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BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his colleagues shut up. Now, he just feels sorry for the poor woman that has to spend an entire evening with him. He really tries to make it work, though, because he actually enjoys her company.

a/n: This was a request by the lovely @alana-32. Hopefully, it meets your expectations 💙 I haven’t written pure fluff in a hot minute but this was fun!

word count: 2.9k

warnings: nervous and wholesome Bucky, super fluffy, just a really beautiful bond unfolding 

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

You should get out more, Bucky. Meet people and make friends, Bucky. You need to get laid, Bucky.

Sam’s words echoed through Bucky’s head as he pushed open the door of the restaurant. The warm air welcomed him and the little bell at the entrance rattled when he entered. He didn’t know how it exactly happened, but all of a sudden Clint had pitched into the conversation and urged him to meet his cousin. And Bucky had agreed. Well, the desperate attempt to make them shut up backfired. Big time.

He didn’t want to date. Apart from the fact that he didn’t wish himself on anybody, he didn’t think he could handle a relationship like that. Hell, Bucky barely realized how he made friends in the past year, so how the hell was he supposed to date? He hadn't done it in ages. It was probably different now than it was 80 years ago. 

The waiter looked at him with wide eyes - fear visible on his face - when he entered and chose a quiet place in the corner, though the whole restaurant was fairly empty. What would he even talk about? His hand started to sweat. This had been a bad idea. A really stupid bad idea. His eyes swerved to the door and then back to the waiter standing behind a small bar. Was it too late to back out? 

But then the bell above the entrance chimed again and he knew that he had missed his chance. 

“Hello.” You smiled at him, clutching your bag with nervous fingers. “Are you James Barnes?”

Bucky scrambled to stand up and held out his hand to you with a tight smile. He nodded and gestured for you to take a seat after you told him your name. 

He could do this, he thought. Especially because you seemed just as nervous. The first thing you two had in common, right?

“I’m really sorry, this is kind of awkward.” You looked down at your hands beneath the table with hesitance. “I... uhm... I haven’t done this in a while,” you confessed with genuine eyes. And Bucky could see a hint of comfort washing through your face. 

“I doubt your last date is as long ago as mine, doll. You’ll probably do a lot better than me.”

A small laugh pressed past your lips and Bucky’s heart warmed at the sound. It felt good to make you laugh. He wanted to do it again.

“Let’s rush through the basics then so we can get to the interesting bits. I think that first half hour is what makes these things so awkward.” Your mouth spread into a grin as you straightened up.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky nodded. 

“Well, you already know my name... I work in a small bookshop in Brooklyn, I am an only child but never wanted to be. I love dogs, cats, ducks - all the animals, really, but I don’t have any pets because my landlord doesn’t allow them. Well... I have fish - I had to settle for fish because they're quiet. But that’s their problem, you know? They’re quiet and you can’t play with them or pet them.” You shrugged. “Uhm... I like to read - I do that a lot, and I think that’s it.” Your speech ended with a bright smile and Bucky couldn’t help his own from spreading. 

“My turn?”

“Yes.”

“Okay...” He straightened ups as well, a little giddy about the situation now. Normally, Bucky wouldn’t react this way to something he didn't like, but he wanted to try it this time. You were just so sweet and he didn't want to ruin the date... for you. “My friends call me Bucky, I grew up in Brooklyn, I have a sister... had a sister. And I think I’m more of a cat person - if I had to choose. I don’t have any pets. I work a lot, I guess it keeps me distracted. And... I feel like my back story doesn’t need to be explained, you probably know all about it.” He didn’t give you much, Bucky knew that. But those were the things he could say easily and really, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to most of it.

“Bucky... I like it. What’s it short for?”

“Buchanan. ’s my middle name.”

“Like the President?”

“Yup.”

“Hm... I guess that’s kinda cool.”

“I guess.”

"Can I call you Bucky?"

He felt weirdly content with you saying his name. "If you want." There was no regret in his decision as he watched your face scrunch in excitement.

The shallow topics went on for a while, and Bucky was surprised to see that talking to you was easy. He didn’t worry about what you thought, because you reacted to his replies with intrigue and adoration. He felt heard. And he had to admit that he actually enjoyed the little meeting his teammate had set up so far. He learned a bunch of stuff about you. And he picked up on little quirks you had and he celebrated every new one he noticed. Like the way your nose slightly crunched when you didn't believe him, or how your finger grazed over the table when you talked about something you really liked - back and forth. It was comforting to be in your presence.

Bucky leaned back in his booth as he emptied his beer, watching as you ordered another drink for yourself. He found himself smiling into the bottle when the waiter agreed to add an extra peppermint leave, making you bite back a bright smile. The waiter smiled as well, a lot less tense than he had been before you had arrived and it fascinated Bucky how contagious your good mood was. Then you turned your attention back to Bucky and he had to regain his composure. His arm slipped from the back of the booth and fell to his side as he waited for you to talk again. 

“Okay, real talk, now - and I need you to answer this question honestly.” Your fingers pressed on the table like he’d seen important politicians do and Bucky had to hide a smile. 

“Hit me with it.”

“If you could be a mix of any two animals, which combination would you choose?”

Bucky was baffled for a second. He had expected everything but this. And then - out of the blue - he laughed. A real can’t-hold-back-the-snort-if-I-tried-laugh and it felt so unbelievably good, it scared him a bit.

You gasped appalled, but the small smirk behind your hand couldn’t be hidden. “This is serious, Bucky. It says a lot about you.”

“Really, how?”

“Well, for example, I would choose an elephumblebee because it would look freaking adorable. A tiny elephant with wings and a furry butt, are you kidding me? Why the government hasn’t made that happen yet is truly beyond me.”

Bucky got it, then. It really did say a lot about you. You were fun and cute and he could imagine a little clumsy at times - just like he would imagine an elephumblebee. And even though it still felt foreign to him to engage in a silly activity like this, with you, it was fun - and he wanted to. So he thought really hard, his eyes focusing on the wall behind you and you waited patiently and ordered another beer for him. 

Who would have thought that James Bucky Barnes would ever sit in a restaurant and think about how ridiculous a dog with a giraffe’s head would look? Certainly not Bucky. But it was almost comforting to do so.

“Alright, I think I got it.” You just nodded in anticipation. “I think I would be a spider-wolf... a spi- a spolf.” Bucky was satisfied with his answer: A lone wolf and someone people didn’t really like - pretty accurate if you’d asked him. 

You just watched him with a tilted head for a while and Bucky felt a little uncomfortable with his answer now. Had he said the wrong thing? 

“What?” Your lips just pursed in response. 

“Nothing, nothing..,” you trailed off and Bucky couldn’t stop staring at your lips. “I was just thinking, you know - I think I’ve never seen a real wolf before. It’s not on my bucket list or anything and I heard they are so much bigger than you think, but like... have you?”

“I actually have. In the wild - amazing animals and yeah, bigger than a dog, that’s for sure.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “Wow, that must have been such a unique experience.”

Bucky smiled sadly, nodding. “To be honest, I didn’t really realize it when it happened. I couldn’t appreciate it the way you would.”

“Oh well, still. It’s awesome. The most extraordinary animal I have ever seen in ‘the wild’ was a raccoon. There’s not a lot of wildlife potential when you never leave the city.” You shrugged as you pressed your lips in a straight line, but Bucky chuckled.

“Not much of the vacation kind?”

“It’s not that...” You paused and sighed. “I just love the bookstore too much. There is this one lady. She comes in every Thursday at exactly the same time and she just sits and reads and she has the most amazing stories to tell. And then there is the little stray cat that comes by every day and we have a little cuddle session. Oh, and I can’t forget about the quiet tatted college kid that secretly reads romance novels in the back isles for hours on end. I would miss them too much...”

Bucky just sat and listened to you ramble on and on about all the individuals you were so attached to, even if they didn’t know. And he was reminded yet again how much he enjoyed this initially dreaded evening. It didn't feel forced and you were so authentic and kind. Bucky was relaxing with every second he spend in the cozy little restaurant with you. He was sure that he could spend a whole day here with you, without getting bored.

He leaned forward as he watched the corners of your mouth tug up and your eyes sparkle with joy while you talked about the bookstore. And he couldn’t help but ask himself how he ended up here. How had he gotten a date with the most caring person in the world - no, really, what were the odds of that happening to him? But the most present thought swarming his mind was: How is a woman like you still single? 

You suddenly stopped taking and Bucky was catapulted back to reality. You looked at him with wide eyes for the fraction of a second and then they softened and your gaze averted to the table. Had he just said that out loud?! Bucky didn’t know what to do. He was frozen to the booth, his hands tightening around the bottle and he held his breath - didn’t dare breathe until you gave him a new reaction.

After a beat, you sighed and looked him in the eyes apologetically. “I... I don’t know.” Your hand moved over the table and nervously began picking on the toothpicks in the glass jar. “I guess, I don’t seem to be the taste of most men around here. I don’t like wild parties and spending my weekends wasting away with a hangover.”

Bucky felt himself cringing at how uncomfortable he had made you. You clearly were embarrassed talking about this, but he would let you talk - or chose not to anymore. Either way, he would respect your decision.

“I... uh... I just haven’t had any luck so far. When I talk about my interests, everyone’s eyes just glaze over and then I never see them again. They think I’m boring, but that’s... I like concerts and dancing... I just don’t need the whole-” Your hands flailed in front of your face before you sunk back into your seat. 

“You’re not boring, doll. I completely understand what you’re saying. I don’t need all that-” now his hand flailed in the air, “either.” Which made you break a smile that got brighter when he returned it. And Bucky felt a little pride swell in his chest when he watched your mood lift again. 

“Can I ask you something?” You suddenly said and Bucky felt a little nervous at the piercing stare you gave him.

“Uh... sure.”

You bit your lip before finally speaking again. “You don’t really strike me as the social type, either.”

Bucky waited for you to continue, but you seemed in thought all of a sudden. “That’s not a question.”

You laughed nervously. “Right. I guess my question is... well, why did you agree to this evening? Clint didn’t really make it seem as if there was a lot of convincing involved.”

Bucky already facepalmed himself mentally for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t want to lie to you - it didn’t feel right. No, you deserved the truth - especially after you had answered his stupid question earlier so honestly.

“To be completely honest, I didn’t know how else to make my friends- uh...shut up. But I don’t regret coming here if that’s what you’re getting at.” He rushed that last part when he saw your face sadden. “I don’t get out too often, that’s true. Which doesn’t mean that I don’t want to... I just don’t know how to do this very well - talking to people. Usually, I get weird stares or fearful glances.”

Your eyes gleamed with something unintelligible before you leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table. “I don’t know how anyone could be scared of you, Bucky.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say, doll. But I don’t blame them, I would probably react the same if I weren’t... me.” His eyebrows furrowed with the last word and he could see a shiver of sadness wash over you.

“I think you’re pretty great,” you offered with an encouraging tap on his hand and Bucky felt his stomach churn.

A short silence overtook you and Bucky tried to keep his composure. The mood had shifted slightly, not uncomfortably, no - but just enough to leave his mind free from any topics he could talk about. Which usually wasn’t a problem, but he wanted to talk to you - tell you more and get told more. Which was why he was extra grateful for your breaking the silence after a couple seconds.

“So... I guess we can check off the heavy stuff as well?”

“Seems so,” he chuckled, holding on to the little feeling of relief you had sparked in his chest.

For the next hour, you actually got Bucky to open up a little more. He hadn’t even realized you were the one talking most of the time because he enjoyed listening to you so much. He came to realize, however, that it wasn’t so bad to talk about himself. He liked the way your eyes lit up at his stories about Clint, or the occasional ‘what, really?’ you threw into his anecdotes, making him feel important.

After another 30 minutes, you had made it outside. And as Bucky stood outside the restaurant door, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, helooked at you with an honest smile, while you adjusted your mittens.

“Thank you for giving this a chance, Bucky. I had a lot of fun tonight.” Your words built puffy white clouds in the air, but other than those, the butterflies in his stomach didn’t dissipate.

“I did, too,” he confessed, realizing for the fourth time today, that this was really true. “We should do this again.”

You bit your lips as your shoulders jerked with reluctance, but before you turned fully, you stepped towards Bucky and hugged him tightly. “Definitely.” 

The cold weather seemed a lot more bearable all of a sudden. Bucky caged you to his chest with his arms and pressed his smile into the crook of your neck while an excited shiver ran through him. He felt incredible, safe, content, and he realized how much he had missed hugs - real, affectionate hugs.

“And you’re not a spolf,” you mumbled into his ear, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re a curtle - a cat-turtle. Because you have a hard shell and you don’t trust very easily, which might make people feel like you don’t care. But you do - you’re just a little misunderstood.” You pulled back with a sad smile and Bucky felt his hands tighten around you as he stiffened. Though despite the surprise, his lips split into a bright smile.

He gazed into your eyes for a little longer before he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, making a giddy smile appear on your lips. “Thank you, doll.” 

And then, with a final wave ‘good night’ you turned and walked down the street. Bucky watched until you rounded the corner, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face.

**Bonus:

“So... how was the date?” Sam teased as Bucky entered the main area of the compound. But his friend just wanted to go to his room and revel in the serenity, you had brought him, a little longer.

“That’s none of your business, punk,” Bucky grumbled, passing the sofa. 

“Why, did you more-than-kiss her goodbye?”

Bucky stopped in his tracks and turned with an annoyed expression, but not even he could hide the blush on his cheeks from deepening at the thought of actually kissing you. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Oh! Wait? Did you really?!”

“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky wanted to deny it for your sake, but he liked the thought of it too much. So he swiftly decided to simply not spill in front of his friends and your cousin. 

“Holy shit.” He heard Clint chuckle while he made a beeline to his room, missing how the two avengers exchanged a $10 bill behind him.

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Perhaps a dance?

Bucky x GN!reader

Summary: Reader owns an amazing bakery near avengers tower When Tony Stark's assistant calls in a large order for a party celebration hosted by the man himself. As you bring in the sweets and pastries you meet a handsome man with a metal arm, he seems to take a liking to you. 

Word count: 2215

Warnings: None

No pronouns used for Reader

You owned a beautiful bakery in the heart of New York, called ‘Cupcake Corner”  -it's risky being so close to the infamous avengers tower- but worth it, each time a smiling customer bit into a cake, pie, cookie, cupcake or muffin. 

 You looked down at the large order you finished writing

 “Just to double check it all, you wanted 7 dozen cookies, 10 dozen cupcakes, 2 three-tier cakes, 2 apple pies, 3 cheesecakes, 2 blueberry pies and 3 tins of cinnamon rolls. Yes?”

“Correct, all delivered to avengers tower on August 5th, at 8pm sharp. I will send half the money now, and you will receive the rest day of delivery” Mr.Starks assistant, Stacey replied “also you are welcome to stay for a few drinks, courteous of Mr.Stark”

“Oh my, thank you! I will have that all ready for you! Thank you very much” Smiling happily as you continued to prep for the day. Humming as you hung up and turned to your assistant Jack “holy shit! The avengers want our baked goods for a party Jack! Can you believe it! AND we get to go to an Avengers party!”

“That is great boss! It’ll be great for business, how long do we have to prep it?” Jack asks as he pops some cookies and muffins in the oven. Smiling, you skip over to the counter, organising the day's treats. “We have exactly a week to do it. I’ll do the cakes, Stark wants it decorated with iron man colours” You roll your eyes at Stark's famous ego.

“Well, let's get this day on with, hungry, paying customers are waiting outside jack!” You announce, happily moving towards the door as Jack finishes stocking the counter.

Walking into the bakery on August 5th you were filled with excitement and nerves. Shaking out those nerves you grabbed the pink and blue boxes with your logo, you packed up the cookies, and cupcakes, both decorated with iron man colours, and the avengers logo. 

“Hey Boss! Wonderful day huh?! Can't wait to see the avengers tower” Jack happily sang as he entered the large kitchen, filled with any baker's dream equipment and ingredients. 

“Jack! Right on time, grab the cakes for me please?” You asked, peering over at him as you busied yourself with grabbing the fresh baked goods for Jack to serve.

“Okay.. lets load this into the car, then we can head over to the tower” you say as you grab 3 of the boxes and walk out the door with Jack following close behind.

Placing the boxes in your little Volkswagen Beetle, you smile happily, close the door and turn to Jack “well I better get going, don’t wanna be late! Do I look alright?” You peer down at your outfit (fem  masc) and look back up at Jack “yeah! You look great as always, boss. You better get going before you’re late” 

You finally arrive at the tall, towering skyscraper topped with its iconic ‘A.’ 

You enter into the lobby, carefully carrying the first two boxes, you step up to the secretary beside a tall brunette man, with wide muscular shoulders and biceps that bulge and stretch his short sleeve shirt, You minutely shake your head to clear the unprofessional thoughts from your head. The mystery man’s head turns to you as you walk up to the desk.

“Hello, My name is Y/N. I am delivering the order from Cupcake Corner” You beamed as you placed the boxes down “I have more boxes I may need help bringing up ma’am” 

The secretary smiles, nods and picks up her phone “Mr.Stark, dessert is here. The owner will bring the boxes up, yes sir” 

As the secretary talks, the mysterious brunet smiles at you “I can help you bring the boxes up. I'm heading to the party as well” Turning, you look up and make eye contact, momentarily stunned as his sharp, blue eyes seem to peer into your soul. You will never admit that you don't want him to stop.

“Oh! I would appreciate it sir! I can show you my car in just a second” You breathed, as you kept eye contact with the tall adonis of a man.

“Bucky, please. Call me Bucky, doll. No need for fancy words like sir” ‘Bucky’ smirks at you. Nodding quickly with a blush you turn back to the secretary who has a sweet, almost knowing smile on her face “You can use the elevator to take the boxes up floor 50, Mr.Stark will be waiting for you there miss”

Nodding, you gesture for Bucky to follow you out to the car. “Just in here” You pop open the trunk, letting him grab out the two tall boxes that hold the perfectly designed cakes. “Careful! Don't drop them” you gasp and want to reach out, being defensive of your designs.

Chuckling he smiles down at you “Dont worry doll, I got it. I’ll be very careful, lead the way” 

Sighing awkwardly, you close the trunk, pick back up your boxes and walk into the lobby, and to the elevator. “Thank you, I appreciate it really. I hate carrying this many boxes up and down elevators” You smile at him gratefully 

“Not a problem, I like helping out when I can” He assured “So, are you staying for the party? You certainly look dressed for one” You aren't sure, but you swear his eyes look you up and down appreciatively. 

“Oh- uh yea! I am. Stark invited me to stay for a bit… so I dressed up” chucking softly as you both step out of the elevator to see Tony Stark standing by a long table, with a few other people milling about the room, setting up other kinds of food, and snacks.

“Ah! There you are, come in. You can set up here” Tony gestures to the empty table he is leaning on “Ah- you brought a stray, hey terminator” Chuckling he pats Bucky’s left shoulder as he passes him towards the other side of the room

“Thank you Mr.Stark!” you call out as you and Bucky set the first of the boxes down “okay.. There are only a few more boxes so you are welcome to go about your business. I can handle the rest Bucky, but thank you again” 

Chuckling bucky bumps your shoulder with his “nonsense, i'll help you bring the rest up. Lets go” He nods and gestures towards the elevator. 

While you both got the last few boxes up to the party room, you and Bucky made small talk, mainly he asked about your bakery. What you sell, where it is, how much you sell, opening times, etc.

“Well, I enjoyed this doll” Bucky smiled at you, placing the boxes he held down on the table, “I gotta go get ready, but i’ll see you at the party? Perhaps for a drink?” He probed, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yea.. it was nice to talk to you. I do hope to see you at the party Bucky” Smiling up at him, you wave a quick goodbye as you watch him leave. Squealing internally at getting the attention of a handsome avenger like Bucky.

You quickly shake your head, reminding you that you’re working and need to remain professional while setting up, you turn to start unboxing and setting up your sweet treats.

After a few minutes Mr.Stark announces that party guests will begin to arrive soon, and that we are each welcome to stay, mingle, and drink. 

Pulling out your phone you check your hair and outfit to make sure you look presentable. Doors opening and elevators dinging pull you out of your thoughts as well dressed, gorgeous people walk into the room.

Your breath hitches as you see Bucky Barnes walk in wearing a gorgeous all black suit that stretches and fits his muscles perfectly. You clear your throat as you see him walking towards you. “Hey doll! This is Steve and Natasha. And this is Y/N the baker I told you about” Smiling as he looks at you.

“Oh my. Hello! It's so nice to meet you both, truely!” You cough slightly to focus your mind on the conversation, and not on the fact that the Bucky barnes talked about you to his avenger friends. 

Natasha walks forward and gives you a gentle hug “Hello, it's nice to meet you. Love the outfit” winking she grabs one of your cookies and bites into it, humming sweetly at the taste “delicious, might just have to steal dessert before dinner hmm?” You blush deeply at the praise, smiling at them, as both Steve and Bucky grab a cookie as well.

“Damn doll, this is amazing! Gonna have to come visit your bakery” Bucky smiles at you, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. 

“They are right, it’s very good” Steve nodded as he bit into his cookie. “Tony picked a great bakery”

Laughing sweetly, wanting to hide your blushing face. “Thank you..”

Natasha and Steve get dragged away by some agent or other person. Leaving you and Bucky alone beside the table. “So, how about that drink I promised you?” Bucky offers out his arm to guide you both towards the loaded bar.

“Such a gentleman, I would love a drink” smiling happily, you link arms with the broad man. “I’ll have a vodka tonic” you tell the bartender

“And I will have a whisky” Bucky’s smooth deep voice distracts you. You look over at him, smiling and admire his side profile. 

He turns to look at you “what? Do I have something on my face already?” He teases, running his hand across the light stubble that decorates his sharp jawline.

“No, sorry… didn't mean to stare” You say, awkwardly looking away from his face. Not meaning to make him uncomfortable.

“It’s alright, I mean only if I can admire you back, doll~” He reassures, moving forward just a bit, testing the waters to see how you respond. “Or perhaps a dance?”

You gape “a dance? With me, really?” looking up at him, seeing him already watching you “of course, I mean I would love to!”

Bucky smiles broadly “perfect, lets finish our drinks first. I already see those punks watching us” Chuckling he looks over to see, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony indiscreetly looking over at you and Bucky. 

“Oh my- they are” you say, flustered “oh gosh”

Bucky chuckles gently, passing you your drink “don't worry, we don’t have to go over. But I assure you they are very nice” 

As you both grab your drinks, Bucky guides you two towards the group of avengers, settled on a set of couches. “You punks gonna keep staring?” Bucky teases as he smacks Steve on the back of the head.

“We weren't staring! Just amazed that the grumpy tin-man is actually smiling and talking to someone!” Sam teases as he holds his hand out to shake “I’m Sam Wilson by the way”

Bucky and you settle on the empty loveseat, talking and joking amongst the famous avengers. You anticipated feeling outcasted, left out, and awkward. But the group is very kind and welcoming, you still feel awkward and anxious, although that's normal everyday you.

You are pulled from your thoughts by Sam calling your name “you wanna hear a fun story about tin-man there?” Smirking, you quickly nod, much to Bucky’s embarrassment and displeasure.

“This grumpy old man once tried to bake. It did not turn out well” Sam laughs along with each of the other avengers, while Bucky groans loudly as he remembers that moment.

“It was late, and he tried to bake a cake for everyone as a thank you. We entered the kitchen to burning cake, that was literally ON fire, and a panicking bucky running around the kitchen” 

You laugh loudly, turning to look at bucky seeing blush appear on his face.

“I think it’s time for that dance you promised me doll” Bucky quickly stands up, offering out a hand for you to take. Smirking you take his hand “perhaps I just need to teach you to bake?”

As you both walk away, you hear the laugh of the avengers. “Ha ha- hilarious! Real funny punks” Bucky grumbles as he guides you towards the dance floor, filled with bodies moving and grinding to the beat of the song. 

“Sorry Bucky.. It was fairly funny though” you assure him, turning to face him.

“It’s alright doll, I’ve accepted I'm not a baker. Trust me, I haven’t tried since that incident” 

The music suddenly changes to a slower love song, and when you look at the DJ you see Tony Stark standing beside the DJ and smirking at you and Bucky.

“I guess that's my cue” Bucky grins at you, pulling you closer “Shall we dance now doll?”

Thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic I've written and posted. Constructive criticism is welcome <3

Walk along

Summary: Bucky meets a little girl on the abandoned street. It turns that she got lost. At the beginning Barnes intends to get past this situation, but finally he decides to help her.

Warnings: none

Words: 1802

Request by: @mdylik

Author: Cass & Beast 

The road lay before them like a tarmac ribbon. A white line ran down the center, relatively unbroken compared to the scarred and potholed concrete.

Bucky walked down this abandoned street keeping his hands deep in his bomber jacket's pockets.

The wind was howling like some horror movie opener, so Barnes squinted. "Fucking weather," he hummed deeply under his breath. His hair was whipping so violently about his face he could barely see at all.

It was when he noticed something with a corner of his eye.

Little girl wandered the street, she wasn't homeless for sure. Girl was dressed in a pink coat and hat with cat ears.

It looked like she was looking for something, the girl only shivered because of the wind and walked pass Bucky. She looked at him and smiled, stopping for a second. "Good evening, sir."

He didn't intend to answer, yet it wasn't a usual thing to see anyone around that abandoned street. The neighborhood wasn't too pleasant, especially for a little girl.

Barnes stopped also and looked at her above his shoulder. "Hi. What are ya doing here, girl?," he asked casually.

Girl was quiet for a moment. "I am looking for my mommy, sir," she explained, swinging on her feet and pulling her hat more on.

The man looked rather scary for her, so she took one little step back. Mom told her many times to not talk to strangers, but she also told her to be nice for other people.

He rubbed over his chin, his glance was still down on her. "You got lost?," Bucky threw a single question, turning fully to her. "It's not a safe place. Where are your parents? Where do you live?"

Girl nodded slowly. "Yes. I don't know where my mommy is. I thought I will find the way home but I didn't, sir."

She looked up and smiled at him. "You have a nice big blue eyes, sir!," girl giggled excitedly.

Bucky crouched in front of her, he tilted his head a bit. "Do you remember the address?," Barnes asked. "If yes, I can walk you up to the house," he offered slightly.

He was thinking for a longer second, only to ask another question. "What's your name, little one?"

The girl frowned softly, not too pleased with lack of answer from Bucky. "I don't, sir. All I know is that my home is somewhere near a really biiiig tower!," she jumped happily. "My name is Carolyn, sir. What's your?"

"I like your name," Bucky smiled, however he didn't intend to do so. "My name is James, James Barnes," he pulled his flesh hand out of his pocket and reached it to her.

Girl giggled. "Hello, James, James Barnes! You have a very funny name," she said, grabbing his hand. "But... I can't go with you," girl said quietly. "My feet hurts. Are you strong enough to carry me?"

Before he thought, Bucky let out a deep, loud laugh.

Oh, she was so cute.

Her hair was as waves of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; few of a long locks peeked from under her hat.

Bucky knew he had some things to do, but he couldn't refuse to help that kid.

He rubbed his chin, humming loudly as he pretended he was considering every concern, but finally he nodded. "I think I can give it a try."

Girl squeeked loudly when he picked her up. "Wow! James, James Barnes, you are sooo strong!," she chuckled.

Girl pushed her hair back under her hat. Right now she had no other choice but to trust this stranger or rather a new friend. Even if he was big and scary, he couldn't be a bad guy.

Carolyn relaxed in his arms and sighed softly, putting her head on his shoulder. Some part of his arm felt weird, girl poked it and looked at him, being slightly confused because of what she felt there.

Bucky played along and cocked his brow. "What? Is anything wrong?," he kindly inquired.

He improved the grip around her little waist, he didn't want to let her fall.

"Why do you have a hard arm?," girl asked innocently and poked his shoulder again, then poked rest o his arm to check if she was right.

"Can you keep a secret, little one?," he questioned, making a conspiracy voice, lowering his tone as he glared at her.

Girl blinked and nodded. "Yes, I can, James, James Barnes," she smiled at him to confirm that she was telling the truth.

Bucky nodded in respond before he spoke his mind up. "I'm the member of Avengers team," man explained simply as he was walking down the street with girl in his arm. "So you can be sure you're safe with me, little one," he playfully poked her little, rosy cheek, showing his perfect teeth in a wide smile. "So. Where shall we go now?"

Bucky stopped at a crossroads, he put girl down, looking around.

Girl gasped loudly. "You are the Winter Solder! You are my favorite Avenger!," Carolyn squeaked again with a huge smile on her face. "You are big, strong and good! You are the best! And you are Cap's buddy!," she said excitedly, waving her hands, and then she looked around with Bucky. "Maybe let's go there," Carolyn pointed into the direction of city center. "My house is close to a big tower, I think it has an A letter on the top."

Bucky facepalmed and sighed, grinning. "I didn't get about what tower you were talking about," he summed up, spreading his arms in a powerless gesture. "Sorry, my bad."

Bucky put his flesh hand back to pocket and offered girl his metal hand to hold. "You seem to know a lot about Avengers," he said as they started walking along the sidewalk.

She gladly took his big, metal hand into her tiny palm. Carolyn looked at him and smiled brightly.

She was just a child and didn't see anything bad in Bucky's metal arm. Such a small kid still had enough of innocence to accept him just the way he was.

"I like your metal arm," Carolyn hummed, trying to play with his fingers.

"Thanks," Bucky chuckled. "Who do you like besides me, hmmm?," bearded man asked, looking down at girl.

"I like Falcon! He has a cool wings, I also like Black Widow! She is pretty like my mommy. Also, Ant-man is cool! He is funny just like my dad," she took a deep breath to continue. "Spider-boy is so nice! I saw him once when I went shopping with mommy! He was swinging between the building and Mr. Stark was there with him, too! But I don't like the big green man... He's scary and the bowman is weird, why you keep him when he doesn't have superpowers?," Girl asked and looked up at Bucky, a questioning glance on her face.

Bucky, who was cut off by her monologue, couldn't do nothing more but smile innocently. "I would have to ask Cap about this, and Stark also. They're kinda a root of the team, so every decision that is made is considered mostly by them," he said openly. "You know, thanks for reminding me how old I am, in my time girls didn't pay attention to heroes, instead they preferred to play with dolls, but as I see, a lot has changed irretrievably," Bucky smiled with a joy in his eyes.

Bucky watched his feet take steps across the paving blocks, his dusty canvas sneakers next to the shined pointed-toe leather shoes of the girl walking next to him.

He didn't know why, but it was one of the rare moments when he was feeling truly happy.

"I have dolls!," she protested. "But I also have plush toys, I have action figurines! I even have you, I even have a t-shirt with Cap, mom bought me one on my birthday, I wear it as often as I only can, even if other girls laugh at me because of it. I don't care," she shrugged. "I love to watch the news with my parents because they always talk about heroes and what they did. I really love to draw, you know? I have this BIG art case! I have everything there!"

Carolyn talked like this by the whole way, she wanted Bucky to know as much as possible.

She stopped suddenly, unsure where to go when she finally spotted her house, surrounded by police cars.

"Do you think that something happened?," girl asked looking at Bucky with fear in her eyes.

"I guess I do," he said firmly. "I bet your parents were scared about you, so apparently they've called cops," Bucky explained, leading girl to the nearest police car. "Hey, excuse me, I found her roaming among the surroundings nearby."

Before policeman could say anything, a woman ran up to them. "Carolyn! My babygirl! Where were you?! We were so worried!," woman said and a man joined her.

Carolyn hugged to woman tightly. "I am okay, mommy! I was safe, Bucky helped me! You see?! He is the Avenger!"

Woman blinked and looked at Bucky. "Oh, really?"

He only smiled, nodding. "The most important is that she's safe and sound," he summed up.

Man grabbed Bucky's hand to shake it. "Thank you! Thank you so much! She ran after the kitten and didn't listen when we called her," he said.

Girl blushed and hugged to her mother. "Can Bucky visit us sometimes, daddy? He found me after all."

Man nodded, looking at his daughter, than at Bucky. "Of course he can, he found our little girl."

"I'm sorry, but most likely I'll be busy with fighting bad guys," Bucky smiled at girl and petted her cheek. "Next time listen to your mom and dad, kay? You're a big girl, you have to listen to your parents. If not, and trust me, I'll know about this," Bucky winked at Carolyn's dad, "I'll send Hulk himself to you. And trust me, he's not as nice as I am."

Girl frowned when she heard his answer. "You know what! When I grow up I will be just like you, I will be big and strong like you or Cap, and I will fight bad guys just like you do!," Carolyn said happily.

Bucky cocked his brow and smirked at her. "If you would be a boy, you would be my pal already, hehehe," he stated.

Shortly after he greeted girl's parents and walked off.

Soon he was heading back to the Avengers Tower, this time alone. But this time he didn't feel lonely at all. Somewhere there still was a little human being for whom he already was a true hero, role model, but most of all, a friend.

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