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Up in Smoke (Bucky/Reader)-Chapter 1

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“We need you to back up the data now, Dr. Watts,” Captain Montgomery told you throwing a flash drive onto your desk.

You looked at him raising an eyebrow. “I’m not finished with my report. I’ll back it up when I am.”

“Not an option. They’ve come.”

It’s about damn time. You nodded at the captain and grabbed the drive. “It will take some time. Can you hold them back until it’s done?”

Montgomery walked to the door. “I’ll try my best. No promises.”

You knew he wouldn’t be able to. You shoved the drive into the USB port and began backing up the files. The door slammed behind you and you knew you’d never see him again.

The files were slow going and you knew they would get to you before the backup was complete. At least I’ll be done with this façade. You had been working undercover at the HYDRA facility for six months. Director Fury of SHIELD secured your false paperwork and got you in so you could track what they have been up to. HYDRA was slippery. Every time the Avengers and SHIELD thought they took them down, they would pop up in another part of the world.

Fury had heard about you through the pipeline. An elite soldier that could infiltrate, dismember and take down an entire government in a single night without ever being seen. He found you in a small town in Denmark. You were trying to live a quiet life after early retirement. Fury could see you were bored and needed to get back into the fold.

“I’m not going to force you to join SHIELD. I just need your help taking down HYDRA,” Fury told you over a cup of coffee. “After that, you can walk away.”

You were happy to take his offer. It got you back in the game and man how you have missed it. It came to you so naturally, putting on a persona and fooling the staff. You befriended a few other doctors easily and got loads of information on projects you weren’t involved in.

Now, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes had come and put an end to your little game. Finally. All you had to do now was download the files and pass them over. Well, at least that’s what Fury wants you to do. You, however, wanted to have some fun.

You heard gunshots and chaos ensuing on the other side of the door. The files were 75% complete.

“With all that HYDRA has been able to accomplish, you’d think their computers would run faster,” you said out loud, rolling your eyes.

Standing up from your chair, you began to stretch. You knew it would only be a matter of moments before the Avengers came bursting through the door. The gunshots were closer now. The files were at 85% completion. You heard heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. You smiled to yourself, ready for the fun to begin.

The door swung open with such a force, it hit the wall, where it stood embedded into it. The files are at 96%.

“Ma’am, step away from the computer,” a gravelly voice commanded from behind you.

“Give it a moment to finish, first,” you said over your shoulder. “It’s at 98% and counting.”

“Ma’am, please just step away from the computer,” the voice stated again slowly walking to your right.

“100%,” you said snatching up the drive. You turned to face the man behind the voice. Raising an eyebrow, you said, “Now, I’m ready to step away from the computer, Sergeant Barnes.”

Your face was unreadable, but inside you were bursting with excitement. You were standing in front of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. You were going to have some fun indeed.

He took a cautious step toward you, hand out. “Hand me the drive, ma’am.”

You held the drive up and smiled at him, eyes dancing mischievously. “And, what do I get out of it if I do?”

James can see he’s going to have to take it by force. He studies you as he takes another step forward. “Listen, Ma’am. You really don’t want this fight. Just hand me the drive and let’s be done with this.” One more step forward.

“But, this drive is very important. So, if I’m going to give it up, I need to make sure I’m getting something in return.” Now, it’s your turn to take a step forward. “What are you willing to offer me, Serge?” you purr.

James can’t help the smile that spread across his face. What is this woman playing at? “You work for HYDRA, so there’s nothing I can do. And, since you know who I am, you should know I am not very keen on helping HYDRA.” He takes another step forward.

“Well, if you won’t help me, why should I help you?” you huff out and pout. “That’s not fair.”

James is growing impatient. “Lady, give me the drive before I take you from you.”

“Now I’m really not gonna give it to you with that attitude,” you say raising an eyebrow and take a step back.

James huffs air out of his nose taking a big step and closing the gap between you two. He is truly an intimidating specimen. He hovers over you, eyes intense and mouth in a thin line. You know he’s had enough of your games. However, your shenanigans have only just begun.

The super-soldier is fast, grabbing your wrist. His grip is firm but he doesn’t hurt you. He knows his strength and what he is capable of. He can’t say the same about you, though. You give him a wink and sly smile. Then, in a split second, he’s holding nothing. You were gone and the only thing left was a thick cloud of dark grey smoke where you had been standing.

James opens his hand and looks at it completely bewildered. What the fuck just happened? He whirls around when he hears you tut from behind him.

The confusion on his face makes you laugh. “Weren’t expecting that now were you, Sergeant?”

“So, HYDRA is making enhanced scientists now. I guess it’s one way to protect their precious research,” James spits out.

You hold up your hands defensively. “Whoa there. You’re assuming a bit much. HYDRA didn’t make me. No one made me.”

James tilts his head to one side like a puppy, eyes boring into you. You could see the wheels in his head turning. He was trying to put the pieces together. “You’re a mutant?”

“Born and raised,” you say proudly.

“So, HYDRA is hiring mutants as scientists, then. Won’t help you get out of this building with that drive, sweetheart.” James lunged at you.

This time he ended up choking on the grey smoke left where you popped out of existence. Now, you were at the door waving the drive mockingly at him.

“I might be wrong, but I think my mutant abilities are exactly what’s going to get me out of this building.”

James just smirked at you. “Wanna bet?”

You smiled wickedly at him. “Hell yes. When you lose, you’ll have to take me out to dinner.”

“Dinner?” James shakes his head even more confused. “Why would I do that? You work for HYDRA?”

You tut at him, waving a finger. “Still assuming my dear Sergeant.”

“Who the hell are you?” He cannot wrap his head around you.

“The girl that’s about to win a dinner date with you,” you say and wink.

“I don’t think so, lady,” a voice says from behind you before you’re abruptly turned to face them.

“Hello, Cap,” you say to Steve Rogers. You feel James come up behind you. “Oh, my. Look at me, sandwiched between two super soldiers,” you say in mock distress. “Whatever shall I do?”

James goes to grab the drive from your hand. And, again, you’re gone leaving the cloud of smoke where you were. He looks at Steve, venom in his eyes.

“I hope you know a nice place to make a reservation at. Preferably a place that has really good seafood.” You are standing in front of a large window at the end of the hallway.

James and Steve look at each other then back at you. You could see the anger coupled with confusion on their faces. Steve talks into his comms to let the others know your location before both men run towards you.

“I’m done playing games with you. Give me the drive. Now!” James says throwing a punch at you. You easily dodge it and dance around him, avoiding Steve’s blow as well.

The men are putting in a lot of effort trying to land a hit on you. You were much too quick for them. It was effortless, the way moved out of harm’s way without even using your powers. Finally, Steve threw a haymaker at you and caught it in your hand. Now, it was your turn.

Steve cannot believe how strong you are, turning his wrist to the point of dislocating it before kicking him in the abdomen. It sent him several feet back. James came in with a jab that you sidestepped allowing you to grab his arm. Using his own momentum, you easily flipped him onto his back.

You looked up to see Steve throw his shield at you. When it was mere inches from your face, you used your powers and let it pass through the smoke and break the window behind you. As you popped back into existence, both men were already trying to subdue you again. Now, you were just smoking in out of their blows causing the men to hit each other. Finally, you grabbed both fists coming at you in each hand.

You kicked Steve in the gut and sent him flying back before turning your full attention on James. “This was fun. Can’t wait for our date.” Before he can say or do anything you spartan kick him. He falls flat on his ass and you laugh. In another cloud of smoke, you’re gone, reappearing outside of the window.

James gets up and runs towards the window, jumping out of it, trying to get his hands on you. Just as he’s about to grab your arm, he hears Fury’s voice.

“That won’t be necessary, soldier. She’s with us.”

“What?” James spits out.

You smile innocently. “I told you you were assuming too much,” you say and toss the drive to Fury.

“Smoke was working on my orders at this facility. She’s the reason you all were able to infiltrate this base. We owe her a lot,” Fury explained.

James looked at you shaking his head angrily. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh, come on. I was just looking to have a little fun. Do you know how boring and dull it is to work with all these lab coats? I needed a bit of exercise and you just happened to be my workout partner.” You smiled at him.

James looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. “That was all for fun?”

“Yeah, and I got a date out of it.” You winked at him. Then, you put your fingers to your mouth and whistled. “I take it we’re done here?” You say to Fury.

“For now. I’ll need you to come by the office later for a debriefing.”

You nod and turn to see your ride galloping towards you. The 6’5 black Clydesdale came to a halt in front of you. You smile fondly at the robotic demon horse. He was your pride and joy. “Hey, I missed you buddy.” You climb on his back and look down at the James. “Remember, a place that has good seafood.”

James is left there, mouth open watching as you gallop away. He has so many questions. The first of which is when the hell was he going to see you again so he could make the reservation.

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solei28 · 4 years ago

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Up In Smoke Master List

Here is the Master List for the Up In Smoke Fic.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Up In Smoke- (Bucky/Reader)-Chapter 2

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A/N

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James was sitting in the conference room, trying not to jump over the table and strangle Sam. The man had been teasing him relentlessly after Steve gave him the details on what had happened at the HYDRA base. What upset him the most was that birdbrain was right. He wanted to see you again. You had piqued his interest, and that was hard to do.

At first, James was upset at the stupid little game. However, after calming down on the jet ride back to the compound, he couldn’t help the intrigue. You were a mutant that had bested two super soldiers with absolute ease. You even won the bet, claiming a date as your prize. Why would you choose to go out on a date with him of all people? He needed to know.

When he thought about the mischief in your dark gray eyes and the way your lips twisted into that wicked smile, he felt... something. Butterflies, maybe. Wait! Am I developing a crush? This rattled him to his core. When was the last time he had had a crush on someone? Why would he develop one now on you? When will Wilson shut the fuck up so they can go over what was found on the drive. He has so many questions.

Fury finally shuts Sam up with a rather obnoxious clearing of his throat. “So, after thoroughly going through the files on the drive Smoke was able to secure, we have found some interesting developments. It would seem HYDRA is working on some type of new AI. Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to crack the code as to what kind of AI it is yet or what they are planning to use it for. Tony is working on figuring that out as we speak.”

The billionaire was sitting in a chair by the window, typing furiously on his phone. “I’ll have it cracked by supper. It would seem HYDRA is getting a little better at encrypting their data files. But, they will never be better than me.”

James rolls his eyes at the smugness in Tony’s voice.

Fury continues. “Now, I won’t be sure until Tony is done, but I have a suspicion they are working with another entity on this little project of theirs. I have SHIELD agents looking into it now. Maybe, we’ll get a hit soon if they are.”

“Could it be Hammer? He is Tony’s rival and has made it his lifelong mission to take him out,” Natasha chimed in.

“I’m not sure,” Fury said, shaking his head. “Still too early to say.”

“Do the files have the other locations HYDRA are occupying?” Steve asked. “I’d like to put an end to their project sooner rather than later. We can find out more if we take down their other bases.”

“Yes, they have bases in Qatar, Denmark and Alaska that we know for sure. We’re hoping that Tony will turn up other locations.” Fury looked up at the door and smiled. Looking at James, he said, “Looks like your new girlfriend has come to cash in on that date.”

James’s eyes widen as he turns to the door. You walk in wearing blue jeans, black sneakers, and a purple shirt under your open black leather jacket. You look casual, but to James, you look amazing. Your hair is loose and frames your face. You don’t have on makeup, but those dark grey eyes of yours stand out. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you look at him and wink.

He looks down quickly, hoping no one else noticed. Hearing Sam chuckle, James looked up at the man and he waggles his eyebrows at him. Of course this asshole saw. Sam wasn’t the only one who caught it. Everyone was giving him knowing looks and smirks.

“So, what did I miss?” You ask plopping down in the empty seat across from James.

“Not much. Tony is still trying to crack their code,” Fury tells you. “You wouldn’t be able to be of some assistance with that, now would you?”

You hum thoughtfully. “I did overhear some of the higher ups talking about protocol RECS. Was never able to find out exactly what it was about, though.”

Tony tried it, but nothing. “Sorry, kid. Nothing is coming up.”

You shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon, Stark.”

“That, I will, my dear,” Tony said, never looking up from his device.

“Smoke, Other than Qatar, Denmark and Alaska, do you know of any more bases HYDRA has?” Steve asked.

“They have one in the Cayman Islands. They were going to transfer me out there. The views would’ve been great,” you chuckle. “I know there has to be more, but I had bigger fish to fry.” You look at James with that wicked smile he finds suddenly irresistible. “Talking about fish, I do hope you’ve made the reservations. 7 should be good, no?”

All eyes were now on James. He felt the blush creeping up his neck. “And, how do you know 7 works for me? What if I’m busy?” His voice is steady, despite the butterflies causing havoc in his gut.

You laugh. “I’m sure you can get out of your plans quite easily, Sergeant.”

James raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure about that?” He finds himself locked in a staring contest with you. Your eyes are intense and he suddenly feels completely naked. Could you read minds, too? Were you reading his right now?

Fury’s phone goes off and James is the first to blink. He doesn’t miss the way your face lights up with victory before turning his attention to the DIrector.

“Hill. Send what you’ve found. Thank you.” Fury hangs up and pockets the phone. He looks at Tony. “Hill is sending some pictures she’s found. They may confirm that HYDRA is working with others.”

“Mr. Stark, I have received Agent Hill’s files,” FRIDAY spoke.

“Put 'em up on the screen,” he says, still tapping away on his phone.

The AI does as he says and several pictures pop up on the monitor at the front of the room. They are of a base in some snowy part of the world. They seem familiar, but you aren’t sure where you know them from.

Fury calls Hill back. “What am I looking at?” He puts the phone on speaker.

“Still not sure. All we know is that its on an Island off the coast of Alaska.”

Alaska? You feel like you’re having a moment of dejavu. You get up and walk over to the screen. James watches you intently as you search the photos. There’s a photo with a few guards scattered about the base. One is turned to the side and you see an emblem on his sleeve.

“FRIDAY, can you zoom in on his arm?” You ask, pointing to the man.

She does and you study the emblem. You shake your head slightly and look around the room without really looking at anyone. Then, it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“FOXHOUND,” you breathe in disbelief. You look at Tony, who is looking intently at you, as is the rest of the room. “Try REX.”

Tony does and raises his eyebrows. “That was it. I’m in.”

The monitor is now showing everything that was on the drive. You see the file marked REX and the same emblem.

You look at Fury, fire burning in your eyes. James is taken aback by the sudden change. You went from flirtatious to murderous in the blink of an eye.

“HYDRA is working with FOXHOUND. They intend to use Metal Gear REX for a worldwide nuclear strike.”

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solei28 · 4 years ago

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Up In Smoke-(Bucky/Reader)- Chapter 4

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Ok, this is a short chapter. It's been a little difficult getting some writing done the past couple of days. Just trying to stay consistent and putting out chapters regularly. Please, I'd love some feedback on what you think of the story so far. Thanks for coming by and reading my work(s)! Love y'all!

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Up In Smoke Master List

James eyebrows shot up. Damnit. This could be bad. She could be a double agent. Or a triple agent for all they know. Had to go and develop a crush on the enemy. Dumbass.

Steve turned to Fury. “Did you know?”

“Of course I did. And, no I don’t think she is still working for them or HYDRA, Captain Rogers,” Fury says with an intensity in his eye that could level a city block.

James looks at you. He finds it so frustrating that he can’t read you. Your expressions give nothing away. Only mischief. You meet his eyes and frown. Not a look he wanted to see on your beautiful face.

Steve, however, was not buying it. “Then, how come she didn’t know about Protocol REX before today? She could be playing us right now and you wouldn’t even know. The same way you didn’t know that HYDRA was hiding within SHIELD.”

Fury takes a breath, but never looks away from Steve. “I do not make the same mistakes more than once, Rogers. I have been more than thorough since then. She is clean.”

“I was 17 when FOXHOUND recruited me. W-” You hesitate. The memory makes you let out a shuddering breath. Closing your eyes, you steady your nerves. “My sister and I were orphans living on the streets in Bangladesh. And, before you ask, no I we are not from there.” You inhale deeply.

Steve is watching you intently, but you can see in his eyes he’s really considering that you’re telling them the truth. James is looking at you with searching eyes.

You continue. “I’m not sure how long we were being watched. But, apparently, our pick pocketing and manipulation skills were impressive enough for them to take us in.” You shake your head at the thought of your little sister. “All we ever knew was survival. We did what we had to so we could eat. They trained us and for a long time we did what was asked of us and were allowed to live a life. It was,” You search for the right word, “...euphoric.”

Fury looks at you knowingly. He knows why you left. The conversation came up after you agreed to help him. James caught the look. He knew something went wrong and it had to do with your sister.

Now, you look at Steve in his eyes again so he knows you’re not bullshitting him. “FOXHOUND gave us so much, but they took so much more from me. It wasn’t enough that we were used to carry out their dirty little deeds just so we could go stroll through the park once in a while. Or, have a drink on the beach.” You shake your head, disgusted. “No, they always needed more. My sister was killed cleaning up one of their messes, and that same week they already had someone filling her spot.”

Your fists are clenched and your expression is hard. You can see your sister’s sweet smile and your heart breaks all over again. You can’t speak because of the knot in your throat. Surprisingly, Steve puts a hand on your shoulder. Your expression eases.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says softly. “It’s just hard to tell friend from foe these days. I won’t risk the lives of our team on the word of a stranger. Especially one who kicked two super soldier’s asses so easily.”

This makes you laugh and you can feel yourself getting back to the playful side you loved to indulge in. “Then, will you please take my advice on Shadow Moses? I don;t want to see anyone else get hurt or killed because of them. An opportunity will arise. We just gotta give it a little time.”

It takes Steve a moment before he agrees. “Alright, fine. I guess we can continue with what we had originally discussed,” he says to Fury.

You look at James who is still looking at you with those searching blue eyes of his. You can see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to figure you out. Maybe, you’ll give him just a bit more on your date.

James was sitting on the jet going over the details of the mission. There was a last minute change that made him feel giddy and annoyed simultaneously. While he was originally supposed to go to Denmark with Sam, Steve decided to send you with him instead. It annoyed him because of all the stupid comments about focusing on the mission and not on his new girlfriend that were made. And, of course he was giddy because he was going to be with you.

The two of you will be using an abandoned cottage overlooking the HYDRA base. From there you should be able to scope it out for an entry point. The plan is to take them down quietly so they can’t alert their other bases. Once the two of you have formulated a plan, SHIELD will be on standby to secure the base and take the HYDRA agents to the RAFT.

In the midst of all this, of course, you were looking forward to spending so alone time with James. You couldn’t say why, but you do like the man. Even if you’ve only just met him. Something in his eyes spoke to you, and you decided you were going to run with it. Life is too damn short to not have some fun.

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solei28 · 6 years ago

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Fun Size

Bucky/Reader One-Shot

This was a request from @me-mah-hah

Original request: Buck request? Short reader (am 4'11" and it hard to find short reader fics lol) like the reader tiny but feisty

I hope this is what you were looking for. At least somewhat. I don’t think the title is great, but I do suck at titles. Let me know what you think!! I did have fun writing this. It was very different from what I am used too.

Buy me a coffee

You were walking home from the market when you felt someone come up behind and grab your arm. You looked up to see a strange man with a baseball cap, dark shades and his hoodie up looking down at you. He shoved you into an ally and against a wall.

“Give me your money and any other valuables and I won’t hurt you,” he demanded, voice low and gruff.

You glared at him. “I don’t have any valuables, prick,” you spat.

His grip tightened on your arm. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Listen, you little bitch. I’m not gonna ask you again. Give me what you got.”

Anyone else would understandably be scared and should just do what he asked for. But, not you. This asshole had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

“That’s asking again, though,” you said with a grin.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna die?” he was furious.

“That ain’t gonna happen,” a voice came from the entrance to the ally.

This was your opportunity. You quickly dropped your bag of groceries, took a hold of the man's hoodie and flipped over your head on to the floor. He yelped in pain as he landed hard on his back.

“Whoa. Nice move,” the voice said.

You looked over with a smug smile at who had

come to your rescue. Your jaw dropped when you saw the Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. What the hell was he doing here?

His eyes danced with amusement at the shock written on your face. “Is everything alright?”

You shook the cobwebs out of your head and found your voice. “Yeah.” You looked down at the produce laying all over the floor now. “My groceries aren’t though,” you mumbled.

James chuckled. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” He made his way over to the man who was trying to stand up. He kicked his legs from under him. “Stay put. The cops are on their way.”

“My brother trained me. He has a gym in the Bronx where he trains kids in Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujitsu,” you shrugged. “I’m a black belt in Karate and Taekwondo and a purple belt in jujitsu.”

James was impressed. “You clearly didn’t need my help, but I am glad I happened to be walking by.” He kicked the man’s legs from under him again as he was trying to get up. “You’re hard of hearing, punk? I said, stay put. Or, I’ll let her slam you again.”

You giggled. You didn’t know it then, but this was the start to a very unlikely friendship with the Avenger.

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“Bucky, where did you put the bread crumbs? I need to get started on the chicken,” you called from the kitchen.

You and Bucky had formed a close bond since the day you met. It started out slow, running into each other at the market, on the street or at the diner in your neighborhood. At first, you thought he was following you and had finally confronted him at the dinner one evening. You had walked in to grab a coffee and a slice of their incredible apple pie. You heard the door open while you waited for your order.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky said walking to the counter.

You eyed him suspiciously. “Hey.”

Noticing the way you were looking at him, he frowned. “Is everything alright?”

“Are you following me?”

He was taken aback at how straight forward you were about it. His eyebrows shot up and he shook his head. “No! Why do you think I’m following you?”

You tilted your head to the side. “We are always running into each other. I don’t think it’s just a coincidence.”

This made Bucky laugh. “I can see how that can make you suspicious. I’m not, though. I live in the area.”

You searched his face and could see he was telling the truth. You smirked at him. “Ok, I believe you.”

He looked relieved and smiled. “Great.” Looking up at the menu, he asked, “So, what are you getting?”

After that, you started spending more time together. Sitting at the diner some nights talking about your day. He would help you grocery shop on the weekends and carry your bag to your door. As a thank you for grocery shopping, you invited over for lunch. Now, he was always at your place to eat or just hang out.

He walked into the kitchen, lopsided smile on his face. “I put them on the top shelf, doll. Next to the flour.”

You glared at him. “Why do you put the things I need so high up?” You began climbing on the counter.

Bucky chuckled. “Because you’re really little and I enjoy watching you climb.”

You looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know why I let you in my house. You know what, no food for you.”

“Awww, come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” he whined. “It’s really cute cuz you’re so little.”

Even on the counter, you still had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the bread crumbs. “I’m not little. I’m fun size. Now, help me off this counter.”

Laughing, he sauntered over to you and held his arms out. You jumped into them cradling the container of bread crumbs in your arms. He planted a kiss on your forehead before setting you down.

“I don’t know about fun size. You’re way too feisty,” he told amused. You slapped his shoulder and he mocked pain. “What? You are. You’re like a chihuahua. Small but will fight you.”

“I am not like a chihuahua! I don’t shiver and yap all the damn time.” You defended yourself. “I cannot believe you, Buck.”

“You’re yapping right now,” he pointed out.

You picked up the chefs knife on the counter and whirled around. “If you don’t get the hell outta my kitchen, Barnes. So help me, I’ll cut you.” you were pointing the knife at him.

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright. I’m going. Jeeze.” When he was walking out he looked back at you smirking. “You know, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how a 4’9 chihuahua would react.”

You threw the knife at him and he ducked down at the last second. It embedded itself into the wall behind him. He looked at you, eyes wide in astonishment.

“You just threw a knife at me?” his voice came out high pitched.

You glared at him, hands on your hips and lips pursed. “I am 4’11. Thank you very much, Sir. Now, get out before I throw another one at you.”

He shook his head going back into the living room. “She threw a fucking knife at me,” he said to himself as he sat down on the couch.

“Oh, shut up. You’re a super soldier. You would’ve been fine if it got you. You big oaf,” you yelled from the kitchen.

You’re sure you heard him mumbled something but just continued breading the chicken for dinner. Maybe you had gone a bit over bored throwing a knife at him. It just pissed you off that he said you were 4’9. You’re little, but not that damn little.

You came out of the kitchen an hour later to find him with his head back on the couch, sleeping. You took a moment to admire him. He was so handsome. You loved how focused his eyes were while also being soft. He had a strong jaw surrounded by stubble and you may have wandered a time or two how his plump lips would feel against yours. You smiled to yourself at the thought.

You walked over to him humming. You stood behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder. “It’s time to get up you big oaf. Dinner is ready.”

He groaned and opened his eyes. Looking at you through the corner of his eye, he said, “You’re not gonna throw any more knives at me, are you?”

You shook your head. “No. I may have overreacted,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

He grabbed your hands in his. “I forgive you, doll.” He turned his head and looked at you. His face so close to yours, you felt his breath. “I’m sorry for calling you a 4’9 chihuahua.”

You stared into his eyes and realized something. You really liked Bucky. Yeah, you threw a knife at him, but you cared for him deeply. He was always there when you needed him. He was easy to talk to. You were comfortable around him and he made you feel safe.

He must have read it in your eyes, because he reached up, cupped your cheek and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You were shocked for a split second before melting into it. His lips were as soft as you had imagined and it sent shivers down your spine.

He pulled away when his lungs were screaming for air. He smiled at you, pink dusting his cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, doll.”

You mirrored his smile. “I’m glad you finally did.”

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Coffee, Pie, You-Chapter 10

Hey guys! This fic is coming to an end soon. I originally wanted to make this chapter the last one, but once I saw how long it had become, I knew I had to add at least one more. Next chapter should be the end.

A week had passed since you moved into the Avenger’s Tower and the Sandra situation was dealt with. You spent a lot of time with Buchanan in either your apartment or his. The more the two of you talked and opened up, the further in love you fell.

He had opened up about what had happened with Sandra that night. You knew it had been bothering him, but you didn’t press the matter. You knew he’d talk about it when he was ready. He had explained how upset he had been before going into the warehouse.

“I thought about what she did to you. How you looked in the hospital bed. I knew she would’ve killed you and I knew I couldn’t forgive her for it.” Buchanan’s voice was strained as he spoke. “But, then, I saw her sitting on the floor. She was a shell of the woman we had encountered back in Siberia. She was plagued by nightmares and the serum was killing her. She reminded me of me. That haunted look is one I know so well.”

You stretched your hand out across the table and grabbed his. He looked at you, eyes sad and a frown pasted on his face. “You still had family to help you through it. It wasn’t the same for Sandra, unfortunately. HYDRA took away her reasons to live.”

“I know, but we could’ve helped her find new ones. She deserved better,” he said through gritted teeth.

You were shocked at how upset he was behind it. “Buchanan, you tired. You didn’t go in there guns a blazing. You talked to her and tried to help her. How things ended is not your fault. You understand that, don’t you?”

He stared at you for what felt like hours. Those steel blue eyes bore into you as if he was searching for something in your eyes. Finally, he spoke softly. “I know, Y/N. But, it doesn’t change the way I feel.”

“How do you feel?” you kept your eyes locked onto his.

“Like I could’ve done more. That I should’ve,” his voice was dripping with regret.

You got up and walked over to him. You wrapped around arm around his neck, bringing his face into your chest in a firm hug. He instantly put his arms around your waist and embraced you back.

“Buchanan, please don’t do that. You cannot hold yourself responsible for the actions of others. Not when you are still working through what you did as the Soldier.” You shifted back and cupped his cheek, moving his face up so you could look at him. “You helped as best as you could. You should take some solace in knowing that you tried. You have to beautiful of a soul to take on the burdens of others. All you have to do is continue on the path you’re on. Continue helping others. But, most of all. Continue helping yourself. The better you become, the better equipped you’ll be to help others.”

Buchanan blinked several times. His mouth was open and he looked completely flabbergasted. He knew you were right and was beyond grateful to have found you. He shook his head and smiled.

Grabbing your face, he brought your lips close to his. “Thank you,” he breathed before kissing you.

You smiled into the kiss. You knew you would do everything you could to help him. “You’re welcome, sweety.”

That had happened a few days ago. Today he was taking you down to the lab so Bruce could remove the splint. You have finally healed thanks to the booster shot you had received from the good doctor.

You were excited to finally get back into the kitchen. You had mentally prepared an entire menu as a thank you for the team. They had done so much for and barely even knew you. This was the best way to show your gratitude.

Buchanan was holding your hand, like he always did, as the 2 of entered the lab. Bruce looked up from his desk and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Bruce asked smiling brightly.

“Excited to get the hell out of this splint,” you responded jumping onto the bed.

Buchanan laughed. “You just want to get back in the kitchen.”

“Damn skippy,” you said with a nod. “It’s a bitch trying to cook with one hand.”

Bruce got up and walked over to you chuckling. “Let’s get this off of you and back in the kitchen.”

Once he removed the splint, Bruce had FRIDAY check all your wounds one last time. You were 100% healed and cleared to go. You hopped off the bed, rotating your arm and wrist.

You looked at Bruce, eyes shining. “Thank you so much, Doc! I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to spend another day in that splint. You’re a lifesaver.” You threw your arms around him in a big hug.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad I was able to help. It’s great to see you in good spirits,” he said sweetly, hugging you back.

“Thanks again, Bruce,” Buchanan said shaking his hand. He looked at you and smiled. “Come on. I know you’re dying to cook somethin’.”

You threw back your head and laughed. “You are correct, sir!” you rejoiced. “Later, Bruce.” you waved as you walked out of the lab.

Buchanan grabbed your hand again while you waited for the elevator. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

“So, what’s the first extravagant meal you plan on making?” he asked as the doors opened.

You smirked mischievously. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

He chuckled. “That’s fine. I know it will be delicious, so I’m looking forward to it.”

You bit your bottom lip as you neared your floor. “Hey, is there a place where the whole team can sit and eat together?”

“Yeah. Why?” Buchanan asked curiosity piqued.

“Does it have a kitchen?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“It does,” he answered slowly. “And, yes it is stocked with food.”

“Yay,” you chirped bouncing on the balls of your heels. The elevator stopped and you got off. “Can you pick me up in a half an hour to take me there? I want to take a quick shower before I get to cooking.”

“Sure thing, doll. Take your time and let FRIDAY know when you’re ready,” he told you as you approached your apartment door.

“Thanks, sweety. I’ll see you in a bit.” You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him.

“See you in a bit,” he mimicked as you opened the door and walked in.

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James was sitting on the couch reading a book when he heard footsteps approaching his apartment door. He knew it was Steve before the knock. He got up to let his friend in.

“Hey, Bucky,” Steve said. “Busy?”

“Just reading while I wait for Y/N. What’s up?” James moved to the side so Steve could come in.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Steve walked in and made his way to the living room. He sat down on the couch and waited for James to sit before he continued. “It’s about Sandra.”

James furrowed his eyebrows. “What about her? Is she still alive?”

“No, no,” Steve said quickly shaking his head. “Fury contacted me about where to bury her. I honestly don’t know where she should be buried. I was thinking about sending her body back to Latveria, but HYDRA wiped out her whole family.”

James put a hand over his face and shook his head. “Killing her husband and children wasn’t enough?”

Steve exhaled. “Apparently not.” He put his head back. “I just feel like we should have a small funeral for her. I mean, I know she tried to kill Y/N and her mission was taking you back, but I-”

“So, let’s have it at St. Raymond’s,” James said simply.

Steve looked at him confused. “Really?”

“Yes. Sandra was another victim. She deserves a funeral. Even if we are the only 2 who attend.” This was James’s way of doing more for her.

Steve smiled. “Alright, Buck. I’ll Fury know.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “So, how’s Y/N? Is she finally out of that splint?”

James smiled. “Yeah, and is itching to get back into the kitchen. She has some epic meal planned out for us tonight.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Steve said excitedly.

“Me either,” James agreed.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Y/N is ready?” FRIDAY said.

“Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome.”

Steve stood up. “Are you going to help her in the kitchen?”

“I don’t think I’d be much help. I’m taking her to the 8th floor. She wants to cook there so we can all eat together,” James explained.

“That woman really is somethin’,” Steve murmured.

“Yes, she is,” James said dreamily.

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You were waiting for Buchanan in front of your door when he came out with Steve. Your hair was up in a messy bun and you had on a pair of dark wash jeans, black tank top and the black sneakers you’d become attached to. You were ready to throw down in the kitchen.

“Hi, Steve,” you chirped happily.

“Hey, Y/N. You’re looking chipper,” he chimed smiling.

“Well, I’m finally healed up and ready to get back to what I love. Cooking!” you beamed.

Buchanan laughed. “That kitchen ain’t gonna know what hit it.” He grabbed your hand. “Come on.”

The three of you made your way to the elevator. You hummed while you waited for it to get there, slightly swaying. Buchanan watched you amused.

“What are you jamming to in your head?” he asked.

“Daft Punk’s One More Time. It was the last song I heard before I finished getting ready,” you told him. “I love that song.”

“I see,” Buchanan said as the elevator doors opened. Once you all stepped onto it he said, “So, can I get a hint as to what you’re going to make?”

That mischievous smile was back on your face. “Nope. You’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Come on, doll. Please,” he whined.

“You lot really are a bunch of five-year-olds,” you giggled. “And, no. You just have to wait, Buchanan.”

Steve shook his head smiling. “Looks like you’re losing your charm, pal.”

Buchanan glared at him. “Who asked you?”

Steve put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying-”

“No one asked you to say anything, punk,” Buchanan snapped.

“100-year-old 5-year-olds,” you mumbled under your breath shaking your head.

“Hey!” Steve said defensively as Buchanan squeezed your hand.

You looked from one to the other. “What? It’s true. How else would you describe your squabbling?”

They both blinked at you owlishly. You let out a huff of victory as the doors opened and dragged Buchanan out of the elevator, Steve following behind.

Buchanan was in awe with the way you always seemed to leave him speechless. Whether it was you telling him that he was a beautiful soul or calling him a 5-year-old. Either way, he liked that you could do that to him. It just added to his adoration towards you.

You stopped abruptly and looked at him. “So, where’s the kitchen?”

Buchanan threw his head back and laughed. His eyes crinkled and he scrunched his nose. Seeing him like this made you fall a little further, even though you had no idea what the hell was so funny.

When he finally caught his breath he looked at you, eyes shining. “You pulled me out of the elevator and yet you have no idea where you’re going. You’re insane. You know that, doll?”

“Yeah, actually I do,” you said matter-of-factly. “Now that we’ve established my mental state, can you take me to the kitchen, please.”

He laughed again shaking his head and tugging towards the kitchen. “This way, insane one.”

“You 2 are too cute,” Steve said still following behind you both.

“Shut up,” you both said in unison.

“See!” he cheered.

“That was pretty cute,” you said looking back at him and winking.

Buchanan scoffed. “Don’t encourage him, doll.”

“Oh, stop being a grumpy old man,” Steve scolded. “Just take the compliment.”

“He’s right,” you said. “You are being a grumpy old man, sweety.”

Buchanan stopped and looked at you. “I am not!”

“Now, you’re being a 5 year old,” you pointed at him.

He let out an exasperated breath. “Both of you shut up.” He turned and pulled you into the kitchen.

Your face lit up as you looked around. It was twice as big as the kitchen in your apartment and had all the same machines and utensils. There was way more counter space and the fridge was enormous.

You let go of Buchanan’s hand and clapped happily bouncing up and down. “Yay!” You looked up at him, smiling from ear to ear.

He never wanted that look to go away. It made his heart somersault in his chest. You were absolutely breathtaking when were you this happy.

“Ready to start cooking, doll?” he asked you smiling.

“Hell yes!” You threw your arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. When you broke away, you said, “Now, get the hell out of here. Both of you. I have work to do.”

“Hey, you’re kicking me out?” Buchanan asked shocked. “Why?”

“Because what I’m going to make is a surprise.” You gave him a wicked smile. That and I know you’re going to be very distracting. Now, shoo.”

“Fine,” Buchanan huffed. “We’ll be in the common room.”

“No, I want you both to leave the floor. Go hit the gym or something,” you said firmly leaving no room to argue.

Steve and Buchanan looked at each other bewildered.

Steve just shook his head and started heading back to the elevator. “See you later, Y/N,” He said over his shoulder.

“Later.” You looked a Buchanan and smiled sweetly. “Go on. I’ll let FRIDAY know when din din is ready.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Din din?”

“Yes, din din. Now, go.”

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?” He kissed you again. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” “See you later, sweety.”

Steve and James in the gym: James: She really kicked us out from the entire floor. Steve: Yeah. James: A week ago she couldn't get over the fact she was staying at Avengers Tower. Now, she kicked us out. Steve: I guess she's starting to feel little more comfortable. James: I guess Clint coming into the gym: Can someone explain to me why Y/N won't let anyone on the 12th floor? James laughing: So, it's not just us, huh? Clint confused: What? Tony barging into the gym: Barnes, how did your girl get FRIDAY to keep me off of the 12th floor? In MY tower? James laughing so hard tears are streaming down his face: She's amazing!

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Coffee, Pie, You-Chapter 4

Your eyes went wide as Tony Stark came up to the counter. Holy shit! It’s Ironman and Captain America and Falcon!! What were the Avengers doing at your little kiosk?

Tony gave you that signature smile. “Hello, dear. It would seem you're the reason the Manchurian Candidate here has put on a few pounds.”

“I have not!” James protested standing up.

Tony didn’t even look behind him. He just waved his hand dismissively. “ Anyway, do you have a menu I can browse?”

You nodded your head, mouth slightly open and handed him a menu from behind the counter. You were at a complete loss for words. What does one say to Ironman, anyway?

Tony was enjoying the look on your face. “Is everything alright, dear? You haven’t said a word since we got here.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “I-I’m fine. I just- I mean, your Ironman, I mean Tony Stark, uh, Mr. Stark,” you stammered.

“Yes, I am. And, you can call me Tony,” he said sticking his hand out.

“Y/N,” you squeaked shaking his hand.

Tony’s smile grew wider. “I’m sure you know who these 2 are.” He gestured at Steve and Sam.

You nodded. Steve came over to you first and shook your hand. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said with a boyish smile.

“It’s an honor, Captain,” you managed in a normal tone.

Steve laughed. “Please, just call me Steve.”

Sam shook your hand next. “Can I just say how excited I am to finally try one of these treats?”

You tilted your head confused. “Why?”

“Because Bucky refuses to share,” Sam said glaring at the man.

This made you laugh. “Is that so? Hogging all the treats for yourself, eh, Buchanan?”

Steve gave his friend a smug look. “Buchanan has been selfish.”

James went red and he hid behind his long locks. He mumbled under his breath and sat back down. “Hurry up and order something so you all can leave.” He began shoveling food into his mouth.

“Um, is that the only seat, Y/N?” Tony asked.

“Yeah. Sorry, I don’t have anymore,” you said frowning.

“It’s fine. We’ll bring our own next time.” Tony was making sure to press all of James’s buttons.

James looked up at him, eyes intense, his mouth a thin line. “There won’t be a next time, Stark,” his warning was low.

“You are very selfish, Buchanan,” Tony emphasized his name with an evil smirk. Looking back at you, he said, “Can I have a bacon, egg and cheese, dear?”

“Coming right up!” you beamed at him.

James was annoyed at the fact that they were there, but seeing the way you lit up was well worth it. Cooking made you happy and happy looked so damned good on you.

Steve came over to stand by James and looked at what was left in his plate. “Whatcha got there, Buck?” he asked with genuine interest.

James told him what it was. “It’s really good. Never had an omelet like this before.”

Sam had taken the menu from Tony and was looking it over. “Hey, I don’t see that on here.”

“It’s part of the secret menu,” you teased over your shoulder. “Only, frequent customers get access to it.”

Steve was wearing that smug look again. “Looks like we gotta come here more often.” He chuckled at James’s face. “Stop being selfish, Buchanan.”

“Stop calling me that, punk,” James mumbled. He got up and walked over to the counter with his empty plate and cup. “Hey, doll. Can I get a refill?”

You turned smiling at him. “Of course. Just give me a sec.” You took the cup and plate from him. You turned back and finished up Tony’s sandwich. “Order’s up.”

Tony sauntered over to the counter. “I’ll have a cup of coffee, too. Cream, 3 sugars.”

“Sure. Small, medium, or large?” You ask as you made James’s coffee.

“Medium should suffice.” Tony looked at Sam and Steve. “Are you 2 gonna order, or what?”

Sam made his way to the counter first. “Yeah. Can I have the Curious Breakfast? That sounds interesting.”

“Sure thing.” You were handing James and Tony their coffees when you looked at Steve. “What would you like, Cap?”

“I wanna try what Bucky had, but it’s my first time here, so,” Steve gave you puppy dog eyes.

You threw your head back and laughed. They may be Avengers, but they definitely acted like children from this display. “I’ll let it slide since you’re an Avenger.”

Steve smiled widely. “Thank you, Y/N!”

Tony took a sip of his coffee. “Wow, this is great. Best coffee I have ever had,” he said astonished.

James nodded his head in agreement. “Wait till you try the food.” He winced at the thought. Now, they’ll be here all the time and that upset him. This had become a safe haven for him. He just wanted to spend some time with you after the Siberia mission. It had left him feeling uneasy and his nightmares had gotten worse since they got back 2 days ago.

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As they got off the Quinjet, James tried not to think about how unsettling being back here was. He scanned the area for any possible immediate threats. Nothing seemed out of place for the most part.

“Stark, can you hack the door?” Steve asked.

“Just you try and stop me,” Tony said approaching the electronic lock. After a moment, the door opened. “Piece a cake. You, does your secret lover make cake to, Barnes?”

James rolled his eyes. “Focus on the task at hand.”

“I am while also focusing on cake. It’s called multitasking,” Tony said sarcastically.

“Guys, I picked up 4 heat signatures heading the door,” Sam said over the comms. He was in the air, scanning for outside threats with Redwing.

“Any outside?” Steve asked.

“None so far,” Sam answered.

James lifted his gun and aimed as he followed Steve through the door. He could hear the footsteps getting closer. He took a deep breath when they were only steps away.

“It has to be ready by tonight. I don’t care what it takes, just get it done!” a man’s voice echoed through the corridor.

American? James thought as 2 people came into view. Just as the 2 men noticed Steve and James, Tony shot them with tranq darts. They went down like a sack of potatoes. Tony shot out 2 more darts and hit the 2 men that were behind them.

“Sam, keep an eye on the door. We’re heading down,” Steve said over the comms.

“Gotcha Cap. Watch yourselves,” Sam said.

James continued to follow Steve to the elevator. He quickly scanned the unconscious men on the ground as the walk passed them. One was American, but the other 3 were German. What was the American doing here?

Tony had FRIDAY run a scan on the men to see what she could find. The A.I. informed him it will take a little while and she’ll update him soon. They got into the elevator and made there way down.

“Tony, picking up and heat signatures?” Steve whispered as the elevator slowed down.

“Yeah, a dozen spread out in the chamber ahead,” Tony confirmed. “Only 4 have visible automatic rifles. 2 at the entrance and 2 where Zemo locked himself in.”

Steve nodded and looked at James. His face was stern, but his eyes gave away his concern. “Ready, pal?”

“Ready,” James said, his voice even. He put his gun up and walked out of the elevator on Steve’s left.

They made quick work of the 2 guards at the entrance to the chamber. Tony tranqed the other 2 quickly before they could raise the alarm. The rest of the people there were scientists.

From the looks of it, they were working on a new serum. The scientists were terrified and surrendered themselves immediately once they saw who they were. One lady’s eyes were wide with terror when she saw James.

“Please, don’t kill me, Soldat. I was forced to work on the serum. They have my family,” she pleaded with him.

James’s mouth twisted into a snarl when she called him that. “Don’t call me that.” His face softens a bit when he saw the tears in her eyes. “I’m not here to kill you. Tell us everything about what’s going on here.” He hated when people looked at him like he was still the Winter Soldier.

She told him about the advancements that were made to the serum. Now, a person who survived the procedure would heal at a much faster rate than before. Their body didn’t need to intake as many calories as James and Steve’s did anymore. It could survive off of a third of what a normal body intake would need. They were much stronger, faster and agile than Steve and James also. It was much easier to brainwash them. The serum destroyed their brains, erasing all memories before regenerating ready to be filled by HYDRA’s lies.

“Have they used it on anyone, yet?” James demanded.

The woman nodded her head slowly. “Yes. On a woman a few months ago. She lived through the procedure and they moved to her another facility.”

“Which facility? Where?” James was sickened that HYDRA had claimed another victim.

“I don’t know. We aren’t privy to that information. We are just here to continuously produce the serum and enhance it. We aren’t even the ones who administer the serum. There’s a special team of doctors that do that.”

“Damn it,” James breathed.

Steve pulled him to the side. “Tony should be able to hack the system and find out more. I called Fury. SHIELD can handle this until a lead comes up.” He sighed heavily. “So, they found a way to make their victims more obedient on their quest to make the perfect weapon. We’re going to end their game once and for all.”

“We have to. There’s no telling what this woman will be capable of when they’re through with her,” James said. He shook his head and looked to the side, eyes falling onto the chair. His chair. The pain and torture he went through made him clench his fits and tighten his jaw. “HYDRA will be destroyed for everything they’ve done.”

“You sure about that, Soldat?” The woman’s voice was much deeper than before. When they looked at her, she a sinister smile on her lips. In an instance, it clicked. “You’re the woman.”

She smiled wickedly at them. “I’m the woman.”

James lifted his gun and shot at her, but she was too fast. She dodged out of the way and slammed into Steve. He flew back into the wall a few feet behind him. She turned and ran back at James, grabbing the barrel of the gun and bending it upwards.

He quickly let go of the gun and swung at her. She blocked it and punched him in the ribs, breaking 2 of them on impact. He spit up blood as he dropped to one knee. Her leg was coming around towards his face. He blocked her kick and swung her around into a table.

Tony shot 2 tranq darts at her, but again she was too fast. She jumped out of the way seconds before they hit their mark. “Damn, she’s fast.”

She ran at Steve, throwing punches he was having difficulty blocking and avoiding. James ran at her to help his friend. Even with 2 super soldiers attacking her, she was holding her own. They hardly landed any hits and each time she connected, slowed them down significantly.

James saw an opening as she was throwing a haymaker at Steve. He quickly wrapped his metal arm around her throat while stopping her fist from connecting with Steve’s face. She elbowed him in the ribs she broke earlier, only making him to tighten the choke hold he had her in. She grabbed his arm and started pulling it away. Steve grabbed her arm and she kicked him in the stomach. It hurt like hell but he didn’t let go.

“Tranq her, now!” Steve shouted.

Tony shot out 2 tranquilizer darts that hit her in the chest. It wasn’t enough, however. She was still struggling, kicking wildly trying to get the 2 men off of her.

“What is this woman made out of?” Tony asked bewildered before letting off 2 more shots. Her movements slowed, but she was still trying to fight them off. “Should I hit her with another dart?”

“Do it,” James said through gritted teeth. “She’ll survive.”

Tony sent one more at her, but just as it was going to hit her, she turned abruptly using James as a shield. The dart hit him in the neck. “Shit! I’m sorry!”

“Just shoot her again!” James said whirling her back around.

Tony did as he said, this time hitting his mark. She finally stopped flailing and her arms fell to her sides. James felt her breathing slow down before releasing her. Her body fell down to the floor and she let out a moan. She wasn’t completely out, but she couldn’t fight anymore.

James took the dart out of his neck. He felt a bit sluggish nothing more. He looked at the woman on the ground. Her eyes were glassy and she was mumbling incoherently. “We need to tie her up before the serum purges the tranquilizer out of her system.”

Steve started looking around. He knew there had to be some type of restraints lying around somewhere. HYDRA would be prepared for resistance from their subjects.

“How are you feeling there, Barnes?” Tony asked eyeing the woman on the ground.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured him. He looked over to where his now useless gun laid on the floor a few feet away. “I really liked that gun.”

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“Alright, fellas. Order’s up!” You handed Sam his plate while Steve made his way over to get his. “So, how do you take your coffee?” Sam told you for both of them and you quickly put it together. “Enjoy,” you said handing them their cups.

James had stood at the counter and let Steve sit down to eat. You both stood, watching eagerly at their reactions after taking the first bite.

Sam’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Y/N, this is amazing! No wonder you’re always here, Bucky.”

Steve’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline and he moaned loudly. “This is delicious! What else is on the secret menu?”

You laughed. “I’ll print one out for tomorrow night.”

James shot you a look. He really didn’t want to encourage these fools to come back. Especially, so soon.

Tony took a bite from his sandwich and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I didn’t think a simple sandwich could taste so damn good. Y/N, I’m getting you a restaurant.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wh-what?”

“I’m getting you a restaurant,” he repeated nonchalantly. “If you can make food this good out of a kiosk, I can only imagine what you can do in a real kitchen.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish trying to process what Tony Stark was offering.

James looked at you and smiled. “You alright there, doll?”

“I’m just.” You shook your head. “Thank you, Mr. Stark-um, Tony, but I have to respectfully decline. I chose this spot and this kiosk for a reason. It’s how I give back to those who help others. The customers I get are doctors, nurses, EMTs, officers and the like. I can’t just leave.”

James felt his chest swell. You turned down an amazing opportunity so you could continue giving back. If wasn’t falling you before, he definitely was now.

Tony beamed at that response. “I respect that, Y/N. If you ever change your mind, though, just tell Frostbite and I’ll make it happen.”

“Thank you, Tony,” you said with sincerity.

“No problem, dear.” He looked at the array of baked goods under the counter. “So, what do you recommend?”

You smiled and began picking out some treats for them. They lingered around for about 20 more minutes before Tony paid for everything and they left. James was relieved they were finally going so he could spend time alone with you.

“So, the Avengers are made up of 5-year-olds?” you teased.

“What?” he asked you confused.

You giggled. “The way the lot of you interact with each other screams 5-year-olds. Just as an observation I made.”

James shook his head. When he thought about it, you were right. They did act like children. “Maybe. But, they started it.” Your laugh made his heart speed up. He loved that sound.

You looked down the street and saw some scrubs heading your way. “Ah, the hungry approach.”

James looked to where they were coming from. He was a little upset he was being interrupted again, but this was your job. He sighed and looked back at you.

You were busy making him a fresh cup of coffee. You knew he would be going now, too. You always sent him off with coffee and a treat. It was your way of thanking him and trying to express how much you enjoyed his company. You were hoping he would get the hint that you liked him. You couldn’t seem to work up the nerve to tell him. If only you knew that he felt the same way.

James walks into the apartment. Steve sitting at the kitchen table enjoying the cheesecake he got from Y/N. James: How's the cheesecake? Steve: Amazing, of course. James, smiling like an idiot: Just like her. Steve laughing: She really is something. I'm happy for ya, Buck. James: Thanks. I just wish I knew how to tell her I like her. Steve choking on cheesecake: Wait! You spend all that time together and you haven't to her you like her. What the hell is wrong with you!? James, flipping him off: Shut up, punk, eat your cake and mind ya damn business. Steve, exasperated: But, how have you not told her yet!!? James going into his room and slamming the door: Shut up, punk.

So, there might be another part to Siberia but I'm not entirely sure as of yet. Would really love to know what you think about it so far. I didn't plan this story at all. I'm just letting it flow. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Tiny Sweets- Bucky/Reader One-Shot

Notes: I’m not really good at reader fics or one-shots, but hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? Feedback will be greatly appreciated. I also have this up on AO3 under Casual Encounters. My profile is https://archiveofourown.org/users/Solei89/profile if you want to follow me there. Just saying. You can if you want :D. I hope you enjoy it.

It was quiet and cold this morning. Most people were still in bed, wrapped up and warm. How he wished he could enjoy that peace of mind. Instead, one James Buchanan Barnes was dragging himself through the freshly fallen snow. A nightmare still fresh in his mind.

After he shot up from the horrific dream, he decided a walk would help him. So, he got dressed and left his Brooklyn apartment. He made his way to a nearby park about 15 minutes from his building. After aimlessly walking around for however long he did (he wasn’t keeping track), he felt the need for a cup joe sinking in.

He left the park from a different side he doesn't usually go through, hoping to find something open this early (it was 7:15 am) on a Sunday morning. To his surprise, there was a small cafe open on the corner parallel to the where he exited the park.

He made his way over to the shop that had a hanging sign that read Tiny Sweets. When he walked in, he was immediately struck by the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked treats. The place was small and only had 3 round table scattered about and one table tucked in a corner by the window. He decided he would sit at the table by the window so he could see who, if anyone, came in.

“Good morning!” a cheery voice pulled his attention to the counter.

James was floored by your beauty and the bright smile on your face. Your eyes were kind with a hint of mischief. Your lips were succulent and he imagined for a moment what they tasted like. It was only when you frowned a bit that he noticed he was staring at you.

Clearing his through he quickly said, “Morning,” voice gruff and low.

Your smile perked up again. “What can I get you?”

James walked up to the counter. “A coffee, please.”

“Sure thing. How do you like it?” you asked.

His mind may have wondered to something more intimate, but he snapped himself out of it quickly. “Cream and 2 sugars.”

“Coming right up.” You walked over to a shelf with mugs. “Is this your first time here?”

“Yeah,” he answered while he watched you intently as you made his coffee.

Turning with the mug in your hands, you made your way back to the counter. “Welcome to my shop, Tiny Sweets.”

Your voice was melodic. James found himself completely enamored by you, yet he didn’t even know your name.

“Thank you,” he finally managed, taking the mug from your hands. It smelled heavenly.

You looked at him and your eyes lit up for a moment. “Hold on.” You went over to where there were an array of tiny baked goods, grabbed a small plate and put a pastry on it. “Here you go. Its a strawberry and cream puff pastry. It’s on the house.”

James blinked in surprise at the generous offer. “You don’t have-”

You cut him off before he could protest. “I already did. Besides, you look like you could use a pick me up. Enjoy it.”

James smiled shyly at you and thanked you again before stuffing some bills in the tip jar. He ignored the look you gave him because you knew he was still trying to pay for it. He made his way over to the table by the window. The coffee was perfect, and he had to hold in a moan at how delicious the pastry was. He could see himself in here every day of the week.

James had been frequenting Tiny Sweets for a few months now. You saw him at least 3 times a week. Sometimes he would come in as soon as you unlocked the door. Other times he would come in after the morning rush. This time, he came in the evening and he was with someone.

“Hi, James!” You greet him with that big smile that makes him melt.

“Hi, Y/N,” James says shyly. The tall, dark handsome fellow he walked in with elbows him in the ribs and it hit you that he was the Falcon. “Oh, this is my friend, Sam.”

“Hello, Sam,” you say stretching a hand over the counter.

“Hey. Nice to finally meet ya,” Sam says excitedly shaking your hand.

You quirk an eyebrow up and look at James, who can’t seem to look at you. “Well, I hope whatever he’s told you is good. I got a reputation to keep,” you joke winking at James when he finally makes eye contact.

He feels his cheeks go red and tries to hide behind the hair framing his face.

Sam laughs. “Only the best things about you. Especially, about these tiny desserts.”

It gave you butterflies to think he may actually like you the way you like him since he had told his friends about you. Ever since that first cold morning he walked into your little shop, you were strangely drawn to him. Yes, he was extremely handsome and attractive, but there was something in his eyes. Something that made you want to get to know him.

Your conversations were short with him, and he sometimes seemed to be battling internally. Then, you found out he was the Winter Soldier and understood a little better what you had seen in his eyes. He was longing for peace of mind. A peace he knew he didn’t deserve, and yet he still yearned for it. You knew you wanted to show him he deserved to be happy. You were just too chicken to ask him out so you could.

James looked up at you. “Can I a coffee, doll? Oh, and whatever this idiot wants.”

You felt your chest swell at the pet name. Maybe, he really did like you. “Sure thing. What will you be having, Sam?”

“A latte and any one of those fine desserts you have there,” Sam said pointing to the display of sweets.

“You fellas have a seat. I’ll be right over with your order,” you said to them and sauntered away. You missed James’s lingering look before Sam dragged him to a table.

“Dude, she’s beautiful,” Sam whispered looking over to you, making sure you didn’t hear.

“I know,” James said a smile tugging at his lips.

“So, when are you gonna ask her out?” Sam asked.

James looked down at the table. How could someone as sweet and kind and beautiful as you want to go out with a broken man like him?

“Hey, Frostbite, listen to me. If you don’t ask her out, I will,” Sam said with a shit eating grin. He loved ticking James off.

“They will never find your body,” James growled in a low voice.

“So, stop wasting time. A gal like that is hard to find. Besides, she likes you, too.” Sam was amused by the confused face looking back at him.

“What? What makes you say that?” James asked with genuine intrigue.

“It’s the way she looks at you. And, that wink she gave you.” Sam waggled his eyebrows.

James shook his head. Come to think of it. You did look at him with a certain spark in your eyes.

“Here you go, guys,” you said coming over to the table with a tray. You placed the coffee and latte down in front of them before placing a plate with 6 different cakes and pastries on it between them. “Here we have red velvet cake with cream cheese filling and frosting, german chocolate cake, lavender lemon cake, caramel apple cream puffs, almond danish, and vanilla bean puffs. Enjoy!”

Sam’s eye grew wide looking at the treats. “Thank you, Y/N!”

“You are very welcome. Let me know if you need anything else.” You gave James a shy smile before hurry back behind the counter. One he did not fail to notice.

Maybe, she does like me… He looked at Sam who was too busy trying to figure out which treat he wanted to try out first. James quickly took the red velvet cake when he noticed Sam stared at it longer than the rest.

“Hey! I wanted that one,” Sam groaned.

“I know,” James said and took a bite. He made an obscene sound and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. “It’s so good,” he mocked.

“You’re a real asshole, Bucky.” Sam hastily grabbed the lavender lemon cake and shoved it in his mouth. He, too, made an obscene sound as he chewed.

“Are you 2 ok?” you asked from behind the counter.

They both looked at you embarrassed at how they were behaving. James looked down and apologized for both of them. You just laughed at them and went into the kitchen.

James looked at Sam and kicked him under the table. “You idiot!” he hissed.

“You started it,” Sam scoffed.

“I don’t know why I came here with you,” James said grabbing the german chocolate cake.

“It was either I came with you, or I stalked you here,” Sam said simply.

James shook his head. He just wanted some quiet time at his favorite coffee shop with the girl he was smitten with. Now, he just made an ass of himself in front of her because of birdbrain.

When they were done fighting over who got to have what treat, Sam got up and walked over the counter. James watched him suspiciously.

“Hey, I’m really sorry again for that unflattering display earlier,” he said sheepishly.

You chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Hell, I'm flattered that something I made could make people of your caliber make noises like that.” Both Sam and James were puzzled by that.

“Our caliber?” James had gotten up and was now standing next to Sam.

“Avengers.” You were amused at the look on their faces. “Come on, now. Give a girl a little credit. You think I didn’t know I’ve been serving coffee to Sergent Barnes for months. Especially, after strolling in here with the Falcon.”

James and Sam looked at each other and then back to you. Your eyes were sparkling and you had a mischievous smirk. James did not think you knew who he was. How could you still be so sweet after finding out?

“So, you know about my past?” James asked in a small voice, eyes searching your face while he waited for an answer.

You looked him in the eyes and when you spoke it was firm but not unkind. “Yes, I know about what you were forced to do.” You sighed. “James, your past is just that. Your past. We all have one. Some are worse than others, but what matters is that you don’t live in it. You push forward and learn to become better in your present so you have a brighter future. That’s called living.”

He was struck by your words and all he could do was stare at you, mouth slightly open. Even Sam seemed to be at a loss for words. When you gave him that bright smile he cherished, James’s faced softened.

“Y/N, would you like to grab dinner tonight?” he asked with new found courage.

Your smile grew wider, and your eyes crinkled. “I thought you’d never ask, James.”

He looked relieved and almost like some burden lifted from his shoulders. “Bucky. You can call me Bucky.”

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Coffee, Pie, You- Master List

So, I’ve made a master list to keep this fic together as best as I can. I hope this helps :D!!

Also, if you wanna ask me anything, please do not hesitate! I’m always open to feedback, too! Or, if you just wanna chat, I’m here! I just wanna get to know you guys better. I feel like its the least I can do since you put up with this witing lolz!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Coffee, Pie, You- Chapter 5

Be warned! This chapter is violent and angsty. I have no idea where it came from but I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it. It really has taken a turn off the original path lolz.

You were proud of the “secret menu” you managed to put together in the span of about 35 minutes. It had a few choice meals that Buchanan really enjoyed along with some of your favorite combinations. You also put a “Make your own platter” section people could have fun with. You were bubbling with excitement and couldn’t wait to give it Steve.

You got to Curious Delights 30 minutes earlier than you usually did. You made quick work of getting your mise en place ready. I guess I’ll open up shop a little earlier tonight, you thought as you turned the grill on.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice came from behind you.

You turned around and smiled sweetly at her. “Hello. How can I help you?”

She returned the smile. “I’d like a large coffee, light and sweet.”

“Sure thing. Just give it a few minutes to finish brewing. I put the pot before you got here,” you explained to her.

“Of course. At least I know it’s fresh,” she said with a wink.

“Can I interest you in a pastry to accompany it?” you ask her.

She pursed her lips in thought and hummed. “No, I’m in the mood for something else.”

“Here. Have a look at the menu,” you said handing it to her. “I’m sure you’ll find something to your liking.” You heard the last sputters of the coffee pot, signaling it was ready. “Ah, coffee’s done.” You turned and began making the woman her coffee.

“Oh, I think I found something to my liking,” she said, her voice dropping a few octaves.

It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You turned to look at her, cup in your hand. She had a malicious grin splattered across her face and her green eyes bore into. It was as if she was looking directly into your soul. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I’ll take your sweet little life. Then, I’ll dump your lifeless corpse at his feet,” she snarled at you.

“What? Whose feet? Who the hell are you?” Your mind was racing trying to figure out what was going on.

“He’s finally found solace and I’m going destroy it. I want to hear his screams of anguish before I take him back.” Her mouth twisted into a smile.

“Take him back? Who are you…” Buchanan. “No,” you breathed.

She barked out a laugh and lunged at you. Your first instinct was to throw the cup of coffee at her, hoping the hot drink would slow her down. It did not. She grabbed you by your arm and pulled you over the counter.

You did manage to get your hands on your chef’s knife while you were being hurled over the counter. She threw you down on your back viciously. You cried out in pain as the back of your head bounced off the pavement with a sickening crack.

She was standing over you with a satisfied look on her face. You sat up a bit and began pushing yourself away from her. She tilted her head like a confused dog trying to figure out what you were doing. It would have been funny if she wasn’t trying to kill you.

“Where do you think you’re going? The fun’s just begun,” she taunted as she walked towards you slowly.

Your head was pounding in your ears and you could feel the blood running down your neck from where your head was cracked open. As she reached down to grab you, you quickly slashed at her with the knife. You didn’t think you would get her, but you did. Leaving a diagonal gash from her forearm to her wrist.

She drew her arm back immediately and hissed. Looking at the wound and then back to you, her lips upturned with a smirk. “The little bitch has some fight in her.”

You held the knife out, ready to slash at her again. “Why did you come after me? What makes me so important?” You needed to know why someone wanted to kill you just to get to Buchanan. What made you so special?

“Sentiment,” she spat. “He adores you and so he will suffer for it.”

You sat there dumbfounded in a swirl of pain and confusion. Buchanan adored you? You suspected he liked you to some capacity, but adore is a strong word to use. You shook your head and instantly regretted it, yelping from the pain that shot through you.

“How would you know?” you grunted.

That wicked smile was back. She didn’t say anything, however. She charged at you once more. You slashed at her, but she caught you wrist in her hand. She twisted making you drop the knife and continued twisting until she dislocated it.

A scream tore its way from your throat and echoed through the empty street. You tried to push her away with your other arm, but you were too weak from the pain. She laughed at your attempt.

Still holding your wrist, she yanked you towards her and kicked you in the ribs. You felt them crack as her foot connected. The pain was blinding and you wailed while wrapping your free hand around your abdomen. She barked out a laugh as she kicked you in the face.

Finally letting go of your wrist, you crumbled to the ground. “Please, stop,” you sobbed as you clutched your stomach. “Please,” you coughed up blood.

“I’ll stop when you’re dead,” she said coldly.

You thought about Buchanan. About his smile, his focused yet soft steel blue eyes. You thought about they way kissed your hand and how it made your heart sing. If you were going to die here, you wanted to do it thinking about him.

“Buchanan,” you murmured before her fist came down and hit you in the side of your head. The last thing you saw was a figure running towards you before darkness took you.

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“Do you think she’ll ever get her memories back?” James asked Steve as they watched the armored truck leave with the enhanced woman strapped up in the back of it.

“I don’t know, Buck. If it’s true that the serum destroys the brain, she might not,” Steve answered honestly.

James sighed. “I hope she does.” He said it more to himself than to Steve.

“Hey, Cap. Barnes. You guys are gonna wanna see this,” Tony said over the comms.

James and Steve looked at each other, curious expressions on their faces. They hurriedly made there way back down to the chamber where Tony was. He was with Fury, Sam, and a few SHIELD agents. They were standing in front of a computer.

“What’s up, Tony?” Steve asked seriously.

Tony moved to the side so he can see the computer screen. “Looks like the super soldier on steroids was a biologist in Latveria before HYDRA got their hands on her. Her name is Sandra Claudio. They locked her husband and children away forcing her to work on the serum.”

James was reading the computer over Steve’s shoulder as Tony explained who the woman was. He saw the picture of her husband and 2 small children.

“Where are they now?” James asked.

Tony’s face dropped. “They were the test subjects used when they completed the first enhancements to the serum. None of them survived.”

Steve’s head snapped to Tony. “How old were the children?”

Tony swallowed hard. “4 and 6.”

James felt sick. How could they use children? He clenched his jaw. “We need to put HYDRA into the ground once and for all, already.”

“Yes, we do,” Fury spoke for the first time since they got there. “I’ll have agents working around the clock to find every hole these bastards are in.”

James gave a curt nod. He looked back at the computer screen. “So, let me guess. They forced the serum on her after?”

“No. She volunteered,” Tony said.

“Volunteered? Why?” Steve asked confused.

Tony shrugged. “I’d like to know why, too.”

“She was either hoping it would kill her too or if she survived she would be able to take them down herself,” James guessed. “She survived the serum, but couldn’t stop HYDRA’s conditioning.”

Steve put his hand on his chin. James could see the wheels turning in his head. Something was bothering him.

“Why did she tell us about the serum?” Steve shook his head confused. “She gave us all the information about what they did here. Told us about the only survivor and then attacked us. What is HYDRA playing at?”

James thought about what Steve was saying. It was odd that she would divulge HYDRA’s secrets but still try and take them out. It didn’t make any sense.

“Hopefully we can get some more info out of her,” Fury said. “There’s definitely something bigger at play here and I plan to find out what it is.”

“Agreed.” Steve looked back at the computer screen. “Let’s head back so we can go over these files. I’m sure there’s a lot to decipher.”

James was itching to get as far away from that place as possible. It was growing increasingly more difficult to keep memories at bay. He just wanted to get back to Brooklyn so he could have a cup of coffee with you.

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Steve walked into the living room furiously. James was sitting on the couch and tensed up when he saw his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just got off the phone with Fury. Sandra escaped and is in wind,” Steve’s voice was dripping with anger.

“What? How the hell did they let that happen?” James clenched his fists.

“I don’t know, but I’m heading over there now.” As Steve turned away, his phone went off. He sighed heavily and took it out of his pocket. “Yeah, Clint.”

James grabbed the remote and switched off the T.V.

“What? No, wait for us there. We’re on our way.” Steve hung up and turned to James with a horrified look. “Y/N was attacked.”

James bolted off the couch. “By who?” he demanded.

“Clint didn’t say. He’s at Kings County with her now,” was all Steve got to say before James pushed passed him and out the door.

“I’ll kill the son of a bitch!” James barked as ran down the stairs.

Steve was at his heels. He was just as upset that someone would attack her. Not only because of how James felt about her but because she was just trying to do her part. A person with a golden heart did not deserve this. They will pay for hurting his friends.

James must have broken every driving law there was with how fast he got to Kings County. Steve was pleading with him to slow down but to no avail.

“Stevie, I gotta get to her. I gotta make sure she’s ok,” was all he told him while he zigzagged through traffic.

“I know, but you’re gonna kill us before we get there!” Steve had yelled at one point when he swore James was going to crash into an eighteen wheeler.

James slammed on the break right before he drove through the emergency room entrance. He quickly put the SUV in park and jumped out, running into the hospital. He looked like a mad man when Clint spotted him.

Clint had heard about you from the Tony and Sam. He was happy that James had found someone and was even happier that he got to tease him about it too. However, when Clint saw how distressed James was, he knew how much he cared about you. His heart hurt for his friend.

“Hey, calm down, buddy. She’s gonna be alright,” Clint put his hand on James' shoulder.

“Where is she? Take me to her. Please, Clint,” James’s voice cracked.

“Come on. She’s over here.”

James followed him passed a half dozen beds before he stopped in front of a closed curtain. He looked at James and sighed, moving away.

James lifted a shaking hand and pulled back the curtain. His breath hitched in his throat when his eyes fell on you. Your head was wrapped up in bandages and your left eye was purple and swollen shut. Your face was littered with bruises and cuts and your left arm was in a splint.

He walked over to the side of your bed and felt tears stinging his eyes. Who could do such a thing to someone so beautiful and kind? He wanted to reach out and caress your face but resisted. He was afraid he would wake you up, or worse, hurt you. He shook his head and looked over to where Clint and Steve were standing.

“Who did this?” he asked as calm as he could.

Clint shook his head. “A woman. I’ve never seen her before. When I got her attention she threw a knife at me and bolted. I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with anyway. She’s was super soldier fast.”

Steve and James looked at each other and back at Clint.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Clint picked up on that knowing look that was just shared.

“Bu-Buchanan,” you mumbled.

James' head snapped to look at you. “Hey, doll.”

You smiled at him. “You’re alright.”

He nodded returning a smile. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m fine. How are you feeling?” He leaned over you a bit studying your face.

“Banged up, but I’ll live,” you chuckled and never regretted something in your life faster. You grunted and squeezed your one good eye in pain. “Note to self, don’t laugh with fractured ribs.

James’s eyes went wide. “You have fractured ribs, too? Doll, I’m so sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m alive and you’re still you.” You thought about what that awful woman had said. She wanted to take him back to become the Winter Soldier again.

James quirked an eyebrow at you. “I’m still me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

You inhaled deeply. “The woman who attacked me said she was going to take you back after she killed me.”

James shook his head and looked at Steve and Clint, then back to you. “I’m lost, Y/N. What did she say exactly?”

You shifted a bit, wincing in pain. You explained everything that had happened. James looked livid by the time you were done.

“I am so sorry, doll. This would never have happened if I just got a coffee that day and continued on.” No matter how hard he tried, the Soldier was always going to be in the background, ruining his life.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare blame yourself for this, Buchanan. This is not your fault,” you snapped.

James looked at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. Did you just scold him like a child? He couldn’t find the words.

You smiled at him. “Buchanan, I don’t regret ever meeting you. As much pain as I’m in right now, I’m happy that I have you in my life.”

He opened and closed his mouth still trying to find the words. You were beaten, bloodied and broken, but you were happy he was there. Finally, he managed to say, “Y/N, you are truly somethin’ special.”

You smiled at him. Then you looked at Steve and frowned. “I printed you a secret menu, but that psycho bitch ruined it,” you said abruptly.

This made all 3 men laugh heartily.

Clint: So, how long have they been dating? Steve: They aren't. He hasn't even told her he likes her. Clint: What the hell is wrong with him? What is he waiting for? Steve: I know right. I love him to death, but he's an idiot. Clint: Well, if she didn't know before, she defiantly knows now. Steve: I think so. He broke every law of the road known to man to get to her. Clint: That's a lot of laws.

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Coffee, Pie, You-Chapter 3

When James didn’t show up the next night, you grew worried. You knew he was an Avenger and was more than likely on an important mission, but you missed him. At least when he was with you, you knew he was safe and well fed. You had gotten used to having him around.

You didn’t see him again until the following week. Your heart flutter when you heard his gravelly voice from behind you as you worked the grill.

“Hey, doll.”

“Buchanan!” You couldn’t hide how relieved you were to see him. He had a soft smile on his lips and his eyes were bright, even for the time of night. “How’ve you been?”

James felt his breath catch in his throat at how happy you were to see him. The look of concern in your eyes as you waited for him to answer made his heart skip a beat. “I’m ok, doll. Sorry, it’s been a while. A mission came up.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “I figured. You are one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and all.” You chuckled. You turned and began making him a cup of coffee. “So, what are you in the mood for tonight?”

James gave you a toothy grin as he grabbed the cup you handed him. “Surprise me.”

“Will do.” You began rummaging through ingredients, mentally putting together a meal for him.

He took a sip of coffee, humming with satisfaction. It really was the best coffee he’s ever had. “So, how have you been? How was business last week?”

“I’ve been alright. Definitely more at ease knowing you’re alright,” you tell him looking over your shoulder. His heart melts when you wink at him before turning your attention back to what you’re cooking. “As far as business went. It was the same as usual. Saturday night was quite busy for me. I made a nice amount of money that night.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” James went around the side of the kiosk and got the chair. He hadn’t seen you in almost a week and planned to spend the night with you. Especially, after getting back from Siberia.

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“We got a tip from one of our sources that the facility you had been held in Siberia is being used again,” Steve explained.

James furrowed his eyebrows. “Didn’t SHIELD move in after our whole fiasco?”

“They did, but it seems like the moved on after stripping the place bare,” Tony said. “Looks like HYDRA saw an opportunity to move back in.”

“If it is HYDRA. We still don’t have any concrete evidence that it is,” Sam chimed in.

“That’s why we’re going there tonight. We need to find out who it is and what they’re up to,” Steve said plainly. He looked at James with concern in his eyes. “Bucky, I know that the facility can trigger you. If you want to sit this one out, we understand.”

James knew Steve was looking out for him and his mental state. No one wanted to undo all the progress he’s made since then. However, he knew he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t go.

“I appreciate your concern. I’ll be fine,” James said looking Steve in the eye. “I know I can count on you 3 to keep me focused.”

Steve smiled. “Good. Wheels up in 30.”

While they were on the Quinjet, James noticed how each of them was searching him for something. “What are you 3 looking for?”

“The brownie, duh,” Tony answered. “Come on, Frostbite. Tell us who she or he is.” Tony was amused at the way James was looking at him. “What? No judgment here.”

James shook his head. “Would you give it up already? I don’t understand how me coming in with a brownie means I’m seeing someone.”

“It’s not just the brownie. You disappear for 4 nights every week. Then, show up with coffee and treats hours later,” Steve said.

James was starting to regret sharing an apartment with his very observant best friend. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to live at the Tower. Steve didn’t want him to be alone, so he insisted they share a place. Of course, they chose to live in Brooklyn. It was familiar and played a big role in his recovery.

“Oh man, you totally got a secret lover,” Sam laughed. “Dude, that’s great!”

He shook his head again. “You guys are much too nosey for your own goods.”

Steve clasped his shoulder. “Listen, Buck. When you’re ready to talk about it, we’re here.”

“And, eager!” Tony chirped. “So, please don’t take too long. The anticipation is killing us.”

“So, can you bring some treats for all of us when you come back from your next rendezvous?” Sam asked enthusiastically.

James glared at him for a moment. Then, after Sam paled, he said, “No. Now, drop it.” He had grown to love the team, but they did piss him off from time to time.

When they got to Siberia, James felt his stomach churn. The memories came flooding back and for a brief moment, he thought he made a mistake taking on the mission. Then, your face popped into his mind. It was an odd thing to happen, but that charming smile you always gave him settled his nerves. He had a reason to get through this and it was so he could see that smile again.

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“Order’s up!” you sang as you handed him a steaming plate of food. Your face dropped when you saw the sadness in his eyes. “Buchanan, what’s wrong?”

James stood up quickly. He hadn’t noticed how deep in thought he had been. “Nothing, doll. Just got lost in my thoughts there for a moment.” He gave you a crooked smile. “So, what do we have here?” He peered into the plate.

You could still see the uneasiness in his eyes but didn’t press the matter. You never want to make him feel like you were prying into matters that weren’t any of your concern. “So, here you have an omelet with steak, onions, peppers, and provolone cheese with a side crispy fingerling potatoes.”

James' eyebrows went up. “Wow. I didn’t think you could make potatoes on that grill.”

“I roast the potatoes at home and then heat them up on the grill. I have to cook or at least par cook the foods that take a longer time to make,” you told him.

“Makes sense.” He took the plate and sat down. As always, that first bite sent his taste buds into a frenzy. His eyes went comically wide as he failed to suppress the moan that rumbled out of his throat.

Your laugh drew his attention and he blushed. “I guess that means you like it?”

“Mmmhmm, I love it,” he mumbled with his mouth full.

“Hey, didn’t your mother tell you not to speak with your mouth full,” Tony said walking up to the kiosk.

How the hell did James not see him coming? He almost choked on his food when he saw Steve and Sam with him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” James growled through gritted teeth.

“The same reason you’re here. To grab a bite to eat.” The mischievous smile Tony gave James made him want to hurl him across Brooklyn. This was not going to end well, he knew.

Watching from behind some garbage cans on the corner: Sam: I knew he had a secret lover! Tony: Look! He even has his own chair. Steve: Guys, he must be smitten with her. How has he not noticed us at all? We aren't exactly in the best hiding spot. Tony: I know. He's completely engrossed. Come on, let's go fuck with him!!

Next chapter we will go back to Siberia and get some more details of what happened while they were there!! Thanks for reading, guys. It means so much to me!! You guys can leave me some comments too. Always looking forward to hearing what you guys think of this.

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Coffee, Pie, You- Chapter 1

Here is a new fic I’m working on. I’d love to know what you guys think.

James was walking down Clarkson Avenue in Brooklyn. He had just left Kings County Hospital after stopping an armed robbery in progress. It had happened a few blocks away and he made it there just in the nick of the time. The man being mugged had been hit in the face with the gun robber had before aiming it at the man’s head.

For once, James thanked his nightmares. Had it not been for them tonight, that poor man would’ve been killed for a few measly bucks and a watch.

He had started going for long walks at night knowing he wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. Tonight, his walk saved a life.

After beating the crap out of the thug and calling the cops, he took the ride in the ambulance with the victim. This way he could make sure the man was going to be alright and let the officer who went with them know what had happened. Both the man and the office were surprised when they found out who he was.

“Thank you so much, Sergeant,” the man said tears in his eyes. “How can I ever repay you?”

James shook his head quickly. “There’s no need to. It’s what my job.”

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s an honor to meet you, sir,” the officer said shaking his hand. “I’m Riley Fitzgerald.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” James said. “Do you need anything else from?” He asked as they pulled into the emergency room parking lot.

Riley shook his head. “No, Sir. That’s all.”

James gave a curt nod. “Well, have a good night.” He looked at the man. “You’re in good hands from here. Please, be careful in the future.” And, with that, he jumped out of the ambulance and continued his walk.

He was starting to feel hungry and wondered if there was anything open this late. To his delight and surprise, he found a food kiosk. The sign above it read Curious Delights. As he approached, the aroma of coffee and bacon made his mouth water. Then, he saw the woman behind the counter, back to him, flipping a pancake over.

He watched for a moment as she swayed her hips to a song playing from her phone. She grabbed an aluminum plate and began to stack the food from the grill in it. She was humming as she turned around and finally saw him standing there.

“Oh, hello,” you say sweetly, hiding the fact that the man startled you a bit. “What can I get for ya?”

James smiled shyly. You were so pretty and had the softest eyes he’s ever seen. “Um, a coffee, cream, and 2 sugars, please.”

“Small, medium or large?” You ask putting the plate to the side.

James thought about it for a moment. “Medium is fine, thanks.”

“Sure thing.” You turn and grab a medium cup to his coffee. You look at him over your shoulder. “Would you like something to go with it? Maybe, a hot sandwich or a slice of pie?”

James bit his lip. He was hungry, but he didn’t know what he was in the mood for. Apparently, you read it on his face.

You handed him his coffee and then a menu. “Here, take a look. While you pick something out, I’m going to have breakfast.” You grabbed the plate of food.

James chuckled. “You know what? I’ll have what you’re having if it’s not too much trouble?”

“It would never be too much trouble, Sergeant,” you said with a wink. You laughed at the expression on his face. He looked like an adorable confused puppy. “Yes, I know who you are. Kinda hard not to. You are an Avenger.”

Smiling sheepishly, he said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took a sip of his coffee and his eyebrows went up. “I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

Your cheeks went pink at the genuine compliment. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” You quickly turned to the grill and began making his food.

James looked around at the empty streets and then at his watch. It was 1:37 am. “So, are you always out here so late?”

“Only 4 nights a week. I do the graveyard shift. I’m here from 11 at night to 9 in the morning,” you tell him grabbing 2 eggs. “How do you want your eggs?”

“However you like them,” James answered and took another sip of coffee. It really was delicious. He couldn’t wait to try your food. “You’ve got guts being out here all night alone. These streets are dangerous.”

“Over easy, it is, then.” You turn and smile at him. His heart flutters. “Ah, it’s not so bad. Since I’m so close to Kings County, my main customers are hospital staff, EMTs and officers. They keep me safe and I keep them fueled.”

James huffed out a laugh at that. “Sounds like a good deal. Which nights are you here?”

You flipped the pancakes and reached for another aluminum plate. “Thursday to Sunday. Business seems to boom on the weekends.” You turned with the plate in hand and showed him what you made.

His eyes widened. There were 4 pancakes stacked up next to 2 eggs and a mountain of bacon. “This looks great, doll.”

You were caught off guard by the pet name. “Oh,” you said abruptly snapping his eyes to you. “I almost forgot the best part!” You reached to your right and took the lid off a small stockpot with a ladle in it. You mixed the contents a bit and then poured it over the pancakes. “There. Now, it's ready.”

James looked took the plate from you and looked at what you put on the pancakes. There were strawberries and bananas in some kind of sauce on them. He looked up at you curiously and saw you adding some to your own plate.

You frowned for a moment at his wary expression. “It’s just strawberries and bananas cooked in some honey. It’s really good. Try it,” you urged handing him a plastic pack with a fork, knife, spoon, and napkin in it.

You watched him eagerly as he took it and opened it, taking out the fork. While he cut into the pancakes, you had a chance to admire just how handsome he was. His blue-grey eyes were intense and focused, but you could see softness in them. His jaw was strong and chiseled. Your mind wandered to how it must feel to kiss those full lips.

James had to bite back the moan that wanted to burst out of him when he tried it. He couldn’t believe how good it was. The pancakes were fluffy, the fruit concoction was the perfect compliment for them. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with pride. You always loved when people enjoyed your food. Especially, when it was something that wasn’t traditional. It was the perfect motivation to keep at it.

“Yes! I would never have thought to pair pancakes with this. Way better than boring old maple syrup.”

That made you throw your head back and laugh. James couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. You had the cutest laugh. He found himself wanting to be the reason for you to laugh like that all the time. You were breathtakingly beautiful.

“Well, I’m glad I was able to introduce to something new,” you said after catching your breath. “Um, would you like to sit down? There’s a seat on the side here.” You pointed to the left side of the kiosk.

“Oh, thanks. Can I put this here for a moment?” he asked gesturing to the plate of food and then the counter. When you nodded, he put the plate down and retrieved the folding chair. He set it up far enough to side that he wasn’t in the way of any customers, but could still see you.

You both ate in comfortable silence. The night was slow, and you were able to finish your meal without any interruptions. You felt at ease with him there. Almost, as if he belonged there.

James got up when he was finished. “Hey, do you have garbage back there?”

“Yeah,” you took the plate from him and disposed of it.

“So, how much do I owe you…” James realized that he didn’t know your name.

You smiled at him and stretched out your hand. “I’m Y/N, Buchanan.”

His jaw dropped when you called him by his middle name. When was the last time anyone ever called him that? He was so stunned by it, he didn’t notice how long he was shaking your hand.

You giggled and bit your lip. He was adorable when he was shocked. “Is it alright if I call you that?”

James was pulled back to reality and finally let go of your hand. He felt the heat on his face and looked down with a bashful smile. “Yeah, doll. You can call me that.”

You gave him a toothy smile. “Great. And, that will be 6.75.”

James looked at you bewildered. “That’s it? A meal like this runs me 13 bucks at the local diner and it ain’t half as good.”

You were in stitches when he said that. “That is another reason for my popularity with my usual customers. I offer better prices and better food.”

James shook his head with a crooked smile. He reached into his pocket and handed you a 10. “Keep the change, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Buchanan, but you don’t have to do that,” you told him sincerely. “I don't do this for the money. It’s a way to give back to the men and women who dedicate their lives to save others.”

So, you’re beautiful, an amazing cook and you have a heart of gold. James could see himself falling for you hard. “You’re really something, Y/N. You know that?”

You cursed yourself for blushing as hard as you did. You couldn’t look him the eye when he said that. God, how you wanted to kiss him at this very moment. He chuckled at how red you had become.

“Where are you from?” He asked trying to ease your embarrassment a bit.

You looked up at him after regaining some courage. “I’m from the Bronx, but I’ve been living here in Brooklyn for a few years now.”

James nodded his head and smiled. He heard voices coming down the block. There were a handful of people in scrubs walking towards the kiosk. Looking back at you he smiled. “Looks like you have some customers.”

“Looks that way, indeed,” You smiled handing him his change. You were ready for him to insist you keep the change, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t. “You like pie?”

“Um, yeah,” James said raising an eyebrow.

You ducked down and grabbed a slice of pie in a plastic container from the glass display under the counter. You plopped it down on the counter, then turned and began making a cup of coffee. You put them into a brown paper bag and handed them to him.

“But, I-” you didn’t let him finish.

“Its a thank you for keeping me company. It gets a little lonely out here sometimes.” You looked at him with hopeful eyes and he took the bag from you.

“Thank you, Y/N. You were great company to be with,” James said. “The food wasn’t bad, either.” He winked at you and preened when you blushed again.

The Scrubs were almost upon you both. “Hopefully, good enough to visit again?”

Now, it was his turn to blush. “I will definitely be back again soon, Y/N. Have a good night.”

“You too, Buchanan. I’ll see you soon.”

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