A/N: Hey guys!! So I have nothing much to say about this one except enjoy!!😊
Request: Would you do an imagine with Bucky from his POV where he fell in love with a Girl who works at the compound but he thinks she sees him as a Monster so everytime he sees her he gives her a shy smile before hurrying away. What he doesnt know that she also likes him. So one day she surprises him with self-made Muffins after his Training and they finally talk and are totally comfortable around each other. Then Buck asks her out on a proper date where they also have their first kiss? Hope it’s ok :)
Bucky walked past the training room twice
in an hour, purposely walking slower as he passed the entrance, looking in to
find you. He had been doing this for the past two months and he felt stupid
every time he did it, but yet he couldn’t help it.
Ever since the first time he saw you, he
couldn’t seem to look away, you were beautiful and the way he saw you interact
with others, you looked kind and attentive to what they said. However, Bucky
didn’t dare to go up to you, knowing that you’ll see him how everyone else sees
him. A man who can’t control himself. A monster.
As he walked past this time, you happened
to look up, noticing him. Bucky gave you a small smile before quickly walking
away, unconsciously pulling his sleeve down to cover his metal arm.
Is the celebration promp thing or still open? I'd like 58 and/or 59 and/or 60 with Bucky... or Stucky. I know it's not in there but it's worth a try. 😋 and 😘 and 😎
My sweetheart, of course! Yours were the last request to be sent before the deadline!
58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.” 59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”
Even with the conditioning broken, it’s a rough path back to some kind of normal, and sometimes Steve wonders if there even is a normal anymore. Normal is a strange concept. It is rations and art classes, dance halls and sickness. It is technology and conspiracies, a warfare he has had to struggle to wrap his head around. It is Bucky back in his life, but neither of them is who they once were.
It’s hard to imagine any kind of normal, any kind of regular life during the nights when Bucky wakes screaming on the floor, refusing the both the bed and the couch. Sometimes, Steve will wake up in the middle of the night, torn from his own set of horrors, only for his heart to break when he spots Bucky curled up on the floor. His body shakes, the thin blanket clutched tightly in his fists, brow furrowed.
Tonight is rough for both of them. Steve’s pulled from crashing the Valkyrie, his back drenched in cold sweat, only to hear Bucky’s hoarse screams the next second. He’s out of his bed in seconds, wrapping himself around Bucky, quietly whispering his name into his ear to coax him out of his mind.
It goes as it always goes.
Disorientation. Disbelief. Disillusion.
“Где я? Кто ты?”
“Stevie, what- No, no, you’re not here, you’re dead- They told me-”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be here. Steve, please, let me go, I’m not worth it.”
Tonight is rough on both of them, because Bucky can’t seem to pull himself out of it, wrenching away from Steve to restlessly pace, muttering to himself and eyeing the door with apprehension. Tonight is rough, because Steve is not sure if it would be better to hold Bucky tight and keep him here, or if he should let him run.
“Buck, please, I… If you want to leave, we can, I’ll come with you,” he pleads, still sitting on the floor where Bucky’s discarded blanket lies draped over his lap.
Bucky’s head snaps to focus his gaze on Steve. “Jesus Christ, Steve, you think I’d do that to you? You think I’d drag you down with me? Shit… Don’t you see? They broke me! They broke me and I can’t- You can’t come with me. You’ll end up dead, and you’re too important, you’re too-”
“Hey…” Slowly, Steve gets up, careful to let Bucky see every movement, give him time to react. “I’m not. I’m not important. I’m still the idiot getting beat up. You’re not a monster, Buck. I’d come with you. Hell, I’d die for you.” He can’t resist the dark chuckle that spills from him. “Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”
The pacing stops, Bucky’s body stilling and his gaze holding Steve’s in solemn contemplation, watching him approach.
“I don’t wanna go, punk. I really don’t, but this… I’m tired, Stevie. They say it’s over, but they don’t see this. Just because HYDRA can’t get me back in line doesn’t mean I’m not dangerous. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be among people, but damn it, I can’t leave you. I don’t want to lose you again.”
Steve smiles, lip quivering because why. Why did the world have to break the one good thing in his life, this beautiful man who was, is, will be his everything? Bucky’s breathing has calmed down, almost back to baseline of steady inhales and exhales when Steve winds his arm around Bucky’s neck, bringing him in close. If given a choice, this is what Steve would give up everything else for. If he had to pick a battle, a war, any old alley way fight to wrestle with the rest of his life, it would be this one; He’ll fight the world for Bucky, and he needs him to know it.
“What do you want, Bucky? Do you want to leave? It’s okay, you can, but I hope you know I’ll be following. And if you don’t want to, tell me. Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”
The way Bucky deflates against him should not bring him this much joy, but it does because Bucky’s finally letting go, the last of whatever nightmare claimed him relinquishing him back to Steve’s arms. He’s being hugged tight in return, his very body a reaffirmation of reality. When he finally speaks, his voice is muffled, lips moving against the crook of Steve’s neck.
“You know I’d never do that, Steve. I’d never leave you. Not again. Not ever.
“I know, Buck. C’mon, it’s still early. Let’s get back to bed.”
Bucky hesitates when Steve lets go of him, but Steve merely plucks a pillow from his bed before settling on the floor next to the spot that has been Bucky’s for months. It softens something in Bucky’s expression, tiredly joining him, sweeping the blanket over the both of them not so much for warmth but for the small sense of safety it provides. Together in that small enclosed paradise, he can relax, drift and know he’ll wake up still being himself.
Summary: Bucky Barnes has a crush on you, but you don’t really give him the time of day. However, he’s not giving up.
Word Count: 869
A/N: Just a random story idea I had to write out. I hope you guys like it!
“Hey (Y/N)!” Bucky greeted while he walked in the laboratory, his award-winning smile spreading across his face as he sauntered your way. Judging by the shocked look on your face, he knew he caught you unexpectedly (and undesirably), but he was still willing to give this opportunity a go. Ever since you started working as Bruce Banner’s assistant, Bucky started to have feelings for you and tried to find ways to capture your attention, to have you talk to him. You were quite hard to impress, but Bucky was not giving up on you. “How are you?”
Instead of giving him a proper answer, you quickly gathered your belongings together and scrambled out of the room, mumbling that you had some work to do. Alone in the laboratory, Bucky slumped his shoulders and sighed, cursing to himself. To him, it was clear that you had no interest in him, but he couldn’t shake off his affection towards you. He hated himself for liking someone who wouldn’t give him the time of day, but he still wanted you.