My Wife | Bucky Barnes · Y/n story by @buckybarnesfan

It’s a Tuesday afternoon, and the main common floor of Avengers Tower is humming with its usual controlled chaos. The scent of coffee and ozone hangs in the air.

Tony Stark

voice carrying from the kitchen island —so I told him, if it’s not vibranium, I’m not interested. It’s a principle thing.

Steve Rogers

sighs, not looking up from his sketchbook It was a toaster, Tony.

Sam Wilson

A very nice toaster!

Natasha Romanoff is perched on a barstool, polishing a knife with a disturbingly focused calm. Clint Barton is upside down on a couch, balancing a bag of chips on his forehead. Bruce Banner is frowning at a tablet in an armchair by the window. Thor is nowhere in sight.

Tony Stark

finally glances over Huh. FRIDAY, we have a guest. Unannounced. Priority clearance. Who’s breaking my protocols?

FRIDAY

smooth, Irish-accented voice from the ceiling Facial recognition identifies the individual as Y/n. Access granted per Sergeant Barnes’s override.

Natasha Romanoff

stops polishing, eyes snapping to you Barnes’s override?

Sam Wilson

turns, squinting Y/n who?

Tony Stark

stands up, walking around the island with a curious, assessing look Okay. Y/n. And you are… looking for someone? Because the gift shop is three floors down.