Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 2942
Warnings:Same as always
A/N: FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error. Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry! Now, back to the story….
Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d
unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s
room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner. You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short
but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle. “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled. “You okay?”
Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.
heard Bucky snort from behind and winced.
Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple
pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from
Indiana Jones. “He’s fine,” Bucky
clapped him on the back. “Not even you
could crack this thick skull.”
that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before
guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.
yo! What the hell’s that mean?!” he
hollered. “And don’t touch my hair,
man!” Sam’s voice carried down the
hallway as he chased your best friend. A
loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and
apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: Bucky came out of cryo and you’ve noticed that he’s been quiet. He spends most of his time in his bedroom but you want to help him out of his shell. Word Count: 1119
Bucky seems a lot happier around the compound, whenever you saw him. He still had yet to join you for family like gatherings for movies, or even breakfast together. You understood that it would take time for him to get used to the modern era; it was 70 years later after all.
The clothes he wore when he was the Winter Soldier were tight fitting, to you it would only make sense to steer clear to those type of clothes. Although black was slimming, you didn’t think Bucky needed that type of boost. What you thought he needed was looser fitting clothes and brighter colours. He learnt that lesson, he has the choice to wear any type of clothes he wanted before he went under. He chose to wear all white and to you that spoke volumes all by itself.
It was nearing winter and for you it was starting to get cold, that is when you had an idea of what you were going to do to help Bucky with his recovery.