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marvelettesassemblenow · 6 days

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🩷 it's been a while since I've been there so I'm more than happy that you knew exactly what I was talking about!

Sadly I hadn't seen Steve then either, so I'll try my luck again at the end of the year. Maybe you should do too 😉

Under my Umbrella

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female Reader

Summary: On your vacation in Edinburgh you spot a lonely man sitting in the rain on a bench. You decide to give him a hot beverage

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: none I think

A/N: This takes place before Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen as did certain things in IW because who knows me, knows I only write fluff. So Steve stays and gets his happy ending.

The sun had just been shining, but now the first drops of rain were landing on the fabric of your jacket. You struggled with the mechanism of your umbrella before you finally managed to open it and even more droplets had found their way onto your skin in the meantime.

When you were more secured under the protecting fabric, you continued walking towards the pavilion that was selling hot beverages. While you were waiting in line you spotted a man sitting on a bench. He was staring at the castle (as most of the people in Edinburgh were) and didn’t seem bothered by the changed weather. His baseball cap protected his face from the rain, but that was about it. He wasn’t even dressed like most of the tourists with rain jackets and walking boots.

“Don’t mind him, he’s been here for a few days now. He’s harmless,” the vendor ripped you out of your thoughts and you realized that it was your turn to order. You ordered two hot beverages and struggled to hold the hot containers and the umbrella at the same time. You managed to arrive at the bench the man sat at with only one shoulder slightly more wet.

“Um hi, I thought you might want something to drink to warm you up. I’ve got tea or hot chocolate if you want.” Blue eyes started into yours and you almost let the paper cups slip. Wet pieces of hair came out under the cap, his beard also had some droplets of water in it, but his blue eyes were what caught your attention. “Don’t feel pressured, I just saw you sitting here in the rain and thought you’d might like something.”

“That was very thoughtful of you. I’d like the hot chocolate if that’s okay with you.” His voice was raspy as if he hadn’t used it in a while.

“Of course, I offered, right?” You tried to hold out the right cup, but lost the grip on the umbrella you had with your arm.

“Let me,” he said and when he reached out to take the umbrella and hold it over your head he was very gentle.

“Would it be okay for me to sit here and drink my tea?” you asked and he nodded and told you to wait before you sat down. He took a t-shirt out of a backpack that you hadn’t spotted under his legs and swiped the bench dry with it. You offered to share the umbrella and the man agreed under the premise that he would hold it.

It was quiet for a while until he said: “Do you know that over two million people visit the castle every year?”

“Wow, that’s a lot. But I get it, I haven’t seen something like this before. And the people here are so nice!”

This was a start of a discussion for the two of you. He provided more facts about the city and you learned that he wasn’t originally form Edinburgh too. You talked for almost an hour and the cups were empty when you had to leave.

“Thank you for the hot chocolate and the companionship,” he said when you stood up and he got up with you – still holding the umbrella.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for the nice conversation -” you stopped and noticed that you haven’t gotten his name.

“My name is Steve,” he provided.

“Farewell, Steve,” you said and took your umbrella. When you looked back you saw him sitting again in the rain and you weren’t sure if he really had a small smile on his lips or if it was your imagination.

The next day you found yourself back in princess street garden. There were a few reasons for that: 1. The castle was like a magnet, as you could see it from almost every point in town. 2. The garden was such a beautiful place! It was so green and clean, you felt relaxed walking through it. And the 3. reason was something that you had to admit was Steve. You just hoped to see him again.

Was he living there? The vendor had said he had been there for days, but he hadn't smelled or anything. On the other hand he had a backpack with clothes in it. Maybe he was an unfortunate traveler that had been stranded here? Maybe he wasn’t even there anymore and you had come for nothing. Well not nothing as you had clearly come for the view of the castle and the tea. Maybe you’d try the hot chocolate today as Steve had seemed to enjoy it.

And why on earth was your mind always going back to Steve? A guy you had talked to for not even an hour? And were your feet also carrying you faster when you saw the shade of a man with a baseball hat on a bench? You stopped by the pavilion again and ordered two hot chocolates this time.

“I’m trading a hot chocolate for a fun fact about the castle,” you said and held the cup in front of Steves face. This time you were sure there was a smile on his face as you saw it clearly.

“Above a door in the royal palace are the initials MAH engraved. They did this when Mary, queen of the Scots, gave birth to King James IV.”

“Definitely worth a cup of hot chocolate,” you held out the cup and he took it and patted the seat next to him. This time you didn’t have an excuse to sit as closely to him as it wasn’t raining. You were in the middle of a sip when a touch on your leg startled you. You looked over to Steve who pointed a finger towards the grass where a small squirrel was, before it continued its way towards the two of you. It nibbled shortly on your shoelaces before it decided it wasn’t a snack and went back to its next target.

“Did you see that?” you asked full of glee.

“I did!” he confirmed. It did seem like he just noticed that his hand was still slightly touching your leg and he removed it. “You want to take a walk with me?” he asked and you agreed.

Visiting Steve was like an unspoken rule. Just like you never asked why he was always sitting on that bench. Time with him flew and one hour turned into two. He made you laugh, he was very attentive and, on the day, when it rained again, he held the umbrella so you wouldn’t get wet while he had to duck his head.

“This is my last day here. I should be packing, but I rather saw you for the last time.” You couldn’t believe that you told him that. But there was nothing to lose, this was the last time you saw him.

“I think I have to stay a little longer, but at least I’ve got to know you.” You had reached the end of the park and looked at each. Steves skin was tinted red from the reflection of the umbrella and you had never seen someone more beautiful!

“I’ll miss our daily dates,” you almost whispered.

“I’ll miss you,” was Steves simple response. He bent forward and suddenly he pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle at first but then he put more pressure in it when you didn’t pull away. His hand was touching your face softly and his finger stroked your cheek when he put some distance between your faces.

“Stay safe, sunshine”

A few years later

“I can’t believe that we took the hard way. No one else here is out of breath!” you complained when you let yourself fall on the grass and watched the people walking the paved path while you and Steve had walked the hard way to the top of Arthurs seat to enjoy the view of Edinburgh.

“Have I told you that you look even more beautiful than the day I first saw you, sunshine?” Steve sat down so close to you, so he could put his arm behind you and you could lean against it.

“You tell me that every day,” you laughed and put your head on his shoulder.

“It’s the truth! When I saw you struggling holding all three items in your hand and the rain falling down your umbrella, a small slip of sun came through and illuminated you. I don’t call you sunshine for no reason.”

“You are a charmer. I can’t believe we’ve met that way!”

It had been two days after your farewell when you saw the news about Captain America destroying a train station in Edinburgh. It only took a few seconds of the footage until you realized that the homeless/ stranded man you had seen daily was actually Captain America who had been on the run. Months later there had been a letter in your postbox. It had been from Steve who figured out where you lived and wanted to give you the option if you wanted to see him or not.

Of course you had wanted to see him and after a lot of dates, that didn’t include a bench in the park, you moved in together and finally decided to visit the place again where it had all begun.

“It is a nice story. But I think we could leave out the part where you thought I was homeless,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to your side of the head. He was very affectionate since the two of you began dating and you were loving it. When the two of you met again in person, he had told you that he had been searching for Wanda. And while he had be sitting in the park, he had heard about all the stuff people said about the castle, so he could provide the facts he told you in exchange for the hot chocolate.

“I will never leave out that part. It is one of the best parts.” it was your favorite part because it made everyone laugh.

“My favorite part was meeting you,” he pulled you towards him until you both fell back onto the ground and kissed you. Never in your life would you have thought that you’d meet your future husband on your vacation. Not that Steve knew about your upcoming proposal. The only other person who knew was the vendor in princess street garden who would make sure that your bench wouldn’t be occupied tomorrow. But for now you would enjoy being in Steves arm.

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Of course, Bucky and Steve are each others biggest supporters!!! 💙💙

In Another Lifetime

Pairing: Steve x F Reader

Summary: SOULMATE AU - When you bought a box at a flea market you would have never guessed that it belonged to someone close to Captain America. And why was it that you suddenly knew so much about the things inside – and about Captain America?

Warnings: mentions of death, I can’t come up with anything else, but please message me if I missed something

Word Count: ~4k

A/N: someone needs to give Bucky a #1 supporter of soulmates shirt, please

The tables left and right were ignored by you as you found yourself wandering straight towards a stand at the end of the row. You didn’t know what it was, but you spotted a red box hidden under some old books. You bent down and placed the books safely down. Your fingers caressed the box lightly.

“It’s a pretty box, isn’t it,” a voice pulled you out of your trance. You nodded; your voice wasn’t ready to be heard yet. “Damn shame it is locked and we didn’t want to ruin it and break it. It’s yours for 30.”

“30 bucks for a box that might be ruined?” You pulled the box up and shook it lightly, but the soft sound that erupted from inside didn’t gave away what laid inside.

“There might be gold in it, you never know,” the guy tried his luck again. Seemed like he got rid of a lot of old things, but he himself looked like he might be in his early thirties.

“I doubt it, it’s too light for that. 15.” As he saw your interest, he pushed the price to 22. You paid him and took the box with you. You tried looking for other things but somehow your mind always came back to the item under your arm until you finally left and made your way home.

It took three weeks. Three weeks for the red box to be opened. In the meantime some new dust had settled on the golden imprinted rose on top of it. The lock had mocked you with the numbers in front of it. You tried googling how to break the lock, but you were too afraid to damage it. Next you had tried different combinations of numbers which frustrated you so much that you didn’t even look at it for five days straight until you tried the next combination. No, it finally came to you when you laid in bed.

Unable to fall asleep without trying the numbers you got out of bed. You ignored the shoes standing next to it and walked quickly over the cold floor until your feet touched the carpet. The numbers moved easier than they did when you first purchased the box, having been tried so often. When you pulled the last row to a 4 you could almost hear a light noise. You pushed the button on the side and tried to open the lid and it finally opened.

On top laid a note which you picked up softly. The handwriting was neat and there was a drawing of a small flower drawn next to it.

Sweetheart, I hope you like it. Can’t wait to see you again, S.

So, 22 Dollars for a box full of love letters then. Next came a notebook with a different handwriting inside. It looked like a journal, but you didn’t want to read in it yet, so you put it aside as well. Then you spotted a piece of silver and pulled out a bracelet under a photograph. It didn’t look like modern jewelry and it was in need of a good cleaning, but it was still beautiful. When you tried to place it around your wrist you noticed the clasp was broken. You still admired the stones for a while before you turned towards the photo. The one that was on top wasn’t recognizable. On the second one were two guys smiling at the camera. One was blonde, the other brunette. Steve and Bucky, 1944 stood on the backside. There were a few more photos mostly of the blonde guy, Steve. And then you finally figured out that you were staring at Captain America and was reading a love letter that he wrote. Shame suddenly filled you and you pushed everything into the box and closed the lid.

Maybe you would have felt better if the person who wrote this wasn’t alive anymore, but this felt like invading his privacy. The rest of the night you tried to figure out what to do until you conceived a plan and could fall asleep.

Your plan was good - in theory. But when you stood in front of the Avengers tower with your box in a bag and the guy at the reception had told you you should send your fan mail and gifts like everybody else you didn’t know what to do.

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice and you stepped automatically to the side to let the man walk by. You mumbled a sorry, but when you looked at the person who was walking past you you recognized him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I may need your help,” you said getting louder until the man finally stopped and turned towards you. “Mr. Barnes, I have something for Mr. Rogers,” you started to rush, but he interrupted you.

“There is a way for fan mail.” he said in an exhausted voice.

“No, listen. I’ll just ask and if you say no I will drop it. I bought this box on a flea market and it was locked. And I somehow managed to open it and I think it belonged to someone who was dear to Steve, ah I mean Mr. Rogers and I thought.. I thought he might want it back so it wouldn’t be somewhere where it doesn’t belong.” While you were speaking you had pulled the box out of the bag. When he saw the box he looked at your face.

“You bought it? It wasn’t given to you by your grandma or something?” he asked confused.

“Nope.”

“And your name is?” he asked and you offered it which caused his face to show confusion. “Are you busy right now or do you have a moment to spare?”

“No, I’m free now,” you answered which cause him to nod.

Suddenly he had a phone in his hand. “Jerk, where are you right now? … Might want to come to the cafeteria, there is someone and something I wanna show you. ... See you there.”

He accompanied you to the cafeteria in the second floor and asked if you wanted to something to drink which you denied. Both of you sat down at a table in an area where it wasn’t as crowded and you waited in silence.

“Hey punk, I don’t understand why you couldn’t come up,” Captain America said when he almost reached the table where you were sitting at. He stopped in his track and his voice got quieter at the end and he stared at you while you got lost in his eyes.

“You see, this young lady bought something that she thinks might be dear to you,” Bucky finally said and he looked meaningful at the item on the table. It did took a few seconds for Steve to follow his gaze and while you were still looking at him you saw that he lost a lot of color. So you started to recount the story again. While you were talking the big man in front of you took a seat and he suddenly seemed exhausted.

“Did you look inside?” he asked once you stopped.

“Yeah, but only a little bit. I figured out that it might be connected to you when I found the photos.”

“Can you open it and show me what’s inside?” the powerful voice that scolded his friend was now quiet and soft.

You pushed the box over to table towards him. “It’s yours. I didn’t want to pry and I didn’t want anybody else to find it. It seems personal. If that had been my things I wouldn’t want anybody else going through it.” His blue eyes looked at you and finally he opened slowly the box. He pulled out the bracelet and his big fingers went over the metal and stones.

“Oh I remember when you bought it,” Bucky said once a caught a glance. “You actually wanted to buy a different piece of jewelry, but I remember that she once told you she wouldn’t marry the first guy that offered her a ring. And you were just so nervous when you gave it to her and she loved it so much. I think it might have been more because it came from you and she wore it, until,” Bucky went nostalgic and you were captured by the story. Although you knew that this story didn’t have a happy end you really hoped it would.

“The clasp is still broken,” Steve’s voice said. He shortly looked through the rest of the stuff, but closed the lid – the bracelet still in his hand.

“I should go,” you said as you suddenly felt that you were interrupting something.

“Thank you, for bringing this.”

“You’re welcome. I think I’ll find my way out. Have a nice day the two of you,” you pulled on your jacket and grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the exit.

“Steve, look what I found,” Bucky's voice ripped Steve from his daydream, the bracelet that found its way back to him in his hand. The brunette shoved a tablet into the other mans face, so that Steve couldn’t avoid reading what was in front of him.

There are old tales about people who are sure they have met their loved ones in a different life. What sounds like wishful thinking might be actually true. Here are some examples:

“Buck, this is ridiculous. There it stands: Wishful thinking.” Steve pushed the tablet over the table as if it was offending him.

“But how was she supposed to know the combination? She told me it came to her. And you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the eyes! They were her eyes! Like I had to hold back so I wouldn’t tell her all my secrets. I know she was your love, but she was one of my best friends too. And you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel like she was sitting in front of you too!” His eyes stared at the ones of his best friend until Steve couldn’t take it anymore and blinked.

“I wish this was true. I miss her so much, even after all this years. But I looked her up, she’s dead now. Has been for a while.”

“Didn’t your brain process the words you just read? There stands,” his fingers tipped the now black screen forcefully, “they meet in another life. Yours might not be over, but there is no way you can convince me that I’ll think it’s a coincidence that she found the box and knew the combination. And that she brings the box here because she felt like she was invading some privacy. That is such a her thing to do. I looked her up, this is her phone number. Call her, there’s nothing you can lose here.”

“I wasn’t so sure, if you’d come,” you were greeted when you stepped into the café and spotted the person that had called you.

“Of course, I told you I’d come on the phone, didn’t I? I stick to my promises,” you said once you got rid of your jacket and put it on the stool next to you. He smirked at you when you sat down as if he was onto something you didn’t know.

“I do have a favor to ask of you,” he said once your drink was placed in front of you.

“Um, okay?” was your slow reply. What could an Avenger need from you?

“I want you to read this,” he said and his big hand placed the journal that you had found inside the box all those weeks ago in front of you.

“Why?”

“Just humor me,” he said and took a sip from the coffee that was so strong you could smell the bitterness.

“But this is personally. It seems like it belongs to Steve,” you said not still convinced. Bucky Barnes just shrugged like he didn’t care at all. “And what then? What should I do when I’ve read it.”

“You give me a call and we talk about it.”

The meeting with Bucky was strange. After he gave you the journal you stayed and talked for a while and you couldn’t help yourself but felt comfortable. You weren’t nervous to sit there and the small smirk that appeared now and then on his face only put you off a little bit.

Nevertheless, you decided to open that journal when you were home. It found its way back to you that had to count for something, right?

Who would have guessed that I’d meet the one person who was supposed to pick me up two years ago now? After everything Bucky had told me I couldn’t wait to finally meet Steve. But he had never shown up, so Bucky had to entertain me and his date – who hadn’t been amused about that and so it was only me and him getting ice cream then.

I haven't seen Bucky in almost two years so when he stood in front of me with that crocked smile, I couldn’t help myself and ran into his arms. “You’re back,” I had said relieved and took a step back to get a better look at him. I didn’t say it in his face, but I could clearly see that the war had taken its toll on him.

“Ma’am,” the tall blonde man next to Bucky had said after he had taken off his hat.

“This is Steve, the guy who made the mistake to stand you up,” Bucky introduced him.

“I’m sorry for that,” Steve had said. I wasn’t going to forgive him easily, but in the end I did. And tomorrow he’s going to take me out.

Bucky had told me all the good things Steve did and when he stood me up, he told me all the faults he had. I just had my third date with him and I can see both now. Steve admitted that it was good we hadn’t met back then, that I wouldn’t have liked him then. I asked him why and he said because he was smaller and sickly. I asked him if he had been a different person back then and when he said no, I told him he shouldn’t say such bullshit. He looked stunned when I cursed and then he laughed. Sure, Steve is attractive, I won’t lie. But I saw a picture before he was given the serum and he was just as handsome back then. He is healthy now, which is the most important thing, but his smile stayed the same. Sometimes he is really shy, then he is really cheeky and … I think I really like him. Not that I think I’ll tell him soon. I think Bucky has a hunch, but I’ll guess we’ll see.

I don’t think I like Steve. I think know that I’m in love with him. The moment I realized? When he told me that they have to leave again soon. And when I looked in his eyes I’m sure I saw my own emotions reflecting in them. I can’t I don’t know I don’t want to be left behind! It’s only been a few months, but I’m so sure about Steve. Part of me loves that he is so loyal and part of me hates it! He promised he’ll come back to me.

He asked me if I wanted to marry him. I told him no. Not because I don’t love him, I do! And I know he loves me. He told me so himself, but I don’t want to be married before he ships out again. I do want it when we both want it, not because he has to leave in 2 days. I told him he should come back to me and I’ll marry him then.

I miss him!

A package has arrived, I’m afraid to open it

It’s still sitting on my desk, staring at me. I think I’ll open it now.

It almost felt like the red box. And you somehow knew what was in the package. And how anxious she was to open it and the relief she felt when she finally opened it and it wasn’t some notification that Steve wouldn’t come back home to her. But how did you know that?

You decided to sleep before you would message Bucky. You suggested to meet at the coffee shop again, but Bucky said you were more than welcome to come to the tower.

This time there was no trouble going up as Bucky met you in the foyer and led you towards the elevator. You were surprised when you went up and up as you had expected to go to the cafeteria again. The door of the elevator opened and a nice voice told Mr. Barnes that he had reached his destination. You were too stunned to look around and followed Bucky into an open kitchen, but stopped once you spotted Steve in the kitchen. He had obviously waited for your arrival as he was sitting on a stool that was facing the way you were coming from.

“Hey, do you want coffee?” he asked and you were only able to nod. You probably would have said yes to anything he offered.

“I hope its okay that Steve is here too.” You heard Bucky's voice – you had almost forgotten that he was also there.

“Of course, I mean you live here,” you rambled. “Why do I know that the package was full of chocolate and a sketch?” you suddenly said when Steve pushed a mug in your direction. The two super soldiers were clearly startled.

“Come again?” Steve croaked.

“I read the journal and it stopped when she was about to open the package and there wasn’t any clue about what was in it. So why do I know that it had chocolate bars in it? And a sketch of a woman in it? How do I know this? How do I know that she was so afraid to open it because she thought you were dead?” Tears were in your eyes as if you were feeling the emotions and there was a light sheen in Steve’s eyes too. “I just don’t understand it. I’ve never seen any of the stuff before. I’ve never even heard about that there was someone special in your live, so how do I know that?” One tear managed to slip down your eye and a tissue was held in front of you. You thanked Bucky and dabbed your cheek.

“I don’t know,” was Steve’s quiet reply. ”Do you, uhm, know what was on that sketch?”

“It must have been a sketch of her. And on the other side was a drawing of a ring.”

“Okay, I’ll just say what I think,” Bucky's voice interrupted the intense staring between Steve and you. “I think you are soulmates. I’ve read a lot about it the last weeks and there are people who believe that people who are so much in love that they find each other again in their next life. And I thought about it and I know this sounds strange, but... I’ve known her back then and you have so much in common with her. It’s not just the eyes that are the exact same eyes, but your character. And I see how the two of you look at each other.”

“Soulmates?” Your voice showed your doubt.

“He’s been bugging me with this for weeks now, and I never believed his words. But he might be on to something. I don’t know how else you should know, these are things nobody else knew. And I do feel something.”

“Okay, let's just say that this is real and you’re right. I do want someone to want to be with me, not because I remind them of someone.”

“Well, then we get to know you,” Bucky decided and sat down next to you which was still in front of Steve. You were a bit confused, but it didn’t take long to figure out why Bucky was so persistent. It was because Steve wasn’t. Bucky kept the conversation rolling – every time it started to get silent, he brought up something new or asked you a question, told you something about their youths. And it worked because once Steve started to talk, he didn’t stop and Bucky got quieter.

“I’m hungry, I’ll get us some food. Anything specific you want?” He suddenly asked and after telling him you weren’t picky you didn’t really notice when he left. You liked talking to Steve and soon you switched from the kitchen chairs towards a big couch where both of you kind of gravitated towards each other. When Bucky came back with the food, he gave you yours and told you he’d eat in his room.

It got late and you didn’t notice the time until you had to switch on the light because it got so dark you couldn’t see Steve’s smile anymore. You told him you had to go as you had to go to work in the morning and as the gentleman Steve was, he offered to walk you home.

“I’d really like to see you again,” you said when you stood in front of your apartment door.

“I’d like that too,” Steve said and for a short moment you thought he would kiss you, before his lips settled on your cheek. “I’ll call you,” he said before he walked away.

You’ve heard that line a few times before. Sometimes it took days before you got your call, sometimes it never came. But now you got your call from an unknown number 15 minutes later. Usually you wouldn’t have accepted it, but a slight simmer of hope told you it was Steve.

“Hi, I couldn’t wait. Are you free this Thursday evening? I have to leave on Friday, but I really want to see you before that,” he said and almost sounds out of breath.

One date became two then three and then you stopped counting. Suddenly you got flowers delivered with little notes that showed you he thought of you when he was out of town. Little things of him were now in your apartment and there was always an extra pair of comfortable pants when you came over.

“Hey Buck, where’s Steve?” you greeted him when you stepped onto their shared floor in the tower. The friendly voice started greeting you with your name now too.

“He’s still in a meeting. I hope it doesn’t take long, Steve’s supposed to cook tonight,” he said and looked up from the book he was reading.

“I’ll change and take over for him,” you offered and Bucky looked a bit happier. It didn’t take long for you to figure out that Bucky was an easy man to please. Most of the time he was happy when you offered him food.

But Steve was even easier to please. A big smile found its way on his face when he came home and found you in his kitchen, joking with Bucky while both of you were busy preparing food. Once he might have been jealous of his best friend, but he knew that he was just a friend for you. And he was glad that the two of you got along great and Bucky started to become more of the person he once was. But he knew there was no need for him to get jealous when you finally looked up and your face told him that he was your favorite person.

And he knew he should hurry with the new sketch of a ring. But he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted it to match you. And while he knew you’d be happy with anything, even no ring, he wanted only the best for you. And that would never change.

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 months

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Being cat parents with Bucky is the dream! He would spoil you and the cat! Thank you so much, I'm happy you enjoyed it!!!

The Keychain

Pairing: Bucky x F Reader

Summary: When you asked your best friend Steve if Bucky would have liked you if you had known them before the war you didn’t know that you’d find out. Because Bucky was still alive and Steve would bring his friend back home, where you would gave anything to make him feel welcome.

Warnings: swearing, someone touches reader without consent (briefly mentioned) and reader is violent afterwards, a bad joke about Bucky's fall from the train

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This is the 3rd rewrite of this story. I actually wanted it to be way differently and wanted it to follow Civil War, but... this came out instead and is completely different than it should have been and also: why didn’t I include Alpine before this??

Steve was quiet next to you and then he did a double take when he saw what was sitting on your head. “I thought we didn’t want to raise attention?“ he asked.

“We are at the Captain America exhibition, so I think I’ll blend in just fine with my cap,“ you tipped the logo of your new purchase.

“Where did you even get that?“ Steve asked bewildered.

“They sell Captain America merchandise here. I even got something else, but I’ll show you later. Where do we want to start?“ Steve and you walked through the exhibition for a while. You stood extra long at the panel dedicated to Steve’s childhood friend and the tall blonde next to you looked sentimental. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it to show him he wasn’t alone and it pulled him out of his thoughts.

“This made it look like it was just a piece of cake. But I remember how it felt to not know if you find a place to sleep at night or if you have to sleep in the mud again. When you think you’ll never get dry again,“ he said finally when you walked past the part about WWII. You came into a movie room and when you saw Peggy Carter on the screen and Steve visible swallowing you announced that you had to go to the bathroom and would pick him up to give him some time.

Steve found you sitting on a stool and asked if you were ready to go. You nodded and you made your way to the exit. You walked to the subway and when you sat in the uncomfortable seats you opened your bag and pulled out a postcard and handed it to Steve. “It’s not like the original photo, but I thought you might like it.” He took the paper from your hand and was quiet for a while. “I can’t even remember when this was taken,” he admitted and looked at a younger Steve and his smiling friend.

“Do you think Bucky would have liked me?” you asked suddenly and Steve laughed.

“What makes you ask that?”

“Well you’re my best friend and he was your best friend then, so I wonder if we would have gotten along if the three of us would have been at the same time,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Oh, I bet Bucky would have liked you a little bit too much. I bet I would have to threaten him every day and remind him that you’re my friend.” When he saw your questioning gaze he continued and nudged your side with his elbow. “Because you’re pretty. Also since when am I your best friend? What about Nat?”

“Don’t tell her,” you laughed. “But I’m glad you approved, because now I don’t feel so weird to put this on my bag.” Two keychains were pulled out of your bag before you fastened them on it. They were little replicas of Steve and Bucky. “Well I have to show support to my best friend and also I couldn’t pull them apart,” you mumbled the last part and Steve put one big arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

When Steve found out that Bucky was still alive and he finally found him and brought him around it was many years later. The bag where the keychains once hang was exchanged but you still kept the two tokens even though Steve was missing a foot and Bucky's nose was lost. They kind of became your good luck charm and you wouldn’t get rid of them even though you had to endure much teasing from Sam.

“I just don’t get why you don’t have a falcon one,” he said once he saw the two figures swinging when you walked by his side.

“Oh, don’t be mad. You’re still my background on the phone,” you said and pulled it out to prove him you didn't tell a lie.

“Oh come on, how did you even get a picture of that?” You quickly pressed the phone against you and chuckled.

“You know that there were security cameras? And you didn’t think that I would forget the time you flew into a wall, right?” you smirked. You and Sam teased each other a lot but you knew he had your back just like you knew he had yours. “So, do we have to get anything else?” you looked at the list in your hand and at the stuff in your cart.

“I think that’s it. Still not sure if they appreciate this though,” Sam gave his input and took the cart from you and walked into the direction of the checkout.

“Maybe, but Steve said that Bucky is doing better. And Steve has been gone for a while and so maybe he doesn’t want to join this little get together, but it shows that we welcome him with open arms,” you explained while following Sam.

You did spend a lot of work into preparing everything for Steve's and Bucky's arrival. Even if it didn’t look like it but you prepared food which would be way too much, just so you had anything to do. You had grabbed drinks and made cupcakes. You didn’t decorate anything as you didn’t want to overwhelm the newest arrival. FRIDAY announced Steves arrival and you couldn’t help yourself and stopped cleaning the dishes, wiped your hands on your shirt and made your way over to the entry.

You ran down the last stairs when you spotted the car and Steve getting out and ran into his arms. His arms closed around you and you inhaled the smell that you had missed for the last months. “I am so glad that you are back,” you mumbled into his chest and pressed him a little bit more against you. “Are you okay?” you asked when you stepped back and looked at him.

“I’m good,” he smiled at you and you nodded. You heard a car door closing and finally noticed the second person standing there. Steve introduced both of you with your names and you waved at him as you were still standing on the other side of the car and didn’t want to overstep anything.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” you smiled at him. “We prepared a little get together, nothing fancy just some food and drinks. If you want to you’re very welcome to join us. If you’d prefer to eat on your own I can prepare a plate for you. But wait, let me just show you to your room.”

“Calm down,” Steve said and put an arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry,” you squeaked.

“Which room did Bucky get?” Steve asked and let go of you and waited for his old pal to join him.

“The one next to you, I thought it would be the best option,” you answered.

“But that,” Steve started but you interrupted him and told him you had already moved to the room next to Wanda.

“The walls are still in my color, but I thought you wanted to decided what colors you want so I didn’t want to paint it twice. We picked some furniture, but if you want to change anything or want to add anything don’t hesitate to ask. And if I ever need to shut up don’t hesitate to tell me. I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“Thank you, I think I’ll like it just fine,” were the first words Bucky spoke to you. You gifted him another smile before the three of you entered the building.

You were about to tell them they could bring their stuff into their rooms before you would eat dinner, but you stopped in your track. “You’ve got to be kidding me?! Just once I want you to make a nice impression and you raid my food before they even arrived? It looks like a mess here, do you know how long I stood in the kitchen for this?”

Sam tried to look even remorseful and Nat mumbled a silent sorry, while Clint just stuffed his face and half of it landed on his shirt. You noticed that Wanda tried to put the food back together on the plates so it wouldn’t look like a hoard of pigs had just walked through it. Tony just mumbled that it was delicious while he was munching on a piece of bread and Rhodey agreed. You took a deep breath before you turned around and saw Steve with a big smile on his face. “Nice to see nothing has changed,” he grinned. “You ready to meet the group, or do you want to eat in your room?” The last question was pointed at Bucky.

“First seeing the room, then dinner here?” he asked more of a question and Steve agreed and pulled him into the right direction. You tried to put together at least a plate for each of the guys.

“This is a lot to take in,” Bucky said when it was just Steve and him on his way to his new quarters.

“I know, it does take a while to get used to it, but they mean really well. And she’s just nervous meeting you. She had heard so much about you, I think she might be afraid that you won’t like her,” Steve said and showed Bucky his room. There was a bed and some more furniture. A desk, a stool, a TV on the wall, a bathroom connected to the room, a dresser that was already part of the room and he noticed a moving box in the corner of the room. Both of the super soldiers just put down their stuff before they made their way back to the others.

You didn’t waste a second to press a plate in each of their hands and Tony took the time to introduce himself. “There are a few rules here, nothing to drastic. The floors are all under video surveillance, the rooms where you stay in aren't. But FRIDAY, the AI that I had the pleasure to make, is still available there. Just ask her if you need anything. Kitchen is for everyone, so label your stuff if you really want to have it for yourself.”

“That’s a lie, if you really want it keep it in your room. I’m Wanda,” a young woman came towards Bucky and waved at him.

“What else? We have a gym that you can use any time, you can walk everywhere on the compound, but we ask you to stay here as we haven’t really figured out the whole Winter Soldier thing. Shouldn’t take long though,” Tony continued and Bucky's face showed discomfort.

“Also if you want to bring someone over for the night make sure they really leave. That means you have to bring them to the gates and see them out. Very important,” you contributed and you heard a loud laugh behind you which caused your face to turn angry.

“I didn’t think that was funny either,” Steve said with a sour expression.

“None of us did,” Natasha added and introduced herself next to Bucky, who couldn’t get a break to eat. “Sam here had someone over for the night. And she said goodbye, left his room and wanted to go to Steves then.” She explained for Bucky.

You piped in. “But she got to my room instead and let me tell you, I screamed so hard when some girl started to grope me in the middle of the night. Then she chimed in.”

“At least she got to see Steve in his boxers, because he stormed inside the room to see if everything was okay. We had to escort her out of the compound,” Natasha continued.

“Let’s not forget about Clint who came running in butt naked,” Tony chimed in and a lot of groaning erupted in the room.

“Hi, I’m Clint and I like to sleep naked,” Clint waved from his place on the couch with a chicken leg in his hand.

“And this sounds like we’re in a self-help group,” you groaned. “So welcome Bucky, I’m so glad we made a very good first impression.”

But to everybody's surprise Bucky just chuckled and started eating. This reminded him of something that he couldn’t really place just yet. But somehow the word home wandered through his mind. A woman trying to put her children in their place.

A few days had passed since then. You didn’t see much of Bucky, which also meant you didn’t see Steve as much as you’d like to. You missed having his room next to yours as you often talked in the evening before going to bed. You walked to your old room and knocked. It took a while until Bucky opened the door and revealed himself in some sweats and a hoodie.

“Hey,” you smiled at him. “I think there might still be a box of me here.” You had finally put away all of your stuff when you noticed that your pictures were missing.

“Yeah, it’s still in the corner. Sorry, I should have come around and brought it to you,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll carry it to your room,” he offered and grabbed the box with ease before he followed you down the hall to another wing.

“Would you mind helping me putting these on?” you asked when you reached your room and opened the door.

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky replied and couldn’t help but to feel relieved that someone acted normal with him. Sure he had heard a lot about you with you being close friends with Steve, but there was still this voice inside his head that told him people would avoid him because of all the things he had done. It was no struggle at all with Bucky being taller than you to get the pictures where you wanted them. You noticed Bucky looking longer at the one of you and Steve on the day you went to the Captain America Exhibition.

“Tonight is movie night, if you want to join us,” you offered after you stepped back from pushing the left side of the picture of the team a little bit up. “I don’t actually know what we’re watching. We all put some suggestions in a bowl and pick one each time. It’s nothing fancy, everyone is in sweats or pj’s and a little bit of banter. But some came back from a mission today and we do these kind of things when we don’t want to be alone. Feel free to come.”

Bucky said he would think about it and said his goodbye before he left your room and walked back to his.

When he entered the movie room, he was baffled that such a thing even existed and a hand full of people were already there. There was actually a projector and a white wall in front of the big room. The walls were covered with heavy curtain and there were a few couches, seats and a love seat which looked big and inviting. Bucky walked towards it but stopped suddenly when you turned up in front of him. “You’re here,” he picked up the happiness in your voice. “Here’s a fair warning: This seat is for cuddling. There’s an unspoken rule. Sit on this seat and someone will join you and cuddle with you. No explanation or anything needed. So be prepared.” With a last smile you walked back to Steve and Nat with whom you’ve been talking to before. He actually doubted someone would join him, but he didn’t want to risk it and sat down on a seat instead with his legs sprawled in front of him.

It didn’t take long for the room to fill and he saw that you had taken a seat on the one he wanted to take first. He wondered if you’d have sit down if he had been there first. Instead he saw Natasha joining you and not long after that even Wanda. It seemed a bit crowded, but non of you seemed to mind. “Okay, hurry up. I have a mission tomorrow, I don’t want to go to bed late,” he heard your voice.

“You sound like an old woman,” Clint gave his input. “This is normally something Steve would say.”

“Yeah, but Steve isn’t going on this mission. Just me and the rookies,” you answered and watched as Sam picked up a piece of paper from a glass bowl on the side of the room.

“Mean Girls? Seriously? Who put this movie in there?”

“Whoop whoop, put it on, Sammy,” you hollored and Wanda snickered. Bucky thought the movie was dumb and a waste of time, but then he heard you laughing and he thought it wasn’t so bad at all. Natasha had actually fallen asleep and you quickly pushed a pillow behind her back when you stood up to go to bed.

The next three months you were quite busy. You were mostly on missions with the rookies and they got on your nerves. On the rare days you were home you trained with Sam, you had a coffee date with Steve and Bucky even tagged along (you managed to get him out of the compound with the promise of you and Steve watching him), you even had a girls night with Natasha and Wanda. And Bucky missed you! It wasn’t that the others were unfriendly or anything. They were nice, tried to include him as much as they could – or as much as he let them. But you made it kind of easier to let him in.

Bucky got his clearance two days ago and he couldn’t wait for you to hear the news. He knew that you’d be happy for him and he couldn’t wait to finally do something. But when you came back you had an aura around you that took him a while to figure out what it was. He had never seen you angry, that’s why it took him so long. “What happened?” Steve asked and forgot to put the rest of his sandwich in his mouth when he saw you in distress. The attention of all four Avengers in the room was on you.

“I am suspended,” you huffed.

“What?” Natasha asked while Sam could only mutter an “You?”

“Do you want to sit down?” Bucky asked and pointed at a stool next to him.

“No, I don’t want to sit down. I don’t want to calm down, I am angry as fuck. And while I might haven’t acted really professional I still think it was deserved.”

“Do you want to tell us what happened or do I need to put in a little research?” Natasha asked.

“I kicked a rookie in the face,” you sat and took a deep breath and then the adrenaline started to wear off. “Oh gosh, I kicked a fucking rookie in the face.”

“Did he deserve it?” Natasha asked.

“Why did you kick him in the face?” asked Steve.

“Are you okay?” was all Bucky could ask.

You shrugged your shoulders and finally took the place next to Bucky. “We just finished the mission and waited for the trucks to pick us up. I was standing at the side and took a breather and then that asshole came up to me and told me I looked tense and that he had a few technics for me that would help me let loose,” you huffed loudly. “Who says shit like that? Anyway, he touched me and I told him if he wouldn’t stop I’d kick him in the face. Not my brightest moment, but I was still pumped from the mission and got a little mad.”

“Was it the kick I showed you?” Natasha was like a proud mother when you nodded. You told them that you were suspended until the hearing and that the rookie was still allowed to train, because you were his superior and the hearing would be in two days. You walked to your room and the others waited until they picked up a conversation.

“We’re not letting him get away with this, are we?” Sam asked.

“The friend side of me says of course not. But the captain side of me says that we could compromise her hearing.” Steves phone beeped just in that moment and he told his three friends that he was asked to supervise the training next day as you weren’t allowed to. “Maybe I could bring a few friends to training. And I mean if I’d be super busy at the other end of the gym I wouldn’t see if someone would talk some sense into another person.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’ve showed me this gym. I think I should take a look at it,” Bucky said.

“And we haven’t seen the progress in a while, right Nat. We should really take a look how far the guys and girls have come. We only need to get the name of the guy, but that shouldn't be a problem.”

“Great, so tomorrow at 7. Oh and Bucky, don’t use the metal arm,” Steve said, pushed himself from the table, nodded at his friends and made his way to your room to check if you were really okay.

Next day four Avengers were on a mission. Their own one. 6:45 they met at the entrance of the building where they lived to make their way over to the complex where the new recruits were training and living. It was rare these days that Steve came over for training. And even rarer that he had Sam and Nat with him. But when someone saw the glistening of Buckys hand they stopped in their tracks. Nobody knew that he was an Avenger now. Most of them hadn’t seen him around or even knew that he was on the complex.

They walked into the gym while Steve walked into the middle of the room the others stayed back at the wall. “See, I only helped us getting better training. Captain America hasn’t even come to our training once before.” Steves super hearing could pick up on the whisper and he shared a look with Bucky who had also heard what that guy was saying.

“Asshole thinks he didn’t do anything wrong, he just brags that he got better training now,” he mumbled to Sam and Nat. And then he heard something else. “Okay, change of plans. Nat, I’ll give you the honor. I would love nothing more that to show that piece of shit a lesson, but it seems like he isn’t really fond of woman showing him how to fight. So it would be more humiliating when you bring him to the mat, right?”

“Oh, it would be my honor,” the smile on the spys face was devious.

When you put on your formal clothes the next day you didn’t know that your team got out of its way to get a message across. But you weren’t so surprised when you saw a lot of them waiting for you. Steve would accompany you as your superior and Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Sam and Bucky would walk with you as moral support. You were quiet on your way and Sam pressed your shoulder before you walked into the room where usually briefings were held.

The hearing wasn’t actually that long and you were one of the last people who left the room along with the blonde super soldier. “Let’s go to the living quarters,” the Captain said without giving away the outcome of the conversation that had just taken place in the room. There were too much people standing around and so they walked back while flanking you.

As soon as the door closed behind them Sam asked if you could finally share what had been discussed.

“Well, he has to leave for one. It was the second complaint against him and he won’t be a part of the team anymore. I also noticed that he had a new shiner in his face, coincidence?” you asked.

“Well, his defense is shit. So the loss isn’t so big,” Natasha just shrugged.

“And I won’t work with the rookies for a while. They weren’t as mad as I thought they would be and they told me I could have handled it a bit better and they had to make an example. I’m not mad,” you shrugged, but in reality a burden was lifted from your shoulder. “So, guess I’m stuck with you for a while.”

“Oh that’s good, cause we got to keep our new teammate in check,” Steve said and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh you didn’t hear the news? Cyborg is an avenger now,” Sam piped in.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Bucky said with an eyeroll, but he didn’t miss the smile that was slowly stretching on your face.

"Barnes, what is that?” Tonys question let you raise your head.

“What is what?” Bucky answered really confused and let his gaze follow where Tonys finger was pointing at. “Oh no, I told you to stay outside,” Bucky grumbled once he spotted the white cat that seemed to be following him.

“We’re not a,” Tony stopped and turned around when he heard the noise of a can that had been opened. He wasn’t the only one listening closely as the ears of the cat were also high in the air. “Oh no, don’t you dare.”

“It lives on the compound and it kind of follows me every time I see it,” Bucky tried to explain the animal that was now hiding behind a couch and tried to get a glimpse at whatever you were doing.

You pushed the plate that was now filled with tuna towards Bucky who looked at you with an confused expression. “Feed it,” you said simply.

“Does anyone listen to me here? We don’t adopt strays here,” Tony tried to reason with you.

“You adopted us. And it isn’t a stray, it already lived on the compound. It just wants a little bit of warmth and food,” you tried to give him the puppy eyes and Tony left – not without throwing his arms in the air and mumbling something along the lines of what he did to deserve all of that. But with Tony gone it didn’t take much persuasion for the cat and before Bucky could place the plate on the floor the cat jumped up on the counter. It looked warily at the both of you before it decided it could sniff at the food and then it didn’t take long until the cat inhaled the tuna. “We’re going to keep it, right? If we can get it to use a litter box Tony can’t say anything against it.”

You were already on the phone scrolling through pages of cat stuff. “We need a name. And need to figure out if it’s a male or female. I already added cat food to the cart, we still need to decide what kind of cat beds we want,” you rambled and rambled while Bucky wasn’t sure if he should watch the cat or you. “We’re going to be the best cat parents ever. And I know the others will love it also,” your eyes sparkled and Bucky felt so lost in that moment without knowing why exactly.

It didn’t take long for the cat to gain a fan club. Sure, there were also a few haters, but the fuzzy animal had most of them wrapped around its little paw. It turned out to be a boy and Bucky named him Alpine. Alpines favorite place to sleep was Bucky’s bed or yours and Sam’s sock drawer for some weird reason, but Sam hated it. Which was just another plus in Bucky's opinion.

“Why the long face?” Natasha asked when you walked into the jet for your next mission.

“I lost Bucky,” you said with a frown on your face. Natasha pointed behind you where Bucky stood to see you off. “No, my good luck charm. I’ve had Bucky and Steve for years and now theres only Steve left with a lose keychain next to him. Feels like bad luck.”

“And like a déjà vu,” Nat mumbled and you slapped her arm. You walked back down the ramp where Bucky stood with Alpine on his arm.

“You didn’t say goodbye, sweetheart,” Bucky mumbled, his voice still heavy from sleep. You scratched Alpine under his chin and the cat started to purr.

“You were both still asleep and I won’t be long. Two days tops, so I didn’t want to wake you,” you replied. You had looked for Bucky, but when Friday told you he was still asleep you didn’t want to wake him. Sleep was rare for him these days. Bucky had started calling you sweet pet names and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that erupted in your stomach every time he called you one.

“Be careful,” he said and kissed your cheek. That was new!

“And you take care of our son,” you say, gave Alpine a last scratch before you walked back into the jet.

“Was that a kiss I spotted?” Natasha sing sang.

“And aren’t you super annoying this morning? Can we just start this mission?”

“I was just surprised, that’s all. Buckle up, fellow traveler.”

"For the last time, it is not the fault of some misplaced good luck charm,” Natasha grumbled.

“I didn’t misplace it, it fell off. And why do our missions turn sour since then? Your shoulder, Clints black eye, my wrist,” you started your list.

“Clint doesn’t count, this idiot is full of injuries all the time. And we just need more practice and be more careful. You also need to practice more with Steves shield, then you won’t have the problem with the wrist anymore when you try to catch it. Steve will meet us in the training room so we can work on that,” Natasha said and pulled you along.

“Good morning, ladies,” you heard Bucky's voice, but when you looked up you stopped in your track. This was not the Bucky you knew. Your mouth opened and closed but no words came out of it.

“Looking good, Barnes,” Natasha nodded at him and pulled you further towards the gym.

“See and that is the next tragedy. When did he cut his hair?” you finally said after a few more steps.

“You like the long hair better?” she asked you and opened the door for you.

“Yeah, no, I don’t know. He just doesn’t look like my Bucky now,” you shrugged and realized what you just had said. “Doesn’t really make any sense, does it?”

“It makes more sense than you know,” Natasha patted your arm and walked towards Steve.

Bucky didn’t know if you liked the new haircut or not. You also didn’t know the reason behind it and the surprise would take a few days. It was no secret that you were devasted that you lost one half of your keychains. So Steve and Bucky came up with a plan and for that Bucky needed his old haircut back. The both of them had managed to get their old outfits and posed a ridiculous long time in a cabin for some fancy 3D printer which would do a replica of him and Steve so they could make a keychain of it and give it to you.

But now Bucky was insecure. You hadn’t commented on the haircut, but you had definitely noticed it. But was it a good reaction or a bad one?

He was sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand to read some news when he heard the noise that alerted him to people getting nearer. Alpine who was laying on his feet raised lazily his head, which meant his other favorite person was around. You let yourself fall next to his feet and the cat who walked over to your lap to get a few extra pets. Suddenly you chuckled.

“Buck, are you wearing pink socks?” You thought maybe there was an accident and someone else socks had found their way in his drawer.

“Yeah, of course. It’s Wednesday and on Wednesday we wear pink,” he said with an earnest expression and looked at you with a gaze that asked you if there was any problem. “I wear them every Wednesday.” This caused you to laugh. Not the I-make-fun-of-you-laugh, but a full belly laugh of glee. Who would have thought that Bucky Barnes, the ex Winter Soldier, would wear pink socks because you had made him watch a teen movie months ago.

“Never change, Buck,” you stood up, plopped Alpine on his old place and kissed Bucky's cheek before you walked to your room.

“Did I tell you about the day that she went with me to the Smithsonian?” Steve said when he sat down next the cat, who just wanted his peace and jumped from the couch to find a quiet place.

“Not sure, why?" Bucky replied and put his feet on the ground.

“She asked me if you would have liked her. And I said probably too much and that I had to threaten you, because she was my pretty friend,” Bucky was about to say something when Steve put up his hand to show him he wasn’t done talking. “But you are also my friend and I think both of you are quite dumb, so here’s my unwanted advice. Go for it. She likes you, you like her, you both smile so much around each other and you even own a cat together. Take her on a date.” Bucky wasn’t so sure, what he should reply to that. “And I would add that part that I’d beat you up if you treat her wrong, but I know she has a mean kick. Maybe I’d hold you back,” Steve shrugged and turned on the TV as if he hadn’t turned Bucky's world upside down just now.

“There is a nice little place on the compound behind the forest with wildflowers. It’s actually where I saw Alpine for the first time. Do you think she would like a picnic there?” Bucky said after a while.

“I think she would love that,” Steve answered honestly.

“Okay, I’ll ask her,” Bucky jumped up. If he didn’t ask you now, he didn’t know if he would do it again. He quickly walked over to your room and knocked on the door. You didn’t open it and he tried again until he heard you yelling to wait. When you finally opened the door he knew why it took you so long. You clearly just came out of the shower and had rushed to get dressed. “Where’s the fire?” you asked.

“There is this nice place I want to take you. It’s here on the compound actually and I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date there with me,” the words tumbled from Bucky's mouth and he wasn’t sure if he had called it a date or not.

“Yeah, I’d like to go on a date with you. Will you pick me up? Tomorrow?” Bucky agreed and he couldn’t wait for the next day.

He woke up early and walked towards the meadow to bring a blanket and a pillow so you wouldn’t have to sit on the hard ground and a basket filled with food and drinks. He was giddy and he was actually too early, but it was no problem as you were also ready. When the two of you made your way outside you saw that Alpine accompany you.

The weather was nice, the sun was shining but it wasn’t so hot. When you reached the destination, you were only a little bit surprised that Bucky had already prepared something. Alpine was chasing some mice and the white fur could be spotted between the wildflowers. “This is nice,” you said when you put down the blanket and sat down. You refused to sit on the pillow if Bucky had to sit on the floor.

You noticed that Bucky sometimes wanted to put his hair behind his ear, only to grab the air because he didn’t get used to the short hair and you had to ask. “Why did you cut it?”

“Funny that you ask today, sweetheart. Actually, the reason arrived today and I have to admit that it was Steves idea and it’s not a present from me but from us.” He pulled a little box out of the basket.

You didn’t waste any time to open it and your breath hitched. “What is this?” you asked and pulled out the keychain. You held a little Bucky and Steve in your hand, joined through the hand that Steve had put on Bucky's shoulder and it was only one keychain. There was no way that you would put this on your bag again, this was way too precious. “Did you even... is that your old uniform? This is so nice, thank you,” you grabbed his hand, full of emotion that you couldn’t express.

“Do you know that this is the place where I saw Alpine for the first time?” Bucky said after you put your new keychain carefully back in the box.

“No, I don’t think I know this story. So, this is a special place then?” you asked when you laid back Bucky felt the warmth your body radiated when you were so close to him.

“It is indeed,” he said and looked at you. As if the cat knew that he was part of the topic he came over and sniffed at the basket. You rolled over to your side and looked up at Bucky who watched the little feline until he closed the basket.

“It could be also the place where we had our first kiss,” you said boldly and Bucky's gaze fell from the cat to you in a millisecond. “If you want to, that is,” you added with a small smile on your lips. Lips that Bucky wanted to kiss, but he was a little bit shocked from your boldness. You were about to say something else when you couldn’t because Bucky's lips were pressed against yours. Careful somehow and when you put your free hand on his neck and his arm settled around your waist.

“Definitely a special place,” he said before he captured your lips again. After a while you parted and Bucky started talking again. “So, this is the place where Alpine decided to be a part of our family and the place of our first kiss and maybe it could also become the place where you agreed to be my girlfriend?”

“I think that could be arranged, boyfriend,” you said and placed your head against his chest and he kissed your forehead.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you heard Bucky mumble and saw Alpine climbing his leg until he decided that the spot right between you and Bucky was special enough for a nap. You smiled and pressed yourself a little bit more against your now boyfriend and he sighed pleased. A nap didn’t sound so bad right now.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 10 2024:

Just hold me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @grimoire-girls-blog💚

On my nerves (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justkending💚

Imagine (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunflowerrosewood💚

Under my umbrella (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow💚

There you are sweetheart (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @callmissrogers💚

For you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @callme-lana-q💚💙

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @thewritergremlin-rae 💚

Hide out part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚

All I gave you is gone (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove💙

Late night snack (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantbarnessdoll❤️

Steve comes home from his mission (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier💚

Hate you part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @scifinerd1818❤️

A first goodbye (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whateveriwant💙

Hummingbird part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @thezombieprostitute💚

The gemini part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup💚

There goes my life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513❤️

Failure (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chennqingg💚

Afterglow (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @assembletheimagines💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrsbuckybarnes1917❤️

Hide out part 3.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚

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The weather is almost like christmas time, so this read fit. It was cute and I loved that he still liked her after he lost his memory and that she bonded with Bucky in the meantime. It was such a cute read!

Summary: Thor's magic wreaks havoc on Steve's memory and your relationship!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger/Powered!reader

Word Count: 2,660

Warnings: mostly fluff, mild angst, memory loss, mistletoe!

A/N: @buckys-wintersoldier thanks for listening to me complain about this all day!

It had been an accident, but you were convinced that the innocent mistake was going to ruin your Christmas, and possibly the rest of your life. Thor had dropped by the compound to flex his muscles and herd some escaped convicts from Agsard who had sought refuge in midgard. Steve, Tony and Bucky had offered to help, letting the rest of the Avengers and you continue to work on your own tasks and pick up the slack. They made it back home without a scratch, but Thor’s exuberance and bluster lead to a small bolt of lightning breaking off from Mjölnir’s strike, hitting Steve unexpectedly in the face. He hadn’t even had time to grab his shield from Bucky’s arm during the commotion.

Steve woke up flat on his back with you, Bucky and Thor leaning over him worriedly. You stroked his face gently as his eyes fluttered open, a wave of relief washing over you. It would definitely take more than a single bolt of lightning to defeat Captain America!

Steve groaned and looked around, his vision adjusting slowly to his surroundings. “What happened?”

He caught sight of Bucky on his left. “Buck?”

“Hey bud, how you feeling?” Bucky asked him gently.

“Like someone punched me in the face.” He scrunched his eyes shut and shook his head from side to side to clear the fog from his brain.

“Steve?” You put a hand on his chest.

Steve sat up, looking at you with intrigue. “Sorry, ma’am. I hope I didn’t startle you.”

“Ma’am?” you asked, surprised by the way he spoke to you.

“Did you call an ambulance, Bucky?” Steve asked.

Bucky frowned at Steve’s reaction. “No, pal. Y/N always like to dress like that!” He smirked at you.

“Do you two know each other?” he asked before looking straight ahead of him and seeing Thor in his full armor. His jaw dropped to the floor unceremoniously. “Bucky, what’s going on? Where are we?”

“Steve, it’s okay, we’re home. We’re just outside the compound.”

“Home?” Steve asked again, looking around and not recognizing his surroundings. He looked around feeling like he was in a foreign land. This confusion was giving way to panic as he laid his eyes on the magnificent, glass-paned, Stark-designed building looming on the horizon. “Who are you people?”

“Steve, it’s me. Y/N.” You took one of his hands gently between both of yours.

It crushed your heart when he pulled it away slowly. “I- I’m sorry. Have we met?”

“You don't know who I am?” you asked with a slight tremble to your lip.

“I'm sorry, ma'am.”

“Steve,” Bucky put his vibranium hand on his best friend's shoulder, making Steve recoil slightly as the hard metal made contact with his shoulder.

You saw the look of hurt that flickered across Bucky's face.

“What is that?” he asked, finally taking in Bucky's appearance, his long hair, bearded face and prosthetic arm. “What happened to you, Buck? And… are you shorter than me?”

Steve looked down at himself, finally understanding that he was the one who was different.

“Steve, what do you think the date is?” Bucky asked and you knew he was thinking the same thing as you.

“August 19th. But I'm guessing it's not because it's snowing out here.”

“And the year?” you whispered, hoping he wouldn't confirm your fears.

“1942.”

There was a collective sigh of disappointment as everyone around you reacted to his words. Steve's memories only extended as far as the war, after Bucky had been drafted but before he had received his orders. His memories of the serum and Captain America had gone, including his memory of you.

“Steve, we should get you back inside. Figure out what's going on with you.”

“I feel fine, thank you.”

“Bud, we should get you to the med bay. You got hit pretty hard and you seem to have forgotten a lot of things,” Bucky intervened, knowing that Steve wouldn't necessarily take advice from a stranger. He put his flesh hand on Steve's shoulder this time and led him away. Steve followed without so much of a backward glance at you.

“Sorry kid, that was rough.” Tony's shoulder rubbed against yours. “Don't worry, I'm sure we'll figure out how to get his memories back. Come on!” He beckoned to you before flying back to the compound with only the lower half of his suit engaged.

Begrudgingly, you forced your feet to follow your friends back inside. You made your way to the infirmary and stood behind a glass screen watching Steve speaking to Bruce, your fingers subconsciously fiddling with a metal band on your left hand. It should be you standing there taking care of the love of your life, tending his needs. But instead you were hiding while all your friends surrounded him in an effort to jog his memory.

Over the next week in the lead up to Christmas, you went about your usual tasks and preparations for the holiday but it just didn't feel the same without Steve by your side. You missed how he would hover over you as you cooked or held your hand as you walked, you missed your morning runs and how he would push you to beat your own times, making you run further, faster and longer than you'd ever done before. He inspired you, he encouraged you, he loved you.

Now you felt lost without him. Despite his physical proximity, you could no longer feel the emotional intimacy you'd built. Every time you saw him, he was accompanied by a member of the team but he mostly sought the company of Bucky, feeling far more comfortable with him than anyone else. Surprisingly they had all respected your request to approach Steve on your own terms. You had explained that it was so that you didn't overwhelm him with information, but in reality you were afraid, terrified in fact that he might reject you.

What you hadn't noticed was how Steve's eyes were constantly on you when you were in a room together. It often made Bucky chuckle and roll his eyes but true to his word, he kept his mouth shut. In fact, Bucky had become a better friend to you in the last week than he ever had been before. He had started running with you in the morning so you wouldn't be out alone. And despite telling him you didn't need a babysitter, he insisted that Steve would never forgive him if anything happened to his best girl. You loved Bucky for his loyalty.

“Don't worry, you'll get him back,” he reassured you with a gentle nudge of his elbow.

“I hope so, Buck, I really do.”

It was Christmas Eve and you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the feelings of loss you'd been pushing away until now. You decided to slip away from the compound to avoid the pitying glances and worried questions from your closest friends. Grabbing your headphones, a waterproof jacket and your running shoes, you escaped to the solitude of the lake within the grounds of the compound.

You used your powers to push yourself, let out your emotions. A disney playlist was pounding against your ears and as you reached the edge of the frozen lake Let it Go started playing. Lost in a world of your own, you started singing along to the music, using your powers to swirl snow around you in an attempt to imitate Elsa’s theatrics from the movie. Unbeknownst to you, you had an audience. Steve and Bucky had also a similar idea of getting in a run and Bucky, who had seen you leave, had steered his friend in your direction.

They watched from a distance as you danced and sang out your emotions. Steve stood enraptured with wonder at your display, his jaw hung loosely until Bucky gently closed it for him.

“Go talk to her,” he smiled knowingly.

“What am I supposed to say, Buck? She already knows me.”

“Trust me, pal, that’s a good thing. Just go and be yourself.” Bucky shoved his best friend in your direction.

The momentum from Bucky’s gentle push got Steve walking over to you, his footsteps crunching in the snow. He was surprised that you didn’t hear his footfalls but the music pounding in your ears had you lost to the world. That was until-

You reacted blindly to the hand on your shoulder, grabbing Steve’s hand and using your powers to flip him over onto his back on the dock.

“Steve!” you shrieked. “Oh my gosh, are you alright?”

Steve chuckled. He was surprised not only by your reaction, but the fact that he wasn’t winded by the force with which you’d slammed him to the ground.

“What have I told you about all the sneaking?” you pulled him up into a seated position.

“I don't remember,” Steve shrugged, trying to smile innocently as you sat down beside him and hung your feet off the dock.

A sudden laugh burst from your lips and in that moment Steve vowed that he would spend the rest of his life getting you to do it every single day. Unfortunately, your laugh ended with a sigh.

“I didn't mean to startle you,” he apologized.

“It's okay, I'm just worried about your safety!”

“I think I'm safe. My body is different from what I remember.”

“How does it feel?” you asked curiously. You'd asked Steve about his transformation before, but Steve had always brushed it off, that it had been his duty to change. Perhaps now you'd get a more truthful answer.

“Different… liberating.” He smiled at you shyly. “I used to have to worry about the cold weather, I couldn't run without the threat of dying. My reflexes aren't too shabby either.”

“It must be pretty overwhelming, all these changes.” You didn't just mean his physical changes.

“Yeah, it's not been easy,” he shuffled uncomfortably beside you. “Finding out that I did this to myself to fight in the war, that Bucky suffered so much,” Steve sighed, he always blamed himself for Bucky's experiences, that hadn't changed. “And don't get me started on the twenty-first century!”

“That one's a doozy, huh?” You nudged his shoulder with yours.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Why haven't you tried to help me remember my past?”

“I didn't want you to feel pressured to remember. It's been a lot for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. At least Christmas doesn't seem so different. Do you have anyone special to spend it with?” He nodded at the diamond studded ring on your finger.

He had noticed. Naturally he had, your Steve was a very observant man. You wondered if there was a chance of rekindling the romance between you, even if he didn't regain his memories. The thought saddened you. You'd built a strong foundation through your shared memories and experiences, it almost seemed unfair for you to have that advantage. But here he was, the head strong, stubborn and scrappy man you loved. He was no different to the man you'd grown to love even if he didn't know it.

Steve presented himself to the world as Captain America, someone who gave off an air of confidence and calm, but to you, he was Steve Rogers, a scrawny kid from Brooklyn who never backed away from a fight.

“Yeah, I do. I'm hoping he gets back home in time for the holiday.”

Steve sighed. He was surprised that Bucky had encouraged him to pursue a woman who was already taken.

“But I wouldn't mind your company till he comes home.” You batted your eyelids and spoke slightly flirtatiously, wondering if he would notice.

“I know that it's not really my business, but I was wondering if you could tell me about your fiancé.”

Wow, Steve was a bit of a sucker for punishment. Maybe he liked you more than you thought.

“He's kind and smart. He’s brave… strong. But the thing I admire the most about him is how determined he is to do the right thing. He puts everyone before himself, so I consider it my duty to make sure someone’s around to take care of him. Plus he’s incredibly handsome, so that doesn't hurt.”

Steve laughed, mesmerized by you but he could feel a sinking feeling inside him. Of course you wouldn't be interested in him.

“Oh and he has this really cool superhero name. It's Captain America!” You winked at him with a smirk playing on your lips.

“But-”

You watched Steve's face as the penny finally dropped.

“Why didn't you say anything?” he asked.

“I thought it would be a bit too much information. Don't you think?” You paused, before adding. “And to be honest, I was a little scared.”

It took a few moments for you to get the courage to look up into Steve's face, hoping he wasn't completely repulsed by your admission.

“No one else here has mentioned that you… we were engaged.”

“They don't know. We were going to tell them but then this happened and well-” you shrugged. “Plus, you weren't planning to propose until Christmas Day, but someone-” you prodded him in the side. “Someone got a little impatient.”

Steve blushed. “Well how could anyone wait to be married to someone as beautiful as you.”

It was your turn to blush. Which was followed by a shiver, your body trembled a little as a cold wind picked up around you. Chivalrous to a fault, Steve took off his own jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Why don't we go back inside?”

“Yeah,” you puffed out the word along with a small cloud of mist. “It feels like it's going to start snowing again.”

The two of you made your way back to the compound side by side in a comfortable silence. The backs of your hands brushing against each other but neither of you finding it in yourselves to reach out and take hold. Steve opened the door and held it open for you to enter first.

As soon as you both entered the threshold and shut out the cold, you looked up at Steve, smiling at the pink tinge on his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips. You longed to feel his arms wrapped around you. Just as you were able to tear yourself away, Steve grabbed your wrist.

You turned back to him and noticed that he was pointing up at something. You followed the direction of his finger and a smile broke out on your face. Someone had tied a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling.

“Is that-?”

“Yeah.” He answered your unasked question.

“I guess that means I owe you a kiss.”

“Far be it from me to break age old traditions. We wouldn't want to risk bad luck, would we?”

You moved back to face Steve, but he seemed to have lost that courage to move further. “I- this isn't something I've done before.”

“That's alright. I think we'll manage just fine.”

A warmth blossomed in Steve’s chest, sparks igniting as you leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of your strawberry scented conditioner made Steve dizzy with anticipation, butterflies dancing in his stomach.

Your warmth consumed him as you leaned up into the kiss, Steve’s lips impossibly soft against your own. The kiss was soft at first, chaste and innocent. His warm lips were soft and parted slightly giving permission for your tongue to enter his mouth. His nose nudged yours gently as you moaned quietly. Oh how you had missed him!

As he opened his eyes, he looked down at you as though he was seeing you for the first time. Every time Steve had imagined magic, this is exactly how he had pictured it. He knew everything about you, how could he have ever forgotten you?

“Y/N,” he said softly. “I made it home for Christmas.”

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I mean it's Steve.... thats just the way he is?? And homeless Steve made me laugh so much while plotting!

Edinburgh is beautiful and it would be even more beautiful with Steve there! (Also the part about being the only people out of breath because we were too dumb to find the right path might be based on a true event - who knows 😂)