Appellations (Reader X Bucky)

Blueberry Muffin

You try to ring Matt but there's no answer. Deciding that he was probably hungover you leave him a text, "Hey, hope you got home safe and didn't drink too much last night. Call me when you get this. xxx"

You search the cupboards for your secret stash of good coffee, which was nowhere to be found. Just then Bucky walks into the kitchen as you exclaim, "damn it Tony!"

"Everything okay Doll?" he asks.

He called you Doll more than your actual name, but you didn't mind, you thought it was just part of his 1920's charm.

"No, my stupid brother found my new hiding spot for my coffee," you tell him as you aggressively shut the cupboard door.

Your little outburst caused a smile to form on Bucky's face, he thought you were cute when you got mad, like some sort of angry puppy. But you didn't know that.

"Then let's go out and get one from the coffee shop down the street, my treat?" he offers.

Even though you wanted to wallow in your half fake half real anger your eyebrow raises at the thought of free coffee, "with 2 pumps of vanilla syrup?"

"Whatever you want," he says happy that you accepted his offer.

You grab your jackets and head out into the crisp autumn air of New York.

It was nice to be out with an Avenger that didn't get recognized, every time you'd shopping with Steve or out for drinks with Nat they would get noticed, getting stopped in the street for photos and autographs and it was 10x worse with Tony as he never tried to hide.
Since Bucky had only been with the team for 6 months he had yet to go on a mission, giving him a little longer to enjoy his privacy.
Privacy was something you wished to hold on to for as long as possible, the public didn't know you were Tony's sister and you wanted to keep it that way.

Bucky holds the door open for you as you both enter the coffee shop, "take a seat, I'll get these," he tells you.

You spot a table window near the back of the shop that you swiftly make your way to. A few moments later Bucky arrives with two coffees and a blueberry muffin, which he places in front of you.

You look at it then him, "I thought you might want some breakfast?" he says sweetly.

You smile at his thoughtfulness, "want to share it with me?" you ask, not really giving him time to respond you proceed to slice it in half.

"So," you begin, "how are you doing with adjusting and settling in?"

"It's going good," he smiles, "there's still a few things I'm figuring out but Steve's always there to help me out."

"Oh geez your getting 21st century help from the capsicle himself? That must be more confusing," you laugh.

Bucky chuckles at your statement.

"If you need help with anything and Steve's not around, you can always come to me too you know," you offer, "being the youngest person in the tower I'd like to think I know a little bit more on current trends," you boast.

"I'll remember that next time Tony sends a me-me in the group chat that I don't understand."

You try to suppress a smile as not to make him feel embarrassed but you could help adore his innocence, "it's pronounced meme, but yeah, I'd be happy to help."

He takes a moment, "how's nursing going?"

You had passed your nursing exam 10ish months ago and had become the in house wound nurse, taking medical care of the team when they needed it. You had also been deployed to the S.H.I.E.L.D medical team when they needed back up.

"Yeah, I love it, I'm so happy I passed my final exam it's stressed me out for months, but it was all worth it. I just wish I could do it more, not that I wish people would get hurt, I just mean I'd like to keep busy, help people everyday, you know?" you stumble over your words hoping he didn't think you were a weirdo for wanting physically hurt people to walk into your office everyday.

"I get what you mean," he says, "is that when you met Matt then?" he deduced.

"Yeah, it was when I went out with my nursing team to celebrate that we passed our exams," you confirm.

"Are two serious then?"

His question throws you off slightly, you didn't think Barnes would be one to talk about relationships, "uhm, yeah, I'd like to think so. How about you? I bet the women are lining up to date you," you encourage.

He grins at your kind comment, "what makes you say that?"

"Your a handsome and honest guy, which in New York is a rare find," you speak truthfully, "and the fact that the waitress has been glancing at you since we got here."

"I hadn't noticed," he lied.

You study him for a moment from the brim of your cup, as you sip at your coffee. You decide not to push the conversation along thinking it might be a touchy subject given that he'd been out of the dating scene since 1920.

You talk for a while longer, enjoying each others company.

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"Should we head back?" you ask placing your cup on its saucer.

"Sure," he finishes the last of his coffee and heads towards the door. Just as he's opening the door to exit you exclaim, "oh crap I left my jacket, can you wait outside for me, I will be 2 seconds."

You had left your jacket but truth was you did it on purpose, as you head back to your table you talk to the waitress who was clearing your cups away, "hey, I'm (y/n), I wondered if I could get your number for my friend James out there," you say looking out the window in his direction.

"The tall, hot guy? Definitely," she says with excitement. Taking out her notepad and pen she writes her name and number down and hands it to you. You glance at the name on the paper, "thanks Laura, he'll give you a call."

You pick up your jacket and head for the door. Back into the brisk air you see Bucky waiting next to the door for you, he saw the massive grin on your face, "what did you do?" has asked knowing full well it took you way too long to just grab your jacket.

You hand him the small piece of folded paper as you walk back towards the tower with him, "this is from Laura, she seems nice."

He gave you a halfhearted disapproving look as he unwillingly takes the paper from your hand and shoves it in his pocket, "she's not my type."

"Oh come off it Barnes, she's gorgeous," you nudge him, "if she's not your type then what is?"

He takes a moment, should he describe your eye color, hair color, stature and mannerisms to you or would that be too obvious? He decides to keep it to himself and says, "fine, I'll call her," even though he knew damn well he wouldn't.