Title sums it up.
Inside this book includes:
- Bucky Barnes X Reader
- Peter Parker (TASM) X Reader
- Shang-Chi X Reader
- Clint Barton X Reader
- Steve Rogers X Reader
- Tony Stark X Reader
- Avengers Drabbles
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A/N: Also, can we just take a second to appreciate that dang coat? Like, uhm. Yes! (I really like that look...)
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"So?" You begin, pouring yourself a glass of water from the pitcher you'd placed in the middle of the dining room table you and your boyfriend are currently sitting at, across from one another.
"So," Bucky Barnes echoes, the slightest bit of a familiar smile trying to surface on his features.
"How did today go?" You hum, eyeing the man sitting across from you carefully, gauging his reaction.
"Well," He muses, taking a breath as if to figure out his next words. "I crossed another name off my amends list; Dr. Raynor was happy about that."
"That's good," You praise, passing your boyfriend a grin. "What else did you get up to while I was at work?"
Bucky frowns, seeming to be debating his next few words.
"Not much, other than checking up on Yori. Took him out for lunch," He explains, gaze falling from yours, the mood in the room becoming somber.
"And how was he?"
"Fine. He still misses his Son, though. I mean, who wouldn't? Considering he was murdered for no reason."
Bucky raises his head to meet your gaze once more, guilt shining in his conflicted stormy blue eyes.
"I still haven't figured out how to tell him."
Now it's your turn to frown, compassion swelling within you as you lean across the table, gently grasping his hand in yours.
"It'll come with time," You assure, voice a sternly assuring whisper, squeezing his hand softly. "But you didn't do anything else today? Learn something new?"
"I mean, if you count nearly dialling 911 by complete accident, something new, then I guess, sure. I did." Bucky chuckles with a shake of his head, seeming to be overcoming his previous guilty thoughts.
"How'd you manage to do that?" You laugh along with him, the sound of your mingled laughter filling the small, sparsely furnished apartment making your heart soar.
"Finger slipped," He shrugs, twisting in his seat to glance at the digital clock on the oven in the kitchen before turning back to you, a slightly excited glimmer in his eyes.
"What are you so excited about?" You muse playfully, gesturing to the slight blush dusting his cheeks and turning the tips of his ears pink.
"If I tell you, then it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?"
