“Haunted”-My-Ass [Bucky x Reader]
“I was scared and I ran” - “so you left me?!”
Warnings/Themes: Profanity, Humor, spoops
Author’s Note: Here’s a little treat for everyone in the spirit of Halloween! Have a good one, folks~ I’ve been on a writing spree and I dunno how long it’ll last! haha c:
Y/N = Your Name
“Get behind me, Barnes. I need you to watch my back.”
His facial expression turns neutral and he gives an affirmative nod, sliding his hands away from your waist as he obeys. “Enemies no where to be seen. Where the hell are they?” you mutter, looking incredulous. He smirks.
Playing along with your little freak-outs has always been fun.
“Well, I think they might be hiding. You know we’d find them if we actually moved.” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “We’ve been standing here for the past 20 minutes, sweetheart.”
You seem to not pay attention to him, grumbling to yourself as you take Buck’s hand and drag him forward. “I hate this. I hate this so much.” Another chuckle resonates from your companion. “Yeah, you’ve said that already, babe.”
Your head whips around, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing in anger. “Would you just listen to me for one second?!” You point an accusing finger to his chest before turning back and taking a few strides forward. An owl hoots loudly and it makes you jump. You stop in your tracks, eyes wide. “You know what? You lead, I’ll watch your back.”
Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up, still highly entertained by your frantic talking. Here you were, a highly-skilled assassin who works for the avengers- someone who has practically shot a gun like it was second nature, cowering before a forest. As you two moved forward, he couldn’t help but think about today’s earlier events:
“A what?” You ask through gritted teeth, glaring up at a certain billionaire.
“A haunted scavenger hunt!” Tony Stark replies, grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat. “You can even partner up with Robo-cop, here” he adds, pointing to Bucky. He knows exactly what he was doing. He knows that you hated everything revolving the supernatural.
Hydra? Sure, you’d kick their asses in a heartbeat. Ultron? Been there, done that. But, Ghosts? Fuck. That.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, [Y/N]” Bucky chimes in, smiling genuinely. He didn’t know about your fear of the dark. He was just happy to be out and celebrating something. You turn to him, pouting childishly and shaking your head. “no, no, no. No way in hell.” You wanted to celebrate with him, you really did. It would be another step towards acclimating him into modern times. However, shitting your pants was not how you wanted it to go.
It goes silent for a second before Tony smirks knowingly. He turns to you, pure mischief in his eyes. “Tell you what, Buttercup: if you complete this little journey- if you even finish the first ‘leg’ of the race, you get to spend the rest of the night in the tower eating all of this” he makes a show of clearing his throat and looking up at the ceiling. “Friday, be a dear, won’t you?” he calls out. The wall of the kitchen practically pushes forward, turning until it shows the other side.
Your jaw drops instantly at the sight. Wherever the hell and however the hell Tony got all of this, you didn’t care. Heaps of candy and delicious treats pile high on a marble tabletop. Things from gobstoppers and Hershey bars to foreign candy you couldn’t pronounce the name of- but it all sure looked fucking good. You get a closer look, reaching out for one of the giant bars of kit-kats, but Tony ‘tsk’s in disapproval. “Do we have a deal?” he asks, pushing a scavenger map towards you. He points to the area that says “Forest of Screams” and his eyebrows wiggle up in down. Damn him. Damn him to hell.
You were afraid of everything, but your sweet-tooth outweighed the anxious feeling in your gut. “Let’s go” you growl, pulling Bucky along with you. ‘I hope your happy, stomach. I’m doing this for you’ you tell yourself.
“You alright there, Doll?”
You clutch on the back of Bucky’s shirt, staying close as you two ventured forward. He seemed concerned now. Your gaze seems to be darting every which way and guilt of taking things too far bubbled up in his chest. “We can turn back” he whispers, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. You shake your head, looking back into the dark pathway. “I don’t want to go back there. I think I saw something” you choke out, shivering at the thought.
He sighs, trying to ease the tension with a soft smile. “Alright, want me to carry you the rest of the way?”
You blink at the offer, grinning appreciatively. “Yes please!” Not even after two seconds of Bucky kneeling down, you hop up onto his back and swing your arms around his neck. He laughs lightly, supporting you up by your thighs.
“I don’t think this place is actually haunted, [Y/N].”
“I think you should shut the fuck up, Bucky. You’re gonna anger the spirits. Don’t mock them” you chastise, looking around once again on high alert. He scoffs in response, walking forward with ease.
After a few minutes, you can’t help but become drowsy. The warmth of being in a snug hoodie while being so close to Bucky brought a sense of calm over you. Your eyes start to close, face buried in the space between his shoulder and his neck.
Something jolts you awake though, a wind picks up and brushes through the trees. It creates the sound of shuffling which shakes you. Then you could’ve sworn you heard a voice of someone. A little girl? Whatever it was it asked quietly: “Leaving so soon?”
“Buck, did you hear that?” you mumble, hugging him tighter. His eyebrow cocked in confusion. “Hear what? I didn’t hear anythin’” he murmurs.
“Don’t leave.” The voice was loud and clear this time. You tremble when you see that Bucky heard it and he begins to walk more briskly. “Probably just some teenagers messing around with us” he assures, but his shaky voice had the opposite effect on you.
Then it happens.
Something cold and wet touches your skin from where your hoodie had ridden up. You dared to turn and spot the assaulter. It was indeed, a little girl in a tattered white dress. She looks helpless but her ghostly complexion and sharp grin tells you otherwise. “RUN!” you shout, slapping Bucky’s back in pure horror. Bucky does as told without glancing back. Although you notice that the girl wasn’t moving from her spot and you were well far from her, Bucky was moving too slow for your liking. You let out a muffled scream, scrambling to get off of Bucky’s back. He panics at your sudden movement, running a bit more and finally halting when you’re struggling too much. “[Y/N] stop, stop. I can’t run with you-” he’s astonished when you jump off of his back, running forward for dear life. You hear him call your name frantically as he chases after you but you don’t fucking care. The exit sign is only a few steps away.
You breathe heavily and ram into Steve, startled at first, but quickly relieved to see a friendly face. “Have fun?” he asks, smiling innocently. “No. No I didn’t. I don’t want to do it again either!” you shout, throwing your hands in the air.
A guffaw of laughter ensues behind you and you turn to Tony, who was clutching his sides. “Oh my god, did you see your face when I just turned on the sound system? I wanted to go out in costume and scare you myself, but I didn’t have to!” He clicks a little remote in his hand and the sound of the owl from before echoes throughout the forest.
“Tony, you son of a bitch!” you yell before sending in a flurry of punches. “You fucking scared me with that little girl!”
Your eyes widen, looking at him for some sign of mockery, but he’s dead serious. “You’re….you’re kidding me. There was a little girl in white with some sharp-ass fangs who sent me and Bucky running!” He shakes his head to confirm he had not part of your encounter and your face pales in complexion. “Okay, I guess I’m not going to sleep ever from now on.” You turn for companion. “Bucky let’s go- Bucky…..shit.” You panic once again, staring off at the dark forest in terror. “He’s dead. I killed him. I left him there with her. fuck. fuck. fuck. How are we gonna have our movie night? Or get married? Is it gonna be a “Corpse-bride” situation? I can’t marry a ghoul” you mumble to yourself frantically and pace back and forth. However your heart slows down when you see him run out panting.
He stops in front of you, falling to his knees to catch his breath. He looks less than happy about you running off. Ignoring his salty expression, your eyes tear up and you pull him in for a hug. “Bucky I’m so sorry! I saw a girl and I was scared and I ran. I didn’t know what to do I’m sorry” you cry out hysterically, as if you were greeting a soldier coming back from war.
He blinks for a moment, contemplating your words. You saw a thing in the woods and you left him as bait? He looks hurt now, not even caring about a potential real-life ghost going after him. “So you left me?!”
Out of earshot, Tony and Steve were shocked by the news, deciding to close that part of the scavenger hunt and possibly send in a team to investigate. Steve looks more confused than scared, but Tony is trying his best not to piss his pants.
“Well, looks like you made it through! Grab your candy and enjoy the night off, kiddo!” he exclaims, hiding his fear and tossing you the keys to the kitchen. He waves a goodbye before walking away in a hurry, eager to leave. When he asked the event planner for a haunted forest, he didn’t think she would actually give him one. He decided that it was fair to not push you into one of these things again next Halloween.
Both you and Bucky are all but calm now, trying your best not to remember the terrifying events. “You owe me half the stash” he mutters, faking a grumpy expression. He hauls you up onto his back again, carrying you back to the tower. “Only if you promise to never leave my side tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or any time of the rest of my life” you answer, clinging to him tightly. He smirks, stepping onto the elevator. “I think I can manage that.” You both smile on the way up, avoiding all mirrors during the ride (Gotta be safe. If you can’t see the ghost, they can’t hurt you, right?) and hoping for a more relaxing night.