The Kind You Save (Winter Soldier x Reader)

Eggs and Poison

"He doesn't need to be locked up anymore! I think he's regaining his memories, or at least his personality," you argued with the three heroes.

You had told the three of them as soon as they woke up, although Tony didn't seem to care as much. You told them of their discussion last night and how you actually got him to smile, but they still seemed skeptical.

"(Y/n), I know how much you want to help him but, he is still a threat..." Sam said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"And we need to run some tests on that arm of his!" Tony yelled from the other room.

You finally gave up after listening to their arguments, they were right... again. You watched as Steve brought down Bucky's breakfast, as the man sat on his bed, not even looking at Steve. He tried to talk to him, get him to eat something, but he wouldn't even flinch. Even when Steve left, he wouldn't look anywhere but the ground. You could barely eat your own breakfast knowing how hungry he must be. Did he think you all were trying to poison him?

You couldn't take it anymore, he didn't trust anyone, because he never had the chance to. So you took your plate of eggs and toast down with you to the small hall that surrounded the cage.

"Hey," you said, sitting down in front of the cage, nibbling off the plate on your lap.

He looked up, giving you a strange look. Your unconventional tactics threw him off again. You were never a really serious person, people usually found you weird. But he seemed to actually enjoy this, it must have been very different from what he was used to. You noticed him eyeing your dish.

"You like eggs? I was never really a fan myself," you said as you slipped your dish through the door, taking his dish of oatmeal in return.

"Yuck! Oatmeal, who likes oatmeal?" You asked, placing it at your side as you returned back to your sitting position.

He did it again, he smiled, at you this time. This made your chest warm up, you were actually getting somewhere with him. You sat with him as he scarfed down the scrambled eggs, he was a lot more hungry than he led on to be.

"We would never poison you, you know," you said because he had obviously only eaten your food because he had already seen you eat it.

He finished his meal and wiped his mouth with his hand. He placed the plate by the door before sitting on the floor in front of you.

"I know. I just hate oatmeal," he said, with his golden smirk again.

You couldn't help but laugh. Here you thought he was worrying about being poisoned and he just had a picky appetite. You finished your fit of laughter when you noticed he was laughing along with you. You had been told your laugh was contagious but this was pretty impressive, making one of the world's deadliest assassins laugh.

"Sorry about that, must have been Steve's idea," you giggled to yourself.

"It's alright," he said, finishing his laughter.

You sat together for a while, just talking to each other. He mostly listened to your stories, because he had a very limited amount of his own, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked at you with a faint smile as you told your stories with such passion.

"And that's why I hate family reunions..." You said, finishing your story.

He said nothing, just stared at you. But not with the same one from last night, it was friendlier, calmer, different, complimented with a soft smile.

"Well, I should head back up. I'll talk to you soon," you said, taking both your and his plates with you as you left.

"Goodbye, (y/n)," you heard him say as you closed the door behind you.

You walked down the hall with a big grin on your face, heading towards the main room. When you entered you were greeted by all three men staring at you.

"What?" You asked.

"That was impressive," Sam said, looking back to you from the couch.

"We're you all watching?" You asked, putting your dishes away.

"And listening," Tony said as he worked on a smaller mechanical piece.

Embarrassment consumed you as you felt your face grow red. They had listened to all your dumb stories, and your fit of laughter.

"How did you do that?" Steve asked, his face filled with amazement.

"Oh, uh. I don't know, I just talked to him normally. Like he wasn't our prisoner..." You said with a hint of bitterness.

You saw Steve's eyes shift, he was thinking about something. He then turned away from you and walked over to Sam and Tony. They argued but it was inaudible to you as you leaned against the counter top. They seemed to come to an agreement and they turned back to you.

"I think it's time we let him out."