Waiting Is A Patient’s Man’s Game and I’m No Patient Man
IMAGINE: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up a year ago. Bucky realises that he wants her back but the thing is she’s moving on…or is she?
[gif is not mine. hope you guys like it. the plot is loosely based on the ‘swarley’ episode of himym.]
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Bucky looked at (Y/N) who was now fiddling with her hands, she took a deep breath and looked at him. She smiled tightly at him, “I understand.”
“(Y/N).” He ran a hand through his hair, “I just need to do this. I need time for myself.”
“I thought,” she started then decided not to finish her sentence. She looked up at Bucky, sadness in her eyes. “You said that I was helping you.”
“I”m not asking you to understand it (Y/N), I’m just asking you to support my decision.”
(Y/N) closed her eyes and bit her lip. She finally opened her eyes and once again smiled at Bucky. “Can you promise me that after you find yourself, you have time to yourself that we can have another shot?”
Bucky opened his mouth more than once, wanting to agree with what she said but something held him back. Convinced that his silence meant no, she couldn’t help but feel her eyes water.
“Right,” she stood up from the step she was sitting on. She rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I’ll see you around Bucky.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t get the signal!” Bucky pulled Sam aside as the man furrowed his brows and looked at him weirdly.
“This,” Bucky looked seriously at Sam and then looked away. “That look.”
Sam scrunched up his face, “What does that look even mean?”
Bucky groaned in annoyance, “It means, you need to talk to me about this situation.” He peered over Sam’s shoulder and saw that (Y/N) was still talking to the man. “They’ve been talking for almost ten minutes!”
Sam looked over to where Bucky’s gaze was now held. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the man. “First of all, we don’t do signals, and even if we did it would be a you and Steve thing. Secondly, you broke up with her she has the right to talk to other men! Hell you’ve been broken up for almost a year, she has the right to date them if she wants to!”
“I get that,” Bucky spoke angrily. “I know that she has the right to date someone after I broke her heart! But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less, just because we haven’t been together in a long time doesn’t mean that I love her any less.”
“If you don’t love her any less then why the fuck did you break up with her?” Sam bit back.
“Because I thought that was the right thing to do!” Bucky snapped. “I could feel him coming back Sam. I knew that she was in danger and if there was one person in this world that I never wanted to hurt, it was (Y/N).”
“She’s a strong person.”
“I know that. If I hurt her… I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. She was the only good thing in my life and I hurt her in any way.”
Sam sighed and tilted his head back, “Look, let tonight go, okay? Let’s drown ourselves in alcohol, stay the other side of the room and we can work this out tomorrow, alright?”
Bucky agreed slowly, his eyes flittering over to where (Y/N) was now laughing loudly at whatever the man was saying.
“Stark, I need your help.”
Tony looked at Bucky who was obviously frustrated. He grinned at the man and put down the piece of paper he was reading. “What can I help you with?”
“It’s about (Y/N).”
In an instant Tony replied with a, “No. Definitely not.”
“Because it’s (Y/N) and if she ever found out that we were meddling in her life, she would have our necks,” Tony pointed out. He sighed pitily at Bucky who was obviously in a frustrated moment. “Look don’t do anything rash. If you ever want to be with her again after breaking her heart then you just need to wait until she’s ready again.”
“So you’re going on a date with him?”
“I can hear the judgement in your voice, Anthony,” (Y/N) remarked as she bit into her biscuit. “And he does not have the crazy eyes!”
“He’s crazy, (Y/N)!” She rolled her eyes at Tony. “Trust me.”
“But he’s hot,” (Y/N) reasoned out. She shrugged as Tony made a face and then chuckled. “Look, he’s attractive and I’m 99.5% sure that he doesn’t have the crazy eyes, if he does I’ll buy one of those weird doughnuts and I’ll wear a shirt that says ‘Tony’s right’.
Bucky logically knew that he needed to wait for (Y/N), until she was ready, but his irrational jealousy clouded his judgements. He remembered just this morning that Steve told him (Y/N) was going on a date with the bar guy. He may or may not have accidentally smashed the glass of juice in his hand, or slammed his bowl against the counter causing it to smash. After pestering Sam and Steve, the latter finally snapped and told him where they were going out for dinner, then he found out that they were going back to their quarters. Steve told him not to do anything stupid and reason everything out while Sam rolled his eyes knowing that Bucky wouldn’t listen to whatever Steve was saying.
He crept up to her quarters and looked around, it’s been a year since he’s been there and everything was still the same. He looked for the familiar picture of the two of them on her coffee table but found it occupied by magazines and a cup of cold coffee instead. He frowned, where the hell did it go? Fishing out his phone, he texted the one person he knew would know.
‘Stark, where’s the picture of (Y/N) and I that was on her coffee table?’
After waiting a couple of minutes for a reply and looking around her place his phone finally beeped.
‘She took it down after you left. Put it in her cupboard, I think.’
‘Wait, how do you know that she doesn’t have it anymore?’
‘Tony just told me what you’re doing. Buck, stop.’
‘Don’t be a fucking idiot you moron -Sam.’
Rolling his eyes, Bucky put his phone back into his pocket and headed to the storage cupboard. After looking through various boxes he finally found the large framed picture and sighed in sadness. He was too busy reminiscing that he didn’t notice the sound of the keys jingling. Panicking when the door opened, Bucky ran behind the couch accidentally dropping the frame during the rush.
“And then I told him how can he fit a pumpkin in there?” (Y/N) joked as she opened her door. Tim looked at her oddly and gave her a small pitying chuckle. She turned around and smiled tightly. Dating was fucking hard nowadays. “Do you want something to drink?”
Tim nodded and she placed her keys inside the bowl and headed towards the kitchen. As she was preparing their drinks she heard something drop inside the living room. “What was that?”
“Oh that was just my phone.”
(Y/N) furrowed her brows, it definitely didn’t sound like a phone dropping but she shrugged it off. Walking back into the room she saw pieces of glass on the floor. “What is that?” She placed the drinks down on the coaster and walked fast to to it. “Is that a picture of Bucky and I?” She turned to Tim, “This picture is broken. Was that the sound? Did you break this?”
The man shook his head in confusion.
“Can we sit down for a moment?” (Y/N) pulled Tim down and looked at Tim. She vaguely heard him say something and she nodded along. “Stop moving.” There really wasn’t anything that she could see.
“Can I kiss you?” The question barely registered when she heard someone yell ‘stop’ and suddenly a body was between her and Tim.
The man tried to turn to (Y/N) who smiled weakly at her. He turned back to Tim, “Name’s Bucky,” he held out a hand which Tim shook hesitantly.
“What are you doing?”
Bucky tried to fall to the floor with a little bit of dignity but ended smacking his head against the table. “I don’t know. I”m just going to go.” He ran to the door almost tripping over his own feet. As he closed the door he leant back on it. She was definitely never going to take him back after this stunt. He jogged to his room, praying that (Y/N) would be able to forgive him.
(Y/N) ran to Bucky’s room knowing that he was going to try and find sanctuary there. Without bothering to knock she opened the door and tried to find where Bucky was. Finding that he was outside on his balcony she headed there.
She sat next to him, they sat there for a moment before she turned to Bucky. “Bucky, what the fuck were you doing?”
He turned back to her, tears in his eyes. “(Y/N), I”m so sorry. I ruined everything. He didn’t ruin that picture of the two of us, I did.”
“So Tim was just a nice guy? An actual nice guy?”
Bucky sniffled, “Yeah he was, and you deserve someone who isn’t so fucked up. Who won’t break your heart because they think it’s the right thing to do, even when a small part of you is saying a completely different thing. So why don’t you go back to your room and finish your date? I’ll pay for your next one.”
(Y/N) was silent for a moment, she nodded her head a couple of times. “You do have to pay for the next date.”
Bucky nodded sadly, knowing that he would always be watching from the sidelines now because he made a stupid fucking choice. The wrong choice.
“You’re crazy you know that right?” She asked him. “The craziest fucking person I know. You have the craziest I’ve ever seen.”
Bucky turned to her, “Shouldn’t you be going back to Tim?”
She looked at him and he repeated his question. She turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. “I missed you so fucking much.” Bucky breathed in relief and smiled at her.
Years would come by and they wouldn’t know who made the first move. Maybe it was Bucky or maybe it was her, but what they did know was they both moved towards each other even if the other didn’t. Because there was something there that night that they couldn’t run from.