MCU One shots

The Pact -BB

You had been having a rough week. Hell, let's be honest it had been a rough couple of months. Work had been tearing you down piece by piece and to top it off you had been making mistakes that were small, but always getting caught. Nothing was going right and you were at the end of your rope.

Being a new agent at the Avengers compound was not the only thing making you push yourself to the max, but the fact that your personal life had fallen apart since you accepted the job. Your best friend stopped talking to you and your boyfriend left you because he claimed that you never had time to be with him now that you were around all these "Gods". Whatever that meant. You barely knew the Avengers, Mr. Stark has said hi to you a total of three times in 6 months.

You living at the compound has not made things easier. Everyone has always been up in each other's business all the time. You had been able to talk to some of them, but they had already made it known that you were just the newbie. The only one that had been showing any kind of interest in you was Mr. Barns. He would make sure to say hi to you in the morning and ask about your day if he saw you making dinner at night.

"You know if you smiled more then people may want to talk to you." Sam's voice was carrying behind you as you looked down at the pot of water boiling on the stove in front of you.

"Don't make me slap you." You snapped back.

"Sam's getting slapped? Can I record that? Maybe I can make it what the kid calls viral." Bucky's cheery voice came up behind you as his footsteps stopped just short of you. "Hey sugar, how was your day?"

"Same old, same old. I'm just not cut out for this work. I'm never going to be good enough for this place." You turn your back to him to hide the tears brimming in your eyes.

He places a hand on your shoulder pulling you around to face him. "Don't say that sweetheart. Please! You are the one bright light of sunshine I get to see every morning and if I'm lucky at the end of my day as well."

"Get a room you two! I'm trying to eat here." Sam shouts across the room from the table.

You shoot him a death glare as Buck's arm tightens on your shoulder. "Ow!" You grab your arm knowing there would be a bruise there tomorrow.

"Shit! I'm sorry Y/N. I'm such a fuck up!" Bucky turns to walk away shaking his head whispering a string of cuss words under his breath.

"Way to go Cyborg. Breaking the newbie already." Sam was laughing with a mouthful of food.

"Bucky wait!" You call after him, chasing him down the hall.

You reach the end of the hall where the elevator banks were. Bucky had his back to you with his hand over his face still whispering cuss words to himself. "Just go! I always hurt people. I'm never going to be able to do this fitting in goody too shoes shit."

You place your hand on his right arm gently pulling him to get him to look at you. At first he flexes his arm pulling against you, but then he gives in and turns to face you. You could see the haze in his eyes. He was masking the hurt and pain. You place your hands on either side of his face and pull down to get him to look you in the eye.

"I'm fine Bucky, see no damage." You pull your shirt off your shoulder to show him thee were no marks. "Please don't beat yourself up. I am the fuck up here. I'm not super human or special in any way." You drop your hands to your sides and look down at the floor.

"Hey, if I'm not allowed to beat myself up then neither is you." He places a finger under your chin, raising it to look you in the eyes. "Let's make a pact ok?"

You look up at him and nod your head slightly. "Ok, but nothing crazy."

A slight smirk crawls up the right side of his face. "No, of course not."

"Ok, then what is it?" You cross your arms in front of your chest and start to tap your left foot on the ground.

"We both seem to have an issue with beating ourselves up, and I hate seeing you this way, as I can imagine you don't like seeing me this way." He reaches out and brushes your hair behind your left ear.

"Ok, I'm following." You blush slightly as his hand grazes your cheek.

"If either one of us becomes low and starts to feel this way, we promise to find the other and let them know. You know, so we can pick each other up again." He licks his lips and turns his head to the side avoiding eye contact for a second.

You stop tapping your foot and place your right hand on his chest as his head snaps back to look down at you. "Deal! No matter what, any time of day or night, I'll be there for you."

Natasha and Clint walk past the two of you and you make eye contact with her. Clint was leaning over whispering something to her, and then he looks over taking in the scene before him. "You two should just hook up already." He starts to make kissy faces as you watch Natasha elbow him in the side. He doubles over groaning from the pain as they walk down the hall to the kitchen.

"Don't mind him, he has sick humor." Bucky shakes his head side to side.

"Oh and you don't? I've heard you and Sam a couple of times. Not exactly the mature types." You take your hand off his chest and turn to press the elevator button.

"So, uh, do you...I mean would you...shit..." Bucky was now rubbing the back of his neck looking everywhere but at you.

"Spit it out Barnes." You laugh as you shake your head at him.

The elevator doors open and you step inside. He goes to follow you and you hold out your right hand stopping him. "Until you can say what you were going to say, I'm taking this ride alone."

Bucky hangs his head as a frown is forced. The elevator doors start to close, but just as they are about to be closed all the way he sticks his metal arm between them forcing them open.

"Do you want to have lunch with me tomorrow? You know, to talk?" He was still having a hard time looking at you, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Sure! I'd love to. Now can I go to my room to get cleaned up for bed?" You smile at him as your yes meet.

He steps back as the doors start to close again. Just as they are about to be closed all the way you could see him turning around and fist pumping the air. You shake your head again this time trying to hold back your laughs. He was an adorable cinnamon roll. Just a big bionic baby.