I Dont Know Why Your So Upset With Me, Bucky. I Made It Back In One Piece. You Pleaded With Him.

“I don’t know why your so upset with me, Bucky. I made it back in one piece.” You pleaded with him.

“Look at you (Y/n). You are in a hospital bed at New York Presbyterian hospital. With a giant gash on your forehead and stomach. If the Avengers and I haven’t stopped Hydra. You would have been killed.” Bucky was practically yelling now.

“I was so scared of losing you (Y/ n).” Bucky was on a verge of tears as he sat down on your bedside. 

“ Well… I’m not going anywhere.  Hydra has to do alot worse in order to get rid of me.“  You put a hand to his face. Bucky relaxed at your touch. His arms reached around as he held you close to his body and the stubble on his neck made you giggle a bit.

“You’re so crazy, (Y/N). Going on that crazy mission by yourself. If you’d died at the hands of Hydra. I would have lost it. 

"You have nothing worry about Bucky. I promise.” You say.

“I hope so.” Bucky says, still holding on to you. Kisses you on the forehead.

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*REQUESTED* Hi. this week is my birthday and i was wondering if you can do an a imagine where it’s the readers birthday and Bucky, her newly wed husband tries to fix her breakfast in bed? But has a hard time since his bionic arm and that he doesn’t know how to cook. I love your blog by the way. Please and Thank you.

You and Bucky have been married for a month now.  Everyday, you would wake up next to him.  His arms wrapped around you, In his embrace.The warm feeling  that you get he he would tighten his grip on you not wanting to let you go. The sun would always beam down on the two of you as you two laid in bed.

Today was your birthday. When you woke up this morning, the room was filled with sunlight as usual but something was off.  Bucky wasn’t holding you in his embrace. In fact, Bucky wasn’t in bed. As you sat up, you could just hear objects being dropped on the floor outside of your room.

“Dammit.” You heard Bucky hiss, “What is he doing?” You whispered to yourself, getting out of bed and putting your robe on. You went out of your bedroom  and into the kitchen, where you find Bucky trying his best to cook and not burn down the house.

“Whoa, what happened in here?” You asked looking around the kitchen. There was pots and glass plates on the floor. Stuff was overflowing out of the pans. “Happy Birthday!” he said giving you a hug.  "Thanks. What were you trying to cook?” You asked. Cleaning up the kitchen.

“Wanted it to be a surprise.” He said, dusting the broken glass into the pan and dumping it into the trashcan.  “Today is your birthday and I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.I wanted to do something special for you. I thought if I went on that computer thing and looked up videos on how too cook. But the computer thing wouldn’t work so i thought i try to cook by the way you always cook and that didn’t work. Plus I keep breaking everything with my bionic arm.” He said looking defeated. You smiled gently,  washing your hands off. “That was sweet that you wanted to make me a birthday breakfast, Bucky.” You say, as you walked up to Bucky, taking his flesh hand into yours. He  pulled you close to him, wrapping both his arms around your waist. Kisses your forehead. “ I’m sorry, doll. I just wanted to make your birthday special for you.” said

“You already are. The fact that you went out of your way just to do this for me. That means a lot, Bucky” You say as you see a smile form on his face. “I love you (y/n).” Bucky said as he was staring into your eyes. “I love you too, Bucky.” You say, staring back. Bucky kisses you on the lips.

“Hows about I teach you how to make some pancakes?” You ask him, still in his embrace. “I would love that.” He said. "Good.” You  took the frying pan out and set it on the stove, you take out flour, eggs, milk, butter and oil, while Bucky watched you from the counter, liked he didn’t actually have to do anything other than watch you.

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