Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Piece of Nature- Bucky Barnes

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You were on the run for three years. Hydra wanted you. Not for the serum thing you had heard rumors about, but for your powers. You have agrokinesis. You can manipulate plants to do what you want, create plants, rearrange their DNA, really anything imaginable.

So when you ran into James Buchanan Barnes, you were terrified. He was the Winter Soldier you had heard so much about. But by then, Steve Rogers had gotten to him and they "fixed him." He took you back to the Avenger's Tower and introduced you to everyone.

Since then, you've joined the team. But not as an Avenger.

As their techie.

Funny, right? You have these amazing powers that could save lives and kick-ass, but you don't use them, because you're nonviolent.

Nature is sacred. Plants tend to be gentle, nurturing specimens, and your powers reflect that. You can't use your powers for harm and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. Even before you developed the powers, you were a nonviolent person.

You sigh as you type away on the computer, searching for more information on Hydra and their whereabouts. You feel a presence behind you and you smile slightly.

"Barnes," you greet. He looks over your shoulder at the computer.

"(Y/L/N)," he replies. You spin in your chair and smile at him.

"What can I do for you, sir?" you tease. He lifts up his shirt and you look down at a cut on his abdomen. You sigh, reaching forward and examining it as gently as possible. He hisses and you immediately retract your hands. "Sorry. You don't need stitches, but you'll need gauze."

"I assume you have first aid lying around?" he grunts, taking his shirt off. You try not to stare as you reach into the drawer closest to you and pull out the first aid.

"Only for you." He chuckles as you snap on some gloves. You open up the kit and apply antibiotics on his cut, making sure to cover all of it. "So, how did this happen?" you ask as you start to wrap gauze around his midsection.

"We went to check out the lead you sent us in Santorini. A good lead, by the way. They were there. We managed to wipe them out, but not before they got a couple of hits in on us as well." You close your eyes, berating myself for not doing more of a thorough search. "Don't do that." You open your eyes, finishing the wrapping.

"Do what," you mumble, cleaning up. He stops me, turning you to look at him. He lifts your chin gently with his flesh hand, his metal arm around your waist.

"Blame yourself. It's what you do and you can't possibly believe it's your fault. Nothing bad happened. No broken bones, no terrible wounds. You gave us a good lead. There's only so much you can do, (Y/N)," he assures me. You shake your head but he stops you by pressing his lips to yours. You melt, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you closer by your waist, kissing you softly. We pull away as someone clears their throat. He glares over your shoulder and you already know it's Tony.