[plot] AU in which Bucky makes it home to his girl after the war.
[warnings] language, mentions of the war
[a/n] i didn’t edit this so if there’s errors just pretend like they don’t exist.
[y/n] pulled her coat tightly around her, seeking relief from the cold September air. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyes focused on a single crack on the concrete. Nervousness flooded her veins and occupied her entire being and he was all she thought of. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.
She hadn’t received any news or a letter announcing the death of James Barnes, but news travels slowly and it seemed like she was always the last to know news about Bucky while he’s been away.
Blood pounded through [y/n]’s ears and all she could hear was the dramatic pounding of her pulse as the worst case scenario fluttered through her mind. So she didn’t hear the approaching train, she didn’t hear the excited squeals of the women beside her waiting for their lovers and the giggles of the children, ecstatic to see their fathers again. It was only when a woman pushed past her to get a better look at the grinning men, sticking their heads out of the train’s windows, in hopes to spot their families or just to feel the patriotic buzz that the breeze carried in 1945, that she glanced up.
Her eyes shot up as all of her senses stung her at once. The train, the cheering, the rugged, but joyful soldiers. Her eyes darted across the train windows, hoping to spot Bucky early to put an end to all of this stress. She checked once, twice, three times. Nothing. She let out an uneven breath as she tightened her grip on her coat, needing to hold onto something.
And then all the soldiers begin to pile off of the train and something rises in [y/n]’s stomach and she thinks that she’s going to throw up because she watched them all flood onto the platform and she checked every goddamn face one by one as the relieved soldiers were welcomed home and none of them were him. Him. The man that had pined after her for years before she said yes, the man that treated her like she was a fucking angel on earth, the man that had promised her a wedding proposal if he ever made it back.
(His exact words were “when I make it back”, but [y/n] knew damn well that the correct word was “if”.)
It took almost a half hour to get everyone off, but it felt like decades to [y/n]. And when no more soldiers were wrestling to get off the train, [y/n] had yet to see Bucky’s homecoming.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
When your brother knocked on your door you didn’t know
what he wanted but you knew it couldn’t be anything good. Outside of your
bedroom, you can see that your brother is tense “You really need to be dressed
You look down, you are only in Bucky’s shirt but why
does he care “You are married, your wife never borrows your clothes to sleep?”
You asked annoyed and your brother groans changing the subject “Why didn’t you
tell anyone that you are dating The Winter Soldier?”
“Because I’m not, I’m dating Bucky Barnes and why do
you care? What do you want?” You are already sick of this conversation “You are
my little sister, you are lost in life and this needs to stop. Moving to
another state? Dating an assassin? Coming back here for some petty revenge?”
The familiar tap on your window, a random beat each time wakes you from your sleep in your comfy fluffy blanket covered bed. With a slight groan in your sleepy state, you make your way over to your window, seeing Peters familiar figure crouched outside waiting on the balcony staircase.
You open it with your brows raised questioningly, his Spiderman mask is off so you can see his disheveled brown hair and his brown eyes and newly busted lip. You frown and quickly move for him to come in, he silently makes his way in and is soon sitting on your bed facing the way he came in.
“I would ask what happened but I can already assume you slipped up during a fight.” You finally speak walking over to your bedside drawer, getting out the first aid kit you’ve been keeping in there since the first time Peter had shown up with a cut arm.
You’ve known about Peter being Spiderman for about 2 months, you found out because you saw him trying to change out of his costume but getting caught in it by his boxers halfway through and falling straight on his ass. Which led to him frantically trying to explain everything while you just stared at him wide eyed before you yelled.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were spider boy?!”
Which then led to him mumbling a quick. “It’s spiderman… Not spider boy.”
But that was then and this is now, obviously not a lot has changed, you’re still the best of friends but now you know that he is actually badass. Kind of, he is still a complete dork.
“One of the guys took a swing at me while the other held me down, got away, though,” Peter says with a proud smile, and you just roll your eyes before grabbing his chin and dabbing it with a sterile wipe, earning a hiss from him. After inspecting, cleaning and deciding he doesn’t need stitches, you patted his head to tell him you were finished and he jumps off your bed, going to your drawer that has a spare change of clothes for him to change into.
“Thanks, again. Oh, don’t forget we have to work on our Spanish project that’s due this Friday.” He says and you groan in annoyance and fall back on your bed and whine. “Can’t you do it? You’re smart, plus you owe me for doing your English homework last week.”
Peter chuckles and you hear his light footsteps make their way towards you, soon he is laying down on his back next to you. “I would, but this assignment is a lot of work, and you’re better at the writing parts. You’re smart too ya know?”
You huff and turn on your side to face him and he mimics you, with a slight pout you agree. “Fine, but you owe me lunch.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” ———————-
“So who are you going on a date with?” Peter asks, throwing a random ball up and catching it while you fix your hair, you look at him through your dresser mirror and reply. “You remember Matthew from Geometry?”
“That guy?” Peter exclaims in disgust, sitting up and looking at you with wide eyes and he continues. “He dates every girl in school, has sex with them and then just drops them like their nothing.”
“Well, I won’t be that easy. Plus my uncle had set me up with him, apparently, Matthews dad works with him.”
Peter frowns, and grumbles. “If he tries anything-”
“I know I know, you’ll kick his ass. But I will probably beat you to it.” ——————- To Peter: Please come pick me up. He is being horribly creepy.
From Peter: What the hell is he doing?
To Peter: He keeps trying to make a move on me, he’s coming back gtg. Please hurry!!!
“Hey, sorry about that. The line was really long.” Matthew apologizes sitting closer to you in the booth than he originally had, you grimace when he puts his hand your thigh and move it off of you. He gives you a questioning look before throwing his arm over your shoulder and starting up the boring conversation you were having before.
Not even 10 minutes later you see Peter looking in through the restaurant window, soon your phone starts ringing. You look to Matthew and excuse yourself before stepping outside and pretending to answer the phone but you really just go over to Peter who was now leaning against the brick wall of the little restaurant.
“Thank you, so much.” You exclaim to him, he smiles brightly and takes your hand and the two of you quickly hail a cab and go to his place. —————
“He was so touchy, not that I’m against that but like we had just met.” You explain, taking off your jacket and heels you had worn, spreading your feet on the hardwood floor to soothe your sore arches. “And now I have to lie to him and my uncle about what happened.” You huff and fall back on Peters twin bed, all the while peter was watching you rant for a good 10 minutes.
“I’m glad it didn’t go well.” He replies, you furrow your eyebrows and sit up to look at him. “Thanks, means a lot.” You deadpanned, he quickly held up his hands in defense and said.
“Not like that, it’s just- he’s a douchebag and he doesn’t deserve you.”
“You don’t think anyone does, Peter.”
He nods in agreement and he adds with a blush tinting his cheeks. “Well, that’s just because- no nevermind.”
“Oh hell no, you know how much I hate it when people do that. Tell me what you were gonna say.” You demand, standing up to be in front of him. Even though he is taller than you, you still tried to make yourself look like the bigger person.
Peter nervously scratches the back of his neck and he mumbles not looking in your eyes. “I don’t like any of them. Because I want you all to myself.”
To say you were floored would be an understatement, to say you were about to burst with joy would also be an understatement. You just look at his face with wide eyes, your mouth opening and closing to find the words to say. When Peter finally meets your eyes regret fills his eyes.
“I understand if you don’t like me-”
“Shut up.” You interrupt, finally saying something, he opens his mouth to say something put you shush him and put a finger and his lips and you whisper.
“Do you like me too, Peter?”
Peters’ eyes widen and he nods and questions. “Too? You mean you like me too?”
You smile and nod, “Of course you dumbass. I always have, always will.” The smile on Peters’ face doesn’t falter as he puts his hand on your cheek and quickly asks.
“Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”
You swear your heart bursts when his lips finally touch yours, its like they were made to fit yours. Peter breaths into the kiss like it were the most amazing thing he has ever done, which is quite impossible to believe considering who he is. You both smile widely when you pull from the kiss to catch your breaths. Peter tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and he whispers.
“Am I lucky or what?”
You smirk and intertwine your fingers with his and reply with a cheeky wink.