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siconetribal · 3 days ago

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THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT SELLS VIBRANIUM! Bucky with his maybe he's born with it, maybe it's maybelline looks together with his dishwasher safe vibranium arm. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

(But didn't he say he needed lessons in using the machine? Sneaky, sneaky little soldier! 😏)

Hi Neighbor (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You take Bucky grocery shopping for the first time and you're surprised when he suddenly opens up to you. What might be even more surprising is his reaction when elderly shopper mistakingly assumes you're a married couple.

A/N: This is going to be a multi-part series with a bit of a slow burn between you and your hot new neighbor. I'm not sure how many parts yet but I already have the ending all figured out. I was going to work on something else first but one of my favorite people specifically requested this be next lol. I hope you all like it! 💚

You push the shopping cart through the automatic doors and are closely followed by Bucky. "Produce first I think," you suggest when you see him looking around the large store a bit lost. He nods in response and stays close to you until he sees something that makes him smile.

He wanders over to the large display of fruit and picks up a plum with his vibranium fingers, squeezing it lightly before putting it back down and selecting another one. You watch him for a moment then decide to be helpful and pull a plastic bag from the stand. With a quiet but frustrated groan, you overcome your struggle to open the bag and thankfully he's too focused on the fruit to notice.

"Thanks," smiles at you when you finally hold the bag out so he can add the plums he's picked so far.

"You don't need to buy all them," you giggle when he adds a sixth one.

"I know," he agrees and puts back the one he's currently holding. "I just really like them."

"Yeah, I can see that," you say with a touch of sarcasm. "So, you can feel if they're ripe with your metal hand?" you can't help but ask even though you probably shouldn't.

He holds up his vibranium hand, looking at his palm then wiggling his fingers a little as he rotates his wrist. "Yeah, this is a lot better then the old one I had," he tells you.

"You're real arm?" you ask confused, pushing the shopping cart over to the bananas so you can grab a few.

He shakes his head, "No, I meant the one Hydra made for the uh..." he clears his throat then forces out the next words with his gaze focused on the back his hand metal as it hangs by his side, "The Winter Soldier."

"Oh," you respond, having no idea what else to say.

"Yeah, it was titanium," he explains and you lean against the cart, listening to him quietly. He tries to act like he's searching for the right apple, picking one up then placing it back down gently. You find yourself being thankful the store is nearly empty, shopping late at night has its advantages.

Bucky avoids looking at you while he begins to talk again, "The way they attached it... I could feel it, if it was grabbed or injured because it was connected to my nerves, bone and muscles but I didn't have, what did they call it?" He rubs his metal fingers together while he thinks. "Tactile sensation," he looks up from his hand but still doesn't look directly at you, "So I couldn't really feel anything."

"Other than pain if you got hurt?" you ask and he nods silently.

You wait quietly, watching him think. "It never really felt like that arm was a part of me, it was just some weapon they built for the Winter Soldier," he tries to explain. "I was almost relieved when it got ripped off, as messed up as that sounds."

"It got ripped off!?" you ask, barely able to imagine how horrific that must have felt.

"Yeah, that's a long story but the short version is it absolutely sucked," he says with a light chuckle. "It's not the first time I've lost my left arm though and like I said, it never really felt like it was mine."

You look at him a bit stunned and unable to figure out how to respond.

"This one is great though," he gives you a smile, relaxing more as he talks about his new arm. "The Wakandans made it for me out of vibranium. I forget how many sensors it has but I can feel everything now, even temperature. It's lighter too, even though it's a lot stronger."

"That's really cool," you smile back at him.

"And, it's dishwasher safe," he adds.

You laugh, "Shut up, it is not!"

He laughs and nods, "I swear it is! I used to use the one back at the Tower all the time."

"That's like a million dollar limb and you put it in the dishwasher?" you cover your mouth as you laugh harder.

"On a low setting," he smiles.

"You are so weird," you tell him.

"Yeah, I know," he clears his throat again and you notice he does that when he seems nervous or unsure of himself. "Anyways, I didn't mean to just throw all that out there... trauma dumping by the fruit wasn't really my plan for tonight."

"It's totally fine," you fight the urge to hug him and you're not sure why you resist it. He clearly could use a hug, you think but still you don't move. "I told you, I'm hear to listen and I meant it."

He walks over to stand next to the cart, for a moment it looks like he's going to reach out to take your hand but instead he grips the handle tightly. "Need anymore fruit?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Yep, oh how about those?" you point a few displays over.

"Grapes?" he chuckles when you seem overly excited and follows you.

You roll your eyes and pick up a small bunch to put in a bag for him, "Not just grapes, cotton candy grapes. They taste just like cotton candy I swear."

"Definitely never heard of those," he shakes his head, "But that sounds super weird and unnecessary."

"Of course you've never ver heard of them, it's like you lived in a cave," you sigh then freeze and put your hand over your mouth. I'm an idiot! Holy crap, why did I say that?! you yell at yourself.

"Technically, it was a secret underground military base in Siberia," he says with a straight face.

"Oh my god..." you lower your hand slowly. "I am so sorry! Bucky, I didn't mean that."

"It's fine," he insists, taking the forgotten bag of grapes from you and putting it with the other fruit in the cart.

"No, it's not. That was really messed up, I'm sorry," you tell him.

"It's okay," he reassures you. This time he does reach out to you, his right hand gently resting on your back then moving up and down slowly.

"Are you sure?" you ask, biting you lip and looking up at him.

"I'm sure," he smiles. "Don't even worry about it."

"Okay... but I'm buying you as many plums as you want cause I feel really bad now," you relax a bit and he removes his hand from your back.

He laughs a little, "I guess Sam's right, the whole guilt trip thing works on everyone."

"What do you mean?" you ask him.

"Oh, you know... you feel really bad about saying or doing something and then I get a little apology gift. It's how I got Tony to pay for my apartment," he informs you with a smirk.

"Wait seriously?" you ask following him in shock.

"Yep," he nods proudly. "Pretty much any time Tony says something stupid about my past or the Winter Soldier, which is pretty often, I get something fun like my bike."

"Wow," you laugh. "Really working the system huh?"

"It got me some plums didn't it?" he smiles at you and continues towards the vegetables.

You walk down the cereal aisle, looking for your favorite while Bucky pushes the cart behind you. With a groan, you step up to the shelf, of course it's on the top freaking shelf. Reaching for the box, Bucky chuckles behind you.

"Need help?" he asks.

"I've got it," you tell him and stretch as much as you can, lifting onto your tip toes and holding the shelf with your other hand.

"I can see that," you can hear the smirk in his voice while you struggle. After another moment of you pretending you'll suddenly get taller you feel his chest pressed lightly against your back. "This is getting sad," he laughs as he grabs the box easily.

"I had it," you tell him with a huff when he steps away to add it to the cart for you.

"You could just say 'thank you'," he smiles when you fold your arms across your chest.

"Aww, such a gentleman," an elderly woman says from half way down the aisle.

You both look towards her. "Thanks ma'am," Bucky responds politely with a smile.

"I wish I had a sweet, young husband like you," she laughs and you giggle knowing Bucky is older than her by at least twenty years. She continues, "You're such a cute couple."

You blush furiously at that and Bucky laughs quietly, his hand settling on top of yours on the handle of the cart. "You hear that sweetheart? She thinks we're cute," he says to you and you can barely believe how easily he's going along with this.

"Can borrow your husband, dear?" she asks you and points to something well out of her reach on the top shelf. "I can't seem to reach anything in this store lately."

"Oh, of course," you smile and push him gently towards her. "Go ahead handsome."

Without complaining, he walks towards where she is pointing. You notice he keeps his metal hand tucked away in his pocket and only uses his right hand to reach for the box.

"Thank you young man," she says excitedly and grabs onto his forearm tightly. It's clear she doesn't recognize him but it's also obvious she isn't going to let him go anytime soon. "I need a few more things, you don't mind do you?" she asks and he looks over his shoulder at you for help.

"You can keep him as long as you'd like," you laugh and wave at him when she pushes the cart further away from you.

(A few days later)

"Hey," you wave at Bucky when he opens his front door and you walk up the sidewalk from your car.

"Hi sweetheart," he responds, locking his door.

You sigh and look down, trying to hide your blush by pretending to be annoyed. "Don't you think that joke has run its course?" you ask him, walking up the few steps while he waits on the stoop.

"Nope," he smiles, lifting his backpack onto his shoulder.

"Look, babe..." you decide to throw in an awkward pet name to see how he likes it.

"Babe?" he practically cringes and you feel like you made a good choice.

"... it's not my fault the first woman who's hit on you in a century was half your age," you say sarcastically.

"Okay, there are so many things wrong with what you just said." He laughs and runs his metal fingers through his long hair then his smile fades, "Wait... how old do you think I am?"

You laugh and shrug despite knowing exactly how old he is, "Not quite ancient but pretty close I think, right?"

"Wow, thanks," he laughs, shaking his head. His phone beeps and he checks the message with a sigh, "Sorry to cut this short but I've got to go, work thing."

You jokingly ask him, "Going on a secret mission tonight?"

He smirks, "You know I couldn't tell you if I was."

You continue to smile but suddenly feel worried for him as he walks towards his bike. "Bucky," you call and he turns back to look at you. "Be safe."

"You don't need to worry about me sweetheart," he says with a wide grin as he starts the bike.

"I'm not," you mumble to yourself when he waves over his shoulder at you.

Covering your mouth, you hide a yawn then lean forward to stretch before laying back down on the couch. You pick up your phone, 1:32 am. Letting out a little groan, you place it back on the coffee table and try to focus on the end of the movie.

There's only fifteen minutes left, you think, then I'm going right to bed. Unless he's still not home yet. No, no, I'm not staying up just because he's still out at his 'work thing', whatever that means. This is stupid, I've been trying to watch this movie for weeks, it has nothing to do with Bucky, you argue with yourself about why you can't seem to go to sleep despite being absolutely exhausted.

You sigh deeply, holding the small pillow tightly against your chest as you yawn again when you finally hear Bucky's front door opening. Grabbing your phone, you can't help but open the camera app and check the video from moments ago. A wave of relief washes over you when you see him unlocking his door then pausing as he smiles and gives your camera a little wave.

You giggle and turn off the movie, you'll need to rewatch the last half hour tomorrow but right now it's time to go to sleep.

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