✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 | 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

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[Takes place in What if...ZOMBIES?!]

Not even a Squeak passes, as you wash the last window of the floating tram.

Or the last base left on earth.

You were so new to Earth when it happened.
Escaped from your homeworld,
Obsessed with perfection.

Earth was the first time you had ever seen color. Touched it, But you Loved every second of it.

Hundreds to thousands of people are infected throughout the globe.
With a virus, you physically couldn't contract.
Your anatomy was crafted, and created by
The One.

The only malfunction, the only disease you could contract,
Was imperfection.

Your original form was devoid of color. But, the moment you felt it, felt the life and culture of the new planet...
Your cheeks grew pink.

You were imperfect.
It scared you.
Scared you into leaving.
Scared you into your freedom.

You were free, to live on earth.
Free to choose.
Free to watch the people and place you loved

Decay.

You feel a wet substance fall down your cheek. Confused, you wipe it.
This had been happening for a while.

You assumed your eyes just needed to leak, and let it continue. You wipe the last speck off the cracked window. Hearing footsteps behind you.

"It's pretty early." a familiar voice says. You turn to see Lieutenant James Barnes. His face falls the moment he sees you.

"Yes, don't you need to lay unconscious for another 3 hours?" you question, your voice cracking. "I apologize, I seem to be malfunctioning..!" you panic.

"What's wrong?" he asks, approaching you closer. "My eyes are just leaking.. Nothing to worry yourself about. I'll have to see if that's what's connecting to my voice inconsistency."

"How.. Long have your eyes been leaking..?" Bucky asks, stepping closer again. "Well... A while.." you respond, clenching your nails on the inside of your palm.

"Does it.. Hurt?" he adds. You look down, "I don't wish to worry you, Lieutenant Barnes." you respond, standing up straighter, eyes on the floor.

"That's not what I asked," he says. Your moment of silence ended when you spoke up. "Yes.. It.. Does.. A lot." you mutter quietly, nails now cutting your palms.

"I doubt it's a connection to my overflow. The feeling is routine," you add, before looking up. He stood closer now. "You don't need to clean. Or polish the floors. I don't want you to." He says, making you tilt your head.

"You wouldn't like a cleaner environment?" you question, "No. Not if you're working. You don't need to be washing anything." He said, almost sternly.

"But, what am I to do when you're all.. Laying down?" you ask, "Join us." Bucky offers, "I don't require your charging times." you say, as he removes the cleaning supplies into nearby abandoned closet storage.

He crunched the doorknob, before returning to you. "We call it Sleep. And most people love it. Give it a try." He suggests, slowly offering his hand.

You remembered one of the first times he did this.
You are still so new to Earth. But when everything happened, you found this team. These Survivors.

He'd smile or laugh when you messed a term up, and help you. Over time, you looked to him for guidance with most earth customs.

You take his hand. Letting him lead you to his team wing. "Are you sure I'm allowed to enter your quarters Lieutenant?" you ask, "positive." he says, "You can come anytime."