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Bubbly

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ────𝜗𝜚────⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(Bucky Barnes x reader

Protective!bucky, fluff fluff fluff)

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 (𝓼)

Bucky Barnes wasn’t exactly the type to get excited about grocery shopping.

In fact, if it weren’t for you, he’d be more than content to order takeout or let Steve handle all the household chores.

But he couldn’t deny that there was something about these trips that made him feel a little more grounded. It was one of those small things that gave him a sense of normalcy, even if the world outside felt anything but.

You, on the other hand, loved it. Grocery shopping was your weekly adventure. The aisles were a playground, and every ingredient was a new opportunity for something delicious.

Your infectious smile and bright laughter echoed throughout the store, making Bucky’s heart ache in the best way.

He loved how your eyes lit up over the simplest things, how you saw the world through rose-colored glasses even when it wasn’t easy to.

Bucky was always a few steps behind you, the cart clutched tightly in his metal hand, rolling steadily as you scurried off to the next aisle. He was your quiet protector, keeping a safe distance but always there when you needed him.

You were in your element, picking out ingredients for the week’s meals, humming along to the music playing faintly over the store intercom.

He was used to seeing you happy, but there was something about the way you twirled in place as a song with an upbeat rhythm played, your feet moving in time with the music, your arms swinging loosely at your sides.

It wasn’t anything too flashy—just a little skip in your step, the way you tilted your head with a soft smile as if the music was all that mattered in the world.

And Bucky, though he tried to hide it, couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips.

It wasn’t the first time you’d danced in public like that, but each time it felt like it was the first time, each time felt like he was seeing you for the first time, all bright and bubbly.

The contrast between your carefree spirit and his stoic presence was something he cherished. You balanced him out in ways he didn’t know were possible, pulling him into a world where he didn’t have to carry the weight of his past every single day.

You were the light in his life, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

As you twirled back around to grab a few cans from the shelf, Bucky’s gaze shifted briefly to the man standing a few feet away.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. But as the seconds ticked by, he noticed the way the man’s eyes were lingering—way too long—on you. His gaze was intense, almost predatory.

Bucky's jaw tightened. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and without even thinking about it, he subtly took a step forward, his body tense and protective. His eyes, cold and hard, locked onto the man’s.

It took the stranger a moment to realize he was being watched, and when he did, the color drained from his face. The man looked away quickly, retreating to another aisle as if the weight of Bucky’s stare had physically shoved him backward.

You were too caught up in picking out the perfect bag of carrots to notice what had just happened. Bucky couldn’t help but admire how unaware you were of how people looked at you.

He was used to being the one who was aware of everything—every potential threat, every movement in his peripheral vision—but you? You just lived in the moment, free and joyful, completely unaware of the way people stared or made assumptions.

He wouldn’t change that about you for the world.

“Bucky?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He blinked, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. “You okay?”

He gave a small nod, the corners of his lips lifting in a faint smile. “Yeah, just… making sure you're safe.”

You grinned at him, the brightness in your expression not dimming for a second. “Oh, I’m fine! Nothing to worry about.”

He didn’t respond, but the truth was, he couldn’t stop worrying about you. He couldn’t stop wanting to keep you safe from everything and everyone.

You deserved to live your life with that same carefree energy, knowing nothing could hurt you.

You reached up to grab a bottle of olive oil from the top shelf and glanced back at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “So, we’re doing pasta tonight, right?”

He nodded again, pushing the cart forward as you led him to the next aisle, your hands full of jars and boxes.

You were already planning out the meal in your mind, chattering about the recipe like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Spaghetti, garlic bread, maybe a little salad?” you asked, your voice filled with that innocent excitement he loved so much.

“Sounds good,” Bucky replied, his attention once again diverted as he watched you carefully.

His eyes were always on you, always guarding you, and it was moments like this—simple moments—that made him feel like maybe he could give you something resembling normalcy.

And as you continued to fill the cart with ingredients, humming contentedly, he couldn’t help but feel a quiet satisfaction that you felt safe with him, that you trusted him to protect you without hesitation.

You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. And no matter what, he’d always make sure you knew that.

Later, as you both stood in line to pay, you nudged him with your elbow, grinning as the song playing over the intercom switched to something slow and romantic.

You looked up at him, teasing. “What do you think? Should we have a slow dance right here in the store?”

Bucky chuckled, a soft, amused sound that sent warmth through your chest. “I think people might start talking.”

“I don’t care,” you teased back, but the moment your eyes met his, something passed between the two of you—something deeper than just playfulness. There was a quiet understanding. “I love you, you know that?”

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, everything felt right in the world. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

And maybe it was silly, dancing in the middle of the grocery store like that. But it didn’t matter. Because in that moment, it was just the two of you—and nothing else in the world could touch the happiness you shared.