Stay or Go
Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.
Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.
“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.
“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.
“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?
“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.
“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.
“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”
“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.
“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”
“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.
“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.
“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.
“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”
“Well given that he-”
“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.
“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”
“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”
“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if exhausted.
“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”
“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.
Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.
“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”
“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”
“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.
“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.
“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”
“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”
“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”
“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”
“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”
“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.
Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”
“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.
“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.
“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”
“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”
“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”
“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.
“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”
“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”
“She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.
“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”
“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.
“What do you want?” Steve asked.
“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”
Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.
“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”
“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.
“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”
“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.
“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”
“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.
“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.
“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.
“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.
“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”
Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”
“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”
“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.
“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”
“What if she says yes?”
“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.
“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”
You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.
“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”
“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.
“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”
“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.
“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”
“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.
“I just… I am…”
“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”
“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”
“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”
“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.
“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”
You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”
“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”
“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”
“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”
“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.
“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.
“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.
“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”
He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.
“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.
“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.