Steve’s little Sister - Part 7
You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW)
Word Count: 1511 (a shorter chapter this time)
WARNINGS: fighting (physical and verbal), mentions to panic attacks, overprotective Bucky and asshole Steve
Title: Steve’s little Sister (part 7)
Note: Eek! It’s finally up. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to post the next part I’m drowing in all my Uni work. I’m supposed to be doing my folio that’s due in two days but instead I’m posting this. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it!
You woke with a groan, cursing yourself for leaving your blinds open. Without opening your eyes you groggily tried to roll over and go back to sleep but you found you couldn’t. A heavy weight was resting across your waist, holding you in place. That’s when it all came back. That’s when you remembered the night before. Your anxiety over Steve’s mission. The fight with your brother. And then coming to the only person you felt would understand.
You never left your blinds open, never. But Bucky does. Which means you’re in Bucky’s room. In his bed. As though he could read your thoughts Bucky shifted behind you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Left arm draped around your waist and chest pressed flush against your back Bucky was a warm comforting presence behind you. His head was resting in the crook of your neck and you could feel his warm, even breaths fanning across the back of your neck.
You released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and relaxed into Bucky’s hold. It was clear he was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want whatever this was to end. So instead you closed your eyes and tried falling back asleep.
Typically though your thoughts wandered back to the events of the night before. Steve’s words floated through your head.
“No. that’s final.” Steve ordered firmly pulling away and turning around.
You could feel tears brimming at your eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything else. But every time you tried your thoughts would always return to those words.
Releasing a loud sigh you admitted defeat and hoping it will allow you some sleep, you let your mind to play your fight with your brother over and over in your head. Every word. Every painful second. Thankfully the pull of sleep rescued you from the memories and when you came to again you were lying on your back in an empty bed, the blinds beside you closed.
Confused, and secretly hoping the night before was all a bad dream, you slowly sat up and stretched your arms up in the air. Your hope vanished as you took in the military neatness of the room you were in. Clearly not yours then, you could actually see the floor in here. You released a dark laugh before crawling to the side if the bed and sitting down. You were still in your clothes from the night before bar your shoes which stood neatly next to the door.
“Morning doll,” came a deep gravely voice from behind you, “You feeling alright?” A figure walked around to your side of the bed and squatted in front of you. Bucky held out a glass of water to you and nodded for you to take it. You didn’t move and instead continued to stare blankly at him.
“Ok,” Bucky continued with a bit of a cringe, “maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask. At least drink the water. You cried a lot last night and you need to rehydrate.”
With bright red cheeks you ducked your head and took the glass Bucky offered draining it in one go. Bucky chuckled at that and placed the empty glass on the side table. He paused for a moment looking as though he was thinking before he turned back to you and placed a hand on your knee. Looking up you could see so many questions in his eyes but also a deep care and concern. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on you and you felt your whole body heat up your mind wandering to when Bucky held you.
“Doll. What’s wrong? What happened?” he probed carefully looking up at you with his clear blue eyes and snapping you from your thoughts.
“Nothing Buck,” you lied unconvincingly being unable to meet his eyes.
Bucky hummed unconvinced and continued humorously, “forgive me doll, but I find that hard to believe.”
You didn’t reply instead opting to play with the hem of your shirt. Noticing your fidgeting Bucky stopped your movement by taking both of your hands in his. Shocked, you looked up and felt yourself melting under the look that Bucky gave you.
“y/n, Doll, please? What happened? You came to my door distraught and in tears. I’m worried about you, please.” Remembering your words from the night before Bucky added, “I’m right here. You’re not going to lose me.”
His words had the effect he’d hoped they would and you felt yourself relax in the knowledge that you still had him. With Bucky’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand you took a shaky breath and began your story.
“I had a fight last night.” You paused trying to figure out how to tell your tale and Bucky waited, knowing first hand how hard it was to open up. Eventually you did and you told Bucky everything. You tried to play down the details but every time you did Bucky could tell and pulled you up on it. You knew each other too well. When the tears started a fresh Bucky pulled you to him and held you tight. It felt as though you sat there forever.
Once he’d gotten you cleaned up and made sure you alright Bucky left you in Nat and Wanda’s safe hands. They didn’t ask any questions and he gave them no answers. Bucky’s expression gave them all the information they needed.
Something was wrong, it involved you and Bucky needed their help. In the few weeks you’d been with the team you’d become their family but the three of you had bonded closely. Bucky knew that they wouldn’t let you out of their sight, allowing Bucky to do what he needed to do. He was grateful for that.
Just a Bucky was about to round the corner and leave the room you pulled out from between your friends calling out,
Turning quickly he was just in time to catch you as you flung yourself into his arms. Burying your head in his neck you breathed in his scent before pulling back and wrapping your arms around yourself. Slightly embaressed you ducked your head before shyly looking up at Bucky and whispering,
Despite the torrent of feelings that were flowing through him Bucky smiled genuinely at you, ignoring the racing of his heart.
“Always, doll.” he replied simply before nodding at the two women behind you and leaving.
Retreating back to Nat and Wanda you ignored their concerned looks but allowed them to guide you away. You couldn’t help but to wonder where Bucky was going.
Bucky was going to give your punk of a brother a serious talking to. Still being morning, Steve would be in the gym doing his usual work out so that’s where Bucky headed. He was on a mission and didn’t break stride once. He didn’t notice the new cadets that turned down another corridor in a panic when they spotted him. Nor did he notice how Clint climbed up into the vents, knowing better than to engage anyone with that look on their face.. Bucky was fuming and with every step his anger grew. He really didn’t care about anything else.
Making quite the entrance Bucky slammed the door open and stalked towards Steve. Leaning against the wall he was talking with Sam but looked up when he heard the bang.
“Bucky.” he called out, not yet having picked up on his best friends mood, “where were you this morning, you missed our run.” Pushing off the wall Steve strolled leisurely towards Bucky until Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. Looking back and noticing Sam’s drawn face Steve hesitated and took a better look at his friend.
“Where was I?” Bucky answered so calmly, so carefully that both Steve and Sam took a step back. “Your sister came to me in tears last night. Seeing her like that, Steve, was…” at a loss for words Bucky took a deep breath before stepping forward and confronting Steve. “And then, when I’d finally calmed her down and got her to talk to me, she told me what happened. You fought with her. You yelled at her Steve. You didn’t even listen to her point of view.” With each word Bucky’s voice grew causing Steve to shift on his feet.
“Do you have any idea what it must have been like for her once we were… gone?” Bucky asked quietly, searching Steve’s face for any sign of remorse. When he found none he stepped back, his face growing stony again.
“I’ll tell you what I told her. It’s not happening.” replied Steve stubbornly as he straightened up in response to Bucky’s challenge.
“That’s not your choice to make Steve.” argues Bucky, taking another step forward.
“Hell it is.” retorted Steve also stepping forward.
His temper having been worn thin already Bucky snapped and swung at Steve landing a square blow directly on his jaw.
So sorry about the cliff hanger (well no not really)!!
thanks for reading all
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