2 for penny and bucky 🥺
2. “We made too many cookies.”
I threw Sam in there too :)
Penny wrapped the box in a ribbon, tying a neat bow on top. Inside the box were almost two dozen cookies, all decorated to look like reindeer and Santa and little presents like the one she was tying a bow around. She wasn’t sure where she’d gotten the idea. She would be going to Mr. Stark’s lakehouse in a few days, and she’d need to make more cookies for him and Pepper and Morgan, along with the other gifts she’d gotten them…but she’d seen the news. Bucky and Sam had just gotten back from their first international mission as a team…and it hadn’t gone all that well. Since Mr. Stark had retired Iron Man and Steve had made the puzzling decision to live his life in the past, the Avengers had been kind of…fractured. Not quite a team. And Penny felt bad, although she didn’t know what she could do about it. Bucky and Sam were working as a team, taking some of their orders from the new Shield or working with the UN, while Penny continued to patrol Queens. But Iron Man was retired, Clint spent most of his time with his own family, and Dr. Banner spent most of his time doing research. Thor was with Valkyrie in their new Asgard, and Wanda was traveling the world.
Penny couldn’t blame the ones who’d been left behind who wanted to retire. She couldn’t imagine what it had been like…living on minus half of the population. But still…it was strange. She’d come back to a world that had moved on…that didn’t seem to need her. And she knew that wasn’t true. Not really. May and Happy were apparently very much in love, but they also needed her around. She kept crime down in New York, and helped May with her charity. Mr. Stark had turned into someone softer…and he loved her. It wasn’t like before when she’d kind of suspected that he cared about her but they never really talked about it. He told her now. Texted her. Gave her hugs every time he saw her and every time she left his house. It was…different. But nice.
It seemed like, of the Avengers, only Sam and Bucky were actively going out and fighting crime. And in a way, that made her sad. She’d looked up to the Avengers for her whole life, it seemed. Had watched them on TV and rooted for them and then…then Mr. Stark had made her an Avenger, only for her to disappear and then for the whole team to seemingly fall apart. So…despite the fact that she didn’t really know Sam and Bucky very well, she wanted to be there for them. She was on their team, even if the team was fractured and different now.
They would have their own team.
She caught the train to their neighborhood, sitting in the corner of the car by herself, earbuds pressed firmly into her ears as she listened to a podcast, the box in her lap. She had made the cookies the night before, painstakingly decorating them that morning. All around her, other commuters sat and stared into space, and she did the same until they came to her stop. Jumping to her feet, she bounded out of the train, hurrying up the stairs and jogging across the street, looking for their apartment.
Karen had been the one to tell her where they lived. She hadn’t wanted to ask Mr. Stark…sure, they seemed to have made up, but some part of her felt uncomfortable talking to him about the other Avengers. She didn’t know if he missed it…didn’t know if he regretted retiring. And she didn’t know how to ask. So she didn’t.
Since the Compound was still being rebuilt, she had asked Karen where they lived and had received an address in a fairly nice apartment complex in Brooklyn. Apparently, they both had apartments in the same building, which would make this delivery a little easier. She bounded up the stairs, getting Karen to unlock the front door for her so she wouldn’t have to hit the buzzer and explain what she was doing over the intercom, and found herself in front of Bucky Barnes’ apartment, hand lifted to knock. She wasn’t nervous…there was no reason to be nervous. No reason at all. That would be silly…they’d met before. Briefly. After the big battle with Thanos in the hospital room where they’d all waited for Mr. Stark to wake up. She’d introduced herself as Spidergirl and they had all introduced themselves too and said it was nice to meet her and…and they all kind of knew one another now.
Taking a steadying breath, Penny rapped her knuckles against the door, stepping back and waiting for only a few seconds before the door opened and Bucky Barnes stood in front of her, looking confused as he eyed the box in her hands. He looked tired, his recently cut hair flopping in his face before he impatiently brushed it back.
“Hey…uh…I don’t want any Girlscout cookies. Thanks though.” He told her, giving her a quick, friendly smile, but she hurried to put a hand up.
“No…I’m not…I’m not a…I mean…I’m Penny.” She cried, feeling her face flush. “I mean…we’ve met. I’m…um…Penny.” She said again, and he blinked at her, looking more confused by the second. She was sure her face was bright red…she could feel her cheeks heat up, but still, her mouth kept going. “I’m sorry…I mean…it wasn’t for very long but it was at the hospital and I saw that you guys just got back and it’s almost Christmas and I didn’t know if you were doing anything and…”
“You’re Stark’s kid!” He cried, cutting her off and pointing his finger, smiling just a little.
“I…I mean….I’m Spidergirl.” She murmured, clutching the box.
“Sorry, kid. I didn’t recognize you. You want to come in?” He asked, taking a step back, and she nodded, dropping her eyes and willing her face to cool off.
He shut the door behind her and she stepped inside, looking around before dropping her eyes, not wanting to intrude. “Everything alright?” He asked, arms crossed. “Need help finding a lost dog in Queens?”
Penny flushed again, but he wasn’t being mean. She could tell from his smile…he looked at her like Steve had before when she’d met him. Maybe it was an old guy thing…they were both so sincere. “No…I mean…heh…” She gave a quick, embarrassed laugh then thrust the box at him. “I just…here. We made too many cookies.” She blurted, then cursed herself for giving away what the gift was.
“You made me cookies?” He asked, smiling as he pulled the ribbon off, then lifted his eyebrows when he peered inside.
“I mean…they were for you and Sam…we were making them and then there were too many and I thought you guys might…but I only brought one box…it was dumb…I’m sorry…”
“It’s not dumb.” He cut her off with a grin, pulling a present cookie out of the box and taking a bite, then holding out the box to her. “Here.”
“Oh…no those…those are for you and Sam…”
“Right. Sam. I guess I should call him.” He muttered, gesturing again for her to take a cookie. She did, and then he pulled his phone out, placing the box on the counter. He held it to his ear, grinning when someone grumbled an answer. “Hey, come to my apartment. The kid brought us cookies for Christmas!” There was another grumbled answer and Penny took a bite of the cookie as he snorted. “No, not the little one. The spider one.”
“The one that webbed us to the ground of an airport?”
“The very one. But she brought us cookies.”
It wasn’t a few seconds later that Sam pushed the front door open, waltzing in and nodding at Penny. “Hey, kid.”
“Hi…” She murmured, watching as he grabbed a Santa cookie and took a bite.
“Shit that’s good…” He muttered, closing his eyes, then grabbing another one. “Did you make these?”
“Yeah…yeah, I…I mean…we made too many and…I figured…you would maybe…want…some…” She trailed off, flushing again. “Um…I should…you know…” She pointed at the door. “Sorry to…”
Bucky shook his head, reaching out and gripping her shoulder with a grin. “Stay for a bit, kid.”
“Yeah. Sit down. I’ll grab some sodas.” Sam put in, taking another cookie. She did take a seat on the sofa, hands clasped in her lap, and Bucky sat in the recliner. Sam returned after a minute with three cans of coke, tossing one to Penny that she caught in mid-air. “How have things been in Queens?”
“Oh…they’re…fine,” Penny assured him, wide-eyed.
“How’s school?” Bucky asked, opening his soda and downing at least half of it. She felt herself relax a little, taking a deep breath to calm her heart. She didn’t know why she would be nervous…then again, it wasn’t like the three of them had ever really spoken.
“Oh…um…fine. We’re, um…we’re going to Europe next semester.”
“Yeah? Sounds fun. We never took cool trips when I was in high school.”
“That’s because they didn’t have airplanes yet when you were in high school?” Penny put a hand over her mouth when she snorted and Sam laughed out loud, dodging a punch thrown his way by Bucky’s metal arm.
“I ought to take a page out of the kid’s book and work alone.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “You ever been to Europe before?” He wondered, turning away from Sam.
“Just, uh…just the once. When we went to Germany.”
“You mean when you webbed us to the ground?”
“You threw me through a window.” Penny reminded Sam, feeling suddenly brave as she lifted an eyebrow. “I was fourteen.”
His eyes widened and he went a little pale while Bucky laughed, taking another cookie.
She left not too much later, waving away their thanks and assuring them that she didn’t need a ride home. “Call us if you need any backup in Europe, kid.” Sam offered, leaning against the doorway as she headed for the stairs.
“It’s a school trip.” She reminded him with a laugh. “It’s not like I’ll be getting into any trouble.”
“You’re Tony Stark’s kid. You could get in trouble anywhere.”
His offer was something she remembered the moment Nick Fury introduced himself, and one phone call had the two of them hurrying to the rescue.
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