Marvel Oneshots

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Coffee

Y/N's P.O.V.

I yawned as I pulled on my apron, unlocking the doors to my small café and flipping the sign to 'open'. It was 6.30am and like every morning, I turned on the coffee machines, preparing for my customers that came in early. And by customers, I meant customer.
I used to open around 7.30/8am, but then one morning I had an early delivery and a guy walked in and after seeing how exhausted he looked, I didn't have the heart to turn him away.
He showed up at the same time the next day, and the day after, looking just as tired and before I knew it, I was opening up early for the mysterious stranger. It took a little bit of time for me to build up the confidence to start a conversation with him, but it was worth it. Bucky was a sweet guy and he always had an interesting story to tell, most of them including his friend Steve.

"Good morning, Bucky." I smiled as he walked in, looking just as tired as ever. He gave me a small smile and I began to brew his coffee, black, two sugars, simple and easy.

"Morning, Y/N." He nodded, before leaning against the counter.
"How was your evening?"

"Same as always." I shrugged.
"How about yours?"

"Steve tried to start a fight he couldn't win. Again." Bucky sighed, making me smile as I slid his coffee cup over to him.
"Punk almost got himself killed."

"Good job he had you watching his back, right?" I asked and his lips curled up into a smile.

"Yeah." He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, before standing up properly and going over to his usual table. We fell into our usual routine of Bucky pulling out his notebook as I made him some breakfast. It was just a couple of rounds of buttered toast, but his eyes always lit up when I took it over to him.
"Thanks, Y/N." He smiled, closing his notebook and handing me the money.

"Another coffee?" I offered, seeing his empty cup and he nodded. The bell above the door chimed as I picked up the cup.

"So this is where you've been sneaking off to every morning?" An amused voice asked and I looked up to see Captain America. Captain America was in my café. I hand the even realised that I had dropped the coffee cup until it smashed against the floor.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry." I mumbled, moving to pick up the pieces.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, helping me.

"Yeah- ow." I winced, looking to see a cut on the palm of my hand, about half an inch long.
"I'm fine." I stood up, giving them an awkward smile, before retreating behind the counter and rinsing my hand.

"Here, let me take a look." Bucky offered, coming over to me. I hesitantly gave him my hand, before glancing over to see Captain America looking at Bucky's notebook.
"Doesn't look like you need stitches. Do you need help wrapping it up?"

"No, I should be okay, thank you." He nodded his head, letting go of my hand.
"Steve is... Steve Rogers. Captain America."

"Yeah." Bucky smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry if that took you by surprise. I would have mentioned it, but you would have probably thought I was lying."

"Yeah." I nodded.
"I'm gonna wrap my hand up and then I'll get your coffee."

"Best make it two." Bucky sighed and I nodded. He walked over to Steve and they both sat down as I slipped into the back room, quickly bandaging up my hand.

"Here you go." I smiled, placing the two coffees down.
"On the house."

"Y/N, you don't have to-"

"Don't worry about it." I smiled and Steve grinned as if he had just realised something.
"Just shout of you need anything."

"Yeah, of course." Steve nodded and I retreated back behind the counter, making myself a drink. About 20 minutes passed, before the pair stood up, looking ready to leave. Steve stood moved over towards me, despite Bucky's protests.

"Steve!" Bucky hissed as the blond man came over and I looked to Bucky, seeing him covering his mouth, his cheeks pink, clearly embarrassed by whatever Steve was coming over to say.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Hey." He grinned at me.
"It's Y/N, right?"

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you. Bucky has told me a lot about you." He leaned against the counter, laughing slightly.

"I'm sure he has." He glanced back at his friend.
"Anyway, I'm just going to be blunt here, but Bucky likes you. A lot. I've never seen him this shy around a girl before." I felt heat crawling up my neck and I looked down shyly.
"So if you're free this weekend...?"

"Yeah- yes." I cleared my throat, smiling slightly as I pulled out my notepad and a pen.
"I'm free this weekend. Here, will you give this to him?" I quickly wrote down 'I like you too' and then my phone number underneath, before ripping the page out and folding it over.

"Yes, ma'am." Steve grinned as I handed him the paper.
"It was nice meeting you."

"And you." He walked over to Bucky, pushing the paper into his chest with a laugh, saying something I didn't quite catch.

"Shut it, punk." Bucky nudged him, before taking the paper and looking down at it, then back at me. My face was burning, but I wasn't the only one blushing. Bucky gave me a small smile, before leaving.
Something seemed to click in my mind and I blinked in realisation.
I just gave my phone number to an Avenger and he blushed.
I had a feeling that things were going to get interesting.