pov- imagines

WI-FI- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of steve rogers and sam wilson
warnings: wi-fi theft?
about: prompt y/n trying to mooch off of bucky's wifi and jokingly putting their own name in as the password, then being shocked that it actually works and they're now connected to bucky's wifi...
a/n: not loving the ending cuz i dont like marriage being the cliched happy endings but i wasn't sure how to imply they realized she was the main reason they got together and so they invited her to something relating to their relationship

"i don't understand why everyone thinks this is so important," bucky insists from his apartment kitchen, a beer on the table and sam and steve standing next to him, nursing their own drinks. "we did just fine without..." bucky trails off, two little dents forming between his eyebrows as he struggles to find the name for whatever it is the workers tony sent are installing inside his apartment. "...this thing in the forties, right steve?"

steve, from his place near the fridge, takes a short breath in, "i... think it's pretty helpful." bucky groans.

"man, it's wi-fi, don't you want to watch movies or update your tinder?" sam asks, arms crossed. bucky stares at him.

"buck, it's the reason you could do all that at the compound, now it'll be in your apartment, too," steve points out. at the look on bucky's face, he raises his hands in surrender, "it's useful! there's a reason people have it, i'm just saying."

bucky just shakes his head, eyeing the workers in his living room.

a few minutes later, one of the girls working comes up to him with a tablet that she hands to him, "i'm just going to need you to make up a password," she informs, blinking as bucky looks down at the keyboard. "it can be whatever, just try to make it secure, a lot of people try to mooch," she adds with a laugh that trails off at bucky's awkward smile. after a few seconds pass by of bucky trying to think of something he'll remember, she ducks her head, "i'll give you a minute."

sam watches as she leaves, turning to bucky again, "it's like you forgot how to communicate." he sighs, coming closer to his friend, "bucky, this is not that hard. i came up with my password in like three seconds."

"probably why it took your neighbor three seconds to hack into it," steve shrugs, ignoring the offended scoff sam gives him. "put your service number," he suggests.

bucky shakes his head, "i could probably just put my name, right? just do that thing shuri said and replace letters with numbers?"

sam groans, "that's not a good password." after thinking for a moment, he grins, shoving bucky a little, "put one of our names."

"no, no, a name that isn't too connected to him," steve says, "who else do you know?" he asks bucky.

bucky thinks for a second, unsurprised to discover he doesn't really know anyone outside the avengers. then, a brief flash to the neighbor he met a couple days ago comes into his mind. he nearly blushes at the memory of your embarrassed smile as you greeted him, apologizing profusely as you picked up the items from the box you dropped when you bumped into him. he had helped you get everything inside again, stammering because you were pretty and he wasn't used to girls that pretty. "y/n," you had said, "my name is y/n, i'm your new neighbor."

"y/n," bucky says, disregarding the fact that the only things he knew about you were that you were beautiful and maybe a bit clumsy and his new neighbor who had a lot of stuffed animals.

"who's y/n?" sam asks suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. steve, to his credit, tries not to look too interested. he fails like he did in the forties.

"a neighbor. met her a couple days ago." bucky offers no more information, and neither man pushes him on it, silently pledging they'll get more out of him later, when the girl who handed bucky the tablet isn't tapping her foot on the floor, waiting solely for bucky to type down his new password so she can leave.