Bucky observed fascinated how all the little girls danced at their ballet lesson, speccially how his little girl did. Shine could be appreciated in Bucky’s eyes. He had been a good dancer when he lived in Brooklyn, so dancing for him was something special.
“Fathers, it’s your turn.” said your daughter’s teacher, raising his hands in an attempt to introduce them into the dance. The brown-haired girl run into Bucky’s arms, wanting to come back to his lesson.
“Follow my steps, daddy. Do whatever I do.” she said when they both reach out their positions.
Although he had never practiced ballet, it was quite cute to imitate the little girl’s movements.
A/N : I wrote this and the following chapter in a day, I don’t why but the idea of unfortunate encounters with Bucky inspired me, it’s been a while I haven’t written for the Marvel fandom, so I hope you’ll like it :)
Warnings : Punch, broken jaw, spilled burning coffee ( is it really a warning? ) and crappy writing… ( sorry )
Halloween was commercial ! It was an appropriation by the consumation society to make an even bigger profit than the other period of the year.
Candies, seasonal snacks and drinks, decorations, events, haunted houses… Their only goal was to steal the honest people’s money.
Which is why, this year, you decided to become one of the instrument of that overpowerful society. By becoming a monster in a haunted house !
At the time, it sounded like hell of an idea… Now not so much….
You’ve heard about the super fun and well paid experience of working in a haunted house, so of course, you’ve applied to the job and became the ephemeral place’s entitled werewolf.
At first, you scrunched up your nose at the news. Yay, being disguised as a half human half dog being, so cool…
But at least, you were a cool version of a werewolf, wild hair, long white teeth, fake claws fake contact lenses, teared clothes and make up to match the style and give a scary touch to the mix.
After only a few shifts in the haunted house, things started to go south for you, and unbeknownst, itw as only the beginning….
The house had transformed one of its wings into a dark forrest, which floor was covered in fake grass and « jonchée » of bones, cracking under the feet of the visitors. And you were supposed to jump from between the trees, covered in blood and baring your fake fangs to the already rather scared people who dared to wander in your territory.
The very evening of Halloween, you had to step up your game and look twice as scary to make all the children and daring adults shit their pants, at least, that’s what your boss said, even if you prayed it wouldn’t literally happen, at least not in your area…
You were waiting, crouched behind the fake trees, for newcomers to enter your wing, legs starting to hurt from how long you’ve been maintaining the uncomfortable position.
« Calm down, Bucky, we’re almost out »
As the masculine voice reached your ears, you stood up abruptly and got into character, giving yourself a mental speech.
« I’m a mean werewolf, hungry for human flesh, and mostly for money, so if I want it, I need to scare the hell out of those humans, let’s go »
« I can’t understand by you get shit scared by fake monster when you’re fighting nazis almost every week » another voice rang , sounding closer this time.
You heard a groan and waited for your preys to be at the perfect place to be pounced on and jumped right out from between the trees.
There was a tall bulky man right in front of you and without thinking you chose him as your dedicated victim for this group.
You advanced toward him, but alerted by your roars he’d already turned to you, eyes wide in fear and had a small backing movement before his fist came colliding with the side of your face.
The punch sent you flying back against one of the fake trees, which produced a very unpleasant noise, and all you could feel was pain and shock.
Your whole skull was throbbing from the impact of his fist and the pain in your back was almost able to rivalize with the previous one.
Around you, gasps and scream echoed while you were gritting your teeth in a vain attemps at controlling your pain.
« Oh god, are you alright ? »
Someone has crouched down beside you and held your shoulder, trying to get a look at your face, you noticed a few other pairs of feet in your line of vision, joining the first person.
As the shock subdued, on the complete opposite of the pain, you replayed what happened and remembered your attacker. You tried to lift your head as slow as possible as to not worsen the throbbing and search the little crowd with your eyes for the guy who was responsible for the possible concussion you would be diagnosed for, except if you were going to die, that is !
And there he was ! The fear was still evident on his face but now it was twisted with a dose of remorse / guilt.
With you teeth still gritted like your life depended on it, you managed to give a piece of your mind at that stranger.
« Why the hell did you punch me ?! »
Everyone person present in the area turned to him, waiting for an answer but as he start to open his mouth, visibly even more embarrassed, you didn’t let him say anything.
« You f*ck*ng idiot ! What the f*ck, if you’re scared of haunted house don’t go there, you asshole ! Go f*ck yourself elsewhere before I call a lawyer, you dick ! »
You spat all the harsh words you could think about at the moment, your mind blurry from the adrenaline =, while the pain gave you the urge to get it all out and maybe feel a little bit better. News flash : it wasn’t the case.
« Miss, we’re sorry, itw as an accident he’s just »
« Y/N ! »
One of your colleague who was responsible for the lights and cameras in your wing came running toward you, pushing throught the crowd, flanked by a few other members of the team.
« We already called an ambulance to check on you »
« We’ll evacuate the house, stay there and wait for them, it wouldn’t be a good idea to move you ourselves. »
The first one nodded and settled down next to you while the others started to usher your attacker and his friends out, leaving you alone with your colleague.
« It probably sounds stupid but how are you feeling ? »
You glared at him, at his more than known stupidity before softening.
« Like hell, that guy has a killer punch, seriously, I feel like my head’s gonna explode, and my back hurts as well, you tried to move to stretch but your colleage held your shoulders.
« Don’t move, it could be something severe, we’ll see what we can do for that guy and regarding your state if there will be legal pursuit or no, don’t you worry about that »
You leaned abck against the fake tree, replaying the exact moment when you decided it would be a good idea to work in a haunted house to make « easy money ».
Under appreciated photos and gifs of Chris Evans❤️ can we take a moment to just look at this glorious dorky man. (The grabby hand in the last gif tho)
We were walking around central park. It was our first time hanging out together, just the two of us. I was kinda nervous. I can feel my hands getting sweaty and I can’t stop playing with my hands. We were just walking around the lake. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to say something that would make me sound weird. I wanted you to say something first because I’m really bad when it comes to starting conversations.
“So, did you enjoy today?” You finally spoke, which I was happy you did.
“Yea I did,”
“Good. I’m glad you did. I did too.”
I smiled to myself while looking down and blushing. You always knew what to say to make me smile.
“I hope we can do this again. Maybe we can go to the museum. I know how much you love that place.” You said to me.
“Ha, yea. That would be fun.” I responded back to you
We kept walking around the lake. I kept looking at the ducks in the lake. I could feel you looking at me but I was too shy to look back at you. I look back down at the floor and I catch a glimpse of your hand and all I could think about was wanting to touch it. If your hands were as sweaty as mine. How much bigger they would be compared to my small hands. But I know I shouldn’t it because what if you thought it was too early to hold my hand and you felt uncomfortable. I really liked you and I didn’t want to ruin my chances by doing something stupid.
“Do you think we should head back to your place now? I know you have to get up early tomorrow for work.” You asked me
“Yea. We should probably head back. I don’t want to stay out too late because I know that I probably won’t be able to get out of back early.” I giggled
“I figured you weren’t a morning person.” You chuckled at me.
We finally started walking back to my apartment. It was only about a 15-minute walk back. The whole time were talking about how great the day was.
Halfway into the walk, I can feel your hand brushing against mine. I know you can feel my hand to and the thought of that made me look at the floor and blush. You looked at me and gave me a small smile. I smiled back and look forward at the crosswalk in front of us.
I then felt your fingers interwind with mine. Your right hand was holding my left hand. I was so happy that you grab mine, because I didn’t have to gust to. I can feel the leather of your glove against my skin. And for the rest of the walk, our hands were holding each other and we were walking in silence.
We finally arrived back at my apartment building. We both walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the apartment building door.
“I had a really good time today,” you said to me as you released my hand.
“Yea. I did too. I hope we can do this again maybe?” I said questionably.
“Yes, I would like that.”
“Well, I should probably head up to bed.”
“Good idea. Call me before you go to sleep?” you asked
“Yea I will. Goodnight Bucky.”
“Goodnight Doll.”
After you said, I walked back up to my apartment and all I can think about is how you make me feel and that I can’t want to see you again.
a/n. this is my first fanfic, so if you don’t mind can you pls share and send me your feedback <3
Request: The one where the reader bumps into something Tony has made and breaks it, so she gets very nervous and tries to hide it. Bucky sees it all and she pleads him to not say anything because Tony will be very angry with her. He tells her he won’t, if she gives him a kiss.
Warning/s: None.
“Oh shit, shit…” (Y/N) muttered as she tried to pick up the pieces of Tony’s new invention on the floor. Bruce reminded her so many times to stay as far away from the thing that Tony is working on, knowing fully well how much of a clumsy person (Y/N) is. (Y/N), who was confident at that time, reassured Bruce that the gadget will be fine and that nothing will ever happen to it.
Oh how wrong she was.
So here she is now, trying to fix her mess. And trying to come up with an apology in her head.
(Y/N) jumped when she heard someone making a ‘tsk tsk’ sound behind her. She turned and saw Bucky standing there with his arms crossed on his chest. “Oh doll, what did you do?” he asked as he pushed himself off the door frame he’s leaning on to approach her.
She blushed at the nickname he gave her but set the thought aside for a moment. “I, uh, did something very, very wrong.” She told him. “And I am trying to fix this mess I made before Tony finds out about it.”
Bucky picked up a piece and examined it. “Uh-uh, I can see that.” He said.
“Please don’t tell him. Not until there’s no hope any more for this thing.” (Y/N) pleaded the former soldier.
Bucky considered her words for a moment. “I don’t know, doll. I really think Tony should know about this.” He said, with a teasing tone.
(Y/N) clapped both her hands together in a praying manner. “Please, Buck? Just for maybe a couple of minutes? I-I really don’t wanna get a reprimand from him. He’s kinda in a bit of a grumpy mood today and I don’t really wanna add to his headache.” She pleaded. “Please? I’ll do anything.”
Cute, Bucky thought as he stared at the girl in front of him. An idea then sparked into his mind upon hearing that she’ll do anything. A ghost of a smirk crossed his features. “You’ll do anything?”
(Y/N) nodded. “Anything. Just don’t tell him.”
The smirk only grew. “Alright, doll. Here’s a proposition,” he said and leaned his back against the edge of the counter behind him. “I won’t tell Tony about what you did—” (Y/N)’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, “—if…”
(Y/N) leaned forward in curiosity. “If what?”
“If you give me a kiss.”
(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide and her throat suddenly went dry. “A k-kiss…?”
She would be lying if she said that she didn’t have a crush on the captain’s best friend. Hell, she had been pining on him ever since he arrived in the facility. She remembered telling Wanda and Natasha how much of a man he is. The two only gave her funny looks and teasing smirks, which only led to (Y/N) making them swear that they won’t tell a soul.
“Yes, a kiss.”
(Y/N) knew how red her face is right now. And with Bucky standing there and looking at her like that? It wasn’t really helping her situation. But then she thought about how rare this moment is, and that she should take the chance because who knows when she’ll ever gonna get an opportunity like this ever again.
“I wonder where Tony is now. Hmm, probably on his way back.” Bucky said to himself, but intentionally made (Y/N) hear it.
(Y/N) sighed. “Just… one kiss?” she asked.
Bucky nodded, still having that smirk on his face.
(Y/N) slowly approached the man, attempting to maintain eye contact. Bucky remained unfazed and looked amused. When she was a few meters away from him, her gaze fell to his lips and hitched a breath when she felt her legs brush against his.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw. She slowly reached up, standing on her toes as she did. At the last second, with their foreheads almost touching, she glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed. Her confidence subsided and was replaced by the nervous feeling again.
Instead of going for his lips, she reached up further and planted a quick peck on his cheek. She immediately turned around and wanted nothing more to get away from the embarrassment she’s feeling right now.
But before she could have gotten away that quick, Bucky reached forward and grabbed her arm and pulled her back. (Y/N) let out a gasp when she collided onto his chest, making her grab hold of his shoulders for support. Bucky had his arm around her to secure her in place.
“I knew you were going to run away.” He whispered.
(Y/N)’s cheeks flushed again at the sound of his voice becoming raspy.
Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and held her face. “You missed, sweetheart.” He said before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, not giving the girl some time to say something back.
*rises out of the post-IW dark hole I’m currently in*
HELLO EVERYBODY!! Uh first of all, I’d like to apologize for not posting as often as I used to. No excuses; I’ve just been feeling ‘un-inspired’ to write some fics the last couple of… decades? (exaggerated much?) That’s why I went on a sudden hiatus T^T and I’m sorry for leaving you guys hanging :(
BUT I’M BACK NOW! I am here to write again for you all :) Let me know what you guys want me to write about our Bucky in my ask box – or anything you want to share with me.
I’m just gonna link all of my works here so it’s easy to see because I get a few messages telling me that the link to my masterlist doesn’t work (the one in my description).
LIKE THAT; “The one where Bucky finds out that the reader kissed Steve (but only because of the mission).”
SOLACE; “The one where Y/N is an agent of shield but on a mission, Y/N kills for the first time. She takes this hard because the target was the one who murdered her parents. In the end, Bucky comforts her.”
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE; “The one where the reader and Bucky are on a mission and they have to kiss so their cover won’t be blown.”
RESCUE; “The one where the reader’s parents were the Winter Soldier’s mission, so the reader joins S.H.I.E.L.D and then becomes Bucky’s mission, but they fall in love. Then the reader tries to save Bucky from HYDRA.”
“GO BACK!”|ONE|TWO | ; “The one where the reader gets hurt in the big fight scene and Bucky has to leave her behind.”
FOR LUCK; “The one where Bucky kisses the reader just before they head to the Hydra base.”
QUIET MOUSE; “The one where the reader is an avenger yet never talks. The reader develops a crush on Bucky. One day some agent makes an insulting remark about Bucky and she tells the agent to screw off.”
RUN AWAY WITH YOUR FOOTSTEPS|ONE|TWO | ; “After the events of The Winter Soldier, the reader (an avenger) goes out to find Bucky for Steve. When she finds him, he has his own apartment and trying to live a normal life. He begs her not to tell the captain. She stays to watch over him and they kind of fall in love. Later, Steve finally finds them looking angry because she went MIA.“
SURPRISE; “The one where it’s the reader’s birthday and upon finding out that she’s alone celebrating her special day, Bucky decides to organize a birthday party for her (with the help of the other Avengers, of course).”
DIRTY TALK. LITERALLY; "Bucky asking the reader to talk dirty for him and she takes this literally.“
CHASE; “The one where the reader was Bucky’s partner during his HYDRA years and have been living together in his apartment, dating and laying low on the radar. That is until he was suddenly brought into a mess.”
LOOKING FOR SUNLIGHT|ONE | ; “Based on the song, “Roman Holiday” by Halsey. The story of the reader and Bucky before the war.”
PLUMS FOR YOU; "The one where the reader was in a relationship with Bucky and stayed together in his apartment, but they broke up 2 days before Steve arrived. (Happy ending though, don’t worry)“
COFFEE SHOP AU; “Person A is a cashier at a coffee shop. Person B is a regular, and always flirts with A, never failing to make A flustered. After one particularly bad day at the shop, B sees A crying in the back. B talks with them and they become friends.”
BATTLE-CRY; "The one where the reader steps in between Tony, Steve, and Bucky while they are fighting and gets hurt in the process. & “The one where the reader gets injured trying to stop Tony from hurting Bucky while he lays on the ground without his arm. And then Bucky thinks she died and gets really angry, and fights Tony despite the loss of his metal arm.”
“SHE’S AN UPTOWN GIRL, BARNES”; "Based on the song “Uptown Girl” by Westlife. The one where the reader is a high-class girl and Bucky is just a downtown man.“
JEALOUSY, THY NAME IS BARNES; "The one where the reader is Wanda’s big sister and she has the power of teleportation. She is also a part of the Avengers. She has met Bucky before when he shot her in the stomach, nearly died and left a huge scar. He did that as the Winter Soldier so she doesn’t hold it against him, but he feels so sorry. They become close and both develop feelings but do nothing about it.“ & ”The one where the reader and Bucky like each other but they won’t tell each other. The reader and Steve are constantly flirting and that makes Bucky mad.“
A NOT-SO-SECRET CRUSH; "The one where Bucky has a crush on the reader and Steve finds out when they escape from the others. He tells Bucky to confess it to the reader the next time they all meet.“
AWKWARDLY TANGLED; "The one where Bucky and the reader end up sharing a bed for some reason, even though they “don’t like” each other. They wake up really cuddled up which ends up with an awkward moment. The team finds out and teases them both.”
BAD BLOOD|ONE | ; "The reader gets exposed to a red energy substance and it alters her mind and destroys her inhibitions. Left with only malice, pride and wrath, she becomes malevolent and aggressive, leaving her a danger to the Avengers.“
SECOND’S NOT THE SAME|ONE|TWO | ; "Based on the song “Is There Somewhere” by Halsey. The one where the reader falls in love with Bucky, despite him being in a relationship with someone else. When around him, she tries to pretend as if she is the one he really is in love with.“
HOMECOMING; "The one where Hydra kidnaps Bucky and the reader, and recited the trigger words for Bucky to become the Winter Soldier so that he could kill the her.“
YOU & ME; "The one where the reader owns her own cafe and Bucky goes there everyday to get a milkshake and to flirt with her. One day, he comes after having a hair cut and is dressed all fancy. Then he invites her to a party at Tony’s.“
THUNDERS AND CUDDLES; “The one where the reader is really afraid of thunder and lightning. She usually tends to plug her fingers in her ears or put the blankets over her to shield or draw out the light and sounds. Then one stormy day, Bucky comes into the room and sees the reader really shaky and trying to hide. He goes and comforts her by caressing her hair, unplugging her ears and waiting till she falls asleep.”
“JUST ONE KISS”; “The one where the reader bumps into something Tony has made and breaks it, so she gets very nervous and tries to hide it. Bucky sees it all and she pleads him to not say anything because Tony will be very angry with her. He tells her he won’t, if she gives him a kiss.”
TEASE; “The one where Sebastian returns to his LA home and finds the reader, his PA (Personal Assistant), wearing a cute maid outfit while cleaning the house.”
“WE’RE REHEARSING A SCENE AND HERE YOU ARE, FLIRTING WITH ME”|ONE|TWO | ; ”The one where the reader is filming the Civil War movie and Sebastian keeps flirting with her when they have to rehearse a fight scene together.“
FIRST IMPRESSION; “The one where the reader is also in Civil War and she meets Sebastian for the first time on set. At first they don’t really hit it off well because one of them is having a bad day when they first met.”
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS; “The one where the reader is originally from the UK and hasn’t seen her family in almost a year because she lives with Seb in NY. One night, Sebastian finds her on the phone with her mother and sees her get emotional because she misses everyone. Sebastian then surprises her with a trip back home.”
STUPID CRUSH; “The one where the reader is an actress and is 18. Sebastian thinks that she’s really young but can’t help having a crush on her and she has the biggest crush on him. While filming a scene, Tom (Spidey) starts flirting with her which gets Sebastian super irritated but doesn’t want to say anything because he thinks it’s wrong since she’s young. But the reader convinces him otherwise.”
A NIGHT TO NOT REMEMBER; “The one where the reader is 18, an actress on Civil War and everyone loves her. She’s wild and crazy. They all went out for a night-out and when she wakes up the next day, she’s got a hangover and has to come to set. The cast tease her, especially Sebastian.”
A MISUNDERSTANDING; “The one where Peter wants to organize a valentine’s day thing for the reader, so he asks MJ for help. While it’s all platonic and harmless, the reader gets a wrong impression that he’s cheating on her with MJ.”
Oh! And I am excited to announce… I will be opening up requestsforPeter Parker and Tom Holland hihi I’ve been thinking of doing it for a while now and decided to just go with it! So feel free to send in your requests about the friendly-neighborhood spider :)
Request:The one where the reader and Bucky used to date a while back but they broke it off. Bucky has enlisted and is going to leave in a couple of days so him and Steve are on this date with 2 girls. The reader and Bucky see each other again at a show during that night because the reader is a professional ballet dancer.
Warning/s:None.
Author’s note: I changed it a little bit. Instead of the reader becoming a professional ballet dancer, she’s going to be a lounge singer. I hope you all like it! Btw, the song Moonlight by Ariana Grande is an inspiration for this imagine.
The streets of Brooklyn were very quiet when the night start to get late. The peaceful night is very relaxing. Everyone was indoors having dinner with their families, friends, etc. But tonight, the reason why the streets are quiet is because almost everyone are attending an event hosted by the most well-known inventor, Howard Stark.
(Y/N) didn’t want to attend the said event because such events like that are not her thing. She doesn’t feel comfortable with big crowds. Plus, she got work. In a nearby, decent bar, she works there as a lounge singer. Every Wednesday nights, she would entertain the customers. But there is one twist: the customers don’t know her true identity. They only know her by her stage name and voice, but never her real name and face. The owner likes to keep it that way because it intrigues the customers, and wants to preserve the mystery.
“(Y/N)? 5 minutes and you’re up!” The stage manager called out from the other side of the door of her dressing room.
“I’ll be there!” She called back. She looked back to her reflection on the mirror and checked to see how she looks like. Her (H/C) hair was curled and cascaded down her back, her makeup was simple yet her lips were painted in a deep red shade that made her (S/C) glow. The navy blue gown she was wearing, that had thin-straps and a v-neck, reached down the ground and shimmered when swayed.
She always did look good in blue. At least that’s what her ex-boyfriend said to her before.
James Buchanan Barnes had every girl in the city falling for him. You couldn’t blame him, though. The guy had this suave when he walks, a charming smile that makes the girls swoon, piercing blue eyes, and a macho physique. In all honesty, (Y/N) never knew what a guy like him saw in her. She was just a simple, city girl. She wasn’t born with a silver spoon, and she didn’t come from a rich family. And yet, they fell in love.
Their relationship was strong and happy. Bucky would always write her these letters that contained his deep affection towards her, would always treat her the way girls want to be treated, etc. It was like a fairy tale. Many people (specifically the women) weren’t much of a fan of their relationship. Some say that the two of them wouldn’t work out because of Bucky’s reputation as a ladies’ man, while some say that he doesn’t really love her and made bets on how long their relationship will last. Despite all this, the two still made their relationship as steady as it was since the beginning.
The ones who really knew them called (Y/N) as Bucky’s greatest love. They all thought that the two would get married, have kids, and grow old together after living a very happy and affectionate life. That is until they broke up. Oh how almost every girl rejoiced upon hearing the news. The early days of their break up gave (Y/N) a hard time. Everywhere she went, people would always give her dirty looks, glares, snarks, and grimace in disgust. She tried her best to ignore them, but sometimes it can get a little bit too much. When she tried to defend herself, she would get her hair pulled, scratches on her cheeks and arms, and a bleeding lip. She was surprised when the next day, everyone seemed to look at her normally and gone were those glares and grimaces. Almost as if the events of yesterday never happened.
She never knew what happened to Bucky after their break up. But she hoped he is doing well.
(Y/N) pulled herself out of her thoughts and sighed. Even after 5 months, she still wonders about the first guy she truly did love. She wonders if he ever still does think about her, as ridiculous and impossible that sounds.
“Show time.” (Y/N) told herself before walking out of her dressing room.
“Welcome to the best night of your life, ladies.” Bucky cheered as soon as they entered the place. As promised, he took the two ladies to dancing for tonight. Steve followed closely behind, looking around the place. At least the place is decent, Steve thinks, compared to the bars Bucky always chooses.
“Oh! Let’s go sit at the front!” The brunette, named Bonnie, grabbed Bucky’s hand and dragged him to the table just beside the dance floor. The spot they chose had a nice view of the stage. The blonde, named Sandra and Steve’s supposedly date, rushed to follow after the two, completely ignored the scrawny guy standing beside her. Steve bit back an eye roll and joined them.
“We came here in the right time. Gosh, I’m so excited!” Sandra gushed to her friend.
Bucky chuckled, slinging his arms behind the girls. “Why?”
“There is this girl here who performs every Wednesday night. She has this amazing voice that pierces through the hearts of everyone who are listening.” Bonnie explained.
Bucky smirked, glancing over to Steve who only raised an eyebrow when he saw a twinkle of mischief in Bucky’s eyes. “What’s her name?”
“Ever since she started working here in this place, no one knows her name. Well, except for her co-workers. Don’t bother asking them. They won’t tell you. They’ve been sworn to secrecy. It’s their way to preserve the mystery, I guess.” Bonnie’s eyes gleamed in glee and excitement. “But tonight, the mystery will be revealed!”
Steve only shrugged when Bucky looked at him. Before he could say something, someone had tapped a microphone.
“Good evening, everyone. Tonight, let us welcome our mystery song bird to the stage. For the first time in our business history, we will now reveal the face of yours and our beloved nightingale. Please give her a round of applause.”
The audience broke out in cheers and applause. The sounds of heels clicking on the marble floor was heard. A figure of a person walked to the stage. The lights at the stage was dark so the face of the person cannot be determined. Bucky shifted on his seat, watching in curiosity.
The sun is setting and you’re right here by my side
The girls were right. This mysterious girl has an amazing voice. For some reason, Bucky couldn’t help but sense a familiarity.
A couple of people started occupying the dance floor, swaying as the music played.
Every look, every touch makes me wanna give you my heart
“Come on, Bucky! Let’s dance!” Bonnie giggled and dragged a chuckling Bucky to the dance floor. The two soon started dancing and chatting. Bucky caught Steve’s eye and told him to ask the girl to dance. Steve glanced at the girl and asked her to dance. But the girl ignored him. Steve gave Bucky a shrug.
I never knew, I never knew You could have moonlight in your hands
As soon as the chorus broke out, the lights of the stage opened and a spotlight revealed the face of the person who was singing. Everyone stared in awe and cheered upon the revelation. Steve, Bucky, and the two girls stared in shock.
“Isn’t that your ex?” Bonnie asked Bucky.
Bucky didn’t answer. He simply stood there, frozen and gaping.
I kiss his fingertips As I’m wishing he’s all mine
A million of thoughts ran through Bucky’s mind. He never thought he’d get to see her again. It had been months. He would be lying if he said that he had not thought of her all the time.
Buck still lves her, even after everything. She was very different from the girls he met. She held a principle in her life. She is both grace and beauty. She is the only one who has him wrapped around her finger just by one look. The effect she gives him always leaves him wanting more.
Seeing her standing there, looking elegantly beautiful as ever, it truly stole his breath away.
(Y/N) smiled at the couples around her. They all had happy smiles and affection in their eyes. She only shook away the longing feeling she felt. “When he calls me moonlight, too.” Her breath hitched when her eyes met Bucky’s stare. Her heart beat intensified. What was he doing here? She swallowed and immediately looked away, mentally trying to calm herself down.
Her voice came out shaky and rushed. “Thank you everyone.” She immediately turned away and headed backstage. When she was out of the audience’s eyes, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She clutched her chest and closed her eyes.
“Oh my god… oh my god.” she whispered.
“(Y/N)? Hey, wow! You did great! The audience impact was spec– hey, are you okay?” Angie, her co-worker, asked.
(Y/N) nodded and took a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine.”
From across the hall, she could hear Bucky’s voice asking for her. Her eyes grew wide at this, while her friend looked confused. “Why is that gorgeous man looking for you?”
Before (Y/N) could turn around and run, she had already locked eyes with him. (Y/N) couldn’t move even if she wanted to. She was already trapped. Bucky slowly walked over to her, stopping at arms length. Angie sensed the tension between them, so she immediately excused herself and gave the two privacy.
It was obvious that Bucky is as nervous as she is. She could read him very well.
“Hi.” He started.
“Hi.” She replied.
Silence.
What are you supposed to say in situations like this? (Y/N) bit her lower lip and fidgeted.
“How have you been? I haven’t seen you after…”
“I’m doing alright, I guess.” Bucky answered, giving her a nod. “How about you?”
“Same as you.”
Bucky smiled. “I didn’t know you could sing.”
Her face flushed at the hidden compliment. She smiled. “Figured I put my hidden talent to good use.”
“You have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you, Bucky.” It took all her strength to refrain herself from calling him ‘Buck’. “I see you’ve gotten your uniform.”
Bucky looked down at what he is wearing. “Oh, uh, yeah.”
“When are you leaving?”
“In a few days.”
Silence fell over them again. It felt a little bit weird having small talks with Bucky. They’ve always talked about almost everything before. Sometimes when she does her rambling, he would shut her up with a kiss.
Not knowing if the conversation is over or not, she cleared her throat. I, uh, I should probably get changed. It was nice to see you again, Bucky.” she said, giving him a small smile before turning around.
She had just taken two steps when he stopped her. “(Y/N)?”
She turned around. “Yes?”
There was a flash of hesitation that crossed his features. He was chewing on his lower lip, and was swaying on his spot. He visibly inhaled. “Do you want to–” he cleared his throat, “–grab a cup of coffee or hot chocolate tonight?”
His offer took her by surprise. “What?”
His nervousness grew. “I, uh, asked if you wanted to–”
“I heard what you said.” she cut off. “What I meant to say was, why?”
He opened and closed his mouth, slowly lifting his shoulders. “It’s been so long since I last saw you. I, uh, wanted to know you’ve been over the last 5 months.” he explained, ever the gentleman.
When she didn’t answer, Bucky’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment “Right,” he lightly chuckled, “I shouldn’t have done that. Forget I, uh, said anything. It was good to see you, (Y/N).”
(Y/N)’s eyes immediately grew wide. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t answer him. “No, wait!” She halted when he was about to turn around. “I, uh, accept your offer.” she said, suddenly growing shy.
Bucky’s eyes lit up. A hint of a smile crossed his features. “Really?”
She nodded, smiling.
They kept seeing each other after that. Sometimes planned, sometimes not. During their late night coffee hangout, they talked about what the other had done after what had happened. They both still had their awkward silences but as each second passed, they grew comfortable. It was like she and him are one again.
A lot of people have noticed that the two have reunited. They didn’t say anything but they kept a watchful eye. Steve noticed the change of behavior in Bucky. Bucky’s eyes seemed to have a light again, he was smiling genuinely all the time, he doesn’t spend his time stopping and talking to other girls, and whenever someone mentions (Y/N), his cheeks would slightly turn pink and he wouldn’t shut up about her.
Steve thought that both have gone back together, but Bucky told him that they aren’t. This led to Bucky being lost in his thoughts the whole day.
At the last day of his time in Brooklyn, he asked (Y/N) if she could come with him. They spent the whole day talking, eating, and just having fun (like old times). They talked about everything that came upon their minds. Even managed to sneak in a few events from their past relationship.
By the late afternoon, the two were walking by the bridge. Bucky’s hands were inside the pockets of his jacket while (Y/N) was holding his arm. The wind blew calmly.
(Y/N) noticed the distant sunset view from the bridge. “The Golden Hour.” she murmured, stopping to lean on the railings. Bucky mimicked her position. “Views like this never cease to amaze me.”
“It’s just a simple sunset.”
“It is, for you. But the simple things hold such beauty that is rare and one of a kind.”
Bucky looked over to her, and she did the same. He smiled down at her. “Like you.” he said, softly.
(Y/N)’s cheeks flushed. She smiled and looked back to the view.
“You know, these past few days are one of the happiest moments of my life.” Bucky said, after a while.
(Y/N) looked over to him. “Why?”
Bucky was quiet for a while. He had a wistful look and a smile on his face. “Because I was given a chance to spend my days with the girl I’ve always loved before I leave.” he said.
Her heart melted. She stood there looking at him, not saying anything. Bucky turned to face her. He gently took her hands and held them close to him. “(Y/N), I know that I’m gonna leave tomorrow. I wish I could still have spent the days with you a bit longer. But do know that I’ll come back to you, doll. I’ll write you letters. Everyday until I come back.” he paused, stepping closer, “My love, you are one of my favorite people and the most beautiful woman I have ever known in real life. Is it too late for me to say that I love you?”
She had tears streaming down her face. She let out a chuckle. “It’s never too late, Buck.” she said and embraced him. He let out a breath that he was holding and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face onto the crook of her neck when he tightened his grip. “But what if you don’t come back?” she asked when she pulled back.
Bucky tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Don’t say that.”
“But what if, Bucky?”
He didn’t say anything. He watched her eyes as fear danced around it. Fear of losing him. Then he smiled. “Then I want you to love your life as a happy woman. The woman that still loves life despite a loss. I want you to get married to a man you deserve. I want you to have kids, and make new memories. But the only thing I ask of you is to not forget me. For I truly, completely love you.”
(Y/N) choked down a sob and engulfed him in a hug. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Come back to me, please.”
Bucky kissed her hair. “Always.”
Author’s note: Did you spot a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. quote? :D
Request: I’m in the mood for some jealous Bucky Barnes with a Wilson!Reader. I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Bucky Barnes and [Y/N] are secretly dating but hasn’t told anyone, especially because of Sam. All three of them go clubbing one night and a man hits on her. Sam is oblivious, but Bucky is fully aware. Hehe;) Thanks!
Warning(s): Language
A/N: Apparently I didn’t upload this on time. I apologize for the late post, I had something come up yesterday. Anyways, her it is. I hope you enjoy!
It was hard to date Bucky behind your brother’s back.
It started out pretty easy, but once Sam started noticing that your absence became more frequent, lying to him got more difficult. Sam wasn’t aware of whothe man was, but he knew there was at least someoneyou were sneaking out to meet with every time.
In a sense, Sam knew that you were a grown woman. He just always viewed you as his baby sister. No matter how old you get, you’ll always be his little sister. He just hopes that when you find a man, it’s going to be the right man. You knew the moment you met Bucky Barnes, he was the right man to be in a relationship with.
When Bucky asked you out, the date went extremely well. A simple movie over at his place was a great way to make the sparks fly between you two. Bucky continued to ask you out, and before you knew it, you and Bucky officially started dating. It didn’t mean that you were committed to each other quite yet, but Bucky definitely wanted to make it official.
He remembers all the late nights he spent with you. You even confessed one night how you felt about commitment. You were always afraid of commitment, but Bucky made you realize that maybe you were just afraid of committing to the wrong person. It was at the moment you knew, you were in love.
Bucky was head over heels for you. He wanted to tell the entire world that he loved you. It was painful for him not being able to do so. He knew that eventually one day Sam was going to find out, he just didn’t know when.
“The regular please,” Sam ordered, tapping the counter twice with his hand. The bartender nodded. He looked over at you. “You happy I dragged you to this party?”
“I’m not much of a nightclub person,” You responded, looking around at the people mingling with one another. “I just would rather be at home right now.”
“I would want to be home too,” The familiar husky voice of your lover sounded from behind you. You turned around and smiled at the sight of Bucky arriving to the conversation. “You look nice tonight [Y/N].”
“That’s my sister you’re talkin’ to bud,” Sam addressed sternly. Bucky rolled his eyes, as well as you. “Now, I’m going to head to the restroom real quick. I don’t want to see no funny business happening between you two.”
“There’snothinggoing between us Sam,” You easily lied, crossing your arms. “Now go and do your business.”
Sam turned to head the other way, but was immediately stopped by a woman you didn’t recognize. She started to talk to him and Sam started talking back. Or in your eyes, he was flirting. You scoffed. So much for Sam using the bathroom. You turned your attention back to Bucky who was staring at you in admiration.
“What do you say we share a dance out on the dance floor?”
You nodded with a shy smile. Bucky put out his hand which you gracefully took. He dragged you into the large crowd of people. The music was blaring so loudly, you couldn’t hear a word that Bucky was saying. He started to slowly dance to the beat of the song.
You went from bopping to the music to full on dancing. You didn’t care what you looked like, and that’s what Bucky loved about you. You weren’t afraid to be who you were. A song that both you and Bucky knew soon came on and you both lost your minds. You two started screaming at the top of your lungs the lyrics of the song.
Once the song came to an end, your heart was racing so fast, you felt like you were going to pass out. You called it quits and started making your way out of the crowd of dancing people. Bucky followed behind you and back to the counter where there were glasses of water awaiting for anyone who wanted some.
You took a glass and gulped it down. Bucky did the exact same thing, wiping the water off his lips afterwards. He opened his mouth to talk to you, but an unfamiliar gruff voice sounded off not too far from you.
“Hey pretty girl!” A unrecognizable voice shouted. You turned your head to see a stranger waving at you. “You had quite the moves out on the dance floor!”
“Thank you!”
“Come here, I want to show you something!”
You walked up to the man as he pulled out his phone. Bucky stayed back and leaned against the counter, keeping his suspicious glare on the man. You leaned in close to the phone to see the video that the man was showing you. You exploded with laughter at the end of it. The man laughed just as hard as you did.
Bucky caught the look that the man gave you after laughing. His muscles tightened as he saw that the way he looked at you was the way he looked at you. Bucky clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes from the scene. He knew that he shouldn’t say anything, but he reallywanted to punch that man’s face.
He restrained himself from tackling the man down to the ground. Now thatwould cause a scene. He glanced to the side and saw that Sam was still unaware about the fact that there was a random guy practically hittingon you. Bucky fell silent as he saw you smiling an awful lot with a conversation you were having with him.
Bucky rolled his eyes. He was being dumb. He trusted you. He knew that you wouldn’t do anything to help the man pursue you. The longer he watched you and the stranger, his thoughts started turning on him. What if you did? What if you left the club with the man, completely ghosting him? He didn’t like those thoughts at all.
Bucky perked up as he saw that the man was getting exceedingly close to you. Shoulder to shoulder close.
“That’s it,” Bucky muttered, hoisting himself off the counter. He briskly walked up to you and the man. He grabbed the man’s shoulder and shoved him away from you. “You better stay the hell away from my girlfriend buddy.”
“Your girlfriend?” He asked, making you softly smile. “Man, she’s wayout of your league. What makes you think she’ll stay with someone like you?”
Bucky licked his lips, attempting to contain composure. He turned around to walk away, but the man said one last comment that set Bucky off. He whipped around and grabbed him by the collar, which immediately switched the man’s attitude.
“Whoa whoa whoa hold on!!!” The man shrieked, his voice trembling from fear. “It’s a set up! IT’S A SETUP!!!”
Bucky’s hands immediately fell from holding onto the man. He rotated his blue eyes to meet with yours. You were nodding in agreement. Bucky turned to see that Sam was watching too.
“Was Sam in on it too?”
“He was the one who set it up,” You confessed. You patted the man on the shoulder. “This is Ayden. He’s a good friend of me and Sam.”
Bucky sighed. “So does that mean Sam knows?”
“I might have accidentallyexposed it a while ago.”
“But that’s why I put this together,” Sam chimed in, walking up to Bucky. He put his arm him. “I wanted to see your reaction if another man were to hit on my sister.”
“You were jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” Bucky instantly denied, shaking his head at your comment. You smirked. “I don’t get jealous.”
“Bro, you were about to send me to heaven, what do you meanyou weren’t jealous?”
“I saw the way you looked at them Bucky,” Sam pointed out, crossing his arms. “You were jealous.”
“Fine, maybe I was a littlejealous,” Bucky admitted, throwing his hands up. “But that’s only because I don’t like seeing other men flirting with my girl.”
“Speaking of, you diduse that word when you approached us Bucky,” You reminded, sliding your hands into his hands. Sam sighed, looking away. He didn’t want to see you two kiss. “Does that mean you feel the same way? Do you want to get serious?”
“I always have [Y/N]. But, only when you’re ready too.”
You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. Bucky smiled through the kiss as he deepened it. You finally broke apart and grinned up at him.
Request: Your Teen!Reader imagines satisfy my heart. Can I have an imagine with Bucky Barnes where he is extremely overprotective over Teen Y/N, who got asked out to prom. The night finally shows up and she sneaks off to it, raising Bucky’s suspicion but eventually convinces him that she’s going out with the girls. At the dance, it turns out he’s actually a douche and he ends up giving her a black eye. She walks home and Bucky is there to comfort her after the horrendous night. Thank you!
Warning(s): Language
A/N: I’m glad my Teen!Reader imagines satisfy your heart. The fact that you enjoy them make me happy. I hope you enjoy!
In the perfect world, you would just be able to have your date pick you up at your house, but Bucky Barnes was the only burden that was preventing that scenario to play out that way. Bucky has been overprotective of you ever since you decided to team up with him and Sam.
Sam cared about you just the same, but he allowed you to do things normal teenage girls would do, like dating. Gosh, dating was something that Bucky didn’t even want you to experience period. He has had bad relationships in the past, and he didn’t want to put you through the heartache like he had to go through.
Although you try to convince Bucky that your life is nothing like his life, Bucky still made it clear that he didn’t want you anywhere near any boy. At first, you thought it was sweet how Bucky was overprotective, but one time, you went on a date with one of your guy friends and Bucky followed you.
Not only did it seem creepy that he was practically stalkingyour date with your buddy, but Bucky even interjected with the date when he saw the one milkshake and two straws trick that your friend was about to pull off at the restaurant he took you to. You didn’t talk to Bucky for a straight week after that experience.
You eventually forgave him and knew that he was just being protective because he loved you. Even thought you forgave him, it also taught you the lesson that you were never going to let him know that you were going on a date ever again.
“What do you mean I can’t come pick you up at your house?” Your date to prom asked through the phone. “Isn’t that like the number one thing when it comes to proper date etiquette?”
“Yeah, well the thing is, my father doesn’t know that I’m going to prom,” You explained, twirling the cord of the wall phone. “You can meet me at the end of my street though. How about that?”
He didn’t respond but later released a long sigh. He went with it and you thanked him. You hung up the phone and took in a deep breath before leaving your bedroom. You sucked at lying to Bucky. He had those certain eyes that made you want to tell him the truth. Which was exactly why you were planning on notlooking him in the eyes during the deception.
You left your bedroom, dressed from head to toe. You walked through the living room, noticing that Bucky wasn’t present. A small smile spread across your lips. Maybe you were going to luck out for the night. You didn’t dwell on it for too long and picked up your pace toward the door.
You swung the door open, only to unexpedectly run into Bucky on the other side. He immediately noticed your attire, and his glare made you say a little prayer in your heart that he wouldn’t kill you.
“Oh, hi Buck,” You nervously greeted, trying to keep calm. “Bye Buck.”
You tried to brush past him, but Bucky quickly gripped onto your shoulder and forced you to walk backwards back into the house. You went with it, attempting to keep your cool. You knew that if you got too nervous you would end up exposing the truth.
Bucky let you go and slammed the door behind him once you both were back inside.
“No way in hell am I letting you leave the house looking like that [Y/N],” Bucky sternly stated. You rolled your eyes. “Why are you even dressed like that in the first place?”
“I’m meeting my friends that are girls,” You lied, lowering your eyes to the floor. In a sense, it was sort of truthful. There were going to be girls in your group to the dance. “Please let me go have a night of fun with them Bucky, I promise I won’t do anything to attract attention from boys.”
Now that you were done talking, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his worried ocean blue eyes. It didn’t seem too likely he would say what you wanted to say.
“Fine,” Bucky breathed, taking you by surprise. “But don’t do anything stupid tonight, you hear me kid?”
You squealed in delight. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out the door, shouting your gratitude to him. Bucky crossed his arms, shaking his head. He hoped that he wouldn’t regret his decision.
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Bucky didn’t where you were.
It was past midnight and you weren’t home. He has called you a thousand times, yet, you never answered. He didn’t know whether to be mad or worried. Heck, he was both. He knew that he didn’t tell you to be home at a certain time, but midnight should just be the cutoff regardless of the situation.
As he was pacing around the living room, awaiting for his phone to light up with your name, the front door flew open. Bucky snapped his eyes at the door, watching you storm inside.
“[Y/N]!” Bucky shouted, anger dripping from his voice. You ignored him, stomping your way to your bedroom. “[Y/N]! You better have a good damn reason why—[Y/N]! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
Ignored again, Bucky huffed in irritation as you disappeared from his line of sight. You’ve never acted that way to him before. Bucky perked up as he heard your bedroom door slam shut. He raised his eyebrows. Instead of being angry, Bucky had to find out what was going on.
Bucky made his way to your bedroom and opened it, seeing you face downed on your bed. His heart softened as he heard muffled crying coming from you.
“[Y/N]? Look, I’m sorry I yelled at you like that,” Bucky apologized, approaching you. He sat down beside you. You adjusted your position, keeping your face hidden from him. “What happened [Y/N]? Are you okay?”
You responded, but your voice was muffled from the sheets. Bucky poked you, telling you to look at him and tell him what was wrong. You grunted in refusal, but after a few seconds of silence, you finally gave in. You raised your head up to look at Bucky, revealing the dark purple ring that was around your right eye.
“[Y/N], where the hell did—”
“I went to prom tonight Bucky,” You interrupted, lowering your head in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth when I left. I was just afraid it was going to end up like the last date I went on.”
“Yourpromdate gave you that black eye?”
You fell silent. The painful memory of him giving you that black eye flashed through your mind, setting off the tears again. Bucky inhaled deeply, trying to keep calm. As much as he wanted to killyour prom date, his threats probably wasn’t what you wanted to hear at the moment.
“I really liked him Bucky,” You sobbed, soon to be embraced by Bucky. You buried your face into his chest. “I shouldn’t have been so naïve. He was such a douchebag. You were right Bucky. Boys suck. I’m never going to go on a date ever again.”
“It’s going to be okay [Y/N],” Bucky reassured, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry that you had a bad experience tonight with your prom date. I’ll make him regret ever laying a hand on you.”
“He’s not worth it Bucky,” You responded, removing yourself from Bucky’s embrace. “He’ll get what he deserves. I don’t know how, but I’m sure he will.”
“What was his name?”
“I’m not going to tell you Bucky,” You replied, your spirits gradually rising at Bucky’s protectiveness kicking. “You’ll track him down if I tell you.”
“No I won’t,” Bucky lied, not even trying to make it believable. He got a small chuckle out of you. Bucky offered you a small smile and returned to holding you. “I’m sorry that your prom date was such a douchebag, but I hope you know that I still love you, and frankly, that’s all that matters.”
“I know you do,” You sighed, hugging Bucky back. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. You really needed the comfort. “I love you too Bucky.”
“Now, how about we stay up all night with the movie marathon of you know what?”
Request: Hello dear, I would like to request a Bucky Barnes imagine where the reader is Sam’s little sister and while Sam is out of town with Sarah and her kids, Bucky visits her to give her company. They start a movie night and she goes to the bathroom, but finds out that one her nephews accidentally left the bathtub running. To make it worse, she accidentally knocks a whole bottle of bubble bath liquid into it, causing it to overflow. She attempts to hide it from Bucky. You’re awesome!
Warning(s): None
A/N: I’m loving all these Bucky Barnes imagine requests lately. You’re awesome too love! I hope you enjoy!
“It hasn’t even been an hour yet big brother,” You addressed with an eyeroll. “The house isn’t burned down.”
“Alright, well keep it that little sis,” Sam responded from the other side of the phone. “Sarah and her kids and I miss you. We’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?”
“Sounds good. Be safe, all of you. Love you guys.”
Sam agree before hanging up the phone. You put down the phone and dropped onto the sofa in front of the television. You turned it on, only to be interrupted by three loud knocks coming from the door. You stood up from the couch and approached the front door, noticing that the doorknob was jiggling.
You sighed. You knew who it was. You gripped onto the knob and swung the door open, smiling at Sam’s buddy.
“Hi Bucky,” You greeted with a warm smile. Bucky returned the warm smile. “Do you need something?”
“Well, I heard that Sam, Sarah and her little boys are gone for the day,” Bucky stated, stepping into your house. You stepped to side and closed the door behind him. “So I decided to give you some company for the night.”
“Thanks for the thought but—”
“Do you want to have a movie night or something?” Bucky asked, interrupting your polite way of kicking him out. He swung his noticeably gentle brown eyes to meet with yours. You restrained your words. You couldn’t say no to that face. “Or we can just sit and chat.”
“Why don’t we just put on a movie we’ve both seen?” You suggested, walking over to the remote that controlled the television. “And while the movie plays, we can just make fun of it together.”
“Sounds like a plan Y/N.”
Bucky walked up to you and snatched the remote out of your possession. You chuckled at his attempt of flirting with you. You’ve always liked Bucky, ever since Sam introduced him to you. You never had the courage to tell him though. If Sam found out that you liked Bucky, you would most likely never see Bucky ever again.
For that exact reason, you kept it a secret that you had a crush on Bucky.
“How about we go with Visitor Of The Future?”
“YES! I love that one. It’s so cheesy.”
Bucky sat on the couch and patted the spot that was beside him, implying that you’d sit next to him. You blushed a little bit, but tried not to make it too obvious while you walked over to him. You sat down beside him, and the moment you did, Bucky purposefully moved closer.
Bucky casually put his arm around you, immediately setting off your fight or flight response. Flight. Flight. Flight.
“I um, I need to use the bathroom real quick,” You excused quickly, briskly standing up from the couch. “I’ll be super fast.”
You rushed off, leaving Bucky in confusion. He didn’t mean to scare you off like that. He paused the movie as he heard the bathroom door slam shut. As for you, you were going to splash yourself with some water, but instead you saw that the bathtub was filling up with water.
“Ugh, AJ,” You muttered, walking up to the almost full bathtub. AJ always kept the water running in the bathtub. “When will he learn?”
As you leaned over to shut the water off, you didn’t realize that there was a bottle of bubble bath substance on the edge. You paused as you heard something plunge into the water. You looked down, gasping at the sight of a bunch of bubbles forming straight away. It began to overflow out of the bath instantaneously.
“Oh crap!” You exclaimed, making an effort to put the bubbles back into the bathtub, but it just kept coming. You snapped your head at the door as you heard Bucky calling your name. He needed assistance with the television. “I’ll be right out Bucky!”
You returned your attention to the disaster that you happening right in front of your eyes. It started from spilling out of the bathtub to slowly making its bubbly way to the door. You didn’t wait another moment and raced out of the bathroom, slamming the door speedily.
You turned around, taking a deep breath. You brushed off the bubbles that got onto you and started making your way back into the living room. You went through a script on what to say when you saw Bucky, but the second he was in your line of sight, your mind went blank.
“Oh, there you are Y/N,” Bucky noticed, standing up from the couch. He approached you, showing you the remote. “I can’t seem to figure out how to get the back off. It’s not working with the television. I think it’s out of batteries.”
“You just have to smack it a couple of times,” You explained, taking the remote from Bucky. You did as you said and gave it a few smacks. “Now try it out.”
“Actually, can you try it out?” Bucky asked, brushing past you. Your eyes shot wide open as you saw him go the direction of the bathroom. “I have to use the bath—”
“NO!” You shrieked, making Bucky come to a complete halt. He turned to look at you, lines forming between his eyebrows. “I-I mean, I need to use it.”
“Weren’t you just in there though?”
“Yes but I uh…I left my…My uh phone! Yes! My phone!” You declared, rushing in front of Bucky. You forcefully turned him around and shoved him back toward the living room. “My phone is in the bathroom and I need to go get it.”
Bucky didn’t go and sit back down, but just stood there and watched you as you walked around the corner to the bathroom. You audibly wheezed in worry as you saw that the bubbles were gradually creeping out from below the door. The bubbles have gotten completely out of hand.
“Alright Y/N, I don’t know what you’re hiding, but you’re being real suspicious,” Bucky accused. Your heart began racing as you heard his footsteps begin to make its way toward your direction. There was no way you could hide it anymore. “You know how I don’t like secrets.”
You whipped around and saw Bucky making his way around the corner. You didn’t even delay on thinking about it and lunged at Bucky, crashing your lips onto his. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as you pushed him up against the wall. Bucky kissed you back, placing his hands softly on your waist.
As you two broke apart, you were so distracted about the fact that you actuallywent through with kissing him, you forgot about the bubbles. Bucky was about to speak, but his eyes noticed the activity that was happening over your shoulder.
“Bubbles?”
You perked up, immediately remembering the thing that you were trying to hide from Bucky. You turned around to see that the bubbles have gotten worse. You looked over at Bucky who seemed more confused than angry.
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, you can tell me while we clean this up. We have to have this gone before Sam gets home and kills us,” Bucky advised, walking up to the door. He opened it up, jumping back as the wave of bubbles came pouring out. “Well…This is going to be fun.”
Request: Hiii! I’m glad to see that you’re posting again. May I have an imagine with Bucky Barnes and a Teenager where she has been trying her hardest to prove herself to Bucky, only to accidentally get them stranded in the middle of nowhere. As they’re walking down the road to find a town, Bucky says something hurts her feelings and she ends up running away that night. Thank you so much! Merry Christmas too!!!
Warning(s): Language
A/N: I appreciate the support! Thank you very much. I hope you have a Merry Christmas as well!!!
His voice was so loud, so thunderous, that you couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. He truly became a different person. It ended in him huffing angrily and storming off completely infuriated. You felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.
You felt horrible. This entire mission, you were trying to prove yourself to Bucky. You wanted to show him that you were worthy enough to be his partner for future missions, but after this mistake, that didn’t seem too likely.
Bucky was stomping his way down the dirt road. You hadn’t moved from your spot. You thought that he was going to stop and wait, but he just kept walking. It was as if he acted like he didn’twant to turn back. It seemed like he wanted to leave you there, like he didn’t give a single care in the world for you at the moment.
You inhaled deeply, knowing that you were going to regret this next move, but you had to let Bucky know you were sorry. You started to jog up to Bucky, calling out his name, but he didn’t respond. You finally caught up to him, but his pace started to pick up.
“Bucky please, hear me out—”
“ShutupY/N,” Bucky interrupted, his tone of voice sounding like your father after an argument with your mother. In other words, resentful. “Don’t talk to me right now.”
“Bucky, I understand that I messed up,” You acknowledged, finally matching his speed of walking. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I know that you trusted me, but I promise you that I’m never going to do that again.”
No response. Bucky didn’t even look at you. You noticed that he was clenching his jaw, which was something he would do when he was extremelypeeved.
“Buck—”
“Y/N SHUT THE HELL UP!” Bucky fumed, taking you by surprise. He yelled so loud, it even echoed through the sky. Bucky took a deep breath before continuing. “You don’t know a damnthing about anythingthat this mission required. If it wasn’t for you being so ignorant with the keys, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“I understand but—”
“No you don’tY/N,” Bucky cut off, shaking his head. “I knew that choosing a stupid teenager as my partner for this mission was a mistake. So overall, I feel like this is practically my fault for making such a dumb choice.”
Ouch. You had to admit, that last comment was quite a stinger. You tried to convince yourself that Bucky was just insulting you because of the heat of the moment. He was mad, therefore he was making mad accusations. After that remark, you just kept your mouth shut and walked quietly beside Bucky. Normally you don’t overthink things, but you looked up to Bucky, and hearing those words come out made you exaggerate every little word.
He hated you, and that made you sad.
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“Here it is!” The man exclaimed, opening the door into the apartment room. You entered the room behind Bucky. “I hope you guys enjoy your stay, and I’ll see you two in the morning.”
“Thanks Braden,” Bucky thanked gratefully. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Don’t you mean we’llsee him in the morning?” You asked, trying to get Bucky to talk to you, but he still ignored you and brushed past you to the bathroom. “Oh, come on Buck.”
Braden bid his farewells and left the room. You walked up to your bed and plopped down onto it. You soon heard the bathroom door open and you instantly sat up. You looked over at Bucky who avoided your gaze and walked to his bed. He sat down and removed his shoes.
“Will you talk to me yet Bucky?” You implored, still receiving nothing. It was as if you were a ghost to him. He was treating you like you didn’t even exist. “Please Bucky.”
Bucky disregarded your request and laid down on his side, his back facing you. You sighed in defeat. Maybe he just needed to sleep on it. You hoped that he would talk to you in the morning. You got up and turned off the lights. You sat back down on your bed, but you didn’t lay down.
Instead, you just stared at Bucky. His back facing you seemed to have given you the feeling that he was never going to talk to you again. He genuinely hurt your feelings back on the dirt road. You recognized that you made a big mistake, but the fact that Bucky stillwasn’t talking to you hurt your feelings even more.
You blinked yourself back into reality before coming to the decision that you were going to run away. If Bucky wasn’t going to talk to you, you might as well just leave him. You believed that Bucky was going to be better off without you. Although you needed Bucky, you felt like he didn’t need you. Nor did you feel like he wantedyou to even be around him anymore.
You quietly stood up from the bed and walked up to the door. You opened it up and took one last look over your shoulder at Bucky before leaving the apartment room.
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The nightmare came to Bucky during his sleep. He dreamt of you getting killed by a group of bad guys. Even though Bucky was mad at you, he never would have wished death upon you. He loved you. He wanted to protect you. His mind was just giving him false dreams because of his current feeling he was feeling toward you.
He had finally opened his eyes which made him realize that he had to apologize to you. He thought that by ignoring you would fix his feelings, but it made it worse. Bucky rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Y/N?” Bucky quietly whispered, he didn’t want to awake you loudly. He sat in silence. “Y/N, are you awake?”
Normally, that was when you would respond, but there was still nothing but silence.
“Look Y/N, I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment,” Bucky apologized, swinging his legs off the bed. He stood up and went to turn the lights on. “I was just—”
Bucky froze as he saw an empty bed once the room was lit up by the lights.
“Oh shit.”
Bucky didn’t even wait another second and bolted out the door of the apartment. The cold air brushed against his cheeks as he stepped outside on the balcony. He frantically scanned the area, not being able to see you anywhere. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair in distress.
“What have I done?”
All Bucky could do was blame himself. Bucky started to call out your name, awakening some others in the apartment, but Bucky didn’t care. He ran to the stairs and flew down them, hoping that you’d be in the parking lot.
“Let go of me!” Bucky overheard your voice. Bucky’s eyes shot wide open, his head snapping the direction of your voice. “You don’t want to mess with me.”
Bucky ran the way he heard your voice, only to see a group of men surrounding you. You were in the middle, but Bucky didn’t see any fear in you, instead, he saw confidence. Bucky was about to interject into the situation when one of the men shove you, but he stopped as he saw you fight back.
He perked an eyebrow as the men attacked you, but you swiftly fought back, kicking their butts like Bucky wanted to. In the end of your impressive combat fighting, Bucky was officially impressed. You were breathing hard as the group of men ran away in fear. You turned your head, noticing that Bucky was standing not too far from you.
“Y/N, that was—”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” You interrupted, immediately walking the opposite direction of Bucky. Bucky ran up to you and caught you by your wrist. He forcefully turned you to face him. You sternly glared at him. “Let me go.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry that—”
“You really hurt my feelings Buck,” You confessed, delaying his apology. “I look up to you, and hearing someone you look up to you say those things about you can be real heartbreaking.”
“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Bucky admitted, shaking his head in disappointment. “But after seeing you kick those men’s asses, I can see that you don’t even need me.”
“Idoneed you though Bucky,” You muttered, lowering your gaze from his. “I had to learn those moves from someone.”
You suddenly felt two arms wrap firmly around you. You closed your eyes as you clasped your arms around Bucky, hugging him tightly.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am.”
“So am I Bucky,” You agreed, never wanting to leave his hug. “I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry I stranded us in the middle of nowhere.”
“Just please never run away again Y/N,” Bucky pleaded, pulling from the hug but keeping his hands on your shoulders. “I love you kid.”
Request: Hello! Could you do an imagine with Bucky Barnes where Bucky and Y/N are asked to watch over Sam’s nephews AJ and Cass? The two absolutely despise each other, but they both love the kids. Late at night, Y/N decides to take the boys out without telling Bucky. She dodges all his calls and ignores all his texts. The three end up getting in trouble later on. You can decide how it ends. Thank you!
“Boys! What in the world are you two doing?!” Sam shouted, entering the house to his two nephews fooling around with each other. “You two need to be careful with that shield.”
“We know,” The two boys answered in unison, both sounding equally as guilty. “Where’s Y/N?”
“Y/N?” Bucky echoed, sitting up on the couch. Sam shrugged nonchalantly. Bucky’s face immediately fell into an irked expression. “Sam, don’t tell me you—”
The words of Bucky were cut off by your loud entrance into the home, holding two full bags of groceries in brown paper bags. You were going to ask Sam where to put the food, but instead you met the unamused brown eyes of the man you hated, Bucky Barnes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You and Bucky complained simultaneously. Sam chuckled. You both snapped your irritated glares at Sam. “Sam, I’m going to kill you.”
“You both are even speaking the same sentences,” Sam teased, laughing at the fact you and Bucky spoke the same exact same thing at the same exact time. “Anyways, I obviously had to tell you both separately because I know if you both knew, you wouldn’t have agreed to do it.”
“Sam, you truly suck,” You called out, placing the groceries down on the little table across the couch. You sensed the malicious scowl that Bucky was offering you. “As much as I love AJ and Cassie, I don’t want to watch them with this idiot.”
“Please Y/N!” AJ screamed, running up to you. He fell onto his knees, causing his brother to do the exact thing. “Please please please.”
You blew out a long breath of air, soon to smile down at the two little boys begging you to stay. You had to admit, the love you had for the kids made you want to look past the fact that Bucky was even in the same room as you. You sighed in defeat.
“Fine.”
“WOOHOO!!!”
The two boys launched themselves at you, wrapping their arms around you tightly. Sam chuckled, but Bucky just scoffed in annoyance. The two boys pulled themselves off of you and raced to their bedroom, exclaiming that they wanted to show you something.
“Well, now that I see you guys have it under control, I’m going to go meet Sarah for dinner,” Sam said, saluting his farewell to you and Bucky. “Thanks for being great friends!”
Sam made his escape before you and Bucky had the opportunity to attack him. Bucky stood up from the couch and approached you with his arms folded across his chest.
“Here’s the plan Y/N,” Bucky considered, placing himself right in front of you. He made sure to stand in a position that made him look intimidating. “I’ll take care of AJ and Cassie, while you go and start dinner with the ingredients that you bought from the store.”
“Who put you in charge?” You asked, titling your head. “This isn’t a mission Buck. Therefore, I do what I want and I don’t have to follow any orders you give me.”
“You know Y/N, if you cook as good as you listen, have fun burning down the kitchen,” Bucky acknowledged, glancing down at your ankle that was currently wrapped in a bandage. “If you want to be in charge, go ahead and be in charge.”
“Sure, I’ll be in charge, which is going to start with youmaking the dinner,” You instructed, poking him in the chest. Bucky smirked. You quirked an eyebrow, you weren’t expecting that reaction. “The ingredients are in the bag. Good luck partner.”
Bucky was always up for a challenge, especially if it meant rubbing something in your face as the ending result. AJ and Cassie soon came racing back into the room, shouting your name. You looked over at them, noticing they were waving some sort of object in the air.
“Come outside with us and watch what it does!”
The two boys didn’t even give you a choice and ran up to you, one gripping your left wrist while the other one gripped your right wrist. You looked back at Bucky who was picking up the groceries and bringing them into the kitchen. A small chuckle left your lips at the thought of Bucky cooking, you knew he couldn’t do it.
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After about three hours outside with the boys, the sun began to set. The entire time, they were showing you their new invention. There was about one full hour of them explaining what it was and what it did. It normally wouldn’t have taken an hour, but they kept laughing at one another whenever it was their turn to talk.
You had to admit, it went on for a while, but the love you had for AJ and Cassie went to the amount of sitting and listening to them talk about something their passionate about for an entire day. You loved Sam’s nephew’s so much. They were precious.
“Now that we’re done with our presentation, what’s for dinner?”
“I don’t know,” You replied with a shrug. “Let’s go instead and see what Buck made for us.”
The two little kids bolted into the house with growling stomachs. You followed behind them, excited to see the absolute mess to walk in on. As you entered the house, a delicious aroma was immediately inhaled by you. You gasped lightly as you closed the door behind you. The food was Macaroni and Cheese. AJ and Cassie’s favorite.
“Bucky this looks delicious!” You hear AJ shout from the kitchen. You entered the kitchen, only to see that everything looked perfectly clean. In a sense, even cleaner than before. “Mac and cheese is our favorite!”
“Well prepare to eat up some mouthwatering food,” Bucky hyped up, bringing the last dish of food into the dining area. “I’m excited for you guys to try it!”
You followed everyone into the dining room. You gaped at the beautiful setup that was on the table. You couldn’t believe it. Bucky actually did pretty good. Bucky pulled out the chairs for AJ and Cassie to sit, but when you showed up, Bucky just grinned at you. He sat down across from where your dish was. You still couldn’t process the fact that everything looked good.
“I make no promises that I didn’t spit in your food Y/N,” Bucky jested, making AJ and Cassie laugh. You rolled your eyes, walking up to your seat and sitting down. “But you’ll definitely taste flavor, I can promise you that.”
You picked up your fork and took a bite out of the Macaroni and Cheese. You moaned in pleasure as the flavorsome nourishment exploded with taste in your mouth. You had never tasted such a creamy, scrumptious dish before.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” Bucky asked, perceiving your reaction. “You like something that I made Y/N?”
“Shut up,” You responded with a mouthful of more Macaroni and Cheese. You swallowed and narrowed your eyes at Bucky. “It’s okay.”
Bucky winked at you, which unexpectedly made your heart skip a beat. You shook your head, removing those thoughts of your head. You only liked what Bucky cooked. Not Bucky.
“Well, anyways, all that cooking got me exhausted,” Bucky yawned, overdramatically stretching out his arms. “Anybody want my plate—”
AJ and Cassie eagerly sprung at Bucky, fighting with each other on who got his plate. Bucky just laughed, patting the two boy’s on their backs. It was odd. The way that Bucky was smiling at AJ and Cassie made you think that maybe Bucky wasn’t that bad. At least not at the moment.
Bucky excused himself from the table and went into the living room to take a nap on the couch. You knew that Bucky fell asleep as soon as his head hits a soft cushion. Surprisingly, AJ and Cassie was able to share the plate of Macaroni and Cheese.
“You guys want to go on an adventure?” You questioned randomly. The two boys swung their eyes up to meet with yours. “I’ve got a place in mind.”
“Let’s do it!”
“Alright, but we’re going to have to be extra quiet when leaving,” You explained, gently scooting out from under the table. “We don’t want Bucky to know that we’re leaving.”
“Are we going to throw a prank on Bucky?”
“Yes, yes we are.”
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Bucky fluttered his eyes open, stretching out his entire body as he woke up. He swung his legs off the couch and stood up, taking one last long stretch before heading into the dining room area. He expected to see AJ, Cassie and you, but when he arrived, the room was empty. He raised an eyebrow.
“Y/N?” Bucky called out. “AJ? Cassie? Hello?” Bucky uttered in confusion. He turned around and walked back into the living room. “Where did everyone go?”
Bucky sighed to himself and walked up to his phone. He picked it up and dialed in your number. He held it up to his ear, but he was sent to voicemail. He grumbled and dialed again. Nothing. He started to text you, still receiving no response. Nowhe was getting worried.
Not only were you missing, but so were the kids. Bucky soon had a random thought of where you might be. He knew it was a long shot, but it wouldn’t hurt him to go and check.
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“Nigel, you need to leave.”
“Oh, like you left me?” Nigel interrogating, his breath reeking with alcohol. You kept AJ and Cassie behind you. “I knew that you’d get what you deserved.”
Nigel instantly gripped onto your neck, setting of AJ and Cassie. They thrusted at Nigel and started kicking him, making him let go of you. Your head spun as you tried gasping for air. You weren’t expecting that.
“Get off me you little brats!”
Nigel shoved both the boys onto the ground, making them both yelp in pain as they hit the ground.
“You really shouldn’t have done that,” A familiar voice sounded off from behind Nigel. He turned around, seeing an unfamiliar face, but when you saw him, a small smile appeared on your face. It was Bucky. “You’re gonna regret ever touching those two boys.”
“And who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Bucky pounced at Nigel, tackling him straight to the ground. You quickly ran up to AJ and Cassie and helped them up. You instructed them to leave the place before things got worse. They both nodded and ran out of the building. You turned around saw the two men fighting on the ground.
You didn’t hesitate and jumped in onto the fight, going against Nigel. After finding out that Nigel was practically beaten, he surrendered and ran out of the fight in fear. Bucky climbed up to his feet and brushed himself off. He looked down and saw that you were still on the ground, but avoiding his gaze.
“You gonna get up Y/N?” Bucky asked. He put out his hand. “Here, I’ll even help you up.”
“Don’t bother,” You mumbled, shaking your head. “None of that would have happened if I never left with AJ and Cassie,” You admitted, swinging your eyes up to meet with Bucky’s. “How did you even find us?”
“I have my ways.”
“Well…Thanks for saving us Bucky,” You thanked, finally taking his hand. Bucky hauled you up off your feet. “I guess that—”
Your words were cut off as Bucky went in for a kiss at the end of him pulling you up from off the ground. The moment your lips met his, it was as if you wanted to remain in the kiss instead of rip apart from it. It was as sparks flew as Bucky ended the kiss. You smirked.
“And you said you hatedme, huh?”
“What? You kissed me back,” Bucky pointed out. You chuckled. He wasn’t wrong. “But overall, we can’t let Sam know about what happened.”
“Which one? The whole sneaking out with AJ and Cassie or the kiss?”
Summary: Y/N and her family are invited to a masquerade ball since Netherfield hall has a new owner: Lord James Buchanan Barnes. What (Y/N) does not know is that this will be her last night among the living.
Warnings: soft!dark themes here! A bit of manipulation. Blood! Pride and Prejudices vibes at the beginning of the fic.
Author’s note: I’m happy that I can finally post this one because I’m a whore for masquerade balls and vampires! Especially Vampire!Bucky! This goes out to @emily-roberts (who can’t be tagged unfortunately) since they inspired me to work on Masqueradehere! Maybe this will get a sequel, i’m not sure yet.
You looked down at your watch, relieved that just like your son you were going to make it to work on time. Bucky really relieved your worries when he offered to drive you to work, him saying that it was better since he wanted to get to know the mother of his daughter’s best friend. As you were telling him the directions, you were surprised he would turn in the right direction before you even go the chance to finish your directions.
“You know Brooke mentions that she wants to invite Isaac over,” eyes fixed on the road, “and was wondering if you don’t mind setting something up, Brooke would be ecstatic,” his smile growing just thinking about how happy his little girl will be.
“Yea I don’t see why not, Isaac practically jumps at any chance to play,” agreeing with him, already knowing how he’s going to be jumping with joy when you would mention it.
“Great hopefully we can get a date sorted soon,” Bucky quickly glanced over at you with a smile.
Your face slightly warmed up, since his words for some reason being misinterpreted in that your children’s playdate would be a single date with him. Reminding you that you it has been a long time since you have even been on a date, because your free time was usually devoted to your son.
Not sure what to say, you just focused back on the road, noticing that you were almost at your workplace, “uh, you’re going to make a left at that stop sign,” pointing at said stop sign.
You hummed to the beat of the music, Bucky smiling to himself as you were so comfortable around him. You were ready for him to turn left; however he quickly turned right, already parking his car, not expecting that at all. .
“Uhh, I know that this sounds weird, but left is the other way,” pointing to the side of the street you should have been on, “but if you want to drop me off here its ok, thank you so much for the ride,” already getting ready to hop out of his car, and hoping that maybe what you said came off as a bit rude.
“I know, it’s just I need to park, before my spot gets taken, I’ll walk you to your work though,” he said as he turned off the car and reaching into the backseat to pull out a blue sleeved shirt to go over his black tee.
You eyed him curiously not understanding what he meant, but none the less he was doing you the huge favor for even giving you a ride to begin with. He quickly downed on his blue work shirt, his name ‘James’ embroidered on the side, as he told you to stay put. You gathered your things, as Bucky opened your door, bright smile on his face.
“Thanks, Bucky, I would have still been on the bus if it wasn’t for you,” you admitted as you brushed your hair out of your face, feeling so small as he almost towered over you.
“I don’t mind driving you, I mean we work near each other to begin with,” he said with a smile.
“We do?” you questioned.
“Yea, you see that garage shop over there,” he said pointing to a car repair shop just down the block.
You nodded as you both started walking heading to the cross light.
“I work there,” he continued as he pushed the button for you both to cross, “that’s why I didn’t mind taking you, now let’s get you to work before your late,” he said as he gestured you to walk as walking man sign turned on.
“You don’t have to Bucky, I mean I don’t want to make you late either, you’ve already been a big help,” not wanting to take too much of his time, always in your nature to put others ahead of yourself.
Bucky chuckled, “I own the place, and no one can get mad at me, besides it’s just me working in the morning today. And I’m pretty sure no one is going to be there right at the start of the day, I can afford to be a few minutes late,” his hand landing on your back to tell you that you weren’t going to talk him out of dropping you off at work, “unless you don’t want me too, I’ll understand if you do.”
“No, that’s not it!” taking a step forward, giving into him and really hoping you weren’t coming off as rude, “it’s really cool that you own your own shop.”
“Yea, it was hard to start, but it’s doing well so far, get a good flow of customers. Plus its nice not having anyone breathing down your back, I’m my own boss,” his voice really showcasing how proud he was of his shop, “may not be a doctor or lawyer, but pays the bills. Don’t hesitate to come on by if you ever have car troubles, I’ll make sure to give you a family discount,” smiling over at you, making you really admire how handsome he really was.
“Is this some sort of sales pitch?” you teased, “because hate to break it to you, but I already sent my car to repair to another repair shop,” you finished.
“Just saying,” his shoulders scrunching up, “you should best mechanic in this part of town,” he said with confidence.
“Says who?” smirk on your face, and slowing down your pace, not wanting to stop talking to him at all and judging by how he matched your pace…neither did he.
“Says myself,” his tone just as playful as yours, “but seriously though stop by sometime, don’t be afraid to ask for help or a repair,” being very sincere to you.
“Yea, I’ll keep that in mind if anything happens, but I hope it doesn’t don’t think my wallet would afford constant car troubles,” you laughed.
“Guess not,” laughing along with you. You stopped in front of your job, Bucky stopping as well, looking up at the name of your shop, “figured you work in a bookstore,” smile growing on his face as his blue gaze met your eyes, somewhat entrancing you, trying to keep yourself from getting lost in them.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” placing your hands on your sides, your eyebrows furrowing wondering if he was trying compliment your or insult you.
“it’s nothing bad, just…,” trying to find the best way to correct his wrong, his mouth opening and closing unsure of what to say. He was worried that if he did say what he planned to, it may upset you, “nothing never mind,” his hand scratching the back of his head, his cheeks gaining a pink color.
“Ok,” forgetting about what just happened, mainly because you were too bust enjoying the view of this big strong man being so bashful over a simple question.
You looked at the watering can by the door, sign that your coworkers already assigned you to water the flowers outside the shop, but then again you were the one that suggested it and even picked out your favorite flowers to plant. You picked up the can, sighing as you realized that it was empty, thinking that the least they could do was at least fill it up to save you the time.
“Watering duty?” pointing at the can.
“Yep, but I don’t mind, I mean I sort of was the one that nursed all these flowers to begin with,” pointing at the flowers that lined the store.
“Really?” his blue eyes slightly widening, “I can barely keep a plant alive for more than a week, what kind of flowers are they?”
“the white ones on the bush are gardenias, the red and magenta flowers are peonies,” pointing out which ones they were, glad that they were in full bloom, so he could really appreciate them, the morning air slightly tinted with the scent of the gardenias, “they’re my favorite flowers,” you quietly said but by the way Bucky lifted his eyebrows, you blushed knowing that he heard it.
“They’re really pretty,” he said softly, as his left hand reached out to touch the soft velvet petals of the gardenia. He was careful, treating them as if any sudden or wrong movement would cause all the petals to fall off. However this this allowed you a good opportunity to see the beautiful tattoos that were inked across his skin, hints of gears, stars, trees, and more scattered across his arms, all coming together to form an intricate monochrome piece.
Bucky’s arms were beautiful, firm muscles all across his arms and basically his whole body, giving away how fit he was. His muscles were so prominent throughout his body, it wasn’t that you were interested in him, but you couldn’t help but stare at an attractive man, especially when his tattoos basically screamed to be looked and appreciated. You trailed up his arm, seeing how each one was so unique, reaching to the hem of his sleeve, wondering what more lied underneath. But before you could let your imagination begin to wonder, your eyes met with his crystal blue ones with a smirk very present on his face.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” your face starting to heat up, “I mean, I know I did, but,” groaning because you were just making things worse.
He chuckled, making your face heat up even more in embarrassment, “its fine, I mean I guess my tattoos are just as much for my eyes as for anyone else’s,” looking down at his tattooed arm.
“They’re beautiful though,” not even caring that your cheeks were on fire.
“Thanks,” his smile ever present with the pink tint still on his cheeks, “so I was asking if you want I could give you a ride to pick up our kids,” he asked his voice losing that playful tone replaced with a soft tone.
“Sure, do I meet you here or at your shop?”
“I’ll swing by and pick you up, now hate to cut our conversation, but I think it’s time for you to go, before you’re actually late,” the bright smile back, his head gesturing to the door.
You looked down at your watch and he was right, you had to go inside and clock in. You thanked him and dashed inside, already feeling the curious stares of your coworkers, knowing that they were going to ask who you were speaking to…but you didn’t stop at all. As you were clocking in you couldn’t shake the heat off your cheeks, feeling that it skyrocket, when he said ‘our kids’. You brought your hands up to your face, letting out a sigh, you were an adult and yet here you were swooning over Bucky like a schoolgirl. You shook your head, wanting to forget those feeling, labeling them as a sign that you needed to go back on the dating scene soon…and preferably not with him.
AN: I can’t believe I haven’t done one of these for Bucky yet! Warning, this turned out to be more of a slow burn than I intended. Oops!
For the majority of his life, Bucky Barnes has fought.
When he wasn’t fighting, he was atoning for the sins that followed whatever battle he survived.
Post-Snap, Bucky threw himself into making amends.
Sometimes it would be doing small acts of kindness for strangers.
Other times it was moving across the hall from a man whose life you played a part in making terrible.
Balance was never his strong suit.
Dr. Raynor was little help in his atonement as she was less of a therapist and more of a well of one-liners about Bucky’s social life.
It was an easy mark though, as Bucky knew more ghosts than actual, living people.
Perhaps that was why Dr. Raynor’s teasing hit him so hard.
Perhaps that was why her comments on the topic lingered in his mind on the nights when his terrors were quiet.
“Do you have any friends? What about Sam? Have you heard from him?”
“You should try meeting someone, James.”
“Did you speak to anyone new over the weekend?”
Every time, Bucky would reply, “no, just Yori and the bartender.”
“The bartender nice?”
Every time, Bucky would shrug and say, “I dunno. I’ll find out next time.”
Then, ‘next time’ would come and Bucky wouldn’t find out.
It was like clockwork.
Until it wasn’t.
Until you.
It’s during Bucky’s usual dinner and drink with Yori, when he least expects it.
Izzy’s is a dive, a well-too-hidden gem covered in dust kicked up by those who lived in the city, walked the streets, called it home.
That means that Izzy’s is typically empty, but if it is busy, it’s full of regulars.
Leah, the bartender Bucky didn’t know was nice, was the only employee anyone seemed to see.
So, when you shadowed her behind the bar, eyes wide and drinking how she made each concoction for Izzy’s patrons, you stuck out.
That was why Bucky watched you at first, listened as Leah taught you the ropes.
“Alright, so, show me how to make it.”
“Like you just did?”
“Yes, Y/N. Like I just did.”
Bucky smiled then.
He smiled at your clear nervousness, the sound of your voice, the first utterance of your name.
Yori was talking about something, reciting some story that he already told
and Bucky was half listening, his eyes flicking up from the counter top to you.
Once, you locked eyes with him.
You smiled and Bucky felt his own smile widen.
That was before he lost his nerve and quickly looked away.
He wanted to talk to you, but he got in his head about it; as he always did.
Plus, your training finished and you walked out of Izzy’s with only one last glance in his direction.
He must have imagined it.
That’s what he told himself.
It would be pointless anyway.
What was the likelihood that he would see you again?
Whenever he and Yori went to the bar, Leah was the tender.
You would have a different shift, so he would never see you again.
But then, he did.
You were behind the bar, worriedly getting people their drinks as Bucky and Yori walked through the door.
As soon as they sat down, your eyes met.
An awe-struck silence fell over the two of you.
Bucky isn’t one for believing in a higher power, not after all he’s seen and been through, but he wonders, at that moment, about fate.
You wonder the same as the shared stare continues.
Then Yori would break the spell and ask, “where’s Leah? Leah works on Wednesdays.”
“I’m covering for her for a few weeks.”
“You’re new,” Yori said before he glanced at Bucky with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I am,” you laughed and followed the, seemingly, older man’s eyes to Bucky. “And you two are regulars, right? That’s what Leah told me.”
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, putting on a nervous smile.
He cursed himself for being so out of practice.
He cursed himself for being so suddenly taken by you.
Luckily, Yori could care less about Bucky’s ability to flirt with people.
“You two should go on date.”
Immediately, you and Bucky looked at Yori, chuckling warily before you glanced back at each other.
“Yori, c’mon, that’s not,” Bucky shook his head.
“We don’t even know each other’s names.”
Well, Bucky did know yours, and that put you at a disadvantage.
He didn’t like that, didn’t like that you didn’t know him.
Before Yori could introduce Bucky to you himself, Bucky extended his right hand (his flesh hand) out to you.
“I’m Bucky.”
Your eyes flicked from his fingers to his eyes before you smiled.
“Y/N,” you replied, taking his hand.
“There you go. Now date,” Yori proclaimed, “life is short.”
“Alright, easy now,” Bucky said when you dropped his hand. “I’m sure Y/N is a busy person, especially with this job.”
Bucky gestured around to the near-empty bar as he spoke and, much to his surprise, you laughed.
“Oh yes, so busy.”
Yori waved a dismissive hand and went on to ask for a drink and some food for himself.
Bucky watched quietly as you worked, pulling Yori’s favorite beer out and darting into the back kitchen to place his food order in.
You were a worried whirlwind of energy and, every so often, as you filed in and out of the adjoining kitchen, you met his eyes.
It took all Bucky had to focus on Yori and his complaining about the neighbors.
When you interrupted to give them the food they had ordered, Bucky was overwhelmed with relief.
He had an excuse to look at you then, to speak to you.
“Thank you,” was all he could muster, along with a shy smile.
The evening continued like that: a collection of small, stolen glances and the tension of Yori’s words between you.
Bucky got lost in his thoughts, questioned whether you felt it too.
Though, as always, Yori grounded him back to reality by the end of the night.
Tipsy and unsteady, the old man stood from his stool and grumbled something about heading to bed.
Bucky was helping Yori towards the door when he saw you again.
You were wiping down a newly emptied table near the exit and you lifted your head, eyes meeting his.
It took all Bucky had to explain, “I gotta get him back.”
“Okay,” you said, the faintest of frowns on your lips. “You two have a goodnight.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Bucky quickly guided Yori out the door before the man could press a possible date any further
That didn’t mean that Yori didn’t mention it on the walk home.
“You should have asked.”
“I’m not looking for…for that right now,” Bucky pressed, shaking his head.
Yori shook his head too, but he was chuckling, a lot.
With furrowed brows, Bucky watched him as he succumbed to an almost full-belly laugh.
“Oh, you’re a young man,” Yori managed through his chuckle, “you know nothing.”
Bucky huffed in amusement because he couldn’t deny that.
Despite being a century old, Bucky Barnes had not truly lived.
“You do not look for love,” Yori continued, “it finds you.”
The old man’s words struck Bucky in the chest
harder than any punch or shock or bullet ever had.
He barely had time to recover before Yori continued, but with his focus shifted to the noisy neighbors once again.
Bucky was glad for the distraction, though your smile lingered in the back of his mind as he helped Yori to his door.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Bucky drawled disbelievingly.
“You don’t,” Yori returned, opening the door this his apartment.
“What?”
Yori stopped at the entrance of his home and let out a long, heavy sigh.
“That Y/N. You didn’t make a date.”
“We’ve been over this. I didn’t but-“
“What a shame.”
“Yeah…a shame,” Bucky echoed, tension bleeding out from his body.
There’s a long pause where the two men sit in the quiet, each one waiting for the other to say something else.
Yet, they both thought better of it.
“Goodnight,” Yori said, patting Bucky’s shoulder.
Bucky held his breath at the touch, a flood of terrible, hazy memories flooding back and renewing his stress.
In a rush, Bucky replied, “Night, Yori.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, the old man disappeared within the dimness of his apartment.
Bucky took a trembling breath before he turned towards his own door.
His hand reached out to twist the knob, but the action stirred a feeling within him.
A memory of a few hours before Bucky’s hand extending out towards you as you smiled at him.
In turn, his hand falls back down to his side and he shakes his head as if to clear it.
Bucky turned and started back down towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
A walk would clear his head.
At least he hoped that it would.
Yet all Bucky got was rained on.
A storm rolled in, bringing small, isolated showers with it.
By the time he was nearby Izzy’s (one of the only places he knew how to get to), Bucky feared getting soaked.
So, he tucked beneath the oning that hung outside the door to the bar.
The thick, dark green fabric provided a little protection from the rain, and Bucky savored the fleeting feeling of safety it supplied.
It lasted only a minute or so before the door to Izzy’s swung open
and, of course, it had to be you that walked through.
“You’re back!” You quickly recollected yourself, shaking your head. “I mean, you’re back.”
“I’m back,” Bucky said, unable to keep himself from smiling at your presence.
You were smiling too, before confusion furrowed your brow and forced your lips into a frown.
“Everything alright? Yori okay?” You asked, concern dripping from your tone like the landed rain drops slipping off of the oning.
“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to…”
When Bucky met your eyes, he realized he wanted you.
But he couldn’t say that.
He was out of practice when it came to flirting but that would be…creepy.
“I wanted to apologize for him. He doesn’t have a filter sometimes.”
You laugh and Bucky felt a heaviness, one he didn’t know he was carrying, lift.
“It’s alright.”
A small quiet fell over the two of you, with Bucky just looking at you and you looking at him.
When you both realized that you were staring, you both chuckled and looked away.
Your eyes drifted towards the road, the rain that gathered in puddles in the pavement; and Bucky watched as you extended your hand.
With an open palm, you tested the frequency of the rain fall with a grace so akin to a fairytale that Bucky was winded.
“You don’t happen to have an umbrella with you, do you?”
Bucky heard your question, but he only managed to find himself and the words to reply when you turned your head to look at him again.
“I-I don’t.”
“You forgot it in your magic Mary Poppins bag?”
The way you smiled made Bucky think it was a joke, but he had missed the punchline, the reference.
When you saw that twinge of confusion in his smile, you frowned.
“You don’t know Mary Poppins?”
“And if I don’t?”
Your lips quirked up once more into a wide smile.
Bucky watched as you teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a thoughtful expression as your eyes flicked from him to the door of Izzy’s.
“If you wanna come inside to escape the rain, I could explain the reference.”
Then it was Bucky’s turn to put on a thoughtful expression; though, only for a moment because he almost immediately replied.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Great,” you returned and Bucky opened the door and went inside Izzy’s for the second time that day.
Before you were both inside, you paused and met Bucky’s eyes again.
“This isn’t a date, is it?”
“Not unless you want it to be.”
You never responded to that half-assed offer of a date and
a strange sort of ritual started formed.
On the days you worked and Bucky and Yori went to eat, Bucky would drop off Yori and come back.
Bucky would feign ignorance, tell you that he spent time out of the States for work with family and missed a lot of American pop culture.
You would tell him all you knew, explain movies he missed, recommend TV shows, books, music anything you thought he would like.
“I’ve heard of One Direction.”
“You have?”
“They trend on that bird app every so often.”
“You have Twitter?”
“Not anymore. I never thought people posting text could be so loud….and annoying…and confusing.”
Nights were spent just talking, exchanging stories.
Though, of course, Bucky kept a majority of his tales close to his chest.
In the vaguest of terms, he mentioned Steve, harrowing winters, traveling in the army, and even partaking in a ‘clinical trial’ headed by Russian scientists.
He told you everything he could without giving himself away.
He didn’t want to be the ghost of the Winter Soldier, not anymore.
He just wanted to be Bucky Barnes to you, some guy you met at a bar because a sweet, but sour, old man told you both that you should date.
There were a few times that he slipped back into a more combat-ready state.
For instance, the night he almost told you everything, you didn’t greet him outside of the door to Izzy’s.
He missed your smile at first, then his mind wandered to every terrible possibility.
Quickly, he rushed inside the bar and scanned the establishment for you.
You were neither sat that the table you usually shared with him
nor anywhere in the seating section.
You were still behind the bar, wearing a twisted expression as a man leaned over the counter and far too close to you.
Your brow was furrowed in disgust, lips in a scowl, but your eyes were nervous, wary of the leaning man’s intentions.
That was enough for Bucky.
He stormed over and circled around the man so he could rest his left hand (his Vibranium hand) on the creep’s shoulder.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but,” Bucky began, “you’re making the best bartender in the borough a little bit too uncomfortable.”
The man turned and glared at Bucky, but said nothing.
Bucky shook his head and added, “we can’t have that.”
With a squeeze of his hand, metal fingers crushed into the meat of the man’s shoulder and he yelped.
“Watch it,” he spat, trying to recover a facade of dignity after his somewhat embarrassing, high-pitched shout of pain.
The man shifted his angry eyes from Bucky to you and then back again before he turned around and darted out of Izzy’s.
“You’re the one that needs to watch it,” Bucky called after him.
After he was sure that the man was gone, probably high-tailing it down the block, Bucky looked to you.
There you were, your expression turning up into the smallest of smiles as you began to speak.
“Best bartender in the borough?” You pressed a hand to your chest, “I’m honored.”
“It’s the truth,” Bucky said, taking a seat on the barstool directly across from you.
“Does the hero want a drink?”
“I’m not a hero,” Bucky mumbled, shaking his head.
“You just exiled the bad guy,” you pointed out, gesturing towards the door.
“I’ve exiled good guys too. Sometimes worse.”
Your brow furrowed as you looked into Bucky’s eyes and asked, “but you don’t anymore?”
Bucky huffed, in his own disbelief, and shook his head.
“I try not to, yeah.”
“Well, if you’re trying then I’d call you a hero,” you said, your expression exuding a warmth Bucky hadn’t felt in years. “Tonight, I’d call you myhero.”
Right then and there, Bucky wanted to kiss you.
Instead, he choked out, “so, you’re working an extra shift tonight?”
“Leah’s running late. I’ll be off soon if you wanna hang out.”
“Great, yeah.”
Until Leah arrived, Bucky watched you work: pouring glasses of color drinks, popping open beer bottles, and shuttling food from the kitchen to the customer.
When you were free, Bucky could tell you were exhausted.
“Why don’t we skip tonight. You look beat.”
You gave him an unamused smile, “thanks, Bucky.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he explained in a rush, “just that-”
“I’m just giving you shit,” you said with a wave of your hand.
Bucky nodded quietly and you both started towards the door.
He held it open for you and, as you passed through, you caught sight of the night sky and men across the street, loitering in a nervous way.
Still in the doorway, you turned and looked up, into Bucky’s eyes.
“Walk me home?”
“Of course,” Bucky replied before he could really register what he was saying.
He didn’t mind it, obviously.
As you walked, you both talked about strange happenings.
Bucky even mentioned therapy, as he dropped the newest bit of wisdom Dr. Raynor had provided him with.
“So, she basically just told you to get a life?”
“Basically,” Bucky agreed.
“Therapy is great, it’s good you’re in it, but…she sounds awful!” You threw your arms in the air for emphasis and Bucky was awestruck by how the streetlamp light cast you, in that pose, under a yellow spotlight.
“She kinda is,” he murmured, unable to entirely refocus himself.
Before you could delve deeper into how awful Raynor was, you arrived at your front door.
“This is me,” you said through a groan.
“You don’t sound happy about that,” Bucky chuckled.
“I feel bad that our night was wasted.”
“Not wasted,” Bucky said softly, “we still hung out.”
At his words, your disappointment metamorphized.
Frown lines turned smile lines and eyes grew bright, hopeful.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
There was a pause then, with just the two of your staring at each other as the dark of night mingled with the sounds of the city.
In the distance, music played and the fast tempo coaxed Bucky’s heart to pick up the same fast beat.
“Well, I better-”
“Yeah, you better head to bed.”
You started up the steps but stopped when you were on the stair that put you exactly eye level with Bucky.
Bucky was about to ask what was the matter when you leaned in and pressed the lightest of kisses to his cheek.
It was so fast that Bucky swore he imagined it;
but when you pulled away, eyes still bright and bottom lip tucked between your teeth, thinking, analyzing his reaction, Bucky knew he hadn’t.
“Night, Bucky.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
Bucky lingered, made sure you got inside alright, and then started back down the street, towards his apartment, a little extra pep in his step.
Your ritual of night talks continued, but there was no mention of the sweet kiss.
Not that Bucky minded; though he did find himself lingering on you more and for longer as you talked about everything and anything.
It continued like that for a while until Sam gave over the shield.
That spent Bucky into a spiral and not even you could pull him out.
He never missed a night talk but you could tell he was distant.
Onthe night he told you everything, you asked about his awayness.
“Are you okay? You’re quiet, but you’re normally not this quiet.”
“Yea, I-” Bucky stopped when he met your gaze.
He couldn’t lie to you. Not anymore.
“I’m not okay,” he admitted, “there’s…there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Alright,” you said, settling into your chair, “tell me.”
“It’s actually a lot of somethings.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
Bucky took a moment, thought of you the night you kissed his cheek, and began to tell you his story in all of its gritty detail.
There were points where you were silent (when he told you how old he really was), where you gasped (when he told you about falling off the train), where you smiled (when he recounted his friendship with Steve), where you almost cried (when he told you the truth of his ‘clinical trial’ with HYDRA).
When he showed his arm, you reached across the table and took his hand.
His breathing shuddered as you intertwined your flesh fingers with his metal ones.
“Can you feel my hand?”
“What?”
“You said Vibranium is like a living metal, right? It can sense vibrations and absorb energy. Can you feel my hand?”
Bucky’s brows furrowed, “I’ve never tried that before.”
You studied him, your joined hands, quietly and Bucky took that opportunity to really focus.
He wasn’t entirely sure of all the capabilities Shuri incorporated into his new arm.
He knew the port the arm attached to was loosely connected to nerve endings to give him more control, but he didn’t know if that would allow him to feel.
So, he closed his eyes and really tried.
He wasn’t sure that he felt the warmth of your palm and the dull beating of your heart or if he just imagined it.
“I feel something,” he said, eyes opening to meet your gaze, “but I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I really want to or…”
He trailed off, lost in your eyes.
“It’s something,” you comforted and gave his metal hand a soft squeeze.
You held his hand as he continued to tell you everything.
He told you about the most recent happening, with Sam and the shield.
“Steve gave it to him.”
“He has a reason for doing what he did,” you said, giving his hand another squeeze.
“But that shield is…”
“It’s part of your friend, but it’s not everything he left behind.”
Something in your words stirred an old ache in Bucky’s chest, but he nodded.
“Yeah, but I think,” he sighed, “I think I have to talk to him. Figure out what he’s doing.”
“How long will talking to Sam take?”
“I don’t know.”
You nodded and pulled your hand from his as you said, “well, you owe me a night out when you get back.”
“I’m okay with that,” Bucky said, and he felt every ounce of dread he carried with him ebb.
Then Bucky goes off to find Sam, talk about the shield, they meet John Walker, the Flag Smashers, and….well, you know the rest.
And if you don’t, Bucky is sure to tell you all about it when he returns.
He’s a touch tanner than he was when you last saw him, and when he tells you about Sam’s home in Louisiana, he beams as much as the sun.
“Sounds like you really liked it there.”
“It was nice, nice to get away from the city,” he glanced around Izzy’s as he spoke, “but it’s better to be back here. Back with you.”
You smiled bashfully and Bucky himself felt his face grow warm.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you managed, shyness lacing your tone, making it feather-light.
There’s a soft pause, where the two of you meet each other’s eyes then look away….before looking back again.
Bucky surprises himself when he breaks the silence.
“So, what do you want to do for that night out I owe you?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“As much as I missed this place, I don’t think we should go to Izzy’s.”
“How about I pick you up at your place tomorrow at five and you trust me to pick the place?”
“Alright, but do you remember the way to my place?”
“No,” Bucky said with a smile, “but if I walk you home again tonight, I’ll be able to remember it.”
You laughed again and sighed, “that was smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.”
After another hour or so of talking, Bucky walked you home.
“Are there any places, besides Izzy’s, that you don’t want to go to?”
“Umm, a funeral home, pet cemetery…”
“Okay, okay, I get it. No spooky places.”
You raised a hand and shook your head, “no, I’m cool with spooky, just not sad.”
“Spooky, not sad,” Bucky echoed. “Noted.”
By that point, you both reached your home and were lingering outside.
Passersby glanced at the two of you, probably eyeing your closeness.
You were so close that you could feel each other’s heat.
“So, out here, tomorrow at seven?” You asked.
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, “tomorrow at seven.”
He watched as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and let your eyes flicking across his face, thinking.
Later, down the line, you would tell Bucky, that you were debating whether to kiss him that night.
You ultimately decided against it and simply smiled at him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said.
“See ya then.”
Bucky watched you go inside and started the long trek back to his apartment.
When he got there, it felt emptier, not quite as homey as the Wilson’s place or how Bucky felt when he was with you.
Though, he slept well that night.
During the day, he was nervous.
Not as nervous as he would have been prior to working alongside Sam, but still nervous.
He was in his head again, but until seven at night when he saw you walk down the steps.
You knew him, he had told you everything and you still wanted to waste time with him.
Bucky smiled at the thought, at you as you strode up to him.
“So, where are we headed?”
“To the park,” Bucky said in a breath, still trying to collect himself.
“The park,” you returned, your smile enduring.
As you walked towards the park nearby your home, your arms would brush against Bucky’s, a tickling reminder that you were alone together.
The park was lovely, framed by the sunset.
Children giggled, clinging to playgrounds and soaring in swings.
An elderly couple sat at a bench you and Bucky passed, all grey hair and joined hands.
Eventually, Bucky led you to a patch that was decorated like a haunted landscape.
Pumpkins, some carved some not, littered the grassy knoll
Plastic facades of ghosts, ghouls, and haunted houses stood proud, some nearly as tall as Bucky.
“Wow, you took the spooky thing to heart, huh?”
“Y-Yeah, you like it?”
You glanced around before you met his eyes and nodded.
“I love it.”
You and Bucky wandered through the maze of gourds and decorations, smiling, cracking jokes about Halloween costumes past.
“I didn’t get to do much so I was an army man most years.”
“Oddly fitting,” you teased.
“What about you?”
“There were a few DIY costumes over the years,” you admitted.
Bucky’s face immediately brightened and he chuckled. “Oh really?”
“Oh yes, and there’s photo evidence to support how terrible they could be,” you smiled and added, “I’ll show you sometime.”
You both watched as children darted between plastic ghosts, trying to scare each other.
Eventually, you and Bucky perched yourselves on an empty bench.
Your shoulders were almost pressed together, your warmth mingling and wrapping around you both, banishing the crisp evening chill.
“I haven’t been to the park in ages.”
“Really?” Bucky asked, happy that you broke the silence that claimed you both.
“I’ve been too busy, with work and just…life.”
“So I was right when I told Yori that you were too busy for a date.”
You chuckled and shook your head.
“Except for now,” you said, turning your head to meet his eyes.
Bucky couldn’t help the grin that spread along his lips.
You smiled back at him.
“This isn’t a date, is it?” Bucky asked, mimicking what you had asked the first time you spent the night talking to each other at Izzy’s.
“Not unless you want it to be,” you returned, the same thing he told you back then.
Bucky smiled and nudged his shoulder against yours.
“I want it to be.”
“I want it to be, too.”
There was another stretch of quiet, though easier than the one before.
You and Bucky stared at each other with all the softness in the world.
Bucky’s face was relaxed, more than relaxed than you had ever seen him; his lips wore a lazy smile and his blue eyes were glinting under the light of the setting sun.
That light further bathed him in a warm orange glow that made your stomach twist.
Bucky was drinking in the look of you too, outlined in the green of the park and beautiful.
“I also want to kiss you,” Bucky said, his voice tender, almost lost in the wind.
“Then kiss me.”
At your reply, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a fumbling rush.
You didn’t care though, so neither did he.
His hands reached to cup the sides of your face and held you with all the careful fervor he could muster.
Your hands gripped at the front of his dark red shirt, pulling him impossibly close.
While PDA might not be your favorite thing, you were so swept up by Bucky’s touch that you didn’t care.
Bucky, who loves PDA, already didn’t care.
When you pulled away (‘cause Bucky sure wasn’t going to be the first to do so), his lips were kiss-swollen and eyes half-lidded.
“Should’ve done it sooner,” he murmured when he met your gaze.
“Yeah, definitely.”
After that first date, you and Bucky retained your three times a weeknight talks
and a weekly outing on the weekends.
He would check you out while you worked, make sure that people like that creepy guy wouldn’t come around to bother you.
He would glare at anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.
“You’re staring,” you said, passing him a bottle of beer.
“Do you blame me?”
You gave him a warning glance, but there was a smile on your face.
When you ask why Yori doesn’t come around with him anymore, Bucky is honest with you.
“But that wasn’t you.”
“It was,” Bucky said, “my body still-”
“I don’t care what your body has done, I care about what you do. And you care about people, Bucky, you try to help wherever you can. You love. That’s you. The man that killed his son wasn’t you.”
Bucky wanted to kiss you, in the dingey corner of Izzy’s after your shift, but held back.
On the walk home, he held back;
but the second you were about to say goodbye, Bucky cupped your face and kissed you, hard.
The force behind his lips was strong, but his touch was so mild that you melted into him.
Your chests pressed together, heartbeats melded into one.
He walked you backwards until your back knocked against the fence.
You laughed as you nearly toppled entirely into Bucky and broke the kiss.
You threw your arms over his shoulders as he rested his forehead against yours.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“No, don’t be sorry,” you leaned up and snuck another kiss.
Bucky pulled his forehead from yours and stared down at you.
His fingers, with rough pads, traced along your cheek to your jaw and tilted your face up with such a softness that the rush before felt like a hazy memory.
Just before your lips touched, you asked in a whisper, “come upstairs?”
“Yes,” Bucky said just before he pressed his mouth to yours.
The two of you were a stumbling, tangled mess getting to your room.
Needless to say, even when you reached your bedroom, you both were still a stumbling, tangled mess.
A softer mess, a more tender, pleasurablemess.
That night began another ritual.
Bucky would sleep over at your place a few times a week.
Eventually, you dedicated a drawer to him, his clothes.
Though, they weren’t always his clothes.
“Where’s my red- doll.”
“What?”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Maybe,” you teasing, pulling at the long sleeves of a shirt that was definitely Bucky’s.
You turned around to face him and he was, literally, shirtless, with his dog tags shining against his tanned chest.
“I’d like it back.”
“Come get it then.”
Spending the night together wasn’t always teasing.
Most of the time it was sharing movies, ordering takeout, talking, laughing.
Basically, you catching Bucky up on pop culture.
“Steve’s list mentions a Star Wars?”
“It’s a movie series. You wanna watch it?”
“How many movies are there?”
“Ten, I think, eleven maybe.”
“Ten! How many movies can someone make about the same characters?!”
“You’d be surprised.”
It’s after one these movies nights when it happens.
You’re switching off the screen, ready to head to bed when you turn around and see Bucky still sat on the couch.
His plaid pajama pants rode up a little, disturbing the hem of his tight grey shirt.
It’s then you see the steady rise and fall of his chest grow a touch more rapid.
“I love you.”
His voice is low, gravelly but soft when he says it.
You thought you misheard him at first and Bucky feared that he said it far too soon.
When your pause extended, Bucky moved to sit up, to backtrack.
But then, finally your face broke into a grin.
“I love you too.”
“Come ‘ere then,” he said, arms extended and reaching out to you.
You walked towards him, felt his warm hand and cold hand grab your hips and pull you down into his lap.
“I love you,” he said again, leaning up for a kiss.
“I love you,” you echoed, meeting him in the middle.
Leah makes jokes about how icky the honeymoon phase is.
You agree, but you explain that you’ve never felt this way before
and Bucky was first to admit that his encounters with love were limited.
So, you both hold on to each other; become one another’s safe space.
Once, Bucky mentioned a vacation.
“Where to?”
“Louisiana. You could meet Sam, go out on the boat, get out of the city.”
“I’d like that.”
When you do go eventually, you love it.
The Wilsons welcomed you with open arms.
“So you’re Y/N,” Sam greeted, “Buck won’t stop talkin’ about you.”
“That’s saying a lot, because he hardly talks,” you said teasingly, squeezing Bucky’s hand.
Sam laughed, “oh, I like you.”
You and Bucky spend days on the docks, the beach, on the boat.
One night, you were on the dock, watching the sunset.
When you turned, Bucky was taking a swig of his beer, basking in the sun.
“This place looks good on you.”
Bucky turned and beamed at you, “really?”
“Yeah,” you replied, reaching a hand out to brush through his hair.
“It’s nice seeing you of the city, not busy. Relaxationlooks good on you.”
You leaned in, as if to kiss him, but lingered just out of reach of his lips to say, “maybe we should stay a little longer.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I’ll call Leah,” you said, starting to move away.
Bucky pulled you back, your chin pinched between his forefinger and thumb.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, “right now, you’re mine.”
You were his, just as he was yours, for the next few days.
Sadly, after another week in Louisiana, Bucky mentioned how Sam needs him back in action.
“So, he’s stealing my boyfriend?”
“More like borrowing me.”
“When do you leave?”
“After we get back to the city,” he replied, walking towards where you sat on the edge of the bed.
You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and Bucky smiled.
He kneeled down before you, between your legs, and reached up to pull your lip free.
“What are you thinkin’ about, doll?”
“I’mthinkin’we just shouldn’t go back.”
Bucky head fell to the side, strength almost crippled by the sadness of your voice, and leaned up towards you.
He didn’t have to say anything.
He poured his agreement, that shared wish, into the kiss you shared.
Bucky is struggling and you don’t always know what is best to say, but this is both of you trying.
AN:this is based on the fact that Bucky KNEW what Steve planned in Endgame…
7:06 PM EST
“That’s it.”
“That’s it?!” You bolted up from the chair you sat in. “That’s ridiculous! The implications of it, alone! Didn’t Bruce warn us about this, about branch realities?”
Steve leaned back in his chair as you shouted, arms resting in his lap. His face was stone stoic, eyes focused on you, he was hearing you. Yet, you knew your words had no impact. Steve had made up his mind long before he called you and Bucky in to talk. This was just a courtesy.
“You’re just going…going to leave? After everything, after we got everyone back?”
“Tony,” at the dead man’s name, Steve took a sharp breath. It still stung, still was a fresh wound. “He had the right idea, he had a family, a life. After everything, it’s time for me to retire, to give myself the chance to have that too.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “You can’t do that in this timeline?”
“I promised someone that I wouldn’t be late.”
“What about promises you made the team?!” Anger, boiling hot, bubbled up in your chest. “You can’t just-”
“Y/N.”
The sound of Bucky’s voice cut through the shock and hurt in your system. You turned, eyes wide, to the soldier sat beside you. Bucky was in his seat, still as a statue. His attention was fixed on Steve, and you knew he saw that same unshakable resolve you did. When he looked up at you from where he sat, Bucky’s eyes were pleading, desperate.
You were tired of wishing for people to stay, but you couldn’t say it.
You glared back at Steve, with a fury in your heart, and tipped your head towards Bucky. “What about the promise you made him? End of the line and all that?”
Silence greeted your question. Steve glanced from you to Bucky and back again. You had only ever seen Cap speechless once, after the defeat in Wakanda. So, it took you a moment to realize that he had nothing to say. When you looked back down at Bucky, you saw the same, quiet expression on his face.
“How are you not angry?”
Bucky did not reply to your question. His blue eyes flicked to the ground and something in his down-turned gaze made filled you with sour regret. It was too late, you had said what you said. You looked back at Steve and frowned.
“I won’t stand by and watch you go.” You turned to walk out the door, leaving the two super soldiers to discuss Steve’s departure.
2:01 AM EST
It was two in the morning when you first heard the knocking. The muddy view of your clock made you believe that you were still stuck somewhere in a dream state. For the past five years, since Thanos, your sleeping patterns were unpredictable. You grew used to tossing and turning, sleeping for scattered, small periods of time, or not sleeping at all. Not to mention the strange night terrors that invaded your rest-weary mind.
After your argument with Steve, your dreams this night, torrid and bitter, bleed into your hazy, waking reality. In the early morning hour, you convinced yourself the knocking was a hallucination blurred by disrupted sleep. With a grumble, you fell back against your pillow. Warm and welcoming, you were ready to fall back into the darkness of sleep. Then, just as you began to close your eyes once more, another round of knocking reached your ears.
With a groan, you tossed your legs over the side of your bed and let your feet hit the floor. Blood rushed to your head as you stood in one quick, too quick, movement. Rather than take a moment to ease your dizzy head, you started towards your bedroom door with your hand pressed to your still pounding skull. As you padded down the hall, the knocking dulled, trailed off into dwindling thuds, as if the source started to grow wary.
Before the sound faded completely, you turned the latch and threw open your front door. Light from the lit, apartment complex hallway shone across your vision. Senses already drained from a lackluster sleep, you were momentarily blinded. As you squinted and struggled to adjust to the light, a shadow moved to block it.
Then, the shadow became a figure, an outline in a familiar, awkwardly friendly shape. A sharp nose and slight cleft chin came into focus. Long strands of messy, brown hair and the glint of eyes stood out in the semi-darkness. Finally, when your eyes accumulated, you could name the shadow of a man that lingered in your now open doorway.
“Bucky?”
You saw him clearly then but lacked the proper verbiage to describe him. The right word was lost somewhere in his eyes that drooped down and darkened around the sockets. Or along his lips, how they parted as if he had something to say, but let the words die on his tongue. Scruff, patchy and thick, covered his face. Haggard. Bucky Barnes looked haggard as he lingered in your doorway at two in the morning.
When another long moment passed, and his mouth opened only to close and open again, you only nodded. “Come here.”
Before Bucky could change his mind, your hand closed around his wrist of metal. A small, sharp intake of breath reached your ears but you were too caught up in the thrall of your late-night, early morning guest to wonder why he breathed so strangely. It was only when he was inside, the light of the hallway was trapped behind your front door, did you realize you were the cause of Bucky’s now wide eyes. After you flicked on the nearest lamp, you followed his downturned gaze to your hand, your fingers that were wrapped around his Vibranium limb.
“Oh, I didn’t realize I-,” you said, pulling your hand away.
“It’s, it’s fine,” Bucky interrupted. Despite his words, he shifted his metal arm behind his back. “It’s just…no one ever really…”
Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling to the side then the floor, away from you. Your tiredness ebbed at the sight. Five years without Bucky turned your heart to rough stone, but now that he was back, you could not deny how the man softened your harder edges. Steve mentioned something about it before, how Bucky found a way to catch you in your best worst moments and pull you out of the dark. Though, it felt as if you hardly knew Steve anymore and, back then, you didn’t know Bucky at all.
All you knew was the Winter Soldier; not the man that stood before you, glancing around your apartment, at anything but your eyes.
A man that seemed swallowed by the very darkness he pulled his loved ones from time and time again. You could not help but begin to reach out. Silently, with itching fingers, you hoped that he would take your hand. You wanted to say that you were sorry for your earlier outburst, sorry about Steve. You wanted to tell him to let you be his anchor, let you hold him in place while he put his world together. Only a couple of days ago he returned, only to attend a funeral, and face the nightmare of Steve’s looming absence.
You wanted to….but you lost your courage and let your hand fall back to your side.
“What’s wrong, besides the obvious?” As you asked, you cleared your throat of all that you wanted to say.
Bucky finally lifted his eyes from your floor and met your gaze. “I…It’s hard, being back and…I’m not adjusting.”
A wave of aching sympathy and confusion rolled over your shoulders. Never before had you seen Bucky so shaken, so exhausted. Even in your somewhat sleepy state, you could so clearly see depths of sadness in Bucky’s widened blue eyes and the defeat in the slackness of his jaw. He could have gone anywhere, but he was there, with you.
“Okay.” You nodded and echoed, “okay.”
On your heel, you turned towards your small living room. The lamp you had flipped on bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. If it weren’t for Bucky’s worry, you might even find the scene relaxing, welcoming. But, as you fell back on your couch with a small sigh, you felt hardly any relief. You looked back up and saw that Bucky was watching you, expression unchanged.
His eyes flickered to you and to the unoccupied cushion at your side. You could not help the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth at the softness he exuded. Though, Bucky seemed blind to the small hints of his heart that slipped out through his silent ask for permission. To answer, you patted the empty space beside you.
“You can sit, I don’t bite.”
Bucky didn’t move to sit down next to you. He stayed still, watchful, wary.
“Please, I,” you sighed, “I want to apologize.”
Bucky shifted at your words as if he were expecting a punch rather than beg pardon. With careful steps, he moved across the floor of your apartment and sat on the couch beside you. The cushions dipped beneath his weight and caused you to tip over slightly despite the fact he sat a fair distance away. Bucky left a vast space between you and him. Within an arm’s length but seemingly so out of your reach.
To better face him, you shifted in your seat and sat cross-legged at his side. Bucky held your gaze and in the lamp’s light, the blue of his eyes seemed brighter but his face gave away the true depth of his tiredness.
“I want to apologize about before. I shouldn’t have said that, or asked him, or asked for you. It was rude, out of line,” you breathed, eyeing him as you spoke. “And I’m sorry.”
In typical, aloof, Bucky fashion, he only stared back at you in reply. A long few seconds of quiet stretched between you. You considered apologizing again, unable to bear the silence. Then, Bucky’s eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again, and you lost your courage. You peeled your eyes away, feigned interest in how your hands rested in your lap.
“Steve told me,” at the sound of his voice, you looked up to meet his gaze, “that you were a lover and that’s what made you a fighter.”
A nervous laugh slipped out of your laugh. “I don’t…I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Neither did I, but I don’t know what to say about a lot of things. So, I don’t talk. But you, you try. You say, you love, and you fight-”
“And I say too much,” you interrupted. Bucky’s gaze grew a serious edge. “Sorry.”
“You ask the questions others want to,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “You say the things no one else seems to have the pluck to. You’re the one thing I never have to adjust to, you’re always you.”
“That’s not true.” Bucky cocked his head at your words and you shook your head. “I mean, I don’t say what I want to all the time, not how I want to.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Are you implying that I talk too much?”
Gently, you pushed a hand against Bucky’s shoulder. Beneath the layers of his jacket and shirt, you could feel the warmth of his arm on your palm. He hardly budged with the push, but a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth ever so slightly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him smile, perhaps five years ago.
“I know I’m rusty, but that feels like a trap,” Bucky drawled, letting his eyes fall from yours. It seemed that, as quickly as you noticed the hints of a smile on his lips, he began to frown again. Your heart stung at the sight.
“I’m glad you’re back.” You reached across the cushion between you and let your hand rest on his forearm. Again, warmth kissed your palm. Bucky turned his gaze back to you at your touch. His blue eyes studied your features with an intensity you had never seen before.
“You’re stuck with me.”
“Not stuck. I want you to stay.” Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. Quickly, you added, “stay around. People leaving after everyone else being gone…”
“People? You mean Steve.” He craned his neck and shot you a knowing glance.
“Yeah, I mean Steve.”
Bucky sighed and let his eyes fall to your hand that lingered on his arm. “He’s right, about giving himself a chance.”
“You mean that you would do the same?”
“Maybe,” Bucky paused before he lifted his eyes to yours, “if it were you.”
“I…” You shook your head in the hopes of clearing away the shock. When it did not recede with the tide of blood that rushed to your face, you forcibly tore your eyes from Bucky.
You wanted to blame the early morning hour for your speechlessness. The lack of sleep had dulled your senses, making you slow to respond. But Bucky’s words rang in your head like a siren echoing through the streets of a city. There was no escaping it, not walking out of this room, leaving the matter in your dust. No, you would have to find that courage to speak up, that pluck, Bucky claimed you held.
Though, you were too consumed by the warmth of him sitting so close and the wild beating of your heart to search for it.
“Hey,” Bucky’s tone, soft and luring, immediately pulled your attention back to him. His eyes, they were pleading again, desperate again. “Say it. Say what you want to.”
Somewhere, in Bucky’s eyes, you found it, that courage.
“I’m tired of wishing for people to stay,” you murmured, “I don’t want to watch you go, either. I want you to stay.”
“Then I’m with you.” Bucky’s hand, the one your fingers brushed against, lifted. Carefully, hesitantly, he reached for your face. The tips of his fingers kissed your cheek and cupped your jaw with a softness you had never felt before. “I’m with you.”
A thick strand of brown hair fell before his eyes. Instinctually, you moved to brush it away from his face. You tucked it behind his ear and, at the light brushing of your fingers, Bucky leaned into the touch before you let your hand fall into your lap. For the second time, you caught his gaze flicker from yours to your lips and back again.
Though, this time, your resolve did not tremble. You leaned in and met Bucky in the middle, closing the gap between you. The tip of his nose knocked against yours like buffer, giving you the chance to pull away if you so wished. When you didn’t, when you pressed your lips to Bucky’s, he reciprocated. His hand held your face to his as you shifted, moving from your sitting position to lean in closer.
Bucky shifted too, melted into the cushions of your couch until you were settled above him. Your lips parted and you took the chance to catch your breath. Bucky’s eyes were half-lidded, focused on your lips before he met your gaze. It was then you caught the glint of his Vibranium limb from the corner of your eye. When you looked over to his arm, hung off the edge of the couch, Bucky followed your gaze.
Carefully, you reached a hand out towards his metal wrist. The surface was cool against your fingers, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body below yours. You brought his mechanical hand to your waist, let his metal fingers take a hold of your hip. As you did, you met Bucky’s eyes once more and saw the worry in them.
“You’re with me,” you echoed, “and I trust you.”
And that was all Bucky needed to hear as his fingertips, both flesh and metal, pressed a little harder into your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss.
