Bucky Barnes X Reader One-shots

Big Brother Bucky **Requested**

^^This. Art. Is. Amazing. Whoever did this needs a medal.

This is a Bucky x teenreader that was suggested by anonymous (sorry it has taken so long to write and publish).

Also you might have noticed I've reordered the one-shots into alphabetical order; if you guys want me to change them back that's fine, I just think it looks neater this way.

It's set between TWS and CW, it's totally platonic (naturally) and in it you are 16 years old.

Enjoy and stay fabulous xXx

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Bucky's POV:

My name is Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. 

I don't like my name.

It sounds old.

Busy people bustled past me, not giving a second glance to the disheveled man sitting on the street. Mothers pulled their children away from me; snooty workers turned their noses up at me.

This wasn't freedom.

I look down at my grubby hands and try to rub off the red and black but I can't make it go away.

"Hey there, are you alright?" a young voice addresses me.

"Your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I growl like a stray dog, which is essentially what I am. 

The girl looks taken-aback so I soften my tone.

"No kid I'm not really, I've had a rough past few years that I'd like to forget but they're all that I can think about." deep down it felt good to talk about my feelings but deeper down I knew it was wrong to burden her like this.

"That's ok, we all have rough patches in our life." her dainty smooth hands squeeze mine and we spend a few minutes in silence, both in deep concentration.

"Look, I know I don't know you but I trust you so do you wanna have dinner at mine?" I'm left breathless, why was she doing this?

"I couldn't possibly-"

"-No, I insist. I cook a mean pot noodle." I chuckle, although I was unsure what a pot noodle was.

"Thank you."

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"So uh- How do I look?" I spin around, wearing (y/n)'s dad's clothes. She puts her hand to her mouth to try and stop herself from laughing, but fails miserably.

"Oh-Oh my-God." she wheezed, clutching her sides as I sat down at the dinner table.

"Ha. Ha. This was your idea, remember? And I thought you were the caring charitable type." I pick up a bread roll and take a huge bite out of it, not remembering the last time I'd eaten.

"And I thought you were the moody, brooding type but it's clear you're not." she giggled and I looked at her quizzically until I realise a noodle was hanging out of my mouth, I quickly slurp it up and stuff another mouthful in. 

"So-uh-whar ar yurr porents?" I say in between chews.

"They're away for a few weeks, they did leave me and Finn here with a babysitter but uh yeah, long story short she's gone... Speaking of Finn I need to pick him up from a birthday party, will you be alright here?" I swallow and nod slowly as (y/n) pulls on a jumper and grabs her keys. 

"Ok, ok. I'll be back in 10. Don't steal anything while I'm gone. I don't want my trust to be misplaced and then I'm scarred for life." I let out a throaty chuckle.