Multi-Fandom Imagines

The Avengers [b. barnes]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Imagine: Surprising Bucky by being bilingual
Warnings: None

Bucky knew a multitude of languages. When he was the Winter Solider he needed to be able to communicate with a lot of different people.

He thought it was hilarious to speak in different languages so you wouldn't be able to tell what he was saying. But two could play at that game, because you knew something he didn't; Spanish.

When Bucky first told you he didn't know Spanish you were shocked. Apparently Hydra did not find Spanish a valuable language, which you found a bit discriminating.

You almost told Bucky right then and there that you could speak Spanish, but you decided to wait and use this information to your advantage.

You were cooking dinner one night when Bucky got back from a run with Steve.

"Hey babe," he greeted you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your cheek.

"¿Como estuvo tu carrera?"

He did a double take, spinning you around in his arms.

"What?"

"Oh, ¿no sabías que hablaba español?"

"Are you speaking Spanish right now?" He was stunned.

"Sí, pololo." You were enjoying this way too much, a large smirk on your face.

"What does that mean?"

You shrugged and finished cooking dinner, dodging his questions.

Nearly every day after that, he'd ask you to repeat what you said. You'd refuse, knowing he just wanted to go look it up. Then one day you came home to find him trying to learn Spanish.

"¿Qué estás haciendo?"

He spun around, frowning at the words he didn't understand.

You laughed. "Now you know how I feel when you speak Russian, or French, or literally any other language."

"Will you tell me what your saying now?"

You opened your mouth and he leaned forward eagerly.

"No," you snickered as he glared at you. You tried to kiss him but he dodged, claiming no kissing until you told him.

"Veremos cuánto dura eso."

It didn't last long, he was begging you to kiss him later that night.

Days past, and he tried to speak Spanish to you on multiple occasions. He failed every time, but it warmed your heart hearing him try so hard.

You were lounging on the couch one afternoon with Bucky, when he suddenly asked how you learned Spanish.

"My grandmother was from Mexico. She taught my mother, who taught me. I learned English and Spanish along each other, so I'm fluent in both. It's like a switch going back and forth."

He nodded, running his fingers through your hair.

"Will you speak some Spanish right now?" He asked.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he blushed.

"Your Spanish speaking voice is soothing!"

"El español no es tan difícil si te esfuerzas en aprenderlo." You said, patting his cheek.

"Teach me something, anything."

You thought for a moment.

"Pololo." You spoke.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sweetheart." You translated.

"That's what you called me the other day." He realized.

You nodded. "Pololo. But when you say it to me, it's polola. Feminine." You explained.

"Polola?" He tested.

It was clunky and the pronunciation was a bit off, but you nodded, your smile growing even more.

He kissed you sweetly. "Polola."