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mypassionsarenysins · 5 years

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Flowers and Surprises

Sam Wilson x Reader

Authors Note: This is for @geosaurusrrex congrats on your 2k followers.

Flowers.

There where flowers everywhere.

You had an idea of what had happened, but you still searched for the the man at fault.

You’d been dating Sam since high school and now 10 years later you guys were married and thinking of expanding your family, but so far you hadn’t been able to.

It was a Friday afternoon so that meant that Sam had taken the afternoon off and brought you what appeared a flower shop into your apartment.

You in the other hand had groceries in your hands after a long day at the office and errands.

The moment you entered the apartment a smile made its way to your lips.

Sam always brought you flowers when you where feeling down. You remember the first time you asked him why.

“Why do you always bring me flowers when I’m sad?” You asked with small tears in your eyes. You had just failed an important exam in high school. You where in your bed while Sam stood in the doorway of your bedroom holding a small bouquet of of wild flowers that you assumed were from his mothers garden.

He took a seat next to you and gave you the flowers placing a small kiss on the cheek.

“Because I didn’t want to see you cry.” He said as he put a strand of hair behind your ear with such tenderness it made you cry more.

“I love you Samuel,” you said as you put your lips softly yo his.

You smile at the memory.

As you see the different bouquets around the apartment you go the kitchen and put the groceries away. You start humming some song you heard on the radio when you hear Sam shuffling into the kitchen.

“Hey baby,” se says as he wraps his arms around your waist kissing the back of your neck.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” You ask as you turn and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him deeply in the lips.

You can feel Sam sigh in the kiss.

“What’s wrong Sam?” You ask as you look up at his beautiful eyes.

“I know you had a doctors appointment and I wanted to make sure you had all the flowers.” He says as he grabs your hands.

He takes another breath and looks at you.

“I know the last couple of doctor’s appointments have been rough and you always seemed to want to cry.” He says as he gently massages your hands.

“And I never want to see you cry.” He says like he said those words all those years before.

You smile at him and grab a paper from your coat.

“Well Mr. Wilson,” you smile at him handing him the paper.

“I have to congratulate you,” tears start making their way into your eyes. “You’re about to become a daddy” you smile when tears run fully down your face.

Sam stood there shock in his face.

A baby.

You guys where finally having a baby.

Suddenly strong arms lift you up and kiss you with all the passion and love he could.

“A baby?” He yells with his own tears on his eyes.

“Yes honey, a baby.” You smile at him.

He falls to his knees and kisses your stomach.

“Hey baby, this is your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you.” He says softly.

You can only smile at the love of your life.

“Oh my god babe, imagine the faces of Steve, Bucky, and Nat when we tell them.” He says as he hugs you one more time.

“You just wanna show off you had a baby before Nat and Bucky did.” You smirk at him as you walk into the living room sitting on the couch.

As you two settle in the couch enjoying the cold weather in New York you can feel sleep coming you as Sam plays with your hair.

“I love you (Y/N), since I met that nerdy girl in high school too busy reading t care about anything else. And now we are gonna have a little baby.” He says softly love in his voice.

“I have loved you all my life Samuel, and nothing will ever change that.” You give him a small peck on the lips as sleep takes over.

As everything turns black you can feel Sam’s heartbeat and you smile taking one last look at the overwhelming amount of flowers around.

You and your baby were protected by the best man in the world, and nothing would ever change that.

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 5 years

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To Live For, To Die For (Bucky X Reader)

This is the second one I picked for Sea’s 2k milestone XD Gotta say...not nearly as sweet to write this one as it was the other. But I hope you guys like it!

Song: Somebody to Die For

Sequel is up: “Just Like This”

@geosaurusrrex - official congrats on hitting 2k man XD

P.S. There is a reason your last name is “Potts”.

I could drag you from the ocean I could pull you from the fire And when you’re standing in the shadows I could open up the sky And I could give you my devotion Until the end of time And you will never be forgotten With me by your side

The two of them fit.

It was odd, like nothing any of the Avengers had ever seen before. Bucky had spent so much time living to kill, he forgot what it was like - what it meant to simply live. Then he met her. The mutant friend of T’Challa’s wife, Orroro. Shuri told him bits of her history, but refused anymore, forcing him to ask the young woman himself.

“Hey Sarge,” this new woman teased, beaming smile and amused gleam forcing a rose blush on his cheeks.

“Call me Bucky.”

He remembered the way she looked at him, as if seeing through every hardship he’d ever endured and then some. She tilted her head, an emotion he couldn’t place mixing with that clear amusement. Rather than arguing, Y/N merely nodded. “Okay, if that’s what you want,” she smiled. “Bucky.”

The woman had brought him back from the edge in a way Steve couldn’t. Steve kept pressuring him, asking for the friend he once had. No, the words never actually left his lips. Steve wasn’t that kind of guy. But she never expected James Buchanan Barnes or the Winter Soldier. She merely asked for Bucky. All the woman asked for was the ability to understand. And in being so simple, so innocent and kind, she managed to do something no one else could.

Y/N Potts taught him to live for something.

And now they had spent every waking moment together, tending to his goats, helping him with his memories. She was still an enigma to him, something he felt he would never fully understand. But that was okay. He could wait for her.

And I don’t need this life I just need...

Y/N hadn’t expected Bucky to weasel her way into her heart. He wasn’t supposed to. She had only meant to visit Orroro, to update her on the mutants back home, and be done with it. Then she’d be going to New York to visit her sister and that weird genius she continued to date. But there was something about the man that she couldn’t get out of her head. T’Challa said it was normal, that Bucky had that reputation back in the day. Shuri immediately shut him up, reminding him that Bucky was a different person. He wasn’t James Barnes or the Winter Soldier anymore.

And it left her wondering - who was left in their wake?

He was so kind and gentle. Quiet and withdrawn, as if he deserved to live a life in misery. Y/N had never fallen for someone so good. He didn’t see it. All he saw was the blood on his hands. Even so, she saw past it and to the man within. It wasn’t someone for him to become, no, that standard wasn’t something she could hold him to.

But she could help him find who he was - the man past the guilt and regret and shame.

Back home, Y/N was a teacher. She taught mutants of all ages and had a family to love and care for within those youthful faces that had been cast out. She knew what it was like to live for something, for someone.

It wasn’t until Bucky that she learned what it was like to have that person. The "somebody” that Logan had warned her about all those years ago.

Somebody to die for.

I’ve got nothing left to live for Got no reason yet to die But when I’m standing in the gallows I’ll be staring at the sky Because no matter where they take me Death I will survive And I will never be forgotten With you by my side

“You’re my person.”

Bucky looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. The clear confusion was evident in those bright baby blues of his, but she couldn’t bring herself to explain the meaning behind her words. When he realized she wouldn’t explain, he stroked her forehead, where skin met hair, and whispered, “What does that mean?”

She smiled, squeezing his hand before placing a gentle kiss against his knuckles. No, she didn’t need to tell him. Not yet. “You’ll figure it out, Buck.”

“Wait, why won’t you --”

The sound of footsteps outside caught both their attention. They shared a look before Y/N lifted her head off Bucky’s lap. No one bothered him out here. It was almost an unspoken rule that his only visitors be Y/N and Shuri.

So what was going on?

Bucky stood, keeping Y/N behind him as they walked out of the hut. Outside stood King T’Challa, Queen Orroro, and Princess Shuri. So many royals, so many guards, and a case that neither had seen before. Still, they didn’t need to know its contents. Bucky knew. He always knew.

Walking forward, he kept Y/N close. She calmed him in a way no one else could. As he approached, T’Challa opened the case and revealed a brand new vibranium arm.

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. Instead, she placed a calming hand on his back, lighting tracing the old scars through the course fabric. She didn’t need to look at Bucky to know what he wanted to ask.

“Where’s the fight?” His rough voice held back fear and a bitterness Y/N hadn’t heard before. She hadn’t seen Bucky as a soldier, but she was scared. What would become of her Bucky if he went back to that life?

“On its way,” T’Challa explained before looking to Y/N. “We’ll need both of you.”

She looked up, meeting his gaze. “I don’t answer to you, T’Challa.”

“Y/N. Please.” Y/N shifted her gaze to Orroro. The woman that had helped her when she had first sought help from the X-men. She owed the weather witch everything.

And knowing that, she nodded.

“Is Steve Rogers on his way,” Y/N asked, knowing Bucky would want to see his old friend.

Orroro nodded. “Him and more of his team.”

Y/N didn’t see the way Bucky looked at her. She didn’t see the pain in his eyes or the fear he hid behind a clenched jaw and tense shoulders. No, instead Bucky hid those feelings away as she turned to look at him. She couldn’t see him worry about losing her.

He was her person. Whatever that meant, he had to be strong. For her.

Cause I don’t need this life I just need...

Bucky had never seen Y/N’s powers in action. He’d heard stories, sure, seen her scars like she’d seen his, but this was different.

She was beautiful. She fought like it was a work of art.

Y/N had the power to manipulate water. She could turn it into a solid, liquid, or gas and manipulate its purpose even further.

How had he never seen this before?

Y/N used the water to lift her in the air, keeping close to the river that ran through Wakanda. She froze it, sliding around as if she were creating her own roller coaster. Slicing the water through the air, she decapitated aliens left and right as Bucky ran others down with bullets. Their abilities weren’t suitable for working alongside. One stray bullet, one alien falling at the wrong angle, and she’d fall into the mess.

But still.

She was something else.

However, both stopped and shared a look when they heard Bruce over the comms. “Guys! Guys, Vision needs backup now!”

Bucky opened his mouth to say he was on the way, but Y/N beat him to it. “I’m on it.”

She took off on the ice, knowing she was best to go. She heard the water in the background. Wherever Bruce and Vision were - a waterfall was nearby. Y/N could at least buy them some time until Steve or Wanda got there.

Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I’m lonely

The trees were difficult to maneuver around on ice. Y/N knew she needed to save what water she had access to if she was going to get to the falls. She dropped to the ground, ducking and weaving around the massive trunks until she heard the familiar sound of crunching metal.

She screeched to a stop as saw the scene taking place just over the ledge. Bruce was struggling against one of Thanos’s henchmen, a bigger brute. “Bruce?” she called before hearing a cry from behind her.

Y/N spun fast, the water from the falls moving in front of her and catching the weapon in a squishy sort of a shield. She looked up, eyes wide as she came face to face with another one of the aliens. It was tall and slim, scales covering its body with long pointed ears that reached high towards the sky. A massive tail flicked behind its back. Which alien was this? Y/N didn’t care. She didn’t need to know.

“You’ll die,” the alien promised, its voice a low hiss. If it weren’t for the promise, she would have believed the voice was almost soothing.

“Not right now,” Y/N muttered, flipping the blade with a jerk of the water. The alien spun in the air, landing with a thud. Immediately they jumped up, growling at her and sweeping the large weapon low to the ground.

The two circled each other, studying the opposite for weaknesses, for a break. “I saw your little human with the metal arm,” it hissed, tilting its head as Y/N’s shoulders tensed. She flexed her fingers, the water around her spinning faster. “His head is cloudy. Lost, isn’t he?” The alien cackled as Y/N clenched her jaw. “I’ll make him my pet, share the memory of your death with him over and over until his mind is nothing but sludge.”

Y/N knew there were some aliens with abilities similar to mutants. But telepathy? “Let’s not make this personal.”

“Death always is.” The alien grinned, fanged teeth forming a perfect row that sent a shudder down Y/N’s spine.

Y/N refused to let this...thing get the better of her. It leapt in the air, raising its weapon as if ready to strike before Y/N could move.

But Y/N? She was a mutant.

She was an X-man.

She knew how to fight.

With a flick of her wrist, the water lashed forward. It froze in midair, just in time for the ice pick to pierce through the alien’s temple. Y/N sidestepped, looking away as the alien fell to the ground and slid past her. She always hated the sight of death. Grimacing, Y/N walked away from the body and searched through the trees for any sign of Vision.

“Vis!”

The sound of Wanda’s blood curdling cry made Y/N stop dead in her tracks. The sound was heart wrenching. It made Y/N feel more sick than any number of dead bodies or any amount of food. She had to get to Wanda. She took off, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

Leaping over a massive root, Y/N landed in a crouch and her eyes widened when she saw Vision’s body on the ground. Thanos was here.

When I’m standing in the fire I will look him in the eye And I will let the devil know that I was brave enough to die And there’s no hell that he can show me That’s deeper than my pride Cause I will never be forgotten Forever I’ll fight

Y/N heard voices behind her. She turned and saw Steve face to face with Thanos. Her stomach clenched. Bucky couldn’t lose Steve. He couldn’t.

Steve grunted, teeth clenched as he tried to keep Thanos from snapping his fingers. Thanos grimaced, looking at the soldier as if he was nothing more than an insect. Pushing down, he amused himself with Steve’s struggle. This Captain America...so small. So...

Weak.

Thanos threw his arm with a force stronger than his best henchman. He sent Steve flying through trees and landing with a loud thud. Y/N stepped forward, the snap of a branch signaling her arrival to Thanos. Everyone had one goal.

Don’t let him snap his fingers.

She swept her arms, the water she had constantly running around her now rushing forward and freezing around his hand. He kept clenching his fist, flexing around the ice and cracking it. Layer after layer of frozen water appeared. Y/N repeated the process over and over, circling Thanos as he eyed her. He was studying her, she knew it. He was waiting till she ran out.

However, the sight of the clouds rolling reminded her of one particular weather witch on her side. Slowly, rain started pouring from the sky. She used the droplets to form needles. Thanos rolled his eyes. The needles were merely an annoyance.

“Enough of this.”

Thanos clenched his fist, shattering the ice once more. He went to snap his fingers, stopped when a fist of ice hit his palm. He clenched the gauntlet around the fist, eyes slowly traveling down the arm to the mutant before him. There was fear in her eyes, he could see it. But with that, a resilience, a determination similar to that he’d seen in Gamora.

The titan had studied many faces of the Avengers. He learned of them, wanted understand their strengths and weaknesses. She was not an Avenger.

Who was she?

He clenched his fist ever so slightly, letting the ice crack, but not shatter. This was a game.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N Potts.”

He cracked. She saw past that passive facade and saw genuine surprise in those piercing eyes. He’d heard of her.

“A mutant.”

“Clearly.”

“The sister of Tony Stark’s redemption.”

Thanos raised her fist, lifting her in the air. She had yet to see him kill anyone other than Vision. With Vision there was a purpose, a reason. Thanos only killed when there was a reason.

She’d get back to Bucky.

And I don’t need this life I just need Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for I just need...

“Humans. You always think you know best. That you’re better than a universe you have yet to even comprehend.”

Thanos shattered the fist, his hand clenching around her much smaller one. She cried out as she felt her bones shatter underneath his strength. Flipping her free hand, the rain formed into rushing water. A spear found its way to her hand up to her elbow, ready to swipe at his head. Thanos smirked, grabbing her upper arm and twisting to the point where it was just about to break.

“Ungh -” She clenched her jaw, seeing Steve stand out of her peripheral. She glanced his way only for a moment, the faintest smile curling her lips. Steve wasn’t dead. Bucky would be happy.

“Y/N.” Steve muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t hear it.

“Do you kill for the hell of it?” Y/N’s voice came out trembling, tears from the pain slipping down her cheeks. “Step on anything that crosses your path?” She needed to reason with him, to remind Thanos that he didn’t kill for the hell of it.

She had to try to live for Bucky.

“No, I don’t kill for the hell of it,” Thanos answered. Swinging her feet, she pressed them against his chest in an attempt to get away. He jerked her arm, the twist causing a shriek to tear from her throat. Her feet slipped. Y/N hung in the air as if she were nothing more than a rag doll. “I only kill the weak.”

Y/N moved to say more, but the words died on her lips when she saw a familiar face running up behind Steve. More tears streamed down her cheeks when she saw those piercing blue eyes, that brow furrowed in confusion.

Bucky.

“Y/N.” He said her name. She knew he did, but his voice was so low, she didn’t hear it. She saw his mouth move, saw his lips form her name, and her heart sped up. Her stomach erupted in butterflies.

Even with Thanos ready to kill her, she still had butterflies.

Steve held Bucky back. At the moment, Y/N was distracting Thanos. She was alive and keeping him from snapping his fingers. It was buying Thor time. Any sort of distraction and Thanos could and would kill her. Her injuries could be fixed. She could heal. “Buck,” he whispered, voice cracking as he stared at his friend. “Buck, she’s going to be okay. She’s going to live, I promise.” But Bucky wasn’t looking at Steve.

He was looking at Y/N.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“Is that him?” Y/N looked back to Thanos, brow furrowing in confusion. Her nose was runny from crying, her eyes red and puffy. She was in more pain than she had ever been. Normally the fights with the X-men went in her favor. It seemed the Avengers didn’t have their luck.

“What?” she asked, voice trembling.

Thanos watched, pity in his eyes. “The man you’d live for. Your redemption.”

“No. No, I wouldn’t live for him.”

Thanos furrowed his brow, confused.

“But he’s the man I’d die for.”

Thanos nodded, allowing himself to respect that. “I won’t kill you.”

Y/N smirked. “Thanks, but I can’t promise the same to you.”

Ice picks formed at her toes and she kicked up. Her foot connected with the underside of his arm, the one that held the gauntlet. He grunted as she twisted her body. The ice pick tore away from her foot, remaining lodged inside his arm. Thanos dropped her and she landed on her shattered arm. Bone piercing through her skin, she felt something tear through her side.

The smell of blood made her want to throw up.

And I don’t need this life I just need... Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I’m lonely

Steve and Bucky took off. Thanos had been playing with Y/N, enjoying someone trying so hard. Now he had all the Infinity Stones. It wasn’t a game. Bucky started shooting at Thanos as a distraction for Steve. He slid in, grabbing Thanos’s hand and keeping his fingers pried apart. He shook, body trembling once again as he used his strength against the titan. While Y/N could distract him with words, with fascinating powers and tear filled eyes, they didn’t have that luxury.

Bucky’s mind wasn’t on Thanos or the people. It was on Y/N. He slid to her side. The arm Thanos had twisted, cracked. The bone had pierced the flesh and dug into her ribcage. He wasn’t sure what was pierced, but judging by her pale complexion, her barely open eyes, Bucky felt his heart clench and contort with an onslaught of fear.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, brushing her hair back. “Y/N, stay with me. S-Stay, you gotta stay with me, doll.”

“Bucky -” Steve grunted, forcing himself to stand and push Thanos back. He only got two steps in.

“No,” Bucky growled, his voice low and rough. Thanos said he wouldn’t kill her. He said that, he practically promised it. So why - He cupped her clammy cheek in his flesh hand, stroking her temple. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

She seemed to be looked just past him, her eyes searching for something. Y/N’s lips murmured his name, so low he couldn’t even hear it. She was searching for him. “Y/N,” he whispered, lip quivering as a tear slipped down his cheek. It disappeared in his bear. “Y/N, I’m here. I’m right here.”

Bucky didn’t hear the fight going on behind him. He didn’t hear Thor’s lightning crackling through the sky. All he could hear, all he could see, was her.

“Y/N, please,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. His tears slipped from his cheeks, falling onto hers. Her breathing was shallow, faint. “Please, we can get Shuri. Come on, doll. You can do this. She - She can...Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

Faintly, he heard Thor’s voice say, “I told you...you’d die for that.”

Bucky ignored whatever was going on behind him. Instead, he listened to her breathing. His hand slipped around her back and he cradled her against his chest, soft sobs making his shoulders tremble. “Please,” he whispered, “You’re my person.”

“What did you do!?” Thor’s angered shout broke through Bucky’s pain. He looked down at Y/N, her breathing still...so shallow, so close to something he couldn’t bring her back from. “I’ll be back. I’m going to find Shuri,” he promised, standing up. He looked back, his gaze landing on Thor and Thanos through the tree line. Bucky clenched his jaw, searching through the trees.

He didn’t have time.

“Shuri!” His voice was loud, booming as he tried to find the brilliant princess. She could save Y/N. No matter how many bones were broken or how much blood was lost. Shuri could help her. “Shuri!”

But then he felt...off.

He looked down at his fingers, watching them blow away and turn to dust.

“Bucky?”

Bucky looked up, his gaze landing on Steve. But Y/N. She - “Steve?”

He stepped forward, collapsing to his knees as Steve ran towards him. He watched his oldest friend swoop in and try to catch, but it was too late.

They were too late.

Don’t go gentle into that good night Rage on against the dying light

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flowerymoonlight · 5 years

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When you told me | 1

pairing: Werewolf! Bucky x Witch! Reader

genre: fluff? crack? angst? a little bit of everything but you decide

word count: 1,334

summary: You are finally done with Natasha’s meddling. Even if the last time gets you in more trouble than all the other ones combined.

warnings: mini mention of anxiety over kids/ parenting but nothing too much its mostly just fun stuff for now, oh and tinie mention of an injury

author’s note: this is for @geosaurusrrex‘s 2k challenge thank you so much for giving me a couple more days babe!! @valkyriesryde I said witch au didn't i, also this got away from me so much blame bucky

“YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE A DOG PERSON!” You scream at Bucky laying on the floor with a hand clutching his stomach. He grunts as you pace back and forth in your living room.

“Well…” You narrow your eyes at his ridiculous attempt to deny the elephant in the room.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING WEREWOLF.” You scream at him again, thinking maybe he didn’t get the memo in his first turn. He tries to shrug one shoulder and just ends up hissing as the movement disturbs the wound under his hand.

You sigh, dropping your head and resting your hands on your hips. This is a mess you did not want to spend your Friday night cleaning. To be honest this is not how your Friday even began, hell, not even your week. It all started when Bucky walked into your life and brought all his mess with him.

--5 days earlier--

You flop down on the chair next Natasha and a heavy sigh leaves your lungs as you throw your head back. She continues to sip on her coffee and read the book in her hand. You send a half-hearted glare her way only because there is a cup of your own coffee in front of you.

“You’re late,” it leaves her mouth calm but if you know Tasha, and you do, she’s one step away from furious. And you never, ever, want to go furious with Natasha.

“Wand and Pietro made a mess again.” You sigh, twisting your hands in your hair and lifting a finger in front of Tasha before she got to say the words you’ve heard a million times. “And yes, I know that is not a good excuse but could you cut some slack on the single mom please?” Your voice cracks at the end, not even you, knowing how much you’ve been holding onto till you had someone you could really talk to about this.

“Hey, you’re doing great and I’m really proud of you for doing this for them you know that right?” Natasha had abandoned her book to place her hand on your forearm and squeeze reassuringly. You breathed out and closed your eyes trying to focus on Nat’s touch to ground you so your anxiety can’t get the better of you again.

You always did get a little emotional when the talk went towards your adoptive children. Well, technically, maybe they weren’t exactly your adoptive children – legally. But you loved them all the same and the day that Pietro called you mom you cried for an hour before bed.

Yes, technically they were only staying with you for three years now but they were family the moment you knew they were like you and Tasha. Not that the society hasn’t come a long way from burning people but witches weren’t exactly safe just walking around on the street.

Especially when they couldn’t control their powers. So, that’s what you’ve been doing for the kids. You’ve been helping them both get ahold of their powers, and control them instead of the other way around, ever since they were almost caught.

Likely you were there to save the day and the rest is history.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Tash you’re the only one I can really talk to about this.” You open your eyes and she gently smiles at you and takes the book back in her hands to bookmark her page.

“You could have someone–”

“For the last time Tasha! I don’t need you to set me up with anyone!” You yell, maybe a little too loudly for a public cafe but Natasha has been trying to rule your love life since you practically met her and you have already endured nine years of this and it is most certainly enough.

“But listen! He’s really nice and the second I met him I thought that you two would hit it off beautifully.” She insists and you slump back in your seat. “Look, you don’t have to date him. I’m sure you two can be really good friends even if my meddling doesn’t work my way.” She tries to negotiate and you have to admit you find her offer rather tempting. But it definitely sounds too good to be true for Tasha.

“Fine,” you grumble, already half of you regretting the decision to listen to her.

“Great!” She exclaims with a smile and that is the most excited you’ve seen Nat since that Christmas that Clint gifted her combat knives. Sure, she’s a witch but she’s really good with her hands in extreme situations.

She puts the book she was reading back in her bag and before you can ask her anything else about this mystery guy someone plops down on the seat right across from you. You’re about to tell whoever that is off but Nat puts her hand on your forearm and explains.

“This is Bucky. He’s the friend I was telling you about.” You gape at her and her audacity to bring him here when you were totally unprepared. “Be nice.” She fixes you with a glare before getting her bag and walking away while you stare at her back getting further and further away.

“She sure is something, isn’t she?” You turn back around to stare at Bucky at the sound of his voice, which you will not acknowledge at this moment in time is probably the best thing you’ve ever heard, and try to find something in your head to say back to the gorgeous smile on your face.

He must be the nicest person you’ve ever met too because he chuckles and takes a sip of his coffee before elaborating. “Natasha told me that she was planning a sort of blind date for us and that she would totally tell you in advance. I guess it’s on me that she didn’t specify how much in advance she actually told you.”

You gape at him some more because first – you can’t believe this gorgeous man is taking the fault for Natasha’s wicked sense of humor and second – no man should never be allowed to be as pretty as he is, it’s just not fair. He must take your silence as a bad thing because the next thing you know he’s blushing and stumbling over his words.

“I’m sorry, this must’ve caught you totally off guard. I should go and let you get back to your day.”

Your hand reaches out before you could stop it and you grab his hand over the table as he goes to get up. “No!” You say maybe a little more worried than would be socially acceptable to a complete stranger but Bucy sits back down so it’s half a win right?

“You’re already here and Nat probably paid for my coffee before I got here because she knows I hate that. So..., we could just stay and have coffee. If you want.” You got a little shy towards the end there but Bucky smiles all big back at you, with teeth and everything ugh, as he settles back down in his chair and that is definitely a win.

“So, why do you like paying for coffee so much?” You smile before taking a sip from your cup.

Turns out Bucky isn’t half terrible – but you already knew that from his face so was it really a surprise? A coffee, lunch and frozen yogurt later you are only barely containing the tears that threaten to spill from your intense laughter.

You hadn’t laughed like that since a time that you rather not remember so having this with Bucky really gave your soul a break.

“Okay, okay,” you say, totally serious, standing in front of him and blocking his path. “Now for the most important question of the day ladies and gentlemen,” you announce as serious as you can without letting your laughter spill into the words – it doesn’t really work but Bucky will never call you out on it.

“Dogs or cats?”

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