Bucky x reader
This is my very first fic ever, be kind!
You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Every day it’s the same. Even in the tower, as a part of the Avengers, you look at your face in the mirror and sadly shake your head. No amount of makeup can cover it. No surgery can make it go away. No eye can avoid seeing it. The birthmark that ran down the right side of your face looked like an angry scar at the best of times. When you blush or get sweaty in the training room, it gets even worse!
You have been at the tower for about 6 months now. Steve wouldn’t let you go on any missions yet, but he trained you like you would be heading out on the Quinjet anytime. In the back of your head you thought that you would never be allowed to go out on a mission. Your birthmark was too memorable. You couldn’t be as incognito as the rest of the team. What were you even doing here? Could your minuscule power be such an advantage to the team that they would put up with this mark? Oh well, you sighed, finished making sure your hair was as strategically placed as possible to hide the mark and headed to the training room. Steve said he had something new in store for you today.
Stepping off the elevator onto the training floor, Steve immediately directs you towards a smaller room off to the side, you’ve not been in this room yet.
“Something new today, Y/N. I’m pairing you with Bucky, he’s going to begin teaching you knife fighting techniques.”
“Oh, okay” You reply nervously, wiping your already sweating palms on your pants.
“Nope” you square your shoulders and step into the room. It’s empty.
“Buck will be here in a just a minute, I think he’s helping Sam with his wings for a second. Just start stretching.”
“Okay”. You sigh as you begin limbering up.
Bucky. James Bucannon Barnes. Hunkalicious, brooding, gorgeous, unapproachable. Stretching your arms over your head, you could almost imagine his strong arms coming around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. Dream on, kiddo.
Bending over, your stomach rested on your thighs as you breathed out, palms on the floor. You slowly walk your hands back in between your feet, closing your eyes and breathing slowly. Thinking about Bucky always made blood rush to your head and being halfway upside down didn’t help the mark that you knew was fire engine red right now.
“Wow, you’re flexible.” The deep voice directly behind you was very amused.
Your heart dropped a little bit as you popped back up and turned to see the object of your dreams standing right behind you, blue eyes drilling into your grey ones and a slight smirk on his face.
“Yeah well, it comes in handy sometimes.” The words come out before you can think it through and you feel the blush making its way up your face. Self-conscious, you turn away so that he can’t see the mark.
“Well, let’s get started. Steve wants me to teach you knife fighting.” He moved to the bench on the side of the room and chose a couple of smallish knives. Handing one to you, he began to teach you how to hold the knife, how to defend against different kinds of attacks. Two hours into it you are both sweating and breathing hard. You know your birthmark was getting redder and redder and you kept trying to turn your head so that he wouldn’t see it.
“Stop turning your head that way, you have to be able to see what’s coming at you!” He yelled at you. “Why are you doing that? You also should have pulled your hair back, it’s getting in your way.”
“I just… sorry, I’ll try to stop.”
“Okay, I’m going to come at you again.”
Bucky lunged at you, you deflected his attack and then habitually turned your head away. He grabs your chin and looked right into your eyes, “Turn away from anyone other than me and you are dead, Y/N. Do you understand me? Dead!”
Your eyes began to fill with tears even though You willed yourself not to let them fall. You jerk your chin from his grasp and nod.
“Hey,” he gently put a hand on your shoulder and turned you back to him. “It’s okay to cry. Can you tell me why you turn away? You do it all the time, not just when we’re training. Why do you turn away?”
You can only sigh and point to the ruby red birthmark slashing its way from the bottom of your ear, down your throat, disappearing under your shirt.
“That’s why?” he asked as he let one finger run down the mark, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Yes. It’s so embarrassing. The doctors can’t make it go away, nothing hides it, and it just gets redder when I get hot or flushed-“
“or blush.” He finished with a smile. “I noticed. I thought it was cute.”
“Cute?! HYDRA really wrecked your brain, buddy, this is not cute. This is ugly. Hideous even.” You pulled yourself away from him and walked over to the bench, keeping your back to him so he wouldn’t see the tears. “I’ve lived with this for my whole life and I’ve been called everything under the sun, but never cute.”
He came up behind you, you didn’t realize how close until his arms came around you and hugged you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, “I’m sorry, Y/N. So sorry that you have lived your whole life not seeing yourself as you truly are. I have always thought you were beautiful, from the first moment I met you.”
You turn around in the circle of his arms to look into his eyes, “Really?” you manage a little laugh. “I thought the same about you.”
Running your hand up his metal arm, you smiled as he mirrored you and moved his hand up your arm. His eyes fell to your lips and then back to up to your eyes, questioning. You smiled and he gently pulled you in and pressed his lips against yours. It was a quick sweet kiss, but then he immediately moved and kissed your birthmark, starting at the bottom of your ear and made his way to the collar of your t-shirt.
“How far down does this go?” He asked with a grin.
You laughed, “Not telling.”
“I’m going to find out eventually.” He promised, pulling you into a full bear hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as his lips fell onto yours once again.