Avengers x Reader Oneshots

Late Night Laundry~ Bucky

Summary: Y/n shares an apartment with Bucky, and you decide to do some laundry when you can't sleep. Without telling Bucky.

Trigger warnings: I don't think there's any, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

You groan and open your eyes, but avoid looking at the clock, not wanting to know what time it is. Ever since your last mission a few days ago, your internal clock had been all messed up, and you woke up at the worst hours of the morning. You roll over and close your eyes again.

Nothing.

You sigh, and decide to just get up, since you obviously weren't going to fall back asleep anytime soon, even though the sky seemed pretty dark out your window.

Rolling out of bed, you head towards your closet, in search of your favorite hoodie, which was way too big for you, probably because you stole it from Thor last time you stayed at the Tower.

After a bit of digging through your dirty laundry and not finding it, you realize you could really use some clean clothes. You throw on a different hoodie, hoping that maybe you'll find the other one in the process.

You try to open your door quietly, as to not wake Bucky, whose room was just down the hall in your shared apartment. As you shuffle towards the laundry room, you can't help glancing at the clock. 

3:18 AM.

Well that explained why it was so dark outside of your window, and also confirmed your thoughts on Bucky still sleeping. 

Continuing your slow shuffle towards the laundry room, you feel a hoodie fall out of your pile. You sigh, but decide against trying to pick it up, because you knew as soon as you did, they rest of your pile would come falling down too.

Finally reaching the laundry room, you shut the door, so any noise you make won't reach Bucky's room at the end of the hallway. You throw your clothes in the machine, and end up smashing your elbow onto it. You let out a yelp as pain shoots up your arm, then quickly cover your mouth, hoping you hadn't woken Bucky. 

You pause to see if you hear any noises coming from the direction of his room. When you don't hear anything, you reach up towards the bottle of detergent on the shelf above the washer.

Just your luck, the handle had some residue on it, making it slippery. As you pull it off the shelf, it slips out of your hand, and falls right onto your foot.

You let out a string of words Steve wouldn't approve of, then pick up the bottle, wincing slightly. You pour the proper amount of soap into the machine, and start it. You carefully set the detergent bottle back on the shelf, and the hop up onto the washer to check out your injured foot.

BUCKY POV

Bucky startled awake, not sure at first about what woke him. 

A loud, but muffled thud makes him sit up in bed and look at the clock.

3:37 AM.

A sound like a door closing had him out of bed and pulling a hoodie on before grabbing a knife from his bedside table.

He quietly made his way towards his door, and peeked out into the hall before opening it all the way. As he slipped out of his room, his foot nudged something on the floor.

Looking down, he sees something lying in a heap, and picks it up to realize it's one of Y/n's hoodies.

"Y/n"

He goes down the hall towards Y/n's room, and opens the door to find it empty. That immediately has him concerned. He knows his housemate wouldn't willingly leave the house this early.

"Y/n?" He calls quietly, continuing through the apartment.

As he's about to enter the kitchen, he hears some commotion from the laundry room, and so he sneaks over to the door. Barging in, he aims his knife at the figure sitting atop the washing machine.

Y/N POV

You jump as the laundry room bangs open and a knife is thrust towards your face, the owner of said knife holding it, still in his pajamas and... your sweatshirt??

".....Bucky?"

"Y/n???"

You look at him in confusion before gesturing to his knife, which he was still gripping very tightly.

"What are you doing with that?" You ask, and he lowers it.

"I, um, I thought someone broke in, there was some loud noises." he explains, still looking at you in confusion

"Oh, uh, yea that was just me, sorry. I banged my elbow on the washer, and then dropped the detergent on my foot," you tell him, answering his silent questions, " Also, I couldn't sleep."

You just look awkwardly at each other for a few seconds before you speak up again.

"Uh, nice pajamas."

He looks down at what he's wearing, before looking back up at you. 

"I didn't really think about changing into something else before coming to rescue you. I just grabbed my knife and left the room."

You nod slightly, still confused about one thing.

"Okay, but why are you wearing my hoodie?" you ask, pointing at the sweatshirt Bucky's wearing.

".... It's just comfortable, okay? Also it smells like you." he mumbles the last part.

"You can have it," you laugh, knowing it wasn't really yours in the first place. Oh well, Thor could try, but you doubted he'd be able to get the hoodie back from Bucky.

A/n: sorry it's been a while, haha, i just finished up school for the year, so I had quite a lot going on, but hopefully I'll be able to write more since I'm on break right now. Also, I apologize for any incorrect spelling and/or grammer, it's pretty late, and I don't feel like proof reading or anything right now.

And just for funsies, there's a couple questions I have for all of you amazing readers.

Would you like me to do fics of characters without y/n? like write a oneshot for a specific ship?

Who would you like to see more of in the future? I'll list a few options for a vote.

-Steve

-Bucky

-Tony

-Bruce

-Clint

-Pietro

-Peter P.

-Peter Quill

Or any other suggestions?

Requests are open btw, (please i really need ideas XD) for any original ideas or if you want more parts to any of the other stories I have posted already.

Love you all so much,

-Kahlen