Bucky and Daisy: One shot 1#

Author's note: to all my followers, thank you for your patience. If you had moved on, I do not blame you. It has nearly been two years since I revisited this project. But I wanted to continue shipping these characters and keep as true as possible to the current events to the MCU. So, inspired by other fanfiction writers, I decided one shots and accept and review prompts by my readers. I want to keep shipping these characters (and how they are written in the MCU, why not and Bucky should become an agent as his comic counterpart was) but I want to see what happens in Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Season 5 before I write an actual story. The Black Panther and Infinity War is coming out beginning next year. Can NOT wait!

Author prompt: Daisy is separated from her group after their arrest from a mysterious group some of her memories are missing from that time. The only thing she remembers after she and the group were snatched was waking up surrounded by some wreckage and Bucky and the Black Panther at the border area of Wakanda. They take her in to recover and improve her gauntlets and self-healthcare. During which she and Bucky bonded, while he is in mental rehabilitation from the forced brainwashing. Heavily recording Bucky's condition and his rehabilitation, Bucky decides to turn himself in to the mercy of the UN court now that no one could take advantage of him.

It was sometime during the very early morning hours when I heard him enter the room. I lied still and kept my breathing normal to that of sleeping as I heard him gently place from what I can sense a duffle bag and remove his clothes. Bucky and I never have done it but in the last month we just found comfort in sleeping next to each other. We both shared our dirty laundry and crap with each other, and I guess with how we trouble connecting with people we care about, we find some acceptance with each other that no one else understands. We're vulnerable and we share that sense of intimacy. My thoughts are interrupted as felt the covers move and the mattress dip under a new weight carefully shuffling in. A large body of warmth lightly touched my back side as cold arm wrapped around my waist, gently bringing me closer to his warmth. Though in respect of friendship, we wear short sleeping clothes or just down to our underwear. I know he is leaving in a week, making security plans with the Dora Milaje to double check any possible scenarios and to see that who has a personal grudge against either Hydra or the Winter Soldier. Or even King T'Challa, for that matter. Either way we all expect a scenario where one or all delegates are biased and have written him off as an assassin and it would not matter if he was forced into this and couldn't control his actions no matter what. It just makes me so mad and….

"You know," said a low gruff voice, "S'not good to go to sleep mad. It makes people very tense in the morning."

I opened my eyes and let out sigh that I didn't know that I was holding in. I moved to hold his left hand in mine. He gave me a reassuring squeeze, rubbing his cool thumb over my hand. It goes without saying, 'This sucks, but it's the right thing to do for everyone.' It's almost fascinating and weird, since meeting each other we've getting into a synchronization of sort. We can almost read each other like an open book after 5 and a half months.

"I know that we both wish we could have some more time to explore whatever this is but me and the whole mess of problems that Hydra brought against the whole world, it needs to be done and over with," he said before pressing his lips to the back of my head.

It was at this point I pivoted around so now I was facing him, his and mine three inches away from each other. I could smell the subtle cleanliness that told me he showered before packing. It was dark but the moon was full and high, giving us a little light to see each other's faces. His scruff has grown and given how fast his beard grows now, much better since his health has gotten better over the past year, from what he has told me and what I've seen.

"Bucky…." I tried to say something but it's like the words just won't come out. I want him to stay. I want to be by his side. I want to keep hiding away from the world's crap, cause every time we try to fix it we become the scape goats in the process until they want something from us.

"I know, but I rather be one of those people who lives out in what they believe in than let the whole world go to hell. It's my world too," he answered in his Brooklyn accent. His arm around my waist went to rub my arm in a soothing manner. He kept doing that until hand went to cup my face. He always did it so carefully as if he was afraid to hurt me in some way. I reached up with my hands and pressed his hand into my face more. Miles, Ward and …. Lincoln. I loved Lincoln, his death just about ripped my heart out. But for the first time, I have a friend who is so…...special to me. If we had forever, I'd probably…. no. Don't think it.

"Why is life cruel?" I chuckled. I felt my eyes getting wet. Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned into his face and kissed his cheek. I'm hoping that I could convey 'that you mean so much to me' through that kiss. "That was pretty cliché of me, huh?"

We both began to giggle. "Yeah that was cliché Daisy." He chuckled. We stayed in a comfortable silence, till he broke it. "You know earlier today when we were going over evacuation routes the Dora Milaje have grown impressed of your combat and tech skills to help improve the security. They wanted me to ask you to join them and see if you help create an international delegation to represent powered or gifted individuals to help create positive awareness to help bridge an understanding between Inhumans and humans."

I scoffed before I could stop myself. "Yeah as if there no such thing as politicians who would abuse their power to slander us and have people continue to fear us in an unreasonable way. U.S. government barely blinked when that Senator was constantly publicizing fear and riling up the public. The UN will have the same people."

"Hey, hey," he whispered wrapping his arms around me. "Your shaking. Calm down. She's dead now and you on your amazing sense of multitasking your free time has allowed you to finally expose her and her support to the Watchdogs. Sure, Capitol Hill was pissed but I think you helped FBI have one of their dreams come true."

"Yeah in their case closing quotas within ten years is one corrupt politician," I cheered in sarcastic glee. Bucky only grinned at me in his "Bucky" way and gave my forehead a long kiss.

"Just because there's was one rotten apple doesn't mean the whole bushel is too. You must have confidence to get back out there. You owe it to yourself, lo-Daisy."

Letting out a heavy sigh, I knew was right. Besides this could help me find Coulson, May, Fitz and Simmons. And what's the big harm in trying to find people who can understand that Inhumans are people too. My thoughts were interrupted when a couple knuckles knocked softly against my forehead.

"Is that a 'yes'?" he asked, blinking his eyes in a puppy-like manner.

"Yes, okay? I'm going with you to an awesome five-star hotel in Geneva, where I am going to have the time off my working. Yeah." I yawned.

"We should get some sleep we have to be up by seven and be at a meeting at 8:30. Alirght?" he suggested, bringing me closer into his chest.

"Sure snuggles," I replied before snuggling into his warmth more. Just before I was totally asleep though I could feel his fingers still stroking my back, me softly to sleep.

Well readers. I hope you like it. Again I am accepting prompt requests, and I hope I can fulfill those well. Until next time. Bye…..