Elemental Magic (Reader/OC x Bucky Barnes) Book One

Warning; Chapter 3 contains mentions of rape and attempted suicide.

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Warning; mentions of attempted suicide and rape will be signified by lines like this above and below all possibly triggering issues:

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Please, if you are feeling depressed, or are considering self-harm, confide in someone close to you. You may not think so, but people out there care for you. 

I woke up well rested after making sure my bedroom door was closed, as Piet tried to prank me the night before last. Since I was so well-rested, I wanted to make breakfast for everyone. Grabbing some flour and sugar, I decided to make homemade crepes with some different teas. Starting with the batter, I mixed everything until I was happy with the consistency. 

Then I let the crepes cook while I made the different things for in the middle. For Clint, strawberry jam, Thor loved PopTart icing which I really hated doing but Thor is Thor, Sam always liked Nutella filling, same with Natasha and Buck, Steve always wanted "whatever was left" because he was too gosh darn sweet, Tony always wanted Blueberry jam, Pep, and Rhodey, liked raspberry jelly, and I liked plain chocolate filling. Everybody else just took from what I put on the table. 

"Woah, something smells good in here!" Sam announced, walking towards me. Sam was about to take a bite before he suddenly stopped himself. "Did Rhodey make these, Y/N?" He asked me in an undertone. I just shook my head. As much as we all loved Rhodey, he couldn't cook to save his own life. He nodded, then snuffed down an entire crepe in one mouthful. 

"Do you think I would be covered in flower if Rhodey made these?" I asked him once he had finished chewing. Sam just shrugged and grabbed another crepe. At about that time, in walked Steve, Natasha, and Clint. Steve was most likely third-wheeling underhanded flirting by Clint. It was funny to me because only me and Wanda knew that Clint and Nat got married in Budapest. 

"Good morning!" I said, pretending to be chipper just to annoy Clint. I passed him a cup of sweet tea because apparently, we both had lived in the South, with similar customs under our belts. He took a sip and smiled. "Damn, just like my friends used to make." He smiled again, walking off. I took a sip of my coffee and groaned, perfect. Bucky walked behind me and whispered in my ear, "I'd love to make you do that again, Y/N." I blushed, then poured coffee on him. He spluttered a moment before he grabbed a few Nutella crepes and walked over to the table. Nat smiled at me, then whispered, "Можете ли вы понять русский язык?" "да." I smiled. "Встретимся позже на тренировке. Нам есть о чем поговорить," She said, passing me as she grabbed a crepe.  

"Ah, hello, Lady Y/N, how doth thee fareth?" Thor asked me, grabbing a hideous-looking PopTart- crepe-thing. I giggled. "You know, Thor, we don't say stuff like that. We say, hey y'all! And, how are you?" "Oh, but Sir Tony speaketh- I mean speaks like me?" I bit my lip, trying to find the heart to tell him Tony was making fun of him. 

"I was making fun of you, Point Break," Tony said, smirking as he did so. Thor's expression dropped. "You sound like Loki..." Thor said, sadly. "Hey! I am not like Reindeer Games!" I pushed my lips together. "He meant in a good way, Tony. And just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean you have the right to impose your stupidity on the rest of us! Loki died!"

 Thor's cup of coffee fell to the floor. "I shall have my revenge on the cursed Dark Elves! For both Jane and Loki! As soon as the Bifrost is fixed that is..." Tony rolled his eyes. I clenched my metal fist. "What is it with you! It's like you ONLY think of YOURSELF!! Is that the ONLY THING THAT EFFING MATTERS?? Huh? Is IT! Did you ever think of the ways you are like Loki? You don't realize what you've done until it is TOO LATE! Like it was for my PARENTS!!!" I yelled, literally lashing out with water, slicing open a wound on his arm.