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My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

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“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

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Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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A Sort of Resurrection

Warning: Death

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*Your POV*

Running. Running until your legs felt like they were on fire. Running to the brink of exhaustion. Running in a desperate attempt to reach safety in time. You felt one hit your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. Gritting your teeth, you kept running towards safety.

You had been given the task of making sure all of the enemy agents had been wiped out of the base, before returning to the Quinjet and rejoining the group. You were originally paired up with Tony, but he had to leave to go and help the others. It was all going well, until you realised that you had run out of bullets and there was still about 10 enemy agents left. You knew that your hand-to-hand combat wasn’t up to scratch, so you decided to run back instead of facing certain death.

You could see the rest of the team in the distance, yelling at you to hurry up and run faster. You pushed your legs as hard as you could, until you didn’t even think about making yourself run. A surge of energy went through you and you were almost at the jet, when you heard a single gunshot from behind you, making you freeze. You looked down at you previously white shirt, now with a crimson colour seeping through from your back.

Your vision started to blur, and you collapsed on the ground, your head pounding and your breathing slowing rapidly. You heard the shouts of your team and saw their blurry figures running towards you, reaching you in mere seconds. You felt someone lift your head up and rest it on their lap, the others crowding around you with tears in their eyes.

You smiled at them all gently, before your eyes shut, your head rolling to the side, your chest ceased to rise and you were enveloped by darkness, the sound of sobbing being the last thing you hear.

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Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself in an empty, dimly lit room.

“Hello?” You called out. “Is anybody here?” Your voice echoed around the room, but there was no reply. You wandered around, looking for any possible exit, when the wall shimmered and a door appeared on the opposite side of the room.

You cautiously made you way over to it, gripping the cold handle and slowly pulling it open. You looked through the door and saw some sort of swirling grey-blue vortex. You stuck your hand through it, pulling it back towards you when it disappeared from sight. You glanced around the room again to see if there were any other exits, but this seemed to be the only one.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and stepped into the vortex.

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You woke up to the distant sound of yelling and you blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to the light. You slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position and looked around. You recognised your surroundings; you were in the end section of the medical bay, which was more commonly used as the morgue. It was deserted and you turned so that your legs were dangling off the side of the bed. You slowly stood up, flinching slightly as your feet touched the cold floor, using the bed as a support and tentatively took a few steps forwards.

After a few more steps holding onto the bed, you gently released your grip and made your way to the door, deciding to go to your room and put on some socks before you went to find out what the argument was about.

As you made your way towards your room, you were surprised to find that the usually busy corridors were empty. You went into your room and grabbed your fluffy socks and put a hoodie on over your sleeveless top. You brushed your hair a bit, before you were satisfied and decided to make your way to the source of the argument.

As you got closer to the common room, you could hear multiple voices shouting, insults and accusations being thrown around. When you were just down the hall, you could clearly hear what the argument was about.

“IT’S YOUR FAULT STARK! YOU LEFT HER WITH NO BACKUP!”

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT SHE RAN OUT OF BULLETS! SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE OTHERWISE!” You heard other voices adding in reasons why the others were to blame, when you realised what they were arguing about. You. Specifically, your death.

You quietly padded your way down the rest of the corridor and peered into the room. You were greeted with the sight of the rest of the team with bloodshot eyes and looks of pure hatred present on their faces. They were standing opposite each other, shouting right in the faces of the person opposite them.

You coughed, trying to get their attention, but they weren’t listening, they were too caught up in shouting. You tried again, but to no avail. You sighed and rolled your eyes and cleared your throat, before taking a deep breath.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” You yelled as loud as you could. Everyone’s heads snapped towards you and their mouths dropped open.

“Y-Y/N?” Steve asked quietly in disbelief.

“The one and only.” You replied with a smile. There was a stunned silence, everyone staring at you like you were a multicoloured unicorn with a rare Pokémon on your head.

“Wow guys, I’m really feeling the love here.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Suddenly, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug from a crying red-head, shocking you slightly, before you hugged her back just as tightly.

“We- We thought you were dead!” She said in between sobs.

“So did I.” You mumbled. Suddenly she pulled away and smacked you on the arm.

“Hey! What was that for?” You pouted, rubbing your arm.

“Don’t you ever do that to me ever again, got it?” You nodded before looking around at the others who were all staring at you with a mixture of confusion and happiness in their eyes. You just smiled and opened you arms for a group hug, breaking the spell.

They all ran towards you and you were pulled into a massive group hug of crying superheroes, the argument long forgotten. You sighed happily, a few tears of your own sliding down your face, and you wrapped your arms around the closest person to you, who happened to be the usually emotionless archer. When you were finally released, you wiped your tears off your face and smiled.

“So then, who’s up for some Shawarma?