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Bucky Barnes was not a fan of many things in the 21st century. One of the biggest ones was how fake people were. Not just their attitudes, but their bodies. He found it strange that people would change so much about themselves. Bucky had spent so long as a solider, so long being at the mercy of hard people, both mentally and physically. He craved the feeling of softness. So when Nat explained the concept of fake boobs, liposuction, and lip fillers, after a very confused Bucky was introduced to trash TV by Sam, Bucky was appalled.
"You mean... they put plastic in their chests? Why don't they just eat more?"
"Because being thin is seen as desirable. I'm an Avenger, and even I've been size-shamed by the media before, Barnes. It's pretty nasty out there for people, women especially."
"People can be really shitty about each other." Sam grabbed another beer, shaking his head. "Just yesterday, I had to tell off a few of the interns for being disgusting about Y/N. I'm going to talk with Pepper about being more selective with who they let into the building."
That comment caught Bucky's attention. When it came to Y/N, he was very much focused in on her. She was the epitome of softness. She was short and curvy, a full chest that he struggled to keep his eyes away from, with a soft belly that he imagined peppering with gentle kisses, and an ass that looked equal amounts squishy and firm. Bucky was aware that she wasn't thin by any means, nor unhealthily large. Y/N was just a curvy, healthy, beautiful woman, who looked wonderful in dresses as she pottered about Banner's lab. She had become friends with Nat and Sam through Bruce, and would often bake sweet treats for the team. Once Y/N had heard that both Steve and Bucky needed about 4 times the normal amount of calories per day, she had begun cooking and baking often at the Tower, just so that they had food to spare.
Bucky had started developing feelings for Y/N after he realised that he was daydreaming about her baking for only him in a house of their own. Bucky wondered what it would be like to kiss her neck while she frosted cupcakes, untying the cute flowery apron that she always wore, going down on to his knees to praise her body...
"Yeah, Y/N seemed pretty upset about it. She tried to play it off, but I know she feels self-conscious sometimes about her body."
"What? Why?!"
That comment slipped out of Bucky before he could stop it. Sam stared at Bucky with surprise, but Nat just gave him a knowing smirk. Bucky began to blush, but carried on with his thought.
"Y/N shouldn't feel self-conscious. She's beautiful. Back in the 40s, it was normal to have soft parts. Healthy, even. I've seen the work outs that she keeps up with. Y/N is healthy and smart, and those interns don't know what they are talking about."
Bucky knew that he was rambling, and both Nat and Sam were now smirking at him (Sam was practically beaming). Just on cue, Y/N walked into the room with Steve, carrying three trays of baked goods.
"If Tony doesn't notice the marks, then I'm sure you could just leave it as it is. It's okay, the roads have changed a lot in the past 70 years..."
Y/N and Steve looked up at the scene in front of them. Bucky looked like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and was bright red. Sam and Nat where cackling, looking between Y/N and Bucky. Steve, for his part, was munching on a muffin. His superior hearing had meant that he had caught the tail end of the conversation, and being Bucky's lifelong friend, was very aware of the crush that the man had on the young scientist. Y/N, however, was oblivious. Her own crush was held close to her chest, fearing that he would reject her. Y/N knew that she was smart, and she tried to be kind, but was also aware of her body. Her round, squishy belly would never be flat, and her breasts, while large, were too heavy to sit high on her chest like model's did. While her bum was relatively perky, her thick thighs and prominent hips meant that Y/N didn't think she looked all that attractive. She was soft, and Y/N knew that nothing would ever change that. Bucky, like everyone on the Avenger's team, could have anyone. Why would he ever go for someone like her?
"I have some muffins. Oh, Nat, I know that you like the red velvet ones, so there are some extras in the fridge. Yelena mentioned that she wanted to try them too, so could you let her know that they are there?"
Y/N moved to sit down on the couch, careful not to take up too much room. She was aware of Bucky's stare - why was he looking for freaked out? It made her more self-conscious than usual, worried that there was something wrong with her appearance. Running her hands over her flowery dress, Y/N felt the curves and rolls of her body, a reminder of her shortcomings. Frowning at the pile of muffins, perched on the coffee table and currently being attacked by three Avengers, Y/N tried to figure out what could be wrong with Bucky.
Bucky was having a very tough time keeping his eyes away from Y/N. Her elegant hands ran over her curves, and made Bucky's hands itch to do the same. She bounced slightly on the couch as she rearranged herself, and her breasts jiggled with the movement. She sat a seat apart from him, and Bucky desperately wanted to close the gap.
"Budge along, I'm an old man." Steve said, gently tapping Y/N to give him room to sit on the couch.
Immediately, Y/N jumped up and moved over for Steve, whose bulk took a large portion of the couch.
"I'm sorry, I should have thoug-"
In her haste to move over, Y/N slide right beside Bucky, almost planting herself on his lap. Bucky automatically grabbed for her waist, steadying her as Nat and Sam took the opportunity to violently grab for the muffins. The flurry of activity, and the uncharacteristic manspreading of one Steve Rodgers meant that little space was available for Y/N other than right beside Bucky.
"I'm so sorry, I must be squishing you. Here, let me move-"
Y/N was bright red, very aware of Bucky's hands on her soft waist, her plush thighs on his strong ones. She tried to stand up, but his arms moved to encircle her, pulling her back down against him.
"You couldn't squish me if you tried. It's okay, doll." He cooed in her ear, wanting to calm her down.
Bucky's earlier flustering had been momentarily forgotten upon feeling Y/N so close to him. Every soft, feminine part of her was pressed close to him, and if holding her on his lap and out of the way of the now borderline violent battle for muffins was a possibility, then he would do so until she asked him to stop. Y/N's squishy high cheeks blushed bright pink, and she ceased her struggling. Steve was taking up so much of the couch, leaning over towards the coffee table and grabbing as many muffins as he could in his large hands, that Y/N was forced to settle on Bucky's lap. He positioned her so that she sat sideways, facing the others, and kept an arm around her.
Bucky couldn't believe that he had just been so bold, and if the smirk from Nat and the manic grin from Sam was to be anything to go by, he would be hearing a lot about this in the next few days. Or weeks. But as Y/N leaned back into his chest, relaxing slightly, Bucky struggled to care. A quick wink from Steve, who was being almost comical with the amount of couch that he was claiming, suggested that the real mastermind was taking his reward in the form of muffins.
"I'll make you a batch later, sorry that you didn't get any muffins." Y/N whispered to Bucky.
"Its okay, muffin. I didn't want to risk the other arm in the fight." Bucky whispered back, making Y/N snort a laugh and blush, as he punctuated his with a light squeeze.
Settling back into his seat, Bucky ignored the heated discussion on muffin flavours that had broken out, and instead focused on the feeling of Y/N's soft body, and sweet scent of vanilla.