POV Short Stories

It started with coffee (YN x Bucky Barnes)

It started with coffee.
Every morning, the same routine.
The same cup, the same way.
Someone notices and a friendship builds from there.
Where could it lead??

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TW: Injury to main character

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Bucky noticed the first thing you did each morning was make a coffee. Before you even said good morning you headed straight for the coffee machine and poured yourself a massive cup.

Over time, he realised that you used the same cup most mornings, only deviating from this when it wasn't clean or someone else was already using it.

The next thing that struck him was that you always had 3 sugars in your coffee. But not a straight 3 sugars, you woul put 2 sugars in and before moving away from the kitchen, you would look around to make sure nobody was watching before quickly putting a 3rd one in.

Lastly, he noted that you would fill your cup 2/3 full with coffee and then add the creamer from the fridge.

On nice mornings you would take you coffee and sit outside near the pool. On overcast or rainy mornings, you would sit by the window, sometimes on the floor, in the movie room and just watch the rain while you sipped your coffee.

You never considered yourself a predictable person or someone who stuck to certain rituals or routines, and in most of life you weren't. Except when it came to your morning coffee.

One rainy morning, you were sitting by the window, watching the rain run in rivulets down the glass and splash in puddles around the yard, when you felt a presence nearby.

You looked up and saw Bucky standing beside you. "Hey Bucky, you wanna sit?"

Bucky looked down at you, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"You're not disturbing me" you told him. "I feel calm when it rains and I'm happy to share that if you would like to?"

"It's ok Yn," he replied "I'll leave you be for now, but maybe tomorrow, if you're here?"

"Ok Buck, you're always welcome to sit with me, wherever I am" you smiled at him and he quickly turned and walked away.

You and Bucky hadn't interacted a lot in your few months at the compound but what time you had spent with him intrigued you. He was quiet, sometimes dark and brooding but, given his history, that was no big surprise.

What surprised you the most was the joy that radiated from him at times. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it made your heart sing. Mostly because it was so rare, but also because, with everything he'd been through, he deserved some joy in his life.

You could tell he fought it, that happy feeling, but when he gave in, the genuine smile on his face made your day.

The Next Day

Bucky was already in the kitchen when you came down to make your coffee. You noticed that the cup you usually use was already on the bench. Thinking Bucky was using it, you got a different cup and made your coffee, heading outside because it was a nicer morning than yesterday.

Bucky turned from what he was doing, saw you heading out the door with your coffee and frowned. He'd got your cup out ready for you and you hadn't used it. This confused him but he put it away, in the back of the cupboard so nobody else would accidentally use it.

After making his coffee, he went and stood by the window and watched you, quietly. You looked so peaceful, he didn't want to disturb you, so he just watched.

"Hey man, why don't you go talk to her." A voice said beside Bucky.

He turned around to see Steve standing beside him "I don't want to disturb her, I don't think she really like me."