#buckydad

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Bucky

Word Count: 2,116

Request by anon: hi could you maybe write something where the reader is bucky’s daughter + dating peter and peter says/does something really stupid that makes her cry and bucky’s ready to kick some ass?

A/N: Sorry it took so so so long. I haven’t been able to catch time to sit down and bang this out. Anyway, here’s something a little different than I’ve done before. I never thought of dad Bucky to reader tbh. Enjoy.

Also ignore the excessive spacing because I DO NOT KNOW WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THIS and I ain’t fixing it.

When you and Peter started dating, it was a dream come true. As the years progressed, things started getting exceedingly more difficult. You’d been together for 4 years (longer if you considered the snap). High school had passed now and you were two years into college.

Between classes, Peter being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to New York, and you dealing with top secret missions with the team, well, things weren’t exactly getting any easier.

Plus the fact that your dad, James Buchanan Barnes, did not like Peter did not help either.

But even with all the bad, the two of you still tried to have a date a week.

Except you were currently going on your fourth week in a row that Peter’s blown your date off. Normally, you’d understand but this time felt different. You’d waited an hour at the restaurant in the city you’d picked. Always giving leeway, you waited. When an hour hit you called him. It rang once before going to voicemail.

Which was strange to you. It meant he either had his phone in hand and rejected the call, or he was in his suit and he didn’t have his a.i. tell you he was unavailable. Either way, it meant that he rejected your call.

You wouldn’t have minded so much if he’d just let you know somehow what was happening. But as you called again and again, the same thing happened. The phone would ring and you’d be sent to voicemail. Sometimes it rang longer or shorter, but the end result was voicemail. You even texted him, but still nothing came back.

It hurt, and you tried to understand something was going on but something in the back of your mind was causing you doubt.

You ordered dinner for yourself and went back to the tower. You checked to see if Peter was there, but you didn’t find him. So, you went and changed before going to bed. Hoping your boyfriend was alright.

The next morning you were eating breakfast alone, when a fairly happy Peter walked in. His face fell upon seeing you.

You looked away from him, deciding to give him the cold shoulder ass he did you the night before.

“H-Hey Y/N,” he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck.

You continued ignoring him, you didn’t want to start yelling and lose your cool so quickly.

“Come on, don’t give me the cold shoulder, I can explain…” he went over and sat across from you.

You looked at him again, letting the hurt show. “No answers, no calls, no texts… nothing Peter. So, please tell me what I did to deserve to be stood up for a fourth week in a row and without even receiving an excuse this time!” So much for not flipping your lid, you thought to yourself.

He looked like a kicked puppy but you felt like he was stomping on your heart.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer… or get back to you… something came up and I forgot and I didn’t answer because I didn’t have time to talk… if I remembered it was supposed to be date night I wouldn’t have ignored you.”

“Only if you remembered it was date night?” You countered. “So it’s alright to ignore me any other time is it?!”

He winced. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“But that’s what you just said. So please, tell me what was so important that you couldn’t even just send me a quick text, hm?”

As he sat there, your lashing out made him realize that no, he didn’t have a good excuse.

You rolled your eyes at his silence. Shaking your head you stood. “What the fuck are we even doing if you can’t even tell me we have to change a date again? If you didn’t want to be with me I'd rather you have said it than stand me up and let me sit in a place for over an hour alone.” The tears slid down your cheeks before you could stop them.

He called after you as you rushed off. When he didn’t follow after you, you just assumed that what you said was true. That he didn’t want to be dating you anymore. It hurt terribly so and had you sobbing on your way back to your room.

Peter’s eyes and chest were filled with panic, his spider sense was raging in the back of his skull. He’d gotten up to go after you, but was stopped short as Bucky round the corner from the hall you hadn’t just gone down.

His glare was hard. Peter had been on the end of his glare plenty, your father hated him, but this glare was murderous. And Peter knew, if Bucky wanted to end his life he would without a care in the world. He’d hide his body and no one would ever find him. Super villains be damned, none of his foes were as killer as your dad was.

Bucky waited until he heard your door shut. The sounds of your sobs as you ran down the hall broke his heart and urged his rage on.

“M-Mr. Barnes…,” Peter started, backing up slowly, ready to run if he needed to.

“Parker,” Bucky ground out, taking a step towards your boyfriend.

“P-please just… let me explain before you attack…”

“Seems to me like you didn’t want to explain to Y/N, so why should I give you a chance to make up some lie that you’ll beg me to believe? Why shouldn’t I strangle the life out of you this very second for making my little girl cry and feel like she’s worth nothing to you, hm?” He stalked closer. “Because I am this close,” he pinched his fingers of his non-flesh arm together in front of Peter’s face. “To knocking your jaw off your face.”

“I-I know I don’t deserve it b-but I lied to her… b-because if-if I told her the truth I’d really ruin everything…”

“Do you think that matters to me? You made Y/N cry. Truth or lies… Ha, like I care. Seems your truth would have screwed everything up either way, so why should I even give you a chance?”

Peter’s panic rose to it’s breaking point as Bucky had gotten even closer to him and in his face. He looked away from the man, wincing. “I-I was gonna propose.” His words came out quickly.

Bucky was almost sure he didn’t hear him correctly, “What?”

Seeing a chance with the surprise he laid on your father he continued. “I was gonna ask Y/N to marry me but I was panicking, which made me late, but then Rhino was causing trouble not far from the restaurant and so I went and well while I was dealing with him I lost the ring and kept sending Y/N to voicemail because I knew if I answered she’d know something was majorly wrong and-and I just couldn’t deal with having to handle her being super disappointed with me for missing another date when I was literally scouring 3 blocks of the city to find the ring. And I couldn’t tell her all that because I didn’t want to ruin something that was supposed to be more than just a date I-I couldn’t, but I-I didn’t think she’d think it was because I don’t want to be with her, so please, let me go talk to her at the least before you strangle me to death or whatever torture you want to put me through because I need her to know how sorry I am.”

Bucky barely caught more than 10 words of what Peter said. He was going to propose to you. He wanted to marry his little girl and he hadn’t even asked him. Of course, Bucky knew why, he’d just say no because of how much he hated Peter. But he could at least have the decency to have tried before doing it.

The moment was tense and quiet. Neither man wanting to break the silence.

But Bucky finally did. He grabbed the front of Peter’s shirt. “As much as I hate you… Go fix this, because I won’t be responsible for taking her happiness away if you’re what makes her happy.” He released Peter. “But I swear to God. Make her cry ever again and we’ll be having a much different conversation.”

Peter took the chance. “Thank you!” He ran off towards your room and knocked on your door.

You’d been curled up in your bed crying. When you heard the knocking at your door you wondered why he was coming now, so after the fact.

“Y/N please answer! I’m sorry I didn’t come after you right away! Your dad cornered me! Please just let me explain everything!”

You got up and opened the door. You wiped at the tears on your face. “Just go Peter, we don’t need to talk about any of this… If we’re done, we’re done…”

“We are not done, He answered quickly. “I never want us to be done. I love you. I love you with everything I’ve got and I’m sorry for everything. I never meant for my lie to make it seem like I don’t love you. I… I’m gonna tell you the truth because nothing can be worse than you thinking we are somehow breaking up… or that I don’t want to be with you… It killed me last night to blow you off… I was freaking out and running late because of it and I ran into Rhino and I-I lost something really important that I needed and I couldn’t answer you because I knew you’d know something was wrong and you know I don’t have a filter when I’m freaking out about something and I didn’t want to spill what I was doing because I didn’t want to ruin anything…” He took a breath as he watched your face for any kind of reaction. He rubbed the back of his neck.

You look was rather unforgiving. You didn’t want anymore lies from him. Nor did you care about his truth now. He’d hurt you either way. Even just for making you believe that’s what he wanted when he didn’t follow you.

“I would have gotten here sooner to explain,” he rambled on as if he was reading your mind. “But your dad started threatening me in the kitchen and I couldn’t get away until I explained it all to him. Doesn’t it mean something that he let me come find you to explain? You know he’s been waiting for a chance like this…”

You rolled your eyes. “How do I know you’re notl lying to me right now?”

“You can’t,” he said truthfully. “But you can talk to your dad later. Right now I need to know we’re okay. I need you to know how much I love you.” He took a step closer to you.

You took a step back.

“Y/N,” He said quietly. “I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to.”

“Do it then.” You weren’t sure why you said it, but you wanted him to work for your forgiveness.

He didn’t even hesitate, which surprised you slightly. You knew he had to be serious, so you asked the question nagging you.

“What happened that you didn’t want to answer me?”

His nerves began to get to him, but he still managed to dig in his pockets. “I lost something that I needed and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had but I needed what I lost so I had to search 3 streets to find it. And I lied this morning because I still didn’t want to ruin it. But no chance do I want to break-up. I love you. And if… if you can forgive me…” He switched to be on one knee instead of two. The ring in his palm to be between his fingers. “If you can forgive me, would you marry me?”

Your eyes widened and it felt like your heart stopped. Tears sprung back into your eyes.

He was looking at you with such a worried look, he didn’t want to lose you.

You could feel it. You sunk to your own knees and hugged him tightly.

His arms wound around you, like he’d lose you if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Peter,” you said. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Man,” Your father’s voice said from down the hall. “I was really hoping you’d say no! Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

You and Peter both chuckled softly.