#buckywip

Your body made the decision before your brain. 

You launched at him with, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. You could feel the pure shock and confusion radiate off his stiff body. His arms had yet to wrap around you, but all you did was hold him closer. 

“Woah,” he said softly, finally placing his large hands on your back, gently soothing you with one. It must have been without him realizing but he began to sway in his spot. “Hey, whatever happened it’s okay, everything is okay, you’re okay,” he muttered into your hair. But when you shook your head his movements stopped. “Then what is it? You can talk to me.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

It had taken a moment. As quickly as you had lunged for a hug was as quickly as Bucky staggered back. A look of pure confusion and disgust spread over his face. “What?” was all he managed to spit out. “Did Steve tell you?” he whispered, looking around the room again. 

“No, I-”

He took another step back, “then how the fuck did you find out?” he caught himself getting loud and drawing attention to the both of you. “What is wrong with you? That is not your business.” 

“I know,” you held both hands out, “and I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”