Word Count: 1,898
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk
Warnings: None (i think????)
Love Interest: Bucky
Note: Sorry this took so long to post. Every time I tried to post it my internet would mysteriously cut out and eventually I just got frustrated and gave up haha. But I have returned in hopes that I’ll be able to finally post it ♥
I ran down the street, rain hitting my face like bullets. There was a big storm passing through the city, and I was one of the few people brave enough to be in it. Or stupid enough. Either way, I didn’t have an umbrella with me; the storm was so sudden, and it’s normally sunny around here. As I ran across the street, a dark and blurry figure caught my eye. Well, he was only blurry due to the rain. I hesitated before running up to it, not at all sure what it was. As I approached the figure, I noticed it was a human being.
A man, to be more specific. He was in dark jeans, and a darkly coloured thin sweater. I felt his neck for a pulse, relieved to find out that he was alive. I looked at his torso, noticing normal breathing patterns. The only thing signaling that he ended up here at all were the multiple bruises and cuts that littered his body. I shook his shoulder harshly, my expectations of him waking up coming to a sudden halt. After a few more minutes of trying, I gave up on my attempts to be gentle, and gave him a slap instead.
“Ow, what the hell?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.
“I’m sorry, are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me warily.
“Fine.” He said shortly, eyeing me.
“Do you live far from here?” I questioned.
“I don’t know.” He said after a moment, now looking confused.
“Do you remember anything?” I questioned.
“No.” He said shortly again, confusion now replaced with irritation.
“Well,” I paused, “You can come to my place, I’ll patch you up.”
We locked eyes for a long moment, and I could sense his distrust. In the moment of silence we shared, I was able to look at him a bit clearer. His had a bit of scruff, obviously signaling that he hadn’t shaved in a few days. His hair was quite long, but it suited him somehow. He was shivering slightly, and it became evident that he was trying his best to appear completely calm. I stood back up, offering a hand to him.
“Come on, if I was trying to kill you, would I have bothered with waking you up?” I questioned.
He narrowed his eyes at me, silence continuing to fill the air. He finally took my hand, and I helped him stand. He limped a bit as he walked, but I wasn’t about to ask about it. If he really does have amnesia, then me asking him what happened right now is like talking to a brick wall. I shrugged off my jacket, the cold and rainy hair hitting my covered skin. I draped it over his shoulders, and he looked at me curiously.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“You’re cold.” I said simply and he grunted.
“Yeah, but isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” He asked and I shrugged.
“I’m alright.” I lied coolly.
“Bullshit.” He said.
“Well, I’m not taking it back until we get to my place, so suck it up.” I said stubbornly, and he just shook his head.
That day was a few weeks ago, and in that time he’s managed to remember little things. Like his name, where he was born, and all of that stuff. His wounds have healed, and the smaller cuts have vanished. Unfortunately, during this time I’ve found myself falling for the somewhat mysterious man that resided in my house. He’s taken to calling me ‘Doll’ rather than my actual name and, despite how often I tell him not to, I actually do enjoy it. It makes me blush a little, and I think that’s why he does it.
He also cusses like a sailor, which is fine by me, I’m the same way. He’s yet to remember everything, or how he even ended up on the street in the first place. It’s bound to come soon, and it scares me a little. That’s also partially why I haven’t told him how I feel about him. I’m scared that when he remembers he’ll leave and never look back. Or worse, it turns out he’s married with 8 kids. I heard footsteps enter the living room, and I looked who they came from. Bucky.
“What’s up, Doll?” He asked, sitting beside me.
“The damn television won’t work right.” I grumbled.
“You try turning it on?” He said smartly.
“Oh, ha ha, let’s all make fun of the one time I had a fucking mind blank.” I huffed.
“Just one time?” He asked, laughing a little when I hit his arm.
“You’re an ass.” I huffed.
“I’m a damn delight.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” I said sarcastically.
I cleared my throat as I went to go get what I called the ‘Bucky Kit’. I gave up of calling it First Aid when he was the only one I was using it on. When I got back he was already out of his tank top, the bandages on his chest now exposed. His torso was almost fully healed, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I’d feel awful if anything got infected and he ended up needing surgery. Plus, he has this phobia with hospitals and shit. Me trying to get him inside the hospital might be just as hard as getting the T.V. remote from him.
I took off his bandages, looking for any signs of an infection. When I didn’t find one, I began cleaning the dirt off of his chest. He didn’t have a lot, seeing as how I properly care for his wounds. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, a sea of inappropriate thoughts entering my brain. I cleared my throat, hoping to clear the thoughts along with it. I focused on cleaning him up, and after a long agonizing moment of silence, I was finished.
“Now, if you’d stop running into everything, you’d be healing a lot faster.” I playfully criticized.
“Doll, I gotta tell you something.” Bucky said.
“Ah, so do I.” I confessed with a small smile.
“Same time?“ Bucky offered and I nodded.
“Sure.” I agreed, and we counted to three together.
“I remember everything.“ Bucky stated.
“I think I love you.“ I said at the same time.
My eyes widened as his words sunk into my brain. While I was happy that he finally got his memory back, fear poked into my mind. Was he going to just leave me and forget me now? What if I was right and it turns out that he has 8 kids and 4 ex wives? His eyebrows furrowed together, an undetectable emotion on his face. I should’ve just shut up, I should’ve just kept that to myself.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” I spoke, my voice faltering.
“Wait, you what?” Bucky questioned.
“I suppose you’ll be wanting to leave, now.“ I continued, my voice faltering even more.
“Y/n, wait a second-“ Bucky tried.
“I have to go spring clean my room,“ I started to back away, “So I’m just going to go.“
I ran off, retreating into the safety and comfort of my room. I slammed the door shut, feeling tears brim my eyes. I felt selfish for feeling so sad about him regaining his memory, but I couldn’t help it. He was probably going to leave me and never talk to me again. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. As a matter of fact, he’s probably in his room getting ready to leave right now.
I plopped onto the side of my bed, my back facing the door. Why couldn’t I have just thought of him like a friend? I sadly wiped my tears, which only made them flood through. In a matter of seconds I was bawling, my hands covering my face instead. I tried to keep the noise nonexistent, the last thing I needed was for Bucky to hear me cry. He’d probably just laugh. I don’t want to see him when he leaves, I just want him to go without telling me.
“Y/n?” Bucky questioned after knocking on my door.
“Go away!“ I yelled, my voice betraying me.
Instead of hearing footsteps walk away, I heard my door open and then close. Great, he’s come to ridicule me, or come to tell me good bye and to delete his number. Thankfully, my hair hid my face, so it was harder to tell that I had been crying. I heard him slowly walk closer to me before abruptly stopping in his tracks. I scooted a little further away from him, hoping he’d take a hint. Unfortunately, he didn’t.
Instead I heard him walk even closer, moving my hands away from my face. I looked away from him, focusing on the wall that faced my side. He moved my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I took a deep breath as he gently moved my head, forcing me to look at him. He was crouched on the floor, looking up at me with concern. Oh great, this is even worse, I get pity. His hand stayed on my cheek, his thumb pushing away tears.
“Hey, why are you crying, doll?” Bucky asked in a quiet tone.
“It’s stupid, you don’t have to worry about me.” I replied in a slightly bitter tone.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He stated, completely serious.
“Well, now that you’ve got your memory back, you’re going to leave and I’ll just be left here with a memory. You’re not going to want to talk to me-“ I began rambling, making me cry a bit harder.
“Is that what this is about?” He questioned, taking my silence as confirmation, “Doll, you didn’t give me a chance to reply.”
“Well, I just assumed-” I began.
“Well, you assumed wrong.” He stated, “If you had given me a chance to talk, you would’ve found out that I feel the same toward you.” He stated, and my heart raced.
“R-Really?” I stuttered out, my crying voice fucking everything up.
“No, I’m fucking with you, of course I do.” He said and I sighed.
“You’re still going to leave and forget me.” I pointed out, and he raised his brows.
“Even if I didn’t love you, how could I ever forget you?” He asked.
“I dunno.” I mumbled, fiddling with my hands.
“Doll, you’re too amazing to forget,” He smiled lightly, “Plus, you can be a real pain in the ass-Ow!” He yelped after I hit his arm.
I glared at him for a second before a smile took over my lips, and I hugged him instead. He instantly hugged me back, standing up and spinning me around for a second. A weight was lifted off of my shoulders and off of my heart, the sadness and fear leaving me. My tears dried, no longer falling from my eyes and staining my cheeks. After he let me go, I pulled away and stared at him for a moment.
“So does this mean that we’re a thing or-” I began, getting cut off with a kiss.
“What do you think?” He questioned after pulling away.
“I think that doesn’t really answer my question.” I stated.
“Yes, we’re a thing, you dork.” He said, rolling his eyes.