(Bucky Barnes x Reader) Why Can't I?

Bucky Barnes x Reader
Why Can’t I? (One-Shot)

(A/N: If you aren’t Canadian, just pretend, k? K.)


Bucky was sitting on the couch with his arms folded across his chest. He was glaring straight ahead, lips in a tight line. He didn’t like where things were heading, and he was trying to formulate a plan to keep time from moving forward.

(Y/n) sat in front of Tony Stark, letting him play with her (h/c) hair. She was conveniently situated between his knees so he had better access, and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of him playing with her locks.

Bucky tried his best not to growl, and managed to click his tongue to keep himself from going berserk. Ever since the Hydra incident, he had been asked to move into the Avengers Tower to stay under surveillance. Which wasn’t all that bad since Steve lived there, so he agreed to come. That’s when he met her, the beautiful (h/c)ette from Canada that melted his frozen heart, who he wanted to give the world to yet didn’t know how.

He was biting his lower lip while walking through plans in his mind, when her melodic laughter brought him back to focus.

“Oh, Tony, you’re so silly!” She was smiling, and it made Bucky’s heart beat a little faster.

“Only for you, sweet-heart.” Tony smirked down at her, trying to braid her hair.

Bucky couldn’t stand it. He stood up and marched over to the two of them, standing beside (Y/n).

She looked up at him and grinned, “Hey, Buckster, what’s up?”

He smirked to himself, bending down to pick her up, effectively throwing her over his shoulder.

“HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! BUCKY! PUT ME DOWN!” She tried to hit his back, but wasn’t getting any closer to being put down. If anything, his grip on her tightened.

He walked away from the living room towards the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for the door to open. After a few moments of listening to the hits on his back and a sling of curses being thrown at him, the door opened to reveal Steve already inside.

Steve looked up from his phone (which he was still trying to figure out) and smiled at his friend, “Oh, hey, Bucky. What have you got there?”

Bucky entered the elevator and pressed his floor number, “I want this. It’s now mine.”

“WHAT?! OH, NO, JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN!” the thumps were getting harder, but they just made him chuckle.

Steve looked at his friend worriedly, “Uh, Bucky? You know you can’t own people, right?”

Bucky scoffed, “Uh, yeah I can. She’s a Canadian. You can own one of them.”

The laughter that emanated from Steve was instantaneous. When he finally caught his breath, he looked up to see Bucky looking at him seriously. “You were serious? Bucky, dude, you can’t own a Canadian.”

“Yeah I can, man. See? I’m doing it right now.”

“No, you’re kidnapping.”

“And why can’t I own a Canadian?”

“Because it’s illegal.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and bounced (Y/n) to better hold her onto his shoulder. “Dude, we won World War II, which means we can do what we want and own what we want. This is mine. I claim it.” The elevator pinged and opened, allowing Bucky and a trapped (Y/n) to disembark, with Steve following closely behind, “Bucky! Wait! That's not right! You can’t do that!”



-----Extended Ending-----

Tony and Clint were still in the living room hysterically laughing at the elevator footage between Steve and Bucky.

“Poor (Y/n), did you really have to go and make Snowflake jealous?” Clint managed to get out between laughs.

Tony wiped a tear from his eye, “She’ll thank me later.”