Read on AO3:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/31442600/chapters/77768405
(on AO3 there is also a version without (y/n) besides this one, I used a name instead)
Relationships: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: swearing i guess?
Summary:Â What would you do if you had a chance to prevent the darkest days of your loved one? Would you just sit by, or would you do everything in your power to protect them? And if so, for what price?
(Y/n) will have to ask herself these questions sooner or later when the hunt after the missing time-stone catapults her into the 1940s, where she meets her not-quite-yet-fiancĂŠ, a certain Sargent James Barnes.
It all started with an incredulous question.
âWhat do you mean, he lost the time-stone?â
â I didnât lose it. It was stolen.â
Doctor Stephen Strange glared at (Y/n) indignantly. She stared back, unimpressed.
Strange ran a hand through his slightly greying hair, frustration clearly visible in his face. And was there a little bit of embarrassment?
âUsually, I keep it on my person or in a safe location at all times, but just this once, I might have, err, placed it on my nightstand before I took a shower.â
Tony snickered, Natasha raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, Wanda tilted her head, and Steve tried to stay professional, as always.
The group was sitting around a big table in one of the conference rooms at the Avengers Tower. It had been a pretty calm morning until suddenly orange sparks had appeared in the lounge room, startling Tony and Steve. Strange had stepped out of the portal with a slightly frantic expression, stating he needed their help. Frowning, Steve had ordered everyone to the briefing room, much to (Y/n)âs displeasure. She had enjoyed one of the rare calm days, with no upcoming missions immensely.
Well, as immensely as she could without her fiancĂŠ by her side. She sighed internally. Bucky was on a mission with Clint, Sam and Vision for almost two weeks now. She missed him. She craved his smiles, his warm hugs and kisses. And god, she missed snuggling up to him in bed. It felt much colder without her six-foot, build like a brick shit house, wonderfully smelling, personal furnace.
Her hand fiddled with her engagement ring he had presented her a month ago, with the most heartfelt and sweet proposals she has ever heard. A small, dreamy smile stretched on her lips.
Steveâs voice pulled (Y/n) out of her thoughts. Right. Focus on the new potential mission. A lost infinity-stone should be taken seriously, after all. Plus, it might distract her a bit from longing thoughts.
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