Avengers x Y/n One shots (finished)

Adopted-Part 1 (y/n x Stucky)

CHILD FOR SALE

The sign was a last resort. It sat on the broken down porch of the house where you had spent every day of your short life. Mother, try as she might, had failed. This was her last resort. You twisted the string of a yo-yo between your fingers and waited for someone, anyone to show up. Mother had promised that someone nice was coming to take you on an adventure and like the naïve child you were, you couldn't wait. 

After what seemed like an eternity, a man approached the house. He was tall. That was the first thing you noticed. His metal arm was the second. He bent down in front of you. 

"Hello." His voice was gruff and low, but gentle. 

"Hi," you said back, giving him a half smile, "are you here to take me on an adventure? Mother said someone was coming to take me on an adventure." He cocked his head at you, but his expression didn't change. 

"Is your mother inside?" You nodded, still wondering if the man was the one your mother had told you about. 

"Follow me!" You jumped up, suddenly excited and led the man into the house. The paint, which used to be white, was now brownish yellow and chipping, the door was barely on the hinges. The floors creaked with every step and the air was heavy with smoke. You led the man through the entry way and the insect infested kitchen and into the living room, where your mother sat on a ripped brown couch, cigarette between her fingers. 

"Mother?" You asked tentatively. She didn't even look up. 

"Didn't I tell you to sit on the porch and leave me the hell alone?!" Her tone was full of fire and you flinched back. 

"I-I'm sorry. The man wanted to see you." She turned then and looked the man up and down. 

"You here to buy the kid?" He nodded, completely silent. When you looked at him, all the gentleness was gone from his face. 

"Go get my purse," Mother directed at you and ran into the kitchen to grab the red handbag. When you returned and handed her the purse, she pulled out a pile of crumpled papers. You zoned out as the man handed her a wad of cash and scribbled something on the paper. Your mother laughed. 

"Now she's legally your problem. Get out of my house." At the time, her words had confused your five year old brain, but now they stung a bit. Your own mother hadn't even cared enough to say goodbye. 

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The man, Bucky, lead you into a small apartment on the other side of town. 

"I don't know much about kids, so um...if you need anything, just ask. Steve will be home soon. He's better at this sort of thing. For now, do you want to watch TV?" You gave the man a smile.

"Yes!" You hopped up onto the couch and were surprised by how nice it was. The TV was nice too, no random lines of static or glitches in the audio. The whole apartment was nice actually, the air smelled fresh and clean and there wasn't a bug in sight. The paint was an even grey on every wall, no stains or graffiti. Even the lights were nice, not yellow and flicker-y like the ones you were used too. 

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You jumped when the door to the apartment opened and curled your legs into yourself. The man who walked in seemed just as concerned by your presence. 

"Uh, hello little girl, are you lost?" The man said, taking a step towards you cautiously. You but your bit your lip and shook your head. 

"Bucky?" the man shouted into the apartment behind you. The guy with the metal arm popped his head out of the kitchen. 

"Oh, hey Steve." 

"Hey..." the new guy, Steve, said back, his voice still laced with concern. 

"Bucky?" You asked, a bit afraid but not wanting to show it, "What's going on?" Bucky's face softened, 

"Nothin' Doll. Go back to your show, I'll talk to Steve." You nodded and turned back to the TV. Something about Bucky made you feel safe. You trusted he would take care of whatever was happening. That didn't stop you from listening to them talk though. 

"Buck, look at me. Why is there a little girl on our couch?" 

"It's a long story...I adopted her." There was a long silence after that, and then Bucky spoke again. 

"Her mother was selling her for drugs. What was I supposed to do, let her get trafficked?" 

"No, but a phone call would have been nice! Do you even know her name?!" 

"And what was I supposed to say? 'Hey Steve, I'm adopting a kid'?  That's not the kind of thing you say over the phone." Bucky, despite the slight anger to his tone, didn't raise his voice at all. This seemed to calm Steve down some too. 

"Look, all I'm saying is I wish you would've checked with me. I know you did this out of the goodness of your heart and how can I be mad at you for that?" Hearing the drop in their anger, you hopped off the couch and padded into the kitchen and right up to Steve. You stuck out your hand. 

"Hi, I'm Y/n." A half smile spread across his face, 

"Hello Y/n. Steve Rogers. How do you feel about mac and cheese?" 

A/n So I think this is going to be a mini series. I plan on introducing the reader to the avengers and doing little shots of life with Stucky. If you have an suggestions for shots with them or requests regarding any characters, please feel free to comment them. 

-Brayden