#hope you're all ok todayyyy

[fairycosmos]

well im going for dinner 🍝

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck Returns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Our little menace of a nephew has secured a date for you. Here is part 2 to Uncle Buck.

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

A/N: what in the actual f👀 is going on 😅 I was expecting maybe 10 or so people to read Uncle Buck. My notifications haven't stopped going off since I posted. Thank you so much everyone that read it and enjoyed it. I hope you also enjoy this little continuation. P.S. GIF replies are my love language so if you enjoy send me your best (or worst 😈) 🫶

As soon as the pair returned home and walked through the front door, Benji skipped his way in shouting, "MAWWAGE! MAWWAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGEVAH TODAYYYY!" Arms high above him as he rushes through the living room in search of his parents.

"Benji, please don't make me regret letting you watch my favorite movie," you sigh, flopping onto the couch, hands covering your face.

He stopped short and looked back at you, "Have you the wing?" He bowed and giggled then turned back around to continue on with his search.

"You're back!" Your sister shouted while she snatched Benji up into her arms, covering the small boy in kisses. "Did you have so much fun with Auntie today? Why are we shouting Princess Bride quotes?" She gasps, "Did you get to meet the dread pirate Roberts??"

Benji looks up at her in confusion, "What? No Mom, we saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson! And guess WHAT!"

"Ohhh, what?!"

He whispers into her ear and throws his head back laughing like a tiny evil madman.

"You did what???!" She laughs.

You groan from the couch.

She walks both of them over to you.

"Did I understand him correctly, is there something we should know? Are you betrothed to a super soldier?"

"I'm gonna go throw up," you groaned again.

Sweating doesn't even begin to cover it.

Your entire body feels like it's on fire.

You agreed to meet Bucky for a late lunch the following day. You've been sitting on the floor by your closet for what you thought was 30 minutes now, staring into the clothing abyss, spiraling into an internal panic.

You don't go on dates. You keep to yourself. It's comfortable. Living in a combined household with your sister and her small family you're certainly never alone.

What are you even supposed to talk about?

Your current job is nothing super exciting to talk about. You do like to go to concerts and musicals... However you can't really imagine the 106-year-old super soldier going to a pop punk or metal show, nor do you imagine him attending Wicked 3 times. Note to self: do not bring up Rogers the musical. Yikes.

Your sister has already talked you off a ledge 3 times since last night when you got home.

While still wallowing in self pity and loathing, two outfits are scattered by you and you have three more in your arms.

Your sister walks by your open door and backtracks peering in.

"Y/n," she sighs, "just wear the first outfit. You'll look great, I promise." She walks over and grabs the armful of clothes from you, dumping them on the bed and grabbing the first outfit. Your favorite pair of black jeans and a sweater you bought specifically because it was so damn soft.

The doorbell rings and your eyes widen. "He's early?!"

"He's on time, you would have noticed if you weren't staring into space for the last hour."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't worry we'll keep him distracted while you finish getting ready."

"Oh sure, don't worry. That fills me with all the confidence..."

"Benji has already asked him to marry you, what's the worst that could happen now?"

"I don't even want to think about the answer to that. So many possibilities come to mind."

You grab your outfit and start rushing around.

"Can I get you something to drink, Bucky?" Your sister asks while she moves about the room.

Bucky and Benji are seated at the kitchen table, just off from the living room. Benji is across from him with his tiny arms crossed on the table, and a very serious look on his face.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Ok, I'm sure she'll be down in just a moment. Make yourself at home. Hopefully we will see you around again soon," she smiles, "I'm just gonna go switch the laundry over quickly. Benji," she looks down at him while pointing two fingers at her eyes and then over to him, "behave yourself," she warns while leaving the room.

The table stare down continues.

"Where do you live?" Benji asks.

"In the city," Bucky answers.

"You have a house?" Benji fires back.

"Apartment."

"Own or rent?"

"Rent."

"Where’s your office?"

"I don’t have one."

"How come?"

"I don’t need one."

"Where’s your wife?"

"Don’t have one.."

"Yet," Benji squints with a tiny smirk, "but how come?"

"It's a long story."

"You have kids?"

"No I don’t."

"How come?"

"It's an even longer story."

"Do you prefer dogs or cats?"

"Both are fine."

"Do you have one?"

"I have a cat. Names Alpine."

"Is Steve Rogers really on the moon?"

"What's your record for consecutive questions asked?"

"38."

"He's up there all right." Bucky answers with a nod.

"Your metal arm and regular arm match well with how ginormous your muscles are."

"How nice of you to notice."

"I’m a kid, that’s my job."

Bucky raises a brow, "Why am I getting the 3rd degree here?"

"Just checking in on my investments. If this didn't work I was going to ask our neighbor Frank, but he kind of sucks," Benji shrugs his shoulders.

Before Bucky can question the language and what the 8-year-old said, you walk into the kitchen and quickly look back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh no, how long have you two been alone in here?? What did he say?" You ask Bucky, looking over at Benji quickly after, "What did you say??" Your eyes narrow.

Benji grins and holds your purse up for you. "Have fun storming the castle," he cheekily smiles with that glint in his eyes.

"Benji," you glare down at him.

Bucky clears his throat while standing up from the table. Walking over to you he points to a small bouquet of flowers that were already in a vase waiting on the kitchen table, "Um, these are for you…" he smiles.

"Thank you so much, they're beautiful," your reply is breathless while you look at the arrangement filled with a small mix of your favorites.

"He also gave me this," Benji holds up an RC truck with a Captain America shield painted on the side.

"That was very nice of him, did you say thank you?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes while grabbing the remote to the car and rolling it out to the living room, "Thanks Future-Uncle Bucky," he grins and chases after it.

"Anyone ever tell you guys he's kind of a strange kid?" Bucky whispers conspiratorially while offering his arm to you.

You throw your head back with a quick laugh. "Oh, you have no idea."

Your date is going better than you expected.

You have managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself so far and both of you seemed to be enjoying your time together.

You have apologized multiple times for Benji's antics.

Bucky laughed, "He reminds me a bit of a young Steve and my sister Rebecca combined. Didn't realize that combo was possible, it's a little terrifying. I hope they have great medical insurance," he jokes.

"His father's a nurse, so we have in-house medical on demand. My sister tried to convince me to go to law school so someone can represent him when he undoubtedly tries to take over the world. Guess I can save some money and time on law school now that we have a super soldier plus a Captain America connection that can potentially stop him before lawyers need to be involved."

"Your sister already welcomed me to the family when she opened the door to let me in," he smirks.

You put your face in your hands, elbows leaning against the table in support.

"Well now you know where her small menace gets it from."

Bucky helps pull your chair out for you as you're both about to leave. As you stand up your purse falls off the back of your chair, spilling some of its contents on the floor when it lands.

Bucky ducked down to help collect your things when something shiny appeared next to your chapstick. His eyebrows furrow as he picks both up and holds them up to you.

You let out a slightly strangled cough as you realized what he was holding up to you.

Bucky Barnes was kneeling holding up your peppermint chapstick and your Grandmother's opal ring that was supposed to be safely in your jewelry box at home.

...Benjamin!

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Next: Part 3 Lord of the Pins

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Wow, that’s a full inbox… you up for answering a few asks, Mitchie? It might help distract you a little.

Mitch(3): Ugh… yeah, we can give it a shot…

L.S.S.: [laughing awkwardly] Ah... yeah, it kinda did, didn't it... The, uh, punch wasn't my proudest moment, but at least it all worked out in the end, right...?

Mitch(3): .........

L.S.S.: [barely audible] I said I was sorry...!

Mitch(3): .... So it was 'satisfying' for ya ta punch me in the nuts, Sally? You got a ballbusting kink I don't know about or somethin...?

L.S.S.: Nnno. It was satisfying as in, 'you were being a jerk and it resulted in some schadenfreude,' not 'I got off on it sexually'.

Mitch(3): Good. I know I'm a freak, but that one's a hard pass for me..... And.... [sigh] I... would have probably punched me in the nuts if I were you, too. Honestly, I didn't think you had it in ya. I woulda been impressed, if I wasn't busy tryin not to hurl....

L.S.S.: Yeah? ...Heh, you like that I have some fight in me, huh...?

Mitch(3): Yeah, it's... kinda hot.... but that doesn't mean you can do that again!! Uck, I feel bad enough as it is...

L.S.S.: Don't worry, I don't plan on it. [pats Mitch(3)s back]

L.S.S.: Woah! Uh… MJ, that’s… quite the new look. 

Mitch(3): Daang Polly, you look fuckin cool! Didn’t fuck up the bleach job after all, huh? ....Wait, did you… bleach your skin, too? Uh, maybe I spoke too soon…

L.S.S.: Iiii don’t think that’s quite it… Um, well, if it makes you feel better MJ, I’m not exactly human anymore either. A lot of people I know aren’t! It’s definitely got its drawbacks, but it’s not all bad… it just takes some adjusting. I’m sure you’ll get used to it and find the silver lining after a while! ….once people stop trying to hunt you down… good luck with all that, by the way… 

Mitch(3): Oh yeah, you're an animal, Sally... [laughing] Geeze, what are you guys on about? It’s not like they’re a werewolf or an alien or something…

L.S.S.: It’s a weird multiverse, Mitchie. I keep thinking I’ve seen it all, and then it keeps on surprising me…

You take care, too MJ. Keep us updated.

L.S.S.: Oh, she's got us covered. Like... so covered, I feel a little bad about it? I hope you guys are all chipping in for this stuff... I'll have to remember to send her a thank-you card after all this...

Mitch(3): Aw yeahhh, some cool stuff might cure what ails me... lets see what our sugar mommy sent us todayyyy...~

L.S.S.: Yup, looks like we're stocked up for a while! Thanks again, Meadow! The food and the shampoo both smell great, kinda nostalgic, actually... and the buckets have already gotten a fair amount of use.

Mitch(3): Yup. Five Stars, will throw up in again. ['ok' sign]

L.S.S.: Does any of the food sound good to you?

Mitch(3): The edibles~

L.S.S.: The food.

Mitch(3): [grumbling] .... hrmmm... I think I'll stick with the classic for now... [barely audible] Soup sounds like it won't be too harsh if it comes back up, too...

L.S.S.: Chicken soup with a side of bucket, comin' right up.

Mitch(3): [sigh] He suuure is....

L.S.S.: Yeah, I'm.. kind of wondering if that was a good idea, from a safety standpoint. I'm a little worried we're shocking your system too much...

Mitch(3): Soooo, the edibles...?

L.S.S.: Those might help take the edge off, but I don't know how much they would help chemically...

Mitch(3): You got any other ideas, then?

L.S.S.: Welll....

L.S.S.: Meadow also sent this, before... yesterday... [barely audible] I know she said she liked cinnamon rolls, and it's a neat story, but this just looks like a stomach ache waiting to happen to me...

Mitch(3): EEEEYYYY, MY SUGAR MAMA COMIN THROUGH WITH THE SWEET STUFF~ Aww, you're sooo good ta me, mommy~ [kissy noises]

L.S.S.: Okay, no. No. Don't be weird.

Mitch(3): Aww, but I just can't help it! You know I LOOOOOVE cuties that give me sweet treats that make ya feel all warm inside....~ [laughing]

L.S.S.: NO. Doooown, boy. Bad.

Mitch(3): .....

[barely audible]....Okay, so we do have some kinks in common... [laughing]

L.S.S.: ....... [sigh]

Okay, soup first, then shot. And this is the only bottle, so you might wanna spread it out.

Mitch(3): Whatever you say, nurse....

L.S.S.: It's 'Doctor'.

Mitch(3): ....Can't she send more, though? This is only gonna last me a couple-

L.S.S.: Mitch.

Mitch(3): Okay, okay! Fuck, goddamn....

.....

Hold on... [gets up from the couch]

L.S.S.: What are you getting?

Mitch(3): Here...

[Returns with a second shot glass, pours L.S.S. a shot]

L.S.S.: ......

Mitch(3): .....Tsk, c'mon, Sally-cat! Ya haven't had a drink with me all week! Didn't ya say somewhere in that crazy story a yours that you still have a couple drinks once in a while...?

L.S.S.: Well, yeah, me and the sixth Mitchie drink and smoke a little together sometimes.... but this is supposed to be like your medicine right now. I shouldn't take any.

Mitch(3): But I want you to have it... no strings attached, right? Just this one? Pleeease? It'll be fuuun~

L.S.S. .................

...............

[barely audible] Ooof, that is loaded....

...............

......Eat your soup. We'll talk after that...