Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky x Tall!Mutant!Reader

A/N - This reader has different abilities than the last Mutant!Reader. Y/n has the ability to control air. I read somewhere that if all the air was sucked from someone's lungs at once that they would collapse, leading to death. So that is (not :( ) in this fic. Yum.

The sound of swishing filled the room in a relaxing rhythm as Y/n swirled a light and sweet breeze around her room. Suddenly the controlled noise was interrupted by an unwelcome sound. Knocking.

Y/n stopped the breeze and smoothed back her h/c locks and she walked towards her door to greet the (unwelcome) visitor. Even if they interrupted her meditation, she wasn't going to be ride.

In four strides of her long legs Y/n was at the door. Placing her hand upon the cold knob she calmly opened the door.

"Yes?" She asked, emotionless. Steve stood there awkwardly, "T-Tony is holding dinner and told me to come get you.". Clearing her throat Y/n responded, "Thank you, but I'm not in the mood.".

Just as she began to close the door, Cap stopped her, "He insists and-". You waved him off, "Fine.". He smiled and gave her a thumbs up as she followed him down the hall.

Not being one to make conversation, Steve did most of the talking as she tapped her toes on the floor of the elevator. Ding. They'd arrived at the dinner hall.

Y/n smoothed her white t-shirt and pulled up her black jeans. Her ankles peeked out from the bottoms due to  her height (a/n - I have this problem).

She was quite intimidating; her height and fierce e/c eyes scared many away. If she noticed this, she didn't care. Clearly Y/n preferred being alone; swirling the air around creating interesting whistles and swishes.

All eyes were on her lanky form as she took her seat next to Natasha. In a hushed whisper the red head spoke, "Thought you didn't like dinner parties,". Y/n nodded before whispering back, "I don't. Steve insisted.". Natasha wiggled her eyebrows playfully before returning her eyes to Bruce.

Y/n rolled her eyes before stirring her drink my swirling the air above it in a spiral. A voice ripped her from the moment of peace, "No powers at the table l/n!" Tony shouted playfully. She looked at him and stirred her drink faster while keeping eye contact. A smirk danced across her lips and she stuck out her tongue. "God! Kids these days!" He said with a laugh before winking in his usual teasing manner.

A sharp inhalation of breath caught Y/n's attention. She glanced across the table and the former assassin.

Was he annoyed?

She stopped stirring her drink and took a curt sip. Before staring at her appetizer, now oddly aware of the rugged man directly across the table.

She swore she felt his icy gaze boring holes into her head as she awkwardly looked down

Why was he staring?

Taking a brave choice she looked up, meeting Bucky's pale blue eyes. He didn't even look away as Y/n's eyes met his.

Stubbornly she held the eye contact until Tony spoke again. "Having a staring contest I see!". Y/n flushed and looked away. For the first time in ages Bucky spoke, "Hard not to stare.".

Every single guest stared at the man oddly before Steve lightly smacked his shoulder, "Don't be rude!". A light chuckle escaped James' lips as he leaned back slightly in his chair.

What?!