Time's Quite Cruel (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
One second before, you were standing in a grimy alleyway, staring up at the blue sky smeared with wispy clouds.
The next, the sky was an onyx color, dotted with stars, the two garbage cans beside you smelling horrendous.
One second before, It was 3:56 P.M.
The next, it was 8:30 P.M.
I should clarify, it had been 3:56 P.M., (Month) (Day), 2015. Now it was 8:30 P.M., December 21, 1943.
You hurried out of the alley, scanning the street across from you. Spotting your destination, you jaywalked across and stood underneath a glowing streetlamp for a minute.
'Okay, this will be nothing like last time. No modern slang, don't say you're a time traveler, and don't stay for too long,' were among some of the thoughts to yourself. You couldn't risk getting discovered, or else you would be labelled as crazy or cause some major time paradox.
This trip was supposed to be a relaxing break from your regular life, after all. Your job as a (Y/J) was incredibly demanding and you had to pay rent/stud
Memories- Bruce x Reader Chap. 6You walked through the doors to the lab just in time to see Tony absent-mindedly lean on an active Bunsen burner and then reel away, hissing in pain at his now burned hand.
You were quick to grab him, taking his hand in yours to as you pulled water from the air to coat it and then blew on it gently until a thin layer of ice developed on the waters surface to seal it around the hand and cool it.
You left him to stare at his now frozen icepack-like hand without a word and went to turn off the burner as he frowned, “Are you trying to give me gangrene Icicle? Cause I’ll have you know I really like these fingers. A lot.”
You rolled your eyes, “Calm down Robocop. I’ll unfreeze it in just a second… not that it’s actually frozen anyways. There are much better ways to mess with you than that.”
Bruce watched the exchange silently, shocked by what had just happened and how casual the two of you acted over it. True to your word you stepped over and
Memories- Bruce x Reader Chap. 3Surprisingly Tony stayed out of your way for the next hour or so, allowing you and Bruce to discuss the best way to locate the Tesseract. Bruce had so many questions for you but now didn’t seem to be the best time to ask them so he settled for working with you and at times just watching you.
You were still just as beautiful to him as the day you’d met though your hair was shorter and your smile seemed to lack it’s usual brightness. He was wondering what you had been through that might have caused that when you sighed, leaning back to rub at your eyes, and then pulled out a pair of reading glasses.
His reading glasses.
Bruce came home from a two day science convention to your tiny, shared apartment, eager to be home with you. He opened the door to find you sitting in front of a large canvas, covered in paint smudges, with a frown on your face. You would sit for days once you hit your stride with a painting and Bruce just grinned, he loved to watch you