Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7
After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school. You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.
“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.
“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”
“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.
“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”
That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.
“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.
“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.
“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”
“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.
“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”
“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.
“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.
“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.
“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.
“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.
“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.
“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”
“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.
“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.
“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.
“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.
“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.
“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.
“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.
“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.
“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”
You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.
“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.
“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.
“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”
You did as he said and stood out side of your car.
“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.
“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.
“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.
“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.
“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.
“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.
“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”
“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.
“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.
“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.
“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.
“It’s not alright,” he snapped.
“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”
“Yes it was.”
“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”
“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.
“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”
You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”
“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.
“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.
“But what if?” he insisted.
You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”
Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.
“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.