Bucky Barnes and Captain America One Shots

Grown {Steve x Reader}

Requested by: Nobody
Warning: Sad Steve
Word Count: 1636

"Buck, come on! You're so slow!" You yelled over your shoulder, running through the puddles. Brooklyn was getting hammered with rain, and you, Buck, and Steve didn't hesitate to go and run in it.

"I have to stay with asthma boy!" He yelled back. The three of you had been inseparable since you were in first grade. Not much had changed though you were all twelve now. You groaned and stopped, waiting for them to catch up. Steve was wheezing, and you quickly whipped out an inhaler. You had asthma too, but not as bad as Steve. His family couldn't even afford an inhaler. You shoved it in his mouth, him being alarmed to say the least.

"Breath in, trust me." You said, pushing the air concoction into his mouth. His sputtering breathes calmed, and he seemed better.

"What is that?" Bucky asked, taking it from your hands.

"It's called an inhaler. I had bad asthma a while ago and I don't need it anymore but I never got rid of it. Steve, you should take it. You obviously need it more than I do." He shook his head, as you expected.

"It's yours, (y/n). I'm not taking it." He refused, shoving his hands in his pockets. You looked to Bucky for help, but you both knew he wasn't going to give up. On the way home, you slipped the inhaler into his pocket without him knowing it.

But now, those two boys were nothing but a mission. Both had left you in Brooklyn for the war, and neither of them looked back. Not too long later, a man came to your door. You were distraught, not functioning enough to know that this man was from HYDRA. Next thing you knew, you were at a base, strapped to a table and being pumped with blue liquid that burned your veins. You were broken, shattered inside and out. They wiped you until you couldn't even identify the color red. That's when you were ready.

That's when you became the Winter Soldier. You took out threats, helping the world. Missions and training young girls was all you did, and you were amazing at it. The punches and kicks were second nature for you to throw, and pulling the trigger on a man who was begging for his life didn't effect you. Until one day, you were given the mission of killing Captain America. Pierce slapped the folder down in front of you, giving you permission to open it.

"Captain America is your target. He's becoming a threat to us and the world. You have four days." He stated, walking out of the room briskly. You sat down on your cot, opening the folder. His photo stung you, your stomach dropped to your shoes. One thought ran through your mind.

I know him.

In a few hours time, you were dressed and ready to go. You strapped guns to your back and your thigh holster, and doctors there programmed your arm. Pierce told you that Captain America and Bucky had torn your arm off a long time ago, and they rescued you from them. Now, you could get revenge.

They dropped you off in DC, your mask on and your hair tightly pulled back. Modern day cars were in your way, and you kicked one to the side. Then you saw it, the Avengers Tower. You bursted into a run, sprinting to your mission. Breaking down the door, you heard a computer voice ring out.

"There has been a break in, Mr. Stark" The voice said. You walked throughout the hallways, gun in hand. You got to the main lounge, where all the avengers were. Your eyes locked onto the man with the blonde hair, and you raised the gun. The woman with red hair saw you, and made everyone turn to you. You wasted no time and sent a bullet his way, though he quickly dodged it. You were outnumbered, but you couldn't lose. The blonde man grabbed his shield, and threw it at you. With ease, you caught it and threw it to the ground.