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There is now a sequel to this story: Fish Are Friends. Not Food. (BuckyxReader) ~*~*~*~*~ Silence filled the air on a warm, peaceful Friday. Bees buzzed happily through the air as humming birds flitted back and forth. Days like this are few and far between. The calming atmosphere, accentuated by the warmth, and the vision of rolling green hills and beautiful meadows... ~Meanwhile, at Stark Tower.~ “Tony, where is the crescent wrench?” “Should be on the kitchen counter.” “Sweet, thanks.” A crash came from the kitchen and Bucky’s eye twitched. If it wasn’t bad enough that he had to live in the

Avenger's Tower. Inside one of the many rooms, curled up in a blanket on a couch, lay (y/n). Vision sat in the seat next to her, reading a novel. It was an off day. Slow and peaceful. A day when (y/n) had too much time to sit and think. Currently, her line of thought  was on the android that sat not five feet away from her. "Hey, Vis." "Yes." He glanced up from the book to find her looking nonchalantly at the wall. "I have a question." He gave her a perplexed look. "Is something the matter?" "No. Just a question that's been bugging me." He nodded and turned back to his book. "I see. What is it?" She was silent for a moment. "Can I have a kis