#kill bill is totally one of nat’s comfort movies

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kill bill ⚔️

bonus w/ unmasked clint:

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Hi! If you don't mind could you write me some headcanons about being bff with some female cp's? Like Jane, Nina, Clockwork, Nurse Ann...?

One of my best friends is called one of these names so it was odd to write XD Some headcanon’s were totally true about her as well, and some definitely were n o t. XD

Anyway I’m not sure how comprehensive this is since I just kinda spewed it all out so, uh… I hope you like them! 😅

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Clockwork:

·         Natalie stays at your house all the time and eats all your food. Girl has a FAST metabolism so you cannot tell, but she eats e v e r y t h i n g.

·         She doesn’t even have a key to your home, you just come home from everyday activities and she’s slumped in your couch cushions watching TV and there’s a pool on your bathroom floor from her shower and- oh, she has also ordered pizza so get your wallet out.

·         You just squint/glare at her before flopping on the couch beside her. She hands you the remote and gets comfier by you.

·         Even when you have a romantic interest over, she is there at your house, comfortable on the couch playing games on your phone as you walk your ‘friend’ to your room.

·         It’s not all frustrating though, she’s always there to protect you. There have been multiple burglaries that she has intercepted and ‘taken care of’. She’s honestly like a guard dog who also has an excellent sense of humour.

·         And don’t think she just wants you around for your apartment and money. Nay nayyyyyy nay. She tells you all about the Creepypasta drama and what’s going on at the mansion, even though you aren’t apart of that life.

·         And she calls when she’s away. Just calls up to talk to you.

·         You two are the kind of friends that don’t need to talk to each other all the time. In fact, you agree that talking to people all the time is annoying and too much trouble, and you could totally go without each other for days (Weeks even) if either of you were busy! But… without either of you even realising, you always end up contacting each other in one way or another every day, anyway. Its easy with you two. No romantic relationship could compare.

·         She was the groom and you were the bride in your make-believe weddings and mums and dads games as kids.

·         On Toby: “Okay Nat, I like Toby but I hope you know, if he hurts you… well there is absolutely nothing I can do to wreak revenge on your behalf, as he is a duo hatchet wielding psychopath, except maybe give him a stink eye. … When he is looking away and therefore cannot see the stink eye.”

·         More on the Toby subject: Clockwork once took you to Slender Mansion (Cuz you were targeted by a botched victim of hers because she cares about you and she wanted you close by to keep you safe until she could, like, finish killing the guy and all. Whatever though, no biggie. Pft, At least that’s how she made it out to be.) and she had to leave you for a moment so she handcuffed you and Toby together because he’s the only one she could trust to watch you.

·         It was very awkward for the two of you, but definitely a bonding experience. You were both very happy to see Clocky come back though.

·         HORROR. The world of horror is your favourite genre together. Supernatural horror, slashers, basement dwellers, vampires, werewolves, the blob, stalkers, murderers, psychological horror, black and white, colour, movies, tv shows, books- whatever. You two get so excited to experience new fictional horror.

Jane The Killer:

·         If you’re into boys, let me tell you right away- Jane is very critical of their actions. She was at a very influential time in her life (Especially concerning boys and girls and romance) when she met Jeff and Liu. She met those boys, thought ‘Oh, they’re cute. Maybe budding crush?’, and then Jeff killed her family, burnt down her home and ruined her life and Liu became an asshole, and now the male species has been, sorta… tainted. She knows there are good ones (In fact, m a n y boys are lovely, of course.), but one’s that you’re in romantic cahoots with are always going to be under her very watchful eye anyway so she doesn’t really bother to hold back her fear (Which translates into dislike… or hate) with them. So if you have boy problems, be careful. Provided you like this/these guy/s, at least. If you don’t like them, then she’s the perfect person to go to!

·         If you are a boy, then- of course, none of this applies to you. She loves you. Don’t worry. You’re her best friend!

·         Girls are an entirely different situation though of course. Jane drinks that love women juice every single day.

·         Jane is really good with altering clothes, so she’s the one you go to when you need help hemming something or taking something in. She likes to do it, too. Quality best friend time while not being lazy.

·         Speaking of her hating to be lazy… This does not apply at night. Nighttime is a whole other ballgame. Its bedtime by 7 for her if you don’t lock her into plans a week in advance. If she is braless and in her P.J’s, you will not be able to peel her from her home. Except for snacks, but even if she goes to the grocery store, she’s not getting changed and she’s going to wear her bunny slippers.

·         You two watch so many cartoons together. Gravity Falls, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, Over The Garden Hedge, Villainous, Looney Tunes, Ducktales, etc. Any and all that you can get your hands on.

·         You two are prepared to get platonically married, for any reason. Like, you need to stay in the country? Married; You’re staying. You’re the only one who can testify against hr in the court of law? Married, so by law you don’t have to. One of you accidentally planted yourselves with a kid and (Cuz you’re ride or die for each other, obviously), you’re gonna parent the child together and cuz of religious beliefs one of your would feel better about raising them together with a wedding band? Married.

·         Jane doesn’t drink, so when/if you get drunk she’s always there to keep you safe.

·         Jane also gets friend-jealous, a lot. Like, that bitch just called you her best friend, Y/N. Is she your best friend? I thought I was. So who is it, Y/N? Me or her? HM? (She is prepared to turn up to wherever you and this person are hanging, all glamorous and cool as she is, and show off. Prove she’s a way better friend then this new person so they back off).

·         When you were little, she was the bride and you were the groom in your wedding/marriage/mums and dads games.

Nina The Killer:

·         You have known her for both your entire lives and there have been iffy, and dark times but through hell and high water you have stuck with her. You love her. She’s your girl, you are her person too. You will be with her, and protect her from anything.

·         You are the only one in the world that loves her, really. You may not quite understand her weirdness, but you stick with her anyway because you love her.

·         Just like- baseline of your friendship is being ride or die for each other.

·         You were also really into Jeff, but at a more… healthy? Level? Like, you were still romantically interested in a real-life murderer, but you wouldn’t have done anything about it. You wouldn’t hurt anyone (Except to protect others) or victim blame, or contact the victims (Dear God) or whatever, but you would take peaks at fanfiction and gab with Nina about it. I mean, it’s not grand, but in comparison to Nina, hah… you were harmless.

·         Now though, that you’ve met him and he is the reason your bets friend is so hurt and broken, you are not the fondest of him. I mean, you still have a place in your heart for the version of him you and Nina made up in your heads (The version that Nina still believes is real) but that isn’t the real him. Jeff Woods is an ass. You need to keep your friend safe from him.

·         And uh… so nowadays… occasionally, you will find out where Jeff is (You keep an ear out) and, you know, just… lie your ass off to Nina. Yep. You tell her you heard that he’s in the opposite direction than he is so that she’ll unknowingly put more distance between him and her.

·         Yes. It’s a lie, but… its for the greater good! It’s for Nina’s mental health and physical safety.

·         Anyway, moving on to lighter things.

·         In your make believe mums and dads/’grown up’ games that you would play together as kids, you were a single parent and she was the dog.

·         She will lie for you in an instant. She’s also really good at it.

·         You walked into a room once and saw she was drawing something, and it turned out to be your joint tombstone. She has not let this go- you will be buried in the same plot together, if it is the last thing she does. This is slightly concerning, but… also kind of cute. You can roll with it.

·         “What if I get married or have kids?”

·         “They will need to apply with me to join. There will be an interview process.”

·         ‘What about pets?”

·         “Oh, they can come in! No fee!”

·         Do not underestimate her weight. If she doesn’t want you to leave, she will hold onto your leg and go deadweight, and you will s t r u g g l e.

·         Nina talks to herself, but she acts like the person she’s talking to is another person, inside her mind. You both know its not, but you refer to the other girl as Agnes anyway. Super casual.

·         Follows you when you go on dates (At least the first one with someone)to make sure all goes well and texts you rapid fire when she smells something fishy. Even the smallest thing.

·         You two really love dystopian teen fiction. Divergent? Matched? Hunger Games? Maze Runner? Ugles? Alllllll. You consume them and then watch the movies/tv shows too.

Nurse Ann:

·         Live-in medical services! This means you can get really cheap life insurance and not worry about it to much.

·         And on the topic of insurance… Ann is super smart, and organised, and just really awesome at practical stuff like that. Insurance, bills, mortgages, any kind of forms and receipts. And she’s happy to sit down and help you go through it- and, as we all know, everything is better when it’s with a friend you feel comfortable with.

·         You can tell Ann anything and she’ll just roll with it. No judgment. Either she takes it and lets you talk about it or she just acknowledges it and moves on.

·         Like Jane, Ann has very little patience for boy problems. In fact, she has zero time for it. Boys? Girls? No thank you. So if you’re into boys, I have some bad news for you.

·         Best friend maintenance. Occasionally, Ann will over work herself (with murder) and you will need to guide her to relaxation. Gently persuade her to sit down at the dinner table and just make idle chit chat with her every now and then as you make her a good, hearty meal (Or as good as you can do XD Anything between Beefy stew and a Cheese toastie will work fine, don’t worry. She’s not picky at all), and then watch some movies with her. No phones, no knitting, no drawing, no… whatever. No other activities except TV watching! She needs to rest. I’m always shocked at how relaxing just sitting and watching TV can be. There’s a big difference between doing that and multitasking.

·         Ann will call you to pretend there’s an emergency if you want to get out of social engagement.

·         A thing that two enjoy together is science fiction. Star Trek (Including the animation), The War of Worlds, the world of Star Wars, Dune, a Handmaids Tail, The 100, Eureka, etc. She loves the brainy stuff.

·         Ann is the logical friend, who tries to give the most practical advice and make pros and con lists and everything. And then you go ahead and do the crazy thing, the thing she said definitely would not work and would probably make things worse, and she just face palms and says she’s never getting mixed up in your mess again. … Until the next time, when she totally does.

·         “I love you Y/N, but I am not about to walk into a police office and bail you out of jail so do not do that.”

·         You trap her into resting by painting her nails (Hands and feet) in her sleep right before her alarm is about to go off so she has to take the morning SLOW or the paint will mess up. She just wakes up, you hold up a sign in front of her face that says ‘NAILS’ and she stops immediately. “You bitch.”

·         As kids, of course, the two of you would play make-believe family games and you were both mums (/ or you were the dad). She was the working mum and you were forced to stay home take care the baby (large container of vitamins with a face drawn on).

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Let’s go study and have coffee and stare at each other

@needshisarrows had this brilliant idea where sharon and steve constantly get “sexiled” bc natasha and bucky are in love and stuff and I DIDN’T SEE THE NOTIFICATION THAT I COULD WRITE IT FOR THEM I’M SORRY BUT NOW IT IS HERE

Presenting: The Roommate Edition 

Steve was really tired of Bucky hanging the stupid tie on the door and hearing furniture crash. (Natasha was heartless about furniture, but still held a grudge about him almost breaking her hairbrush.) Usually, he was fine with it. But both Bucky and Natasha were going at it like rabbits, and they had no thoughts on what others had wanted to do that night. Steve wanted to get his laptop to get his report on World War II and probably look at old dog videos. But that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Did Natasha...?” There’s an ominous crash and a curse of “oh hell no,” when Steve turns around to see Natasha’s roommate Sharon. Steve winces. 

“I wanted my laptop,” Steve explains awkwardly. 

“I was going to get my jacket back,” Sharon says with a frown. “Guess I’ll need dry-cleaning.” Steve gives off a laugh, before it falls to an awkward tension. Steve is never quite sure how to act around her; she’s so...cool. He still feels like the awkward little guy who has never once been looked at. Sharon is the girl who you feel out of your depth with. But she’s funny, and she laughed at his lame attempt at an art joke. (It was about a Rembrandt piece, and it was terrible.) 

“So...guess we’re both out of luck tonight,” Steve says. 

“Well, I have my laptop at my place, if you wanna come over and work on homework or something,” Sharon says. “I know that Mr. Erskine’s deadline is soon, and it sucks to not have anything done in advance.” Steve’s heart skips a beat. 

“Really? You mean it?” He asks. “I, uh, don’t want to intrude...” 

There’s a thump on the wall and a loud moan. Sharon winces. 

“Why don’t we get going? And no, I don’t mind. I do have a Pandora playlist on though, and you can’t change it. I’m working on planning out a presentation for my forensics class, and that’s the only music I can listen to that I concentrate on.” 

“What kind of music?” 

“Classical violin. Nothing special.” 

“Violin’s cool,” Steve offers. God, he’s absolutely terrible at conversation. He should just never talk again. 

“Let’s get going,” Sharon says. “Follow me.” 

Sharon’s room is neat and organized, unlike Bucky’s absolute mess. (It is none of Steve’s.) She talks about how her forensics teacher is dumb, and she’s looking forward to Christmas break so she can try out a new burger restaurant that opened up near her cousin’s business. 

“What’s the burger joint called?” Steve asks. 

“Press the Grill, it sounds interesting,” Sharon says. “Aunt Peggy tried it, and she said their garlic fries are to die for. You wanna see my notebook?” Steve nods. Honestly, he’d take any chance to see a burger chart. No girl he’s ever talked with has had such a passionate, weird interest. (Natasha’s interest in getting away with murder, hypothetically, does not count.) 

Sharon points out her favorites, and how number one does not have a place yet. “I’m waiting for the absolute best,” Sharon says seriously. “It has to have the right ratio of cheese, other ingredients, and meat. Their fries also have to balance. I thought of doing a beer with it, but I figured that there are so many states that offer different beer.” Steve nods solemnly. Honestly, he has no idea about the beer. 

They get no work done. Steve keeps her in stitches about Bucky in his teen years. How one time, Bucky tried to climb a fence to get away with vandalism and his engraved watch got on the fence and he tried to say that it was Steve’s. 

“Oh my god,” Sharon said. “So much leverage. So much. Let me tell you about this one time my friend Maria...” 

It goes on like that until Natasha comes back around one, hair disheveled and eyes staring at the two. “When did Rogers get here?” She asks. “I thought you would crash at Clint’s or something.” 

“The day I willingly stay at Clint’s apartment is the day I have to hide from the government,” Steve says seriously. Sharon snorts, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “I better get going, Sharon. Hope to talk to you soon.” 

“Wait! I need your contacts!” Sharon says. She lazily waves around her phone, unlocked. “For you.” Steve manages to add her on snapchat, request a follow on instagram, and input his number. He notices that she has a cute background of a burger as her background. Steve laughs as he hands it back. 

The next time, Sharon comes to his door armed with snacks and popcorn. “Okay, Bucky and Natasha barged in,” she says. “can I crash here? Natasha said Bucky won’t be leaving.” Steve nods. He feels bad that he hasn’t dressed up any; he’s in his favorite pair of sweatpants and an old shirt that shouldn’t fit him. Then again, Sharon is in leggings and an old shirt. She shouldn’t look so criminally good. 

Sharon ends up raiding the fridge for drinks as Steve queues up Netflix. They watch Criminal Minds together and try to guess what the motive is before the team can. Most of the time, Sharon wins, but Steve has some good guesses. 

“thanks for letting me crash here,” Sharon says with a yawn. “Mind if I sleep here?” Steve says no, of course not. It’s awkward because Bucky’s bed is absolute trash, and Steve isn’t going to let Sharon sleep on the floor. 

“Here, sleep in my bed,” Steve says. “I’ll work on...that one.” 

“No,” Sharon says. “Bucky’s bed is literally trash. I’m pretty sure there’s a stale bag of Cheetos that spilled on it. Here, you sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” 

“That’s too damned bad.” 

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“You’re a giant, no you aren’t.”   

“yes I am.” They step closer together, and Steve is acutely aware that she smells super good and wow, what conditioner is that. 

“Fine,” Sharon says. “Then we’ll share the bed. It’s not like it’s a twin, you ordered a Queen. Two people fit comfortably.” 

“Nope,” Steve answers. 

“What? You aren’t comfortable with it?” Steve knows that Sharon knows that he will literally do anything once people say that he can’t. (Refer to: punching an annoying guy at a restaurant because bucky said he wouldn’t.) He also knows that the idea is not uncomfortable to him, but he doesn’t want to make things incredibly a w k w a r d. 

“I am, are you?” Steve challenges. 

“Hell yeah,” Sharon says. “Let’s get to bed, Steve.” Steve does not want to admit that he wishes that they were going to bed as a together couple. But he doesn’t admit that. 

Bed is comfy. Sharon is a terrible sleeping partner; she pushes her freezing feet on his back, complaining that he’s a natural heater. “Should’ve gotten here sooner,” she says in a teasing manner. He’s half-asleep. 

Sharon thinks she hears the response of “me too,” but he’s asleep before she can question him. 

Sharon wakes up to Bucky looming over them with his phone poised on them. 

“Aw, you nerds finally got together,” Bucky teases. 

“No,” Sharon argues. “It’s because your bed has crap on it. Where do you and Nat even do the do?” 

“Can you not say sex?” 

“I can, but it makes both of you uncomfortable when I don’t refer to it by its common name, and that’s hilarious. Where?” 

“Anywhere,” Bucky teases. “Don’t worry, I clean the walls.” Steve makes a noise of disgust, but he’s still asleep. He turns over, looking adorable. His arm moves to go under Sharon’s neck. She pushes it away. 

“Move over, nerd,” she says. 

“Nah,” Steve responds. He wakes up, eyes blinking steadily. His voice is gruff. (It’s totally attractive.) 

“Hey, I’m leaving,” Sharon says. “Bye Steve-o, see ya later.” He waves, and turns around to avoid Bucky’s look. Sharon spots it. 

“So...you and Sharon Carter? Match made in stubborn heaven.” 

“Bucky, you refused to pay your water bill for two months because you thought the price was jacked up.” 

“True,” Bucky says with a shrug. 

Sharon and Steve start hanging out even when they’re not being sexiled, eventually. Steve knows that she wants to see that new movie called Atomic Blonde, and so he buys movie tickets and she buys the treats. “I snuck some in my purse too,” Sharon says. “You want pull n’ peel Twizzlers or skittles?” Steve chooses the Twizzlers. 

Sharon asks him for coffee, because she’s bored and Natasha is having an argument with Bruce over hypothetically killing someone. they laugh and buy a huge coffee that they’ve both wanted to try but never have. It ends up being terrible, but they laugh so hard they cry when a guy comes in and asks when the pigeon begins work. (Long story.) 

And one day, they get revenge. For all the times they couldn’t get their stuff before, for all the times Natasha or Bucky made a snide comment. 

Bucky comes back with Natasha to find a tie already hanging off a door. Bucky grins, before seeing the sign on the door, obviously written by Sharon. 

“Sexiled ;)))))” 

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Oh Look, I’ve Been Impaled - 2

Bucky x Hannah OFC

Summary: The Avengers are worried about Bucky, mostly Steve. He’s not used to seeing Bucky like this. Luckily for them, Nat’s not the only redhead who has a calm head.

Word Count: 1,944

Warnings: mentions of blood, character injuries, people being impaled, time skips, just fluff mainly

A/N: Finally had time to post this! So enjoy the part where I make it all fluffy! There might be more to this, but not 100% sure yet. 

First Part: Here

Bucky was quickly rushed out of the room and hooked onto more machines, monitors, IV drips when his monitors went all over the place. The serum was working, but it was working rather slowly as if it was having a difficult time trying to make up its mind. It acted as if it was going through the flight/fight response with this infection. Which is why the levels caused to spike and the wound to burn up.

Steve stood behind the glass and watched as Cho and her team fought the infection, cutting away the stitches and removing the dead flesh. It was a nasty procedure that Steve almost looked away, but his protective instincts kicked in. Yes, he trusted Dr. Cho, but he needed to make sure they didn’t kill him. That was his best friend on the table.

Eventually, they won and the serum began to do its job. It was slow, but it was working. Bucky’s fever and cold sweat began to drop. That was close, Steve really hoped it didn’t happen again. Once he knew Bucky was fine and sleeping peacefully again in a separate room, he headed back to check up on Hannah. When he walked in, she was already awake and currently in a deep conversation with JARVIS.

“So, like you have your own personality?”

The A.I. responded, “Yes Miss Hannah, Sir based me off of his late family butler Jarvis when he created me, in order for him to feel more comfortable at home when speaking to a friend.”

“So, if I asked you to show me the Crags of Hen Mountain in Ireland could you do that?” Seconds later, JARVIS turned the whole room into a totally different world. Steve watched Hannah’s face become emotional at the sight. Taking in the mountains, how the clouds that rolled past, how it felt as if you were standing right in the middle of it.

“That’s bloody awesome that is,” Hannah’s Irish accent peeking its way through.

“Thank you, Miss Hannah,” JARVIS replied, sounding proud of himself.

“Oh, hi Rogers, didn’t see ya there. No need to stand there all scundered.” Steve’s head tilted, confused. “Sorry, bit of a habit. You can come in, don’t need to be embarrassed to come in.” Accepting the invitation, he took the seat beside the bed and looked at the projection JARVIS had made.

“May I ask what’s special about this place?” Hannah looked around at the moving landscape.

“Yeah, my da would bring me here all the time. But then mum died, so we moved in with his brother here in the states. Been here for three years now, but I still miss home.” Steve listened intently, hearing her story, the sound of longing in her voice.

“I came from Brooklyn, born and raised there. Still go back there once in a while.” Hannah’s attention was back on him again.

“Was Bucky born there too?”

Steve smiled, shaking his head. “No, the jerk was born Shelbyville, Indiana. But came to Brooklyn later on. Been best friends ever since.” Steve thought back to all the times Bucky saved his ass when he was still scrawny, smiling at the memories.

“Well, he seems like a very nice fella. ‘Course, I wouldn’t have minded if I met him in different circumstances though. Nothin’ I can do about it now.” She hesitated for a moment before asking, “How is he? He doing alright?”

Steve nodded, letting out a breath, “Yeah, the infection and fever are going down. He’s a little weak, but he’s sleeping it off. The serum’s doing its job, so that’s a relief.” She nodded in agreement, letting out a breath herself, knowing that he was going to make it just fine.

“Hey, do you think I can visit my - him...would that be alright?” Hannah caught herself mid-sentence, but Steve saw right through it. Knowing full well that there was a small amount of chemistry between the two.

“I don’t see why not. Let me just grab Cho and we’ll see what we can do.”

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Steve pushed Hannah down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she held onto her IV pole as they headed towards Bucky’s room. Bucky was awake, eyes half open, staring out the window at nothing really. He looked better, but they could tell he wasn’t really liking the fact that he was on bed rest, in a hospital room no less.

“Hey, Mr. Sex on legs, you should have your hair up more often. Shows off your face.” Bucky turned towards them, eyes immediately landing on Hannah, then up to Steve.

“H-Hey, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Hannah ignored him for a second, asking Steve to bring her closer.

“Well, I’m visiting you and I’m technically resting, just sitting down. Plus, I wanted to see you. Is that a crime now?”

Bucky shook his head and smiled, “Hey Stevie, everyone get out okay?”

“Yeah Buck, everyone’s fine. Glad you’re doing better though, you had us worried. Cho was getting concerned.” Bucky shrugged.

“Nothing’ I haven’t been through before man, but I’m fine now. Serum’s healing me up nicely.” Hannah knew Steve wanted to talk to Bucky about it, but saw Bucky steer around the subject, clearly not ready to. Steve nodded.

“Okay, well, if you need anything just let me know. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He teased them as he left the room.

“So, have any movies of this century that you want to watch?” Bucky was grateful she didn’t ask him and instead changed the subject. They both watched a few movies until Cho came in and scolded the both of them for laughing a little bit too hard that their stitches were almost ripped open. Hannah promised Bucky she’d visit him again before she was wheeled back to her room, leaving Bucky alone to his thoughts once more.

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It was another three days until Hannah was free to go, but she didn’t exactly want to go home yet. Not without seeing Bucky again. She grew fond of him rather quickly, or rather, she was attached to him for some time and bonded with the stranger, now turned friend. But Steve promised someone would come get her as soon as Bucky was given the green to go. So reluctantly, she headed home, not sure what to do now. She was glad she was back home in her apartment, but she loved the atmosphere of the tower. Everyone was fun to hang out with, not to mention there were people there she could actually talk to.

It wasn’t for another three days until a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent came to pick her up and bring her back to the tower. Not able to contain her excitement, she rushed back into the tower, but then remembered where she actually was and forced herself to calm down.

“It’s okay to be excited, we all know what’s going on between the two of you.” Hannah jumped when the team looked towards her from where they were sitting on the couches. She blushed, pushing back a strand of hair that wasn’t there, nerves kicking in.

“Oh, um, there’s not, we’re not…” Natasha smiled, Clint grinned, Bruce felt bad for her, Tony smiled proudly, knowing he was successful. Steve just shook his head at them, the next thing they knew Bucky was walking in rubbing the sleep from his eyes, stopping mid-step when he noticed Hannah. Hannah’s eyes turned into saucers.

Bucky’s torso was on full display. He was fucking ripped and damn did he make the hospital trousers look good.

“For fuck’s sake man, no one wants to see you naked!” Tony yelled from the couch. Clint started laughing, looking between both Hannah and Bucky.

“I think Bucky broke her.” Everyone looked to Hannah, whose face was turning bright scarlet. “I mean look at him, he’s ripped as fuck! I’m pretty sure his abs could cut straight through marble.” Clint noticed Hannah’s eyes drop down to look at said abs before she caught herself and looked back at Bucky’s eyes. Finally breaking out of her trance.

“Um, I-uh, about...um...yeah, so, Steve told me you got a clean bill of health.” Still looking at Hannah, he self-consciously pushed his hair back.

“Uh, yeah, still have to sit out the next mission, but, uh other than that, yeah, good to go.”

“Right. So, is it good enough to go, I don’t know, out for coffee or something?” Hannah asked quietly, her gaze falling to the floor now. Everyone turned to look at Bucky now, who had a small smile on his face.

“Give me a few minutes to get changed first?” She looked up at him, giving him a small smile of her own.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll...I’ll be here.” He nodded, once, then two more times before turning around to head back to his room. When he left, everyone let out a round of applause.

“Okay, is it just me or did anyone just notice that she managed to make Frosty blush?” Tony stated from the couch.

“Well, she was eyeing his abs earlier. So why wouldn’t he blush? I mean come on, with abs like that, damn!” Clint exclaimed by Nat’s side. Wiggling his eyebrows at Hannah suggestively. Thankfully, with good timing, Bucky strolled back in, fully dressed, seeing Natasha smirking at Clint.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause she actually got to touch them.” Clint sat up straighter, gaping at her,

“Wait, what? When?!” Natasha smiled knowingly at the blushing pair.

“They were stuck to a pole for hours Clint, what else would her hands be doing?” Bucky swore his skin was heating up. It’s not his fault his body reacted and pretty much has a perfect memory as to how her body felt underneath his. He walked up to Hannah and held her hand, just wanting to get out of this as soon as he could.

Steve was staring at Clint now, wanting to get in on the action too. “Who knows, he could’ve been whispering dirty phrases in her ear. Letting her know about all the dirty things he wanted to do to her when they were in private.” Tony choked on his coffee, Clint was now staring at Steve like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown at him.

“Who the hell are you and what have you done with Steve?!” Bucky pulled Hannah closer to the door before they were pulled back into this embarrassing conversation he really didn’t want to be in.

“Okay, well, um, we’re going to go,” Bucky muttered.

“Let’s go please.” Hannah agreed eagerly, wanting to just get out as fast as he wanted to. They briskly walked out of the building, not even noticing their hands were still clasped together. Hannah looked down at their hands and smiled softly. Bucky became self-conscious and let go of it.

“You can hold my hand you know. You were already pressed up against me, holding hands won’t kill you.” Bucky blushed, face definitely turning red. But nevertheless, took a hold of her hand once more. He cleared his throat and started walking. “So, um, coffee?”

“Yeah, coffee. There’s um, a good Irish pub that serves great beer, but they also make some great coffee as well.”

“Lead the way, doll.” Bucky lifted their hands and kissed her hand softly, Hannah smiled at the small gesture and began to lead the way down the street. Bucky never expected to meet a girl like he did, it wasn’t every day you got stuck to a redhead.

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