Maybe I Don't Have a Reason to Smile

3

~~Bucky POV~~

"Why is she helping me?" I thought to myself.

I ate the food she brought me, but barely. I don't eat that much anymore. Not even Steve would do this. She even put plums on there too.

I glanced at the small digital clock on my nightstand and it read 7:32 P.M. I sighed and left my room, putting the dishes in the kitchen. Tony made a small party for (Y/N) in honor of her joining the Avengers. I walked into the living room to see what was going on. Tony was already drunk and bothering Steve, Nat was talking to Bruce, Clint was watching everything, and Pietro was laughing and talking with (Y/N).

I bit my lip and left the room. I don't know why, but seeing her so happy with Pietro seemed to annoy me. I went into my room and lied down. That bothered me for some reason. Why? I don't know.

There was a soft knock at the door and I groaned, putting a pillow over my face.

"Bucky?" (Y/N) said. I took the pillow off my face.

"Come in." I said. She opened the door.

"Hey. I saw you came out. Why'd you left? " She asked.

"I'm not a social person, and no one really would want me there," I said.

"But, I want you there." She looked down bashfully. I sat up, crossing my legs under me and looked at her.

"Why would you want me at a party? I'm not going to do anything but piss everybody off." I mumbled.

"Come on, Pietro would! And I'm sure Steve would. Maybe even Natasha. Just give it a try." She coaxed. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Fine. But if I get yelled at by one person, I'm leaving." I said.

"Deal. Now come on. Tony is drunk and Steve needs someone to talk to that's not Tony." She said.

"Yeah, whatever," I said and stood up. She left the room with me following.

Clint glared at (Y/N) and Nat smiled.

"Told you he would come, люблю. (love)" Pietro said and I huffed.

"You know, I don't speak Russian." She said. (Sorry if you do, just go with it)

"Прекратить флирт, пьетр! (Stop flirting, Pietro)" Natasha teased, causing Pietro to blush and anger me even more. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"Does someone mind telling me what you guys are saying?!" (Y/N) exclaimed, causing Natasha to burst out laughing. Nat told her and she blushed, slapping Pietro's arm.

"Ya, dude, just stop. No offense, you look great, but I'm not into you." She pushed Pietro away as she turned to me. She smiled lightly.

"(Y/N), you look as if you're in love with him." Clint stated with much distaste.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Clint?" Nat spoke up, irritated at her best friend.

"Well, it's my duty to protect her." Clint puffed out his chest.

"But you don't have to be controlling. She is fine! She was the top in her training alongside me. If it's anything, I think you're the one scared of Bucky." Nat placed her hands on her hip and Bruce looked at her in a loving and completely platonic way.

"I just want to keep her safe!" He screamed, staring intently at Nat.

"Would you like stop? OK, like I'm fine." (Y/N) stood up, flustered and annoyed.