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the thing is that like i genuinely am not in this because i am truly expecting buddie canon. at this point i do think its a genuine possibility (and also very possible that they won't do it) but if everything was almost exactly the same but i didnt think they would ever commit to it i would still be having a great time because i am here to be baited! im not disappointed when nothing happens because thats the baseline expectation BUT i love the thrill of them having insane moments together. ive seen so many people say shit like "i never watched 911 because i thought it was just bait but wait this is actually something..." meanwhile - and i think i have posts from when i started the show saying this lmao - i was never interested because i assumed it was shoving the two lead guys together just because and then i watched it and was like "oh this is bait bait. i'm locked in." whether they go canon or not theyre doing it good old-fashioned queerbait style and i'm having a ball you know.
my point is when you see me posting "buddie is going canon TONIGHT i know it will happen" and shit like that just know that i am Aware of how this show is my actual expectations are quite low. i am not losing chess to a dog i am spectating the match or something idk if that metaphor works. that said if i start sounding TOO much like a tjlc truther you should take me out back and shoot me.
#r.txt#911#idk why i feel the need to be defensive no one is coming for me im just like. i have to defend my honor#i am NOT someone who gets baited. because i always assume the worst <3#i think quite possibly the only time i truly fell for something and had them not follow through was. well. queliot.#and whether you consider that 'bait' is. complicated considering the feelings were explicitly canon and stuff#but they did give them this huge Almost moment and then drop it completely and kill one of them off. so.#i also briefly thought they'd do something for real with dirk gently but i dont think that was every leaning into the bait#idk man i think very few things truly qualify as queerbait in the way we used to use it#some of supernatural. sherlock of course. merlin.#and buddie has that thrill and i LOVE it#but the fact that losing chess to a dog comes from being baited by marvel its like#in what marvel movie were they TRYING to bait you#you thinking two characters are gay when they arent is just you shipping something that isnt canon#if they arent trying to make them gay on purpose thats on you#which i think is the point of the losing chess to a dog thing like THEY ARENT EVEN PLAYING CHESS. THEYRE A DOG.#they pulled back so hard from any hint of steve and bucky and it'll still never die#maybe theres more bait-like stuff in the tv shows and other later stuff but all this to say#whether buddie happens or not they are delivering the Queerbait Experience
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Wanna Be Yours | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Even months after Bucky had rescued you from HYDRA, you still had a separation anxiety that made you paranoid when he wasn't around. And so did Bucky.
Content: [bucky being unable to stay away from you] [Comforting] [minor pining for each other] [alluding to s³x]
Warning: Mild mature themes
A/N: first buck fic😍✋️That I'm posting anyways. Not saying my draft isn't full of horndog shit BUT PLEASE PAY ATTENTION THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. Please watch this bucky edit before reading. It'll give you a visual of this fic. I'll leave the link in the comments as well so it's easier to copy. Okay, enjoy ♡ https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNMdKCFQ/
Not proofread, Sorr :)
"Bucky."
"Hmm." A low grumble echoed from the other end of the call, the familiar rattle of his metal arm easing the anxiety in your chest.
"I miss you."
"I'm working." He responded with the same monotonous effect. He'd been dispatched on a mission nearby, along with Natasha Romanoff only about 20 minutes ago.
She was a glorified babysitter that Steve had assigned to accompany Bucky just in case he got himself in trouble.
As grateful as you were that they'd helped Bucky save you from HYDRA, you weren't that well acquainted with the avengers to know their relationship with each other so the fact that you were left at the tower alone while Bucky was out with someone else just didn't sit well in your stomach.
"I miss you." You repeated mechanically into the phone. It was a habit hard to kill even though it had been months since you'd been freed from the shackles Pierce constricted you in. You were no longer a soldier, but it wasn't like you could just turn off or forget years of torture.
When there was no response, you opted to repeat yourself another time before he interrupted you. "I miss y-" "I know."
You heard a soft sigh from the other line, a few minutes of silence passing before it disconnected with a distorted click.
•
10 minutes later
The door to Buckys bedroom swung open, revealing you sitting in front of it with your legs curled up to your chest, the same inexpressive look in your eyes as they looked up at him.
"How long have you been sitting here?" His brows knotted, and his forehead creased revealing a hint of worry. "Since you left." You answered to which he could only respond with a deep exhale.
Bucky walked closer to you, crouching down to your level before gently sliding a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek with caution.
Leaning into his touch came much easier to you than most things. Having Bucky close was your only source of comfort after he'd rescued you. His presence grounded you in a whole new world that felt like it was caving in around you.
A world where no one knew who you were but him, and you depended on him to not forget yourself.
"Let's get you to bed." Before you could say anything, Bucky had already hooked his arms around your body, lifting you up with almost zero effort. Your own found their way around his shoulder, eyes glued to his stone cold expression as he moved you nimbly over to the bed and set you down.
"Are you hungry?" He questioned further while reaching for the covers to which you'd responded with a light shake of your head.
"Just missed you." A low hum erupted from the depth of his chest.
Pulling the covers over your legs Bucky sat himself down beside you on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the headrest before stretching his hand out in your direction, lacing his fingers through your hair.
Forget the Avengers. Your own relationship with Bucky was a mystery, if not anything else. One thing was clear, though. You were definitely not friends. At least you didn't want to be.
The years you'd spent being tortured and trained at HYDRA's base was something only he had the capability to understand. Naturally, your heart ran to him to seek any kind of empathy or comfort, but you'd both been wrung so tight that any sense of emotional sensitivity had been drained from you almost completely.
It took him a long a while, but he'd warmed up to the Avengers, finding his old best friend in Steve, a good companion in Sam, and a supportive team in everyone else.
However, it wasn't so easy for you. Bucky was all you had, and you'd worried your dependence on him in trying to fit back into society would someday become too much of a burden. The vehemence of your affection for him seemed to be concealed by the expressionless look on your face and the thought that he would someday choose to want someone who showered him with love unlike you.
Little to your knowledge, Bucky had his own apprehensions when it came to you. He'd thought being around the Avengers who'd protect you at any cost would make you feel more comfortable and safe. That it would help you open up.
That was the reason he had insisted for you to stay at the tower after the rescue mission. Well. Half of it anyway.
He couldn't stand the thought of you being alone the way he was, holeing up within the dark confines of his room. As hypocritical as it was, he cared too much to see you turn into the version of himself that he'd barely managed to escape.
You deserve to feel the warm flutter of happiness in your body. You, more than him. More than anyone.
That's why he'd rushed back to the tower halfway through his mission after you'd called, leaving Natasha to deal with the aftermath.
He could almost still feel the wind on his face from how harshly he'd revved the engine of the Harley Davidson Street 750.
"Bucky?"
You whisper softly while looking up at him, your doe eyes making him take in a deep breath. "Y-yeah?" He didn't realise how long he'd been staring or how close you'd gotten, your breaths mingling with each other, caressing the others' skin and sending shivers up and down his spine.
Close. Too close.
Too close not to do anything about it.
His metal arm that had been stroking your hair slid down to hook around the back of your neck, the cold vibranium thumb tracing circles on your jaw, and you couldn't help leaning into the touch, sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes in contentment.
"Bucky.." You purred, your cheeks filled with unfamiliar heat. Blushing? Bucky was making you blush.
Meanwhile, Bucky seemed to be awestruck as he blinked in disbelief. "You.. smiled." It was brief, a very small one, but he definitely caught it, and suddenly he couldn't think of anything more beautiful than the sight of it.
He wondered what it would take to see your lips tug upwards just a little more. To hear you laugh if he was lucky enough.
Buckys mind was clouded. Filled with the image of heaven that you'd graced him with, and suddenly he was closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to your own.
"Smile for me, doll."
Your eyes widen when his lips finally pressed against yours, knocking the wind out of you. However, it only took a few seconds for you to melt into the sensation. You had been craving it after all.
Your body began to curl up in an effort to be as close to him as possible, fingers grazing the outline of his stubble. A muffled whine slipped from your lips, causing Bucky to chuckle into the kiss before parting only slightly, an adoring look in his eyes. One you couldn't fathom was meant for you.
"Somehow, that was even better." He cooed, sliding his hand down your arm, the side of your body before resting on your hips, giving it a little squeeze.
"Come here, babydoll." He murmured with a feverish look in his eyes, using both hands to hold onto your hips and move you to straddle his lap. The pet names only served to make your ears burn hotter.
As soon as he'd settled you on top of him, you could feel how tight his pants had grown around him. Your chest heaved up and down as the alien feeling of arousal bubbled in your stomach and in between your thighs, making you squirm and let out little mewls.
"Shh, shh.. calm down, sweets. I have you." It felt like his lips had been taped into a smile. He wanted to ingraine the faces you were making in the deepest part of his thoughts. "I'm right here." He continued, leaning close to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, pausing at your shoulder to breathe in your scent before continuing down your collarbone, your arm all the way down to the back of your hand.
"You smell intoxicating. And you taste even better." Your breathe hitches for the millionth time. There was nothing you could think to say in response to his sweet words. Your silence was fine with him, though, because you displayed your innermost feelings on your face, and it was all he needed.
With both hands, he pressed your hips down onto him, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mm. And those delicious sounds you make. You must be an angel given human form because you make me feel like I'm in seventh heaven-" Bucky huffed out the last bit, his own chest heaving in anticipation.
You'd already showed him more emotions in that very second than you had the last few months you'd spent with him, and he was more than eager to explore what more he could pull out of you..
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Forget Me Not Pt. 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: I haven't seen any of the marvel movies in a while so this is my own made up version of the tower and all of that. I don't remember it haha.
Summary of Series: After an unexpected encounter with HYDRA, Bucky is left without memory of who you are.
Fic Summary: Bucky is finally released from the hospital and back at the tower. No matter what you do, you can't seem to avoid him.
*Not Proof Read*
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It's been a week since Bucky got back. Steve's been with him the entire time. I just don't know what to do.
Did I make the right decision not telling him who I am? It's less complicated without a partner, right?
It's been hard to avoid him. Our rooms are literally down the hall from each other, and he's usually in the main rooms with Steve when he's not busy working out.
I've had to completely change my schedule, now going to the gym in the middle of the night just to avoid an accidental encounter.
It's not that I'm upset with him...I just don't know what to say. It's like we're starting all over again. How can I do that? I know everything about him already. His passions, the things he loves most in life. I know his deepest secrets and regrets, his hopes and dreams.
And he...well he knows nothing about me.
All those late nights spend talking while staring at the stars, completely gone from his memory. All the city dates we went on, completely in the past.
How am I supposed to just look at him and start over? I guess I did this to myself, insisting that no one tell him about us. I deserve the pain I'm getting from this. I chose this.
A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts.
It's four in the morning, who in the hell is up?
I pull open the door and am immediately met with two pairs of eyes. Of course they'd be up at four in the morning, they're probably working out.
" Steve? " I question, trying not to let my gaze slide over to the waiting brown haired man.
" Y/N, I need to ask you a huge favor. " Steve's eyes are wide with panic.
" What is it? " I ask, shifting to my other foot. I tap the door handle nervously.
Steve begins to explain. " There was an attack in Manhattan yesterday, We need to head there as soon as possible. I figured since you're on temporary leave...maybe you could help Buck out? "
My heart begins to pound faster. " What? "
Steve lowers his voice so the man a few feet behind him can't hear. " He's still so confused about everything. He doesn't even know how to work the Elevator by himself. " Steve lets out a sigh. " I can't leave him by himself, not until we're sure HYDRA didn't reactivate him. " He explains. " Please, Y/N, I wouldn't be asking this unless I absolutely had no other choice.
I glance over at the other man. His attention was quickly turned to the huge window a few feet away.
" Steve, I don't know. " I begin.
" Please, Y/N. It'll just be for a day or two. Just until we get everything calmed down. People's lives are at stake, Y/N. " Steve's expression is filled with worry.
I let out a sigh. " Fine. Two days. "
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I stare at the screen ahead, flipping through channels. News about the attack in Manhattan flood just about every channel, each with a different news caster telling the story.
" Can I try? "
I turn my head in the direction of the familiar voice. The voice I've heard for years. " What? " I ask in confusion.
Bucky's eyes glance down at the remote in my hand. " Can I try changing the channel? " His voice sounds...nervous. Unsure if I'll let him.
I nod. " Yeah, of course. " I hand the thin item over to him. " Just press that to change it. "
Bucky nods, a small hint of relief on his face. He flips through the channels.
We sit there in silence, nothing but the buzz of noise coming from the tv making a sound.
" Are you hungry? " I ask, finally acknowledging the ache in my stomach.
" Yeah, actually. " Bucky nods. " I just, uh, I don't know how to get to the kitchen. "
I let out a small smile. " It's alright, I'll help you. " I lead him towards the elevator. I explain the different buttons to him, letting him press the right one to take us to the kitchen.
Bucky looks at the elevator with intensity, trying to take in all the technicalities. When it dings to signal we're on the right floor, he takes his time leaving.
I lead him to the kitchen where we finally figure out what to eat, deciding on simple sandwiches.
Bucky pulls a knife from the drawer, pulling the plate closer so he can cut it.
I let out a small laugh.
He's very picky about his sandwiches.
Bucky's eyes turn to me, confused. " What? "
I shake my head. " Nothing. I just didn't know the sandwich thing stemmed back from when you were younger. "
" Sandwich thing? " He asks, still confused.
" Yeah. " I nod, taking a bite from my own sandwich. " You cut off the crust and slice it into triangles. "
Bucky lets out a small smile. " Uh, yeah. My mom used to cut it for me that way. I guess I never really stopped, huh? "
I don't respond, continuing to eat my sandwich.
" If we're friends, why do you always ignore me? " Bucky's voice breaks through the silence.
" Oh. " I didn't think he noticed. " I've just been busy I guess. "
Bucky nods, not quite believing me. " Yeah...okay. " He doesn't push it.
He asks another question a few minutes later. " Can you tell me about us? "
I freeze. " What? "
" About our friendship. "
I feel my body begin to untense. " Oh, yeah. What do you want to know? " I avoid his gaze.
Bucky turns to face me. " I'm not sure...How did we meet. I mean, you know how I eat my sandwiches, so I'm assuming we were close? " He takes a bite of his food.
I nod. " Yeah, I guess you could say that. " I set my plate in the dish washer. " Well, " I begin. " We met the day Steve found you. He brought you back here. I was the one who helped you get everything you needed to live here comfortable. I don't know, I guess we started hanging out? " And making out. " And yeah...that's really it. " Fucking lie. We spent months going out before we finally decided to make it official.
" Really? So you helped me. "
I nod again. " Yeah. I made sure you felt comfortable here. I mean, you came from such a bad environment...I don't think you knew what an actual bed felt like. You insisted on sleeping on floor no matter how many times I tried to get you to try the bed. It took months of convincing before you finally tried it. " I let out a laugh at the memory.
Bucky is silent.
" I'm sorry. "
My head turns towards him. " What? For what? " I ask.
" For not remembering you. I'm sure this is annoying, having to teach me everything again. You already did it once. It must be hard not having the same Bucky around. " He admits.
" Hey, It's not your fault. " I gently place a hand on his arm. " I don't mind, seriously. You're still the same you...just with less memories. "
Bucky doesn't respond.
I try to change the direction of the conversation, failing miserably. Tension sits heavily in the room.
" Why don't I go show you how to play on an X Box? "
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Back Again (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: When Bucky volunteers for a mission going back in time, it’s with one objective and one objective only: to catch a glimpse of the girl he tragically lost a little over three years ago. But as he soon discovers, he has more to say about the past than he thinks.
Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), major character death (well, not really, but you catch my drift), loads of feelings on Bucky’s behalf.
Words: 7.5K
September 6th
It's an easy mission really; go back to before the archive was compromised and bombed to rubbles by the rogue British forces, pull out the Hannigan file and remember the eight random digits stamped on the front page.
- It's fast in, fast out, Steve had said as he had set the date to three years and fifty-two days prior, shooting Bucky a stern glance from across the room as if he knew exactly what Bucky had been planning to do from the very moment he'd volunteered for the mission.
- Relax Steve, I'll be there early morning. The hallways will be empty.
Technically, it's not a lie.
- You could have chosen any other date. S'all I'm saying
- I know what I'm doing
- Just... —don't let anyone see you, okay?
Getting the intel and memorising the numbers is the easy part - it takes Bucky exactly eleven seconds to imprint the eight digit code in his memory like a burn wound and slip unnoticed out the door of the archive - the hard part is the next step. The secret step that Bucky had planned in his head and hadn't even dared subtly hint to Steve although he definitely already knows and isn't exactly happy about. The stern glance alone had told him as much.
To hell with it, Bucky thinks to himself and pushes away the guilt of not having been fully transparent with his best friend, this is important.
He quietly closes the archive door behind him while looking at the borrowed space-time watch on his wrist and realises that he, by chance, manages to click the door shut just as the seconds hand hits the sixth hour mark. It's perfect, it'll make keeping track of time that much easier. Yet, his time is still limited, so without stopping to catch his breath, he's off! He doesn't want to put himself in a situation where the watch will start sending him warnings in order to reach the jump site on time. It'd happened to Barton once, and Fury was... let's just say not happy. He'd benched Barton for eight months following that incident and Bucky really doesn't want to be in the same situation. He doesn't have much to live for outside of missions, and Fury's been looking for a reason to kick him off the team. So no matter what, he will make it back with time to spare!
Quickly striding along the marble tiles, moving as fast as he can while being careful not to hit any of Pepper's potted ferns lining the dark hallway, he's eager to get to the spot - your spot - where he knows you'll sit and watch the sunrise as you used to do every morning. If he remembers correctly - and he knows he is because he's double and triple checked it with Natasha several times over the last few days - you'll be alone at the compound this morning and he'll have at least a few seconds to sneak a peak without worrying if any of his team mates will creep up behind him. A moment just to himself to see your silhouette one last time as you gaze towards the colourful horizon in the distance - but only for a few seconds or the team back home will grow even more suspicious of him and think that he broke rule number one. And he really can't stand when Steve has that disappointed frown on his face. It's fast in, fast out and Bucky intends to keep it that way.
Still walking fast through the hallway, he looks back at the synchronised watch on his wrist and with a happy sigh realises that he still has plenty of time. He should be able to do it without arising too many questions from the team. Should he cut it too close, he can always tell them there was a problem with accessing the archive but that he eventually managed to get around it. Good.
Gingerly stepping out of the compound and out onto the wooden terrace Sam had built when he'd joined the team a few years back, Bucky realises that he's travelled back to a particularly beautiful morning; the colours of the rising sun are blanketing the entire garden in a pink hue, playing with the water lilies on top of Starks koi pond in the far corner, heating up the dew on the terrace's wooden floorboards so they emit a lovely smell from underneath his boots. It's a beautiful setting, he knows that, but truth be told, he has never really cared much for sunrises - they were always too romantic, too nostalgic for someone who didn't like thinking too much about their past, let alone romanticise it. So what really catches his eye isn't the eruption of colours in the morning sky, it's the curled up figure sitting in the middle of the wooden deck. Surrounded by potted plants and with a steaming cup of tea sat next to bare feet as birds chirp lively in the tree crowns above, you're sitting innocent and unknowing of the fate that so cruelly has been bestowed upon you.
Bucky's heart damn near stops in his chest. He hasn't seen you in so long and suddenly you're sitting right in front of him exactly as he remembers you; sweet, beautiful, warm, and with your hair blowing lazily in the wind as you overlook the garden as part of your precious morning routine. You're wearing the flowered sundress he loves and the setting seems so perfect that he for a moment wonders if this is nothing but a fever dream that he half-expects to wake up from any minute soon. But then the wind picks up your scent and it flows through the air until it reaches his nostrils and makes his lungs come back to life with a small gasp. Immediately and uncontrollably, his breathing picks up its pace again and he just wants to put his wobbly legs to use and run over to you.
However, he doesn't have to remind himself of the first rule of time travel; he knows he's not supposed to be seen, yet there you are, and he's dangerously close to considering throwing caution to the wind just so he can give you one last kiss and tell you how much he misses you. Maybe if he talks to you one last time and tells you how much you mean to him, he can finally stop lying sleepless at night, thinking about what could have been if only you'd stayed in this life? That way, at least you would have known. He has never been this tempted to just say fuck it and break the silent promise he'd made to Steve before he'd been sent back in time.
He carefully takes a step forwards, feels how the familiar scent of your shampoo draws him closer and fills his chest with anticipation of talking to you again - of seeing your smile one last time - but he stops himself before he gets too close. He cannot temper with what happened. He of all people should know that no matter what, you cannot change the past. So with an inaudible sigh, he backs away while looking at your hair flowing elegantly in the breeze before he turns around as quietly as possible, his hand already on the door handle to back inside the compound, disappointed that he has to leave so soon, but happy that he at least got to catch a glimpse of you.
"Well," your sweet, sweet voice suddenly sounds from behind him and it makes him stop dead in his tracks. "- Am I supposed to keep pretending I haven't noticed you staring at me or are you gonna join me?"
Shit, his cover is made! This is not good! He did not prepare for this! What the fuck is he supposed to do now? Turn around and answer? Bolt for the jump site? This was not part of the plan! Fuck!
"- Barnes?" you chuckle when he doesn't respond at all.
With closed eyes, he can hear you shuffling a little as if you're turning around to get a better look at him and he gulps hard before he plasters on a brave smile and rotates on the spot. He only has about a millisecond to brace himself for the feelings that are about to coalesce and crash down on him, yet the moment he sees your face, he knows that no amount of time in the world could've ever prepared him for the all-consuming relief he feels in his chest when he sees your face for the first time in little over three years. A welcoming smile is crinkling at the corners of your eyes, your pouted lips are still in position from having practically sung his name only moments before, and your big, beautiful eyes are boring straight through his soulless holster of a body that you for some goddamn unimaginable reason still seem to like. You'd always said that his mere presence made you feel safe and even though he's had three years of getting used to the fact that he couldn't save you, it still cuts like a knife to have you looking at him like that again.
"Hi sweetheart," he breathes quietly and locks eyes with you. It feels as if he's been kicked in the stomach.
"Hi," you smile broadly at the familiar pet name and Bucky feels his heart skip a beat. "- What are you doing here?" You ask softly and cock your head to the side as you take him in, "I thought you and Sam were supposed to be buried deep in the woods of Siberia right now."
"We finished the mission early," he manages to croak even though it feels as if the Sahara desert has been poured straight down his throat.
"Oh, good! How did it go? Did you get the intel?"
He resorts to nodding as he tries swallowing to lubricate his hoarse throat but the saliva just settles as a thick, immobile lump on top of his larynx, making it all so much worse. He hadn't gotten the intel. He had panicked when Steve had called him, and he and Sam had both run for the quinjet, desperate to come home and help search for you among the rubbles of the archive in the strangled hope of finding you alive.
"Of course you did! I don't know what you were fussing so much about - didn't I tell you, you were the right man for the job?" you send him an impressed grin and it makes him feel even worse for having lied to you.
"Yeah," he croaks guiltily and looks away from you. His heart is hammering a mile a minute and he knows he has to get out of here before he reveals too much but how can he leave when your gaze is finally locked on his again? For a moment, he just wants to forget all about how he's gonna lose everything in a couple of hours.
Out the corner of his eye, he can see how you knit your eyebrows tightly together as you take him in. You'd always had a knack for reading him when he didn't want you to - it was what had brought the two of you together in the first place - but this time, it's really inconvenient.
"Hey, are you alright?" You ask tentatively while twitching your fingers a little as if reaching out for him. Of course you've already seen straight through him. " - you look a little pale."
"Yeah," he clears his throat, telling himself to pull it together, "yeah, I'm good."
"Okay..." you nod but you don't look too convinced by his lie. "Why don't you come join me?" you ask and he can't believe himself and his dumb legs but his muscles start moving autonomously and suddenly, he's sitting next to you, silently savouring how you snuggle up to his side as you look straight ahead and up at the morning sky.
At first, he pretends he's interested in the purple streaks above the two of you as well, but after not even five seconds, he turns his face to look at you, hoping to memorise all your features before it's too late.
"Barnes, you're staring," you chuckle while hyper-focusing your gaze on a spot in the growing horizon.
"Sorry," his voice is thick and pained but he keeps his eyes locked on you. How is he supposed to ever look away?
Slowly, you turn your face to the side, your happy grin slowly slipping from off your lips when you notice his blank eyes. "Hey," you put your hand on his knee and he can feel the electricity building underneath your touch, "- are you sure you're alright?"
He just nods, scared that if he opens his mouth, the truth will come out. Why did he not prepare for this?
"Yeah?" you rub over the small hole in his jeans and the lightning burns like a fire in his veins. He feels so guilty.
"Mm-hmm," he blinks rapidly. "I just missed you."
"Four days out and you miss me?" you chuckle happily and move a little closer to him so he can feel the heat radiating from off your body. "You're turning into a sap! - I bet you didn't mention this to Sam."
"He knows," Bucky mumbles and throws an arm around your body so you can put your head on his shoulder.
"Oh he knows now, does he?" you laugh whole-heartedly in disbelief. Back then, for some stupid reason he cannot even remember right now, Bucky had been so desperate to keep his feelings for you private but with the pain and the sorrow that had followed losing you, he suspects the rest of the team figured it out quite soon after, although he never really confirmed it to either of them. "What did he say? Did he tease you?" you giggle as you link your arm with his and grab tightly around right bicep. "- or use it against you or what it is you're so afraid of?"
"No," Bucky croaks as he blinks a few times and curses at himself for his inability to just play it cool. "He misses you too. We all do."
You straighten your back so you can look directly at him. Your smile is still in place but it freezes slightly as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Okay, I'm not gonna ask you again," you chuckle apprehensively, "- but are you a hundred percent sure you're alright? You're a shadow of yourself today."
"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm good," he pulls you close to his chest and kisses the top of your scalp, "let's just enjoy the sunrise, okay?"
"Okay," you nod quietly and look back towards the morning sky, but out the corner of his eye, he can see how your gaze constantly darts back towards his face. "it's just... Well, since you seem to have absolutely no intensions of bringing it up yourself, I have to ask..." You cock your head to the side and Bucky can feel his breathing speeding up, not sure what you're about to confront him with. "- What happened to your hair?" you laugh sweetly, your lips spreading even further apart in your gorgeous signature grin as you search his face.
He should be relieved that that's what you're wondering about, but it's a detail he hadn't even considered. He had insisted on the long hair back when you'd dated him and now he has no good answer as to why he chose to cut it all off.
"Did something life-altering happen that I don't know about or did you just feel like suddenly chopping it off?" you joke. Or at least, he thinks you're joking.
"Uh - I - uhm - I just cut it," he says and uncomfortably shift his weight around, eager to have you look anywhere else than his face. Truth be told, he had cut it because something terrible and life-altering had happened to him but he's not about to reveal your fate to you.
"You just cut it?" you arch an eyebrow in disbelief. "On a mission? Was the intel located at a salon?" you laugh again.
"Yeah, well... I figured it was time, you know?"
"Hmm, yeah... Well, it looks good on you," you chip happily and send him a dreamy smile, "but then again, you always look good. It's annoying."
"Mmh," he forces a smile.
Your gaze wanders over his face once more and you push together your eyebrows as you take him in while trying to understand what's going on inside his head. You definitely still think he's acting beside himself.
"You promised you wouldn't ask again," he tries joking to diffuse the tension between you and it seems to work because it immediately has you smiling.
"Don't worry, I won't..." you press your lips tightly together and reach up to run a hand through his short hair just to feel him underneath your fingertips. "Mmh, I missed you," you hum.
Your small, delicate fingers caressing his scalp is a simple touch of warm intimacy that Bucky had completely forgotten the sensation of, and he has to close his eyes to stop himself from crying at the gentleness if it. He never thought he'd feel this again, and there had been many nights since the bombing where he'd cried not only for the loss of you, but for the loss of intimacy as well.
You rake your hand through his hair again, and he can't believe it, but for a short second while you're running your fingers through his short strands, he actually envies the version of himself who's bickering with Sam somewhere in rural Russia right now. The version of himself who's completely oblivious as to what will happen within the next twelve hours. That guy just thinks he's going home to scalp kisses and head scratches by his love at the end of the mission... Bucky doesn't, however, envy the grief that the other version will have to navigate through for the next couple of years until he can finally feel this kind of intimacy again. For a few second he, himself, is the lucky one.
Even with closed eyes, he can sense the deep look you're giving him and although he wants to sit like this forever and revel in your love, he can't risk giving himself away. "Sweetheart, you're missing it..." he says in a strangely throaty voice and nods towards the horizon, not sure what outcome he's hoping for. He just knows he doesn't want to take away your last sunrise ever.
"I don't care," you whisper and rake a hand through his hair one more time. "I know you say you're alright, but you're not... What happened to you?"
"Nothing," he mumbles.
"It's not nothing..." you say softly and scratch at his neck until he finally opens his eyes again. "Why won't you tell me?" you whisper and press in on his aching jaw to get him to unclench it.
He reaches out and intertwines his fingers with the hand you have lying in your lap. "I'll tell you tomorrow, okay? Let's just sit here and enjoy this moment for a little while..."
"If you say so," you nod disappointedly as you look down at your joined hands.
He's so lost, so confused as to what to do now that he doesn't even register how your gaze briefly stops at the familiar watch he's wearing, so when you look up at him again, it's with a foreign, sudden type of sadness he doesn't know where comes from. Your eyes are searching his face, stopping at several fix points that you keep coming back to over and over again: his shorter hair line, the crows feet surrounding his blue irises, the crease above his nose that has only grown more prominent over the recent years, the newly acquired wound on his chin that has turned into a white scar because he hadn't put sunscreen on it last summer. All telltales of time having passed since the last time you'd seen him.
He can practically hear the gears turning in your head before your eyes soften considerably and you give out a sad sigh. "Hmm," you hum quietly and shoot him a despondent look he can't really place. "What are you doing here?
"...What do you mean?" he asks sincerely and presses his eyebrows together as he looks down into your sad eyes.
You give him a second to properly answer your question but when he doesn't, you sigh again and slowly lean forwards while pressing your palm to his face, caressing his bearded chin. "You're not my Bucky..." you say quietly as you stroke his cheekbone.
His breath catches in his throat and his heart immediately starts racing. "W-what?"
"You're not my Bucky" you repeat resolutely while huge eyes are still searching his face, "what are you doing here."
"I don't understand."
"James..." you say softly and cock your head to the side.
He remembers this. It's always James when you want him to speak the truth.
"I could tell something was off from the minute I saw you but the watch gave you away," you nod down to his wrist that is still lying in your lap before your soft gaze finds his eyes again. "Time hasn't been kind to you, has it?" you whisper while lovingly stroking his cheek.
"W-what?" He doesn't even have it in him to protest more than that. Not when you sound so sure of yourself.
"How does it happen?" you ask him gently, overtly controlled. He should have known this; of course you'd figure it out...
"How does what happen?" he blinks desperately, not sure what to do now. He can't be the one who tells you. He can't.
You lower your chin without moving your eyes from his. "I die, don't I? That's why you're here."
He continues blinking rapidly, his breath still caught in his throat as his lungs start heaving for air. Just thinking about it hurts in his chest.
"It's okay," you whisper, your eyes still huge as you try and calm him down. "What - uhm - what happens? Will we be together when it occurs?"
"No," he whimpers and throws away his very last hope of fooling you into believing that it isn't the reason why he's here. "I won't be home yet."
"You won't be home yet..." you repeat in a low voice and Bucky sees how your eyes grow wide as you slowly manage put two and two together. "Buck -- when does this happen?" you ask shakily and for the first time, he detects a trace of fear in your voice.
He gives out a short whimper in reply and clutches your hand tightly as he feels the tears well in his eyes. How is he supposed to tell you that you have less that twenty-four hours to live?
"When?" you repeat quietly and hold on to him even tighter than before.
"Sweetheart, don't make me say it," he avoids looking at you.
"Don't you think I have a right to know...?"
"Of course you do it's just--"
"-When?"
Bucky takes a deep, ragged breath before he confirms the very thing you suspect and fear. "This afternoon, a bomb will go off in the West Wing."
"This afternoon?" You drop the grip you have on his hand while staring at him in shock. "I'm going to die... today?”
"Don't - don't say it like that," he whines. "Please, it's so unfair! You have so much to live for and it's all taken away from you just like that. I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat but I'm not here, and I won't be here before it's too late. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, Buck." With huge eyes and your mouth hanging wide open, you stare at him as you let the shock settle down around you. "It's okay... it's okay..." you eventually say and force-close your locked jaw as you rub a hand over your face. "I'm sorry, but - uh - I need to know. What exactly happens? Who else will be here?"
"We're all away," Bucky sighs with regret, "It's just you and Natasha."
Immediately, you cover your mouth with your hand, "Nat!" you gasp, even more shocked by this than by the news of your own passing.
"Nat's fine," Bucky immediately interrupts and grabs your hand again, holding it tight, "she's going to be at the gym."
"...And me?"
"I don't know sweetheart," he whispers, "Nat told us that you wanted to get some work done so you skipped out on your training. We think you may be at the centre of the blast. We - we never find you," he breathes through his nose to keep himself controlled. He can feel the tears pressing in on his eyeballs again when he thinks of the empty coffin they had to bury.
"At least it's quick then," you say and turn your face towards the garden that is still bathed in the pink hue from the rising sun. "I'm going to die today," you say matter-of-factly with your gaze fixed on the sky. "huh... So we never get to go on that date on Friday?
"No sweetheart..."
"- And we've already had our last kiss?
He nods. "Yeah..."
"I'm sorry," you whisper while staring at him with sad eyes, "I'm sorry you have to go through all that alone."
"I'm not alone," he mumbles and looks down at his feet. "Steve tries to talk to me. Sam too."
"But you don't accept," you chuckle sadly while shaking your head from side to side while playfully rolling your eyes at him, "God, you're so stubborn!"
"I know," he nods, "but it's too painful to talk about even now."
"How much time passes?" you look back at him while taking a deep breath. "How many years ahead are you right now?"
"It doesn't matter," he gulps guiltily. He knows how this part of the conversation will go.
"James..."
"Three," he sucks in a bit of air, hoping that it isn't that much time in your eyes.
"Three years?" you whine, your eyes huge with the shock of his confession as you clutch your chest, "Baby, you have to move on!"
Immediately, his heart cracks in two and he can no longer hold back the tears that he finally lets flow freely down his cheeks without trying to stop them. "No, I can't," he sniffles quietly, "I don't want to. I just wish you were still here. I miss you so much, you have no idea. I feel so guilty for being away. I think about it all the time."
"Bucky," you say softly and put a hand underneath his chin, wiping away a few tears and forcing him to look back up at you, "- you couldn't have done anything anyway. You know what I'm like when I put my mind to something. If you'd been here, you would probably have gone to the gym with Nat because I would still have gone to the West Wing to finish up work. It wouldn't have changed anything."
"But I never even get to tell you how I feel."
"Bucky, look at me," you whisper with a small smile and lean forwards, "it's okay. You don't have to tell me. I already know." You put your forehead to his and smile softly at him, "- and I hope you know that I feel the same about you."
With a gulp, he nods.
"Then kiss me," you wipe away another of his tears and tilt your head.
He closes his eyes and finds your mouth immediately, pushes himself impossibly close to your body and feels the softness pour over him as you press your pillowy lips to his in the most heartfelt kiss he's ever experienced. He tries to let his love shine through as raw as possible so there will be absolutely no doubt how much he loves you but from the way you're holding on to him, he can feel that you truly do already know. Your hand is warm against his face and it causes his heart to calm down its rapid beating while your lips move like silk on top of his.
"Mmh, sweetheart," he whispers into your mouth and feels every inch of you engulf him in love and bravery. Suddenly, he's free, so liberated from the grief that has been hanging over his head for so long that he completely forgets that he's on borrowed time.
The loud sounds coming from his wrist watch that suddenly begins beeping out of nowhere is the only terrible reminder of the setting he's in - that there's a deadline hanging over his head if he ever wants to make it home again.
"You're cutting it close, huh?" you say quietly as you reluctantly break off the kiss and place your forehead back on his. You both know that the watch only starts beeping when there's less than two minutes left to get to the jump site.
"I don't care," he shakes his head, not sure what else to say as he feels reality come crashing down on him again.
"You're really gonna let it go to red?" you chuckle as if impressed. "You know that Fury's gonna tear you a new one, right?"
"I don't care."
"I bet you don't," you chuckle and he joins you in smiling, revelling in the odd sensation that it brings to his cheeks to chuckle like this again. "I'm glad you found me, Barnes."
"Me too, sweetheart," he whispers as the smile slips from off his face again. "I wish there was something I could do..."
"You're here right now, aren't you?" you smile and briefly kiss him again, "I'm glad you came back, even just for a few minutes."
"It's not enough to say goodbye..." he mumbles and laces his fingers with yours.
"Oh, but this? This is not a goodbye," you chuckle quietly while shaking your head, "it's an I'll see you later."
"If you say so," he nods without really accepting your explanation and ignores the incessant beeping from his watch that only grows louder and louder by the second.
"You should probably get back, don't you think? Wouldn't want you to miss your mark and have you stuck here with me."
"Mmm," he whimpers and desperately kisses your knuckles with closed eyes.
"Chin up Barnes," you chuckle at him, "- the sky is the most beautiful I've ever seen it and I had a good run. I'll be okay."
"I'll miss you," he says as the watch starts blinking angry red, warning him that he only has thirty seconds left.
"I'll miss you too," you say and squeeze his fingers tightly before you let go of him, "you have twenty-seven seconds. Promise me you'll make it back, okay?"
"Okay," he nods and slowly stands up, taking one last look at you before he walks across the wooden floorboards and back towards the door he'd entered through.
"Hey Barnes?" You say when his hand reaches the doorknob and it immediately makes him turn around to see you standing on your feet, looking at him with a resolute look in your eye, your hands determinedly balled to fists by your side. "You say you're three years ahead. What date is it where you're from?"
"Uh... September sixth?" he says, a bit confused as to why that should matter but he's not about to deny a dying woman an answer to her question. "Why?"
"Just out of curiosity," you nod towards his angry watch, "twenty seconds."
"I know."
"I'll see you later, okay?"
"I'll see you baby," he whispers and physically feels his heart crack even worse in his chest as he takes a definitive last look at you. The sun is coming up behind you now, marking the worst day of Bucky's existence and all he can do is let it happen.
September 7th
He didn't even think it possible, but it's even worse than the first time around.
He'd collapsed on the floor the minute he'd exited the quantum realm, tears and snot blurring his vision as he'd fallen to his knees, his heart aching so horribly in his chest he'd thought he was dying. He wasn't. Unfortunately.
Steve had been there in an instant, on his knees beside Bucky, holding him tight, making sure he didn't pass out from hyperventilating, trying to calm him down.
The rest is a blur. Bucky isn't sure how Steve managed to manoeuvre him to his bedroom on the tenth floor and he doesn't even remember if Steve had been there when he'd finally fallen asleep, dreaming of you and the feeling of your body in his arms, your lips touched to his.
When he wakes up the next morning, it takes him a minute to remember that you're still gone, and in that moment, he isn't sure if seeing you again was liberating or just pure torture. If only he could've done something to fix what had happened....
"Buck?" Steve's voice immediately sounds from beside him as he starts shuffling a bit in the sheets, eager to get the cold sweat to stop pooling at his forehead. He turns around on the bed and meets the disheveled face of Steve who's occupying the chair where Bucky usually puts his dirty clothes, his eyes red with sleep deprivation, his hair sticking up in all possible directions.
"Stevie..." Bucky croaks and clears his throat as he takes in the state of his best friend who's clearly stayed by his side all night. "What are you doing here?"
"As if I was just going to leave you," Steve sighs solemnly and rubs his eyes. "How are you?"
Bucky sits up straight and lets his head fall back against the headrest. He can still see the broken look you'd sent him when he'd revealed your terrible fate to you. "You know how I am."
"Yeah..." he sighs again and looks away. "I'm sorry Buck but you're gonna have to talk about it."
"I know I broke a rule. You and Fury can yell at me tomorrow, okay?" Bucky says quietly and tries to block out the mental image of what'd happened to you. "I just need some time."
Steve reaches out his hand and lets it fall on top of Bucky shoulder. "Buck, I'm - I'm not gonna yell at you. I just want you to finally open up to me, you've been so closed off since it happened. I know what you had with her was... special. And I know why you went back and talked to her, I've been tempted to do the same many times. Trust me."
"I just wanted to see her," Bucky squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip, desperately trying to get his breathing under control again. "I never intended to talk to her, it just... happened. I think I'd forgotten how observant she was."
"I know," Steve pushes down on Bucky's shoulder and shoots him a sympathetic smile. "How much did you tell her?"
"...Everything."
"And how did she take it?"
"She was really brave about it. I think I took it worse than she did... I don't know, I'm gonna need some time to process it all..."
"Mmh," Steve nods in quiet desperation, not sure what to do or say to make Bucky feel better. "I'll give you some space then, okay pal? I'll check in again in a couple of hours."
"Please don't," Bucky sighs and lays his head back down on his pillow, his mind already overflowing with every memory of you. All the way back from the first time he'd seen you to the point where he'd told you you were about to die. Shit.
He's so lost in thought he almost doesn't hear the hurried footsteps coming from the hallway, and he barely even registers the door being kicked open as Sam yells his name. "Bucky! Bucky, wake the hell up! You have to come downstairs! Now!"
"Sam?" Steve questions, already on his feet, ready to run to whatever emergency Sam is warning. "What's going on?"
Sam's eyes are wide open, his mouth falling agape in disbelief as he quietly chuckles and frantically waves Bucky and Steve over to him, "Come on! It's unbelievable! You have to see it for yourselves!"
"I don't care what it is, I'm not coming," Bucky mumbles from the bed and pulls his comforter closer around his chest, praying for Sam and Steve to leave him alone.
Sam bends down and picks up the nearest pair of jeans, throwing it over to Bucky on the bed. "Put on some pants, man, and come down stairs. Now!"
Bucky looks to Steve for help but he merely shrugs before he throws Bucky a black hoodie from underneath the chair he'd been occupying only moments before.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he mumbles under his breath and reluctantly swings his legs over the side of the mattress, well knowing that his two friends won't leave him alone until he's seen what Sam's fussing about for himself.
"Come on!" Sam urges and impatiently taps the doorframe to Bucky's room with his foot as Bucky slowly pulls on the jeans and hoodie just to annoy him.
"Sam what's going on?" Steve finally asks again when they're all three standing in the elevator, zooming towards the ground floor.
"Just... just wait, okay?" he says rapidly, clearly excited about what's going on. It's giving Bucky a goddamn headache. "You're not gonna believe me anyway!"
Bucky gives out an annoyed sigh as he throws his head up against the back wall of the elevator, closing his eyes. He needs a fucking aspirin.
"You good?" Steve turns to him while Sam continues his nervous-tapping against the floor.
"I'm about to strangle Sam if that's what you’re worried about..."
Sam stops tapping and opens his mouth to retort, but is interrupted by a loud ding as the doors slide open and instead settles for an annoyed look sent in Bucky's direction before he turns around. Immediately, the three men are met by Natasha's loud squeals coming from the next room, causing Steve to half-jog out of the elevator and through the empty hallway while Bucky slouches after him, counting the seconds until he can finally be alone again and wallow in his misery.
Steve stops in the doorway to the next room, his jaw practically dropping to the floor as soon as he sees what Natasha's so worked up about. It only takes him exactly two seconds of utter shock before he composes himself enough to turn his head and look Bucky straight in the eye. "Buck... it's..." his voice trails off as he looks back at the scene unfolding before him.
"What's happening?" Bucky asks curiously for the first time, and can feel how his heart picks up its pace as he dreads the sight that will meet him when he catches up to Steve.
"Come on, man," Sam says and puts his hand between Bucky's shoulder blades, urging him to move forwards so he can see for himself.
It feels as if it's taking him an eternity to reach those last few yards across the hallway, and when he's finally by Steve's side, he's so worked up, he isn't even sure if his mind is playing tricks on him or not. Because there, in the middle of the room, Natasha is standing in a tight embrace with none other than ...you?
Bucky blinks a few times, takes a step forwards, not sure if he's still dreaming.
You have tears running down your cheeks as you lock eyes with him over your best friend's shoulder and you can't stop the broad smile that spreads on your lips. "Buck," you whisper and immediately let go of Natasha who sniffles and steps to the side so Bucky can see all of you.
There you are. Standing in all your glory, unharmed, undead, living and breathing, and singing his name so sweetly as you take a step towards him, your feet shaking nervously underneath you.
"Are you seeing this too?" Bucky whispers to Steve though he doesn't dare move his eyes away from your form in fear of losing you if it turns out to just be a cruel illusion.
"Yeah, Buck," Steve's voice is shaking by his side, "I see her too."
"Buck," you laugh through the tears that continue to roll down your cheeks. "It's really me," you lift your hand and reach out for him.
"Oh my god," he whispers and strides across the room. Immediately, you're in his arms and he's crying your name as he touches you all over your body to make sure you're really there, squeezing you against his chest, kissing the top of your scalp, running his hands over your back, "I don't believe this!"
"Hi baby," you whisper and kiss his neck, his ear, his cheek. "I'm here. It's okay, I'm here."
"You're alive?" he sniffles and briefly holds you out at an arms length before he pulls you close to his chest again, "how? We all thought you were dead!"
"I'm sorry," you whisper and hold him as close as possible as you mumble against his chest. "I couldn't give you any signs of life. I couldn't risk it."
He puts a hand under your chin and urges you to look up at him. "Risk what?" he frantically searches your face, voice shaking, still desperate to confirm you're really here.
You put your hand on his chest as you always do to calm him down and send him a deep, intimate look. "I had to wait until after September 6th of this year to see you again. I'm sorry."
"I - I don't understand..." he says and strokes his thumb over your cheek.
"Come here," you break off the tight embrace and lead him to a small bench in the corner of the room, sitting him down beside you. "What you did that day saved me," you grab his hand and wrap it in your tiny fingers, "I would have been in the West Wing when the bomb went off if you hadn't said anything... But because of you, I left early. Like you said I would, I told Nat I couldn't come with her to the gym because I was going to finish up a mission report, so I waited until after she'd started her work-out to leave. I couldn't write you a note, or give you any sign of what'd happened because you needed the motive to go back in time to save me. I had to keep you grieving or you never would've come, so I just... left... I've been hiding in a small village in the mountains of Spain, waiting for this exact date. That's why you never found a body among the rubble."
"W-what? ...but we - we searched for weeks," he whispers, not sure why that's the detail he decides to focus on. He's not sure his shocked brain can fully comprehend your confession. He's having trouble just moving his shaking limbs. "You're alive..."
"I know. I'm sorry, baby. But it was necessary."
"You're alive..." he repeats quietly, the realisation slowly dawning upon him. "I don't believe it..." he whispers and pulls you close to his chest again as the tears start stinging in his eyes, "you're alive..."
"Yeah, I'm alive," you sniffle against him and hug him just as tightly as you'd done what was only mere hours ago for him, three years and fifty-three days for you. "You saved me."
"Oh my god," he cries into your neck, kissing your shoulder, "I've missed you so much!"
"You've been so brave," you whisper against him and caress the back of his head, "I'm so proud of you."
"No, I've been a pathetic mess. These guys can testify to that," he mumbles and points to over his shoulder where he can hear Sam and Nat chuckle quietly. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"I know," you smile sadly, "seeing you like that that day was heartbreaking. I knew I had to do something or you wouldn't survive it."
"I am so glad you did," he kisses your knuckles and scoots a little closer to you. "I mean, I knew you were stubborn but I never took you for such a cosmic rule-breaker, sweetheart," he smiles through the tears, and shoots you an impressed glance, "Fury's gonna tear you a new one."
You shoot back your head with laughter and sweetly wrap his hand up in yours. "Yeah, thank God that's never stopped me before," you giggle.
He never thought he'd sit like this with you again, and when you finally lean in close and kiss him, he promises himself that he'll never let you go.
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[Inseparable: prologue] Bucky x reader
Just the prologue at how you two became best of friends despite having the opposite personality of the other.
Note: this is not a story that has an ending. It's just some short stories, different scenes and scenarios, but that doesn't mean nothing will bloom between you. Might do smut in the future...
Warnings: none... on this one though.
*Picture not mine*

Bucky dislikes people, except for his best friend and most of the Avengers but other than that, he avoids people and their attentions as much as possible - especially if their loud, obnoxious, and an idiot. Sad to say that all three of those words perfectly describes you; loud, obnoxious, an idiot, and maybe even a hard-headed person.
At first, Bucky was apprehensive towards you and would avoid you at any cost, talking to you in a harsh tone with a matching glare. To his confusion, it didn't seem to bother you and continued pestering him like he didn't just told you to 'fuck off' a minute ago.
"Can you stop talking?!"
Bucky watched with his brows pinched together in confusion as you pursed your lips together in thought, before looking back at him with a bright smile. "No. No I can't. You see, I was born with a tongue? Would--"
His blood boils, slamming his fist down on the counter making it crack. "Shut up!"
The action didn't go unnoticed by the three Avengers in the common room, halting their casual conversation about a particular mission. Their eyes are now focused at the two of you, already knowing that this won't end very well when they saw the scowl on Bucky's face.
You held our hands up in surrender and scoffed. "Geez. Fine, Mr. Metal for an arm." Before putting it back down, casually placing your folded arms on the counter with a renewed excitement. "But did you see that one dog that--"
Bucky picks up the empty mug in front of you and threw it against the wall at such force it shattered the mug into bits and slightly chipped the wall, before turning around and stopping away from the kitchen with brisk, heavy footfalls.
That's the moment the Avengers knew that it'll take longer for the two of you to get along (mostly Bucky to you), watching you sympathetically everytime you go and tried to befriend these brooding man despite of his clear detestation towards you, following him around like an infatuated puppy. But to your surprise, it only took you a short amount of time-- a year-- of practically throwing yourself at him, begging him to become your friend, he slowly started to warm up.
The first to notice this slight change of behavior is Sam.
"Hey Bucky, can I have some?" You plop down beside him, knees touching his as you do. Bucky continues to watch the show in front of him, too fixated on the screen to even spare a glance at you, but nudged his plate at your direction without saying anything.
You grab the last slice of pizza from the plate, biting almost half of it. "Thank you."
Bucky only grunts in response, taking a bite much smaller than yours. Unbeknownst to the both of you that Sam saw the whole scene in front of him, eyes widened and his pizza paused halfway in his mouth.
Never once Bucky shared his food before, only to Steve or Natasha - if she asked nicely. Bucky never share anything to just anyone before. For all he knows, Bucky hates sharing. That's also the first time he didn't go and tried to rip out your throat or harshly told you to go away.
Bucky didn't know why but your clumsy, loud, idiotic nature slowly became quite amusing to him. He became less hostile towards you, but of course the harsh words are still there and the disapproving glares, but not as cold as before and only gives it to you if there's a good reason; like being too loud, which is alot. His expression has softens, only looking at you if not with a blank expression; amusement.
That is your opinion. But for the rest? It's a whole different change, they noticed some things the two of you don't this past two years.
For example, every time you're not around and was on a mission, Bucky would support a hard, brooding look on his face wherever he goes just like he always did when he first came to the tower. Only speaking when he was asked questions or if Steve talks to him, he'll be reserve all day, watching tv or in his room listening to old songs with his earphones on that connected to his phone just like how you taught him a few days ago.
Sometimes going to Steve and asking when will you come back, not answering when getting questioned 'why'.
Bucky was not surprised when he once again found your sleeping form curled up next to him, snoring softly and sometimes blubbering in your sleep like a baby. That answered his unasked question as why he didn't had a nightmare last night, it must've been because of you.
But when you're around, his face is soft and relaxed. His posture is a bit lazy and slouched, albeit when next you he would always absently position himself in a way that seems to look like he's protecting you from any harm that may have come. He would follow you everywhere you go just like how you did two years ago since you've first met, and vice versa.
"Good morning twiddle-dee." Tony greeted you as he passed by the hallways with a nod then his eyes flitted beside you to Bucky who only stares blankly at him, waiting for you. "Twiddle-dum."
You two became so comfortable with each other, you would sometimes sneak out from your room to go to his just to sleep on his bed, only for Bucky to find it out the next day when he would hear the soft snores next to him.
It's always been because of you.
His shifting caused your awakening every time, slowly opening your eyes to find a pair of familiar warm blue ones. Smiling sleepily up at him, placing a small kiss on his chin.
"Pancakes." You slurred, scooting closer towards him.
Bucky clicked his tongue before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. "Later."
Oh the look on the their faces when they saw you walking in the kitchen hand in hand, Bucky casually making pancakes while you watched him, sitting on top of the counter and swinging your feet as you wait. Both ignoring the gawking faces of your teammates.
The said teammates glanced at each other, before they suddenly they heard you coughing and a metal dropping on the floor. Looking over they saw Bucky hurriedly rums to your side with a worried look, holding a glass of water which he quickly handed over to you.
"Your pancake taste terrible!" You screeched, placing the empty glass down on the counter beside you. Bucky glares at you and scoffs, hand still on your back. "It is not. You just burned your tongue, you pig!"
"Who you calling a pig you metal scrap!" That earned a loud, yet still gentle smack on the head from Bucky. You hissed, glaring up at him as he did the same. Two pair of eyes doesn't held true anger for the other, instead, there's a hint of affection behind them. It goes unnoticed by the others as they all sighed in exasperation immediately after hearing another smack that now came from you smacking Bucky's head in return, all thinking the same thing.
The first squabble of the day has started.
Note: what do you think? Am I taking request? It depends on what the request was. (Never done that before so... )
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