#marvel character

The sharp sound of the door creaking open caught your attention, and instinctively, you dropped the towel you were holding to the floor and turned towards the entryway. You had a hunch it was Bucky, especially with the soft thud of his boots on the hardwood floor, which you’d come to associate with his return after long missions.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. He’d been gone for a week, and you'd missed him like crazy. The constant texting and voice memos kept you going, but nothing beat seeing him walk through the door in person.

Then, you heard it.

“Bunny?” His deep, familiar voice echoed softly through the hallway as he stepped inside. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

Your heart skipped a beat, the warmth in your chest suddenly heating up in a way that made you feel both excited and a little nervous. You hadn’t been expecting him to arrive home so early, and you had certainly not been prepared for what you’d been planning tonight.

You had been thinking of a little surprise for him, something fun and playful. But now that the moment had arrived, you felt a sudden wave of shyness wash over you.

“Back here, Bucky!” you called out, smoothing down the skirt of the outfit you’d chosen for the occasion.

You couldn’t help but glance nervously at the full-length mirror in front of you. You had pulled on your “surprise” outfit — one you’d ordered specifically for him — and you couldn’t deny that you felt a little self-conscious. The costume was the infamous Playboy Bunny look: a snug black bodysuit with a plunging neckline, paired with a white fluffy tail attached to the back. A black collar with a bow tie hung around your neck, and the matching bunny ears sat perkily atop your head.

You had chosen this particular outfit because of the nickname Bucky had given you — “Bunny.” He’d started calling you that after the two of you first met, playfully because of how soft and affectionate you were with him. The name had stuck, and now, it felt like something deeper, something only the two of you shared.

When you heard his footsteps getting closer, you rushed to adjust your ears in the mirror again. This was happening. You were about to face him, dressed like this. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment, but you were doing this for him. Bucky had always made you feel beautiful, no matter what.

“Bunny, you in here?” Bucky’s voice echoed from the doorway.

You glanced up to see him standing there, his eyes already searching the room for you, looking worn from the mission but more than happy to be home. His dark blue shirt was slightly wrinkled, his hair tousled in the way it always was after he’d been on a mission, and a light sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead. But the moment his gaze landed on you, his face softened in a way that made you feel like the world had stopped moving for a second.

You froze. Your heart hammered in your chest as he blinked at you, his brow furrowing in confusion, before his lips curved upward into the most playful grin you’d ever seen. His blue eyes widened, looking you over from head to toe.

“You—” He paused, looking almost shocked, then smirked. “Is that for me, doll?”

You could feel your face flush with heat. You hadn’t been sure how he’d react, but you were quickly finding out. The confidence that had filled you earlier began to waver, and you started to feel a little bit exposed, especially when you saw his gaze linger on your curves in the most appreciative way.

“Y-yeah, it’s for you,” you stammered, not quite meeting his gaze, suddenly feeling like you were out of your depth. “I, um, I thought you might like it.”

Bucky took a slow step forward, his boots soft against the floor as he approached, never breaking eye contact with you. His smirk remained in place, but there was something a little more tender behind his expression now. He looked you over again, and you could feel him drinking in every inch of your outfit, his gaze almost possessive but not in an uncomfortable way.

“You look—” He shook his head slightly, as if in disbelief, and then let out a breath. “You look amazing, doll.”

You could tell that he was trying to hide how much he was already affected by your appearance, but his eyes betrayed him. There was an intensity there, something that made your heart race all over again.

“Y-you really think so?” you asked, barely above a whisper, twirling your fingers nervously in the fabric of your outfit. “I wasn’t sure... I mean, I know it’s a little... much.”

Bucky chuckled softly, shaking his head again as he took another step toward you. “Bunny,” he said with a low, gravelly tone, “You couldn’t be anything less than stunning, no matter what you wear. But this?” His eyes dropped to your outfit again, lingering a moment longer before he looked up at you with that same mischievous smile. “This is... wow.”

You couldn’t help but feel your nerves settle at his words. He always had this way of making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, no matter how silly or embarrassed you might feel. It made your heart flutter with affection.

His hand reached out to gently lift your chin, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “You look perfect. Seriously.”

Despite the warmth spreading through your body, you couldn’t help but laugh, though it came out as more of a nervous giggle. “I—uh, I wasn’t really planning on... dressing up like this, you know? It just seemed fun.”

“Well, you definitely caught my attention, Bunny,” Bucky teased, his voice dropping to a lower register that sent a thrill through you. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, making you shiver a little. “I’m just... surprised, I guess. Didn’t expect you to greet me like this.”

“Is that... a bad surprise?” You looked up at him through your lashes, trying to gauge his reaction.

Bucky’s expression softened, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Not at all, sweetheart. It’s the best surprise. You’ve got me speechless.”

You felt your stomach do a flip, your shyness quickly fading as the atmosphere shifted between you two. The way Bucky was looking at you now wasn’t just admiration; it was pure adoration.

“Well,” you began hesitantly, taking a small step forward, “I thought maybe we could... I don’t know, celebrate your return?” Your hands twisted together in front of you as you tried to keep yourself from melting under his gaze. “I wanted to make you feel special.”

Bucky chuckled softly. “You always make me feel special, doll.” His hand found the side of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But this... this is next level.”

You couldn’t hold back the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He buried his face in your hair for a moment, breathing you in deeply before he spoke again.

“I have to admit,” he murmured against your hair, “I’ve missed you so much, Bunny. I’ve been looking forward to getting home to you more than anything.”

You melted against him, pressing yourself closer, feeling his warmth radiating into you. It was moments like this, when he held you and murmured those sweet words into your ear, that you realized just how much you meant to him.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the rough fabric of his shirt. “But I’m glad you’re back. And that you like... the surprise.”

Bucky tilted your chin up gently, his lips hovering just above yours, his eyes searching yours. “I love it, sweetheart. I love you.” And then, his lips met yours in a kiss that was slow, sweet, and all-consuming.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t filled with desperation. It was the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could — a kiss that reaffirmed the bond between you two, the connection that had only grown deeper since the first day you’d met.

You pulled away slightly, breathless, but kept your hands resting on his chest, still a little shy but no longer self-conscious.

“So,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, “do you want to see the rest of the surprise?”

Bucky’s smirk returned, but this time there was a glint of something even deeper in his eyes. “You know I do.”