𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜, 𝑖 𝑔𝑜
✮ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader ✮ Summary: Bucky Barnes hates crowds, noise, and busy stores. But when you say you’re heading to the grocery store, suddenly he’s lacing up his boots and holding your hand like it’s a battlefield. ✮ Word Count: ~1,030 ✮ Genre: Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Clingy!Bucky
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The moment you say, “I’m running to the store real quick,” Bucky looks up from the couch like you just said you were moving to another country.
“The grocery store?” he asks, brows knitting like it’s a dangerous mission. He’s sprawled out in his softest hoodie, hair in a messy bun, a book half-open on his chest.
You pause in the doorway, already zipping up your hoodie. “Yeah. Just for like eggs, oat milk, cereal. In and out.”
He sits up, instantly alert. “I’ll come with you.”
Your head tilts, amused. “You hate crowds.”
“I do.”
“And you called the cereal aisle ‘capitalist chaos’ last time.”
He shrugs, already standing and shoving his socked feet into boots “Still true. But I’m not letting you go alone.”
“You think I’m gonna get jumped at Whole Foods?” you ask with a grin.
He doesn’t smile back, but the look in his eyes is soft. “I think I’ll miss you for the 45 minutes you’re gone.”
Your chest squeezes. “Bucky…”
He grabs your hand. “Let me come. I’ll even hold the basket.”
You can’t say no to that face. Especially not when he’s blinking at you with those ridiculous baby blues like you hung the moon and organize the produce aisle.
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The store is, predictably, a little too busy for Bucky’s liking.
He hovers close behind you, glancing around like he’s scanning for threats in the cereal aisle. His hand never leaves yours if someone bumps into him, he shifts, shielding you with his broad frame like you’re his most important mission.
You tug him along gently, navigating carts and snack displays “You okay, Sergeant Snuggles?”
“I’d be better if you didn’t keep walking five feet away from me,” he grumbles, fingers tightening around yours.
“I was reaching for bread, not vanishing into the night.”
He makes a noise, low and pouty. “Still too far.”
You hand him the loaf, and he holds it like it’s a peace offering “You know you don’t have to do this,” you say, stopping for a moment. “I mean it. You don’t owe me grocery runs.”
“I know,” he replies, voice softer now. “But I want to be where you are. Even if that’s a stupid fluorescent-lit hell full of crying toddlers and overpriced apples.”
You laugh, squeezing his hand. “That’s the mushiest thing anyone’s ever said to me in the produce section.”
“Good. You deserve mushy.” He presses a kiss to your temple as you reach for apples. “And you deserve backup. Grocery stores are war zones. I saw a guy fight a grandma over frozen waffles last week.”
“That was Costco.”
“Same thing.”
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By the time you reach the checkout line, you’ve got everything you need and a few extra things Bucky silently added. A lavender-scented candle, your favorite chocolate bar, and a tiny stuffed bear he slipped in while you were distracted by the kombucha.
You pretend not to notice until you’re bagging “Really?” you ask, holding up the bear.
He shrugs, looking adorably unrepentant. “It looked like it belonged to you.”
“It’s pink.”
“So?”
“It’s got glitter in its ears.”
“I have glitter in my ears after that art night you dragged me to.”
You laugh, pressing the bear to your chest. “Fine. I love it.”
“I know.” He smiles at you, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle and your heart stutter.
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Back home, he helps you put the groceries away, but mostly he just leans against the counter and watches you with gooey eyes.
“You gonna help, or…?” you tease, trying to stack cereal boxes in the cabinet.
“I am helping,” he says, taking the box from your hands and putting it in the wrong cabinet entirely.
“That’s where the mugs go.”
“New system. Mugs and cereal. Breakfast corner.”
You snort. “You’re ridiculous.”
He traps you between him and the counter, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Ridiculously in love with you.”
And you melt, like you always do. Because yeah, he hates crowds. He hates noise. He’d rather stay home, wrapped in a blanket, reading with the cat curled up on his chest.
But if you’re going even just to the store he’s going, too. Because the truth is, Bucky Barnes would follow you anywhere.
Even to aisle 7.
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