You were wringing your hands when the elevator came to a stop. Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America, gave you a reassuring smile as he escorted you through Avengers Tower. With the help of Black Widow and the Falcon, Steve had rescued you from the HYDRA where they had been experimenting on you. "Are you sure about this, Captain?" you asked nervously. You had no control over these powers of yours and it frightened you.

Steve replied, "Absolutely. And call me Steve. Just breath and be yourself, Y/N." You nodded as the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival. Several pairs of eyes turned your way when you entered the room with Steve. "Guys, this is Y/N." Steve explained that he had offered to train you and that you would have a room at the tower as long as you wanted.

You were soon being greeted by the rather large group of people, but you noticed that one man stayed off to the side. He was staring intently at you with his bright blue eyes. After the crowd dispersed, you took a deep breath. Before you could say anything else, you felt a tap on your shoulder that startled you. You jumped, turned and your powers made themselves known as your ice froze the metal arm of the blue-eyed stranger.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" you exclaimed. You looked up at his face, saw the shock there and ran from the room. That was what you had been worried about. Losing control. "Hey, hold on!" you heard from behind you. You turned and found your blue-eyed man running up to you, the ice melting as he ran. "I'm really sorry. I can't always control it," you said. You hated hearing the weakness in your own voice. "It's alright, really. If anyone here understands losing control, it's me. I'm Bucky."

You took a moment to look at his face. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. His lips were slightly upturned in a smirk. "I'm Y/N," you replied then mentally face palmed. "You already knew that. I'm really bad at this." Bucky laughed with you. "I am too. I know you're here to train with Steve, but how about you and I go grab lunch?" For some reason, you felt comfortable with Bucky so you readily agreed. It was the first lunch of many.

You and Bucky became fast friends. You spent every moment together as you could. You could even anticipate each other's moves so Steve often paired you up on missions. To make a long story short, Bucky was one of your best friends. He was the only one that understood how frightened you were of losing control and you were one of the only people that Bucky trusted.

Currently, you were in the kitchen baking an apple pie for Steve. "Hey, Doll. It smells great in here," Bucky commented when he entered the kitchen. You flashed him a smile and turned back to the apples. Bucky sat at the counter for a minute, but then started pacing. That's how you knew there was something on his mind. He always paced when something was bothering him. "What's up, Buck?" He didn't say anything. Just gave you a look and continued pacing.

Unfortunately, the one time that Bucky wasn't paying attention was the one time Tony's robotic vacuum was making its daily rounds. He tripped over it and cursed loudly. "Language!" Steve called from the room across the hall causing you to laugh. Bucky wasn't laughing and you glanced down at him. He was gazing up at you with fear in his eyes. "Bucky, what is it?" He stood up and brushed himself off. "It's nothing. Forget about it," he said. He started to leave the room.

"James Buchanan Barnes! You get back here and tell me what the heck is going on with you," you cried. He turned back to you and you softened your tone. "Bucky, please tell me what's going on." Bucky came back over to you and held your gaze. "It's just been a long time since I felt like this. I really like you, Y/N. Probably more than I should," he said so softly you could barely hear him. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I like you too, Buck."