Pairing: (Pre Winter Soldier) Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky drags you outside to play in the snow
(Not my gif)
You groaned in complaint as someone dragged your warm blankets off of you, exposing you to the freezing morning air. You were wearing the thickest pyjamas you owned, and a chill still ran through you.
“What the hell, Bucky?” you mumbled, throwing a pillow at your grinning husband. He caught it with ease, dropping it to the floor so you couldn’t use it as a weapon again.
“It’s been snowing!” he said, as if that was a reasonable excuse for waking you.
“It’s also my day off, so let me sleep.”
“I will carry you out there in your pyjamas if you don’t get up.”
“You wouldn’t,” you said uncertainly. He grinned.
“You know I would,” he replied. Sighing, you sat up and stretched.
“Fine. Give me five minutes.”
Bucky was waiting impatiently at the front door of your shared apartment, most of his face hidden by a thick navy blue scarf. You stretched up on tiptoe to kiss the tiny bit of his nose still visible, linking your arm through his.
“I honestly think I married a five year old by mistake,” you teased as he dragged you out into the snow. He rolled his eyes at you, but you could tell by the tiny creases appearing at the corners of them that he was grinning.
“I bet I can make a better snowman than you,” he challenged, his voice muffled by the scarf. It was your turn to grin.
“Fine. If I win, you let me sleep all day tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Deal. When I win, you have to get up at five and dance in the snow with me.”
You considered his bet; you were going to have to make a damn good snowman.
“May the woman win,” you grinned, stooping down to start gathering snow.
Twenty minutes passed, and you had nearly competed your snowman. It didn’t look bad, if you were honest. Glancing over at Bucky’s, your jaw dropped. It was almost double the height of yours, and he’d put his army cap on its head. It was brilliant, and you needed to stop him.
“Hey!” Bucky cried out as a snowball exploded on the back of his head. You nearly fell over laughing at the look on his face, and you were so distracted that you didn’t notice him gathering his own ammunition.
“Well I’m glad you find it funny, doll,” he grinned, throwing his own snowball, which hit you square in the face. As you spluttered and tried to wipe the snow off your cheeks, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pressed a kiss to your freezing cheek.
“Why the hell did I marry you?” you joked, grinning. He smirked, spinning you around to face him.
“Wasn’t it something about me being devilishly handsome?” he teased. You buried your face in his neck, his scarf soft against your skin.
“Shut up, I only said that once,” you mumbled.
“Once is enough for me to tease you about it for the rest of your life,” he told you, his eyes glinting cheekily. You poked his side playfully, knowing that he was ticklish.
“Anyway, I think we have a clear winner for the snowmen,” he added, turning you both to face them. Yours was barely a metre tall, while Bucky’s stood proud and tall, the hat just making it look even more superior. You rolled your eyes.
“It’s like looking at you and Steve,” you commented. Bucky burst out laughing.
“I’m almost tempted to let you out of the bet for that one,” he told you, resting his chin on top of your head. You tilted your head back to look at him, batting your eyelashes and sticking your bottom lip.
“Please? You know how grumpy I’ll be if you wake me up at five,” you protested. He bit his lip.
“Stop doing that. I can’t deny you anything when you’re being cute.”
You grinned, continuing to flutter your lashes at him as you turned to face him, clasping your hands behind his neck. “I’ll dance in the snow with you at midnight if you leave me sleeping. Midnight’s much more romantic,” you reasoned. Bucky rolled his eyes, leaning down to seal his lips to yours tenderly. The kiss warmed your entire body, almost making you forget that you were out in the cold.
“Alright, deal,” he said, smiling slightly. You grinned triumphantly, taking his hand in yours.
“Good. Now c’mon, I’m freezing.”
You dragged him inside, kicking your snow covered boots off at the door. Before you could move further into your home, Bucky had wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I love you,” he mumbled. “Even if you’re the laziest person I’ve ever met.”
You smiled, turning round to rest your forehead against his. “I love you too. Even if you’re the weirdest person I know.”
“Getting up early is not weird!” he called after you as you went into the kitchen, mind set on a mug of hot chocolate. You rolled your eyes.
“You’re right, weird’s the wrong word. Unnatural is more like it.”