✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

Y/n adjusts her wool gloves on her wrists, picking the last of her favorite soldier's pills into an organized tray. With a glass of water, she placed it on his bed stand. She glances past the bathroom door to see how far along he was in his nightly routine. But all she saw was his back, eyes glued into the mirror. Human's were still strange to the alien girl, so she shrugged it off. She easily felt embarrassed asking questions, which Bucky would then say she shouldn't be. Her thoughts, and way of thinking were so different then others, that might've been what attracted him to her, but it's also what held her back. It was all the more embarrassing that she couldn't speak.

Not after what happened to her in her homeworld. Y/n just couldn't find the strength to say a word. She walks behind him, peeking at the reflection. 'what is there?' She Signs, he lightly chuckled. "Just an old man." His fingers graze her hair, Leading them to the bed, noticing the tray beside him. "You didn't have to do this." 'I wanted to. It amazes me how you can remember to take such tiny capsules every night at the same time.' Y/n signed, pulling the covers over them. Bucky quickly swallows the drug, "Yeah, I dunno." Ever since he had invited Y/n in the room one night, he hadn't slept on the floor. The bed felt warm, and welcoming. More so than the back problems presented on the wood.

His eyes darted to her gloves, "You're going to cut off your circulation." Bucky sighed, 'you're going to have to stop wearing your glove then too.' She struggles with her wording, her secret being well kept. Well enough. She couldn't let him know she was that different from the average woman, what if he didn't want to be with her anymore? What if he got scared? Those were uncertain thoughts, and questions she didn't want the answers to. As curious as Y/n was, she couldn't do it, not to herself, not after everything. 'I don't have circulation' She signed simply.

"I forget about that sometimes." He admits, "Night doll." clicking the light off. His arms found their way around her waist, pulling her into his chest. Y/n had found this groundbreaking, this feeling couldn't be described in words. Maybe words she didn't know yet. But as amazing and new as earth was, she wasn't sure it had the right words to describe what she felt like this. A warmth in her core, and chest, tingling in her arms and legs. It was all surreal in a way she had never known.

Another attribute of Y/n's body- she couldn't sleep. She didn't seem to mind laying there for 8 hours in an act, in fact she enjoyed it. Her only task was to do nothing, and be next to her favorite human. He just didn't need to know she couldn't sleep. Because she was sure he then wouldn't sleep in turn, and Y/n knew human's needed their sleep. Especially Bucky, who had issues with the activity in the past. Thoughts raced through her mind, just as they did the night before. She needed to remind herself really how alien she was here. Just because she used an illusion to cover her real skin, didn't mean she was safe from his suspicion.

Because surely her alien runes would scare him away. Wouldn't it? A bang interrupted her thoughts, but she stayed in the act, she was obviously asleep. Bucky's head zipped up, before slowly unwrapping himself. He adjusts the covers over her before glancing back. She felt a twinge of guilt for her lie in the moment, he really was trying to let her sleep. Something she was physically incapable of doing. Y/n appreciated the notion nonetheless. He lightly steps through the room, metal arm in front of him. Bucky was ready to absolutely destroy whoever was trying to hurt her. As much as he didn't want to admit it to Sam, he was right.

Bucky was much too overprotective of Y/n. He would rarely leave her side. He was just so scared the universe would decide he couldn't have her either. So scared the universe sent something in this room. Only to find their cat Alpine. He sighs, helping the feline out from the unzipped bag. The cat began to lick his metal arm, he cringed. He placed the cat down in his spot, before walking out to the window.

The moment she was out of his sight, Y/n popped right up. Alpine trotted his way over to welcome her into the waking world, she smiled and pet him gently. But it wasn't about him right now, it was about the man out there who was clearly struggling again. Now she had to find out what it was this time. Y/n slides off the bed, peeking around the corner. His hands struggled against the scar binding him to the metal arm. What could an alien offer a soldier for consolement? She looked at the cat on the bed behind them. A cat.