Bucky Barnes: Tony Starks daughter

05 - motorbike

[edited may 2020]

After a couple of minutes, I released from the hug, resulting in a confused expression on Y/n's face, it made her look so fucking adorable.

"Sorry," I held her hand again, trying not to smile at her face. "I just wanted to ask if you want to talk about what happened"

She didn't say anything.

"You don't have to if you don't want to... I'm just worried about you."

"No it's fine," she smiled. "It was just really weird, I was walking through a hospital ward, but nothing like this more like one from the 50s, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

I nodded.

"I saw my grandpa and grandma, you know? Howard and marina? She told me that I could have saved her, I could have saved them all. And next to them was all of you," she barely got out, her voice cracking and tears welling in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I wrapped my arms around her again.

**Y/n's POV

"No Buck, you don't understand, it seemed so fucking real, I just don't know what I'm looking at any more." I whipped the tears from under my eyes. He didn't reply with anything but it seemed as though like he was bursting to confess. Something was wrong.

To try break the tension, I thought it would be funny to make a joke, "maybe we should cut your hair," I chuckled.

"And this what's wrong with my hair?" he asked pretending to be offended. "It took me nearly 60 years to grow this."

We both laughed.

**Two days later, 8am

I had arrived back home after been in the hospital for two nights. But people had started to avoided eye contact and stared at me when they thought I wasn't looking. I hadn't done anything irregular, I didn't understand.

"Dad?" I said, poking my head around the door to see with Bruce working on something.

"Yes hun?" He replied, not looking up from his work, pointing to something on the hologram, then looking at Banner, resulting in an eyebrow raise at Tony.

"Sorry, Y/n, what's up?" he looked at me now.

"I was gonna say I'm going to school, but you look a little busy so I'll leave you," I smiled.

"Okay," he mumbled back to me and looking back down at the work.

"Tony?" Bruce nudged my dad with his elbow.

"What?" He questioned.

"God sake." Bruce rolled his eyes "I'm really sorry about this Y/n. Are you sure you wanna go to school today? What about another day off?"

"Honestly, I think I'm a lot better," I smiled.

"Okay then, if you're sure. What about a lift?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah I'll call Happy— actually no, I think I'll take a bike."

"Absolutely not," my dad commanded.

"I wasn't asking," I replied.

"I can't get you to do anything, can you not take someone with you?" He complained.

"Who? I can't exactly take happy can I?"

He thought for a second "Bucky".

"Okay, that's fine. I'll see you at 4:00 ish."

"Bye," my dad and Bruce said in unison.

I left the room and went to the elevator to Bucky's room. The doors opened to him sleeping in a light room, the covers messed up over his body. I slumped on the side of his bed and felt his cold metal arm slowly pull me into the bed, sending a euphoric shiver down my spine

"Bucky," I giggled. He held me tight with his arm so I couldn't get out. "I need to go to school!"

"Why are you in here then?" He asked in a croaky morning voice.

"My dad wants you to help me with the motorbike, you know, ride with me. I can ride it by my self though, I swear—"

"Oh no, I'm not having you fall off any damage your beautiful face."

I awed at his comment."Okay smooth man, lets go then," I said, getting up off his bed.

I turned around and I looked towards him and I realised he'd only had underwear on the whole time, my eyebrows raised and unconsciously gulped.

He just laughed.

"You're so cute," he admired, putting some trousers on and a jumper.

I looked up at him, astonished.

"What?" He asked.

"You cut your hair!" I exclaimed, "I fucking love it!"

"Language" Steve poked his head through the door. "Wow Buck, you cut your hair. I agree with Y/n I love it too. What made you do that?"

"I was persuaded by this lovely girl," Bucky pointed to me and smiled childishly.

"Well good idea, Y/n," Steve exited.

"You ready?" I asked, he nodded. We both headed down stairs to the facilities vehicle garage. "I'm off everyone!" I shouted.

"Bye hun!" My dad shouted back with a few of the other avengers in accompaniment.

"Right, which one?" I asked. He walked up the aisle of different motorbikes thinking through the many choices there were.

"This one?" He said, I turned to see what he has chosen. It was a beautiful old fashioned one with a red colour.

"Sure," I gave him a large smile and he returned.
I went to go get a helmet while Bucky got on to the bike, admiring it. I handed him the helmet.

"Why thank you dear."

I giggled at his gentlemanly comment. "I bet I'm gonna make all of your friends jealous," he laughed.

"All my friends are guys."

"Exactly," he gushed, we both laughed.