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obs3ssedd · 2 days ago

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""you have a wife?!"

thunderbolts*bucky barnes x black!reader

★ ;— Yelena spots a ring on Bucky’s finger, sparking team-wide curiosity. an obsession trying to figure out what it could possibly mean—marriage? engagement?. after a much speculation, a gone wrong mission leads them to his home—where they meet you.

“have you noticed he has a ring on?” whispered Yelena, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer to Ava, nodding subtly towards Bucky. her gaze was locked on the thin band of silver wrapped neatly around the third finger of his flesh hand. it shimmered slightly under the overhead light as he flipped through mission files.

Ava followed her line of sight, eyebrows raising in realization. “wow… yeah. i didn’t even notice that before.”

“what you think it is?” Ava asked, lowering her voice and shifting to get a better angle. Yelena hummed thoughtfully, squinting harder like staring would unlock the answer. “he couldn’t possibly be married,” she muttered, her thick Russian accent curling around each word like suspicion in motion. Ava tilted her head, arms crossing. “i mean... right? he’s Bucky. the Bucky. Winter Soldier. he barely talks to anyone.” “exactly,” Yelena whispered, as if confirming a crime.

while the two girls speculated, Bucky remained at the table, focused on the spread of intel in front of him, blissfully unaware—or perhaps willfully ignoring their curious stares. up until Bob walked in. he entered holding another folder, only to freeze mid-step when he caught Yelena and Ava staring hard at Bucky’s hand. “uh... why’re you guys staring at Bucky?” he asked innocently, blinking at them. Bucky paused, looking up slowly. his eyes flicked to the two women and their obvious expressions. they didn’t even look away in time. busted.

Bob, still confused, opened his mouth again, but before he could say another word, a sharp smack landed on the back of his head. he winced and turned around with a grumble. “Bob!” Yelena whisper-yelled, glaring daggers. he blinked at her with wide, hurt puppy eyes. “what did i do?!” Bucky let out a deep, tired grunt, pushed away from the table, and walked out of the room without a word.

great.

from that day on, it became a mission of its own, figuring out what the ring meant. was he married? was he engaged? was it symbolic? something from his past? something passed down? their curiosity spiraled.

what began with just Yelena and Ava soon roped in Walker, who asked why they kept looking at Bucky’s hand during briefings. then Alexei, who never turned down an excuse to theorize. and eventually, Bob—who, despite being clueless, became obsessed too. now the whole team was in on it. they whispered theories during training. they watched Bucky like hawks during meetings. they stared at his hand like it held the meaning of life. and the worst part? Bucky knew.

he always knew.

every time he stepped into a room, he could feel their eyes on him. every time he spoke, there was a strange silence. every time he sat down, it was like they were all waiting for something to slip. they weren’t subtle. not even close. they were being weird. not themselves. and eventually… they started losing hope. no cracks. no hints. no answers.

until one night after a brutal, chaotic mission that had left them stranded and scrambling—they ended up in front of a door. a very nice door. too nice. the hallway was clean, with gentle golden lights casting warm glows on smooth walls. the carpet beneath their boots was plush. the air smelled faintly of lavender and lemon cleaner. everything about it screamed comfort. safety.

not something off-grid. they exchanged confused glances. “you sure this is the place?” Walker asked, glancing down the hall again. “Bucky’s key,” Bob muttered, motioning to the door. “so… yeah.”

Bucky sighed like he was preparing for battle, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door. the second the door swung open, the smell hit them. real food. rich and warm and comforting. garlic, butter, maybe herbs—bread. it hit like a tidal wave after weeks of stale rations and fast meals on the move.

their stomachs growled so loud, someone actually cursed under their breath. they all stumbled inside, shoving each other slightly, stepping over boots and shoulders as they entered. you heard them before you saw them—the sudden shuffle of boots, the heavy thuds of tired bodies moving. you placed the spoon down in the pot, turning off the burner, and made your way to the hallway entrance, confusion tugging at your features.

was that… Bucky?

you stepped into view and froze. bucky stood there. but behind him… five others. all dirty, exhausted, eyes half-lidded and limbs heavy, like they’d just crawled out of a war zone.

“my love?” you called softly, voice laced with both surprise and concern. everyone stopped. dead silence. Bucky’s face shifted instantly—like his whole body relaxed at the sound of your voice. “my love?” Yelena whispered back in shock, eyes darting between you and Bucky, trying to connect the dots. Bucky walked over without hesitation and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest like you were his entire safe place.

“are these your friends?” you asked quietly, eyes scanning the ragtag group behind him. “something like that,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head. you looked back at them. five pairs of stunned, wide eyes stared at you. Yelena squinted again. “i’m sorry but… who are you?” you offered a small, polite smile. Bucky groaned like this moment had been inevitable. “this is y/n,” he said, voice dry. “my wife.”

a beat.

“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!” they all shouted, the sound echoing down the hallway. you laughed at the look on Bucky’s face. he looked mildly insulted. “so that’s what the ring is...” Bob mumbled like the final puzzle piece had been placed. “why is this so shocking?” Bucky asked, exasperated. “because you’re so... secretive. you barely talk about your past, let alone your personal life,” Yelena pointed out bluntly. “and being married? like… actually married?” Walker added. you turned to Bucky, brow raised. “you haven’t told them about me?" he gave you a tired look. “i was going to…eventually.”

“uh huh,” you muttered, then turned back to them with a brighter smile. “well, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I just finished up dinner so I hope you’re all hungry!.”

they were.

they didn’t mean to eat like animals, but after what they’d been through and the smell in your home—it was impossible to resist. plates clattered, forks scraped, and the table buzzed with half-shocked, half-hungry chatter.

you moved around the kitchen with ease, bringing more rolls, refilling dishes, handing out drinks like this was all completely normal. “i’m still not over the fact that you’re married,” Helena muttered, biting into a piece of bread. the rest nodded. “out of everyone, you were the last one i expected,” Walker said. “i love it!,” alexei declared, raising his cup. “the Winter Soldier... domesticated!” Bucky groaned again. “this was a bad idea...” Bob cleared his throat, then asked, “so...uh how did you two meet?”

you glanced at Bucky, who was already avoiding eye contact. “would you like to tell them or should i?” you teased. his fingers pinched your side under the table, making you giggle. “we met a few years ago,” you started. “during a mission with sam. super soldiers on the run, high tension, lots of disagreements.”

“she almost shot me,” bucky grumbled taking a sip of his drink. “i had valid reasons,” you said matter-of-factly, rolling your eyes. “but even after the mission, we stayed in touch. and... over time, we grew closer.”

your voice softened as you remembered it. “i thought he’d give me a sweet confession,” you said. “instead, he got drunk on ten shots and blurted it out.” the table exploded into laughter. “he was so shy! but deep down, he’s a big softie,” you whispered with a smile. “can we not?” bucky grumbled hearing the rest of the team laugh, imaging the Bucky Barnes getting shy.

as the night wore on, everyone cleaned up and collapsed into your living room—washed, fed, and finally relaxed. in the kitchen, you and Bucky stood side by side, finishing the dishes. his arms now finding your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“y’know they’re good people,” you said quietly. “yeah,” he replied, his voice already growing sleepy. “i’m glad you found a team, makes me more comfortable you’re not alone.” you whispered, feeling his metal hand squeeze your side in reassurance, lips brushing the back of your neck. “I missed you,” he murmured. you turned, amused. “you saw me yesterday?.”

“still.” he was getting clingy. he always got clingy when he was this tired.“well, i missed you too, my love,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “c’mon. let’s go to bed, you’re getting all clingy~”

he pinched you again.

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