Avengers Imagines

Ch. 21~Sweet Music-Bucky Barnes Fluff

I sigh happily when my coffee cup comes to my lips and I take a sip. It's too early to be awake, but when I felt Bucky get up and sneak out of our room I had to follow. After I made some coffee. I move quietly through the halls towards where I saw him slink away, but stop when I start hearing the piano being played. I'd just passed the door, so I turn back and peek through the barely cracked door. Stark made sure there was a room for just about everything at the new facility, but I didn't know about this room.

Bucky is sitting at a beautiful black piano and is actually playing it beautifully. I smile softly at the sweet picture and slip inside, shutting the door quietly behind me. The music is loud enough that he doesn't hear me as I move around all the other instruments so I'm just behind the piano, hiding behind a pillar. For a few moments, I watch him. James has always had trouble finding peace. The only times I see him like this is when he's alone with me or laughing with Steve. The serenity on his face right now is surprising as hell. Carefully, I move forward so that I'm leaning on the piano in front of him.

His lips instantly curl up into a smile as he stops to look up at me. "I wondered how long you were going to hide in the shadows, doll." He says quietly, stopping playing. I move around and set my coffee beside his on a small table to the right of the piano.

I sit down on the bench with him and kiss his cheek. "I had no clue you played." I tell him and he shrugs, wrapping his arm around my waist and tugging me closer to him.

"You never asked." I shoot him a look for that and he laughs. "It isn't something I tell people. I just come here to play sometimes, when no one else is up." He explains and hits another few keys. "When Steve and I were younger, I'd spend a lot of time at his place with him and his mom. I only had my dad and Becca, so it was nice to have a mother figure. She liked having me to look after Steve too, so I was always welcome." He smiles affectionately before continuing. "One day I came over and she was trying to teach Steve the piano. The kid has absolutely no talent for anything musical, but Sarah was determined that with practice he could get it. I walked in and she was singing and playing and...I don't know. It was soothing in a way nothing else was. She invited me over and started teaching me, I think just as a way to prove to Steve it was possible, but when I showed an interest to it she trained me in earnest." He explains with a nostalgic expression.

I take his hand and unwrap it from around my waist, putting it back on the keys. "Would you play another?" I ask softly, turning to look at those gentle baby blues.

Half his mouth curves up and he nods. "Yes, but you're not going to sit like this." He tells me and suddenly picks me up, moving me over so I'm on his lap. Laughing, I let him. I lean against his chest and wrap an arm around his shoulders, so he has better access to the piano. His hands perch on the keys and he pauses before playing. "This was one of her favorites, Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears." He whispers and I grin in anticipation. Slowly and softly, he begins to play. I shut my eyes and lean my head on his, absolutely loving the sound and the feeling of how he plays. My eyes snap open, however, when I hear him start singing. I glance at his face and his lips twitch upwards, but he doesn't stop. James rarely sings. The only time I've ever heard him sing was when he was trying to piss off Steve by singing that damn Man with a Plan song. That was nothing like this. Instead of mocking, his voice is gentle and steady. It's pleasant and deep and I could listen to him all day. As he sings, I play with the ends of his hair, gently teasing the strands between my fingers. When he finishes and takes his hands off the keys, I kiss him full on the lips.

"That was beautiful, baby. Thank you." I tell him genuinely.

His hands go to my lower back and thigh as he pulls me closer. "Thanks doll. If I had known what a chick magnet it was, I would've played for you sooner." He teases and I shake my head at him, troublemaker. He grants me another kiss, then continues to play a various selection of songs, one of which he knew all the original Irish to. Steve pops his head in a little while later and joins in on the fun, singing along with Bucky. The sort of serenade is sweet and brings a smile to my face, but more importantly my boys as well.

"Alright, superstars. Time for breakfast." I plant a kiss on James's cheek and he wraps his arms around my waist affectionately.

"Deal. Stevie, I'm making pancakes. You burn everything." Steve rolls his eyes at James and I smirk.

"You know, there's a chance I've learned how to cook in our time apart." Bucky scoops me up and stares at Steve with a bitch face.

"And have you?" He asks as I wrap my arms around his neck to get comfortable.

"No." I respond for him and Steve looks at me in mock betrayal. I laugh, and Bucky kisses my cheek in approval, then continues arguing with Steve as we continue down the hallway. Good to know some things never change.