Bucky Barnes X Reader One-shots

Vibranium claws

Scream

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You were completing your usual Thursday afternoon training session when it happened.

You had no idea how.

One minute you had T'Challa on the ropes.

The next his claws dug deep into your abdomen, dragging across until a steady stream of blood trickled out of four long cuts.

"OOOHHHH MY GOD!" you scream in pain as you collapse onto the mat below.

"(y/n)! I am truly sorry." T'Challa removed his mask and knelt by your side but you were too engrossed in trying to wrap your wounds with your shirt.

"Why the hell did you even wear your deadly killing claws?! Never mind, just help me up and take me to a doctor." you hissed as T'Challa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, helping you up as gently as he could. 

Every time you winced or groaned T'Challa uttered a soft 'sorry' which was sweet, even though he was the one to injure you.

"(y/n)?! OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OK?! WE NEED TO OPERATE NOW!" Bucky panicked when we saw your soaked bloody top tied tightly around your waist, even shaking Steve's shoulders to emphasize his point. 

"It was me. I did this. I am truly sorry." T'Challa passed you over to Bucky who instantly picked you up bridal style whilst looking at you with his big, concerned, puppy-eyes.

"You will be." Bucky glared at the panther for what felt like 5 years but in reality was more like a mere second.

You let out a small groan and that was Bucky's queue to get you medical attention.

As you disappeared deeper into the tower you heard Steve exclaim "Why the hell were you wearing your deadly claws of murder?!" as Bucky uttered soothing words into your hair.

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"And from now on the king of bling is prohibited from wearing his vibranium claws anywhere but the battle field." you finished telling the whole team of your ordeal, of course Bucky was standing obediently at your side, his metal arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

"Why were you wearing them anyway catwoman?" Sam smirked as he rocked back and forth on his chair.

"The King of Wakanda needs no reason." T'Challa dead-panned his remark, keeping his usual calm demeanor.

"These buffoons understand naught about how to treat royalty. I wouldn't waste your breath." Loki uttered as he kicked his leather-boot clad feet onto the table. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Silence." even T'Challa was done with Loki's attitude.

"Anyway we're all glad you're ok (y/n). Right guys?" Nat elbowed Loki in the stomach so everyone on the team was nodding, you smiled sweetly in response.

"If any of you harm me again I will kill you. That's a promise." you maintained your smile to raise the creepiometer up to 200 and it's needless to say it had your desired effect.

Most of the guys nervously looked at various points in the room (favourites being the potted plant in the corner and the floor) while Nat just gave you a thumbs-up and Loki also showed his approval by grinning manically. 

"Damn straight. Took the words right out of my mouth." Bucky lent down and whispered into your ear before kissing you on the cheek. You giggled, he was the perfect combination of deadly and cute.

"So...Uh. Anyone for shawarma?" Tony piped up and the whole team groaned.

Choruses of "For God's sake Tony!" and "We can't just eat shawarma!" filled the room so Tony put his hands up defensively. 

"FINE! Wanna get matching tattoos instead?" Tony wiggled his eyebrows as everyone began shouting and throwing various objects in his direction.