Am I Enough Epilogue

Am I Enough Epilogue

Bucky X Reader

A/N: This is the end we are coming in for the close. Thank you all for reading this for every comment and like and reblog thank you so much. I hope you enjoy.

3 Months Later

It was late in the evening when you stepped off the plane. You were ridiculously tired considering you hadn’t slept on the plane ride home and had gotten up what you guessed was early morning London time.

You were more than ready to be home and ready for your bed. You had extended your trip by a whole month wanting to visit some of the seasonal events that you would have otherwise missed. It had been worth it and you had the pictures, souvenirs, and stories to prove it.

You were focused on your phone trying to figure out who could be picking you up. Stark wouldn’t tell you but you had been adamant that the whole team did not have to come to get you. Especially because of the time you landed.

Clearing through the security gate you looked up to find only a single member standing with a sign stating: IN SEARCH OF A WOMAN REALLY NEEDING AN AMERICAN HAMBURGER!

The laugh that escaped you was half from joy from being back and half exhaustion. You raced toward him and barely giving him enough time flung yourself into his arms. His quickly clamped around you pulling you as close as he could to himself. You take a deep breath taking the scent that was so Bucky and was so comforting to you.

“I missed you, Doll,” He says into your hair not wanting to let you go.

“I missed you too. I had so much fun but I’m glad to be home.” You nod into his shoulder just as equally not willing to separate.

“You must be exhausted, why don’t we get your jet-lagged butt home to some sleep.” He carefully lowered you to the ground. Drawing back only far enough to look at him, you peer at his face wondering just how much a man could change in 3 months. He seemed tired but also relieved, he had grown out his beard causing you to reach a hand up to run your fingers through it.

“What is this? You couldn’t go three months without turning full hermit.” He chuckles while leaning into your hand slightly.

“Nah, just going for a new look. Apparently, it makes me look very mature.”

“Oh is that what it does?” Noticing how much lighter he looks as if a heavy burden has been lifted from his shoulders. You smile slightly and finally take a step back from him. “More like a girl’s walking wet dream.” He nods enthusiastically and reaches for your carry on, you quickly collect your other bags and head to the exit.

The ride home is a quiet and comfortable silence. When you exit the elevator into the common room you are surprised by the rest of the team standing there with a WELCOME HOME sign. You can’t help the tears that form though when asked you blame the jet lag. You go to each of your friends and give them nice warm hugs. Sam gives you a kiss on the cheek as well and you follow it up with one of your own. You had to admit he was one person, that you had greatly missed hanging out within your time away.

The group quickly separated after that each seeing you quickly fading from being up so long. With couple more hugs, kisses, glad-your-backs you headed into your room for a peaceful nights rest. Your room was exactly like you left it just a little cleaner. Shedding all your clothes you quickly slip into some PJs too tired to even consider a shower at the moment. You were out like a light as soon as your head hit the pillow.

The smell of bacon woke you the next morning, softly calling to you from the kitchen. It was one of the best ways to wake up. You quickly jump in the shower to wash off the grime of the plane and quickly dressed. You quickly grabbed your bag of goodies and heading out you could hear the quiet noise that you had somehow forgotten yet missed all at the same time.

Sprawled around the room was the group, Clint was in the kitchen whipping up some breakfast. To your surprise, Bucky was there as well manning the grill and flipping what looked like french toast. The smell alone drew you in making you drift closer to see what the spread would be.

When you get to the island counter you perch on one of the bar stools and gaze over. It was a giant buffet, from yogurt to fresh fruit, muffins and of course, bacon. It all made your mouth water. Steve leans over to you catching you staring at the food.

“He started going back to therapy after you left. To all of our surprise, he became fast friends with Clint. Taught him how to cook.” You raised an eyebrow at that. “Yep, he is doing a lot better than when you left heck, even better than when he stopped the first time.”

You smile at that glad that Bucky seemed to be finding his way. Bucky finally looked up from his station to see you glancing at him, he sends you a small smile and continues to flip.

“Good Morning, (Y/N).” Clint waves from his spot in the kitchen. “Go get comfy it’s going to be maybe 5 more minutes before breakfast is completely ready.”

You wander over to the group on the couches finding a seat next to Sam. He wraps a hand around your shoulders pulling you into him.

“So Miss Adventure tell us about your trip.” They all nod in agreement.

You began your storytelling them about all the places you had seen and the friends you had made. As you went you pulled out the souvenirs that came from that country. They oohed and aahed each grateful for the gifts, there did seem though to be a lack of gifts for Bucky though. Shifting to the table to eat when breakfast was ready and you continued. By the time you were all done eating all the gifts had been passed out and they were telling you about their own journeys while you were gone.

Everyone separated to go do their own thing, most having paperwork or training still to do for the day. Bucky remained sitting while the others filed out.

“Don’t move, alright?” You tell him getting up quickly to go back to your room. Grabbing one more bag you head back.

For some reason, you felt nervous, even though you knew Bucky, but you didn’t know how he would react to this. The two had left things on weird unspoken terms, they weren’t exactly bad terms but they definitely weren’t great. You did have to talk and you had a feeling that this is what would lead to that talk.

“I made this for you over the course of my trip. I… I … I mean it's nothing much and I’m kind of wishing I had gotten you something else as well.” Debating actually giving it to him you start pulling away. “Ok, now that I am giving it to you it’s dumb.”

He stops you quickly pulling the bag from you. “Stop, I’m sure if you thought of me while downing it, it will be perfect.”

He carefully pulls out a leather journal, the cover is embossed with an outline of the world and his initials right under that. When he opened it up he found a short message on the inside cover.

To Bucky,

This is for you it's all my thoughts and feelings throughout this trip. Most of all it’s all the moments that I wish I could share with you and maybe one day we can.

Love (Y/N)

Each part starts with the name of the place and the dates you were there. Next comes the postcards, each of the best sights and things you had witnessed. When he flipped them over there were the words you had written as if you had actually meant to send it to him. Some were joyful and excited. Others only a few words were written and he could see the tear stains that smudged the words. He spent the next moments drinking it all in following you on your journey. He teared up in places and chuckled at others. About halfway through he stopped and looked up at you. Taking in the blush that covered your face, eyes that shone brightly at unshed tears, uncertainty written on whether this had been a good or bad idea.

He set the book aside and leaned in close, never once breaking eye contact with you until your lips hovered over each other.

5 years later

It was a calm day nothing really happening. You woke up to the sheets beside you empty, but still warm. You quickly sit up unsure of where your companion had gone. You don’t hear anything but as you gaze back to the spot that he was previously in you spot a letter.

Picking it up you find your first initial on it, carefully opening it. There is no real occasion for this, it's not a birthday or an anniversary as far as you know. You pull out a simple card. A heart wreath on the front. You open it with a smile already spreading over your face.

Doll,

I know you're probably confused about this but today marks a special day for us. Mostly for me. 5 years ago you came back from your adventure of a lifetime. You gave me the best gift a guy like me could ask for. You gave me hope and a future. You forgave what was unforgivable.

We have had our highs and lows, and there is no one I would rather go through it than with you. That day you had asked me a very important question something that could very well change the outcome of our future.

That day you asked me “Am I Enough?” and I knew exactly what I should say. I told you then and I made sure you knew the day you finally became my wife and I will remind you for the rest of eternity.

You are more than enough. And my everything.

Now stay put so I can bring you breakfast and prove it to you,

Yours eternally,

Bucky.    

PS You still need to make up for kissing Sam. I mean really Pigeon Brain?!

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Masterlist

My attempt at a Masterlist not pretty but until I figure that part out here is what I got. ENJOY!!

SHORT STORIES

Worst Day Ever

Belated Birthday

My Girl

Why Just Why

What’s Mine is Yours

SERIES

I’ll Be Here Series 

Steve X Reader

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

Epilogue

Am I Enough Series 

Bucky X Reader

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

PT 4

PT 5

PT 6

PT 7

PT 8

PT 9

PT 10

PT 11

PT 12

PT 13

PT 14

PT 15

PT 16

PT17

PT 18

PT 19

PT 20

Epilogue

Start of Something New 

Bucky X Reader

Prologue

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

PT4

PT 5

PT 6 

PT 7

Mission Gone Wrong

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

What’s Mine is Yours

Bucky X Reader

Summary: This is based on the song “What’s Mine is Yours” by Kane Brown. I really loved this song and I hope you enjoy this fic. 

It was just another day, rather routine, and to him, it was becoming the norm. Bucky rolled out of bed, preparing for his run with Steve. He didn't have to worry about being quiet as you were out of town visiting family. A small twang went through him at not being able to kiss you good morning, something he was quite fond of now.

The run was fast and focused, the usual banter that was passed was now met with silence as Bucky set a grueling pace for himself. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, but he was trying to distract himself from your absence. It really didn't work all that well, especially when it ended with Sam just complaining more about ‘stupid super soldiers’.

His shirt was plastered to his chest when he entered his room. Usually, as long as you were awake, you would cat call him, letting him know just how hot you found him. He chuckled, hearing your voice as he pulls his shirt off, getting ready to shower.

Emerging he reaches for a towel only to find your bra hanging on the hook. The towels have fallen to the floor, grumbling he dries off and steps out going to the sink. He finds your makeup and hair things spread all over his counter seeming to take up every inch of space. How one person could have so much is beyond him, especially when you took a bunch with you on your trip. What made it more astounding was that this was his room. You had your own just down the hall.  He should be frustrated at the mess but instead, he finds a smile forming on in face instead. You have somehow managed to worm your way into his life and into his heart as well.

After dressing, he heads to the kitchen to start breakfast. He starts cracking eggs and putting the coffee pot to boil, the bread in the toaster. When the toaster pops he carefully removes a slice before putting it down again to toast a little longer. He pauses as he goes to place it on the plate realizing that he was preparing it just the way you liked it. This seemed to be a reoccurring thing the first day after you leave, he just automatically starts doing things and realizing that he didn’t need to. It was either, him being very intuned with how you worked or as Clint and Sam would put it, he was whipped. He really didn’t care what they thought, he was sure though that you put a smile on his face and he wouldn’t give up a single moment of it.

He could hear your key sliding into the lock. His back tensed as he waited for the moment you would finally open the door and see him. Sweat formed on his brow as you finally released your bag, calling out to him. He didn’t reply but as you throw your shoes off. You finally rounded the corner. He met your eyes and his heart started to fill and exploded with feelings. He had set up the room perfectly, candles arranged on almost every surface. Flowers were in a vase next to him along with a bottle of champagne. He could tell you were taking it all in and couldn’t find any words based on the slight quirk in your eyebrow. He decided he would do all the talking for the moment.

He lowered himself to one knee.

Take this ring

Forever now

'Til death do us apart

And take this vow

What's mine is yours

Every breathe I take, every choice I make

It might sound crazy

All my pain, washed away, in the blink of an eye

What's mine is yours

Every breathe I take, every choice I make

It might sound crazy

All my pain, washed away, in the blink of an eye

Yeah, you saved me

You got all of me and I don't need it anymore

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Start of Something New PT 7

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: usual self-depreciation, awesome friendness (that's totally a word) 

A/N: Hello All! Yes, I did actually complete 2 chapters this week hopefully I can keep this up! As always comments and even likes are appreciated. 

Everyone was finally seated at the table, drinks were served and food placed around to be passed, backups at the ready. Everyone was chatting until Tony stood up from his seat at the end opposite from Steve.

“Alright, people we may want to start with a prayer cause I heard one of our resident assassins cooked the meal.” He clapped his hands.

Sam chuckles and offered up, “It’s okay (Y/N) helped and I watched as we should be good.”

“Well, if I die it’s on you.” He sits down again.

With that dishes are pulled from the center and are passed around. There is a quiet chatter and praise from the smells. When the group begins to eat there is another round of praise. You are sitting next to Bucky and Wanda, for once you don’t feel a blush gracing your face. You had spent so much time talking with him you slipped back into the conversation from earlier.

Wanda nudges you gently, “Thank you for this fabulous meal it is perfect like usual.”

You nod but lean back to let Bucky into the conversation. “Well it wasn’t all me I had help and he did most of the work.”

He shakes his head denying that statement. “Hardly, I just followed your instructions. It was all you, do..” He cut himself realizing what he was about to say.

You cock your head trying to figure out what he was going to say. “Either way, thank you both for making the meal this evening it is delightful.” Bucky nods once again before going back to his food.

Steve strikes up a conversation with Bucky. “So did you learn anything from cooking with (Y/N)?”

Bucky nods, he had learned a lot especially little tricks that made things easier when cooking. He had found it mesmerizing the way you controlled the kitchen and the ingredients, seemingly making them bend to your will to create the perfect dish.

“I did learn some things, but mostly that I will never be as good a cook as (Y/N), she is a force to be reconned with. Especially with a knife, right training she could be better than most agents, with the knife control she possesses.” The group nods their heads and you see the wheels turning actually taking the statement seriously.

“Oh no, no whatever you people are thinking the answer is no.” You wave your hands to clear that idea away, shaking your head as well. “Nope, double nope.”

“Oh come on it’s not a bad idea,” Natasha says leaning to the side looking at you. “I mean you do live here what if something happened. You need to be able to protect yourself.”

“That’s what you people are for. That is one reason I moved here. I mean I don’t just keep you guy around for your looks. I mean you are here solely to protect me. Didn’t you get the memo.” You try to joke hopefully making them shift the conversation.

“Yeah well, what happens if we are all gone?” Sam says.

“That is why I have attack cats.” The group just looks at you, not sure if they should be laughing or not. “Yeah that’s right I have attack cats kind of like ninja cats. They will claw your eyes out.”

“I’m just going to ignore that though Skipper could probably just sit on someone and immobilize them,” Tony says actually thinking about it. “Regardless, this is a good idea, we should train you in self-defense.”

“Here let me say this again maybe a little slower though because it can be a hard word to understand. NNNNOOOOOOOO!” A scowl crosses your face that says that you are done talking about this. You turn to Bucky again to find a confused look on his face. “So would you like to do this again?”

It takes him a moment to respond before he nods his head. “If that is all I’ll let you digest my answer I’m going to call it an early night.” You get up and take your plate to the kitchen. With that, you head to your room.  

You felt stupid letting your emotions carry you like that. It wasn’t that it was a terrible idea it was more the things that came with that idea. With going to the gym came the questions and comments on how you could do so much better. ‘Why don’t you go on a diet?’ ‘You shouldn’t eat that it does nothing good for you.’ Not to mention the outfits you had to wear. It was either the skin-tight leggings that showed off every bump and roll or the sweatpants and baggy shirts that made you look even bigger. You were a have to lose weight before you go to the gym kind of person. Worse yet the thought of Bucky seeing you in said outfits; there were no-win scenarios for you.   

The next day at work went as expected, you were a little sluggish after last night. You weren’t quite sure how to handle the situation from last night. You were trapped in your own thoughts when Richard strolled up to your counter. He leaned over and paused not getting his usual greeting from you. He took his hand and waved it in front of you, attempting to get your attention. You finally blink and make eye contact with him.

“Hey, there you are sweet thing. Something bothering you?” The concern evident in his tone.

“No.. yeah,” you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, I’m just not sure how to handle it.” You let go of a giant sigh.

“What’s the issue? Maybe we can figure it out together.”

You take a deep breath. “So last night Bucky and I made dinner.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “No not what you think he wanted to learn how to cook.” Richard’s eyebrow lifts higher before he sighs and shakes his head at you letting go of whatever he was about to say. “So we made dinner and we are all sitting down and Bucky comments that I have great knife skills. Well, apparently their minds all connect this to that I need to start taking self-defense classes because in a building full of agents there could be a moment where there is no one here.” You look at Richard and see the exact same look the others had, that oh-that’s-a-good-idea look. You throw up your hands. “No, not you too. I am not taking lessons. This is my issue now I’m reacting the same way I did last night and I know I’m overreacting but still, I do have a say on what I will and will not do.” He didn’t seem to be letting the idea go either. “Oh please don’t do this to me can’t one of you respect my wishes. I would hate to have to find another place to work.”

That seems to shake him into focus. He looks at you seeing a distressed woman that very well could leave just because of not wanting to go to the gym.  He looks around seeing that the cafeteria was mostly empty. Looking toward the grill guy signaling to watch your station. He drags you over to a table in the back. Sitting you down facing the wall so you wouldn’t get distracted.

“Alright, so tell me why you don’t want to go to take lessons.” He grabs your hand that is twisting in your other hand, halting all movement.

“Its everything I mean, I already work like 12 hours days, not that I hate it but still. Then I would have to find time to do that, then go through my days sore and tired. Plus I have to work out with the Avengers. I don’t think that some people are mere mortals and can’t keep up with them.” you know you're rambling but you can’t seem to stop. “Then I’d have to find things to wear, which I don’t own a lot of.”

Richard squeezes your hand making you stop and look at him. “Hey, I get it going back to working out especially after a long while can be rather difficult and so is finding the time.” He begins to rub your hand. “You do have a point I think they do forget that not all of us are as strong as them. What I am hearing from you though is that you have no real reason to not do this. So what I want to know is why you are so scared of doing this.”

“I told you…” You protest.

“No, what you did was give me trivial things that can be fixed easily.” He denies. You look around trying to find a way out. Maybe there was a line that you could help with. Richard snaps his fingers drawing you back to him. “Everything is good there, stop trying to avoid the situation. You complain, but I can’t help you until you tell me what is really going on?”

You shift your eyes around before finally giving in. “I just…. I’m the kind of person that needs to lose weight before they go to the gym. Mostly I’m scared of doing it. It’s the looks and the “advise” that everyone throws me. I mean you see me I’m not exactly small, add that to the gym and I look like a whale in spandex. Not a picture most want to see. I get comments while I’m wearing my uniform, I don’t even want to imagine while wearing gym clothes.” Looking down at the table, you are too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. It’s not that he would say anything mean or even try to hurt your feelings it’s more that you were so weak in this area. “I don’t expect you to fully understand but things are always different when you are big. There seems to be a double standard for people like me. I try to eat a cookie and watch a movie, and it’s ‘you should cut cookies out of your diet that will help with the weight’ but if a thin person does it it’s ‘man that cookie looks good, you deserve to relax and a treat’. I go to the gym and I get looks like maybe if you had tried harder before you wouldn’t have to be here looking like that. It’s hard to stay motivated when you’re a walking what-not-to-do poster. So I don’t try, not anymore.” The shame of admitting that out loud coursed through you. All you really wanted to do was run away and maybe go die in a corner for being so petty and self-centered.

Feeling fingers under your chin you allow them to move your head to meet Richard’s gaze. He had tears in his eyes, not at all what you were expecting. The hand that was previously rubbing yours was now holding it firmly, and you were gripping it back just as fiercely. He pulled you into him wrapping you up in his arms as you felt a few tears drop. You clung to him, taking all the strength that he offered.   

“It’s okay to feel this way. It doesn't make you any weaker. Emotion is a good thing.” He rubs your back hoping to sooth your cries. “You’re right I don’t understand how that feels, I have been blessed with this gorgeousness my whole life.” He preens a bit at this causing you to chuckle and pull away.

You wipe the few tears left on your cheeks. “Yes, I’m sure you were.”

“There she is, I’m so sorry that you were ever made to feel this way, you are perfect the way you are and don’t you ever change for anyone you got that. I do think though that the lessons are a good idea. As a just in case.”  You open your mouth to protest slightly. “How about just me and you, I can reserve a room so that no one else will come in. Until your comfortable in your ability and how you look.”

When he pauses you give him a look thinking it over. “Man you know just what to say to make me feel better. I’m mean it may be like a century and a half until I’m comfortable with how I look but, okay, we will try it your way, but not everyday alright?” He nods, standing up he goes for one more hug. “You’re too perfect. Why are all the good ones married?”

“Just my burden to bear. Someone has to do it.” He gives a dramatic sigh, to which you roll your eyes.

“Do think your wife would mind sharing you? You might be the only man for me.”

“We both know that’s not true. You seem to have a thing for a certain blue-eyed bad boy. I will check with the wife though who knows. I can’t just keep this perfection that is myself to just her, so greedy that one.” Both of you laugh at that before you turn back to the counter feeling lighter than you had in a while.

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