𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

xi. I PICK YOU

[kind of inspired by the above]

Steve Rogers believed in miracles.

So one day when you came tumbling into the bin he was thrown into, he was 100% sure that you were his next miracle. "What'd they throw you in here for?"

"Oh, they didn't I just wanted to join you." Steve looked at you in confusion but your impeccably optimistic impression did not falter once.

"Here's how I see it Steve Rogers. People are put where they're supposed to be put. So they can fulfill their purpose or help someone else. I, however, never seem to get anywhere without trying. I get to pick where I want to go. I pick you."

Steve's expression was one of utter dismay yet he could not wipe the smile off of his face and he flailed his minute limbs around, trying to get up.

Your conversation was interrupted by a thud against the bin before a much taller figure appeared over it.

"How'd I know to find you in here, Steve?" he sighed, offering his hand to help Steve out of the bin.

His bright blue eyes glanced over to you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who's the girl?" He asked Steve before offering his hand to you.

"The girl can speak for herself," you began whilst smacking his hand away and standing up by yourself. "I'm (Y/N) and I know who you are."

"Okay she's feisty." Bucky mumbled to himself before turning to Steve. "How do you two know each other?"

"She picked me." Steve murmured, both confused and proud. "I picked you too, Bucky. I figured you guys are a package deal."

"So you picked us as...friends?" Bucky questioned. "Yeah, sure, something like that."

Bucky laughed at your remark before both him and Steve trailed behind you. "This is about to be the start of something, kid." Bucky mused, slinging his arm around you and Steve.