#imaginebucky

It's been nearly six months. You've been kept at the complex quite a bit, not held prisoner but sometimes it felt like it.

You're sitting outside running your fingers through the grass when you're surprised by a shadow. You squint up at the person standing behind you and are confused when you see Bucky looking down at you. He's pretty much avoided you since you got here. You're not sure if it's been on purpose or just nature of his job.

"Hi." You say looking back down at the grass.

"Hi." He says back before sitting down next to you on the grass. This is unusual.

"Is everything okay?" You ask glancing over at him.

"Steve wants you on this next mission."

"But you don't." You don't ask, you know he doesn't think you're ready by his tone of voice.

"It's not that." He says and you glance over at him with a raised eyebrow. Looking back down at the ground between you you grow some daisies, you're hoping he'll elaborate without you needing to say anything. "I just, I don't know if it's safe."

"It's never going to be safe Bucky." You tell him, pulling one of daisies out of the ground. "Why don't you really want me there?"

"I don't think you're ready, you'll be a liability out there."

"When will I be ready though?" You ask, "You're never going to give me a chance are you?"

"That's not fair." He argues.

"I agree!" You cut him off, "I've already proven that I can do hand to hand, that my powers are useful in a fight. I can do this Bucky. When are you going to give me the chance?"

"When you can prove you can hold your own." You let out a long sigh then stand up, Bucky looks up at you and you stare down at him for a second then shake your head and go inside. You're going to Steve. You're ready. You're sick and tired of feeling like a freeloader.

You find him in the gym, like you expected. He's lifting weights when you blurt out, "Steve I want in on the next mission."

"Good." He says racking the weights. "Bucky said you were too worried about passing out again but both Wanda and Nat say that you're ready." He sits up and wipes his stupidly perfect face on a towel, "I'm glad you're feeling ready."

"Wait a second, Bucky said I didn't think I was ready?"

"I mean not in those exact words but basically yea." You're so angry that you don't quite know how you make it out of the room and back to the front yard where you left Bucky. Luckily for him he's not still there, in your rage you raise the few small trees that had been planted before your arrival to their full maturity.

"Woah."

"James Buchanan Barnes!" You snap turning to face him.

"What?"

"What?" You repeat the anger obvious in your voice. "You told him I was worried about going on a mission. That I was worried I was going to pass out. I never said that! Why would you do that?"

"I just wanted to keep you safe!" He cries.

"Why!"

"Because!"

"That isn't an answer!"

"Because I care about you!"

"You don't even know me!" You yell, you're so angry you almost miss what he says next.

"Excuse me?" You stare at him.

"I know you. I'm the one that brought you to Hydra."

"You. You were my stalker?" You feel like the air has been sucked from your lungs.

"Yes."

"Where you ever going to tell me?"

"I just did."

"Bucky!"

"I know. I know! Okay? But last time I admitted being involved in someone else's past with Hydra he tried to kill me."

"I'm not Tony! I trusted you!" You yell. He stares at you for a minute, his chest rising and falling faster than it should. You can see the tension in his shoulders. The anxiety on his face. The fear deep in his eyes and for a moment you pity him.

"I didn't want to hurt you." He says quietly, "I was wrong but I didn't want to hurt you."

"Tell me.”

"Tell you what?"

"Everything? Is my family alive? Why me? How did they choose me? How long did they have me? What do you know about my past? Can you take me to where I lived?" Bucky stares at you in surprise.

"Woah." He mutters then runs his human hand through his hair.

"And is this why you felt like you needed to protect me? Because you're the reason I've been brought into this?"

"You've got a lot of questions doll. Some that are going to take a while to answer."

"Then start talking." You demand folding your arms across your chest.

"Can we at least go inside?"

"So help me if you try to lose me or avoid answering these questions you'll have poison ivy for the rest of your life."

"You can grow that?"

"I can grow everything I've tried. If it grows out of the ground I can make it." You glower and he actually has the audacity to chuckle.

"Alright doll. I'll answer all of your questions." He promises holding his metal hand out to you. You size him up then take his hand, letting him lead you into the compound and to his bedroom. You balk at the door, "Doll, I don't think you want people around for this conversation."

"Why?"

"It might be difficult for you." You wait another second before following him into his room. You sit on the end of his bed then he begins to talk.

Bucky tells you why you were chosen, Hydra thought that becoming an inhuman had something to do with DNA and blood types. He had been sent to get you because you fit the profile, your family wasn't alive any longer, you'd been held for too long. Hydra had frozen you for almost twenty years. He told you everything that you wanted to know and when you cried he held you.

You couldn't be mad at him. You were upset that he'd lied and that he didn't tell you but he couldn't control what Hydra had made him do.

"I'm sorry doll."

"Don't. Don't make this your fault Bucky. Who ordered my capture?"

"I-I don't know, I don't remember."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll look into it okay?" You lean against his chest and rest the side of your head on his shoulder.

Why did you call him of all people? Set 893 from @alloftheprompts 

Holy shit you're drunk and you're sad and fuck that's not a good combination. Davis had been cheating on you for months, months! How could you have been so stupid? You raise your hand for another drink but the bartender shakes his head.

"Sorry sweetheart but you've been cut off."

"I'm not that drunk!" You whine and he laughs.

"Let me call ya a ride sweetheart."

"Okay." You huff, "Any of my favorites can come get me." You tell him passing him your unlocked phone. You take the glass of water from him as he talks on the phone to someone.

Ten minutes later a glowering Bucky comes into the bar. His frown only deepens when he see the guy sitting too close to you.

"No thanks."

"Come on babe. I'll make it worth your while."

"No."

"Didn't you hear her?" Bucky growls, "She said no." He pulls the guy off of his chair and away from you. "You. Let's go."

"I don't wanna go with you. You're mad at me." You pout and he sighs, scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the bar. "Bucky! Put me down!" You glare at the bartender who’s laughing behind the bar, "Why did you call him!?" You yell.

"You said any of your favorites sweetheart."

"Damnit." You grumble.

"I was on my way anyway. F.R.I.D.A.Y. told us what happened and I was worried you might do something stupid." Bucky growls, it's hard to concentrate on what he's saying when you're upside down like this.

"Can you put me down please?"

"No." 

"Bucky I'm startin' ta feel sick." You mumble and suddenly you're right side up again, standing on your own two feet but leaning heavily against him. "Better?" He asks and you nod, "Good. Now what the hell were you thinking?"

"You really suck at this." You tell him, "He broke my heart Buck."

"That shitbag didn't deserve your heart in the first place." He growls and you wrap your hands around his metal arm as you start down the street, the cooler air is helping you come back to your senses.

"That doesn't make me feel any better but thanks."

"If you want I can go kick his ass."

"I don't need you to kick his ass for me. I'm perfectly capable."

"Maybe not right now." He chuckles as you stumble slightly over the curb. You glare up at him and he shakes his head with a grin. "You know what, you probably could still kick his ass."

"Damn straight I could." The two of you stop at a stoplight and he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. "Mmm. I should've just dated you." You hum.

"Yea. You should have." He agrees as the walk signal turns on. You stare up at him in surprise, you'd only been joking, you'd never thought that he'd return your feelings. When you don't move to follow him across the street he looks down at you in confusion. "You okay?"

"You like me?"

"Oh, uh, I mean, I'm, I, maybe we should save this conversation for when you're sober." He mutters.

"No James." He blinks down at you at the use of his first name. "I'd never have dated that fucker if I knew you liked me." Why are you telling him this?

"What?"

"I like you way more than I did him. Like. Holy shit more." You should shut up now.

"You do?"

"Yep." You pop the end of the word and he stares down at you. Those brilliant blue eyes searching your face.

"We are absolutely continuing this conversation when you're sober."

"I'm sober enough."

"No sweetheart. You're not. Don't worry. We'll talk tomorrow." He notices how your eyelids are drooping and how you seem to lean on him a bit more.

"I'm going to carry you the rest of the way home, then we'll talk in the morning." He tells you scooping you up.

“Where have we met” with Bucky 897 from @alloftheprompts

“Where have we met?” He asks sounding surprised when his hand seems to know yours. You’d crashed into him when you’d rounded the corner. He was like a brick wall he was so solid. You tumbled to the ground landing square on your ass. He’d reached down a hand to help you to your feet, out of instinct you’d taken it. 

“I-I don’t think we have?” You stammer looking up at him wide eyed. You’d remember a man like him. Bright blue eyes that seemed to notice every detail. He’s got dark brown hair that falls past his chin, at least some of the pieces that have fallen out of the bun on the back of his head are to his chin. He’s got stubble on his face, more than a five o'clock shadow but less than a full beard. He’s quite a bit taller than you too, the top of your head is just even with his shoulders now that you’re standing. 

“I swear you seem so familiar to me. Are you sure we’ve never met?” He questions again peering down at you, you can’t believe this gorgeous man seems to want to know you. 

“I think I’d remember someone like you.” You tell him, he tucks his arm behind his body a bit more before you realize how rude you must have sounded. “Oh, oh no. I mean because you’re handsome.” You stammer and you can feel yourself turning bright red. “I-I mean.” You can’t believe you’ve just said that. 

“Oh, wow. Thank you.” He says quietly when you look up at him you’re surprised to see that he’s turning a slight shade of red. “You’re beautiful, honestly, thank you.” He smiles down at you and you tuck some hair behind your ear. “So I may not have met you before but maybe I could get to know you now?” 

“Wow.” You laugh, “I mean, that was one hell of a line.”

“It wasn’t a line, I swear.” He grins down at you with his hands splayed open and in front of him. “Can I at least buy you a coffee?”

Cuddles are good from @alloftheprompts set 908

You wake up in a cold bed. Just one blanket covering your body and no Bucky there to curl into. Even his side of the bed is cold. It makes you worry. Usually Bucky wakes you when he has a nightmare, lately there have been more than usual but that’s what happens when the weather changes, as winter approaches. 

You slide out of bed and tug on a pair of sweatpants, it’s cooler in the tower than it is in the summer. Your feet are quiet on the floor as you wander through the building.

Where is he? You note that several of the blankets from the living room are missing and get a suspicion that you know where Bucky has gone. 

It’s too damn early in the morning to trudge up the stairs so you push the button for the elevator. The doors slide soundlessly open and you press the button for the top floor. They close and the elevator begins to rise, you lean your head against the wall and close your eyes. God you’re so tired, 3:30am was not the opportune time to be awake. You almost don’t notice the doors slide open until they start to close again.

You punch the open button and stumble your way out of the elevator, then down the hallway to the small room that you know he’s in. It’s almost a closet the room is so small but the last time you’d found him here he told you it made him feel safe. The small space with only one entrance and no windows was something he needed. You tap gently on the door before and call to him through the door. 

“Buck?” You say softly before opening the door, “I’m going to come in okay?” You open the door slowly and aren’t surprised to find him on the floor in a giant pile of blankets and pillows. “Hi baby.”

“Hi doll. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t. I woke up and you were gone so I got worried.” You tell him stepping into his nest of blankets. He slides the blankets over enough for you to climb into the cocoon with him, which you do. You curl into him and tug gently on the ends of his long hair. “Nightmare?”

“Yea.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.” You agree sleepily and he hums softly before wrapping an arm around you. “Do you want me to go?”

“No. Stay with me, cuddles are good.”

“Okay.” You give him a soft kiss on the cheek and the side of his mouth quirks up slightly. 

“You missed.”

“Hmm?”

“You missed.” He turns to you then and kisses you softly, “You need to work on your aim.” He teases. 

“Hilarious.” You mumble tugging one of the blankets up past your shoulders.

“Love you Buck.”

A prompt from @alloftheprompts

“You can say you’re not cold, but I can see you shivering from all the way over here.”

Fucking Winter missions. Fucking snow. Fucking wind that cuts straight through your clothes like they’re made of silk. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Your breath passes your lips in a warm puff of air, the steam dissipates in front of your eyes. The wind pulls at your hair, trying to tug it free of the thick scarf you’ve got tucked into your large jacket. 

“How you doin’ doll?” Bucky’s voice comes over your ear piece. 

“Oh just fucking peachy.” You respond quietly. You’re pretty sure the only part of you that he can see under the mountain of clothing you’re wearing are your eyes. 

“It shouldn’t be much longer.”

“That’s what you said two hours ago.” You complain and he chuckles lowly. You don’t know exactly where he is, only that he can see you. 

“A little chilly doll?”

“No.” You lie defiantly. 

“You can say you’re not cold, but I can see you shivering from all the way over here.” 

“Then get over here and warm me up with your super Solider warmth.” You growl. Going on missions with him since you started dating has gotten impossible. He’s either worried about your safety or is constantly flirting with you. You had been going on this mission with Sam but he mysteriously got the flu and since the mission couldn’t be put on hold Bucky’d heroically offered to step up. 

“I’d love to but then our target would get away. Blue hat, black coat, red scarf.”

“Got ‘em.” You respond as you make your way across the busy square. You crash into the man, “Ебать меня!” You curse loudly as you slip the tracker onto the bottom hem of his coat. The two of you right yourselves then continue on your respective ways. 

“Was that a request doll?” Bucky asks cheekily over your ear piece. 

“Why don’t you get your ass to the rendezvous point and find out.” You flirt he chuckles lowly causing your stomach to flip. 

“It’ll warm you up nice and quick.” He flirts back and you grin behind your scarf. 

“Just hurry up so we can get out of here.” You tell him as you arrive at the meet point.