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5. His Favorite Little Person

Summary: mission goes wrong, Clint gets hurt and Tony gets angry with you. But only person who makes it his mission to comfort you.
Warnings: angst, fluff, kiss kiss, Tony being a jerk, kinda. :)
Word Count: 1.9k, it's a longy...sorry!!
A/N: Bucky's beard is everything in life!

"It's all your fault y/n!" The words kept repeating themselves in your mind as you arrived back at the tower after a failed mission. Clint was hit bad by your minor distraction or as Tony accused - negligence. You tried your best to explain the situation to Tony on the quinjet, but he just shushed you the whole time, earning glares and disappointed looks from your other teammates. Nobody spoke a word to you on your way back to the compound, frustration filling in your chest, blaming yourself for how stupid you are.

Your mission was to keep a look out for any hidden snipers or traps. And since Tony was the one who called your name to discuss something with you, it was at that moment Clint was hit in his side by a stray bullet. So technically, it wasn't your fault, right? Tony disagreed however.

Back at the compound, everyone made their way to the commons room, you followed shortly behind to get some water from the refrigerator and some snacks to take to your room just so you could give the team some space.

You sat alone on the barstool for a couple of minutes, taking the lid off your water and taking a huge mouthful. The icy cold water felt good trickling down your throat.

A fist banging down on the kitchen island startled you, almost causing you to choke to death. Tony's eyes piercing through your own, and for once you were actually scared of the playboy. "Alright y/n, I'm going to ask you this one time - what the hell happened back there?" He said in a lowered voice, obviously not wanting to cause a major scene in front of the team. You swallowed hard before answering, "I dont know Tony. I just didn't see the guy because you were talki-"
"BULLSHIT Y/N!" Tony roared, his voice booming through your ears and throughout the tower. A thick lump formed in the back of your throat, you swallowed it down harshly. Your breath obviously shaken with nerves, you couldn't believe he wasn't taking any responsibility for this, what was so urgent he needed to discuss with you on the field that couldn't wait until you were back at the tower?

"its bullshit!" Tony repeated in a normal voice, "you're just so goddamn distracted on the field! If Clint died, it would have been on YOUR CONSCIENCE!" Tony started yelling in your face, his breath fanning your skin, you just sat there and took it hoping it would make him feel better. "I'm so disappointed in you, you could have killed him. I hope you're proud with your actions today. For the time being until your training improves, you're staying behind at the tower. No more missions for a minimum - A MINIMUM of six months!" He boomed, before you could ask any questions, he strode out the door and joined the teammates on the couch with a six pack of beer. You just sat on the stool quietly with your thoughts, thinking about every word Tony just said to you. You fiddled with the bottle cap in your fingers, an uneasiness feeling in your chest. You never saw Tony so angry. But you did accept the consequences, it just pissed you off he wouldn't let you speak.

Now you were thinking of how you could escape from the kitchen area to your room without them seeing you, right now you just wanted to be alone and you were sure everyone else had heard Tony yelling in your face.

You heard everyone's voices in the room next to the kitchen, laughing and joking, it seemed. You grabbed a couple bottles of water, and quietly you paced from the kitchen heading straight to the door on the other side of the commons room. As soon as you stepped out from the kitchen you noticed everyone had stopped their conversations, you didn't dare look in their direction. You just sped to the door that was now in front of you, opening and closing it quickly behind you. Sighing in relief, you decide to just take the stairs to your floor. At least there was no risk of bumping into anyone.

Three floors later, and you were finally on your floor. You were still feeling apprehensive, and it worsened when you heard the elevator doors slide open and close behind you, followed closely by big heavy booted footsteps. "Doll?" You heard his voice, and without turning around you knew it was Bucky Barnes, he was the only person in the tower to use such pet names with the ladies. Sometimes it bothered you, other times it made you blush. You were not in the mood right now for such names.
"Are you going to yell at me too?" You asked turning your head slightly, keeping your gaze to the floor.
"Go ahead, I deserve it" you finished saying, turning your head back in front of you, taking in a deep breath. Bucky wasn't afraid to speak his mind, you had a feeling he would want to say something to you, about your stupidity.
But the yelling never came, instead he stepped closer to you and pressed his bionic arm on your shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.
"I'm not going to yell at you, doll" he said quietly, as if he knew the distress you were in.
"But it's my fault" you replied coldly, a tear finally rolling down your cheek. The sound of your voice breaking broke Bucky's heart, if anyone understood what it meant to keep making mistakes it was him. Without another word, you pressed on into your room. Hearing Bucky's footsteps right behind you.
"Sweetheart, every single person in the world makes mistakes. It is not your fault, Tony just needed someone to blame. Clint is going to be fine" he said gently, stepping further into the room. The only sounds that filled the air was his bionic arm whirring, his deep heavy breaths and your shaky ones.

"But Tony hates me, everyone hates me. You hate me" you turned away from the super soldier. His gaze burning into the back of your head.

"No doll, I could never hate you. I'll always be here for you. I'll always be here to protect you. You're my favorite little person, y'know? Doll, please look at me" Bucky pleaded.

You slowly turned around, his eyes were soft and his lips tugged up into a lopsided smile.

"Did you just... did you just call me little?" You asked, dramatically gasping playfully. A chuckle rumbled from Bucky's chest, echoing off the four walls. Bucky stepped closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies.

It was hard to deny your feelings for the soft soldier, you noticed how he seemed to favorite you. Always defending you, and picking your side whenever you and Nat would have a disagreement about something. It was hard for you to admit he was also your favorite person in the tower, Bucky was supposed to be this mean, closed off man. And he is with other people, but when he's around you, he laughs, jokes and is a completely different Bucky to what you will see on a mission. You trust him with your life, and you knew if he said he would always be here for you and protect you, he meant it.

Even if it meant keeping you safe from yourself, he didn't tell you yet but he would stay behind with you when everyone goes on a mission. Leaving you is not an option, you are an amazing avenger, and believed it was over the top Tony dropping you from further missions temporarily over a simple mistake that shouldn't have been your responsibility anyway, it was for the whole group to keep an eye out for snipers, and since Tony was the one who distracted you in the first place, well that just pissed him off. He made a mental note to tell Tony his thoughts, he was sick of his arrogance. The team needed you, even Tony knew it. But his stubbornness got in the way, always treating you like a child, now allowing you to grow and be your own person.

"Bucky..." you say, wrapping your arms around his midsection, Bucky wrapping his arms around your back, bringing you in closer and just holding you. This is what you needed, a hug from a certain person.
"I love your hugs" you mumble against his chest, not sure if he heard you. But with his enhanced hearing, he heard you perfectly well.
He strokes your hair with his flesh hand, and rubbing circles on your back with his metal one. You lifted your head and rested your chin on his chest, looking up to his cerulean blue eyes, noticing the beard he was growing and smiling because you realized he was growing it because you once said you would love to see him with a beard like Steve's. And you would shamefully admit you've never kissed a man with a beard.
"What are you thinking about, doll?" He questions you, noticing your smile. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
"You. " You simply answer, moving your hands from his midsection to the back of his neck, bringing him down to meet your lips.

Bucky is surprised by your sudden move. But quickly accepts the invitation. His flesh hand moving to the back of your head, to angle it differently to deepen the kiss.

His lips are soft, and the beard tickles your chin, making you giggle slightly. Bucky pulls away slightly surprised by your giggle.
"What?" He asks you with a smile.
You shrug a little, "your beard tickles" you chuckle shyly.
"Its the first time I've kissed a man with a beard" you admit shamefully, tucking his brown locks behind his ear.
Bucky joins you in a chuckle.
"Are you going to keep it?" You ask after a moment of silence, your hands still wrapped around his neck.
"Hmmm" he pretends to think, "only on the condition you'll be my girl" he grins, darting his eyes from your eyes to your lips and back again.
You playfully consider his options, tapping your finger on the back of his neck and you feel him shudder.
"Deal." You say, bringing his soft plump pink lips back down to yours again.
"I love you doll" he whispers against your lips, pulling away slightly to read your face.
"I love you too Bucky" you say honestly. You might have secretly been in love with him for a long time.

Later that evening, Bucky kept his mental promise and had a stern word with Stark. Tony promised he would find you tomorrow and apologize. As Bucky also promised, Clint made a full recovery.

You had peeled back the duvet covers and climbed into bed with some chocolate. Bucky joined you shortly after, you both layed in your bed, cuddling, his metal hand on your hip, and his flesh hand resting on top of your head as your head is pressed against his broad chest. You both found a Netflix series that interested you, and this was the perfect excuse to be close to your new boyfriend every night.