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  "I don't know about this, (Y/N)," Bucky mumbles as you both walk up to the wooden door. You knock before smiling at him. You could understand why he was worried, but you knew he'd be fine.
  "It'll be okay, Bucky. Just calm down, okay? They'll love you," you assure, placing a hand on his bicep calmingly. He nods, taking a deep breath before the door swings open.

  "(Y/N)!" an older woman shouts, pulling you in tightly. She smothers you as she holds you closely in her excitement. You hug her back, used to the common bear hugs. She was your mom, after all. However, she pulls away quicker than usual. In the blink on an eye, her hands are tightly woven around Bucky. She coos over him, mentioning how much she's heard about him. He seems surprised at her warm welcome; and the fact she didn't so much as flinch at his metal arm. Like mother like daughter, he supposed. Your dad steps in behind you mother, bringing you in for a hug as your mom creates small talk with Bucky. You overhear her mention how handsome he was. Once her attention is on you again, your dad greets Bucky. He goes to shake his hand, and to Bucky's relief, he uses his right hand rather than his left.

  "Nice to meet you, Bucky!" he grins. Once your all in the house, you excuse yourself from your parents to show Bucky around your childhood home. You laugh over the memories some of the decorations or rooms had brought up as you went along.

  By the time you had finished, more people had filled the house for your family party. You greet them all, introducing them to Bucky. You had to leave him alone at one point to talk to your sibling after being assured he was fine. After the small conversation, you walk back over to him. You smile as you notice him relaxing around everyone, easily able to talk to your family. You knew he had no reason to be worried. You and Bucky made your way over to the table holding snacks.

  "What'd I tell you?" you ask playfully as you nudge him, "You have nothing to be afraid of. I knew they'd love you."

  He smiles at your statement as he agrees with you. Per usual, you were right. Suddenly, you were brought in by a hug by one of your relatives.

  "Oh, (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long!" your aunt coos. You hug her back gently. You hadn't seen a lot of your family after you moved to New York for, originally, college. Now you work as an Avenger and SHIELD agent. You introduce her to Bucky. She greets him, but eyes him warily.

  "What happened to your arm?" she asks in a sweet, passive aggressive tone. This irks you as you shoot her a warning look. You knew that your mom had told everyone not to mention his metal arm or past as the Winter Soldier. Bucky bites back a cringe as he looks to his arm.

  "I, uh, fell off a train..." he explains quietly. She nods understandingly and continues to ask about the arm. By now, you're glaring at her and shaking your head subtly. You knew she already knew the answer to these questions. She wasn't an idiot and she had been to the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum before. Bucky tries to hide his discomfort as he answers any of her questions. Holding his arm gently, you look to your aunt.

  "It was nice talking to you, Aunt Barbra, but we should go say hi to Uncle Scott before he leaves," you say in an apologetic tone before pulling Bucky away, "Come on, Bucky."

  "Wait a minute!" you aunt sounds as if she just had an epiphany before you can walk away. She points at Bucky accusingly, smile still present on her face.

  "You're the Winter Solider! I knew you looked familiar," she explains. Bucky looks to the ground guiltily.

  "W-was..." he mumbles. She leans in closer, putting a hand up to her ear.

  "What's that? I couldn't hear you, you were so quiet," she states, motioning to her hearing aid. Shaking her head before he can respond, she holds out a plate.

  "Brownie?" she asks innocently. Before you can even think about it, you slap the plate out of her hands and onto the floor. The overcooked, dry pieces of charcoal roll across the carpeting with a clatter. You stare at her with a hard glare as her and Bucky look at you with surprise.

  "No one wants your fucking trash brownies," you growl, "You hear that? Or do I have to repeat it?"

    Her face holds a shocked look before contorting into one of disbelief. She opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off before she can.

  "Shut your mouth, Barbra," you glare before turning to Bucky with a softening gaze, "Let's go, Buck."

  You stalk off with your boyfriend before Barbra had the chance to lose some of her teeth like she had her third husband.

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  "I don't know about this, (Y/N)," Bucky mumbles as you both walk up to the wooden door. You knock before smiling at him. You could understand why he was worried, but you knew he'd be fine.
  "It'll be okay, Bucky. Just calm down, okay? They'll love you," you assure, placing a hand on his bicep calmingly. He nods, taking a deep breath before the door swings open.

  "(Y/N)!" an older woman shouts, pulling you in tightly. She smothers you as she holds you closely in her excitement. You hug her back, used to the common bear hugs. She was your mom, after all. However, she pulls away quicker than usual. In the blink on an eye, her hands are tightly woven around Bucky. She coos over him, mentioning how much she's heard about him. He seems surprised at her warm welcome; and the fact she didn't so much as flinch at his metal arm. Like mother like daughter, he supposed. Your dad steps in behind you mother, bringing you in for a hug as your mom creates small talk with Bucky. You overhear her mention how handsome he was. Once her attention is on you again, your dad greets Bucky. He goes to shake his hand, and to Bucky's relief, he uses his right hand rather than his left.

  "Nice to meet you, Bucky!" he grins. Once your all in the house, you excuse yourself from your parents to show Bucky around your childhood home. You laugh over the memories some of the decorations or rooms had brought up as you went along.

  By the time you had finished, more people had filled the house for your family party. You greet them all, introducing them to Bucky. You had to leave him alone at one point to talk to your sibling after being assured he was fine. After the small conversation, you walk back over to him. You smile as you notice him relaxing around everyone, easily able to talk to your family. You knew he had no reason to be worried. You and Bucky made your way over to the table holding snacks.

  "What'd I tell you?" you ask playfully as you nudge him, "You have nothing to be afraid of. I knew they'd love you."

  He smiles at your statement as he agrees with you. Per usual, you were right. Suddenly, you were brought in by a hug by one of your relatives.

  "Oh, (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long!" your aunt coos. You hug her back gently. You hadn't seen a lot of your family after you moved to New York for, originally, college. Now you work as an Avenger and SHIELD agent. You introduce her to Bucky. She greets him, but eyes him warily.

  "What happened to your arm?" she asks in a sweet, passive aggressive tone. This irks you as you shoot her a warning look. You knew that your mom had told everyone not to mention his metal arm or past as the Winter Soldier. Bucky bites back a cringe as he looks to his arm.

  "I, uh, fell off a train..." he explains quietly. She nods understandingly and continues to ask about the arm. By now, you're glaring at her and shaking your head subtly. You knew she already knew the answer to these questions. She wasn't an idiot and she had been to the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian Museum before. Bucky tries to hide his discomfort as he answers any of her questions. Holding his arm gently, you look to your aunt.

  "It was nice talking to you, Aunt Barbra, but we should go say hi to Uncle Scott before he leaves," you say in an apologetic tone before pulling Bucky away, "Come on, Bucky."

  "Wait a minute!" you aunt sounds as if she just had an epiphany before you can walk away. She points at Bucky accusingly, smile still present on her face.

  "You're the Winter Solider! I knew you looked familiar," she explains. Bucky looks to the ground guiltily.

  "W-was..." he mumbles. She leans in closer, putting a hand up to her ear.

  "What's that? I couldn't hear you, you were so quiet," she states, motioning to her hearing aid. Shaking her head before he can respond, she holds out a plate.

  "Brownie?" she asks innocently. Before you can even think about it, you slap the plate out of her hands and onto the floor. The overcooked, dry pieces of charcoal roll across the carpeting with a clatter. You stare at her with a hard glare as her and Bucky look at you with surprise.

  "No one wants your fucking trash brownies," you growl, "You hear that? Or do I have to repeat it?"

    Her face holds a shocked look before contorting into one of disbelief. She opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off before she can.

  "Shut your mouth, Barbra," you glare before turning to Bucky with a softening gaze, "Let's go, Buck."

  You stalk off with your boyfriend before Barbra had the chance to lose some of her teeth like she had her third husband.