The Winter Cowboy || Bucky x Reader

Chapter 1

Note before reading: 

So, after ten years of avidly writing fanfiction, I have decided to post this story so all you thirsty Bucky simps can read it. My favourite thing in the world are comments as they make me smile so much.

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"I'm just saying- we don't need some one-armed scrapyard terrorist with a superhero complex around here," Harper huffed as she threw a pillow towards the bed, only narrowly missing your head. You chuckled at your sister's comment as you straightened the sheets, not quite sure how you felt about the three men having a hushed conversation in your father's office downstairs. You doubted your father would do anything to endanger you and your family, but taking in the primary suspect of the bombing of the Vienna International Centre was certainly not what you had expected. The footage of the showdown between the Avengers at the airport in Germany had leaked a couple of months ago and had shocked the world. But you hadn't been nearly as shaken until your father sat you and your sister down this afternoon to announce that the most sought-after man in the world would be staying with you and your family for a while.

"You shouldn't call him that, you know- he might be innocent," you offered as you looked around your brother's room. Harper shrugged her shoulders at you as she collected the final box of Carter's clothes and slid them on top of the wardrobe. Your brother Carter had left for the army three months ago and hadn't bothered to clean his room before leaving. Then again, no one in your family had expected to be needing his room in the first place. Your lips formed into a small smile as you imagined the Winter Soldier, a highly trained brainwashed assassin, having to sleep underneath your brother's faded Star Wars sheets, surrounded by all of the sci-fi memorabilia that decorated the walls.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of your father's creaky office door opening downstairs, followed by muffled voices which continued a hushed conversation as they disappeared into the kitchen. You locked eyes with Harper and barely managed to take one step towards the door before she pushed you aside like a well-seasoned rugby player and rushed out of the room. Sadly, the thunderous sound of you and your sister charging down the stairs like an elephant stampede did not go unnoticed, because at the end of the hallway, blocking the entrance to the kitchen, stood your mother. Even though you had celebrated your 27th birthday only last week, and your mother's scowl was usually only meant for Harper's nightly escapades when she went drinking with the other rebellious teenagers of Lewistown, you felt as affected by it as you had when you had broken into your father's liquor cabinet with nothing but a hairpin and some tweezers at the young age of sixteen.

"Upstairs- both of you," your mother's voice demanded in the weighty reserved way only mothers can speak. You grinned at Harper's scowl who, despite having called your family's new guest a scrapyard terrorist, still seemed very interested in sneaking a peak of the Winter Soldier and Captain America who had accompanied him. Like you, your mother seemed somewhat amused but was clearly attempting to hide it as she hadn't had to be a strict mother ever since you had become an adult. Your younger sister had been somewhat of a surprise and had forced your parents back on the track of pretending they were responsible role models and pretending not to smoke cheeky cigarettes outside while you were asleep.

"I'll bring up some tea in a moment," your mother smiled, clearly not enjoying the strict tone she had taken. You nodded, thanked her, and laced your fingers around your sister's arm, dragging her back up the stairs. Whereas your face was flooded with disappointment, you detected mischief in your sister's eyes, knowing she would find a way to spot the soldier before morning. But before you and Harper had even made it up the stairs, your all-seeing omnipotent mother added a curt "-and don't even think about disturbing him."