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officialconsultingpsycholog-blog · 7 years

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Ode to a girl and her feather pen.

Pairing: Bucky x reader Warnings: smidge of angst. Happy ending tho. Once again folks, I’m on mobile so sorry for formatting! ································································ Buck had a favorite Waitress. After awaking to chaos in Wakanda, T'Challa suggested a vacation. With Steve firmly agreeing, he and the rest of the team settled on Paris in hopes to smooth bumpy relationships, and every morning, the team went to eat at a café called Strawberry sunrise, and every morning Bucky was served by a young American girl, with bright, fire engine red hair. It was clearly dyed, but it suited her. She was always quiet, and the super soldiers where often repeating what she said so others could hear her. She had a black feathered pen stuck behind her ear and a notepad settled in the middle pocket of her yellow and blue apron. “Lover boy.” Natasha said, waving her hand in his face. He blinked, turning away from your place behind the counter, and looked to see the whole team smirking at him. “What?” He deadpanned, face beginning to heat up. “Your feelings for the young lady are obvious.” Vision said, despite Wandas elbow to the side. “You gonna make a move Barnes? Or do I get to?” Tony asked, waggling his eyebrows. Tony and Bucky still had a fairly strained relationship, but Tony was developing a soft spot for the 100 year old ex assassin. Bucky snorted and shook his head, a strand falling loose from his bun. “Whatever, I do not.” He glared at his cream cheese scone. “Is everything alright over here?” The young waitress has returned upon seeing Buckys blatant distaste suddenly towards the scone. “Is…Is the scone not good? We just made a fresh batch, maybe they’ll be better? Or we have muffins, or breakfast corssiants. Really I can get you something else.” She said hastily, clearly growing flustered at all the attention. “No, no, this is fine. Really. Just joking with the table.” Bucky smiled at her, his dimple making an appearance. She blushed and ducked her head, walking away. “Smooth, ‘40’s man.”

Sam snickered. Bucky looked down once more, grumbling. "Are you serious?! What is this, amateur hour?! I need to speak to your manager, NOW." Bucky heard a shrill voice screech, causing the restaurant to fall silent. He turned to see his waitress with red wine staining her white shirt and her blue and yellow apron. She was frozen, a deer caught in headlights, her eyes wide and watery and she nodded, disappearing for a minute and returning with a young man. The young man went over to the customer and began apologizing as his waitress began to kneel and pick up the broke wine glass, sniffling. He saw her breath catch when she looked up to see the customer snap her feathered pen and storm out of the restaurant. "What a bit-" "Are you okay?" Bucky cut Clint off, making his way over to his waitress. "Sir, please, I'm sorry for the scene but you are not obligated to help her." The young man said, motioning carelessly to his waitress. "I'd like to though. Please leave me be." Bucky replied curtly. He kneeled beside her, noticing her shaking hands as she fumbled to pick up the glass. "Doll? Are you alright?" He asked, his hand hovering over her shoulder. Her eyes flew to the snapped pen. "Yes. Thank you. I'm so sorry for causing a scene, I didn't see her purse on the floor and just tripped and fell on the glass and-" she cut off, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she quickly picked up the rest of the glass and her pen, disappearing behind a set of swinging doors. Bucky didn't see her again the next day, or the day after that. On the last day he went to the restaurant for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but to no avail. Finally, he asked another waitress. "Oh, you mean Y/N? She went home sir." The young waitress chirped. "Home?" Bucky asked. "Yes sir, back to America. She was offered an internship there for psychiatry for something big apparently." Bucks heart sank. He lost his chance. When he returned to the hotel, the team noticed his sullen mood. "What wrong Buck?" Steve asked, a hand on Buckys shoulder. "She went back home, back to America. I lost my chance." He muttered. The team fell quiet. "In happier news, Dr. Naldov found his new assistant." Tony perked, and the team quickly switches subjects, leaving Bucky to sulk. ································································ It was Buckys least favorite time of the week, his therapy appointment. He hated them. His memories should be his own, not some wackjobs who thinks Bucky can be fixed. "Bucky, right on time." Dr. Naldov said, sinking into his desk chair. Bucky looked around dully, hating the drab office. It was painted in grey and try and tan tones, ones Bucky hated. "Bucky do you mind if my new assistant comes and watches you? They are very well behaved I assure you." Dr. Naldov chuckled. "Sure doc, whatever." Bucky muttered, staring defiantly at the floor. "Miss Y/L/N? You can come in now." The doctor said. Bucky listened to the girl come around and sit in the chair across from Bucky. "James is it? It's very nice to meet you, I'm Y/F/N." He froze at your voice, hope flaring in his chest as he looked up. There you sat, your 1000 watt smile making him blink as he looked you over. It was you, it really was, and he couldn't help the smile that crept on to his face as he noticed your hair in a bun, being held together by a black feathered pen.

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