Avenger Imagines

(Special) Tell No Lie - Bucky Barnes x Reader

"Y/n, you're a life-saver, I swear!" Bucky smiled, picking up the mug of coffee as it splashed over the sides.

Chuckling, you wiped away the mess with a rag. "What are friends for, if not to give you your daily caffeine kick before Steve gets his hands on you?"

Bucky drank the coffee surprisingly fast, wiping any residue off his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Talkin' about Steve, he's downstairs with the new recruit."

"Another one?" Placing the cup in the sink, a soft purr caught your attention. A black cat, with interestingly wicked eyes, made it's way across the table. "And what time were you suppose to meet him?"

When you turned, Bucky was affectionally petting the cat and getting started on an apple from a nearby fruit bowl.

Speaking between bites, he replied, "9".

"Buck, it's 9:13."

"Fuck."

It was almost impressive how fast he moved, sliding off the chair with the apple in his mouth as he picked up his duffle bag and basically tossed himself down the emergency exit stairs.

You couldn't help yourself but to grin, Bucky never failed to amuse you. Whether entertaining playful arguments with Sam, sending a wink whenever Sam would get too invested, to side comments on the field that had compromised your positions more than once. Truthfully, it wasn't difficult for him to make you smile, among the months of knowing him, you've picked up a crush.

"You never smile for me like that."

Turning around, your attention was brought back to your faithfully noisy friend, Loki. He was perched on the counter that the cat once sat on, poking around in the fruit bowl with disinterest.

"Then again, I'm not six foot something man with a metal arm and a surprisingly well built body." Loki looked up, barely holding back a smile. "Of course, with a killer smile."

Throwing your rag - which he easily caught - at him, you preoccupied yourself with washing the dishes from breakfast.

"If you like him that much, I can put in a good word for you." You teased. "Although, I'm not sure if he has a thing for egoistical men with a god complex?"

Loki tsk'ed. "Have you seen Captain America? His hands are full."

"Loki." You warned, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He scoffed, "Anyway, when exactly do you plan on telling him that you've got a massive crush on him?"

Placing down the mug, you dried your hands and leaned against the counter. "Never, thank you very much." Loki rolled his eyes. "It's the last thing he needs-"

"Or exactly what he needs."

"He is now getting use to the team, the tower, this life.  The last thing he needs is me confessing feelings, he definitely does not reciprocate."

"Yes, because I'm sure he comes every morning rain or shine, late or on his way to a mission for the coffee." Loki replied, peeking into the coffee machine.

You fold your arms across your chest, unable to keep back the smile from Loki bickering. "It is for the coffee, I'm four floors away from the training room."

Loki picked up a bag of coffee grounds, his lips turning down to a disapproving frown. "You don't grind your own beans? Definitely isn't for the coffee." You groaned. "Not to mention caffeine doesn't really work on super soldiers."

Taking the bag out of his hands, you return it back to its proper placement. "May he comes for the annoying pets?"

Looking over your shoulder to Loki, a sinister smile takes over his face. "He does know how to rub a cat..."