Chapter 1
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“(Y/N) since this is family I'll let you decide," Fury said, “Do you want in?"
It took about all of one minute for you decide. This was your brother's life at stake after all. You nodded confidently.
“Yes, sir. I'm already going to the wedding anyway."
The Director of SHIELD nodded back and sat back in his chair, giving you a once over. You held his gaze. You knew his unsaid concern. As far as he knew, this would be your first real mission as a trained professional agent. Sure, you did good in controlled situations, but this would be out of his hands he wouldn't be able to protect you if things go wrong. The only reason he wasn't denying your wishes is because he knew you hated being underestimated. You sighed.
“But if it'll make you feel better, I'll go with another SHIELD agent too."
Your uncle exhaled in relief and smiled at you. You rolled your eyes and smiled back as you stood up to take your leave.
“Bucky, you're my boyfriend now."
“Wha-fuck!"
It was around lunchtime in Avengers Tower and Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, nicknamed, Bucky, was making a sandwich when you burst through the kitchen door, causing him to cut his right hand with his knife.
You left and came back with a clean rag to wrap around his wound. He hissed as the cool antiseptic liquid you put on it touched him. You rolled your eyes.
“Why were you using a steak knife to make a peanut butter sandwich?!" you asked.
“I was about to cut up some bananas!" he exclaimed, “In my defense, you could've knocked!"
“James Buchanan Barnes, you're the fucking Winter Soldier how on earth can I sneak up on you that easily? And you and I quote 'hate these new fangled bananas'!"
“I was making it for when you got home," he muttered, “You always forget to eat now."
His baby blue eyes held concern and you sighed as you took the rag off his hand. The cut was almost fully healed thanks to his supersoldier serum. You traced over the faint pink scar line.
“I don't need to, Bucky. Stop worrying," you ordered.
“If you don't want people to know what happened, you need to, doll-."
“I just don't feel like it, Barnes! Now drop it!"
Your rage sparked and you felt yourself separating from your body. Bucky's eyes widened and he cupped your cheeks and locked his eyes onto yours.
“(Y/N), stay with me okay?! Breath with me, doll!"
He started taking deep breaths and after a while you did too. Eventually, you felt back to as normal as you could and, Bucky, sighed in relief.
“You good, doll?" he asked.
“Yeah, I'm sorry-," you began.
Bucky stopped you with a peanut butter sandwich to the mouth. You took it and ate it for his benefit, even though it tasted like air and burned slightly due to the salt content like most things these days did.
When you finished, the supersoldier took your plate while looking at you with a raised eyebrow. It took you a minute to realize what the look was for.
“Oh right, boyfriend."
You explained how your brother was marrying a known top HYDRA member. Besides your obvious protests to that, the only reason the person was with your brother was to get to your entire family (except your uncle and you until recently) as you were naturally occurring mutants, or enhanced as HYDRA called them, something few and far between in this world.
“I need to stop the wedding, but, Fury, doesn't want me going alone," you finished.
You waited with nerves pouring out of you while Bucky looked at you for a long time before speaking.
“And you're choosing me because...?"
“I kinda already made my family think that you're my romantic soul mate..." you confessed.
“(Y/N)!" he whined.
Bucky's metal hand crushed the glass he was holding and he scowled at you with a blush that faded so fast you were sure that you imagined it. You took his hand and gave him your best puppy eyes.
“Cause I know you'd say yes?" you tried.
Bucky sighed, ran his free hand through his mid length chestnut hair, before putting it over the one you had on his prosthetic. You smiled, knowing he was about to give in.
“Fine. Fine I'll do it," he consented.
“Thanks, Bucky bear you're the best!"
You jumped up and hugged him tight.The supersoldier would never admit it, but he liked your nickname for him. He grunted and buried his face into your shoulder. You giggled a bit when his stubble brushed your skin as he let go of you and he laughed at its sweet sound.