bucky x reader: to build a home pt 2
PLOT: power outage at the tower, only you and bucky are there to see it
WARNINGS: this is just awful & filler & i gotta do it so that she moves in but rlly just garbage writing
It took Tony meeting you three times to ask you to move in. The second time you had hung out, you had gone to a dimly lit bar. As soon as your group walked in, you, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Tony and Wanda, the room grew quiet before the bar swelled with whispers. Your cheeks grew hot, not used to the stares and stolen glances in your direction. A corner booth was the seating arrangement of choice, and you were wedged tightly between a reluctant Bucky and an all too eager Tony. Sam was relaying stories of your pranks on eachother and you countered each with a silly rendition of all of the hilarious things that Sam kept hidden under his bed.
It was the third time for you to hang out with the team. You were at the tower with most of the gang, Tony had decided to show you all an “Authentic Italian Dinner”. Within minutes however, his pan of unevenly diced tomatoes was smoking and blistering on the stove. His face, usually calm and collected, broke out in sheer panic and he screamed.
You sprung into action, using a dish towel, you throw the burning pan into the sink and flicked on the water.
You reminded Tony that it was okay to mess up, especially if it was their first time making the particular dish. Wielding a massive knife, you quickly re-chopped the onions and set them to simmer lightly in a fresh pan as you showed Steve the truly proper technique for crushing garlic.
Within twenty minutes the warm scent of bubbling marinara sauce wafted throughout the tower, pulling the ever elusive Bucky from him room.
You set the table with the mostly unused table settings from the cabinet. Steve put on some low music from the forties, played from an obviously vintage record player in the corner. Wanda and Sam had a rather hilarious mock dance off, attempting to out-do each others ridiculous dance moves with every turn.
"Dinner's ready!" You called, beckoning the crew into the usually unused dining room.
"Smells amazing, (y/n)," Sam groaned, sitting down at the table, already reaching for the bowl of pasta.
"Sam, you heathen, get your grubby paws off of the pasta until everyone sits down," You chided, swatting his hand away.
"Everyone here?" Tony asked, sitting at the head of the table. You found yourself sitting between Steve and Wanda, a still quiet Bucky across from you.
"Bon appetite," Tony said sarcastically, snatching the pasta towards him. Wanda snickered and magicked the bowl out of his grip and to her own plate, scooping a generous helping before floating it down to you.
"(y/n), this is amazing!" She gushed, practically shovelling the pasta into her mouth. Within minutes a lively debate had broken out between Steve and Sam about whether or not dinosaurs really existed. Tony interrupted before they could finish, shocking everyone in the room with his statement.
"(y/n), you should move in with us."
You choked on your food so hard that Wanda had to pat you hard on the back to make sure you were okay.
"Are you serious?" You gasped, taking a quick sip of water.
"Yes," Tony said, face stoic. "I think you would make a good addition to the tower." You stared at him in shock.
"You're a good cook, for one. You're nice and I like you," He finished, sipping his water as if he had just announced that he liked cake.
"You must be joking," You laughed, swilling the remaining water in your glass.
"Why?" Tony asked, staring you down. "You've already proven that you're a good person, and even the hundred year old with a metal arm seems to like you," He nodded to Bucky.
"Can anyone even think of one reason not to have (y/n) live with us?" Tony asked, practically rolling his eyes.
"I'm down," Sam announced, slapping his dirty napkin onto the table.
"Me too," The rest of the table, save Bucky, included.
"What would I even do here??" You questioned, still processing the seriousness of his query.
"I don't really know," Tony mused, "You cook nicely," He said prodding his remaining noodles with a fork.
"You could hire a chef," You countered.
"But I don't want a chef," He complained.
"You took care of all of us when we were all drunk," Wanda reminded you, elbowing you in the ribs. "Don't think that I forgot about the water and advil you put out for us..."
"So I'd be what, a glorified babysitter?" You clarified.
"Yeah, pretty much," Steve laughed into his glass.
"As much as I love the offer, I'm going to have to refuse on the grounds that I can't, besides, my lease isn't up for a year.." You explained, preparing to collect the plates.
"Well, that seems unlikely seeing that I bought the building you live in and the rent is going to be raised by a thousand the longer you ignore my offer," Tony said, matter of factly.
"Try me," He stared you dead in the eyes.
"Fine," You grumbled, sliding out your chair and collecting the plates from around the table.
"Fantastic!" Tony cheered, "The moving company will be by in the next three days!"
"You're a terrible person, you know that right, Tony?" You shook your head, heading into the kitchen.
You began to methodically wash the dishes, emptying the remnants of dinner into the garbage and rinsing them under hot soapy water.
"I'm glad you decided to say yes," A deep voice muttered from behind you. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you recognized Bucky's voice.
"Me too," You stammered, your grip tightening on the soapy plate in your hand.
When the dishes had been dried and put away, courtesy of Sam and Steve, you thought to ask about where your room would be.
"Since you so kindly forced me to move in with you, I want a room with a bathtub!!" You laughed, leaning against the countertop.
"Don't even lie, Sam, we all know that you love some good old fashion bath time just as much as the rest of us do!" You teased.
"The room next to the mechanical hermit has a bathtub," Tony mused, nodding towards Bucky.
"I'll take it!" You exclaimed, somehow just then realizing that you had just moved into the Avengers tower.
“Perfect!” Tony shouted, suddenly becoming very interested in the messages on his phone and wandering out. Steve suddenly claimed to need a shower and hugged you goodbye, loafing out of the room.
“So excited to have another gal in the house!” Wanda chided, giving you a squeeze before heading back to her room.
“Bucky, why don’t you go show (y/n) where her room is? I’m going to go and use the john,” Sam laughed as he practically sprinted to the nearest restroom.
“It’s this way,” He lead the way down the corridor lined with doors.
“I’m here,” He reached a door with a dented handle and stuff marks at the bottom.
“Right here is Steve,” His arm reached across and pointed to a pristine door with a miniature Cap’ flag on the center.
“You’re right here,” He stated, opening the door one down from his own.
The room was far larger than you had expected, with two doors on the far end. He flicked on the light and you could see that there were huge, floor to ceiling windows on one side.
“Don’t worry, no one can see in,” He smiled at you, long strands of hair falling in his face.
“But that’s half the fun,” You grinned mischievously, sauntering into the room and opening up the left door. You were greeted with a huge walk in closet, rows and rows of empty shelves and hanging space, even a generous shoe storage space.
“Holy shit,” You breathed, knowing full well that you didn’t own enough clothing to even fill one side.
“Tony seems to think that everyone owns as much clothing as he does,” Bucky laughed from behind you. It was a beautiful sound, fully round and clear, like a deep bell ringing from a clock tower. It felt like a hot drop of gold flowing through your veins, warming you from the inside.
When you had asked for a bath, you had not expected a small swimming pool.
It was massive with beautiful silver fixtures and ornate steps leading up to it.
“Okay, whoa, I didn’t expect that,” You charged up the steps and sat down on the side. Your feet barely brush the bottom of the tub and you envision the baths you could take there.
A gruff cough came from the doorway behind you. Bucky stood beneath the frame, his tall build making him nearly reach the top of the door frame.
“I’m gonna head to my room, now that you know where you are and all,” He rambled, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay!” You respond cheerily, hopping up and walking over to him.
“I’ve gotta head home anyway,” You explain as you walk back through your room and into the hallway.
“Glad you decided to join us,” Bucky muttered, waving goodbye and heading into his room.
You smiled as you said farewell to the rest of the team and walked to the elevator, already thinking of how many boxes it would take to move you in.
A/N: Y’ALL I AM SO SORRY, THIS IS SO RUSHED AND AWFUL! IT’S A FILLER CHAPTER AND IM RLLY SORRY, I JUST HAD TO GET IT DONE
