A Relationship With Bucky Barnes:

A Relationship with Bucky Barnes:

Headcanon: Your life with Bucky over the years Bucky Banres x Y/N  warnings: none  Words: 2742 English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.I hope you enjoy reading.

You get to know him during your university internship for Stark Industries. In your first week you get lost in the Stark Tower and suddenly find yourself in a large training room. Bucky is hitting a punching bag and when it rips out of its anchoring you can't suppress a shocked scream. He whirls around and stares at you. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he asks in a dark, angry voice that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm Y / N, Tony's intern, and I got lost." you whisper and notice how the blood rushes into your cheeks with shame. Immediately Bucky will calm down, you are not a threat. "Come on I'll show you the way, I always got lost in the beginning." "Thank you, Sergeant Barnes." you say, still embarrassed "Bucky." does he improve you. "Thanks Bucky."

 And suddenly you keep bumping into him. They are random situations. You meet at dinner in the cafeteria, at the same time you call it a day and meet in the parking lot, funny enough, his car is always parked near yours. You will always find something to talk about. When your car doesn't start one evening, he immediately offers to drive you home. As you sit in the passenger seat in his car and his scent envelops you, you notice how your heart starts beating faster. It will take another three days to realize that you are in love with him.

On the last day of your internship, he suddenly appears in your office. “Bucky? You ask concerned, who has never been in your office. "Today is your last day." It's a statement, not a question, but you answer anyway. "Yes." Bucky seems kind of nervous, something you have never noticed on him. "I took your spark plugs out of your car." he says in the ensuing silence. "What?" you ask, confused, you have no idea what he is talking about. "I manipulated your car so that I could drive you home. I know that was not okay at all. But I wanted to spend more time with you and that was kind of the only way I could think of. I know it was stupid. I'm sorry. "And then you realize that your meetings weren't that random. You take a deep breath and scrunch up all your self-confidence." Are you going out with me? "Bucky was expecting an outburst of anger or that you are disgusted, but not this question." That was my text. "He says after a moment of silence, in which you have become almost insane." Is that a yes? "You ask uncertainly. "I'll pick you up at 8. “

He brings flowers to your first date. You have a wonderful evening together, and he will bring you to your doorstep in the evening. "Would you like to come up for a coffee with me?" you ask him, he has held your hand the whole way, but now he lets go of it. Bucky suddenly seems insecure. "I've seen a couple of shows and movies that Sam recommended to me and well in those movies coffee always means sex and Y / N you're really great and I like you, I really like you. But you know I'm a little older and was brought up differently ... " "I really only meant coffee." you interrupt him and blush at the same time, you really just wanted to be nice and didn't think how he could interpret your question. "This is embarrassing now" he says. "It's cute. And I like you, too, Bucky."

Two weeks after your first date, he asks you if you officially want to be his girlfriend. You say yes right away.

When you are in his apartment for the first time, you are a little shocked. He has hardly any furniture, nothing in this apartment is personal and it looks more like a hotel room. His duvet and pillow are on the floor next to the bed. "Do you sleep on the floor?" you ask, he looks to one side, ashamed. "The bed doesn't feel right." he closes the bedroom door. "Can we talk about it another time? Would you like to watch a movie?" Actually, you want to force him to talk to you about it, but you know it has something to do with his past as a Winter Soldier, so you nod. "I'll be here when you're ready." you say and kiss his cheek. "I think a film would be nice." He brings you home in the evening, kiss you at the doorsteps and waits until you're in your apartment and turn on the light in the kitchen. You know he does this to make sure you're safe. Even if you find it over the top, it's kind of cute too and you feel protected.

You don't often notice that Bucky comes from another time, only in some points it shows. For example, it doesn't take long for you to find out that he has no clue about social media. And he doesn't even try.

"Snapshot" "Snapchat" "Whatever."

He writes you love letters and you collect them all in a box under your bed.

"I sleep on the floor because the bed is too soft. It feels like I'm lying on cotton wool and sinking into it. Then I feel like I'm suffocating." He whispers one evening when you're watching one of your favourite movies. You turn to him. "Can I help you with this?" you ask him softly, your voice trembles but your heart leaps with joy because he opens up to you. "Dr. Raynor says it's a symptom of my trauma. But I'm working on it with her, don't worry about me.” "I'm your girlfriend, it's my job to worry.” you say with a crooked grin. “Thank you for opening up to me" you add.

You say "I love you." first. It just slip out on one of your coffee dates. Bucky picked you up on his lunch break from your morning class at university and you went to his favourite café. A cosy little café with fresh cakes and delicious coffee. Bucky tells a Story of a malfunction of Sam's wings, which caused him to hang under the ceiling in the training room and not be able to land. His eyes sparkle happily at the memory, but instead of reacting to his funny story, the three words just slip out of you. Bucky falls silent and just looks at you. "That was my text."

He introduce you to Steve and Sam first. He's taking you to the game night in Steve's apartment. "You really do exist." Sam greets you at the door. "Shut up." Bucky growls and hits him on the arm. "Ouch. Be careful with your super soldier strength, you could have broken my arm." says Sam in a playful tone. "If he wanted to break your arm, your arm would have been broken." Steve interferes. "Y / N, nice to finally get to know you. Bucky has told us a lot about you. Come in." you enter the comfortably furnished apartment. "Hopefully only good things." "Please he keeps telling you how great you are." "Shut up Sam or I won't just break your arm." Bucky interferes. You smile you kiss his cheek.

He introduces you to the other Avengers one by one, and it doesn't take long and you have girls' evenings with Natascha and Wanda.

"Do you want to get to know my parents?" "You want to introduce me to your parents?" "Yes. You're coming to town for the weekend. If you don't want to, I can understand." "Of course, I want to meet your parents."

He's nervous when you meet your parents for dinner. Your mother will take him to her heart right away. Your father doesn't. Nobody is good enough for his little princess.

But fate is on your side. At dessert, two children approach you uncertainly. "Can we have an autograph, Sergeant Barnes, sir? Please." the little boy asks uncertainly. "And a photo?" adds the girl. Bucky smiles friendly, even if you can see how uncomfortable he is in the situation. "Of course." he says and signs on a napkin. You take the mother's cell phone and take a few photos of the kids and Bucky. "Thank you, Sergeant Barnes. You are my favourite Avenger." "You are welcome." the children happily run back to their table. "I'm sorry." Bucky turns to your parents. "Oh, that's not a problem at all." answers your mother. "Sergeant Barnes? You served?" "Yes, 107th Infantry Regiment." your father nods approvingly. He is a patriot and proud of his military career. “Y / N finally has a boyfriend who knows what it means to be proud of his country. Not like the last one who didn't even have a real job. "You roll your eyes." Paul was a web designer and worked for a food blog. "" I have no idea what half of these words mean, "says your father "Me neither” Bucky agrees, and your father has accepted your new boyfriend.

You've been together for 4 months when he stays overnight for the first time. The whole time he was afraid to scare you off with his nightmares. But he didn't have any that night. Bucky slept the whole night and when he woke up the next morning, he felt more rested than he has been in a long time.

But Bucky's hopes are dashed when the nightmares return a few weeks later, the fact that you lay next to him didn't help that night.

You wake up to hear a heartbreaking scream full of pain. You quickly turn on the light. Bucky is rolling in the sheets next to you, cold sweat is on his forehead and all his muscles are tense. You carefully try to wake him up, but you can't. "Bucky, Bucky wake up." a hard blow on his chest finally pulls him out of his nightmares. When you look into his dark eyes you flinch, these are not the friendly, warm blue eyes that you are used to. Only pain, suffering and death are reflected in these eyes. It takes Bucky a second to realize that you are not a threat to him, that he is not the Winter Soldier and that everything is fine.

That second scares him to death. "It's too dangerous, I could have killed you." "I trust you." "Don´t do it." "I won't let you leave me! You said you love me." "I'm doing this because I love you Y / N! I could have killed you." "It was only a second and then you knew where you are." "One second is enough." A cold chill runs down your spine at these words, but you shake your head anyway. "No! I get through this with you."

You are talking to Dr. Raynor, and ask how you can help Bucky. She has a few useful tips, but even those don't help every night. Every time Bucky is awakened by one of his nightmares, you hold him in your arms. You whisper soothing words, rock him back and forth a little like a child until he manages to fall asleep again. Bucky always feels guilty in the morning that he wakes you up, but you don't care. "I told you I get through this with you." "I do not deserve you." "Ey! I'm not that bad." "It was not meant like that." "I know I love you James." "I love you Y/ N."

The hardest thing for you is when he's on missions. Every time he's gone you almost worry, even if he keeps saying that it's not a big thing and that his job isn't as dangerous as it seems. Still, you hate it, but you also know that his job is important and that it is important to him.

 you miss him too much, you take the letters from the box under the bed and read them.

You travel together a lot, Bucky wants to see all the places he was as the Winter Soldier, but this time as himself. "I want to replace these memories with new ones. With good memories. And with you I have the best memories."

You find out you are pregnant when he is on an extended mission.

You call Natascha immediately crying because you are not allowed to call him, but you need someone to talk to. 20 minutes later she and Wanda are at your door.

"I thought you were taking the pill." "Apparently it doesn't help against super soldier sperm. Oh god! I'm having a super soldier baby. And I have to quit my studies." "You're almost finished, there is still enough time to finish the semester before the baby comes. You just take a break. That is the least of the problem." Natascha speaks calmly to you. "Don't always worry so much Y / N. Everything will be fine for sure." Wanda agrees. "You have to calm down now.” “ I can't calm down! Bucky and I have never discussed the subject of children, what if he doesn't want one? Or if he doesn't want one with me." "I doubt it."

You have to wait two more weeks for Bucky to come back.

When you tell him with tears in your eyes that you are pregnant he hugs you tightly and whirls you through the air with joy. All the fear that he would not be happy is gone. "That breaks my whole plan a little." he says, still smiling. But it gives you a stomach ache and tears come to your eyes again. "If you don't want a child with me, I understand." Bucky's eyes widen immediately. "What? No. Don't you want children with me?" "Of course! I love you, but we never talked about it and I don't want to ruin your plans for the future and ..." "Doll! Not another word." you fall silent and look at him. Bucky smiles at you from above. "I didn't mean my future plans. Actually, I had planned to wait until it gets warmer, take you to Corny Island, ride the Ferris wheel with you and ask you if you want to marry me at sunset." He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a beautiful engagement ring. You clasp your hands over your mouth, tears well up again, but this time for joy. "You just have a ring like that in your pocket?" "I've been carrying it around with me for weeks. I didn't want you to find it while cleaning up or anything." "Yes." is the only thing you can get out Bucky grins slightly and then shakes his head. "That will not do." he takes your hand and goes down on one knee. "Y / N do you want to do me the honor and marry me?" "Yes, of course. Yes!" he puts the ring on your trembling finger and kisses you.

Bucky was brought up differently than you, he comes from a different time and that's why it's important to him that everything is in the right order, dates, marriage, moving in together, children. He never said it, but you know it. You know that it is important to him and that after all these years in which he had no control over his life he wanted at least a little order now. Your pregnancy brings a bit of a mess in this order. So a week after his proposal you sit down at a table with Wanda, Natascha and your mother and plan the perfect, small wedding. Your mom doesn't know you're pregnant and you want it to stay it that way until after the wedding. It would take place in 2 months, and until then you should be able to keep it a secret. "Why the rush?" asks your mother. "Because we love each other."

And it's the perfect wedding. You marry the perfect man, in the perfect dress, in the perfect place. When you exchange vows and Bucky puts the gold wedding ring on your finger, tears run down your cheeks, but you are very calm. You are not nervous or afraid of the future. Because with Bucky by your side, you know that you can do anything. You have the feeling that in this moment all parts come together perfectly and when you see blue eyes in Bucky, you know that he feels it too.

Mmmkay, i would love to see your vision about a domestic bucky. If he moves close to the Wilson's, and starts to meet someone? He is insecure but want to try feeling something new. Maybe he could walk at night because he just woke up after a nightmare and then meet that person, i don't know.

Hope you feeling better today ❤️

Smile Again

Summary: Having recently moved down to Louisiana, Bucky struggled a bit in the relationship department. It’s not until he met a firecracker of a girl one night that he sees change and trusting yourself can be quit rewarding.

Pairings: domestic!bucky barnes x female!reader

Warnings: some angst, a lot of fluff, and minor swearing

Word Count: 4.2k

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Bucky shot up from the floor, cold sweat clinging to his forehead, heart pounding inside his ribcage. The nightmares didn’t haunt him like they used to, but when they inevitably returned, they always came with an ugly vengeance. His palms groped around the cool wooden floor, regaining his sense of reality. He had to just assure himself that he was really awake, that this was real.

To his relief, the ringing in his ears subsided and the graphic images faltered. He peered around at the unfamiliar walls, taking in the dark scene of his new living room. A measly coffee table here, a couple of unpacked boxes pushed to the corner there. To Sam’s delight, Bucky packed what little he owned into dusty cardboard boxes and moved down to Louisiana. The thick rain was more than he was accustomed to and he occasionally missed the low humdrum of the city, but it was much more peaceful here. Most nights, anyways.

I deserve this.

The three word phrase echoed through his mind, a monotone mantra to recite in especially trying moments. Sometimes he thought it was useless trying to convince himself. Other nights Bucky was more forgiving. Healing was a tricky thing, it wasn’t a neat linear line or a simple five stages to move through. For Bucky, it was finally acknowledging wounds that had long run dry and patching up what he could. It was letting people in. But damnit was that hard.

Slowly rising, he padded over to his dusty window to study the misty night sky. Even through the foggy glass he could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds and silhouettes of the trees. Just by looking outside he could see how thick the air was with humidity.

There’s no point in going back to bed now, anyways.

Bucky decided the best course of action would be to go out on a walk, not particularly caring where to. He really did enjoy his new home despite its modest size and rundown disposition, but he needed to get out. If it were up to him, he’d take a break from existing as himself, but escaping the house was the next best thing.

It was late and he decided he would throw on a thin long sleeve shirt. His heated temperature would argue with such an action, but he was still new to town and wasn’t crazy about showing off his arm. He walked aimlessly, following the streetlights to whatever part of town they would take him. His wandering session had brought him to where all the local bars resided, lightly buzzing with music and chatter that could be heard from outside. He spotted a quiet little bench under a street lamp and decided to take residence there for the time being.

Sighing, he sat down and leaned his head back, taking in the muffled sounds of the bars and people inside them nearby.

“That seat taken?”

Bucky’s body slightly jostled awake. He wasn’t asleep, but he was comfortable enough to start drifting off. He turned his attention to the voice. In the yellow light he could make out a figure of a woman standing in front of him, expectantly waiting for an answer.

“No, you’re fine.” He shifted his body to make more room on the small bench. He didn’t plan on staying for much longer anyways. You sat next to him and his nose was immediately hit with a smell of vanilla perfume.

“You don’t look familiar. You new?” You popped a piece of bubblegum into your mouth. As you spoke, he got a soft scent of alcohol and sugar radiating off of you into his nose. It fluttered around him, enveloping him in the smell of sweets and drinks. To his surprise, it was oddly comforting.

“I just moved down here.”

“You’re sober.”

“Yeah,” he responded, confused by the statement.

“You okay?” you gawked, giving him a concerned look.

“I wasn’t in the mood for a drink.”

“No one comes down to a street of bars at 1 in the morning, doesn’t drink, and is doing alright,” you explained to him. “What’s on your mind?”

Bucky was a bit surprised at how bold you were, just asking a random man his problems. It didn’t change your night, why should you care? It was unexpected, but charming to say the least. It was clear that you were tipsy, but your tone still commanded intent and was laced with sympathy.

“Just a bad dream.”

“Must be some intense dreams you got to come all the way out here,” you replied, blowing a quick bubble with your gum before popping it.

“Something like that.”

You looked at him, waiting for something more. Try as he might, it was hard to ignore your gaze. It begged for more answers and he hated the thought of leaving you unsatisfied.

“I’ve let a lot of people down. That’s all.”

He felt silly confessing to you. You were drunk, and probably didn’t actually care to know. The worst part was that he actually liked telling you, even if in vague terms. It was nice to just talk, even if it was just to a drunk girl he just met.

“You haven’t let me down.”

“You don’t know me,” he stated dryly.

You crossed your legs and propped your head into your hands. Staring out into the nightlife of Louisiana you pondered something for a while. Now what’s going on in that head of yours Bucky wondered, studying how your face contorted and shifted as you thought.

“I know you walk to bars to not get drunk when you’re sad. How many other people know that?” you asked after two minutes of quiet thinking.

Bucky continued to admire you for a second longer, trying to figure out a response. It was correct technically, no one else knew that he was here, but still, you didn’t know him. Not in a way that mattered, not really.

“I don’t know you.”

“Y/N. Call me Y/N.” You stuck out your hand proudly and offered him a toothy grin. Laughing slightly at the overly formal gesture, he shook your hand and responded with his own name.

“See, we’re not strangers now.”

“I guess we’re not, Y/N.”

It was embarrassing to admit, but this was probably the most fun Bucky had had since he moved down there. There were the Wilsons of course, but they had family, they had other life problems. It was great to see them, but it was never for too long.

Bucky saw a light flicker in your eyes as he thought quietly. You went to dig through your bag and pull out a pen, missing its cap. Without question, you took his arm and started to scribble down your number.

“Next time you’re sad, call me instead of coming here. I’m much better company,” you winked.

Before Bucky can go to say anything else, a taxi pulled up to where you two sat.

“That’s my ride. Bye, Bucky,” you waved, giving him one last smile for the night before getting situated in the car.

He didn’t know if it was the alcohol messing with your speech, but the way you sang his name made his heart dance inside his chest. You closed the door as he let out a feeble goodbye, head reeling from the pretty girl he just met.

-

Bucky woke up the next morning and stared at his ceiling for a bit. His mind was still buzzing with the thought of the stranger from the previous night. The soft linger of her perfume, the firm grasp she held around his hand. He couldn’t wave that inviting smile out of his thoughts, but he was sure you didn’t even remember his face. Getting up, he grabbed a piece of pen and paper to scribble down your number before he took a shower.

As the cool water ran against his body, he watched the traces of black ink wash down the drain. He debated calling you the entire time he washed his body, going back and forth between absolutely yes and definitely not. Technically, he got your number on the condition that he’d only call when he was sad, but he didn’t want you to view him as only that; helpless and alone.

“Hello?”

Bucky didn’t think that you’d actually pick up. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if you gave him your actual phone number. He didn’t understand why he called, why he had to do it so soon. Alas, he worked up the nerve to punch in the digits and there you were.

“Uh- hi, it’s Bucky, the guy-”

“Well I’ll be damned, how’ve you been? You get any sleep last night?” You talked to him like you had been friends for years, casually catching up with each other. Your voice rang with excitement and true curiosity as you asked. It didn’t bother him that you interrupted, it just meant you were eager to talk.

“Yeah, yeah, I did. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Oh, no problem. I wasn’t going to let the cute guy on the bench suffer alone,” you teased. He could hear the smirk in your voice. He felt his face grow a little warm. He cleared his throat in a fruitless attempt to regain his composure before continuing.

“Oh- uh- thank you,” he blubbered out, shy at the sudden flirtatious advance. In the background, he could hear bustling and movement from your end of the line.

“Is now a bad time?”

“I’m on lunch break. I work at Stella’s, but my shift ends at 5. You can pick me up for dinner then.”

“Oh, that’s- wait what?”

“See you then!” Bucky thought he was going to lose it, he could still hear you grinning ear to ear as you clicked the phone to end the call.

Under normal circumstances, his hands would have gone clammy and he would have gone into panic mode. But, not today. A modest smile sat upon his face as he thought about the prospect of a date. By no means was this what he expected, but he was more than happy to get to talk to someone, someone who really wanted to listen.

I deserve this.

-

Bucky’s mind buzzed as he waited in his car at Stella’s parking lot. You had fifteen more minutes until your shift ended, but he wanted to make sure he was on time. He bounced his leg in anticipation, nervously glancing at the bouquet of flowers he bought for the occasion.

Is this too much? Too old fashioned? Maybe it’s a bit corny. What if she’s allergic to flowers? What if she-

He was jostled out of his aimless thinking by a tapping sound coming from his window. He looked over to see your face, eyes bright with wonder and the same toothy smile that lingered in his memory from the other night. He rolled down his window in response to your knocking.

“Hey, cutie.”

“Hi, Y/N. You’re done early.”

“Slow day,” you explained before making your way to the other side of the car and casually hopping into the passenger side. “Where are we going, Buck?”

He almost went to correct you, to tell you that Buck was reserved for very special persons, but as he looked over, he couldn’t muster the strength. The syllable clicked off your tongue so soothingly, like honey dripping down the side of a tree. It was almost like you were eager to say his name, to feel the way it vibrated in your mouth. He decided he’d let you call him Buck.

Your hair was a bit messy from work, but you managed to find the time to swap your diner uniform for a much more comfortable sundress. It clung to your body in all the right areas and flowed in the most elegant manner.

“Are you always this upfront?” he inquired, still adjusting to your boldness.

Bucky swallowed shyly as you crossed your legs, exposing more of your thigh. They looked smooth, glowing from the heat. You rolled down the window on your side to allow some air into the stuffy car, fanning yourself. Bucky forcefully kept his eyes from your cleavage, only slightly exposed, but still a view to admire. He felt a little guilty thinking about you like that. He didn’t mean to be perverse, he just wanted to know what you were like in your most honest form. What it would be like to trace the lines on your body, to slip that pretty little dress off you and-

“Are you always this nervous around women?” you bluntly asked, noticing his admiring gaze that travelled your body.

“Sorry,” he apologized, looking away, “I haven’t been on a date in a while.” Clearing his throat, he handed you the bundle of flowers situated in his lap. You took it in your hands and gave it a quick sniff. It was a simple bouquet, but sweet nonetheless.

“Who said this was a date?”

He felt his mouth go dry. “Oh, sorry, I just-”

“I’m teasing you,” you giggled. “Start driving, loverboy.” You thought it was cute how easily flustered you made him. Sure, he wasn’t a very expressive man, usually wearing a stoic expression, offering only a slight shift in his facial expressions, but you knew how to rile him up. You were having fun, to say the least.

He let out a small relieved laugh before starting the car back up. He liked the way you joked with him like you were childhood bestfriends. You weren’t two strangers, you were two normal people on a date.

“Can I be honest.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I have no idea where to go, I’m still pretty new here,” he confessed.

“Hmm, I have an idea. You’re going to take a left up here.”

The rest of the ride he followed your instructions without much question. He didn’t know where you were taking him, he just knew he was more than happy to follow. You decided to direct him to the scenic route to your mystery destination. Along the way you pointed out where you scraped your knee while learning to ride a bike. The park where you had your first kiss. The now abandoned coffee place where you had your first break up.

You were an open book to Bucky, indulging him into the crevices of your life. He’d never met someone so telling, so honest in his life. He knew so much about you while still understanding so little. He wondered, maybe did you fall from the sky, or spring from the Earth? Or maybe you were just a person who happened to be special and he was a man lucky to accidentally cross paths with you.

“I’ve been talking this whole ride, tell me about yourself. What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal,” he answered coolly.

“No family? No friends? Do you sit and stare at the wall all day?”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Buck, because you sure are boring as hell,” you coyly mock. He smiled in spite of himself.

“Well,” he trailed off. He wanted you to know him, he wanted to talk to a person who seemed interested in him. Not the Winter Soldier, not Captain America’s best friend, but James Buchanan Barnes. He hadn’t said anything untrue to you, but he felt like hiding himself was like lying to you and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“I have a little sister.” You waited for him to further continue, sticking your hand out the window to feel the breeze between the fingers as he drove. “Rebecca. She’s a sweet kid.”

You realized that was as much as he would indulge you for the moment. “That’s a pretty name.” He could hear you smiling once again. He admired that quirk of yours.

“I moved down here about two weeks ago. I’m friends with the Wilson’s. They’re good people.”

“Ain’t it a small world, I used to babysit for Sarah. I’ve been friends with them ever since. You do anything for work?” you asked, now playing with the petals of the bouquet in your hand.

“I’m a mechanic.” That wasn’t false, so he didn’t mind telling you. He decided to take up work at a local car shop. It didn’t pay much, but it was honest work and his boss mostly let him do his own thing.

“Is that where you got the fancy metal arm from?” Your eyes trace over the gold detailing of his appendage as he used it to grip the steering wheel.

Bucky’s eyes widened. With the heat of Louisiana combined with recent stress, he’d forgotten to wear something that would cover up his metal arm when leaving the house. He quickly shot his eyes to see it gleaming in the sunlight before refocusing on the road.

“Oh, this old thing. You like it?” There was no use in denying it, so he thought he should try to play it off. His face remained nonchalant but panic began to settle in his stomach. She thinks I’m a freak. She thinks it’s weird. Fuck.

“I think it looks handsome on you.”

Bucky could feel his weariness begin to melt away and warmth take its place. It was silly, but he felt like a schoolboy all over again. You were wonder, everything that he wasn’t, everything that he used to be; open, outgoing, and trusting.

“You’re more interesting than you lead on, Bucky. Turn into the next driveway.”

Following your instructions he pulled into a driveway of gravel road. A cute little house appeared, the next one not for another mile. The garden situated in the front was decorated with flowers and fauna of all sorts.

“Is this your house?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“She needs a new coat of paint, but she’s all mine.”

“You don’t know me. Why are you letting me in your house?”

“You’re a friend of the Wilson’s, that’s enough to trust you.”

“You’re insane.”

“And yet you’re still here, Buck. C’mon,” you beckoned him out of the car. For a moment, he stood to admire the view of your house before you took a hold of his hand to pull him along inside. Your skin was soft and warm against his, just like he remembered it from the other night. You arrived at your porch and began to take out your keys.

What am I doing here?

It was a wondrous feeling to be carried along by you, but he couldn’t keep playing pretend. You were too loving to have to deal with his mess. He’d eventually tell you who he was and he’d understood you’d want to run, to never see him again. It was fun while it lasted, but reality settled in at one point or another.

“I think I should go,” he said flatly.

“But we just got here,” you frowned, turning around from the door to face him. “We were going to make some of my homemade bread.”

“You’re very sweet and you’re really pretty, but I come with a lot of baggage.”

“Who said I don’t?”

“It’s-,” he sighed. He wanted to explain everything, to make it make sense. But words were his weakness and he would hate to sadden those curious pair of eyes in front of him. He could tell you the whole truth and you’d be mortified or he could lie and live with the guilt of deceiving you. “It’s complicated.”

You looked down dejectedly at your bouquet, brushing your thumb mindlessly against the stem of the flowers. “Bucky, I know,” you mumbled.

“I don’t think you do.”

“At first I thought it was a coincidence. When I first saw you, I thought your face looked a bit old-fashioned kind of handsome, but some people are like that. I questioned it more when I noticed the metal arm, but some people have prosthetics.”

It was coming. He could feel the rejection about to roll off your tongue. You knew about his past and all the nasty things that came with it. Monster. Liar. Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you lead me on? Don’t talk to me. Please leave, I’m scared. His heart sunk to the pit of his stomach as he awaited for you to finish the final blow.

“Then you said you were friends with the Wilson’s and I knew. You’re Sergeant James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. I know I’m not much like the woman of the 40s and I’m just a small town girl and you’re a hero-”

“You think I’m a hero?” Out of all the endings to this conversation that was not the one he was prepared for. Him? A hero? He never thought of himself that way and he couldn’t even fathom someone thinking that about him.

“I’m friends with the Wilson’s, Sam’s told me a lot about you. You’ve saved so many lives, you’ve lived such a fascinating life. Hell, I wouldn’t have summoned the courage to walk up to you if I knew you were some big shot,” you laughed lightly. It was strange to be talking to a piece of history, a man you’ve heard so much about but never seen in the flesh. “But, in the short time I’ve known you, you seem like a real sweet guy. Who the hell even brings flowers to dates anymore? That’s adorable.”

This was a lot of new information to process at once for the both of you. Bucky now knew you knew. You had only realized who he was ten minutes ago. It was a lot to say the least. By this time, he would have expected to have been driving home after a well earned scolding. What the hell was happening? And more importantly, was that all you knew.

“Then you know about the Winter Soldier?” He held his breath awaiting your response.

You replied with a silent nod, looking up from your collection of flowers and into his troubled blue eyes. You’d never felt so small than in that moment. You wouldn’t have dragged him around town if you would’ve known who he was. Who were you? Just some small town girl pestering the life out of this poor man who was too nice to say no. You were way in over your head, you knew it once you realized, but he was just too endearing to let slip away.

Bucky clung onto every word you’d spoken, he seemed to listen to every sound you made intently. He genuinely cared about what you had to say. Sure, he had his walls up, but he was gentle underneath. The way his face softened when he spoke of his sister and the Wilson’s was enough to make a frozen heart thaw.

“And that doesn’t bother you?” His voice was even, but his thoughts were scrambling all over the place.

“I just invited you into my house as a single woman who lives in bumble-fuck nowhere, so I’d say no, it doesn’t bother me. You’re Bucky, not him.”

He let out a small laugh, relief entering his body.

“If you’re still up for it, I have lemonade inside too,” you offered quietly, a hopeful smile on your face.

It’d be a lot easier to say no, to go back home. It’d be a lot less risky to just turn around and forget the past few hours. But it’d be so much more lonely. He could return to the cold floor of his house and spend many more restless nights in his lonesome.

Or, he could try something new. Something that was tender and wore vanilla perfume. Something that spoke fervently and had every type of flower springing out of her front yard. Someone with warm hands and the prettiest smile he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.

I deserve this.

“That sounds nice,” he smiled shyly.

“Good,” you grinned back. You pushed open your door and took him by the hand to lead him into the house.

Bucky was an awful baker, but he had the spirit. Flour would always end up more on his clothing than into the pan. He seemed to knead the dough as if he were attacking it and he didn’t really understand what yeast was. But he was the perfect baking partner. He’d see you work and would nod intently with deep focus as you mixed together the ingredients. He was eager to make the lemonade (by making that meant him cutting the lemons and measuring the amount of sugar needed with his heart) and was the perfect taste tester.

“This is the best bread I’ve ever tasted. You’ve really outdone yourself with this one, Buck.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Maybe.” You couldn’t hold back your smile. Through the many trials and tribulations, you managed to make some alright food. The bread was mediocre at best, but you had never had so much fun making it.

Liking you came so easy to Bucky. He liked the way you lilted his name and how gentle your eyes were. He’d only known you for less than 24 hours, but already felt like he was safe with you. For the rest of the date, he couldn’t shake that warm feeling that gathered inside his chest every time you smiled at him.

Maybe this wasn’t how he imagined his relationship would start, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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AN: Thank you so much to anon for the submission omg I love when I get requests. I hope this lives up to your expectations <3. I got a LOT of domestic!bucky requests so be ready for more of those. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day

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There was an idea… to bring together a group of remarkable people. To make them work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 》𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

pairing 》 bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary 》 bucky comes home from a mission after being away for a while.

warnings 》 mentions of case details, I don't think there's any others

word count 》 1,119

a/n 》 I thought of this idea and I haven't written in a long time. I really hope you all like it! thoughts are always appreciated 💗 if anyone needs anything my dms are always open :)

Bucky Barnes was a snuggler, there was no other way to put it. He always wanted to cuddle, in the morning, at night, during the day. Every minute of every day Bucky wanted to cuddle and there was nothing more adorable than his puppy eyes when he was asking for a cuddle.

Bucky had been on a long mission. It originally was only meant to be for a few days but things went wrong and it had been going on for way too long in his opinion. It had been almost a month since he’d last seen you, last felt you in his arms, felt your heartbeat. He needed to be with you and the whole ride back to the compound all he could think about was finally being back in your arms.

When he arrived back it was early in the morning, he knew your work schedule so he knew you weren’t working and he was hoping that you were still sleeping soundly in your shared bed. He’d never run so fast when the jet landed, the thought of you finally being back in his arms making him run faster than he ever has before.

When he arrived at the door to your shared room, he carefully unlocked it, almost sneaking into the room so if you were asleep he didn’t wake you. The apartment was quiet, the only thing that could be heard were the soft snores coming from your room. Bucky smiled to himself when he heard you sleeping, he loved the peace and quiet and how beautiful you looked when you smiled in your sleep.

He tiptoed into your room, thanking the lord for the shower he took on the jet on the way back. He carefully took off all of his clothes, being careful with his tactical jacket not to be too loud. He pulled the covers back, climbing in next to you. His arms instantly wrapped around you, sighing in relief when he could feel your heartbeat. You smiled so widely, turning his arms and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re back” You whisper softly, your throat still a little dry from being asleep.

“I am! I’m sorry for waking you” He replies, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I told you I want you to wake me up when you get back if i’m asleep, I’ve missed you my love” You smiled, burying your head into the crook of his neck, trying to get impossibly closer to him.

“I’ve missed you too doll” He smiles, snuggling into you.

You both stayed like this for what felt like hours, luckily you didn’t have to work so you could spend the day with Bucky just relaxing and doing some odd jobs around the place. You both eventually got up, deciding to go out for a walk and to get some breakfast from your favourite place.

As much as you didn’t want to leave Bucky’s arms, the excitement of getting your favourite food and going for a walk in your favorite place gave you the motivation to get up. Seeing the smile on Bucky’s face when you asked if he wanted to go warmed your heart. He truly deserved all the happiness in the world.

The walk to the small café where you and Bucky usually go for breakfast was a beautiful one. The air had a cold freshness to it, Bucky’s hand in yours and the beautiful sound of the chirping birds making your smile impossibly wider. The café had a beautiful view of the parks lake, the different kinds of wildlife making an appearance just as you were seated in your favourite spot, a corner directly by the window allowing you to look at the clear, shining lake just outside. It wasn’t very busy, only a few older couples sat scattered around the place all engaged in conversations of their own.

Bucky couldn’t help but admire the happiness radiating from you, the smile you gave him every so often making his heart flutter. His grip tightened on your hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he offered you a smile in return. You ordered your favourite, the waffles from this café were the best you’d ever had and the strawberries were so fresh and delicious plus the added bonus of chocolate in the morning made everything better. Bucky got his usual pancakes with blueberries and syrup. He could never forget the first time you took him to this place, it was your fourth date and you decided you wanted to show him your favourite place and boy was he thankful you did.

The conversation flowed between the two of you effortlessly like usual, he told you some things about the mission, only the bare details but it was all you needed to know. You told him what you’d been up whilst he was gone and all the things you planned to do now he was home.

After breakfast that you’d eaten way too much of, Bucky decided a nice walk around the lake would be the perfect idea. You both walked hand in hand, you snuggled into his side as you admired the lake and views in front of you. All the stress you may have felt before about Bucky on his mission or about work just disappeared the minute Bucky came home. When you could see him okay and unhurt, the biggest relief washes over you.

The walk home was just as beautiful as the walk there, you even found a huge pile of leaves that Bucky couldn’t help but jump in, dragging you along with him in fits of giggles.

When you arrived home you couldn’t wait to start the movie day you had planned for you both. You took the liberty of getting all of Bucky’s favourite snacks and drinks ready to binge watch movies he was trying to make his way through on his list of movies.

You created the perfect blanket bed on the couch, moving all of the pillows, duvets and blankets you could find, making Bucky chuckle when you tried to carry them all in your tiny arms. You set them all up with the help of Bucky of course. You jumped into Bucky’s arms the minute he sat down, snuggling into him as you wrapped the blankets around you both. Bucky started the movie, holding you safely in his arms as placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you doll” He whispers softly as you smile impossibly wider up at him.

“I love you too baby” You reply, kissing him back sweetly.

There was no place you’d rather be.

Right, you’ve got two choices, Michael: you fuck off to America with Arthur, join the Apaches, or you marry the girl.

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | 1x03 POWER BROKER - requested by anon