SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door.
Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses.
You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely.
You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin.
Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after.
Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda.
After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall.
You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked.
You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked.
Why did you think that looked good?
However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them.
Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda.
Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian.
You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said.
You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet.
As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours.
—
The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open.
You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s. You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away.
You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun.
As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store.
“(Y/n)?”
You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold.
“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.”
“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.”
“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”
“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.”
Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue.
“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.”
“So are you the one moving in next door?”
“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.”
“Who is moving in?”
“That would be me, Nancy Drew.”
You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine.
“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.”
“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed.
“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained.
“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.”
Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.”
“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.”
“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away.
“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha.
“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.”
“That explains the look then.” You say.
“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant.
“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering.
“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you.
“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.”
“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop.
You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter.
“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks.
“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha.
“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised.
“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went.
“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.”
“Why did he back out?”
“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded.
“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.”
As you were about to argue about it, she continued.
“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty.
—
The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop.
You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves.
You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves.
You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open.
“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it.
“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.”
“Nat you don’t need to-”
“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent.
True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed.
You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas.
You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles.
Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you.
“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance.
“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further.
“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent.
“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?”
Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips.
—
After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves.
Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment.
The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend.
As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence.
Well almost.
Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her.
You still were trying to piece together what happened.
“Hey Nat?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you leave?”
The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”
“Why though?” You asked.
“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.”
“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-”
“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.”
After another pause you continued.
“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.”
Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.
Your coffee shop was a small little thing with only enough space for a couple tables. The interior wasn’t as modern as in the big coffee shop chains, but a bit old-fashioned (as some people said derogatory) though that accounted a lot for the charm of your little shop. It was located in a side street, where the stream of people was notably smaller than near the main roads. But thanks to your regular customers, you and your shop were able to survive.
One of those regulars was a Biker who looked highly intimidating with his tattoos, leather jacket of the local biker club, long hair, beard and muscular build, but he was a polite and quiet kind of person so there was no reason to not let him in. He tended to grab a coffee to go in the mornings and to sit down with a piece of whatever you had baked for that day and a big cappuccino in the late afternoons while working on his laptop. Though unlike some of the business-people who stayed at your shop for work every now and then, he always packed his belongings and left when you started to prepare everything for closing time.
You never needed to remind him that you wanted to close the shop for the evening and that he had to leave. He never complained about needing ‘just five more minutes’ or how important his work was. You liked the Biker, even though the two of you didn’t talk besides his orders and occasional small talk. The other regulars mostly ignored him, even if some weren’t exactly comfortable in the man’s presence. Even though everything one heard about the club he belonged to was non-problematic. Basically, they were simply a bunch of people who loved to ride their bikes and didn’t turn down opportunities for a party.
One evening – an unpleasant, rainy day in autumn – you and the Biker you only knew as Bucky were the only two people left in the coffee shop when a gang of young people came in, about ten people in total. All of them were clad in black leather and almost every single one held a baseball bat. Something about them spelled trouble, and lots of it. Before you could even say a word, one of them smashed a glass cabinet where you kept the cakes of the day.
You couldn’t help the startled scream, even though the cakes were already gone. A second thug violently flipped over a wooden table and armchair. The rest of them cheered and laughed while you were forced to watch them helplessly. Tears streamed down your face as you watched the gang wrecked your little shop.
After what felt like an eternity, one of the gang members – you assumed the leader – came over to you, casually playing around with his baseball bat. “What a pity. If only there was somebody to protect you from this happening again.”, he said, not at all sounding as if he felt bad about what had just been going on. Quite the opposite, actually. He was having fun to watch the chaos they had brought.
“What do you want?”, you hissed through your tears. No need to beat around the bush. They had come because they wanted something. The why wasn’t important. The what was. The gang leader grinned, in a way you did not like. “Smart girl. We’re here for money. Not a one-off, if you understand what I mean.”, he replied patronizingly. It was clear as a day that he talked about protection money. Which you wouldn’t be able to afford. You only made enough to keep the shop running and live a modest, but decent life.
“That’s enough. Nobody’s gonna pay any protection money. Especially not to you.”, the voice of Bucky suddenly interrupted. Calm but self-confident. You had completely forgotten that he had been there too. The emotional part of your mind was angry at him that he hadn’t tried to help you sooner, but the more logical part knew that he wouldn’t have stood a chance against all those thugs. Though you had no idea why he spoke up now, it still got him in trouble.
“Shut up asshole, this is between us and her.”, the gang leader instantly hissed. Meanwhile Bucky was absolutely calm as he walked over to you and him. Easily a full head taller than all of the gang members and more muscular as well. “Just in case you wannabe-bikers are new: this town is officially claimed by the Avengers. We’re not 1 percenters, but we’ll definitely not sit back and watch while some juvenile wannabe-bikers wreck havoc in and try to take over our town. I already called the club, they’ll be here any second. It’s your decision how this is gonna end.”, the biker said with a deadly calm.
A part of you listened, hoping to hear the distinct sound of bicycles approaching, but so far, there was nothing. For a couple seconds, the gang was absolutely silent, as if they too tried to hear if there was a biker club approaching. Though when there still wasn’t the roar of bikes to be heard after half a minute, they started laughing. “Nice try old man. But it seems like your buddies aren’t coming.”, the leader said with a bright grin on his face and tried to strike at Bucky with his baseball bat.
The smile disappeared when Bucky not only dodged the swing but also managed to grab the bat. “Big mistake.”, the Biker commented before knocking the guy out with a single punch. For quite a couple seconds, the rowdies were utterly shocked. You were too; Bucky had always been a very peaceful person who even had not used his fists when some asshole tried to provoke him.
“That was a mistake. Get him!”, another gang-member finally said. All of them raised their bats and obviously started to go for Bucky. Instantly, your worry for him sky-rocketed. He obviously knew how to throw a punch, but that wouldn’t save him from getting beaten up by the gang.
“Stop that, right now.”, a rigid voice snapped. A bunch of Bikers stood in the entryway of your coffee shop – at least fifteen to twenty, you assumed, but definitely more than the gangsters. All of the Bikers wore the same sleeveless leather jacket Bucky too always wore. Most of them had a gun in their hands, except a huge blond guy who was obviously the leader of the Biker Club (though he too had a gun quite visible in a holster).
Upon seeing the Biker Club and how they were outnumbered, the thugs hurried to lay their baseball bats to the ground in an attempt to avoid a fight. “What’s been going on, Bucky?”, the blond asked, still visibly unpleased about the situation. After a nod, some of his Bikers collected the bats. “Well, after I ended the call, I told these wannabe-bikers to stop smashing up the inventory and they’re on our territory. Was even nice enough to let them know we don’t want trouble but won’t let them do as they please either.
Their…leader didn’t want to listen and tried to hit me with that bat of his. He missed, I didn’t and just when the others wanted to beat me up you came in.”, the Brunet replied calmly. The leader of his Biker Club just nodded and then turned towards the gangsters. They still looked like rabbits caught in the headlight. Meanwhile, the thug Bucky had knocked out woke up again. He seemed still dizzy, but rather quickly entirely awake again once he realized the situation he and his gang were in.
“I’m Captain, the President of the Avengers MC. You’ve been trying to cause trouble in our town and attacked my Road Captain.”, the Blond introduced himself. You looked at Bucky, an eyebrow raised quizzically as you had no idea what a Road Captain was. He sent you a quick smirk and a wink but then returned his attention back to the gangsters. Their leader gulped, obviously only now realizing the trouble they were in. “Our Treasurer Widow” a red-haired woman with a nose piercing stepped forwards “will take your contact details and make certain you pay for the damage you have caused here. If you cause any issues about it, Bucky will be the least of your problems.”, ‘Captain’ continued. The redhead smirked dangerously.
“After that, my Vice President Falcon and some of our members will escort you out of the town to make certain you don’t cause any further trouble.” The man stepping forwards this time had several tattoos on his arms and an eyebrow piercing. His build wasn’t as massive as Bucky’s or Captain’s, but you didn’t doubt that he too could hold himself in a fight. The gangster just nodded at everything demanded from them.
Not even 10 minutes later, you were alone with Bucky, Captain and a handful Bikers. They had offered to help you with the cleaning and taking stock of what had been damaged which you accepted. At first rather shyly since the Bikers – except Bucky – were quite intimidating, but your gratitude was honest. However the shyness soon vanished as the menacing behaviour – and the guns! – had quickly disappeared as soon as the gang had been led out of your shop.
They were great people who looked intimidating but every single one of them had a heart of gold. With everyone’s help, it took barely an hour to clean your shop, though they couldn’t do much about the glass cabinet besides sweeping up the bits of broken glass so nobody would get injured. It was amazing to see and even though your heart ached from what had been done to you by the gangsters, the Biker’s kindness warmed it.
“Bucky?”, you asked the brunet since he was the one you felt most comfortable with once everything was done and the Bikers started to heed out again. The Road Captain instantly looked at you with a gentle half-smile. “I would like to invite you and the Club over coffee and cake tomorrow afternoon. In appreciation for your help. Just…let me know how many of you will be there, so I can make enough for everyone.”, you said carefully. The gentle half-smile turned into a bright, full grin. “I’m certain they’ll appreciate the invitation. There’s a club meeting later so I can ask who’ll come and then let you know.”, he offered.
You returned his smile. About a minute later, you handed him a napkin with your personal phone number scribbled on it so he could let you know the details as soon as possible. When he left as one of the last Bikers, Widow said something you couldn’t hear to him which earned her a jab in the ribs, though they both laughed. When the Club rode off, you looked after them until the last taillight was out of sight.
Getting involved with a whole Biker Club definitely hadn’t been on the list of things you wanted to do, but you were glad you had. They were great people who you’d welcome into your coffee shop any time.
[ID: 1. Ed as a modern day bikie in a full leather jacket with metal spikes and a kraken patch pulls open his jacket, revealing a black tee shirt and a sliver of hairy belly as he stares sensually at the viewer. In a reflection of the opening scene of episode 6, he says, “run me over”. 2. We zoom out to see Stede speed in on his custom teal motorcycle, screaming in fear, and hit Ed straight-on with the front wheel. Ed goes flying, a huge smile on his face. /end ID]
There’s nothing in canon that doesn’t translate perfectly into the bikie au
The thought of BIker!Athena came floating in my head lately…along with a HC: while overseas, Athena took an interest in motorcycling as an escape, which eventually got her into participating in the world of racing. The cash prizes she won help paid for her schooling. In her last year, she was discovered by a major sponsor…but she turned it down to focus on her goals as an attorney. During these races, she went under the pseudonym, “Livewire” and never took off her helmet to protect her identity.
Been wanting to draw this for awhile now, but I suck at drawing vehicles and motorcycles…but thank goodness for CSP’s 3D models!
Summary: When your friend started dating a new guy, you didn’t think much of him, yes he was a biker, covered in tattoos, yes he had very similar friends, yet Steve was a good man, during a meeting you managed to catch the eyes of Bucky, and that’s when your life changed.
When Sharon started dating Steve, you had your doubts.
She often told you she only agreed to go out with him because he was dangerous. “Every girl likes a wild bad boy they cannot tame.” is what she said.
Although you didn’t agree with her reasoning you did agree. Every girl liked a bad boy. You just felt bad for Steve, he didn’t deserve this treatment. You only met him once when he picked up Sharon, although he had a hard exterior, the man was full of muscle and ink under his skin, yet his eyes were gentle and kind, and he spoke with such respect and kindness.
Sharon didn’t deserve Steve, even if she was your friend, you wished her happiness, but Steve was way too good for her, especially after hearing her reasons for dating him.
Steve invited you to a get together with his friends, he explained that two of his single friends will be there. And although you tried to decline, he managed to get you to agree.
So, you stood in front of your mirror, applying your make up, hair done and you already had your dress on. You were nervous but excited at the same time.
But, in the end, you decided to just have a good time.
When you arrived at the bar, Steve was already there but Sharon wasn’t, you noticed two men with Steve.
“Hi.” you said with a kind smile.
“Oh, Y/N! Lovely to see you! Come, these are my friends, Bucky and Sam.” both of them greeted you, Sam had a huge smile on his face, Bucky was more reserved as you noticed. You introduced yourself to them as Steve left to get you a drink.
The two were just like Steve, bikers, tough guys, but still kind. Both were covered in tattoos, Sam even had some on his neck, they both looked very very sexy.
They looked exactly like the kind of men your mother warned you about, and now you wanted it even more.
Sam loved to talk but he didn’t flirt with you, no he flirted with you FOR Bucky. He kept on saying how amazing Bucky is, how he wants to take you on a date and so on. You didn’t know what to say, since that wasn’t what Bucky was saying at all. He kept shaking his head and apologizing for his friend.
Then Sharon arrived, she and Steve, of course, being the only couple started to hit it off, while you spoke to Bucky and Sam, well more to Sam but Bucky was also there, paying a lot of attention.
You constantly noticed him just looking at you, not behind you, no one was behind you, you checked.
Then he stood up to get another round when Sam spoke up.
“He really does like you, I know.”
“He didn’t even speak to me.” your tipsy mind making it easier to speak.
“Maybe, but I can see it in his eyes, and I have known him for a long time, He never looked at a woman like he is looking at you.
You were doubtful, even made a face. You were about to respond when another pink cocktail landed in front of you, making you forget everything you wanted to say.
Four more pinky cocktails later, you were not wasted, but tipsy enough to laugh a bit louder, talk more freely and dance.
And oh boy, did you dance a lot.
You just grabbed Sharon and danced until your feet hurt or you got sobered up a bit and needed another drink.
You had a fun night.
But now you faced a little problem. You needed to go home and you hated taxis or uber…
“I can drop you off.” said a voice behind you as you were checking your phone for buses.
You turned around to find Bucky standing right behind you, with his bike keys in his hand.
“Oh, but you drank too.”
“I did but I stopped a while ago so I am sober now. Let me drop you off unless you are scared.”
“Scared? Me? Don’t make me laugh.”
You were never scared of vehicles.
Ever.
But sitting behind him, holding onto his waist… now that was a different thing. That made you extremely nervous.
Bucky was a really, really handsome man. He could have anyone so to be close to him like this, made you feel some kind of way.
Although he was rather quiet and reserved, he had a strong aura around himself. He looked like someone who was hard to approach, yet his eyes were so kind and his body was so warm, even in the cold evening, you could feel it radiating off of him.
When he arrived at your place, he helped you off your bike, you expected him to leave immediately but he didn’t.
“Thank you for the ride,” you said.
But he didn’t reply, he just looked at you, made you wonder if you had something on your face.
“Sam didn’t lie you know. About me liking you.” you didn’t know how to react or what to say. So you just stood there like an idiot, just staring at him and him staring at you. For a moment you thought you only imagined it, that he didn’t say anything. Maybe it was the shots you took playing with your mind.
“Huh?” was all you could manage and it made him laugh.
“I like you.” he was so straightforward.
“B-but…we just met, how can you be so sure?”
“I just have a feeling, so will you let me take you out on a date?”
Who would say no to that?
—
You were anxious. Nervous. Extremely nervous.
Your date with Bucky was today, he would be at your place to pick you up at any moment.
You tried to look nice, did your hair, make up and wore nice clothing to impress him. You were trying way too hard, but a man like him is worth it.
And soon, maybe way too soon, you heard the recognizable sound of a motorbike stopping by your place.
This was it, you took a deep breath as your phone rang.
You didn’t pick up, instead grabbed your jacket and headed out.
Seeing him leaning against his bike, wearing dark jeans and a tight top did something to you.
And he smiled. Gosh, his smile was amazing.
It made you realize that there was nothing to worry about, you smiled back, and you just knew what he meant, that feeling, because at that moment you felt it too. And you knew everything will be okay.
Jim was raised by a pit stop nun to be gods greatest mechanic and avenge the street racing crash that killed their family. Stede keeps track of everyone’s birthdays on a bike sticker. The secret library in his engine has somehow not caught on fire.
Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader Word count; 1.9k Warnings; mention of a motorcycle club, kids and bikes, pet names, and just a heap of FLUFF. A/N; my first ever one shot - came up with it after seeing this on tiktok, and I loved writing it. I have never written one before, only ever done series, so I hope you enjoy. I also made an aesthetic videotoo! Likes, replies, and reblogs are welcomed and cherished. Beta’d by my beautiful @thenhewaswrongaboutme. Thank you for putting up with my antics whilst writing this, you’re a saint. Appreciate you so much.
You hadn’t been convinced by the vicious rumours circling through the town of the local motorcycle club. Surely the club wasn’t as ominous as the townsfolk thought, right?
The hustle and bustle of the cafe was like a soothing melody to your ears as you sat in your favourite spot on the patio. You had only recently discovered the shop, but sitting here in this padded chair beside the arched window, drinking your coffee while the sun beat down on you, had become your favourite pastime. You were quick to make friends with the feisty owner, Carol - her fiery sense of humour and quick wit melding seamlessly with your own.
Marvel cafe was a cosy spot. The warm tones and inviting rustic vibe was a magnet for any aspiring writer or artist, the blue accents instilling in the patrons a sense of calm and inspiration. It also helped that they had the best coffee in the small town you now called home. It was across the street from a playground, where a group of kids were spinning themselves mercilessly and screaming with laughter when one of them fell over.
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