Missed Connection (Bucky x Reader)
Requested by: @swtltlmrvlgrl
Summary: Can you do a ‘missed connection’ with Bucky? Like you talked to him on a bus or train for an hour but at the end you didn’t get his name or number? (will they meet again or not? I leave it to you haha)
A/N: Thank you for requesting this!! I’m sorry it took so long but this was so much fun to write omg <3 I hope it’s what you were looking for and enjoy!
(also yes that’s the hogwarts express lmfao)
Word Count: 2945
Warnings: mention of family death / mention of spreading ashes kind of thing…
Disclaimer: I don’t speak Romanian… Sorry if it’s wrong rip
“iartă-mă… scuze… scuzati-ma…”
(Pardon me… Sorry… Excuse me…)
You pushed your way through the crowded train, mumbling your apologies as you gripped your small suitcase tightly by your side.
It was mid summer and, finally having gotten some time off work, you’d flown to Romania for a few weeks.
Your mother had often spoken of her childhood in Bucharest when you were young, and when she’d passed away just over a year ago you’d decided to save up and see the places of her stories for yourself. You were now on the last few days of your trip and so far it had been an absolutely amazing journey. Bucharest was beautiful, the people were kind and as you got to know the country your mother had once called home, you quickly fell in love.
To be honest, you didn’t want to leave, but you didn’t have a choice so there you were.
To wrap up the trip you were spending your last weekend in Romania out in the countryside by a small farm called the “Cabana alb”. It was just outside the city and your mother had spent much of her summers there. It was her favourite place on the planet and where you had decided to spread her ashes.
And by “just outside the city”, you meant a two-hour train ride away.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected it to be that busy, but there you were squeezing through the crowded halls in search of an empty compartment to rest. They were, of course, all full. Until you happened across one at the back of the train.
You wrapped your knuckles softly against the glass before sliding the door open, catching the attention of it’s only occupant.