“There’s a Knife” *Bucky Barnes x Reader*
Summary: From a prompt I found over Tumblr and instantly thought of Bucky
Warnings: Blood, knives and swear words
Admins Note: I saw this prompt and instantly had to write it, hopefully this goes up on Saturday, I may not be on throughout the weekend; as in writing, maybe, answering questions as Steve Rogers throughout the weekend but after seeing Civil War… I don’t think I’d be able to handle writing. - Ro
Prompt: “There’s a knife” // “yes” // “in your chest” // “yes” // “oh my god” // “Oh, please, I’m the one who is supposed to go into shock, not you” //
Living with Bucky was about spontaneous moments, now that could mean good and bad moments, random freak out moments but that also comes with random affectionate moments.
You accepted to live with him because Steve asked, plus, you could hold your own being an Avenger and all. You had your own place, Bucky needed to be away from the base as much as possible, it helped him not to always be there and that’s where you came in.
It wasn’t unusual for you to come home to a dark, silent apartment, Bucky preferred to be in the silence most days or just listen and watch you, it can be a little creepy but he never really had anything to say or add into your one sided conversations.
You didn’t expect anything different when walking back to the complex, you figured you may have to pull him out of his head or turn the lights on again. You pushed the front door open, throwing the keys into the bowl and pulling your denim jacket off, walking properly into the apartment you stopped dead in your tracks.
Coffee table smashed to pieces, sofa turned over and gun shots going through your plasma TV, you stand with your mouth agape and it takes you a few seconds to process the mess. You instantly search for the silent assassin treading carefully on broken glass you walk into the kitchen, treated the exact same as the living room.
Knives looked as though they were thrown brutally at the wall, you almost slip and look down, crimson puddle and your heart beats faster; please do not Bucky.
You gulp as you push forward and sigh, another man laid; dead on the floor in a puddle of his own blood and whoever it was… didn’t have a fun time.
“Hydra” A voice mutters into the air and you jump, shrieking and snapping around, clutching your heart as you bend forward and try to regain your breathing as Bucky walks closer to you “somehow found your address, sorry about your stuff, I tried… not to make too much of a mess” his voice was smooth, calm and steady, you frown and nod; racking your eyes across his form, just to make sure he was okay, no injuries or…
“There’s a knife…” you point to the handle sticking out, black gripped handle poking out of his body, pressed deeply and firmly into his body and he nodded.
“Yes” his voice was hard, calm and steady; his face didn’t show any signs of pain or discomfort.
“In your chest” you manage to finish and he nodded, it was sticking right out, you didn’t understand how he could be so cool and controlled over this.
“Yes,” he said again, dipping his head as he watched your face, he didn’t really understand the emotions crossing your face; exactly the same as Steve’s, only, something more was present in each flick of your (E/C) eyes on his body.
“Oh. My. God” you breath and he rolled his steel blue eyes at you.
“Oh, please, I’m the one who is supposed to go into shock, not you,” he says matter of factly, you meet his eyes with raised eyebrows, wide eyes and mouth open slightly at him.
“Fuck, Bucky, we gotta get you to Bruce” you tell him and he shrugs you off, metal hand going up and gripping the handle, you instantly grab a hold of the hand before it can clasp around the black handle and he looks at you; you knew never to touch the arm, only, he was about to make a fatal error
“NO! Pull that knife out, blood will pour out, that’s the only thing that keeping it all in” you explain and he nods slowly “okay?” he frowned and nodded, allowing you to pull him down and out the complex to your car.
“Is he gonna be okay?” You asked Bruce who was helping Bucky, he smiled and nodded, you nodded again and looked down at Bucky who was staring at the ceiling as Bruce stitched him up; like Steve, Bucky could but the knife was preventing him from healing, he smugly looked at you but Bruce did say it was good that you brought him here.
Bucky cast his eyes to you, you were stood over him watching Bruce’s hands, and he understood why Steve would be distressed over this but you? He didn’t really understand, you were told to look and watch after him, why were you so concerned about him?
Steve came into the room and asked Bucky questions, how the guy got in? If Bucky knew him or not, you remained beside him as Bucky answered as best he could, he didn’t know a lot just that the Agent got in and Bucky knew it was either die or kill and he did just that.
Bucky sat up and smiled, Steve began to suggest that you both stay at the base for a few days, they would have to relocate you both now, well that’s what you though till… Steve suggested Bucky moves into the base from now on, you knew this day would come, the day he was able to live basically on his own.
“I want to stay with… (Y/N)” Bucky admitted with a small frown, Steve raised his eyebrows along with you, you held down the smile that threatened to expose the happiness you felt “I think he was there for her, he seemed surprised to see me, I think it’s best if we just stayed living together; I trust her enough” he shrugged, you choked on the air you breathed in, he trusted you?
Bucky didn’t trust a lot of people, Sam Wilson was a stretch, the fact he just outspokenly admitted to trusting you… you were overjoyed, Steve nodded at you both before hugging his friend and you before leaving.
“Are you okay?” you asked, the concern and worry coming back up, he nodded as he pushed himself off the hospital table and was now standing “I don’t understand how you could be so calm? I would have been freaking out; a frigging six-inch knife was in your chest, how do you stay calm about that? You could have died, thank god I showed up in –“you were cut off, silenced actually but Bucky himself, by his mouth to be specific. It was demanding at first, his human hand gripped your forearm, his mouth moulding onto yours in a demanding fast.
Once you relaxed and kissed back, Bucky lets go of your forearm and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him and you filed your fingers through his thick, dark locks and it wasn’t as demanding but slow moving. It was soft, sweet and everything everyone would expect Bucky isn’t, that’s what made it unique and special. It surprised you, even now, he was surprising you.
He pulled back, resting his forehead onto your own, eyes still closed and breathing heavily and once he opened them and connected his steel blues eyes with your own (E/C) eyes, your breathing stopped momentarily. He smiled, it was faint but there, he looked beautiful and you grinned back.
“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while… I think” he tells you, you softly chuckle at him “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t kiss me back” he nervously chuckled, pulling a few inches away from you, you grinned up at him.
“And all it took was a knife to be in your chest”
(Just something I wanted to write forever, managed to get it done in three hours, ready for ME to read when I get out of the cinema for Civil War. This is going up 1pm Saturday GMT around the time I am seeing it, PLEASE NO MESSAGES OR SPOILERS IN THE ASK! Thank you. You can request; headcanons, imagines and one shots by myself and Angie - Rosalee)