Misfire [Chap. 4]- Ending.
Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.
Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!
a/n: well this is it! the end! thank you so much for all your responses and support and ahhhhhh i love oyu guys so much!!
i can’t believe i actually finished a series that i started holy shit
Bucky had never felt more defeated in his life as he stared at you while you laughed, tipping your head back at Tony’s final successful attempt of lighting a bonfire.
“AHA! Fuck you, I win!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at the fire which crackled vibrantly. “Alright; who’s ready for s’mores!”
Your face was illuminated by the orange light of the fire in front of you, a wide grin stretched over your face. You looked positively radiant and Bucky could feel himself smile the most dopiest smile ever.
His hair was still slightly damp, but he carelessly pushed it out of his face. He probably looked like the Loch Ness monster.
By the time you both had dragged yourselves out of the lake, Sam and Wanda were waiting at the bank with towels which you gratefully accepted. Sam rolled his eyes at Bucky when you weren’t watching, wondering how on earth he could have accomplished the marvellous feat of 3 unsuccessful attempts of asking you out.
The two of you had changed into your spare change of clothes, and joined the team as they set up a campfire near the shore of the water.
“If you’re making my s’more, I don’t want any,” Sam said quickly as Bucky reached for a cracker. Bucky rolled his eyes at him.
“Nonsense. Bucky makes the best s’mores. Why don’t you make one for Y/N?” Tony prompted him. Bucky’s eye twitched as he wondered what the fuck was wrong with him.
“I’d love one,” you said, smiling at Bucky who almost dropped the marshmallow in his hand at your gaze.
“What if a bear appears?” Wanda mused.
“We’ll sacrifice Bucky to him.” Sam earned a whack on his head from Bucky at that.
“Bucky would probably fight the bear.” Tony shrugged, earning a snort from Sam.
“Oh no. This mother fucker won’t just fight him. He’s going to be dramatic as fuck as always. He’d be shirtless and he’d probably be wrestling the damn thing,” Sam chided, which soon turned into a groan as Bucky hit him harder this time, blushing profusely as you giggled.
“Are any of you going to sing campfire songs? Sam brought his guitar.” Wanda asked, a smile playing at her lips.
“As a matter of fact, you know what? Bucky does know how to play and sing!” Sam clapped his back, making him choke on piece of chocolate.
“You know how to play?” you asked in surprise, missing the pleading look he gave you.
“He knows all the classics! Elvis, Queen, Phoebe Buffay!” Sam winked at him, pulling up his guitar and placing it into Bucky’s lap.
“Hey Wanda. Can you come with me to get some firewood?” Tony asked, quickly glancing at Bucky who smiled meekly at him.
“Don’t we have enough?” She gestured to the lardge unused pile next to them.
“Oh little one, how inexperienced you are.” He forced a laugh, throwing an arm around her shoulder and tugging her away gently.
“Well, when nature calls, you gotta go to nature. I’ll be back,” Sam declared, standing up and striding away, ignoring the shouts of “Too much information!”.
Bucky awkwardly strummed the guitar on his lap, saying a silent prayer that his voice didn’t crack or his grip on the instrument didn’t actually break it.
“You don’t have to play if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” you said gently. Damn it, you were making it harder and harder for him to not fall in love with you.
He just smiled softly, letting his fingers sit on the chords Sam had taught him earlier in these two weeks.
“A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.” He couldn’t help but feel the heat crawl up his neck. Okay, you didn’t looked repulsed so far. He was doing fine.
“I was praying that you and me might end up together.”
From a distance, Tony and Wanda looked on, an excited grin on Wanda’s face while Tony furrowed his eyebrows.
“Barnes is on fire right now.” Tony stared blankly.
“I know right!” Wanda said with a smile.
“No, no. You don’t understand. He literally is on fire right now.” Tony pointed at his Bucky’s leg. Flames had travelled up to nearly his shin, and the dork didn’t even realise as he forced himself to go on with the song.
“Tony, what the hell! You couldn’t have told me earlier?!” Wanda jumped up from where she was sitting and ran forward. “BUCKY! YOU’RE ON FIRE!”
“I said the same fucking thing and you didn’t believe me,” Tony grumbled, jumping up as well.
Bucky’s attention suddenly moved to Wanda running towards him, screaming something wildly. He furrowed his eyebrows but his fingers kept strumming the guitar.
“YOU’RE ON FIRE RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, gathering even your attention.
“I KNOW, HE SOUNDS AMAZING!” you yelled back, trying to stop him from discontinuing the song. Bucky hoped you wouldn’t see the blush on his face.
Suddenly you heard wild laughter from behind you, as Tony doubled over, unable to compose himself.
“NO, LOOK AT HIS LEG!” She was about 50 metres away. Bucky stopped singing finally (to your disappointment), both of you turning to look at what she was gesturing to.
“Oh,” Bucky said, finally seeing the cause of the heat on his legs. His eyes widened. “Oh. OH. OH SHIT. OH SHIT.”
“Oh fuck!” You leapt to your feet, pulling the guitar away and almost throwing it away.
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT,” Bucky cursed as he blew on it, his mind not exactly working at the moment.
“YOU DON’T BLOW ON FIRE, YOU IDIOT! THAT INCREASES THE FLAME!” Tony’s voice was distant but clear.
“THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!” He usually would have known what to do but the panic in the moment got to him, and all he could do was flail around like a chicken.
“STOP, DROP AND ROLL!” Wanda chanted, making him look at her with his eyes wide open in fear.
“IF I ROLL ANYWHERE, I’M ROLLING INTO THE DAMN FIRE.” He hopped around on one leg, metal arm furiously patting at the fire which had not yeat burnt him due to the thick material of his pants.
“Okay, movie away, rookies.” Sam pushed through you and Wanda, moving towards Bucky who didn’t even notice him coming as he jumped dangerously on the edge of the water.
“Bucky,” Sam said, making him look up just for a second before Sam’s hands pushed at his chest, making him shriek slightly as he lost his balance, falling straight into the lake for the second time that day.
At least the fire was out, right?
He pushed himself deeper into his sleeping bag, hoping it would warm him up a little more, but to no avail.
He stared at the top of his tent in silence. All of you had retreated to your respective tents after his incident.
His hair was clinging to his forehead and there was a fly in his space which he wanted shoo away but was unable to do because he couldn’t move because he was so damn cold and-
His head shot up as someone rapped on the front of his tent.
“If you’re a bear, then just come in and kill me. I won’t fight you,” he groaned, pushing his head under his sleeping bag.
If it was a bear, Sam would be right about one thing. Bucky would be fighting him shirtless since he had used his spare change of clothes today and had nothing left to wear. He couldn’t borrow Tony’s, or Sam’s because their clothes would be too small for him.
When he heard nothing until a second rap at his ‘door’, he curiously peeked out of his mini bed, sliding out and crawling to the front and unzipping the opening.
“Y/N?” he asked, confused as you stood there impatiently, arms crossed over your chest.
“Move over,” you commanded, trying to maintain your composure.
Bucky was suddenly very aware of his nearly naked form but complied anyway, unzipping the rest of it and pushing it, allowing you to come in.
You bit your lip, finally noticing his attire- or rather, lack of attire-, his back muscles clenching gloriously as he twisted to close his door again.
He was only in his boxers, and was probably dying of the cold.
His eyebrows were furrowed slightly as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here- mmpf!”
You cut him him off silently, pushing your lips against his, hands cupping his jaw. He froze momentarily, eyes blown open wide as his mind raced to register what was happening.
Just before he was about to do anything, you pulled away, leaving a sting of sudden loneliness as you looked straight into his eyes with a smile. His jaw was slightly open and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and holy shit he had never felt more alive.
“Wanda told me.” You breathed out.
“Whaa..?” His mind had sirens going off, butterflies were attacking his stomach and he just couldn’t understand what was going on because it was too much for his poor mind.
“How have you not given up yet?” You couldn’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling.
“Uhh- I- uhh- I’m never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down?” He mentally smacked himself three hundred times once he realised what was the first thing he said coherently.
“You are unbelievable. I can’t believe you just Rickrolled me in the middle of a conversation.” You only laughed harder, bringing a stupid fluttering to Bucky’s heart.
With a damn burst of courage he didn’t know he possessed, he leant forward to kiss you softly, effectively stopping your laughter.
A blush overtook his face as he felt you move your lips with his gently, making him weak in the knees.
His hand reached behind your neck and within a second you flipped both of you over so that you were straddling his hips, hands caressing his face while his ran fervently up and down your sides, lips never once leaving yours.
And Lord, Bucky swore he felt like he could fly with how much happiness and adrenaline
and testosterone was coursing through his veins, until-
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” he muttered suddenly, making you break away from the best feeling you had experienced in a long time to look at him in alarm.
“I think there’s a rock under me.” He looked at you sheepishly as you gave a sigh, can’t help the smile that grew at the dork in front of you. “I’m sorry.”
“How do I put up with you?” you asked him playfully, poking at his chest.
“And yet you’re here, in my tent, on me-” you couldn’t help but giggle as he turned the both of you around so that he was hovering over you now, a breathtaking grin on his face.
“I had to save you from yourself. Next time you tried to ask me out, you’d have probably died. I’m currently saving your life.” You smirked at him, watching him groan. “I mean, how many times did you try? One time with the flowers-”
He pressed his lips to yours, unable to muffle out the laughter that erupted from you.
“One time with the letter-” you continued as he tried to shut you up by kissing you slowly, languidly again, but you weren’t going to let this go so easily.
“One time with the boat-” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“And the one with the song. You wanna know what my personal favourite was?” you gave a faltering breath when he planted a kiss on the base of your neck. You could almost feel the smirk on his lips.
“I do not want to know that.” His lips travelled downwards, making it increasingly hard to pay attention.
“Well, my favourite was-”
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