away from his perfect blue eyes. “That, Doll, is a surprise. Now here, go ahead and put this on.” He handed her a pink helmet, and as she took it out of his hand she said “Only as long as you promise not to pick on me for having helmet hair when I take it off.” “Oh trust me, we’ll both have that problem,” he said as he ran his hand through his long, brown locks again. They both slipped on their helmets, and he asked her, “Would you mind wearing the backpack? I promise it’s not heavy. It’ll be easier for you to hold on if there’s not a backpack sandwiched between us.” “No problem,” she replied as she reached a hand out to take the bag.

Bucky got on the motorcycle and motioned for Y/N to get on. Once she was seated behind him, he took her hands and wrapped them around his waist. Through his shirt she could feel how muscular his torso was, and the warmth of his body pressed against hers made her heart skip a beat. Bucky revved up the engine and backed out of the parking space. Before he pulled out of the garage, he stopped and peeked over his shoulder. He flashed her a charming smile and then winked at her before turning out onto the street.

Bucky drove through the city until he got on the highway. As the two of them continued on, the scenery slowly changed from skyscrapers and shopping centers to trees and grassy fields. Y/N could smell the freshness of the crisp, country air and she was teeming with excitement, waiting to see what Bucky had in store for her. At the same time, Bucky was feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, hoping that Y/N would like the surprise, and contemplating whether or not he should tell her how he felt about her. “If I’m ever going to do it, this would be the time, but what if I just end up ruining our friendship?” he thought to himself.

After about an hour of driving, Bucky turned down an old dirt road lined with tall trees. The road ended after a quarter-mile or so and turned into a shady clearing with beautiful pink and yellow wildflowers growing around it. Bucky parked the bike at the edge of the clearing, got off, and presented his arm to help Y/N get off the bike as well. The two of them pulled off their helmets and set them on the seat of the motorcycle. Y/N looked around her in wonder as she fluffed up her helmet hair with her fingers. “This is amazing, Buck. How did you know about this place?” He smiled at her and said “I come out here every once in a while to clear my head. It hasn’t changed since I was a kid—the trees have just gotten a lot taller. Can I have the backpack, please?” She slid off the backpack and handed it to him. He carried the bag in his left hand, and he held his right hand out reaching for Y/N’s. She grasped it and they held hands as they walked to the middle of the clearing together.

Both of their hearts were pounding when they reached the center of the clearing. Bucky dropped Y/N’s hand so he could open up the backpack. He reached inside and pulled out a picnic blanket, which he proceeded to spread out on the grass. After they sat down on the blanket, Bucky reached into the bag again to pull out some sandwiches, juice boxes, a small speaker, and Y/N’s iPod.  Y/N looked at Bucky quizzically and said “How did you get ahold of my iPod?” with a smile playing on her lips. He snickered and said “Sorry, I swiped it on my way out of your room. I don’t have anything on mine I think you’d like. Plus, I can barely figure out how to work the thing. I thought it might be better to just bring yours. Go ahead, put something on—whatever you’d like to listen to, Sweetheart.” She noticed that he called her “sweetheart” and a swarm of butterflies flew through her stomach. At the same time, a lump formed in Bucky’s throat when he realized what he said. Y/N pulled up her favorite David Bowie playlist and pressed “shuffle.”

The two of them ate their picnic lunch and chatted just like they always do—a little bit of small talk, followed by some funny stories from their pasts and a little gossip about the other members of the team. Eventually, they reached a small lull in their conversation. At that point they were both laying on their backs, side by side, watching the clouds float by in the sky above them. Bucky then rolled over onto his side so he was facing Y/N, and propped himself up on his elbow. He reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it gently in his own. He cleared his throat and softly said to her “Y/N? So I…uh, kinda…oh God this is so much harder than I thought it’d be.” He looked down and took a deep breath. Y/N could feel his palm getting sweaty and could see his cheeks blush and she knew what he was trying to say—it was the same thing she’d been wanting to say for such a long time, but never had the courage to until now. She squeezed his hand a little tighter and said “Bucky, I’m kind of in love with you, ya know. I’m thinking that maybe the feeling is mutual, considering your current inability to form sentences…am I right? If I’m not that’s okay, we can just be friends.” Bucky sat straight up and excitedly said “I don’t want to be just friends—I love you too! I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, but I was afraid I’d mess up everything if you didn’t feel the same way.” His eyes lit up in a way she’d never seen before, and the smile on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The sun began to set as he leaned over to kiss her, and they passionately made out until long after the stars came out. Since it was getting late, they decided to pack up their stuff and head back to the tower. They were both smiling the entire ride back, and when they walked into the tower, hand in hand, they were met by the rest of the team playing charades in the lounge.  Clint pointed at them and yelled “Well, would ya look at that!” Everyone turned to see them and they both blushed bright red. Sam snickered and said “Well it’s about damn time you two got together!” The room filled with giggling as Nat spoke up, saying “Yeah, it was pretty obvious to everyone that you two had a thing for each other. Congrats on finally making it official.” Y/N and Bucky looked at each other and smiled. They spent the rest of their evening snuggling on a couch in the lounge, watching the rest of the team finish out their game of charades, both falling deeper and deeper in love with every minute that ticked by.


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