Imagine 57: Bucky
A/N: dedicated to @superwholockfurry thank you so much for reading and commenting, they make my day <3
When Bucky told me he had to go on another mission, I wanted to be happy for him, I really did; but how could I? This was the third time this month Bucky needed to go on a mission, and I was getting worried.
"What if one of these days you don't come back, James?" I sniffled quietly, trying my absolute hardest not to cry. Bucky sighed, pulling me into his arms.
"Hey, hey... c'mon, doll, I'll come back. I promise you." He hushed me, keeping me close to his body. I whimpered, clutching his arms. After composing myself, I asked the same dreaded question I had to every time.
"How long?" I mumbled, biting my lip in anticipation.
Bucky sighed, stroking my hair. "One month."
I broke down, unable to even stand on my feet. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my red cheeks. Bucky scooped me up, holding me to his chest. In honesty, the pain he felt now, as I cried, was a million times worse than when he had fallen off that train. For Bucky, seeing my cry was something he never wanted. Yet here I was.
Now, tears of his own began blur his sight, but he quickly wiped them away.
"Hey, listen. I swear to you I'll come back." Bucky paused, sighing at my frail body that was so desperately clutching to his shoulders.
Once I sniffled again and looked up, he continued.
"Because I love you so much, doll, I really do."
This made me smile softly, leaning against Bucky's chest as my cries diminished.
"I know. I love you just as much." I admitted, drawing light circles on my boyfriend's bicep.
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That was seven months ago. Now, I sat at my table, swirling my cold coffee around with a spoon. Tears dared to spill out, but that had been normal for the past six months. When Steve showed up at my door, crying, I knew immediately Bucky was either dead or missing. Thankfully, it wasn't the latter. Steve had informed me Bucky was missing. Natasha and the other Agent's returned home perfectly safe, while my boyfriend was out missing; possibly captured by HYDRA. And this only added my depressed state.
I had asked Steve to come over today. I was really upset and I know he was too; of course, Mr. America just wouldn't show it. Steve easily complied and informed me he was on his way. A knock sounded at my door, causing me to stand open it. I smiled at my good friend, pulling him into a hug.
"Come on in, you can have coffee or whatever you want. You know where it is." I chuckled half-heartedly, grabbing my own mug of coffee and sipping it.
Steve smiled and lightly patted my back, walking into the kitchen. "What did you have planned for us?"
"Nothing, actually." I admitted meekly. "I just needed some company, and... I know you do too."
Steve smiled sadly, grabbing a water bottle from my fridge. We sat together on my couch in silence, lost in our thoughts.
"Steve...?" I whispered, staring straight ahead, my eyes emotionless. "Do you think he's gonna come home?"
Steve sighed, draping an arm around me for comfort. "I don't know. We can only hope, for now."
I sighed to myself; though it wasn't the answer I wanted, I knew it was the truth. Finally, I let out a breath, tears falling down my cheeks.
"It's not fair." I cried softly. "He's a good guy. Bucky doesn't deserve this, he deserve's to be happy."
I looked to Steve with teary, pleading eyes. Steve was crying too; and I didn't blame him.
"Bucky was always there for me... always scaring off the punks who beat me up, trying to set me up with pretty girls... I wasn't there for him. I was never able to save him or help him with anything." Steve admitted.
I clutched Steve's hand, squeezing it. "C'mon, Steve. Bucky has told me a billion times how much you did for him, and specifically said you'd think nothing of it."
Steve laughed, rolling his. "Well, he wouldn't shut up about you."
I laughed loudly, for the first time in what seemed like forever. Steve and I stayed on that couch for the rest of the evening, talking about our favorite memories with Bucky; it seemed that was all we were able to talk about.
In the midst of all our stories, Steve's phone rang. He quizzically looked at me before answering the number, eyes widening, a huge smile breaking out on his face.
Once Steve had hung up, I was pulled to my feet and spun around.
"He's home!!" Steve yelled incredulously, a laugh interrupting his sentence. Steve continued to laugh, and soon, I joined in. We laughed in each others arms, crying happily. Soon, we broke apart, rushing off to SHIELD to see Bucky.
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The drive was silent, which was unusual in our situation. Normally, I'd be chatting up a storm about how so ungodly happy I was; but this time, I couldn't utter a word. I just bounced my knee nervously, unbelievably excited to see my, living, mind you, boyfriend.
As soon as Steve had parked the car, I bounded out of the door, racing inside. I stumbled into Fury, smiling nervously.
"Where?" I breathed, gripping his sleeve. Fury laughed, leading me down the hall.
As we walked, Fury decided to start a small conversation, obviously sensing my excitement.
"I'm surprised we haven't met before. Director Fury." He introduced himself, though I already knew who he was.
A shy giggle escaped my lips as we shook hands. "It's so nice to finally meet you, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."
He nodded. "I know."
I laughed again, my heart pounding against my chest.
"Now, I must warn you. Barnes is a bit out of sorts and may be unstable. It's my duty to warn you and be cautious."
I nodded, my heart secretly dropping. What had happened to him?
Instead, I continued down the hall to some infirmary ward, breathing heavily as we neared Bucky's room. Fury shook my hand as a professional goodbye, wishing me luck.
Slowly, I turned the door knob, nervously creeping inside. I poked my head in, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Bucky?" I whispered, my bottom lip quivering.
A figure on the bed sat up, eyes comfortingly piercing into mine. A smile broke out on both of our faces, as well as tears.
"Oh, Bucky." I sobbed quietly, carefully wrapping my arms around my boyfriends neck.
He hushed me with sweet nothings, trying desperately to calm me down.
Now, I had managed to climb atop the hospital bed, snuggling against his chest for comfort.
"I-I thought you were dead." I hiccuped.
Bucky squeezed me tighter against his body, a small cry escaping his lips.
"I love you so much, I promised I'd come home. I promised." He spluttered, stuffing his face in the crook of my neck.
We stayed in each others embrace, basking in each others arms and presence.
"I love you, Bucky." I whispered, interrupting a long, peaceful silence.
Bucky peeled out of his current position, only to press his lips to mine. I melted into the kiss, smiling softly as Bucky released our lips.
Our foreheads still together, Bucky gave me a knee-weakening grin.
"I love you. I love you so, so, so much." Bucky whispered, pecking my lips again.
"I'm so glad you're ok." I admitted, combing my fingers through Bucky's slightly matted hair.
"I'm so glad you didn't forget about me."
I laughed. I had to; was he out of his mind?
"Bucky, how the hell would I forget about you?" I chuckled, placing a short kiss to his nose.
Bucky simply shrugged, pulling me to chest. My head laid on his stomach, our arms lazily draped around each other. After a few more kisses and "I love-yous" we were able to fall asleep in each others arms; finally.