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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Avengers

Word count: 5k

Warning: some swearing, alcohol, mention of sex, a bit of teasing.

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A few months ago, you and nine other recruits received a phone call saying to be at the training facilities first time in the morning. Once you got there, you were told that you would be receiving extra training, long hours and double effort. Whenever you asked why, they just said it was classified.

After two months of training ten hours per day, seven days a week, being put through several trials and tests, you were called to the office of Maria Hill –the head of all the recruitment process-. To your surprise, she wasn’t alone when you got there: Nick Fury was there.

You had never met him in person, although you had heard many stories about him. And his presence was as intimidating as you imagined. Or even more. He had a deep voice that shook to your core, a way of talking that let you know he was someone not to mess with, he owned S.H.I.E.L.D and he knew it.

“Agent (Y/L/N)”, Hill started as soon as you took a seat after recovering from the surprise of finding Nick Fury in the room. “Let me introduce you to Nicholas Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Yeah, I know who… he is”, you said with a small smile. There was no one around the facility who didn’t know who this man was. Maria Hill smiled too.

“Nice to meet you, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said. “I have been following your training for the last two months quite closely.”

Your felt your mouth go dry. He had been following your training?

“And I have to say it is quite impressive”, he added. He took a tablet from Hill’s desk and swiped the screen a couple of times. “When it comes to strategy there’s no one who can beat you, you’re strong, fast, your combat skills could be a match for Black Widow’s… definitely impressive.”

“Thank you, sir”, was all you could say. You knew you were good, but you never thought you would be good enough to hear it from Nick Fury himself. He was a legend.

“As you know, these last two months we have been testing you on a daily basis”, Hill said and you nodded. Of course you knew. You could feel it in every bone and muscle in your body. “What you don’t know is why.”

“And I guess you’re going to tell me?” You asked, looking at the two of them.

Fury put the tablet back on the desk without taking his eye off you. You would be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous, but you had the feeling that looking away wouldn’t help you there, so you were determined to hold his eye. After a few minutes, you thought you could see a hint of smile on Fury’s lips, but you probably just imagined it.

“The Avengers have requested a new member for their team”, he simply said.

If you had been drinking something, you would have choked on it or spitted out for sure. Out of all the things you thought this meeting was about, the last thing you expected was something like this.

“The Avengers?” You asked. “As in… Captain America, Black Widow and Iron Man?”

“Are there any other Avengers that we don’t know of?” Fury asked with a teasing tone.

“Fair enough”, you mumbled.

“We chose 10 candidates and we have been putting you through tests and trials without telling you why”, Hill said now taking the tablet and showing you some graphics. “All of you started off with enthusiasm, showing the best results you had got since you got recruited. However, as the weeks passed, most of your colleagues’ performance started to deteriorate.”

“We had meetings with them”, Fury said. “We asked if there was something wrong, why this change when they had proven to be among the best of their class. They said that they were tired. That they didn’t know what was going on, what was the point of all this suffering.”

“I never got any meeting”, you said.

“Because your performance only got better”, Hill said, showing you a graphic with your name on it. “You have been the only one who, despite not having a purpose, a goal, not knowing what was going on, kept on working as hard as you did on the first day.”

“And that, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said, “is exactly what we need. Someone who won’t fail, who won’t slow down, who will be there every day no matter what, with the same spirit as the first day. However, as much as we thought you are the perfect candidate, we are not the ones who have the final say.”

“Then?” You asked confused.

“We sent all of your files to The Avengers, with all the progress of the last two months. And they have made a decision. They want you, Agent (Y/L/N).”

A week later you packed all of your belongings in a suitcase and left the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ in a black SUV to move into The Avengers Headquarters in Upstate New York. Their welcome had been incredible. Since the very first moment you walked in the residential quarters of the huge compound, you were warmly welcomed by the team.

It took you a time to get used to your new life. You still had to train every day and soon you found out that it was a harder training than the one you did as a simple recruit. Obviously, they didn’t hold their punches. At first, you ended up at the infirmary most of the days, but eventually you started getting stronger and getting used to this new way of fighting. There was less theory and more instinct. And, soon enough, you started going on missions.

At first, they would be recon missions, nothing major. However, in a few months you proved yourself to be able to do more. You would never forget your first mission with Steve, Tony, Bucky and Natasha. It was the most exciting, exhausting and hard day of your life and, despite coming back injured, everyone kept on telling you how amazed they were by you, your work and your skills.

They took care of you, visited you every day until you got better, helped with your recovery and to get back on your feet in no time. You had found a family in them and it looked like they saw you as one of them now.

“You know what day is it tomorrow?” You asked when you walked into the kitchen.

You had just finished your training and had walked into the kitchen to have a smoothie. As usual, since you had the same training hours scheduled, Bucky was there as well.

Since the beginning, you had started training with Bucky as your mentor. You didn’t really fight against him, since he could knock you out without even trying, but he was there to observe and correct, give you advice, put more weight on your weights and push your limits.

When you first started training with him, he wouldn’t talk much. But, eventually, he started opening up and you gladly discovered that underneath all that sulking attitude was a really funny, easy going, teasing and loving kind of guy.

You spent so much time together that soon you found yourself looking around for him every time you walked into a room, sitting in front of him in every meal, next to him every time you would watch a movie, spending hours in his room just talking or playing videogames. You just couldn’t picture your life without him in it anymore.

“Saturday?” He said, throwing a bottle of water at you, which you caught without problem.

“Something else?” You asked, unscrewing the cap. Bucky thought for a moment and shook his head. “Really? I should be offended. A year ago, your life changed.”

“Did it?” He asked, a smirk forming on his lips. You narrowed your eyes and threw the cap of the bottle at him. He laughed and dodged it. “I know, I know. It will be a year since the most annoying person in the world walked through those doors with that lost puppy look on her face.”

“I wasn’t lost!” You exclaimed.

“So you’re annoying?” He teased.

“Not as much as you are”, you said and stuck your tongue out. “Maybe we should celebrate.”

“Why?”

“When was the last time someone put up with you for so long?” This time, he was the one narrowing his eyes at you, which made you laugh. “But seriously, it doesn’t have to be a party. But we could have a drink all together or something.”

“Ask Tony”, Bucky said. “He will organise anything in the next 45 minutes.”

“Good point”, you said nodding your head. “I’ll talk to him.”

You were about to walk out of the kitchen, fully intending to talk to Tony as soon as possible, when Bucky called your name. You turned around to find him walking over you.

“Yes?” You asked.

Once he was standing in front of you, he sighed and moved some hair that had flown out of your ponytail and put it behind your ear. He caressed your cheek and looked into your eyes, making your heart beat louder and faster. You took a deep breath, trying not to look down at his lips.

“A year ago, I met the most important person in my life”, he said. “She’s strong, funny, annoying as hell and incredibly oblivious. But I wouldn’t change her for anything.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly before winking an eye at you and walking out of the kitchen, leaving you flustered, confused and on the edge of fainting.

***

Just like Bucky had said, as soon as you said to Tony that you would like to have a little celebration, he took out his phone and started organising a little party. You made it clear that you didn’t want or need anything big, but once Tony started organising a party there was no way of knowing the size of it until you were in it.

“I thought you didn’t want anything big”, Bucky said when you stepped into the main living room of the residential quarters the following evening.

Looking around, you barely knew anyone. You had no idea how Tony had managed to pull this out in such short notice. There was people everywhere, food, alcohol music and banners everywhere saying ‘Happy Avengesary (Y/N)’. It was incredible.

“This is what happens when you leave Tony in charge”, Steve, who walked in after you two, said.

“I’m not complaining”, Natasha said with a huge smile as she looked around. “See you later guys.”

“Where is she going?” You asked, looking at her as she got lost in the crowd.

“She has seen that IT guy she likes”, Steve said with a chuckle.

“I say we make the best out of this and get a drink”, Sam said.

“And that’s the most intelligent idea I have heard so far”, you said and took Sam’s hand to follow him through the crowd.

The bartenders that Tony had hired knew exactly who you were and the reason you were having this celebration. So the moment they saw you, they made sure you had a drink in your hand without even asking for it. It looked like Tony had told them what you liked.

The next couple of hours went by in a blur. Despite not knowing most of the people in the party, it was obvious that they knew who you were and many kept on stopping you to congratulate you on the work you had been doing the past year or just to take a photo with you. Definitely, that was something you would never get used to: being a public figure.

When you finally managed to sit down on the couch, next to Bucky, you didn’t even know how many hands you had shaken, how many photos you had taken and how many hugs you had given. But your mind was buzzing.

“How you doing, superstar?” Bucky smiled when you let yourself fall on the couch.

“Exhausted”, you admitted.

“It will wear off, don’t worry”, Sam said, patting your shoulder. “Once they get used to you, they won’t pay much attention.”

“Unless you’re Captain America or Thor, of course”, Clint winked.

“Shut up”, Steve rolled his eyes.

“It took us an hour to get some milk from the grocery store”, Clint said. “An hour because people kept on asking Steve for photos and autographs.”

“One would think that after a century, no one would be impressed by Captain America right?” Sam laughed.

“It’s not Captain America”, you said. “It’s… you.”

“What?” Steve asked confused, which made you laugh.

“Are you really that oblivious?” Wanda laughed as well.

“You’re a specimen, man”, Sam winked playfully, making you all laugh.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s not that”, Steve said as you could all see him blushing.

“Oh, trust me. It is”, you said. “Everyone has a crush on Captain America”, you added.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, his arm casually over the back of the couch and your shoulders.

“Don’t you?” You asked back with a laugh.

“I saw him putting newspaper in his shoes to look taller”, Bucky shrugged. “It’s kind of a turn off.”

“So that means that there is a turn on?” Clint asked wiggling his eyebrows.

“There’s always at least one turn on”, you smirked.

“Oh really?” Bucky smirked. “What turns you on, (Y/L/N)?”

“Right back at you, Barnes”, you said, looking at him with a playful smile.

“Okay, this just gave me an idea!” Sam said.

You forced yourself to look away from Bucky, whose eyes were burning through yours. You had felt that electricity running between you two many times before, but you had never felt the heat you felt at the moment. So you needed to focus on something else beside the warmth of his body next to yours.

“Please, enlighten us”, Natasha said.

“What about an old good game of Truth or Dare?” He suggested. You laughed out loud, just like Wanda and Natasha.

“Are we 16 now?” Steve said, although he didn’t look like he rejected the idea completely.

“Afraid of airing your dirty laundry, Rogers?” Clint asked.

“I have no dirty laundry to air”, the alluded said with an innocent smile.

“Yeah right”, Natasha laughed. “Okay, let’s do this”, she said.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Why not?” Natasha shrugged. “It’s always fun to get to know each other in different ways”, she winked.

You sighed and shrugged. It looked like you didn’t have a choice. As soon as you all agreed, Sam asked a waiter to bring a couple of bottles of tequila, shot glasses for everyone and an empty bottle. In addition, Bucky he asked for a bottle of the Asgardian liquor Steve and Bucky used to drink in these situations.

“It’s no fun if two of us can’t get drunk”, he explained once they brought the small bottle and everything was settled.

“Fair enough”, you laughed. “Okay, who goes first?” You asked.

“You’re the honouree, so…” Sam said.

“Okay”, you laughed and spun the bottle that stopped pointing at Sam, who smiled widely at you. “Truth or dare?”

“Let’s start with a truth”, Sam said.

“Have you ever practised kissing in a mirror?” You smiled.

“First, that’s a lame question. Second… yes”, he admitted, making you all laugh. “I was 10, okay? And I was nervous about a potential first kiss”, he shrugged.

“That’s cute”, you admitted still laughing.

“Okay, here we go”, Sam spun the bottle and this time it landed on Bucky.

“Truth”, Bucky quickly said.

“Mmm…” Sam smirked after looking at you for a brief second. “Would you make out with someone in this group?”

Bucky looked at Sam like he wanted to kill him and you felt him tense up beside you. You looked up to him although his eyes were fixed on Sam, whose smiled only grew bigger.

“You can always drink. Although that will give us half an answer”, Sam shrugged.

“I would”, Bucky finally said. You raised both eyebrows and looked up again, surprised.

“With who?” You asked.

“That’s not part of the question, doll”, Bucky winked before spinning the bottle, which landed on Natasha. Yet, you didn’t stop thinking about it.

“Dare, of course”, she shrugged.

“I dare you to go to that IT guy and ask him out”, Bucky smiled.

“You know I don’t ask out”, Natasha said.

“Is Black Widow backing off a dare?” Clint smiled.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, her pride obviously taken the best of her. Immediately, she got up and you all looked at her while she walked up to the IT guy. It was a quick conversation and, by the end of it, the guy looked like was about to marry her while she came back with her face as red as her hair.

“I’ll get back at you, Barnes”, she said, spinning the bottle.

There were all kind of dares and questions. The more you drank, the juicier they got without even realising it. At some point, Steve was playing without his shirt –to the delight of many of the guests-, Clint was speaking only with the vowel E, Wanda was wearing Natasha’s clothes and viceversa and you were on your pyjamas.

“Okay, let’s go”, Natasha said when it was her turn to spin the bottle after reading out loud the last text she had sent –Rated X-. “Finally!” She said when it landed on Bucky. “Barnes?”

All along, every time it was Bucky’s turn, there had been numerous hints of him liking someone, someone he would sleep with, his crush, but no name had come out of his mouth. You didn’t even know Bucky liked someone, which was strange since you spent so much time together, and to say you were curious was a misunderstanding.

“Truth”, he said.

“Playing it safe, huh?” Natasha smiled.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Romanoff”, Bucky said, his fingers brushing your shoulder absently.

“Fine. Have it your way”, she said. “Is (Y/N) the one you’ve been talking about all along? The one you would make out with, sleep with, have a crush on?”

Bucky’s whole body tensed up, just like yours, with that question. It was obvious she had been saving it for quite a long time and it looked like everyone was waiting for someone to drop the bomb. They all looked at Bucky smiling a little, as if they knew something you ignored, waiting.

“Damn you, Natasha”, Bucky finally chuckled.

“Would you prefer a dare?” She smiled widely.

“I don’t trust your dares”, Bucky said.

“Then… answer or drink. Although… drinking would be an answer itself”, she innocently shrugged and winked an eye at him.

You saw Bucky biting his lower lip without looking at you, his eyes fixed on Nat, as he was deliberately trying not to look at you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you swore you would explode if he didn’t say something soon.

“Yes”, he finally said, taking your breath away. “She is”

And he spun the bottle.

***

The game was finished in no time after that moment. Although you didn’t pay any attention to it anymore. All you could do was look at Bucky, waiting for him to look at you and explain what he had just said. However, all he did was smirking whenever he felt his eyes on you.

“Okay, come here”, he said once everyone had scattered around.

He took your hand and took you through the crowd. You didn’t know where he would take you until he scanned his finger print on the door that lead to Tony’s office. He let you walked in first and looked around to make sure no one was looking before closing the door.

“What was that?” You finally asked after a few moments.

“Do I really need to explain?” He smiled, getting closer to you which only made you nervous.

“I think? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You asked.

“When would I say anything? When I was kicking your ass during training?” He asked.

“You don’t kick my ass”, you said. “We never even fight against each other because you’re too afraid of me kicking your ass”, you added, crossing your arms.

“You’re so damn blind”, he laughed shaking his head. “I don’t fight you because I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you. Even if it happened during training.”

You blinked a few times and looked away, trying so hard not to blush and failing completely. He was now so close that you could even feel his breath on you. It wasn’t the first time he was this close, but it was the first time it made you so nervous.

“That’s just another way of saying it”, you mumbled.

Bucky placed his index finger on your chin to make you look up at him and to his eyes before rubbing your cheek softly. His eyes moved down to your lips, just like yours to his, just in time to see him biting his bottom lip. Your breath got caught in your throat and an urgent need to kiss him overcame you.

“You drive me insane in every possible way, (Y/L/N)”, he said leaning in. You closed your eyes instinctively but his kiss never came. “But you’re not ready for it yet.”

You opened your eyes to see him slowly walking backwards, with a smirk on his face.

“What…? What are you doing?” You asked breathless.

“I could kiss you right now and make you realise that you feel the same way about me”, he said, a hand on the doorknob. “But I have decided that, if I have waited a year, I can wait a few more days and make you want it, drive you crazy just like you do with me.”

“Don’t walk away, James. Don’t you dare”, you said.

“See you later, doll”, he said.

Before you could even take a step forward, he opened the door and walked out the office, leaving you with your mouth open and your brain completely melted.

What the hell had just happened?

You had to take some time before you went back out to the party. Your heart had never beat like this. It felt like it would jump out of your chest at any given time and getting it back to ‘normal’ wasn’t easy.

When you finally made your way back out, you spotted Bucky at the bar, talking to Steve. When he saw you, his eyes were on you for a moment, while his lips formed a smug smirk, and then looked back at his friend to continue the conversation. All you wanted to do was go and punch him in that perfect face to kiss him afterwards. Or maybe kiss him first and punch later. You were confused.

The rest of the night you were completely unfocused. It felt like you couldn’t hold a single conversation, like you were zooming in and out all the time, looking around for Bucky and imagining his lips, hands, body on yours. In the end, you decided to leave the party earlier than expected. It wasn’t like anyone would notice, since most of the guests were too drunk to pay any more attention to you.

Once in your room and in your pyjamas –an oversize t-shirt and your underwear-, you laid on your bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking about what the hell had happened and trying to process how you felt about it.

It would be a huge lie to say that you didn’t have feelings for Bucky. You knew they had always been there, but you had always considered them platonic. He was one of the most attractive men you ever met and he was also kind, funny, witty, smart and incredibly thoughtful. You would have never thought he felt the same way about you. You thought all those times he flirted with you, it was just a game to him. Maybe you had been wrong.

You didn’t even know when you had fallen asleep, but when you opened your eyes, you heard the rain against the huge window of your room. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your mind immediately racing as memories from last night flooded your head. Damn James Buchanan Barnes.

When you heard the buzzing of your phone, you sighed and picked it up from the bedside table to find a text message from the man himself.

“Training in 10 minutes”, the text said. He had to be kidding you. It was Sunday.

And did he really think he could just act like nothing?

“Sorry. As someone said to me last night: I’m not ready yet”, you texted back.

He read the text immediately, but it took him a little while to reply.

“If you’re not in the training room in 10 minutes, I’ll drag you there myself”, you shivered, knowing he fully intended to act on his threat. But you weren’t going to just do as he told you.

“Didn’t you say I drive you insane? Then good luck, babe”, you texted, smirking to yourself as you pictured the look on his face.

You knew what was going to happen. Maybe you were pushing him a bit, but you weren’t going to let him dictate what to do or when to get up. Especially after how flustered and frustrated he had left you the previous night.

Yes, you were dying to kiss him. That was all you could think about since last night. But, unless you were mistaken, he wanted that kiss as much as you did and you were going to get it, even if you had to drive him insane.

At first, you thought he would go to your room immediately, but it looked like he really waited those 10 minutes in case you showed up. Or maybe he was just waiting outside of your room, because exactly 11 minutes later, there was a knock on your room. You smiled to yourself and stretched out still in bed, but didn’t move.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please tell him that I am not training today?” You said to the A.I.

“You know I can hear you, right?” You heard Bucky’s voice on the other side of the room.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please ask Tony to make the rooms soundproof? That would be extremely useful for certain people”, you said.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, open (Y/N)’s door, please”, Bucky said.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Each room has its own personal protocols and can only be lifted with the permission of said owner”, the A.I said, which made you smile.

“Too bad, soldier”, you said.

“You know I can just kick him in, right?”

You narrowed your eyes, looking at the ceiling. You knew he could, but did you want to push him until that point? It could be fun, but you didn’t want to deal with Tony afterwards. You knew how much he hated when doors got kicked in –something that happened surprisingly often in the compound-.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, unlock the door, please”, you finally said.

The A.I. obeyed and unlocked the door. In a second, Bucky walked in and closed behind him. You looked at him from the bed, still not moving, and smiled. He was wearing his usual training gear –black sweatpants and a black t-shirt- and was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting.

“Do you need anything?” You asked.

“You were supposed to be in the gym 5 minutes ago”, he said with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, well…” you stretched out again, making sure your t-shirt went up a few inches, enough to let him see your underwear and belly. “I’m kind of having a lazy day”, you said with a smile as you saw his eyes on your exposed skin.

“I know what you’re doing”, he said. You raised both eyebrows.

“And what is it?” You asked innocently.

“Pushing me”, he said.

“Don’t be so egocentric, Barnes”, you said. “Not everything is around you.”

“Oh really?” He said.

Slowly, he walked around the bed, taking a seat just next to you. You got nervous when he leaned in, placing one hand around you to support himself as he got closer. You looked at his lips and then his eyes, which hide the smile he forced himself not to show.

“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about kissing me since last night”, he said in a low voice.

“I…” you mumbled, your eyes moving down to his lips, which finally curved up into a small smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you going to tell me that if I kissed you right now…” he said, almost brushing your lips with his, “you wouldn’t melt against me?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, trying to control your heart rate, which felt close to impossible. All about him was overwhelming and you had no idea how to manage his closeness. You just wanted to grab him by the neck and kiss him. However, it looked as if he was reading your mind. Just when you were about to move your hands, he moved his and pinned your wrists against the bed.

“Gym. 5 minutes”, he whispered so close that you thought you would die if he didn’t kiss you.

Then, he just let go, got up and walked to the door. You couldn’t believe this was the second time in less than twelve hours that he was going to leave you like this. You looked at the door to see him smirking before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, punching the mattress.

Five minutes later, you walked through the doors of the gym, still sulking and flustered. You had been quickly to put some leggings and a training top. If Bucky wasn’t going to give in or let you kiss him, you needed some other way to let your frustration out. Fighting.

“Maybe today we can try something different”, you said to Bucky, acting as if nothing had happened, as if your mind wasn’t full of imaged of him kissing your whole body.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Bucky asked while he adjusted the punching bag.

“Why don’t we fight?” You asked. Bucky laughed quietly and shook his head. “What?”

“Have you warmed up?” He asked.

“I’m warm enough, thank you” you said making him smile. Anyway, you started stretching since you didn’t want to pull any muscle or cause any injury. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You know I’m not going to fight you, doll”, he said, taking the bandages from the floor. “I could hurt you.”

Your eyes went to his hand as he started wrapping the bandages around it, wrapping it tightly. You had always loved watching that routine. There was something about the way he moved his hands, how he wrapped the bandages around them that was hypnotizing.

“You won’t”, you said, coming out of your little trance.

“How do you know it?” He asked.

“Because I trust you”, you shrugged. He looked at you for a moment and smiled.

“You just want an excuse to hit me because you’re frustrated”, he said.

“That’s just a bonus”, you shrugged and took the other pair of bandages from the floor when you finished stretching. “I really think it would be helpful to fight against an actual person and not just a bag.”

“You have fought against Natasha, Wanda, Peter, Scott and Clint many times”, he said.

You sighed while you wrapped the bandage around your left hand. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to change his mind. It wasn’t the first time you had this conversation and you understood his fear of hurting you, but you really wanted to punch him. Maybe if you caught him by surprise?

When you finished wrapping your hands, you looked at him. He was checking his own bandages and looked kind of focused on it. Without even taking a minute to consider your next move, you quickly took a step forward and threw your leg up to his stomach. To your surprise, your kick caught him completely off guard. Unfortunately, you weren’t strong enough to make him fall, but he took a few steps back with a hand against his stomach.

“What was that?” He asked with an amused smile.

“If you don’t want to fight me, okay”, you shrugged. “I’ll fight you.”

“Stop before you get hurt”, he said.

“Stop patronising me”, you said through gritted teeth.

Quickly, you launched against him, but he just took your arm before it came in contact with him and pushed you aside as if you were a mundane annoying fly. You groaned to yourself and turned to look at him. He looked at you smiling, which only infuriated you even more.

“It’s just facts, doll”, he shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes but decided to launch again. This time, you went for his face, but he grabbed your arm and twisted so your back was against his chest. You took a deep breath at the contact when his lips were on your cheek.

“Stop”, he whispered and nibbled your neck.

With a grunt, you stomped your heel against his feet. He hissed, which was enough for you to drive your elbow against his ribs and your fist against his nose when he leaned down breathless. You hooked your arms around his neck and used your weight to bring him down, straddling his waist and pinning his arms to the ground.

You knew how easily he could just turn the situation around, but maybe he didn’t expect to find himself like this so easily and all he did was looking at you with a smile playing on his lips.

“What are you going to do now, (Y/L/N)?” He asked.

If you were honest to yourself, you just wanted to tease him like he had teased you. But you also knew you weren’t strong enough, not after last night and that morning. You bite your lip and leaned down, wondering if this time he would finally give in. He didn’t move, but his eyes turned a bit darker as his eyes moved down to your lips.

“I should just leave you wanting it”, you whispered against his lips. He chuckled a little.

“You wouldn’t make it to the door”, he warned you. You knew it was true.

You let go of one of his hands, which quickly moved to your hair, moving it out of the way. You took a deep breath, enjoying the moment, before finally closing the distance between your lips.

The moment your lips touched, you let go of his other hand. Immediately, Bucky flipped you around to have you pinned under him and kiss you deeply. You wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him impossibly close to you. A moan escaped his throat, making you smirk against his lips while your hands sneaked under his t-shirt and brushed his warm skin.

You wanted him. Badly. But, of course, he wasn’t going to give you everything in just a moment, let alone on the gym floor. Instead, he pulled away after a few minutes and looked at you.

“You always get your way, huh?” He whispered, gently brushing your nose with his, a gesture you never saw coming from the big and fiery Winter Soldier.

“I have my skills”, you smiled.

With a smile, Bucky got up and helped you up as well, although he didn’t move away from you. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“What now?” You asked a bit nervous.

“Maybe we should start with breakfast?” He suggested.

You laughed nervously and nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you out of the gym while all you could think about was kissing him all over again. Maybe over breakfast.

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...Of The Line (3)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes-- from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots-- seriously they're so dumb, slow burn

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Chapter Summary: During the afterparty, the team meets Ultron

Chapter Warnings: Fighting, swearing, drinking, clothes sharing, steve is heart eyes

Chapter Words: 5K

AN: PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT AND LIKE AND REBLOG OUR WORK! We’re getting a little discouraged due to the recent lack of notes on this series!

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The party had ended around one in the morning much to Giovanna’s complete disdain.

“Parties are supposed to go until three at least,” She grumbled, swiping her hair into a long ponytail, dark hair sweeping the bottom of her shoulder blades and sticking to the tackiness of her skin. “It’s a cardinal sin to end it this early.”

YN rolled her eyes and shoved Giovanna’s shoulder, making her topple to the couch beside her father who shoved her off his lap.

“Some of us are grandparents” YN laughed, sitting on the adjacent couch and shaking her head as Giovanna pulled herself from the floor and sat primly— a hard feat considering the drinking game she and YN had been losing epically at only an hour before.

“I’m taking offence to that,” Steve grumbled as he walked over to the seating area and absently handing YN the beer she had asked for. She watched him pull the legs of his pants up before sitting next to her and winking. He was close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she held herself from leaning in closer to soak in his warmth. Instead, she brought the opened bottle to her lips and shivered at the added coolness.

“You cold?” He asked, brows furrowed and lips downturned slightly. Of course, he had noticed.

“A little but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” She smiled, blush rising to her cheeks at the way he doted on her. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward as another shiver rocked her shoulders. YN could feel her eyes widening as he shucked off the brown leather jacket over his shoulders and handed it to her, a small smile on his cheeks and a matching blush on his ears. Without even playing coy or denying the jacket, YN avoided Steve’s gaze and most definitely didn’t look at Giovanna or Natasha who were, by all means of the word, thrilled as she pulled the sleeves up her arms.

As the jacket settled on YN’s less broad shoulders, she sighed, sitting back in the couch and letting the residual warmth and scent of Steve wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered lightly and she couldn’t help but hum pleasantly at the soft feeling of the worn, wind-beaten leather.

Steve seemed even more pleased with the situation, honestly. His jacket on her body was the most satisfying thing he had seen until he saw her tiny smile and closed eyes, and he sucked in a breath when she opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily. God, she was real fuckin’ cute.

YN and Natasha watched on, a click of a phone, and a shared secret smile while YN and Steve shared a moment far away from the party here in the room.

“Thank you, Captain.” She whispered, just for his ears and he could feel his heart double in pace when she purred his title. He swore without the serum he would have actually dropped dead by now.

“Anytime, Sugar.” He replied, ducking his head to do so. It wouldn’t take much, just a lean and a jut of the chin and Steve and YN would be kissing, but the thunder of Thor’s laugh brought them both out of their hazes, making them shift slightly further from each other and avoiding stealing many more glances at each other. YN rolled her eyes at Giovanna’s raised eyebrow and finished her beer at the sight of Natasha smirking at her while picking her nails.

“Oh come on, it’s a trick!” Clint cried out and gestured vaguely to the hammer laying on the table. YN could barely hear any of the conversation over the blood rushing in her ears.

“No, it’s much more than that” Thor laughed and leaned back, eyes never leaving Clint as he took a swig straight from his flask.

“He who shall be worthy shall haveth the power— come on man, it’s a trick!” Clint cried. Steve leaned over YN’s body to take the mead which Thor was offering and YN clenched her jaw and refused to allow her body to give away the rush of feelings she was trying to calm down. Maybe it was a trick of her mind, or of the booze but Steve had seemed to linger over her, face turning towards her just slightly before pulling away before she could read too much into it.

“Well please, be my guest.” A sudden hush fell over the group, watching with bated breath as Clint froze only for a flash of a second and smirked, rolling his shoulders and standing. Clint wrapped his hand around the handle with a grunt and pulled, grinning nervously at the spectators and grunting when she shoved himself away from it. “I still don’t know how you do it!”

“Smell the silent judgement?” Yn laughed at her uncles' joke loudly, the alcohol making everything just a little too funny. Giovanna nudged her father who smiled fondly and winked, nudging her right back.

“Please Stark. Be my guest.” Clint, trying his best to keep his pride alive by its teeth, threw back the remainder of his drink as he sat and pouted about it. Tony shouldered off his jacket, throwing it playfully over Giovanna’s head and smiling when she cackled.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.” He boasted, strutting over to the place where Clint had stood.

“You did raise Gio, so I believe it.” YN finally piped up and reciprocated Giovanna’s middle finger.

“Cause you were such a golden child.”

“I literally did humanitarian work in the Middle East when I was seven so, yeah I was.” She winked at her dad who blushed proudly and raised an eyebrow when she looked back at Giovanna. “Little miss rich girl.”

“Eat a dick, YN.”

“I plan to.” Next to her, Steve coughed in shock and Tony, feeling a little attention starved, projected his voice.

“Right, so if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?” He asked Thor, wrapping the strap around his wrist and folding his fingers around the handle.

“Absolutely.” Thor hummed.

“I will be instituting Prima Nocta,” He grinned at the noises of protests from his two best girls, giggling when they said things like ‘that’s so gross dad’ and ‘seriously, Tony. Classy’. When Tony nor Rhodey or their combined forces could lift the hammer, Bruce stumbled up, obviously having too much of whatever Natasha was mixing as he seemed to not care too much about the eyes on him.

“Please be careful, Papa.” YN couldn’t hide the concern in her voice when she watched her father trip over absolutely nothing.

“Come on, when have I not been careful.” His voice was slurred and his eyes were bright. With a clumsy jump, he climbed onto the table, wrapped both hands around the hammer handle and pulled, falling away with a cheesy, mocking Hulk roar.

YN sunk into the couch, hiding the tumble of laughter behind a hand pressed hard against her face. The rest of the team seemed to have a similar reaction, Giovanna gulping down her wine and Natasha pressing her lips into a thin line.

“No?”

“Not this time, Dad.”

Steve was apparently up next, and with a drunken, cocky smirk that made YN’s stomach flip he pushed off the couch, palming the handle (nope, YN would not be thinking about how small his hand made the handle look, nor the way that image could be corrupted later tonight) and pulling.

“Come on Steve!” YN cheered along with everyone else and his gaze shot to her immediately, looking at her up and down and relishing in the way that even his jacket seemed to swallow her body and make her look so— so his.

As Steve pulled, the table groaned under the weight of the hammer and YN swore that the hammer moved— if not by magic then by pure strength and YN felt that realization in the pit of her stomach. He adjusted his grip and this time, acting very poorly from YN’s point of view, pretended to pull, raising his hands when the hammer didn’t budge.

He sat back down, next to YN, close enough that their thighs were touching and he threw an arm around the back of the couch, making his clean scent wash over her. YN opened her mouth to tell Steve what she had seen when his hand fell on the back of her neck.

“You next?” Steve hummed, looking down at the woman next to him. She looked up and rolled her eyes.

“As if. I’m too young to take care of myself properly let alone a race of gods. I’ll pass, thanks.” YN laughed and Steve pulled back slightly. Even under the influence of alcohol, Steve was sharply reminded that he would never be able to treat YN the way he wanted to. His heart sunk into his feet at the thought.

“Same here. I have to stay here and help this old man— he’d fall apart without me.” Giovanna laughed when Tony threw a drumstick at her, laughing in tandem with his daughter. The love in the room washed over the group.

“You know me too well, Cricket.” He hummed against Giovanna’s temple, kissing it lightly and petting her hair.

It was only seconds of joking and smiles more before a sharp ringing sound filled the room, making YN’s bones shake and Steve’s muscles bulge obscenely. There was the sound of a Mark suit walking across the floor and everyone's gaze was drawn to the robotic humanoid skeleton approaching them. Dark splotches of oil trailed behind the shell of a robot, wires hanging aimlessly over its limbs and feet angled inward, making its pace a gated limp at best.

“Where.” The robot drawled. Steve, immediately recognising this as a new threat, shot to his feet and stepped in front of YN, protecting her. She huffed, annoyed by the protective action and shoved Steve to the side, standing herself and walking forward to be with her father.

“No. How could you be worthy?” The robot asked, in a far too intelligent voice. Giovanna appeared suddenly by YN’s side, taking her hand and squeezing once. YN squeezed back quickly.

“You’re all killers.” He continued, waving his arm and gesturing to the group, cords swinging with the movement and spraying the floor with more dark oil.

“That’s my robot,” Giovanna whispered into YN’s ear, and YN immediately recognized the machine. How could she not, they had just programmed it to flip someone off only six hours before.

Tony’s voice was quiet as he spoke into his phone. “JARVIS.”

“I’m sorry I was asleep— or I was a dream.” It continued, ignoring Tony’s calls for help. “There was this terrible noise, and then I was tangled and then— hmm. Strings.” The robots voice patterns seemed jumbled as if the program it was running on was poorly coded. Or it was actually confused— a thought that made YN’s heart race. This wasn’t a program which Giovanna and herself had coded no— this was Ultron. This was what her dad and Tony were working on for so long.

“Had to kill the other guy.” Ultron said offhandedly, and Giovanna seemed to come to the same conclusion that YN had, gripping her hand tighter and pulling her closer. “He was a good guy.”

“JARVIS,” YN whispered, voice cracking. Giovanna sucked in a quiet breath, trying her best not to draw any attention to the pair. Their intertwined hands shook with grief— JARVIS had been there— always, always been there for the girls when he was needed most.

“You killed someone?” Steve’s voice made both YN and Giovanna jump.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been my first call, but, down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor demanded, knuckles white on the handle of the hammer in his hand. YN and Giovanna tensed even further, already knowing not only who it was but the shit storm that was about to hit their fathers. YN’s heart sunk when Tony’s voice echoed across the room— a recording promising a suit of armour around the world.

“Ultron,” Bruce gasped, eyes flickering from Tony to YN and back to Ultron. YN could see the fear in her father's posture and want nothing more than to soothe him the way she knew how, but her feet seemed to be cemented to the ground under her. Giovanna shifted, hiking up her dress slowly and in small movements to reveal a holster of weapons around her thigh. A gun was pressed into YN’s palm, and a knife was hidden against the inside of Giovanna’s forearm, out of sight of the robot who was continuing to monologue, looking down at himself.

“I’m on a mission,” Ultron stated simply, and the energy in the room seemed to flip.

“What mission,” Natasha said from somewhere to YN’s right.

“Peace in our time.”

And then hell broke loose as several Marks flew through the glass floor and directly towards the team. YN pulled Giovanna to the ground and hid her under her body, making sure she was okay before poking up from their safe alcove between the couch and table and shooting. One shot wedged itself in the left shoulder, another into the exposed power bank of the lower back. The shots did little to slow it down, and YN knew she would have to act quickly.

She was armed, but the smartest strategist on the team was not, and she seemed to be the only one to realize that. It was a quick sprint to the bar, which she flipped herself over and found Steve’s shield, glinting in the orange lighting of the room. She would have stopped to admire it, even let herself become inspired by it in any other situation, but when a loud crashing sound broke her out of her reverie, she grabbed it and climbed onto the bar, shouting for Steve.

Now, Steve had always been a sensible person. He was always one to focus on a battle when focus was needed, and he was always ready for every blow to himself and his team members, but seeing YN breathless and standing on the bar made his entire body freeze. She looked to be something out of a wet dream or a wild fantasy. Her hair had since fallen out of her up-do, messily framing her face. His jacket hung off her shoulders and flopped around her left hand which was holding a pistol which Bucky would have liked. The metal glinted in her palm and he was struck with the memory of Giovanna showing it to him— the guns name was Stella.

It wasn’t that detail that had him useless in the midst of chaos, no— it was the glint of his shield on her arm, proudly shining in the light of the room, and Steve would be damned if he didn’t think it suited her.

He suited her.

“Think fast!” She yelled over the raging sounds of battle before throwing the shield his way far faster than he was expecting. The impact on his hand shocked up his arm and he gasped at the strength of her throw before collecting himself and making himself useful. Sure, he knew that her fathers' serum was in her blood— Giovanna would often conduct experiments and analyze YN’s blood for hours to watch it work before the cell died— but he had only ever been at the receiving end of her strength on a handful of times. She had always made sure to keep it under control— something Bruce had taught her since she was a toddler— he was sure.

Their moment didn’t last long as her attention was turned immediately to her father who had been pulled over the bar by Natasha.

“God, Dad!” She yelled, hopping off the bar and sliding on her knees to her dad who had since climbed off of Natasha.

“Squish, are you okay?” He rushed, sitting up and cradling her face in his hot hands. She nodded and picked a piece of glass out of his salt and pepper hair.

“You good?” She replied, and he nodded. She wasn’t satisfied, however, and stared harder into Bruce’s eyes. “You okay, Big Guy? Good. I need you to stay calm okay? We’re home right now.” When the green tint faded from the bulging veins in her fathers neck and face, she smiled and nodded, kissing her dad on the forehead before standing up and running back.

“That’s not helping!” Bruce called after YN’s retreating form. The Green Guy seemed satiated however, and Bruces heart raced enough only to allow a mild anxiety attack.

“Kids.” Natasha smirked fondly, to which Bruce could only nod.

YN had since thrown herself back into the fight, shooting at a robot who had come too close to Giovanna and spinning around to see Steve on the back of a Mark which was in the air.

Idiot.

“Steve!” She bellowed, running over and cupping her hands around her mouth. “STEVE!”

She seemed to gain his attention, then and he looked down, thinking quickly enough to catch the pistol she threw at him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He cried out as the robot spun quickly, trying to shake off the 240 pounds which had seemed to make itself at home on its back.

“There's a panel on the left side of its neck! There's a red white and green light! Shoot it there!” When Steve followed her directions, he and the robot corpse crashed to the ground. YN sprinted quickly over to Steve, falling to her knees and making sure he was conscious, looking at his pupil dilation and nodding when they seemed equal.

“Hi.” She smiled, helping him up to his feet, and he smiled down at her, looking her up and down (not checking her out, nope, not at all) and stopping on her feet.

“Your feet are bleeding.” He stated simply and she rolled her eyes taking the gun from his hand and trying to ignore the way her skin jolted as her fingertips brushed his skin.

“I’m fine.” She grinned, walking backwards already.

“Your feet are bleeding!” He cried after her and she threw a smile over her shoulder as she turned around.

“They feel better than wearing heels!” She chirped, already running to where Helen Cho was hiding behind the baby grand piano.

Idiot.

The last of the robots fell to the ground in a shattered heap on the floor, and Steve caught his shield as it bounced off the wall and back to him.

“That was dramatic.” Ultron piped up over the heaving pants of the team. “I’m sorry— I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How it humanity saved if it’s not allowed to… evolve.” Ultron paused as he tried to find the right words. He walked over to one of the fallen Marks and picked it up by its head.

“With these?” He sounded amused. “These puppets.” The MARK’s head popped under Ultron's grip, and YN quickly dodged a screw which had flown in her direction.

“There’s only one path to peace— the Avengers extinction.” And before he could fire a sonic blast from the centre of his palm, Mijionionionir flew through his chest, shattering him into a thousand tiny pieces.

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The atmosphere in the lab was tense at best when everyone from the party had gathered. YN had seemed to receive the worst of her injuries and with the help of Giovanna, her dad, and a comfy spot on the counter to sit, her feet were cleaned and stitched in ten minutes, tops.

“Done!” Giovanna slammed her needle and tweezers on the tray next to her and raised her hands in the air triumphantly. “I finished before you!”

Bruce tied off the last suture he was working on and wrapped YN’s right foot in a soft gauze he had developed with Dr Cho a few months before. He then smiled and checked Giovanna’s work silently, looking up at her through her lashes.

“It’s not a competition—“

“No, it’s not-- it’s the bottom of my feet, asshole.” YN glowered playfully at Giovanna who waved her off and looked eagerly back to her uncle.

“—But you did well. Almost as good as me.” He smiled at the way Giovanna seemed to preen under his praise and patted YN’s knee as he stood up. “Are you okay?” He whispered lips against her temple protectively.

“I’m okay, Dad. Thank you.” She whispered back, giving him a reassuring smile and walking over to see what Tony was investigating at the other counter. There was a sharp gasp and any muttering from the team fell silent.

“All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch.” Bruce’s voice seemed weak, and it took everything in YN’s power to not get up and walk over to him— give him the comfort she knew he needed right now. As the only person in her life for sixteen years, she knew when he most needed her.

Steve scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Ultron.”

“He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other.” Natasha said, looking up from her computer which had been tracing his recent activity. YN’s eyes flickered over briefly to Steve before grabbing Giovanna’s hand and holding it for comfort.

“He's in your files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” Rhodey said as he paced, his chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Nuclear codes.” Maria piped up and YN pulled Steve’s jacket tighter around her body, trying to calm her racing heart. Giovanna seemed to have the same idea, standing to walk over to her dad and folding herself into his side.

“Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can.”

“Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Natasha said and if it weren’t for his hearing, Steve would have missed the way that YN’s heart rate doubled. He looked to her and took in her wobbling chin. There was something more to this than any of them knew yet.

“He said he killed someone,” Clint said as Steve got to YN. YN shuddered and coughed around the lump in her throat. It seemed that Giovanna was having a similar reaction, whispering something into Tony’s ear and watching as his face fell.

“But there wasn’t anyone else in the building.” Maria’s voice was confused and Steve felt YN’s pinky intertwine with his own, pushing their hands behind his back. She needed comfort— she didn’t need for anyone to see and tease them. Not now.

“Yes, there was.” YN, Giovanna and Tony echoed at the same time, and YN lowered her eyes as the destroyed 3D imaging of JARVIS’s consciousness filled the empty floor. Giovanna let out a quiet cry and YN’s grip on Steve’s finger tightened.

“This is insane.”

“JARVIS was the first line of defence. He would’ve shut Ultron down— it makes sense.” Steve replied, leaning further against the counter due to the sudden weakening of his knees.

“No,” YN said quickly, voice soaked with fear. “Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't a strategy, this is…rage.”

The door then burst open, Thor storming in with red capes billowing behind him. It wasn’t long until Thor clasped his hand around Tony’s throat and lifted him. Giovanna snarled then and moved to intervene with her hand tight around her gun before Steve raised his voice loud enough for the air in the room to shake.

“Thor! The Legionnaire.” At The Captains voice, Thor dropped Tony, gasping to the floor and whipped around to look at Steve.

“Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the sceptre. Now we have to retrieve it, again.” Thor’s voice was thick with irritation, and Giovanna looked like she would love nothing more than to shove the entire hammer in Thor’s hand up his ass. She helped Tony to his feet and sat him down, standing in front of him slightly and crossing her arms.

Helen’s voice was hoarse when she spoke. “I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?”

Instead of a sane answer, Tony let out a single, loud laugh before stifling the following giggles in his fist. Everybody, including Giovanna, took a step back in caution as he stood and began to walk around the room, still laughing to himself.

“You think this is funny?” Thor looked like he was just about ready to drop Tony on Jotunheim without a jacket.

“No. It's probably not, right? Is this very terrible? Is it is--is it so-- it is? It's so terrible.” He replied through his laughter as he tapped away on a hologram distractedly. Bruce stepped forward.

"Tony, maybe this might not be the time to—“ He trailed off as he spoke through his teeth, trying his very best to get Tony to put a sock in it before the murderous team were willing to start acting not heir feelings.

“Really?! That's it? You just roll over, show your belly, every time somebody snarls.” Tony snapped and took a step closer to Bruce. Before she knew what she was doing, YN launched herself off the table and grabbed her uncles wrist, twisting it and making Tony fall quickly to his knees. She didn’t feel the way her stitches ripped a the action, or notice Giovanna running to her fathers’ defence. Tony let out a cry of pain as YN’s grip tightened.

“Ease off, Princess,” Tony grunted and she pushed him away from her as if she burned, taking a step back and crying out as pain rocketed up her body. Steve, quick to act scooped her into his arms as she fell and deposited her on the counter where she had previously sat, fixing her with a disapproving stare. She rolled her eyes, too mad to blush at the intensity of his gaze.

“YN. Sugar. Take a breath for me, okay?” He whispered, leaning against one of her knees and brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She looked up at him in sucked in a huge breath, holding it until the neon green faded from her eyes and letting it out. “Good girl.”

Oh, so now she could blush, huh?

“Only when I’ve created a murder-bot.” Bruce bit back as he pulled off the cloth on YN’s feet, checking the thread and fixing the ones which had torn. Giovanna, as mad as she was at YN for laying a hand on her father, understood and nudged Steve away before pulling up a small stool and grabbing YN’s ankle.

"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?” Tony’s voice was wild as he spoke and he ran his hands through his already messy hair once more.

“Well, you did something right. And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than SHIELD.” Steve snarled, and he looked to Giovanna who bit her lip and returned to her work. She had met The Winter Soldier in Washington while he was working under the protection of SHIELD multiple times. Her quick wit seemed to disarm him, and she had told Steve of all the interactions she had had with his one-time best friend. It was something that nobody but Steve and Giovanna really knew about— both of them taking Bucky’s man hunt too seriously and keeping it to themselves and each other. Not even YN knew much about it— both Giovanna and Steve shutting down the subject when she tried to bring it up in the kitchen or gym.

“Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?” Tony was only met with eye rolls and groans— everybody had memorized every version of the story that Tony had told he talked about it so often.

“No, it's never come up.”

“Saved New York?"

“Never heard that.”

“Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That’s—that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?” Tony’s finger that was pointing up to the sky shook, and both Giovanna and YN’s heart broke for the puffiness under his eyes and the unsteadiness of his voice. They had rarely seen him look so afraid.

“Together,” Steve said, voice soft and gentle. Tony’s eyes flashed to him and his upper lip curled with anxiety.

"We'll lose.”

“Then we'll do that together, too.” He replied and turned back to YN— now fully stitched up and looking rather exhausted. “Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us.” He continued, wordlessly scooping YN into his arms once more and sucking in a quick breath when her head fell to his shoulder, breath huffing against his neck and igniting a blossoming red over it. She was boneless in his arms, jacket still zipped tight around her as he started walking out of the room and in the direction of YN’s apartment.

“The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller.”

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They arrived shortly after and Steve jostled YN awake long enough for her to press her hand to the screen and unlock to door. It slid open smoothly and he placed her on her very soft-looking bed, pulling the heavy weighted blanket over. She only hummed nd buried herself deeper into his jacket, rubbing her nose into the collar and inhaling deeply.

“I’ll be back in the morning, take you down to the common room. I’m sure I’m not the only one who want’s too see you walking until you’re out of Cho’s machine.” His voice was an odd mixture of Captain and Steve as he pushed some hair out of her face. Her sleepy eyes opened and they looked up at him through her lashes, making his heart stutter. Fuck, he was in too deep.

“See you then, Stevie.” Her voice was distant as she pulled the blankets around her jaw and within seconds, she was asleep int he comfort of her own bed. He walked backwards out of the room, letting himself be just a little selfish and soaking her in before he walked out and shut the door behind him.

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