Bucky Barnes one shots

[05] Market

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You walked down the busy market street heading for the fresh fruit stand. The market was every Saturday so you always went. You began to learn the faces of The venders and there names. You were going to Emma and her mothers Sylvia's fresh fruit stand. They had the best cherries and plums in the market.

You walked up and smiled at Emma. "Can I get a kg of black cherries and five plums." You asked. "Sure (y/n), how was your week?" Emma replied looking up as she grabbed handfuls of cherries and placed them on the weighing scales. "It's been well and you?" You smiled. You were watching Sylvia, she was helping a man with kind of long brown hair. He was wearing a brown jacket. He turned his head slightly and you quickly directed your vision the fruit in front of you. "Here (y/n). That will be €5" Emma smiled. You handed her the money and walked away.

You spotted the man again on your way home. You walked a head of him and into your apartment building and up the stairs. It wasn't the nicest places but it was home. You opened your door and walked in and turned around to close it when you saw the man. He was opening the door across the hall. You watched as he walked into his apartment and closed the door.

~ 3 weeks later ~

You had gotten used to seeing the mystery man. He always went to the market on a Saturday so you decided to introduce yourself. You left your apartment and locked the door. Just as you turned to look across the hall he left his apartment as well. "Excuse me." You said. He looked at you. "This might sound weird but I have noticed you go to the market every Saturday at the same time as me so I thought maybe we could walk together. I'm (y/n) by the way." You smiled and put your hand out form him to shake it. He looked at your hand and reluctantly shook it. "I'm Bucky." He replied blankly. You smiled and the two of you walked down the stairs.

You didn't talk until you left the building. "So how long have you lived here." You asked trying to make conversation. "Three months." He replied bluntly and glancing at you. You nodded and looked at the ground. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound of the market. A smile grew on your face. "Do you want to split up." You asked looking at him. "No the company would be nice." He replied. A huge grin grew on your face.

The pair of you walked through the market until you got to Emma's. "Same as usual." Emma asked. You nodded and Bucky asked for his own stuff. Emma handed you the bag and you waited for Bucky. "Let's go." He announced. You began to walk. "You're not from here." You blurted. "No I'm not. I'm American." Bucky replied, looking at you. You smiled "while I'm not from here either." "I'm figured that out." He hummed. You continued to walk home.

You arrived at your apartment. "Do you want to come in for tea." You offered. "Sure." He smiled. It was the first time he smiled. He followed you into your apartment. You placed your shopping on the counter and put the kettle on. Bucky sat down on your couch. You made a pot of tea and you talked to Bucky for awhile. It was pleasant.

~ 1 year later ~

You and Bucky had become amazing friends over the past year. You went to the market together every Saturday and Bucky would come over to your apartment once in awhile. Today you were sick so you couldn't go to the market. You told Bucky when he came over earlier. So he said he would pick up the things you wanted. You were watching the news when the bombing came on. You watched intrigued. The news anchor listed the number injured and dead. You went to the bathroom before they mentioned who they think did it.

Bucky knocked on your door. He came in and dropped off your stuff. "Here's your stuff and how are you feeling." He put a hand to your forehead. "Your fevers gone down." Bucky smiled "but you should still rest." "Will do." You smiled and Bucky left.