Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Oneshots

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This is a modern AU. Steve, Bucky, and the reader are regular people with regular lives.

I really like the idea of having a platonic relationship with Steve and a romantic relationship with Bucky... I don't know. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

Summary: Steve is your big brother, Bucky is your best friend, but is there anything else to it?

"C'mon Stevie, please?" Placing your hands together and lacing your fingers in front of your significantly smaller form, you puckered your bottom lip, softened your eyes, and bent your knees; blinking animatedly, endeavoring to convince your older brother of two years. Hope flickered in your lower abdomen when his gaze softened, and his shoulders slumped. It was the faintest of movement, but he was your brother. You could see almost every little thing he did.

In all honesty, you wished Steve wasn’t so protective over you. He found out about your little crush on your best friend, Bucky Barnes, and he scolded you nonstop about it.

“But Steve!” You would say with a whining tone when he told you that it was a bad idea. That you should stay away from love – romantic love. “He’s your best friend. He would never hurt me.”

“Buck’s thought of as an enemy, (Y/N/N). He might not hurt you, but others will if they find out about you. He likes you and you like him, but you’ll get hurt one way or another.”

Yes, Steve told you that Bucky felt the same way about you, but he wouldn’t let you act upon your feelings. Somedays you felt like strangling him because you wanted nothing else but to be with Bucky, and other days you felt like you should try to take it a different direction – a softer direction. Buttering him up until he agreed to it. But then, there was the rare occasion where you thought of just going for it and ignoring his protests.

Bucky lived in the apartment across the hallway from yours and Steve’s. You and Steve shared an apartment because you shared currency and it only made sense to take the cheapest route. You and Steve had talked about opening your apartment to Bucky who could share currency with you both and after thorough examination he finally agreed. Today you were planning on visiting Bucky to tell him, in hopes of him saying yes. You were trying everything to get closer to him; physically and mentally.

With hopes and wishes in tow, you trudged across your significantly large apartment, directly past Steve, and was about to pull the door open when Steve’s voice broke through the silence.

“Where are you going?” He had turned around halfway and was donning a puzzled expression as he waited for a response. His eyebrows were burrowed together, and his torso was twisted in a way to facilitate partly facing you.

You slumped you shoulders and lowered your head exasperatedly. Sighing in defeat, you whirled around and grumbled an incoherent word. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You spoke quietly with a whine in your tone – obviously joking but wanting partially for him to leave the matter be.

Steve chuckled mellifluously and it was in that moment where you wished your soft spot for him didn’t exist. Lo, he was your big brother, and, well, you loved him. “I mean it, (Y/N). Where’re you off to?”

“I was gonna hang out with Buck,” You spoke with a partially closed mouth and your words mumbled beyond compare, which only brought more laughter to bubble up from Steve. His deep, guttural snickers caused a smile to tug at the corner of your mouth, but you knew better than to give him the satisfaction of your own joy.

“You were gonna tell him about the plan, weren’t you?” Steve’s relentless teasing pulled and ripped at your nerves and you wanted so badly to be mad at him, but you just couldn’t.