“I scared you away.”
Pair: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Prompt: “I scared you away.”
Warning: Language, making out, mentions of sex, brief violence, some crying Bucky.
Word Count: 1492
P.S ~ May or may not be typos. It might suck, because it’s my first Bucky one-shot.
Credit to the owner. Gif is NOT mine.
Here you were in a dark, and dimly lit room once again, he was there with a blank stare. You thought about the many times the two of you have been in this position. Trying to not make it noticeable that you’re always trying to figure him out, that you’re studying who he is. Today, you were thinking about when he was basically an experiment, they use to re-boot him, like he was a robot…no a toy. How could you make a human being into a toy, someone who once had feelings, was diminished to nothing but an object of their dirty deeds.
“Aye, I’m talking to you.” A familiar voice says, before a sharp pain is felt across your right cheek.
“Did you just slap me?” You yell, looking towards him.
“I was talking to you and you wouldn’t respond.” He says, the venom of anger seeping from his every word.
“That doesn’t mean you just slap me.” You retort, more calmly this time. “And with your metal hand at that.”
“Your father told me to train you, so that means you are not here to daydream.” He says anger evident this time.
“You’re not my father’s puppet, you’re not anyone’s puppet.” You say, trying to reason with him.
“Listen just get ready to spar.” He says going over to the cage in the middle of the room. “NOW!!!”
Walking over to the cage you give Bucky, one last glance before walking inside.
“Since you’ve already wasted 10 minutes of my time and practice time.” He pauses closing the gate door. “The rules are different first to tap out loses.”
“Whatever.” You say rolling your eyes.
Five minutes into this so called sparring match, and your back was already pressed against the metal of the cage, with Bucky’s forearm pressed against your neck, cutting off all oxygen to your airway.
Tapping his shoulder signaling you had, had enough.
Letting you go, he goes over to the other side of the cage grabbing a bottle of water, first drinking from it then pouring the rest of the contents on his head, and down his body.
He was a legit work of art, built like a Greek god.
WHAT THE HELL, you curse myself, not two minutes ago did this man have his forearm pressed against your neck now, you’re fantasizing about him. Though I mean who wouldn’t, the way his metal arm contracted and the deadly look in his eyes, created pools of wetness in your panties.
“You ready to go again.” He says, walking towards you, the wet tank top clinging to his body outlining every muscle, and with each step you felt your knees go weak.
Before your body took over and you pounced on him, you exited the cage and walked out of the training room. With your back pressed against the door, you let out a sigh of relief, quickly getting up and sprinting to the elevator when you heard heavy footsteps and Bucky’s cursing draw closer.
Once you’d finally made it in the elevator, you pressed the button to your floor quickly, leaving the doors to close just in time.
Making it back to your room, you close your door and head straight for the bed, flopping down on it.
You sat like this for what felt like five hours, sighing and screaming into your pillow. Getting up from your disheveled state, you head to your walk in closet and go to where you keep your undies, then straight to the bathroom, where you ran a nice relaxing bath.
Sitting in the bath, contemplating probably every life decision you’ve made since Bucky’s been in your life. Like you should definitely hate him for some of things he puts you through in training yet, you sit here fantasizing about the man. Though…you are mad at him because he won't…open up to you. He’s been here for 6 months and has warmed up to everyone EXCEPT you. What was wrong with you.
A creak of the door breaks you from your train of thought. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bucky standing there with unreadable eyes, but his emotions you could feel. Anger, Lust, Pain.
And once he notices you’ve noticed him he scurries away from the door, quickly getting out and putting your underwear on, as well as your robe.
You enter your room to see Bucky sitting on my bed, with his head in his hands.
“Buck, what’s wrong?” You ask, sitting beside him, putting your arm around his broad shoulders.
“N..nothing, it’s nothing.” He says trying to get up only for your hand to stop him.
“Bucky we both know you’re lying, now tell me what’s wrong.” You say, feeling his hand relax, in yours.
“I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, and I scared you away.” He explains, before sitting in the position he sat before. “That’s why I keep my distance so I can protect you.”
“You di…didn’t hurt me Buck.” You say, with a sincere tone. “I just had a lot on my mind and needed a break.”
“NO!!! Admit you think I’m a monster, and it’s true, I am.” He yells sorrowfully. “And it’s all I’ll ever be.”
“Buck that is not true. You’re an amazing guy, and personally the kindest trainer I’ve ever had.” You say trying to calm him.
“You don’t even know half of things I did in my past.” He says, silently sobbing in his hands.
“And I don’t need to know anymore than I already do, because when I look at you I see Bucky, not The Winter Soldier, because that wasn’t you, Buck… this is you.” You say as you grasp his face in your hands.
Looking at him you could tell he was speechless, trying to find words to refute your argument, but he couldn’t because when he looked at you he could see the sincerity in your eyes.
Then it happened a kiss was planted on your lips, it was gentle but passionate. It was something you’ve only ever dreamed of.
When the kiss was over, he looked at you searching for an answer in your face, quickly getting one when he sees the smirk spread across your face.
“I’m still a bit rust…” He tries to finish, only to be cut off by your lips smashing into his.
This time instead of a gentle kiss, it was more passionate more lust filled. Before you know it you’re straddling his lap, playing with his hair, while his hands wander over and across your body. You moan as his hands make their way to your ass and start to kneed and grasp at each cheek, giving your ass a quick but effective slap, every now and then.
In response you grind your hips into the the growing erection in his grey sweats.
“Ahh..Bucky fuck.” You curse as he pulls away and starts leaving marks only any exposed skin he could find.
Both of you break away when you here a knock at the door, leaving you two a heaving mess.
“Aye, Sergeant Barnes in there with?” Your eldest of two brothers asks, from behind the door.
Getting up from the position you were in, on Bucky’s lap, you go and open the door letting Y/B/N in.
“Oh good, well Buck dad needs you.” He says.
“Okay.” Bucky says, getting up quickly and going towards the door and stopping, turning around giving you a smirk.
He then proceeds to leave the room.
“Did you fuck Sergeant Barnes?” Your brother asks, with a smirk on his face.
“No, you fuckface.” You say, smacking him on the back the head.
“I don’t think my face is the one that’s going to be fucked tonight.” He says, before bursting into laughter.
“You know most brothers would be mad that their sister is involved with an older man.” You say giggling at how odd he was.
“Everyone knew it was going to happen, so much so we all placed a bet.” He says, fiddling with the teddy bear on your nightstand. “I had $100 riding on you two lasting for 3 months, but you know you screwed me over.”
You two were now laughing hysterically.
“So I have to know, who won?” You ask through fits of giggles.
“Uh..I think dad did.” He says, throwing the teddy bear at you.
“Dad!! Placed a bet.” You say shocked and in disbelief.
“Come Y/N, as soon as you two saw each the sexual tension filled the room.
“Shut up.” You say, sitting at your vanity.
“I will give you some advice.” He says, before beginning to exit your room, “Make sure you use protection, I don’t think I’m ready to be an uncle.”
“Shut up.” You giggle.
As you try to do your make up, all you could think about is Bucky and the make out session. Ugh, and that smirk. Gosh… this man is going to be the death of me.
END NOTE ~There might be a part two.~