Bucky x reader

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{a/n - if you know where the title's from, I automatically love you I don't know how the spacing will turn out but I apologise in advance if it's bad. also, this didn't really go how i planned, sorry}  

Warnings: none
Word Count: 1378
Uploaded: 01/04/16 23:45

                  

The Zimnij Soldát, Winter Soldier.

Ex- Hydra assassin, a lethal killer.

A young man with no memories and crippling night terrors, guilt eating away at his very soul. Nothing more than a puppet.

When he first stepped through those elevator doors, he kept his head down. He was ashamed. About everything, about what being the Winter Soldier had done to him, about his lack of control over his own body whilst he did another man's cruel bidding. He even felt guilty about a chocolate bar he stole in 1929, aged 12.

He refused a handshake from everyone. He squirmed away from Steve's outstretched arm, threatening to envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

Steve's worried eyes never left his brainwashed best friend, they followed him around the room like lost puppies.

"So this is the Bucky Barnes, huh? Nice to finally meet you. Capsicle, here, never shuts up about ya," Tony joked.

Bucky smiled slightly at this, tearing his eyes from the floor to look at each Avenger for a fleeting second. He physically relaxed, not as tense as he was, and Steve released the breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"I, uh, thank you s-so much, I mean I-uh I-" Bucky was at a loss for words.

Clint was quick to save him by interrupting. "Don't mention it. Now, you want something to drink? Eat? You name it, Tony's most likely got it. I ain't ever seen fridges stocked like his, let me tell you." Bucky and Clint had walked on to the kitchen, deep in conversation.

Steve's gaze followed the pair as they walked down the corridor.

"I don't know what I was so worried about," he said as that signature, gleaming white smile spread across his face. Natasha playfully punched him on the arm, "Told ya Cap, didn't I?"

You were the newest Avenger, after Bucky of course.

You'd been a part of S.H.I.E.L.D, a PA, before you had some radioactive gunk turn you into some sort of a superhuman thing. Not that you were complaining – there were some perks to it.

Not only did you get to hang out with the likes of Natasha Romanoff (!!!) and genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist Tony Fucking Stark, you also got some killer, low maintenance abs that appeared overnight. Didn't disappear no matter how much you ate or how little you exercised. Truly what dreams are made of.

You weren't really the confident type though. Didn't really put yourself out there. You avoided Tony's parties like the plague and kept your appearances at social gatherings to a minimum. You and Bucky were similar like that, neither really being a people person. You both got used to each other's silent company after a while.

So when Bucky wandered around the almost empty Avengers Tower, it didn't come as a surprise to him when you told him that everyone else had gone out to a bar someplace and you two were to fend for yourselves. Nor was it a surprise to you when Bucky sat on the sofa across from you, gazing in a confused manner at what you were watching on the TV. You settled into a comfortable silence with yourself half-watching the TV and him staring intently at it. You highly doubted they had Say Yes to the Dress in the forties.