Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: None (Reader is senior in high school BUT they're 18, I never write anything about anyone under 18 when it comes to fics unless it's necessary)

Words: 842

I tried to make this non-binary at first but it just got a bit complicated with all the 'theys' and at one point (since they reader doesn't say their name for a while) I had to refer to them as 'the person' and to me it's just awkward to read. If you're non-binary or don't use feminine pronouns I suggest not reading this as a 'x reader' story but just as a story with an oc. I'm sorry =(

Also an fyi I'm 19 I'm out of school already (For a year almost a year now thank god). My school never had a bullying problem and I personally never got physically picked so I'm going off what I've seen via media. If you're short and someone picks on you for it say "I'm not short, I'm fun-sized!" You're perfect no matter what your height.

And remember Bullies bully because 1) they're horrible people and/or 2) THEY are insecure about something and they're getting the attention off of them by putting it on you. Always report bullying and stick up for someone getting bullied. (Tell someone, teacher/parent, it's not "Tattle tailing" it's doing the right thing.)

Texas Bobcat: here's a Bucky one, not the last one I'll being writing either ^_^

THANK YOU to everyone who reviews.

Bucky stared at his exhibit in the museum. He didn't know how long he stood there just staring at it, trying to memorize it. It was only after he heard something hit the ground, and felt something hit his shoe, that he looked away. He looked down to see a pair of glasses that had skidded across the floor before being stopped by his shoe. Bucky looked across the room to see someone had been tripped. Two middle-school boys near the person snickered before running away. Bucky frowned and picked up the glasses; he looked down at them a moment before walking over to the person. They felt around for their glasses, cursing quietly, only to stop when the glasses were suddenly in front of their face. They looked up, their hood falling off, and Bucky blinked down at the girl.

"Oh, thank you." She said as she took the glasses before putting them on. She looked up again to see him clearly and smiled before standing.

"Does that happen often?" He asked in a quiet voice, as if he didn't want anyone but her to hear what it sounded like.

"Getting tripped or losing my glasses?" She asked with a forced chuckle. "More often than you'd think." She admitted. Bucky frowned. Suddenly her watch beeped, making him jump, and she looked down at it. "Thank you again for giving me my glasses, I have to go, hope you have a good day." She said with a smile before she turned and walked away. Bucky tilted his head as he watched her leave.

…

He didn't know why he followed her; maybe it was the feeling that something else could happen to her or the feeling that he'd been in this type of situation before. She was about 20 feet ahead of him, completely unaware of his presence, heading down the sidewalk. He'd make sure she got to wherever she was going safely then he'd… well then he'd stop following her. He didn't have a plan of what to do after that; he was slightly relieved having given himself something to do at least for a little while before he returned to wandering the city, trying to bring back any memories he could. Ahead of him he saw her stop and realized there were three boys – possibly the same age as her maybe even younger than her, it was hard to tell since she was so short – blocking her way. Bucky stopped and watched as one of the boys took her glasses from her and held them up.

"H-Hey, I need those!" She squeaked as she reached for them.

"Then take 'em back, shorty!" The boy said before he and the others laughed. Of course the people walking by, well they did just that, walked right past the situation and ignored it. One of the other boys gave her a shove causing her to fall backwards onto the ground. Bucky's eyes narrowed and without even thinking he headed over. The third boy nudged the other two when he saw him coming. When the other two saw him they looked just as frightened. Bucky held out his hand for the glasses but the boy dropped them and ran away to catch up with the other two who'd already bolted. Bucky picked up the glasses from the ground, they had a small scratch on the lens now, before he extended his right hand to the girl.

"Ow…" She looked up and saw his blurred figure, she took his hand and he pulled her up. Bucky handed her the glasses.

"They got a bit scratched…" he said in a quiet voice.

"That's okay; it's not the first time." She said as she put her hood back up and put the glasses on. "Didn't think I'd see you again." She said with a small smile.

"Do they do that often?" Bucky asked with a frown as he watched the boys running away.

"Uh… yeah. I know, it's pathetic, a senior getting picked on my juniors because she's so short she's mistaken for a freshman." She said pushing her glasses up her nose.

"That's no reason to pick on you." Bucky said as he looked down at her. She shrugged.

"Yeah, but the year is almost over so soon I won't have to deal with it anymore." She said with a smile.

"How close is your home?" Bucky asked. The girl blinked up at him. "I just… I want to make sure you get home okay…" he said as he looked away.

"Oh, it's just around the corner." She said with a smile. "Thank you for caring." Bucky glanced back at her. "But… if you wanna walk me there…" she said with a shrug, looking down, playing with her fingers. "I'd be okay with that." She glanced back up at him as he nodded. She smiled and the two started walking down the side walk. "My name's Y/N by the way." She said as she glanced up at him. He glanced down at her.

"…James." He said.