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lingering touches | bucky barnes

bucky and his lingering touches. how could you not notice? at first it was brief, every now and then like a tease. that's what you thought, and it passed through your mind once and that was all.

it started as an early morning. you woke significantly earlier than the others and you knew it. you couldn't hear the footsteps in the hallway, or the TV's on, nor anyone cooking as we usually did in the morning.

you tried to figure out what woke you and to your demise it was the aching pain in your muscles and joints. you called it after yesterdays rough mission, but you still had hope it would pass through the night while you were sleeping.

it took an extra second for your legs to respond and swing over the side of your bed. the groan that escaped your lips was the toughest you've heard from yourself in a while, you knew you were in for a harsh day.

once you feel the cool flooring of the compound on your feet you contract all of your muscles to pull you out of bed. it was cold, almost too cold without your fluffy blankets hugging you.

you needed something to hydrate your dry throat, and wake up your tired eyes. you knew you weren't getting back to bed.

your eyes focused on the light ambient of your clock, seeing it was indeed very early in the morning, 4:47 am.

not as bad as you thought, but the sky hasn't slowed with the beautiful sunrise as it would when you were awoken especially in the dead of winter. you cursed yourself for kicking your slippers underneath your bed the previous night, too eager to get to bed to even care.

the only thing keeping your body relatively warm was the giant t-shirt you wore, and the small loose shorts you threw on as you eased open your door, rubbing your eyes.

you were thankful of the faintly lit lamps that decorated the outside of the compound that lit up the hallways just enough to keep your path visible.

you navigated yourself to the kitchen, shivering a bit as it seemed to get a little colder.

you knew exactly what you wanted, a warm coffee. it will wake you up, and warm you up.

you made it to the kitchen and went straight to the coffee maker and cabinet, starting your coffee.

"up this early, doll?" you hear a tired husky voice behind you ask, causing your senses to jump a little, but it eased with realizing it was just bucky.

you turn around slowly, not wanting to cause anymore aching in your muscles.

"couldn't sleep." you shrug.

he studies you for a moment, the way you expression was slightly contorted in pain and exhaustion and how awkwardly you leaned against the counter to ease the pain.

he gets up from the island without a word spoken and walks over to you, that's when you really could see him, more of what he was wearing.

it flustered you a little, but the amount of pain you were in muted it more than it usually would.

as he walked closer you could see the bare skin of his chest, the dog tags that hung on his thin chain, and the low hanging pajama pants that gripped his hips that just barely covered the hem of his boxers.

you could feel the blood rising to your cheeks when he stood in front of you, taking the coffee flavor from your hands, his hand held yours for a second more than normal.

"sit down, doll." his voice is so soothing and gentle that it becomes persuasive, as if you would ever say no to him anyways.

your eyes softly shut for a moment, reopening seeing the same man in front of you, you could see his reassuring smile so you listen.

you turn on your feet, going to sit at one of the islands long stools.

before you could even think about the fact you were stumbling, you felt the contrast of his warm hand and the coldness of his metal one gently grip the sides of your waist.

your hands dart to hold against his, stabilizing yourself and trying to figure out what just happened.

"I've got you." he chuckles a bit.

"thanks, buck." you manage to grumble out as you slowly walk over to the stool, his hand lingers on the small of your back.

when you are comfortably sat down and he is sure you wouldn't fall again, he walks back over to the coffee pot.

you just stare at him while he brews you both coffee, wondering how crazy the coincidence was that he was in the same room at the same time when you needed him. your eyes traced over the ways in which his muscles contorted, his hands crafting the coffee, the way the dog tags dangled and swung with his movements, and the way he would do discretely glace back at you as if to make sure you were still there.

you wanted to ask him why he was helping you, but you were too tired to question him. maybe tomorrow would be better.

"thank you, buck." you mumbled, your head resting against your hand as you stare at him.

you could see his cheeks slightly indent with a smile.

"of course, sweetheart."

the next time you had noticed his lingering touches was an hour later, you both settled on watching tv in the living room after he helped you struggle through drinking your coffee and getting you medicine, a warm heating pad and plenty of water.

his hands seemed even more confident this time. as you both walked through the hallway to the giant living room, his hand lingered on the small of your back, and his other gently gripping your forearm.

you yawn, despite having the warm cup of coffee the exhaustion did not go away. you managed to keep your grip on your water bottle and heating pad, ready to lay down and rest it against your muscles for some relief.

he sits down on the couch in front of you, the remote in one of his hands that rests on the arm of the sofa.

he pats his lap to invite you to lay your head against it, seeing no pillows in sight.

with no hesitation you make yourself comfortable with your head in his lap. bucky lays a blanket over you and takes your glass of water to set it on the coffee table in front of you.

with the remote he turns on a show you love, but swear you've never mentioned before, but you're too lazy to even think more of it.

you didn't notice it right away, but he notices everything about you. it doesn't matter how small you may think it is.

and with bucky's hand running through your hair and the soft ambiance of your favorite show playing in the dark hours of the morning, you drowse off to sleep.

another time you noticed his lingering touch was on the quinjet after a rough mission with the team.

it was eerily quiet, everyone worn and torn from fighting and working. they were each tending to their own wounds, sleeping, or seeking help or quiet conversation among the other teammates.

you hadn't got the chance to ask Tony a question about something that happened during the mission before bucky rushed towards you.

none of the injuries you had were terrible, but you had cuts and bruises and scrapes along your face, hands and body. one particular one on your cheekbone where your head was shoved into a wall by a guard who got a cheap shot on you when you tried to help Steve retrieve his shield.

"what the hell happened?" bucky asks sternly yet quietly as he takes your jaw in his hands to analyze it.

"it's kinda funny actually-" your lips curl up a bit at the thought of it, not any longer mad at the guard given that he was very injured himself after it.

bucky's eyebrows quirk up in a disapproving look.

you open your mouth to speak but close it again, thinking.

"well, cap's shield was kicked away from him so I ran over to throw it back to him and a millisecond later a guard caught me and slammed me against a wall. very petty. he isn't doing so good himself now, either. so you should probably tend to his wounds, huh?" you wink jokingly at him and smile, making light out of the situation.

"whatever." he grumbles, still holding your face so many seconds later.

"got a good look at me yet, buck?"

"stop."

"sir yes sir." you laugh brightly, cursing yourself a moment later with the pain that shoots up to your face, a frown uncovering itself.

you glance at bucky, a slight smile on his face with the first aide kit already in his hands.

the final time you noticed his lingering touches was the day he mustered up the courage to ask you out.

it was late. he knew it. but it had been boiling up inside of him until he couldn’t handle it anymore, his feelings for you are boiling over. he can’t even function right without feeling the need to be with you. everything he does, he thinks of you and doing it with you. it has been eating away at him.

so there he was, standing outside of your bedroom door long after everyone had gone asleep. he guessed it was around 1am. he hoped you were still awake.

his hand lingers over the door, his knuckles grazing over it. he hesitates, thinks of every reason not to do this. but it all doesn’t matter if he has a chance with you. to already have been in your room laying with you in deep slumber.

he knocks. three times. he thought of knocking again after many moments passing without any noise being heard. maybe he should leave. he stops himself when he hears you move in your bed, standing and the soft patter of your feet walking towards the door.

it opens, revealing your tired form. he watched you rub a hand over your eye and run your fingers through you hair.

“bucky? what’s wrong?” your voice shakes him from his trance, realizing he had just been staring and saying nothing.

“could you please let me take you on a date, sweetheart?” he asks quickly, his voice more hoarse than he had expected.

he could see the way it woke you straight up, your eyes widening at his question.

“what?” you question, as if you wanted to hear him ask it again. maybe you were daydreaming.

“would you let me take you out on a date?” he answers again, and he will a million times back for you.

you shake your head, not in a way of saying no but as to shake your thoughts into order.

“are you-?” he watches you pause, laughing and resting your head in one of your hands for a moment, then looking back at him “sorry… this is very unexpected. yes, of course i will.”

your response sends a wave of relief through him and he lets out the air he didn’t know he was trapping in his lungs.

“you won’t regret it.” he smiles. “i promise, doll.”

he watched you, the reaction you had. savoring each moment, because even though you had both been thinking of each other for a while, this was the true beginning of it all.

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