Friend Of A Friend, A Bucky Barnes X Reader Fic.
Bucky Barnes canât seem to stop running into a friend of a friend, he also canât seem to stop himself being infatuated with her infectious smile, quick wit and her ability to bring the walls he had spent so long building, crashing down.Â
Got loads of unfinished fics and exams so why not yeaaaa
It was hot. Mid July and in the middle of a particularly hot week in NYC, the papers were calling it the âworst heatwave in NYC since 1943.â It was the kind of sticky heat that made you sweat just from standing up and when you walked out of a building the heat hit you like a brick wall. The air smelt of salty sweat and sun damaged skin and everybody was in a particularly sluggish mood. It was 11:30am on a Thursday morning, the sun was almost at its highest point and you could tell. People milled in and out of the National Archives building, some came in just for the shade, but you had no energy to refuse them. There was a particularly aggravated lady occupying the desk, she was fanning her face with one hand, the other was clutching a stack of papers, she was trying to request a file on behalf of the company she worked for but didnât have ID. She seemed to be giving your colleague, Andrea a particularly hard time about it. Andrea was a middle aged, African American woman who you worked closely with, she was on the same shift pattern as you and you had become somewhat close friends because of that.
âI have told you maâam I cannot give you the file without any valid ID to prove that the person who is authorized on that form is actually youâ Andrea repeated, exasperated and with an edge to her voice, that usually meant âdonât push meâ she placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows at the blonde woman, who must have been about 35, she clicked her tongue at Andreas words and sighed heavily.
âBut it is me, thatâs my name right thereâ the woman almost whined and slammed a manicured finger down on the name highlighted on the form.
âHow do I know that?â Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows further and cocking her head at the difficult customer. The woman slammed her stiletto clad heels down on the marble flooring of the NA building.
âYouâre telling me, I have to walk back across the city in this heat, just to get my ID to collect a file that I can see from hereâ She pointed wildly behind Andreas head and into the filling room as she raised her voice a few octaves in pure frustration. Andrea remained unfazed by the womanâs outburst and kept a calm demeanour.
âUnless you can produce some identification from where the sun doesnât shine then yes, thatâs what youâre going to have to do, itâs company policyâ Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and gave the customer a testing look, the look that warned most people they were getting dangerously close to the edge. Despite the womanâs clear irritation, she didnât push further, just sighed dramatically and gathered her papers.
âThis is patheticâ she hissed at the two of you before striding across the marble flooring, her heels clicking violently as she left. Andrea turned to face you, a look of annoyance on her features.
âIt is too hot to be dealing with people like that todayâ She declared, taking a sip of her water bottle that she grabbed from under the counter and took a moment to lean back against the filing cabinets that you were currently riffling around in, you looked up at her and wiped your head with the back of your hand and nodded in agreement.
âYour patience is a virtueâ you praised jokingly and gave up on your task to join her in leaning against the black filling cabinet. You both surveyed the large building from your stance behind the counter.
âWell Iâm running low on itâ She grumbled as you snorted. You both enjoyed a few moments of peace, Andreaâs eyes surveying the floor as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes, thankful for the small break when you remembered something that made you grin with slight excitement. You opened your eyes and pulled your head forward to face your co-worker.
âAndrea, I think thereâs some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer in the break roomâ you told her eagerly, excited at the thought of something to cool you down, even if it was only slightly. She turned her head to face you and narrowed her eyes slightly.
âWell what are you waiting for child, go get themâ she faux scolded and shooed you into the back which made you chuckle but you did as you were told and hurried through the filling room and down the linoleum hall way that connected to the break room, a dingy room with a table and chairs, a small fridge and freezer and a microwave that was on the fritz. You pulled the door open to the freezer and sighed contently as the cold air rushed over your overheated body, you didnât waste another second before rummaging around in the old freezer, it was right at the back you saw the box and pulled it out in triumph, similar to a war torn hero retrieving an important artefact from the fiery depths of hell, or something like that. You clutched the two to your chest and shut the door with your foot, on the way back you decided you just could not wait for the whole 30 second walk and ripped yours open with your teeth, discarding the wrapping in the bin in the filling room, you emerged into the light, like a hero, tucking into your ice cream sandwich.
âWell, it was hard but I diâŚâ You started as you walked out but was interrupted by Andrea stood at the desk looking displeased with two large burly men in full combat gear who didnât look so happy themselves. One of the men you recognised as Sam Wilson aka The Falcon AKA your only friend in your politics and international relations night class and the other man as The Winter Solider. You had taken the class purely because you were interested in the subject and almost dropped out when you heard a bunch of girls gossiping at your induction sign up.
âDid you know thereâs supposed to be an Avenger in this class, itâs the only reason I took itâ
âOh my GOD, I hope itâs Captain America, he is hotâ
âNo, his friend is so much hotterâ
âJesus theyâre all snacksâ
You cringed at the memory. It wasnât that you disagreed with the girls at all, they were all hotter than this insufferable heatwave. But you didnât want to have to put up with fan girls and the fact there would be a hunky guy in your class, that would no doubt know he was hot and get good grades without even trying and all the pretty girls would be friends and it would be JUST LIKE HIGHSCHOOL GODDAMN IT. You were sure your sanity or anxiety couldnât take it. You decided to sign up anyway and you could always change to a different subject if it was too bad.
However you had unknowingly sat next to said Avenger on the first night of classes, you were running late because you had been doing VERY important things that had overrun slightly (you had fell asleep watching MasterChef and almost ran into the lecture hall looking incredibly dishevelled and sat down in the closest seat to you). Nobody sat next to him despite their intrigue and attraction because Sam could be a scary looking guy when he wanted to be. You had almost choked when you realised who you were sitting next to, you were sure that your eyes had bulged out of your head and you were certain your breathing was incredibly sporadic, you looked like a mad woman.
âIs everything okay?â He had whispered, his deep voice had sounded concerned as he looked down on you, you noted how the short sleeve T- shirt he was wearing displayed his array of muscles. Â
âYep, fell asleep watching MasterChef, very disoriented, pretty much ran here, other than that yep Iâm stellar. What about you, are you okay?â you had whispered back whilst nodding profusely, fuelling those mad woman traits. But he had just laughed down at you and you smiled back up at him and I guess the rest was history, you had somehow become good friends after that interaction. You realised pretty soon he wasnât scary or intimating, he was just a huge goof with a wicked sense of humour. Despite being single and flirty, he didnât really have much romantic interest in the girl in our class, but he did enjoy flirting.
They hadnât noticed your entrance, so you watched the exchange from afar and ate your ice-cream.
âDo you have ID?â Andrea deadpanned, her eyes scanning the two men, she didnât look impressed with their unpleasant demeanour. Sam whipped out his ID and handed it over without a word, he nudged his Avengers co-worker to do the same, The Winter Soldier, or Bucky Barnes as he goes by now, was devilishly handsome with long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, you were certain his mysteriousness and intrigue caused girls to literally loose their minds over him, but he stayed quiet and brooding as he always did as he just shoved Sam back in annoyance. Â Andrea examined the ID and handed it back, turning to look at the long-haired man expectantly.
âAnd yourself?â she tapped her red nails on the counter whilst she waited, he matched her deadpan expression and made no attempt to retrieve his ID.
âI donât have any identification, Iâm 100 years oldâ the man spoke in a deep, low voice, there was absolutely no trace of jest in his words and Andrea threw her hands in the air in exasperation. You snorted in amusement but decided to step in before she literally lunged at the two men.
âSam?â you called as you stepped into view and all three of them snapped their heads towards you. Andrea looked relieved, Sam looked slightly shocked and Bucky held his deadpan expression.
âY/Nâ he greeted with a grin. âGood, if you know these men you can deal with themâ Andrea interrupted quickly sauntering off into the filling room, grabbing her ice cream sandwich from your outstretched hand as she went, you had long finished yours. You walked up to the desk and leaned on your arms.
âWhatâs up?â you asked casually looking up at him, he seemed to relax a little since seeing you and didnât look as intimidating.
âHere on official Avengers business, on the hottest day of the damn yearâ he grumbled wiping his brow. âI forgot you worked hereâ he added, surveying the surroundings.
âNew Yorkâs finest National Archives administration assistant at your serviceâ you mock saluted as Sam snorted. âOne of us has to have a real jobâ you muttered, and Samâs eyes widened at your words as he placed his hands on his chest in mock hurt as you grinned.
âI save the worldâ he protested loudly crossing his arms, you waved him off, not wanting to get into this debate today.
âWhat do you need Sam?â you asked again, standing up straight. The large man dumped a pile of papers on the counter.
âI need these files.â He stated simply.
âBuuuut no ID?â you questioned gesturing to Bucky and Sam rolled his eyes
âYou heard the man heâs 100 years old, he fought in world war two, heâs an American hero Y/N!â he exclaimed dramatically, you looked to Bucky, deadpan expression still in place but he was nodding at Samâs words solemnly.
âIâll see what I can doâ you murmured, grabbing the papers from Samâs back and turning your back on them to riffle through some paperwork.
âYou look great for 100, whatâs your secret?â you called over your shoulder, keen on getting the infamous winter solider to converse with you.
âGet kidnapped, brain washed and frozen by a Nazi organisationâ He answered flatly, you snickered at his words, grabbed the file you needed and whipped back around to face them.
âI ought to give it a tryâ You joked, unfazed by his comment, Bucky raised his eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
âI wouldnât recommend it, maybe a just a facial?â he suggested in his usual flat tone. You laughed and you saw his mouth quirk for a small second, before settling into the signature horrific death glare.
âThank you so much for this, I am forever gratefulâ Sam went to grab the file out of your hands, but you raised it above your head quickly.
âI could lose my job over thisâ
âI know, and I am so thankfulâ
âI could lose my house, end up on the streets begging for scraps of fooââ
âAlright kid, what do you wantâ Sam interrupted with pursed lips, you smiled sweetly.
âNothing I just want to hold it over your head for years to comeâ you waved the form around above his head, Bucky eyed it and you realised he could very easily snatch it if he wanted.
âHow about lunch?â he offered, and you scrunched up your nose.
âHOMELESS Sam!â you reminded him with mock seriousness, he huffed and rolled his eyes.
âLunch AND Iâll snag you an invite to Starks next party⌠Free boozeâ He tempted, and you considered his offer but before you could reply he had snatched the form out of your hand.
âThatâs the best offer youâre ever going to getâ Sam teased with sass in his voice.
âMake it dinner, tonight because I have no food inâ you offered leaning over the counter to smile widely at Sam.
âDone!â He agreed with a triumphant smile.
âWould you like to come too, um MrâŚWinter Solider?â you questioned, unsure of how to address him, he looked surprised and them amused, Sam chortled in the background, you shot him a glare.
âItâs Bucky, and no thank youâ he gave you a polite smile, you were sure your grin faltered when he turned you down, but you quickly covered it up.
âOkayâŚIf you change your mind, donât hesitate to come cosâ Samâs payingâ you offered with a smile, Sam protested slightly but you waved him away. Bucky just gave you a small smirk and a nod.
âDuty calls, see you tonight, donât look too pretty it might prevent me from getting a dateâ Sam joked, giving you a mock salute.
âThank you very much for thisâ Bucky gave you a tight smile and you waved them off, watching them retreat into the sweltering New York sun.
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