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15 Minutes: BuckyxReader (Part 6)

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...because you did whatever it took to be invited, 
and you do whatever it takes to be a star... 

June 14th. 9AM. You and Bucky were in your car, driving down Interstate 66, the highway that would take you to Theodore Roosevelt Island, the former location of the Triskelion. A few days previously, after teaching Bucky how to use a computer and search with the internet, Bucky had found a much more recent shred of the paper trail than your Twitter search. A large blonde man wearing a brown leather jacket had been spotted at the ruins of the Triskelion, standing on the debris from one of the massive helicarriers. While no one could confirm this to be Steve Rogers, or Captain America, as he was known more pervasively on the internet, it certainly looked like him to Bucky. This had surfaced around a week ago, which meant that Steve was probably still in D.C.. You had tried to venture there that day, but Bucky refused, reminding you of what the Triskelion was. 

"That was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters," he said. "We're former HYDRA agents. Even if it's in ruins, the US government might still be trying to keep tabs on the site." 

"Or S.H.I.E.L.D. could still be conducting operations from underneath," you added, sighing. "Point given. Let's do some digging on the area before running over to it." 

So you did. After a day of searching online, Bucky and yourself concluded that it, at least, appeared to be safe. There was, of course, still risk of venturing far from Burleith, especially for Bucky, after his face had been plastered all over the local news stations, but the benefits outweighed the risks. As long as you and Bucky kept your heads down and hands hidden, you would be fine. 

You brushed your (hair length) hair behind your ear, doing your best to keep your eyes on the road. You had to be close to Froggy Bottom by now; most of the cars on the highway were veering off onto the Constitution Ave. exit. It occurred to you that the ruins of the Triskelion weren't exactly a tourist destination and that you and Bucky would be very easy targets for spies, since there weren't going to be many people there, if any.

'We still have to try,' you thought. 'Steve could help Bucky's condition considerably. He needs another person that can help him.'

You pulled off of Interstate 66 and onto a road of faded asphalt. Directly ahead were the ruins of the Triskelion and the helicarrier that had crashed into it. You got over to the side of the road and exited the car, walking to the ruins with Bucky in your wake.

"It's huge," you said, looking up in awe at the piece of the complex that was still standing. It looked almost majestic, but it was rather ominous. Bucky gazed at the crashed helicarrier, as if painfully aware that he had been responsible for that helicarrier. 

"Yes," Bucky murmured, turning from the ruins to look out at the river. "I pulled Steve out of the river over there," he said, pointing at an area of the Potomac.

"Did you know who you were?" you asked, turning to face him. He continued to look at the river, whether to avoid looking at your or to jog his memory.

"Barely," he answered, closing his eyes and sighing. "Steve said something before he fell. He said he was with me till the end of the line. It sparked my memory, reminding me of what Steve had been to me. So I saved him."

Moved by an impulse, you stepped towards Bucky and gave him a hug. At first he was shocked, but after a moment he wrapped his arms around yours.

"We're going to find him," you muttered into Bucky's chest. "He can unlock more of your memories, I know he can." 

Bucky didn't hear what you said, but that didn't matter. He was hugging you. 

The two of you stood there in an embrace for nearly 10 minutes. Hugging Bucky made something in your chest stir, and the fact that he hadn't pushed you off was... what was the word? Relaxing. It was relaxing.

In the woods across from where you were standing, a muscular, blonde man watched from a few feet within. He smiled when you hugged Bucky, and that smile widened when Bucky did the same.

"It seems Bucky found some company," he said to himself proudly.



You and Bucky were watching the World Cup match between Italy and England while eating freshly baked chocolate chip cookies with ice cold milk when someone knocked on your door.

Both yourself and Bucky froze. Since neither of you had friends and your door bore a silver "no soliciting" sign, the only people who were likely to pay a visit were the local law enforcement or the government.

Grabbing a 1911 pistol from the drawer on your side table, you crept towards the door and threw it open, aiming the gun at your visitor's-

You dropped the gun in shock as your mouth fell open in tandem. "Steve... Steve Rogers?"

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am," he said, offering his hand, which you shook warily. "Mind if I come in?"

"Not at all," you exclaimed. "Someone here will be very glad to see you."

Steve crossed the threshold into the little hall that emptied into the living room. You picked up your gun and locked the door as Steve turned to you.

"Sorry about pointing a gun at your head," you apologized meekly. "I just don't expect any visitors unless they're looking for trouble."

"It's perfectly fine," Steve said, smiling warmly at you and removing his trademark brown leather jacket, which you hung up on a hook beside Bucky's raincoat.

A yell sounded from the living room. Someone must have scored.

"I think the person you really want to see is that way," you smiled, pointing down the hall.

Bucky was sitting forward on the couch, watching the replay of the last goal, which had been scored by Italy, with a determined look on his face.

"Bucky," you called out, standing behind Steve, "we have a friendly visitor."

Bucky turned to face your direction. His eyes widened, and he shot up off of the couch and bear hugged Steve.

"It's been awhile, Bucky," Steve said when they broke apart, a hand on Bucky's metal shoulder.

"Yes it has," Bucky said, going back to the couch and gesturing for you and Steve to follow.

"We're out of cookies," you murmured. "I'll make some more, you two catch up with each other, alright?"

"Alright," Bucky and Steve said in unison.

You were mixing up some cookie dough and humming to yourself, not really listening to their conversation. Until you heard Steve say something interesting, that is.

"Your girlfriend is really pretty, Bucky."

You froze, aware of a deep blush rising in your cheeks. Bucky had apparently also been caught off guard.

"She's... not my girlfriend," Bucky said, a note of hesitation in his voice.

"What?" Steve laughed. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

"So you guys just... live together?"

"Yeah."

"Well, alrighty then," Steve said, his tone mildly shocked. You resumed mixing the dough, blushing violently. Steve thought you two were dating? It certainly might seem that way to some people. You weren't, however.

'I wouldn't mind being his girlfriend,' you thought to yourself, pouring a bunch of chocolate chips into the fresh cookie dough and blending them together. 'But I don't know how he'd take me asking...' You thought this as you made balls out of the dough and put them on a cookie tray.

You pushed the thought from your mind. There would be time to contemplate this path later. Right now, you needed to avoid burning yourself as you put the cookies in the oven.

After setting the oven to bake for the proper amount of time, you went back out into the living room, where Steve and Bucky were watching the last few minutes of the Italy vs England match. You sat down on the remaining place on the couch, the one beside Bucky, and watched as the game ended. After the ending, Bucky grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. He then turned to Steve.

"How did you find me?" he asked.

"I searched for a year and got nowhere," Steve replied. "Then, one day I went to the gym to work out. By chance, I looked into the room where the two of you were sparring and thought I saw you. So I watched the area for a few more days and saw you guys jogging together, talking about the Triskelion. So I went there and hung out in the woods, and sure enough, there you two appeared, hugging."

You blushed while remembering the hug you and Bucky had shared this morning. A tiny bit of pink had also appeared in Bucky's cheeks, which intrigued you. Maybe he was remembering the hug too?

The oven timer went off, and you rushed into the kitchen to take out the cookies. While you waited a few minutes for them to cool, you poured Steve some milk and scribbled down a list of things to get next time you went to the grocery store. Then you grabbed the sheet of cookies, balanced Steve's milk on the sheet between done cookies, and headed back out to the living room.

"Cookies are done," you sang, setting them on the coffee table. Steve and Bucky grabbed several as you went back to the kitchen to wash dishes.

'Maybe Bucky would take well to me asking him out,' you thought to yourself while you scrubbed the mixing bowl. 
Behold, my darlings, Steve Rogers! Captain America emote static 

He'll be hanging around for the rest of the story, appearing in one way or another. Except in Part 9, but you'll know why after reading Part 8, which will be out tomorrow. ;) 

Hope you like this chapter! :) 


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meowmeowghs's avatar
STEEEEEEVE! :meow: It's awesome.......and.....fluffy...with cookie goodness on the side! XD :glomp: