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carolmaximoffs · 4 years

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making adjustments

summary: you’ve finally joined your siblings in the U.S., but the transition is nowhere near as easy for you. luckily, while wanda and pietro are off learning how to save the world instead of harm it, one brooklyn boy is very willing to help you adjust.

pairing: bucky barnes x maximoff! reader

warnings: none, except maybe some bad russian

a/n: i got this request a while back and was unsure how to approach it. anon never specified whether they wanted reader to have powers so i had her not be enhanced but they did request fluff so i did my best! hope this is alright love :) (also, obviously, pietro survives AoU bc they rlly did him dirty, and you can’t be a maximoff sister w/o rings). all sokovian/russian is in italics bc i only know a couple of words and don’t want to completely butcher it!

“We’re so glad to have you back with us, sestra,” Pietro murmurs, accent thick as he held you tightly. You didn’t respond, just nodded into his shoulder before he pulled away. Wanda quickly took his place, her rings digging into your back the same way yours did to her as the pair of you clutched each other tightly. They’d promised to come back for you when things settled down, wanting you to lay low while they agreed to some...experiments. You weren’t really sure what had happened in your time apart, Pietro only offering that they were different now, special. You’d always admired the twins, always thought they were special in that idealistic way that younger siblings view their elder siblings. But you’d witnessed Wanda’s magic first hand when Sokovia had fallen victim to Ultron; you knew exactly what Pietro had meant.

Since the havoc wreaked on Sokovia, your siblings had begged you to go with them and the Avengers to America. It was an idea you’d initially resisted - you and your siblings lives had already been so disrupted. Why uproot it even further for people who barely even trusted them? (When you’d conveyed your dismay to Pietro, however, you’d been brushed off, only receiving an apologetic smile from Wanda). Finally, they’d managed to talk you into it, though you didn’t think they realized just how out of your comfort zone you were.

Two weeks stateside, and you still couldn’t force yourself from your new apartment in the tower until at least 10. By then, at least, you knew the kitchen would be empty. Or you thought it would be.

“Morning, sunshine.”

You dropped the mug in your hands with a shriek, hot coffee splattering all down your front. “Shit...that’s the second one this week.”

“Two in a week?” Your mother tongue startles you, but Bucky’s face is calm when you turn to face him. Your own cheeks burn more than the liquid dripping down your thighs as you scramble to pick up the pieces of your mug.

“Yes, two.” You say through gritted teeth, careful not to let the shards cut you. Bucky moves silently; where one moment he was perched on a bar stool, now he crouches with you, handing you some paper towel. “It is not so easy...adjusting. But Pietro and Wanda have always been, uh...more flexible than me.”

Bucky tilts his head in understanding, rising to his feet as you do. He seems hesitant, and his nervous energy makes you nervous, too, until he finally speaks. “I could...I could help you. Adjust, I mean.”

“I thought you were from New York,” Is the only reply you can think of. You’d heard the stories, of course, the terror the Winter Soldier carried out. Your gossiping neighbors worried most; his alleged origin point, Russia, was not very far from your own Sokovia. The man before you, however, was not the horror story you’d grown up hearing whispers of here and there. This man looked at you with soft grey-blue eyes, full of a strange, unspoken understanding.

“I am,” He says with a nod, “But I have some adjusting to do myself.”

“Alright,” You whisper. A blush fills your cheeks once more as you glance down at your coffee-stained clothes. “Let me...let me get changed.”

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After a month and a half at the compound, you’re feeling much more comfortable. Having Wanda and Pietro there is good, but Bucky has been helping you a lot as well. You’re extremely grateful to him, being so patient with you. You’d be lying if you said your feelings were entirely innocent and thankful, though.

For instance, today, he’s obviously just showered. Still damp tendrils cling to the back of his neck as he settles across from you. His sleek silver hand passes a book over the coffee table.

“Charlotte’s Web?” You ask, a little incredulous. “I have read this. This is...this is a children’s story.”

“In English?” Bucky challenges. As usual, you blush deeply. You can’t help it around him, and he smirks, like he always does. “That’s what I thought. Good example of American English, I think.”

“Why does she need an example of American English?” Trills a new voice, and your heart drops to your stomach. Pietro leans over the back of the couch Bucky’s sitting on, eyeing the pair of you curiously. Bucky blinks, confused.

“I’m helping Y/N learn English,” Bucky tells him, and your brother, damn him, laughs. He scrunches his nose, but he isn’t looking at you; he can’t see your murderous expression.

“Why? She is fluent. She speaks English better than Wanda and I,” Pietro scoffs. He walks around the ruffle your hair before disappearing down the hall, a blur of blond. Bucky is quiet. You drop your face into your hands.

“Why did you...” Bucky starts, at the same time you blurt, “I’m sorry!”

He chuckles, gesturing for you to continue. Bucky sits back into the couch, arms folded and brows raised expectantly. You think your face might just melt off at this point.

“Pietro is right, my English is fine,” You mumble. “I just...very much enjoyed talking to you, and spending time with you-”

“Doll,” Bucky interjects, leaning forwards. “In America, we might call that a ‘crush’.”

You lunge across the table, meaning to punch him square in the shoulder, but he catches you with ease. You find yourself straddling his lap, on hand circled about your waist. Without a second thought, you lean in and connect your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss back right away, but you’re already pulling away once he registers the situation.

You open your mouth, apologies curling on your tongue, but a hand on the back of your neck pulls you right back in.

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