Avengers Imagines pt.1

Can't talk *️⃣ Bucky.

Song: Chase Atlantic - right here.

Imagine; you're Steve's sister, you can't talk, your vocal cords don't work properly so you use sign language. When you're out in a bar some guys start to hit on you and Bucky fights them getting hurt in the process, so you patch him up.

A/n : everything in bold is sign language.
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It's been one hell of a ride for you, first you lost Steve and Bucky, then Hydra came to get you.

Shield managed to rescue you and they put you in a pod, they forgot you and rediscovered you at the same time they discovered your brother Steve.

Now, a couple years later you're living with your brother and Bucky and the other avengers in the facility upstate New York. Just to keep you safe.

It's a quiet night, you're watching TV and you're sipping your wine.

You hear the door open and two pairs of boots shuffle in the room.

You smile as you slowly turn your head, but your smile falters as you see the state they're in.

Steve is holding Bucky up, who is holding his side.

'What happened to you?'

'Rough night...' Steve pants.

'Okay, you need rest and Bucky needs medial attention, set him down on the counter and you sit down on the couch..'

'Yes ma'am...' Steve replies as he sets Bucky down on the counter.

'Now you sit on the couch...I'll take care of this fool...'

You take out the emergency kit and you set it down next to Bucky. Who gives you a sheepish grin.

You flash him a smile as you put a rag drenched in alcohol on the cut on his thigh, making him wince.

'Take the top off...I can't reach your other wounds...'

'I'm not that kind of chick, you'd have to buy me dinner first...' he jokes and you tilt your ear giving him the "really asshole?" Look.

'You're no fun...' he groans as he pulls his top off.

'You'd think you'd know that by now...'

He grins at you and you clean his wounds.
It's silent in the room, the only sound that can be heard is Steve softly snoring.

'Incredible that you can do this while you have been drinking...'

'You know I don't drink more than one glass...'

'Still Afraid because of what happened last time?'

'No. I just don't want to get drunk because you assholes can't even keep yourselves from getting beat up...I have to clean you guys up every time...'

'Do you regret what happened the last time you got drunk?'

You look up to him as he puts on a clean shirt.

'No.'

You move to clean everything up when Bucky takes your arm in his hand, making you stop moving around.

'I meant what I said...that evening...'

'I know...'

He hops off the counter and moves around, pushing you against the counter.

'Just tell me to stop and I will...' he whispers and you roll your eyes.

'I mean, just motion me to stop and I will..' He rephrases himself.

'I'm not telling you to stop..'

He nods and looks at your lips before pressing his lips against yours.

He instinctively pushes you on the counter. And you wrap your arms around his neck.

When you break the kiss you put your forehead against his, your eyes closed.

Steve clears his throat as he looks at you two and you let go of each other like nothing happened.

'I'm gonna go to bed...' he states and you both nod.

When he's out of the room you put your hand up to your mouth and Bucky chuckles.

'Well at least now he knows..'