✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎? | 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

A/N
[Takes place in the What If... ZOMBIES?!]

"Need more bandage on right please," Kurt says, pointing to his neck. "Sorry- I guess you caught me off guard," Bucky said, sipping a cup of coffee while wearing a towel around his waist. "Would- you like me to do a scan- K-urt?" You say.

"Close enough- I will take the new nurse- Peter! Off duty." Kurt says. You weren't used to these human names quite yet. You let one finger out of your gloves and caress his neck. "Your fine, cold compress and maybe some- Lol-Lolipops- will help?" You say, holding out one. "Oh yes yes- This nursing style is much appreciated." He commends.

"Yeah- a lot better than mine- were their healers on your planet y/n?" Peter asks. "Oh- um... no." You say, glancing down. You just slip that glove back on, as Bucky watches the whole process. "What was a popular name there?" Peter asks, interested. You keep your poker face and say "There were more era 9800000009's."

The whole room looked a bit confused, "But um- Y/n is just a 'nickname'. It's a lot easier for everyone." You say. "What's your real name?" Bucky speaks up. "Yeah- you learned our names- we can learn yours," Peter says. "I- don't go by that anymore. I need an earth name- because I'm an earth person now.." you say.

"That doesn't mean you should forget your beginning, Y/n. Everything was made somewhere." Oyoke says, pitching in from the corner. This slightly makes Kurt flinch, "I thought you were all born..?" You said- even more confused- and now looking at Bucky for help.

He smiles a bit, as he usually does when you give those looks. You fake-pout for a second before being interrupted by Peter. "We- we're all born. By well- 2 really in love people!-" "Okay- that's enough." Bucky cuts off. "I- can see your creations are- Very different." You say.

You walk up to Peter, waiting for your slap. He tilts his head strangely, "Arent- you going to.." you question. You felt the whole room on you. "I guess- Things are different here then." You say. You walk out of the room, pondering to yourself.

You sat on a bench looking down from the webbed sanctuary. Touching your cheek, strangely. "What did they use to do at your homeworld?" Bucky asks, walking in as straightforward as always. "Apparently something strange here..." you say. In a second Bucky had gotten a few centimeters away from choking you. You hadn't flinched.

Confused, you stepped closer into his grasp. "So it's just not A- Peter thing?" You note. His eyes widened, before quickly stepping back. "No-nononono. It's a no one thing- no one should be doing it." Bucky corrects. "But-" you begin. "No- Y/n- it's wrong- when you make mistakes you do not deserve to get hurt." Bucky clarifies- now stepping much closer.

You looked up at him again- as you did before. His height was much above your own. "Oh.. Okay.." you say, looking down- fiddling with your gloved fingers. "I- just thought-" you said- nervously. Bucky placed his hands on your sides. "Y/n, what happened in your homeworld?" He asks.

"It doesn't matter anymore- I'm here now. I'm y/n now.." you say, "I can't help you- if you don't tell me!" He pleads. You looked confused and stressed- you weren't sure why he was so upset. "I'm sorry- did I make you upset-?" You question him- worryingly. "No-you- Listen," Bucky says, now going on his knees.

He holds your hands, "I don't know what happened to you at your Homeworld- but I know it was wrong. I don't want you getting hurt like that again- okay?" He says. "Please don't kneel-" you say- now even more stressed. You try to pull him up- "Please don't- get up- please!" You beg. You were beginning to panic evidently.

Now Bucky was the confused one- "No- I'm sorry- I didn't know-! Let me make it up to you." Bucky says. "Al..Alright." You respond, looking down. "Have you ever danced?" He asks. "Uhm.. no. My court did though!" You say, muttering "I wasn't allowed." He might've heard it because he then took out one of Peter's old IPods and played music.

"Alright doll, like this." He says, giving you his hand. You accept, after looking at his expression. "Here, step on my shoes." He says, "But-" "I want you to." Bucky adds. "Ok." You do so. "Follow me." He instructs, you do.

Within minutes you do begin dancing. "This might be old-fashioned for Earth now.." he says, "That's fine. Maybe that's the way I like it." You smile. Bucky stares at you, more than usual.

"My Homeworld was very- cold.. and sad. And wanted me to be something- I wasn't. I don't want to hurt people, I don't want to control people- and I didn't want to- I didn't want my throne of daggers." You say. "You're a- Princess..?" Bucky questions- confused.

You smile a bit at his wording but say "I was- an item. I was the 'crown' the old one wasn't rusting.. they just- needed something else. And I didn't want to be that." You clarify.

"I'm sorry- I didn't know about that, I wouldn't have kneeled.." Bucky apologizes. "No no- it's alright. Don't worry about it, James." You say, "I'd.. prefer if you called me Bucky." He says, you smile slightly. "Whatever you want." You say.

"Thank you for teaching me how to dance. I like it." He just smiles in return before saying "It's no problem doll." You blush at the name and engulf yourself in the comfortable music and silence and continue dancing with the soldier.