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“I’m (Y/N) by the way,” you smiled and reached across the table, basically standing on your chair just so you could reach all the way across, to shake his hand. “I mean you probably know that already but now we’ve officially met.”
“Bucky,” he replied and took your hand into his own. It felt so small and warm in his grip and he made sure he didn’t shake too hard lest he break the bones in your fingers. His eyes trailed from the handshake up to your eyes. From that very moment, he was lovestruck. There was such an innocent twinkle in them that made his heart fall deep into the pit of his stomach.
“Well, Bucky, if you need anything just give me a shout,” you genuinely offered before excusing yourself. That meeting had gone pretty well. It wasn’t often that someone new was introduced into the team and, all things considered, it wasn’t usually a notorious assassin. But everyone deserved a second-chance and you weren’t quick to judge - especially considering his unique circumstance.
Bucky watched you walk away and sank deeper into his chair. You had stayed behind after everyone else had met just to formally introduce yourself to him - him, of all people! He was just a screwed-up shell of a man and you were some heavenly goddess that surely was sent down to either bless or torment him. Time would tell even if the feeling in his gut told him now it would be the latter.
“Didn’t expect to bump into you again so soon,” you chuckled. It seemed that the both of you had the same thought in mind after parting ways: head to the gym. Bucky tried not to stare but it was hard for him not to take in the way your leggings hugged your thighs and curved around the shape of your ass. His eyes flickered across the bare skin that peeked between your leggings and sports bra; he managed not to stare at your breasts that he knew would cup perfectly in his hands.
“You want to box or race or something?” you asked. Friendly competition was always good but, more than that, you needed a lot of practice because you were a complete mess in the field when it came to combat. Sparring with the Winter Soldier would be great practice.
“You know what,” Bucky cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, watching as you moved deeper into the gym and sat down to stretch, “it’s been a long day and I think I’m going to call it a night.” He just needed a cold shower to completely calm himself down. What had gotten into him?! Sure, it was incredibly hot watching your body bend over as you grabbed your toes. But he just met you and his life was far from put together. The last thing he needed was one more complication. He just hadn’t gotten laid in ages; that was all! A quick self-help in the shower would set him straight.
You raised your eyebrow curiously but didn’t question it. His day probably had been quite long and stressful. Maybe he had just been touring the place and didn’t have any intention of working out in the first place. “Well, you know where to find me should you change your mind,” you grinned. He offered a grin in return, though his was far more awkward and uncomfortable, before he quickly ducked out of there.
He moved, perhaps too quickly, past Sam in the hall. Sam scrunched his eyebrows together and decided to spin on his heels to chase after his new best friend’s old best friend. It wasn’t that he felt threatened or jealous by having Bucky around, but he was just protective of Steve. “What’s got you in such a hurry?” Sam asked, chasing him down.
Bucky slowed his pace and exhaled deeply. This wasn’t what he needed to deal with now - more of Sam’s shit. “None of your business,” he frowned. What was he supposed to say? That he hadn’t even been part of the team for one day and he already had the hots for a team member?
That answer wasn’t going to cut it. So Sam followed Bucky all the way back to his room, much to his annoyance. “You’re going to tell me what’s up because I don’t need you snooping around or causing trouble. I need to know you’ve really gone straight,” Sam stated and crossed his arms. Bucky tried to close the door but Sam was in the doorway.
He rolled his tongue over the front of his teeth. Sam just shrugged because he wasn’t going anywhere until he was positive that Bucky wasn’t running away from some bomb he had planted or something. So Bucky caved. “What’s the deal with (Y/N)?” he asked Sam. Maybe Sam could reveal that you were a lesbian or something so he could more easily get over his attraction to you.
“(Y/N)?” Sam raised his eyebrow. Out of all the things to come out of his mouth, your name hadn’t been near the top of the list - hell, it hadn’t been on his list at all! “You’ve got a problem with (Y/N)?” Sam couldn’t think of one person who had an issue with you beyond the baddies that usually didn’t have a preference for anyone.
Bucky sat on the edge of his bed and shook his head. “No, I’m just asking what her deal is. Why’s she on the team? A person like her surely can’t survive in this kind of life,” he pointed out. In the two very brief conversations he had had with you, he had rightfully deduced that you were perhaps the sweetest human being on the earth. You seemed genuine and kind. Even Steve had a sort of edge but you seemed soft and smooth around every corner.
“You don’t know? She’s all juiced up on that superhuman formula or whatever shit it was that made you and Steve all beefy,” Sam attempted to answer but he didn’t know that much about it. All he was certain of, was that you were a lot stronger and faster than you looked.
Bucky perked up, like a curious puppy hearing a whistle. “She took the super soldier serum? How did she get a hold of that?” he asked. The serum and machine that made Steve strong had been destroyed back in the forties. Bucky became what he is today through years of experimentation. So what had given you your power?
“Look, man, why don’t you just ask her,” Sam sighed. That was, at least he thought, the most obvious answer. Just go to the source. But clearly you - as soft and sweet as a doe - were someone he didn’t feel comfortable approaching. . . for whatever reason; Sam didn’t know and couldn’t guess. “But if I find out you went near her and hurt her in any way, I’ll break all of your bones. You hear me?”
Bucky just furrowed his brow and held his hands out defensively. Why in the world would he ever hurt you?! Had he given off that impression? Oh God, now he was worried that if he gave Sam that impression that he had passed it off onto you as well. He prayed and prayed that you weren’t afraid of him. “Why the hell would I ever touch her? I just wanted to know what her deal was,” Bucky defended himself.
Sam only shrugged. “I’m just making sure you know that. She is soft. You’re not. You’ll have the entire team on your ass if you do anything to her,” he assured Bucky. Buck still wasn’t even sure what he did to deserve this threat but at least it seemed like Sam had said all he needed to. Bucky locked the door after watching Sam retreat down the hall.
Bucky fell back on his bed and put a hand over his face. He wasn’t sure whether he should be worried about hurting you since Sam made it seem like it would be so easy to do or if he should devote his attention to figuring out how you got the super soldier serum. At least that explained why you looked so damn fine in the gym. He regretted not staying and taking you up on your offer to workout with you; then he could’ve really seen the extent of your strength.
His mind began to wander but before he let it get too far off the beaten trail, he ducked into a cold shower. It wasn’t difficult for him to get it up but it was difficult for him to be respectful enough not to picture you. So, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and conjured up an image of pinup girls, Judy Garland, and Katharine Hepburn; all ladies that were more appropriate for him to get off to.
And once that was done, he found that you weren’t quite so wrapped around his mind. It was a shameful thing to admit, even to himself, but he must’ve just been ridiculously horny and you, being as stunning and divine as you were, just got him riled up. It was better for everyone that he got over that as quickly as he did. Nothing was worse for a team than a romance. Not only that, but he didn’t want to burden you. He came with enough baggage to weigh down a plane and it wouldn’t be unfair of him to shoulder any of that weight off onto anyone else.
To his relief, when he dozed off, he found that his dreams, albeit not pleasant, were not inappropriate either. No wet dreams from this old soldier.
He still felt awkward - a feeling not unusual considering how new he was and how he’d attempted to kill half of the people that were now on his team - so he tried to sneak into the kitchen to grab a coffee before anyone else woke up. Then he could sneak off without having to try surviving any small talk.
“Well, looks like I’m not the only early bird,” you smiled, looking over at Bucky who was already fully dressed (because he hadn’t changed into pajamas before he fell asleep). “You might even have me beat!” You were in athletic shorts that just managed to cover up the hem of your panties and a tank top that did little to hide your nipples poking through.
Bucky barely made it onto one of the stools at the island. You poured him a coffee without asking and slid the mug in front of him. He took it in his hands and stared straight into the dark liquid because if his attention shifted at all then they would move to your nipples. “Cream or sugar?” you asked, sipping on your own mug.
“No, black is fine,” Bucky managed after clearing his throat. “Thanks,” he added. Turns out that not having a wet dream about you didn’t signify that he had moved on. Just one glimpse of you and he was smitten as a schoolgirl. He was in a lot of trouble.