melodeebarnes

[melodeebarnes]

"What am I gonna do with you?"

Two mini stories of how your nicknames for Bucky developed.

No warnings, just fluff.

You were the new recruit for the team. Only being a part of The Avengers for a few short days, you were still meeting all of the members, and learning everyone’s names. You obviously know them by their superhero names, but you’re still getting used to their real names.

You stand, in the kitchen of the Stark tower, pouring a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee. You’ve never been one to like plain black coffee, It’s just too bitter for your taste. Setting down the pot, you look up to see someone standing right next to the fridge containing the coffee creamer.

You wait a moment, hoping he’ll move, but his conversation with Steve lasts much longer than your patients with no caffeine. “Ahem.” You clear your throat, to no avail. You pause, building up the courage to speak to him. That’s when you realize you don’t know his name. Well, you’ve heard it, but you can’t quite remember what it is. You know him as The Winter Soldier, but you know it’s probably not the best name to call him, especially if you want to make a good impression as a new recruit. Suddenly, he gives you a weirded out look. That’s when you realize, through all of your thinking, you we’re just starring at him. You quickly look away. 

Your need for coffee is growing thicker, and patients is growing thinner. That’s when you say the first thing that comes to mind. “Hey, Metal Man. Can you hand me the coffee creamer?” The words sur[ass your lips, before you can stop them.

He looks over, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, speechless. “Metal Man?” He asks.

“Uhm, yeah. Your metal arm and all.” You explain. 

“It’s vibrainium.” He corrects, looking down to his arm for only a moment, before bringing his ocean blue eyes back to you.

“Oh..” You awkwardly respond. “Eh Metal Man just sounds better.” You shrug.

“Metal Man?” Sam laughs obnoxiously loud. “Oh, I’m definitely using that one from now on.” He pats the six foot super soldier on the back twice, before walking away. 

“Sorry, Buck. That one’s gonna stick.” Steve chuckles.

Buck…you linger on the name, Bucky! Right, that’s it.

Bucky glares over at you. 

“So uhm…” You pause, “Coffee creamer?”

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“Plink…plink…plink..” The droplets of water sound, as they fall into the bucket in the middle of the room, gradually filling with water.

The roof has a leak in it, which was discovered when rain from the thunderous storm outside started leaking through.

“Tony, how does a billionaire like you get a leaky roof?” You ask.

“I didn’t build this place, I just bought it.” He shrugs. “All I know is someone’s getting fired. I paid way too much for this tower to have a leaky roof.” He shakes his head in annoyance.

You roll your eyes. You’ve never understood Tony or his way of thinking, as you’ve never been rich, or an egotistical man.You keep your mouth shut, however. The benefits of being acquainted with one come in handy every once in a while. 

Your gaze falls back down to your book, finding where you last left off, rather quickly. You read as the hypnotic pattern deepens your focus of the story. 

It’s only when footsteps sound, getting gradually louder as they approach the room, interrupting. Pulling you from the trance.

You look up, seeing Bucky walk in, eyeing the bucket then over to you. “What’re you reading?” He asks, nodding to the book in your hands.

“Twisted hate.” You answer. “It’s a part of a romance book series I started a few weeks ago.”

“Interesting.” He nods, pretending to understand anything you’re saying. He walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge. You watch as he pulls out some leftover sushi he brought back a couple days ago from his lunch date. He looks up at you, keeping his head down towards the counter. “You want some?” He offers.

You debate your answer for just a moment, “Sure.” You close the book, and stand up. You walk over to the counter, and sit on a bar stool, facing Bucky.

He splits the sushi evenly between the two of you. 

“Thank you.” You smile. It’s been a few months since you got recruited and you’ve gotten to know Bucky quite well. 

He nods, eating a piece of the dragon roll.

You take a bite, then look over your shoulder noticing the bucket filling up rather quickly.

“Hey Bucket, would you mind emptying the Bucky?” The words leave your lips before you even notice the error.

He looks at you with his face all scrunched up.You take a moment to realize what you just said. You close your eyes, embarrassed and laugh at yourself.

“What was that?” He teases. 

“Bucky, would you mind emptying the water out of the bucket?” You correct your question.

“Sure thing, Doll.” He laughs, making his way to the Bucket.

“You know what? Your name does kind of sound like Bucket.” You raise your brows, with the idea glistening too bright to ignore.

He stops in his tracts, giving you a knowing look. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns.

“Too late. Already done.” You beam.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He shakes his head, but you can tell he secretly finds amusement in your shenanigans by the smile breaching his lips.

The list of answers you have to that question could go on for miles, but he’s not allowed to know that. You keep it short and sweet. “You’re the one who gets to answer that.”

[melodeebarnes]

"Of course, I noticed"

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It's your first Christmas with the Avengers, and you're nervous. Not everyone is big on the idea of a new teammate. They haven't been very good at remembering to include you. However, someone you least expected remembered.

Notes from Author: This is my first thing to write on here, and first written out fanfic ever. So, not sure how I feel about this. I started writing this at 2AM. So, we'll see.

*No mention of y/n*

It's currently 7:45AM, and you've just finished up wrapping the present you picked out for Wanda. You want to make sure everything is perfect.

It's you're first Christmas living in the compound and what happens today could determine how everyone thinks about you. You may be overreacting a bit...but what if you're not? Either way, your nerves are at their peak.

You take a deep breath, and grab all of the gifts you bought for everyone. You head down to the main living area, which holds the biggest Christmas tree in the compound. You delicately place each present underneath it, next to the other ones.

You follow the aroma of fresh hot coffee into the kitchen. You pass Wanda, who's flipping a pancake, humming to the Christmas music sounding from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

You grab your favorite mug, and quickly turn, eager for the first sip of coffee. Thankfully you got here just in time, as there isn't much left. You pour the rest of the steamy hot goodness into your cup.

You quickly doll in up, a little bit of cream, and a little bit of sugar. Just the way you like it. You take the first sip, and it's perfec-

"You've got to be kidding me." Bucky groans, causing everyone to turn their attention to him. Though, his eyes seem to be on you. "You just HAD to take the last of the coffee?"

Bucky. He's the person you knew you'd have the most trouble with today. He has never been fond of you. You thought he just needed some time to warm up to you, but even after months he still hates you. He made up his mind about you the first day, and won't change it.

"I'm sorry, there wasn't much left." You explain.

He scoffs, "So you think you can just come in here and take it? You have no right to-"

"Hey! What's the rule?" Wanda interrupts, immediately shutting him up. "No arguing on Christmas morning," she reminds.

He huffs out a sigh, glaring at you. "Whatever." He mutters.

"Here, I'll make another pot." Steve offers, being the peacemaker, he is. He looks back at you, giving a friendly smile.

Everyone sits down, eating their breakfast. There's a bit of banter between the group, but you just sit and listen. They're clearly more familiar with each other than they are with you.

They haven't made much effort to get to know you on a personal level, so you chose not to force it.

Tony walks in into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate. "Alright, now that I'm here we can start the real meaning of the gracious holiday."

You follow behind everyone to the black velvet couches and sit in the in the empty spot on the corner. Natasha passes out everyone's gifts to their recipient.

As you watch each gift get passed out, you notice how few of gifts you have, compared to everyone else. You have two gifts, one from Steve, and one with no name.

"Sorry, we're not used to you being here for Christmas." Bruce shrugs.

"Oh, no. It's fine. I totally understand" You try to hide the disappointment behind a smile, but there's no hiding the sadness' in your eyes. Though, no one cares enough to notice.

You try to brush it off and open the gifts you do have. Inside the gift from Steve is new training gloves. Your old ones were already beginning to wear out, your thankful to have new ones.

"Thank you, Steve."

"My pleaser." He smiles, warmly.

The second gift with no name, is a small box with a poorly tied bow. You sigh at the lack of effort. When you open it, you see a necklace with a diamond incrusted butterfly charm. It's the same one you saw at an antique store you went to when everyone was out shopping on a day off.

You figured no one was paying attention, but clearly someone was. "Wait, who is this from?" You ask, gently holding up the necklace.

Everyone either shrugs, or looks around looking for an answer to the same question.

"Well whoever it was, thank you so much." You're unable to stop smiling. You admire the beauty of the necklace.

A few hours later, you're back up in your room. You decided to leave the celebration early because you felt left out. It just seemed like it'd be best for everyone.

However, the sound of a knock, echos off your door.

"Who is it?" You raise your voice, in order for them to hear you. When there's no answer, you sigh getting up. You slowly open to door, to see Bucky standing on the other side, hands in pockets, and eyes avoiding yours.

"Uhm...may I help you?" You ask, confused.

"I just came to tell you, we're doing our annual Christmas movie night, in case you wanted to join." He mutters, looking off to the side.

"Trust me, no one wants me there."

"That's not tru-" He cuts himself off.

You furrow your brow, "What?" you ask.

"Did you not like the gift?" He asks, now looking at your neck, still bare with no jewelry.

"No, I loved it I just-" you got yourself off, suddenly putting the puzzle pieces together. "Wait, that was from you?" You question, taken aback.

"Uhm..yeah." He mutters.

"Why didn't you put a name on it?" You feel confused. Why would, Bucky, of all people be the one to get you the meaningful gift.

"Well, usually everyone can tell by the wrapping." He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm not the best at it, but I swear I try."

"Well, that is what matters." You laugh. "Wait, but how did you know?"

"When we were all out shopping, I saw the way your face lit up when you saw the necklace." He explains. "So, I assumed it'd be the perfect gift for you."

"I can't believe you noticed that."

"Of course, I noticed." He smiles at you for the first time ever.

You can't lie, seeing him smile did abrupt a few stray butterflies in your stomach. "Thank you, it must've cost a fortune."

He shakes his head. "The price isn't what matters. It's the thought that goes into the gift."

"I never thought I'd hear that coming out of your mouth." You laugh.

"Yeah, and if you tell anyone I'm gonna have to kill you." He jokes.

"Can't ruin your big bad wolf reputation, right?"

"Hey, it's white wolf." He corrects.

You put your hands up in defense. "My apologies."

"Wait, so why aren't you wearing the necklace?" He asks.

"I'm not great at putting on necklaces, and I didn't want to break or mess it up." You explain.

He nods in understanding, "Would you like me to help?" He asks.

"Sure, I would love your help." You smile, opening the door wide, inviting him inside.

He hesitantly walks in, immediately spotting the gift sitting in the poorly wrapped box. You smile, delicately taking it out and handing it to him. You turn around, watching him through the mirror.

He uses his flesh hand to gently brushes your hair out of the way, sending shivers down your spine. He brings the beautiful necklace in front of you, and you lift your hair up out while he clasps the chain.

You let your hair fall, but you both stand silently looking in the mirror. Suddenly he ends the silence by clearing his throat.

"It's beautiful, Bucky. Thank you."

"Call me Buck." He smiles, again.

"Really? But I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you. Sometimes I'm just not great with new recruits, and I don't handle it the proper way." He looks away, embarrassed by the way he's been acting. "And I'm sorry for treating you so poorly these past few months."

"It's okay." You smile.

"Now come on, lets go down for movie night." He begins to walk out.

"But they probably don't want me there." You say.

"If they have anything to say, they'll have to deal with me." He warns. "Between me and you, they're all a little if not extremely scared of me." He laughs.

"Well then, this should be good." You smile, and follow him out.