Summary: Four months later, you and Bucky establish a new kind of normal.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: None? slight angst. maybe.
Word Count: 1522
4 months later.
“Bucky!” you call out, walking through the door to the suite you share. Reyna was happily pulling the hair out of your bun, and you were horrifyingly late for a meeting having slept through two alarms and the aggressive wailing of a hungry Reyna.
Tony had moved the three of you to an empty floor in the compound where he’d modified the rooms for ease of access. While you and Bucky did not share a bedroom, you did share custody of Reyna. Her room sat between yours and his, an effective barrier between you. A large kitchen had been installed to help enable your love of baking. All the latest gadgets and gizmos, including a robotic chef which descended from the ceiling to cook gourmet meals at the push of a button, had been installed. The living room was decorated in soft colors. Light greys and blues complimented the room nicely while the walls and every flat surface were lined with pictures of your untraditional family.
You and Bucky were not a couple. Not by a long shot. You had kept yourself firmly in check after the shower incident. There were no lingering touches. No stolen glances. No longing looks. Or so you tried to convince yourself.
Two months in you’d had enough and vowed to do something to rectify the situation.
Bucky had agreed to see other people while keeping the family unit as strong as possible. He wasn’t happy about it, and he’d made his feeling on the matter clear. Even so, he’d gone on a few dates and so had you. So far, nothing had stuck.
“I’m in the shower!” he calls back.
Cursing under your breath you place Reyna in her baby walker and press a kiss to her forehead. “Your daddy is the slowest man in the universe,” you announce with a conspiratorial air.
She takes no notice as her chubby legs pump her furiously around the room. Her childish laughter rings brightly in your ears, making you smile.
Setting your sight on the bathroom door, you stride confidently through it, make a beeline for the toilet and flush it once, then twice. A vindictive thrill blossoms as Bucky emits a high pitched scream. It’s startlingly similar to a tea kettle.
“What the hell?!” he yells, grabbing blindly for the towel he hung over the shower door.
You fold your arms across your chest and tap your stilettoed foot on the smooth tile in irritation. You were dressed to the nines. A red figure-hugging skirt rested mid-thigh, though you’d forgone stockings. With the amount of fighting you did, they never really lasted long. You accompanied the skirt with a sheer white lace top, a white double-breasted jacket and paired it with a killer pair of Louboutins. Your hair was slicked back into a tight bun you touched up swiftly, fixing what Reyna had managed to tug free. Minimal makeup and bright red lips finished your look.
Bucky exits the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and gives you a subtle once over. His cheeks color lightly. “What’s the rush, babydoll?” he grumbles.
Rolling your eyes you hand him his pants. “Honestly, James. We have a briefing in fifteen minutes, and we still have to drop Reyna at school!”
Bucky curses hotly. “That’s today? Shit!”
“How do you not remember it’s today?” you ask in disbelief.
“The calendar app on my phone is confusing,” he mutters.
“Are you kidding me right now? We have an A.I in the building!” you retort.
The blush rises further in his cheeks. He mumbles an incoherent reply and drops the towel. You instinctively avert your gaze and he smirks triumphantly at you. “Like what you see, doll?”.
You raise your eyes and look him up and down, taking your time.
His gaze darkens, and he takes a step toward you. He’s so close you can feel the steam wafting from him.
You close the distance between you. Your eyes drift from his down to his lips. You get so close to him your lips are inches away from touching, and blink up at him innocently. “I’ve seen better dicks on a eunuch,” you reply huskily and place a quick kiss on his lips before pushing past him. “Get dressed. I’m taking Reyna to school. Don’t be late for your own reinstatement, Barnes.”
Bucky’s uproarious laughter follows you down the hall.
Bucky huffed into the conference room with five minutes to spare. The entire team was seated around the roundtable.
Fury sat stoically beside you.
You had kept the job of media liaison, rarely participating in missions anymore, knowing Bucky would never give it up.
The last four months of his suspension had been hell on him. He was permanently on edge, jumpy, and a serial fidgeter.
The tension between you didn’t help matters, but you figured running headfirst into battle wasn’t the way to go. Reyna would need a parent if, god forbid, something were to happen to Bucky.
Secretly you were relieved. You had spent the better part of your life fighting. It was nice not to worry about whether you would make it home from your workday.
“Sergeant Barnes,” Fury begins. “Four months ago you commandeered a S.H.I.E.L.D jet to carry out an unauthorized mission resulting in the death of twenty Hydra operatives. Now, I don’t have a problem with taking out a few Hydra agents. Less work for me. I do have a problem with the chain of command being ignored because of a little torture.”
You clear your throat loudly.
Fury rolls his eyes. “That being said, we need you back on active duty as Agent (L/N)’s retirement has left us short-handed. You will be placed on probation under the supervision of Falcon.”
You swallow the giggle rising in your throat and do your best to look professional.
Bucky’s horrified expression would forever be seared into your memory. He does his best impression of a goldfish while Sam beams widely at him from across the table.
“You got a problem with that, Sergeant?” Fury asks.
“No sir,” Bucky replies defeated.
Not being able to keep it in any longer, the entire rooms erupts in laughter. Even Fury cracks a smile.
Twenty minutes later with the meeting adjourned, you shuffle the papers in front of you into a neat pile, going through the mental checklist of your day’s tasks in your head while the team files out of the room.
All but Bucky who lingers in the doorway, hopping from foot to foot.
“Whats up Bucky?” you ask distractedly. You had scores and scores of paperwork waiting for you in your office and he was in your way.
“Do you wanna get dinner tonight?” he blurts.
“We eat together every night, Bucky,” you reply.
“I mean at a restaurant,” he clarifies.
“We have Reyna’s parent-teacher conference tonight, Buck.”
You groan out loud. “Do you ever use your phone? I sent you a reminder yesterday.”
He has the good sense to look sheepish at your words and rubs the back of his neck like he always did when he’d messed up. “I got my days mixed up. Sorry, doll.”
You sigh and relent. “How about tomorrow? Reyna has swimming at four. We could get dinner afterward? There’s that Mexican place around the corner from her school. They have a play area for the kids.”
Bucky blushes and stammers, “I uhm… I meant just the two of us? We could get Steve to babysit.”
Your eyes snap to his. Caution rises in your gut. “Are you asking me on a date?”
“I guess I am,” he replies.
“Bucky, I thought we agreed? No relationships. Not between us,” you say gently.
Bucky’s face falls before he covers it up. “Alright. How about dinner between two exhausted parents in desperate need of a night off,” he counters.
He shakes his head. “I’m serious. No date. No ulterior motives. Just dinner. We can celebrate my reinstatement.” His expression is so open and honest you find it hard to doubt his words.
You find yourself nodding in agreement before you could talk yourself out of it. “Okay, but just dinner,” you agree, picking up your papers and walking toward him.
“I don’t want you to wait for me to change my mind about us Buck,” you say quietly as you come to a stop in front of him.
He smiles sadly and looks down, fidgeting with the tips of his metal fingers. His hair hangs freely in his face. “Guys gotta have hope,” he says brightly and places a kiss on your cheek. His lips are warm and soft on your skin.
It sends a shiver up your spine you have a hard time ignoring.
“See ya tonight,” he says in parting, leaving you alone in the conference room.
You swallow down the lump in your throat, straighten your spine, and plaster a smile on your face. You had work to do. You didn’t have time to think about the pain you were inflicting on the both of you.
Request: @thewallsofmybrain :Hey! I loved your Imagine(you’re so pretty) IT was super cute, gave me heartfluffs and all!!! 💕 I was wondering if you could write another buckyxreader something with heaps of fluff and cuteness? If not than thanks anyway!! Byeee🤗😘Oehhhh maybe promt 8 and 35, like Buck confesses to the reader, got her flowers and stuff, she loves him as well and gives him a kiss. And he walks around with her lipstickprint on his cheek like a Prize? At the end of the day Steve asks him about It? Something along those lines hhahah😊😂
Prompts: 8. ‘you got me flowers?!’ 35. ‘why do you have a lipstick mark on your face?’
A/n: guess who finally started to give a fuck about requests again! Yeah…. Sorry i was busy
“sunflowers, she really like sunflowers” Natasha’s words had stuck with bucky even though she didn’t say it in a way to be taken that seriously. The former assasin had a great liking for you and wouldn’t miss a chance to impress you.
You were a unique person, poetic and deep yet goofy and foul mouthed. You soft side only came out once in a while and that to, to those who meant you a lot. Bucky loved observing you for the same reason, you had so many layers.
“sir? What do you want?” the florist repeated. Bucky was day dreaming about you, again.
“sunflowers.” he said simply as he concealed the smile the thoughts of you brought him.
“hmm, not many people ask for those. But you asked for it and you’ll get it.” the girl left cheerfully to get bucky’s order.
You were sat on a recliner texting your friend, whike also scribbling something in your notebook. As you felt like it, you had a tinted, deep red lip balm on. Everything was great, snow falling, the city quiet. You loved these moments you could get where you didn’t have to run.
“(y/n)?” bucky came in dusting off the snowflakes caught in his dark hair. His cheeks were pink due to the cold, and one of his hand was tucked behind his back.
“hmm, jamie?” you asked smiling, he looked adorable. The scraf you gave him wrapped neatly, big coat and sweater, it brought out a new side of him.
“i got you something.” he put the other hand back too. What was he hiding?
“what?” you furrowed your brows and sat up properly. He walked towards you, at a slow pace as to not ruin the surprise. He kneeled by your feet and revealed a lovely bouquet of sunflowers.
“you got me flowers?!?” you squealed in joy as you took them. He smiled at you as you ran your finger tips on the petals, Natasha wasn’t wrong after all.
“oh, Bucky.” you hugged the flowers to your chest and said a “thank you” barely audible. You loved it when people noticed the little things. “i can’t,” you kissed both his cheeks caressing his face. “i can’t tell you how much i love these.” you looked in his eyes.
The winter soldier, not being used to affection flushed. Kisses? From you? Was he dreaming?
“i’m-i’m glad you liked them.” was all he could muster up.
“oh, i’m sorry.” you never showed affection and were about to wipe his cheeks before he stopped you.
“it’s okay! Don’t worry.” he said.
“sorry, i got excited” you scratched your cheek and looked away shyly. With an “it’s alright, doll.” he left.
Bucky was happily strutting to his room before someone grabbed him by the arm. It was steve.
“why do you have a lipstick mark on your face?” he furrowed his brows. “holy shit, there’s two!” steve grinned.
“uh-huh. I’m back, punk.” bucky smirked.
“who-” steve couldnt completely his sentence as bucky removed his arm and got in his room.
“(y/n)” bucky said with a smug face before closing the door, leaving steve with a hanging jaw.
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“He will be fine, he’s 3 months old. How much trouble can he be.” Those were the last words Bucky spoke to his wife before she left this morning with the girls for a spa day. He was now starting to regret those words as he looked at his son.
“I need back up!”
Help needed! Soldier down!
He shoots off a message to Steve and Sam. A few minutes later the door of his room opened.
“What’s up, bud?” Steve asked as he enters the room followed by Sam.
“Oh my god guys you have to help me! Look!” Bucky was standing there with a look of terror on his face holding his son out in front of him, covered head to toe in poo.
“Oh hell no!” Sam said as he held up a finger telling them to bear with him trying not to gag.
“What the hell happened, buck?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know I went to check on him when he cried and…this!”
“Right. Well, he needs cleaning,” Steve said in his Captain America voice trying to take charge of the situation.
“I’ll get supplies,” Sam called on his way out the door.
“I’ll go get clean clothes,” Steve said making a beeline for the bedroom leaving Bucky still holding his son.
“I’ll wait here.”
“Thanks, girls. I needed that. We should do it more often.” y/n said as she entered back into the compound.
“Hell yes.” Nat laughed.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y where are Bucky, Steve and Sam?” y/n asked the A.I.
“In your room, miss.”
“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
Y/n, Nat and Sharon all entered the room.
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!?” Y/n yelled.
The three soldiers spun around to look at their wives. They were all standing in surgical masks, hats, gloves and goggles. Bucky and Steve were wearing lab coats backwards over their clothes and Sam had done the same with a hospital gown.
Bucky was still holding the baby at arm’s length while Steve had the dirty clothes hanging from the end of some kitchen tongs and Sam was holding what looked to be an entire packet of baby wipes all out of the packet.
Steve holds his hands up looking like he was expecting to be shot and realised that the dirty clothes were too close to his face and quickly shot his arm out to hold the clothes away from him and accidentally hit Sam in the face with them.
“Really, dude!” Sam said through gritted teeth.
“Oh my god honey, I’m so glad you’re here,” Bucky says with relief. “The baby exploded and I didn’t know what to do!”
Just then y/n heard a snigger from the air vent.
“Really, Clint. You have kids. You could have helped.” Y/n called into the vent.
“Nuh uh. This is too funny not to watch. By the way, I had F.R.I.D.A.Y record the whole thing. It will be compound wide by dinner.”