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cabbagethesheep · 3 years
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In honor of the PortugueseTM Trash Pirate finally getting his route~
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skellyagogo · 5 years
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Why Do You Have to be so Stupid?
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Summary: You get hurt on a mission because you stop to save a life instead of your own ass, Bucky freaks and says the wrong thing.
Pairing:  Bucky Barnes, X reader
Warnings:  Language
"Y/n you're still in the blast zone, move it," yelled Steve through the coms, "everyone else is out but you."
"We're not all super soldiers asshole, I had to go back for my pack," I growled.
I was running as fast as my legs could take me, I failed, I couldn't disarm the bomb. The rest of the Avengers cleared everyone out of the village and bracing to contain the blast as much as they could. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, it was an injured pup tangled up in wire, he was howling and crying for help. I pulled out my leatherman and snipped the wire wrapped around his leg, shoved him in my vest and ran.
"Come on Doll move," Bucky's voice full of worry. "Fuck it, I'm going out after her," he yelled, Steve struggled to grab him as he dashed out the bay doors.
"No Buck Stop! Pietro go grab her," yelled Steve.  A flash a blue zipped out of the bay doors back towards the village center.
"Almost out of the blast radius," I yelled into the com but it was too late, the bomb exploded. The force of the explosion whipped me 50 yards ahead. I did my best to turn my body and land on my back to shield the dog. I could hear Steve, Bucky, and Tony yelling my name in the coms. I could feel sticky wetness on my legs, my ears ringing, my head felt as if I'd gone a few rounds against the Winter Soldier again. The pup poked his head out and licked my face whining. I saw a blue flash and felt arms picking me up and carrying me to the jet, I faded in and out as the world buzzed by.
"What the fuck were you thinking? Why'd you stop running?" Bucky yelled, eyes a mixture of rage and worry.
I pulled out the pup from my vest, "He was trapped." He was tiny little thing, maybe a month old, dirty, smelly, shaggy matted fur, one blue eye, one green. His tongue fell out of his mouth as he looked up at me smiling, howling a little 'awoo' before he licked my chin.
"You risked your life for a fucking dog?!" I'd never seen him look at me so angrily, except when he'd been the Winter Soldier years ago.
"You of all people should know what it's like to be trapped and scared Bucky," I yelled back, he stared at me like I just told him Hoboken, New Jersey was superior to Brooklyn, he turned and stomped into the Jet.
There were no casualties thank god, lots of damage. Agents and local authorities were on the scene starting to clear debris. Tired and weary, I limped into the jet, in my mind I did nothing wrong. A few bruises and scratches, maybe a little battered but at least I'd recover, 'What the hell was his problem anyway,' I thought. 'Are Steve and him the only ones allowed to get hurt?' Tony, Steve, and Pietro just stared at me strangely from across the jet, eyes switching between Bucky and I. Bucky stood off in the shadows eyes trained on me the whole flight home, I could hear faint ramblings from him.
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He kept switching from talking in Russian one minute, to Romanian then Portuguese. I only understood a little, something about stupid girl tearing out his heart. It didn't make any sense to me so I did my best to just ignore his presence altogether. Nat switched on auto-pilot, grumbling in Russian herself glaring at Bucky. She pulled out the med kit and knelt in front of me, she scratched the pup behind his ears making him smile before she began cleaning the wound on my head. I could feel the blood dripping down my leg, pooling in my boot. I held tight onto that little pup, carefully untangling the wire around his leg. Nat handed me a wet wipe and I cleaned off his leg before wrapping it in gauze.
"You're gonna need some stitches when we get home, for now, hold this on your head. The leg doesn't look so bad, seems to be smaller pieces. You'll most likely scar so no bikini for you," she tried to lighten to mood with her cheeky little grin.
"As if I have a reason to wear one anyway," I smiled at her. She briefly looked bucky with an annoyed face.
Steve sat next to me like the big brother/dad figure he was to everyone on the team making small talk
"What are you going to name him?"
"I don't want to name something I can't keep," I pouted looking at Tony.
"Tony, you gonna let her keep the dog?" He asked as he let the pup gnaw on his shield.
"As long as it doesn't shit in my bungalow and tear the Compound up, why not?" He smiled, "it'll do Y/n some good having a Lil' man to look after," glancing at Bucky annoyed.
Nat landed, the bay door opening. I stood up too quickly almost stumbled before I started to lip out. Bucky was there in an instant trying to hold my arm and help me, I snapped my arm away.
"I'm fine thanks, not that you'd know sitting over there brooding the whole flight," I hissed. There was tension there, a short fuse connected the dynamite waiting to blow. He'd become cold and distant the last few months, we used to be thick as thieves, but one morning I woke up and he just pushed me away, keeping his distance, so I let it be, he was struggling with something.
"I was angry that I'd lose...you almost got yourself killed over a dog. A dog Y/n!" He yelled, chest heaving in anger, his eyes saying something else.
"A life is a life, I wasn't going to leave him there to die. How could I not save him?" I stared at him bewildered.
"Why do you have to be so stupid?" He yelled, instantly regretting the words and they fell from his mouth.
"Excuse me," wide-eyed and shocked. "You think I'm stupid because I stopped to save an animal that was trapped and scared?"
"Yes...No," he shook his head, struggling to say the right thing.
"Funny that's what people thought about me when I saved you from Hydra a second time, but since I'm so fucking stupid consider this," pointing between us "friendship fucking done. You don't have to worry about me doing stupid shit anymore. If it bothers you that much that I'm fucking stupid then maybe I should take the Guardians up their offer." My eyes glaring daggers at him, my words oozing poison. I limped down the bay door towards a waiting stretcher and nurses, they jogged me towards the med lab.
"Dude, you just royally fucked up." Tony says patting him on the shoulder.
"I didn't mean it that way," he looked at Steve "I was afraid she'd..."
"I know buddy, you gotta find a way to fix this."
I spent almost two weeks in the med lab for observation because of the shrapnel in my leg, they didn't think there'd be any long term damage, just a few scars and taking it easy for a while, maybe a little physical therapy. Bucky tried to see me several times but Happy had Agents standing guard outside the door telling him he wasn't allowed in doctors orders. None of them could look him in the eye as they spoke, most of them still only saw him as a threat, the Winter Soldier. He blew up my phone calling, sending texts but I was bitter and angry. My best friend thought I was stupid, that it was a stupid risk to save the adorable pup that was licking my face, the same pup who was refusing to leave my side. Stark called in a vet to check the little guy out, he was in tip-top shape according to the doc.
When I left the med lab and went back to my own suite, there were notes and post-its all over my door from Bucky saying he was sorry and he wanted to explain, he didn't mean it, he was just freaked out. There were vases of flowers all over the room with cards begging for my forgiveness, if he could just explain himself to my face. I chucked them all in the trash unwilling to look at his handwriting.
Days dragged by, I caught glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye as I played with the pup in the grass. He was a tough little bugger, playful too, a dopey little smile, that reminded me of someone else. I could hear footsteps in the grass behind me. He tried to growl but it came out sounding like a baby pirate 'rrrrrrr.'
"There you are," it was Steve, he plopped down in the grass next to me whistling at the pup trying to get him to come towards him. "Did you finally decide on a name?"
"Uh... i-it's silly," I shook my head rolling the tennis ball towards the pup.
"Oh come on can't be that bad." He nudged my shoulder, I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Brooklyn Barnes." I stared at the grass beneath my fingers.
"Mhm, Barnes huh?" He tried not to laugh, his eyes glanced the treeline towards a shiny arm that disappeared and smirked.
"It...sounded...the names fit okay. My family always gave the animals two names."
"Sure, sure. So uh I gotta ask. When are you gonna let Buck apologize?"
"He doesn't have to, I'm not mad anymore." I sighed, Brooklyn's head tilted watching me before he ran into my lap, crawling up my chest to lick my face.
"Then why won't you talk to him?"
"I'm a stubborn ass," I smiled pushing Steve over in the grass.
"Well, that's beside the point. He's really hurting not being able to talk to you." Steve sighed, he knew Buck was out there somewhere, Buck was always in the wings watching out for me. The one time he finally let Steve convince him that I'd be just fine without him two steps behind me, I'd gotten hurt, Steve knew he'd never forgive himself for it either. "Can I be totally honest with you?"
"Never stopped you before," I flashed a snarky little smile.
"I think somewhere along your friendship with Buck, it uh...became something more to him, you brought out the old James in him. I haven't seen him smile like that since we were idiot kids in Brooklyn."  Brooklyn perked up at the mention of his name and pounced at Steve.
I sighed and laid back in the grass, "I know."
"You know he's in love with you?" Steve laid down with his arms behind his head.
"Of course, how could I not? He talks in his sleep?"
"And how would you know?" He wiggled his brows at me, I leaned over to smack his chest.
"When he has nightmares, he crawls into my bed, curls up behind me, hugging me tightly. I hear him speaking different languages, rambling off the wall things, but the constant was always my name.  Come morning, he'd be gone. When I'd see him at breakfast, he'd he flash a soft smile as a thank you."
"I didn't know," he stared wide-eyed at the clouds above us.
"I think he was afraid someone would think we were sleeping together. Frankly, I don't give a damn what other people think because those nights...they were always the best nights."
"You like him don't you?"
"What's not to like," I laughed.
Dinner came and went, Buck was a no show, I was hoping he'd be there to talk but I guess my silent treatment was too much. Brooklyn whined and circled around my leg, time to potty he was saying. I picked him up and jogged towards the first-floor patio to let him out. I set him down, he sniffed around circling. I could hear faint music in the distance, who in the hell was outside now? I picked up Brooklyn trying to find the music, it was familiar. I turned the corner of the building to find Bucky laying on a blanket staring up at the stars, he jumped up when he heard Brooklyn growl.
"Hey, I-I... uh, how are you?" His hand slipped into his hair out of nervous habit.
"I'm alright," I sighed, "look, Buck, I'm sorry." 'Rip the bandaid off as fast as possible' I thought. I missed him, his voice, his face, his laugh. I never realized just how much I loved him until I tried to push him away.
"No! No, I'm sorry, I never should have yelled at you like that. The one time I wasn't hot on your heels pushing you harder and you got hurt. That's on me, not you."
"It's not your fault." We stared at each other in silence, Brooklyn sniffing the air towards Bucky, perking up his ears, tongue flopping out of his mouth.
"I hear you finally named him, but no one would tell me what it is," he sat on the blanket patting the spot next to him for me to join."
"Really?! I'm surprised Tony didn't blab, him and Steve laughed pretty hard when they heard it."
"Oh now you've piqued my interest," He looked so handsome when he smiled.
"Don't laugh, I swear if you laugh I'll paint your arm hot pink. See when I was growing up, it was a tradition in my family to give the pets two names. I know it sounds ridiculous but it's just something we did." He smiled holding his hands up letting me know he wouldn't laugh. I put Brooklyn on the ground, he sniffed Bucky's outstretched fingers before giving a lick. His little tail wagging so hard it shook his whole butt. "I named him Brooklyn Barnes."
Bucky's smile disappeared, he sat in silence staring at Brooklyn before he picked him up cradling him in his arm scratching his belly. That smirk of his crept across this lips as he looked at me.
"I guess we gotta get married now." He grinned ear to ear. I burst out in hysterical laughter.
"Um, what now? What brought that on?"
"He's got my name, therefore he's my son and I can't go around having a child out of wedlock, it's unheard of." The laughter between the two of us loud enough to make Steve appear over the balcony a few floors above us.
"Hey, it's great that you proposed and all even though you've never even been on a date, can you keep it down, I'm trying to sleep."
"Just for that, you're no longer the best man." Bucky roared with laughter, Steve rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Why do you gotta be so stupid," I punched his arm making him laugh.
"Love makes you do stupid things I guess."
I leaned in kissing Bucky, running my fingers through his hair, "how about a real date before we walk down the aisle?"
"Sounds good to me Doll."
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