Bucky Barnes X Y/n Oneshots.

Unlikely Partners

Bucky Barnes sat across from Dr. Christina Raynor, his arms crossed and his jaw tight. 

The sterile therapy office had become a familiar setting, though it brought him little comfort. 

He had been making progress—at least, that's what Dr. Raynor said—but today's proposal had him fuming.

"You're kidding, right?" Bucky's voice was laced with disbelief.

Dr. Raynor clasped her hands on her clipboard. "I'm not. Bucky, this program has helped countless veterans reintegrate into society. It's about building trust and connections."

"I don't need a babysitter," he snapped.

"It's not babysitting. It's a companionship program. You'll be paired with someone who can challenge you to step outside your comfort zone, someone who will remind you how to live."

Bucky groaned. "I'm already living."

"Are you?" Dr. Raynor tilted her head. "When was the last time you had a real conversation with someone? Outside of this office?"

Silence hung between them like a thick fog. Bucky's eyes shifted to the floor.

"You're meeting her tomorrow," Dr. Raynor added, her tone final. "And you'll give this an honest try."

The next day, Bucky showed up at a coffee shop in Brooklyn, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. 

He hated this already. 

The smell of espresso and pastries hung in the air, but he barely noticed as his eyes scanned the room.

And then, he saw you.

You were seated at a table near the window, scrolling through your phone with a latte in hand.

 Your bright energy seemed to fill the space around you, and you waved enthusiastically the moment you noticed him.

 Bucky felt his stomach churn.

"Hi! You must be Bucky," you greeted with a warm smile as he approached. "I'm Y/N. It's great to meet you."

He grunted in response, pulling out the chair across from you. "Sure."

Your smile faltered slightly but didn't disappear. "Well, this is off to a great start," you said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "Dr. Raynor told me a bit about you. I know this isn't exactly your idea of fun, but I think it could be good for both of us."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Both of us?"

"Yeah," you said, leaning forward. "I'm not here to fix you or anything. I just... I like getting to know people, and I think we could learn from each other."

"I doubt it," he muttered under his breath.

You frowned but decided not to push. "Okay, tough guy. How about we start small? Favorite color?"

Bucky blinked at you. "What?"

"Favorite color," you repeated, undeterred. "Mine's green."

He stared at you like you'd grown a second head. "I don't know... navy blue, I guess?"

"Blue's a good choice," you said, nodding. "See? We're already learning about each other."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but for the first time in a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Over the next few weeks, your meetings with Bucky became a routine.

 Sometimes, they were as simple as sitting in the same coffee shop, awkwardly making small talk.