“According to US Weekly we’re married.”
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 780
It was an average Saturday morning. You had been walking back to the Tower after grabbing your usual morning coffee from your favorite shop when you saw it. Displayed in front of everyone that walked by on the street.
Your face was on the cover of US Weekly.
Stopping in your tracks, you grabbed the magazine from the stand and read what it said on the cover.
You couldn’t believe it.
The magazine was claiming that you and your teammate, Bucky Barnes, was married. The picture that they had on the cover was of you and Barnes walking through Central Park. He had his arm around you and the both of you looked pretty happy.
You gave the man who ran the stand a few dollars for the magazine before you kept walking towards the Tower.
The whole situation was kind of comical actually. There wasn’t anything remotely romantic about your relationship with Bucky. The two of you were strictly teammates. Sure you hung out with him more than anyone else on the squad. There might be a midnight weekly stroll that the two of you had religiously. A movie night or two might even be thrown into the mix, but Bucky wasn’t your boyfriend.
No matter how much you wanted him to be.
Being in the same room as him made you go weak in the knees. There was just something about him that drove you wild. He was so damn charming that sometimes you wondered if he could possibly be flirting with you.
You were far too nervous to admit that you had feelings for him. Instead of doing something about the way you felt, you bottled it all up.
When you made it to the Tower, Bucky was sitting in the kitchen with Sam and Steve having breakfast. You placed the magazine in front of them on the table.
“What’s that?” Bucky asked.
“Well, according to US Weekly we’re married.”
Bucky dropped the spoon that he had in one of his hands. “What?”
Sam laughed, grabbing the magazine to get a better look for himself. “Wow, I’m hurt that you guys didn’t invite me to the wedding. Aren’t you, Steve?”
“Definitely. I at least thought that I would be your best man, Buck.” Steve went along with Sam’s teasing to your dismay.
“How was the honeymoon, lovebirds?”
Bucky grabbed the magazine from Sam’s grasp and hit him with it, “That’s enough.”
You rolled your eyes at them, “Very funny. I can’t believe that magazines just publish bullshit like this and can get away with it.”
“I’ve had some terrible things written about me in magazines,” Bucky said as he flipped through the pages, “If the things they said about me was more like this, I wouldn’t mind it. I’m a lucky man. Who wouldn’t want to be married to (Y/n)?”
There he was being all charming again. You looked away from him and grabbed your purse to leave the kitchen.
“(Y/n)!” Bucky called after you once you were halfway to the elevators. You hadn’t realized that you were walking so fast.
You stopped so that he could catch up. Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking your path so that you couldn’t go anywhere. “Did I say something wrong back there?”
“I guess I just don’t– nevermind.”
Bucky reached down, grabbing your hand, “Please finish. I want to know if I upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me, Bucky. I just don’t know if you’re kidding when you say stuff like that. Or when you act really flirty. I guess I’ve gotten a little confused about what we are or what we aren’t.” You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You finally told Bucky what had been plaguing you for so long.
Bucky smiled a little, “I guess I haven’t been too subtle about how I feel about you.”
“So, all of the flirting and stuff, it’s real?”
He nodded sheepishly, “I really like you. I didn’t think that I was capable of feeling the way that I do after years of being brainwashed. When I met you, I knew that I could. You make me feel alive again.”
You turned and saw that Sam and Steve had been eavesdropping for the entire conversation.
“Get the hell out of here!” Bucky told them.
They ran off and you looked back at Bucky. He was waiting patiently for you to say something.
“You want to go for a walk in the park?”
“You aren’t worried about getting photographed there like before?”
You squeezed his hand a little and smiled, “Not really. At least now if they run a story about us romantically, it’ll be true.”
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