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Misconceptions - 6/12

Characters: Y/N, the Avengers, Marcus (OC).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have… and now he regrets his reaction…

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings: Angst, jealousy...

Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666​ // all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Erm... so yeah this happened... I think this is gonna be a 10 parter... with an epilogue... just fo a little extra somthing... or it could be another 5 parts. Who knows right now, I’m enjoying this story too much to give it up just yet! Hope you like the new part too - love the feedback as always

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Previously: It wasn’t until Sam started putting the cards back on the window sill that Y/N realised that there was nothing from Bucky. Has he even been to see me? With now only the glow of the small lamp and the beep of the machines filling her ears, she let the tears fall.

It had been nearly two weeks since she'd been rescued and brought to the medical wing. She was slowly starting to hate being here, she felt fine and just wanted to go back to her apartment in the compound. It also didn’t help to have the constant reminder from the cards, gifts and visitors that the one person that she wanted to see, still hadn't entered through the door.

Once more, Y/N awoke to the soft hum and the repetitive beep from the machines. Her blurred vision took in the soft light from the lamp and the navy sky beyond the window. It must have only been a couple of hours since she fell asleep after Clint’s visit.

She heard the door opening behind her, feigning sleep to find out who her visitor was. She couldn’t be sure if it was a certain super soldier paying her a visit, but after the team visiting her earlier who else could it have been? Y/N tried to keep her breath steady, hoping her heartbeat remained normal too, otherwise the machines she was hooked up to would betray her. 

Footsteps edged towards the seat beside her bed and she couldn’t have been more relieved that she was facing the other way.

“Hi sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice was almost a whisper, “Sorry I didn’t visit sooner. Sam’s a tough bodyguard. But even he must sleep at some point. Hopefully, I won't have to sneak in every night for much longer.”

Her heart skipped as his words washed over her. Every night? She scolded herself for thinking he wouldn't visit and made a mental note to reprimand her best friend for keeping him away when she was awake.

She was glad that she had feigned her sleep and prayed that he would continue talking but silence filled the room. If it wasn’t for the whirring of his Vibranium arm or the slight deep breath he took every now and then, she would have thought he’d left.

Y/N heard the muffled voice of Bucky, she’d fallen asleep again, but he was still here, the dark sky was slowly lightening, and she focused on his words as best as she could through her hazy thoughts.

“- Wanda’s been baking cookies, Vision is slowly getting the hang of using doors and Natasha is losing her mind without her drinking buddy.” Bucky scoffed, “I miss my movie nights with you Y/N. It’s only been a couple of weeks but yeah, I miss it. I miss you.”

“I shouldn’t have left you on your own. If I’d been with you like I was supposed to have been then you wouldn’t have ended up here...” Bucky leant his elbows on his knees, head in his hands and sighed.

His thoughts were consumed once more with the phone call he'd overheard, and the way Sam had protected Y/N without hesitation. The affection he had seen through the little window in the door; holding hands, forehead kisses, helping change her clothes, the laughter that filled the room. 

Fuck it, I need to say something. Bucky steeled himself and sat up straighter.

“I should tell you this when you’re awake but I-”

A shuffle from the bed had Bucky’s attention, Y/N had rolled over to face him and began to rub at her right eye.

“Buck?” Her quiet yet hoarse voice melted him.

“Hi Y/N, it’s early, go back to sleep.”

“I’ve slept enough for the last two weeks to survive an early wake-up call.” Her sleepy smile beamed at him, squishing the side of her face further into the pillow. 

“I guess you're right.” Bucky gave her a soft smile and ran his fingers through his short locks, “so how much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Please don't feel guilty about what happened to me.”

“Y/N-”

She raised her hand, “Nope, it happened because I decided to leave at stupid o’clock.”

Bucky couldn't help but still feel responsible for what had happened to Y/N and now he felt worse for making her leave.

“I know you wished it was Sam on the mission.” His shoulders sagged and he sunk back into the seat. “I overheard you on the phone that night.”

He watched for Y/N’s reaction; her eyes widened, and mouth opened and closed several times but what surprised him was the way her cheeks were dusted pink.

“It’s okay, I get it. You two are really close.” Bucky stood up, collecting a brown paper bag from the floor and opening it.

Y/N’s silence made Bucky nervous, but he delved into the bag and grabbed the plums, placing them into the bowl. “I know it’s not much, but I remembered how much you liked the ones from the market.”

“Thank you, Buck.” She smiled, not taking her eyes off the fruit bowl on the table at the end of the bed.

Bucky headed towards the door and with a slight nod he left.

Y/N sighed at the sound of the door clicking shut, her eyes still focused on the plums. Of course, he visited and brought something. She was annoyed at herself for thinking he didn’t care, that she was too wrapped up in her selfishness. Bucky had occupied the table at the end of the bed with plums and fresh daisies. 

It was a reminder of their trip to Bucharest, revisiting his recent past. It was only a few months ago. They had eaten delectable fruit as they weaved through the market stalls, sat in a local park and made daisy-chains for hours. Bucky had delicately weaved the flowers and created a crown, placing it atop her head. When her attempt failed, she tucked a single daisy behind his ear.

Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of Bucky’s infectious smile as they laid in the luscious grass, the sound of the city muffled by their bubble. This was the moment that she knew that her crush was something more. Her heart had ached at the way he spoke of the women he had recently dated, and she obliged him with telling her own dating stories. They were all fake, but they eased the tension in her chest.

And now he knew, he had heard her phone conversation with Sam. It explained the way he had disappeared that night, he couldn’t be near her. Her mind reeled with how he had blatantly courted a woman in front of her, brought her back to the hotel suite. He was trying to tell her that he was not interested in her, not in the way she hoped at least.

The tears cascaded down her cheeks, small sobs racked through her already sore body. Bucky could never find me attractive, let alone love me. They had their friendship and that had to be enough. She used the heel of her hand to wipe at her cheeks, vowing to not cry over him anymore.

Two Months Later…

Y/N eased back into training. It was difficult at first but slowly she got back into the rhythm of working out and after multiple therapy sessions, she was on track to returning to the field once more. She had her downfalls along the way but with the help of her friends and therapist, she picked herself back up.

A small smile rested on her lips as she stretched on the mats, ready for a sparring session with Sam. It was the highlight of her week, taking down the all-talk-no-action Falcon. Speaking of the devil, his laughter echoed across the room, catching Y/N’s attention. She glanced up to see her best friend, clinging to his sides at something he had probably said; Steve blushed, and Bucky shook his head in annoyance.

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly, seeing the super soldier had her thinking of how their friendship had changed since that night. Everything seemed like it was back to normal on the surface, but things were different, and she couldn’t avoid accepting that any longer. Sparring with Bucky was completely off the cards, he had confirmed that as soon as she was back in the gym. 

‘I can’t spar with you.’ - No reason. No explanation. Nothing. 

Bucky no longer joined her when she and Sam headed out of the compound to go shopping, trying new restaurants and bars. Movie nights were no longer their thing, he had brought Wanda and Nat into the fold. Not that Y/N minded the girls being there, but it was still a prick to her heart.

“Hi, erm, Y/N?” The male voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She continued wrapping her hands and gave him a slight smile, “Yes, Agent Reynolds?”

Y/N looked over the tall tanned man, the short caramel locks a mess on his head, a few strands sticking to his forehead. She had become fond of him over the last couple of weeks; not only was he an incredible recruit, he’d been a good laugh whenever they’d been in the gym at the same time. Much like earlier today when they caught up over by the water fountain before hitting their own routines.

“You can call me Marcus,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for a drink sometime? Or dinner? Maybe?”

Y/N glanced over his shoulder. Eyes landing immediately on Bucky with his arm wrapped around Nat’s shoulders. Her stomach dropped and she turned back to Marcus, who patiently awaited her response. She knew it was time to move on, maybe a little bit of fun is what she needs right now.

She smirked and held out her phone. “With that uncertainty, I don’t know... How about we exchange numbers and you give me a call when you’ve decided on dinner or drinks, or both?”

Marcus’ cheeks dusted a light pink and Y/N was glad she hadn’t lost her touch. Maybe that only applied to the Super Soldier. Her charm and flirting seemed to have caught Marcus’ attention, so maybe it wasn’t her after all.

He punched in the number and called his phone, the little chime from his pocket confirming it had gone through. Handing it back to Y/N just as Sam jogged over to them.

“Are you ready to get your ass whooped, Y/N?” he chuckled, giving her a toothy grin.

Y/N tilted her head with a mischievous pout, “Oh boy, someone’s had their cocky pills today.”

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Blackout - Part 4

A/N reckon I couldn’t have gotten more angsty? HA take a whole weekend of intense anxiety and a desire to write sad shit and you get this fun ol chapter. I hope you like it <3 

 Sirius came by two days later. Y/N could hear them hissing at each other in the hallway before Lily pushed the door open and closed it in his face, smiling brightly at the sight of Y/N sitting fully up in bed.

“Hey! How are you feeling?”

“Ok, they’ve given me more potion for the broken ribs and rebandaged me this morning and I seem to be able to move my ribcage upwards – you might say that’s progress,” Y/N smiled back at her.

Seeing Lily each day was definitely one of the highlights. Her other two ‘roommates’ weren’t the chattiest bunch – one would reel off a set of potion ingredients every few hours as the nurses recorded them to see what they made and if it means anything. They think she was tortured for the perfect Felix Felicis but managed to give incorrect potion ingredients until there was some sort of explosion. The other hasn’t said a word since Y/N got here, just staring ominously up at the ceiling with wide, green eyes.

“That’s great progress, you’ll be walking in no time!”

“If I remember,” Y/N snorted, eyes darting anxiously back towards the door. She could see the shadow of his feet pacing up and down along the corridor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll walk you around like a puppet until you figure it out,” Lily grinned at her, sitting down in her usual chair beside Y/N’s bed and large table that was now covered in assorted sweets and flowers. Y/N found she had a particular fondness towards the Peppermint Toads which jumped a few times around the bed before going limp enough for Y/N to eat them.

They fell into a silence, Lily looking at her over-picked fingernails.

“So.” She looked up at Y/N with a face Y/N couldn’t quite pick. Worry? Pity?

“So.”

“He’s here today. Outside.”

“I heard.”

“Right of course,” Lily breathed out a laugh, flicking her hair back with one hand. “Are you ok with him being here? I’ve told him not to expect anything.”

Y/N took a deep breath in. She didn’t really know what to feel.

“Honestly, the weirdest thing is just that I can’t believe Sirius Black is waiting outside my hospital room. We just, well in my messed-up mind, we don’t have any history to warrant this. And yet I still don’t want to disappoint him.”

“Well maybe that’s residual memory? That could be a good thing.” Lily looked hopefully up at her, but Y/N knew that wasn’t the case. She felt like she was failing someone she didn’t even really know.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“So, I can bring him in?”

“Go for it.”

Lily squeezed Y/N’s hand and got up to head back towards the doorway. Y/N fidgeted in her bed, pulling herself up slightly and back onto the pillows against her head. The door opened slowly, and Y/N forced herself to smile at the two of them moving towards her, Sirius looking up at her and then dipping quickly as Lily placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him towards her. It was a very odd experession, Y/N had never seen Sirius look so uncomfortable. That you remember.

“Hey Y/N,” He walked to the other side of the bed, pushing back his curly black hair so it flopped to one side with the kind of ease Y/N was sure James envied. He was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and felt like the complete opposite to the white walled existence she’d been living whilst in the hospital.

“Hey B-Sirius,” Y/N cleared her throat as she avoided calling him his last name. What did I call him when we were together? Sirius’s face clearly fell but he looked down to the books he was carrying to attempt to hide it.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, can move now,” Y/N smiled at him, feeling a little uncomfortable seeing him watch her so closely. She wasn’t sure if anyone had ever looked at her like that before.

“You’ll be running the Thames in no time.”

Y/N laughed, “I’d be lucky to walk across London Bridge and not be out of breath.”

“I can think of other ways to get you out of breath,” Sirius grinned at her, but Y/N felt her heart jump and eyes grow wider at him. She cursed internally as her cheeks began to redden. Sirius grimaced and leaned forward to touch Y/N’s hand before thinking against it.

“Fuck, sorry, I just… I’m not used to this yet, sorry.”

“No, I just… not quite used to being flirted with, by you, yet,” Y/N hoped her smile was somewhat kind or calming. Sirius still looked flustered.

“Yeah, speaking of I brought some stuff from home for you – our home… I don’t know if Lily mentioned that?” He seemed to read Y/N’s mind, or likely very surprised expression.

“No, she didn’t,” Y/N gave Lily a look. So you live with him, you don’t remember the partner that you live with. She tried to ignore her chest getting tighter, “But thanks, what did you bring?”

Sirius picked up a large bag from under his chair and placed it in his lap.

“Oh, you brought the whole house?” Y/N teased as he began pulling books and clothes and trinkets out of the back and placing them all over the bed.

“Shut up,” Sirius rolled his eyes but Y/N was sure she’d made him smile. “I was speaking to the healer the other day and he said it would be at least another week, so I figured you’d need some more supplies. I grabbed some of your clothes, there’s comfy stuff and then a nice top since you always say to pack one even though you definitely won’t need it.”

“Hey, I could be invited to a hospital ball,” Y/N traced a hand over the silky red blouse and tried to imagine what she would look like wearing that. He folded them by the bedside table, placing a large Gryffindor jumper on top. Y/N hated that what she really wanted was her cosiest Ravenclaw jumper but she kept her mouth shut.

“Brought some books too – got that muggle one you were… you uh said you wanted,” Sirius handed over a red hardcover book, the letters Alice in Wonderland over the cover. Y/N felt a flicker of memory, a thought, something. It was more frustrating that actually knowing, like she was about to sneeze, and it kept disappearing.

“Thanks, I can’t wait to read it.” Y/N turned it over in her hands, looking up to see Sirius watching her again. “Uh, everything ok?”

“Sorry,” Sirius looked away again, “I keep going to say something and then realising you might not have the context.”

“Yeah that has been annoying.”

“I can’t even imagine how you are coping right now,” Sirius shook his head, sitting back in his chair.

“A lot of jello and roast potatoes.”

“Do they at least give you butter?”

“Nah, they are the driest potatoes to ever live,” Y/N laughed. It was nice to have an easy conversation with him, given the countless visions of Y/N stuttering in front of him or sitting in silence together that Y/N had been having nightmares of. “Can I ask a question?”

“Of course, anything,” Sirius leaned in slightly.

“Why did you ask me out? Sorry that’s a weird question for you. I know we were… friends,” Y/N grimaced as she spoke. “I just, I’m trying to fill in the gaps you know? I don’t know how much Lily has filled you in?”

“I told him what you remember,” She gave a kind smile to both Sirius and Y/N. or pitiful smile.

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.” Sirius grabbed another book on the bed, pulling his chair in closer to the bed so that he could sit next to her and see the book together. He smelled like cigarette smoke and… a sleepy dog?

“You put this together for our 6-month anniversary,” Sirius was smiling wistfully at the papers in front of him. There was a photo of the two of them dancing in a circle before Sirius dips Y/N dangerously low towards the ground. Y/N was laughing, head thrown back full-body kind of laughter, arm opening up into a fake dance pose. On the next page was a dozen different receipts from different stores around London.

“I might have acted like a bit of a tool when you came to the first order meeting, shut it Lily,” Lily had snorted loudly as he spoke. “A huge tool, trying to pretend I knew a lot more about muggle stuff than I might have.”

“Right…?”

“And so you may have asked me to pick up supplies for you since I knew the muggle world so well.”

“Supplies for what?”

“You told me they were muggle necessities,” Sirius was laughing now, “I went all around London collecting things – the weirdest was the body pillow which you told me was something all muggles fell asleep with and I ended up in a sex store being lectured at by an old guy who was debating the different – anyway, that’s when I realised you had been messing with me.”

“Took you that long?”

“Apparently I was a little distracted,” Sirius grinned, “Anyway, I got back, got on one knee and gave you your body pillow and asked you out.”

“That’s a good story,” Y/N said, before she could stop herself.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

And there was the silence Y/N had been dreading. Y/N curled her hand into a ball, digging her nails into her fists to try to avoid showing the panic that was building slowly in her chest. She wanted to make him feel better, to not be the reason that he was watching himself twirl her around over and over again in a large notebook, but it also felt like a stranger was lying to her.

“I think that’s probably enough for one day.” Lily stood up suddenly, taking hold of Y/N’s curled hand and unfurling it beside the bed where Sirius couldn’t see.

“Oh, oh right of course um,” Sirius looked like he might hit something. And also like he was hoping for Y/N to ask him to stay. When she said nothing he stood up.

“Can I come by again? If that’s ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, you can.” Y/N smiled at him, holding Lily’s hand tighter.

“I’ll bring some Peppermint Toads next time, so you can stop eating the pathetic jello,” Sirius teased half-heartedly, giving a look to Lily.

“I’ll walk you out.” Lily squeezed Y/N’s hand and let go, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time.”

They walked out of the room slowly, Sirius turning back at the doorway to wave goodbye and then disappearing behind the door. Y/N took the momentary lapse in people to suck in a deep, shaky breath. It hurt, her chest physically hurt as she took in another, and another, knowing they were speeding up uncontrollably but unable to slow herself down all the same.

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