MCU One shots

There's a first for everything- Bucky PT 1

"You really should talk to her, Buck." Steve slaps Buckys arm as he takes the seat next to him at the table. His observation of Bucky's longing after the new agent was clear.

"Nah, I don't date." Bucky grumbles as he shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Taking his eyes off of you was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Especially when you came out of your room for breakfast and had your hair down.

The long locks were a pride of yours, bright red with amber highlights in the sun. You didn't care that it was a pain to keep it that color. It made you happy. Well, that and the fact that you were working so close to the Avengers.

"Morning, guys!" You saunter past Steve and Bucky, wearing my typical pjs, short fluffy shorts, and a thin tank top. Moving to the coffee pot, pouring yourself a cup. Then you sit up on top of the counter. "What's the dish this morning? Are there any new bad guys?" You look over at Steve, who had looked between you and Bucky about a half a dozen times.

"Well, I have a call to make...." Steve pushes out of the chair, taking larger steps than normal down the hall.

"No, no...no...no STEVE!" Bucky was clearly nervous, but it was nothing abnormal. From the first time you met him, he was always reserved or straight-up clamy around you.

"GOOD LUCK BUCK!" Steve hollers back.

You sit there on the counter, sipping your coffee, staring him down. He wouldn't even look my way. "Well, any news, Bucky?" You start to tap my fingers on the counter next to my leg.

He visibly twitched but finally drug his eyes to mine. "Uh...no." He looked away again before pushing away from the table, grabbing his bowl. He placed it in the sink, walking past you to the fridge. Opening it, he pulls out a beer, popping the top, draining half of it.

"Uhm, little early for that, don't you think?" You take another sip, then slide off the counter. "Ok, well, I don't feel like watching you kill your liver." As you spin on the ball of my foot, you stop as he opens his mouth.

"Sorry....I-I...damn" His voice was low and quiet. You knew he was conflicted about something, but you were told from the get-go to not get invested in anyone. From one day to the next, we never knew who would be here.

Turning ever so slightly, tilting my head to the side. "Everything ok?" You set your cup down on the counter.

He drained the bottle, crossing the room to throw it in the trash. He walks halfway back and leans on the island in front of you. His eyes were dark, but there was a hint of worry.

"Hello? Earth to super soldier" Waving my hand in the air in front of him.

"Can I ask you something? And you hear me out? If not, it's totally fine. I don't want to put you in a place where you feel uncomfortable." He rambled as you took another step closer.

"Ok, I'm listening." You place your arms on the counter leaning forward.

"If i asked you something personal, which you don't have to answer.....would you be honest with me." He rubs the side of his face. Trying to hide the red rushing to his cheeks.

"Of course! What do you wanna know?"  Placeing your chin in your hands as you watch his demeanor change. The confident soldier was melting into his emotions right in front of you.

"Would you ever....and you can totally just say no.....maybe....like...to go.....out..." He winces at the last word.

"Bucky Barnes....are you asking me out on a date?" A sly smile pulls at your lips.

Bucky shifted again. Wringing his hands in front of himself. Handing his head, he runs a hand through his hair, pulling on the back of his neck. "Yeah...." he drops his hands, looking back up at you.

You cross the space between us and kiss his cheek. "Sure, but I have to get to work. Text me...ok?"

He genuinely smiles as he grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, kissing it gently. "Ok...." Dropping your hand, he steps back, turning to walk out of the kitchen.

You turn back to get some more coffee, shaking your head. Before you had the cup filled again, your pocket dings. Pulling it out waiting for some new training schedule from Natasha or a new meeting with Fury, but it was, in fact, neither. You didn't have the number saved, but you knew once you read it who it was from.

'I figured since I had no idea if you had my number... I would text you first. It's Bucky by the way'

A cheesy smile plastered on your face as you spin around and lean against the counter. Before you get the chance to reply, Natasha walks into the kitchen, eyeing you.

"What's that look for?" She grabs some coffee leaning on the counter next to you.

"Bucky asked me out...." you whispered, still staring at your phone.

"WHAT?!?" She stands up, grabbing your arm. "He finally broke, huh?"

You squinted at her as she raised an eyebrow. "What?"

'You do know he's been wanting to for... Months!" She tries to hold her cup up to hide the smile on her face.

The shock on your face must have been entertaining. She doubles over laughing as hard as she can. "Give him a shot. I'm sure there is a giant teddy bear under all that brooding mess." She grabs her side due to laughing too hard.

"Sure..." You place your coffee cup in the sink, then walk out of the kitchen.

You open the text again, but this time, you start to reply.

'Well, you were right. I didn't have your number, but i do now. Thanks ; )'

Walking down the hall, you try your best not to be too excited. It had been a long while since you had been on a date. You have been asked by random sleezballs but never took them up on the offer. Hell, you had no idea what kind of guy Bucky was, but if Steve trusted him, you had every right to give him a shot. What was one date?