Bucky realizing that you don’t mind/aren’t afraid of touching his vibranium arm after hiding it for so long
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: Sorry that this was so late, but I hope you enjoy it!
You knew about Bucky’s arm.
But he was honest to god terrified of your reaction to it.
He did everything in his power to keep you from seeing it, or feeling it. Even though you two were together for six months.
Bucky was in your guys’ bedroom. He had just gotten out of the shower, shirt off and jeans hanging loosely on his hips. A white towel was hanging over his bionic shoulder. He was perusing through his closet when you walked in, unannounced.
You obviously didn’t know that Bucky just came out of the shower, nor did you expect him to be shirtless. Bucky didn’t realize that you opened the door until it was too late. He knew that you had already seen it.
It didn’t matter though. Bucky took the towel and wrapped it around his arm so you didn’t see it. Although you already did.
You paused, your hand resting on the golden door handle. “Uh, babe? You okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. Bucky nodded before cradling his towel-clad arm to his chest, like a wounded soldier.
I mean, he was. And he was embarrassed about it.
“Are you sure?” You questioned again, taking a few cautious steps toward your tall, dark-haired lover. He nodded again, trying to look cool, but the fear was evident on his face. You still crept cautiously towards him. He took a step back.
“Bucky?” You asked, finally reaching him before placing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes watered a little bit. “I’m a freak.” He mumbled. Concern washed over your face. “What?”
“I’m a freak.” He repeated, a tear streaming down his face. You wiped it away, your thumb resting on the apple of his cheek. “Why would you say that?” Sadness laced your voice. You hated seeing him like this.
Bucky hesitated before sliding the towel off of his vibranium arm. You gasped, not out of shock, but out of amazement. You never saw his arm before. Bucky always wore long sleeve shirts, jackets, and gloves.
You placed your hand on his arm and Bucky flinched. You looked up at him, waiting for permission to continue. You took your other hand and placed it on his cheek, stroking his scruff. “You’re not a freak.” You assured him, your tone adamant.
He looked over at his bionic arm. Your hand trailed up and down the black metal, carefully examining the gold trim that lined the edges. “I don’t know why you hid it from me for so long. It’s beautiful.” You said before looking up at him. His eyes were still on his arm, a semi-resenting look on his face.
You took your hand and placed it under his chin, turning his head so he could look at you, in the eyes. “You’re beautiful.” You stated, before pressing your lips against his.
Bucky melted into the kiss, another small tear streaking down his face before mixing between your lips. He wrapped both of his arms around you, something he never did before.
You pulled away, a smile adorning your face. “Can we buy you short sleeves now?”
Bucky rolled his eyes, before pulling you in for another kiss.
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Chapter 5
It had been a few weeks since the diner incident. Bucky assumed that Y/N had forgotten about it, so he decided to too.
It was Y/N’s day off from work, so Bucky was over at her apartment, sitting with her at the dining room table. Y/N had her legs resting on his lap. She took a drink of her beer- it was sort of a ritual for them to drink and listen to music at this point. Bucky noticed that she was rather quiet than usual. “Something on your mind?” Bucky asked, tilting his head to the side.
Y/N took a deep breath and gave him a hesitant nod. “What’s up then?” Y/N took a longer drink of her Stella Artois. She removed her legs from Bucky’s lap before getting up from her seat. She walked to her room, leaving the door open a smidge. Bucky sat patiently and waited for her return. It took about three minutes. Two of them were dedicated to Y/N’s pacing back and forth to her room.
She came back out of her room with a file in her hand. She lingered by her door, wiping sweat from her forehead. She was nervous. Y/n huffed out another breath before walking back to the dining room table.
“I don’t think we’ve been very truthful with each other lately, Buck.” Y/N stated, her eyes pointed towards the floor. Bucky felt his stomach drop.
Shit.
“I know who you are. I’ve known who you were. I just kept it from you because I know you don’t want to bring up your past. I get it. But I thought I should tell you.” She handed him the vanilla filing folder. He opened it, seeing a full report on himself. He raised his eyebrows. It had everything. His birthdate, time in the military, time as the Winter Soldier, even to his therapist.
Bucky looked up at her. “Where’d you find this?” Y/N chewed her lip. “Well, I wrote the report myself. Did some heavy research though. Took me a couple nights. But I just did it to make sure of my observations.”
“Observations?”
“Yeah,” Y/N said, chuckling slightly. “Like how you examine every possible exit everytime you enter a room, or when we go out and you stand behind me. Like a protector,” She explained. Y/n shuffled slightly on her feet. “Also, your gloves. No one wears gloves like that. And you’re not a germaphobe.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “How do you notice all of this stuff?”
“I notice everything about you. Down to the little freckle on your earlobe.” Y/N said, pointing to his left earlobe. His gloved hand reached up to his earlobe. She was right. Even he didn’t notice. And it was his earlobe.
Bucky smiled. “But it wasn’t the only reason why I looked you up.” Y/N interrupted. His smile disappeared immediately. Y/N sighed, leaning her back on the kitchen table. “I needed to know if you were connected to my uncle.” Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I'm sorry for ever doubting you. He disappeared during the time you were on the run from Hydra with Captain America. So, you can breathe.”
Bucky shook his head. “I don’t think I can.” Y/N crossed her arms, feeling a little vulnerable. “I’m sorry. I feel bad now. I should’ve waited for you to tell me.” She shook her head, voice cracking a little. She started to walk away from him. Bucky’s hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him. He spun the girl around.
“I’m not mad.” He said, an earnest look in his eyes. “In fact, I’m impressed. You’re pretty observant.” Bucky gave her a smile. “What gave me away the most?”
Y/N wrung her hands around. “The diner was a big clue. Especially with how worked up you got over the news. I understand though. He was your best friend.” Y/N confessed.
Bucky’s smile disappeared from his face once again. His hands left her hips and Y/N suddenly felt cold. “You probably think I’m a monster,” Bucky mumbled, putting his hands on the table.
“I don’t.” Y/N said firmly. “I don’t at all. I promise you. I did my research, Bucky. You were fucking brainwashed.” Y/N raised her voice slightly. Bucky’s eyes still averted hers. She sandwiched her hands on his face, forcing him to look up at you. “You’re not a monster.” Her tone was sincere. Believable.
“And if you were, I wouldn’t still keep inviting you over for beers and music.” She added, causing Bucky to smirk at her words. “Any other complaints for the head of department?” Y/N asked jokingly. Bucky shook his head, grabbing her hands and removing them from his face.
“Other than the fact that it’s always hot as shit in your apartment.” Bucky sassed. Y/N laughed, clapping her hands in glee. “There’s the Bucky I know and admire!” She suddenly paused. “If it’s that hot, then why don’t you take off your jacket? And gloves?” Y/N’s bottom lip puffed out a bit as she batted her lashes at him.
Bucky hesitated. And if he was being honest, he was terrified of her reaction to his arm. But he knew she already did so much research on him and that they were being honest with each other. He shrugged off his jacket and peeled his gloves off.
At least he didn’t have to worry about wearing them to Y/N’s apartment anymore.
Y/N’s eyes didn’t pop out of her, nor did she gasp at his metallic arm. In fact, she didn’t even look at his arm. Her eyes remained on Bucky’s face. He cleared his throat, snapping her from her small little trance. Y/N shook her head and laughed. “Sorry about that. Just making more observations.”
“Of what?”
“How handsome you are.”
Bucky blushed. To be honest, he has not felt this comfortable with another human being in a long time. It’s always taken him a while to adjust and trust people. But with Y/N it was easy. He hoped to keep her around more, longer even. Maybe even be more than friends.
Again, he hasn’t felt like this in a while. Plus, the dating scene in Brooklyn was tough as shit. He has struggled with online dating apps for months. And his only friend was an old guy who was on his list. He won’t forget about the time that Mr. Nakajima accused him of being gay. Although he was only half right, but, that's a secret Bucky won’t ever tell anyone.
Hey! I love your story life goes on so much. When's the next update? Hope you're well!
thank you so much! currently having exams at the moment, so i haven’t been able to write the next chapter yet, but i’m definitely going to write this weekend. maybe monday?
