Fifth Time’s the Charm (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.
Word Count: 2,499
Warnings: Fluff, like one curse word
A/N: Okay I know I said that the next imagine that would be posted would be a requested one but this popped up into my head today and I just HAD to write it! I hope you all enjoy! FYI, (E/C) means ‘eye color.’
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That was just one of the many adjectives that James Buchanan Barnes would use to describe you.
Intelligent. Charming. Motivated. Determined. Kind, oh so kind.
James Buchanan Barnes was so in love with you.
Or in other words:
Whipped. Smitten. Infatuated. Enamored. So desperately head-over-heels in love with you.
Yeah, Bucky was in trouble. Why was he in trouble? He could not gain enough courage to admit his feelings to the love of his life. So, he set up a little challenge for himself. Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.
Oh, God, Bucky thought nervously as he decided to go through with this plan. This better work.
The first chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at one of Tony’s famous parties.
The night was beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, allowing all of the stars to finally emerge and shine brightly. It wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold. It was just perfect.
And there you were, sitting in your gorgeous navy blue dress that showed off all the right things, at the bar. And you were talking to another man.
Bucky was immediately filled with panic. Thoughts of oh, no. I’m too late, were running rampant through Bucky’s mind as he watched the man flirt with you.
And to make it even worse, you were flirting back.
When the man finally left to go somewhere else, Bucky seized his chance.
Striding up to you, Bucky said the first thing that came to his mind: “Hiya.”
‘Hiya’?! Bucky thought angrily to himself. When did I start saying ‘hiya’?!
Trying to regain his cool, Bucky quickly cleared his throat as you giggled behind your hand.
“Hey, Bucky,” You smoothly said. “What’s up?”
“The ceiling,” Bucky quickly said before reddening. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Bucky chastised himself.
Giggling once more, you gently nudged his arm. “No, seriously. What’s up?”
Breathing deeply, Bucky carefully thought out his next words. “Oh, nothing. Hey, um, (Y/N), there’s something I want to tell you…”
“What is it?” The hope was evident in your voice.
Mustering up all the courage Bucky could find, Bucky asked “Can we go somewhere else, first?”
With a nod of your head, you were about to walk away when the man from before walked back towards you.
“I got lost on my way to the bathrooms. This place is a maze!” He exclaimed, earning a forced laugh from you. Sensing that the moment and his chance was gone, Bucky stepped back.
“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)…” Bucky mumbled as he turned away from you and his first chance.
The second chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was during a mission.
You and Bucky were paired up together (Bucky had to restrain himself from shouting with joy when he heard that he would be with you on this mission) and things were going smoothly.
Until someone decided to detonate the bombs early.
With a deafening boom!, the building above you and Bucky began to shake violently. Grasping onto your hand, Bucky led the way out of the crumbling building as you ran for your lives.
Huffing and puffing next to an abandoned building, the two of you tried to catch your breath. Everything around you was covered in a cloud of smoke and debris. If you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t of been able to tell that it was Bucky who was holding your hand so tight because of how bad the cloud was around you.
“Bucky, we need to get out of here,” You coughed, bringing your other arm to your face in attempt to block the thick smoke from entering your lungs.
“I know, Doll, I know,” Bucky reassured, eyes flitting back and forth. “I’ll get you out, I promise, I’ll get you-”
But Bucky was cut off once more by another bomb detonating inside the building next to you. The ringing in your ears was deafening as Bucky pulled you away from the ruined building into the safety of the tree line.
“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?! Are you okay?!” Bucky shouted, but you couldn’t hear him. The previous bomb had knocked out your hearing.
“(Y/N), listen to me,” Bucky said as he dragged you away from the battle that was raging in the city. Things were getting bad, really bad, in a short amount of time. “(Y/N), if we don’t make it, I need to tell you something.”
You knew Bucky was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him. The smoke was clouding your vision too, so much so that you couldn’t even read his lips.
“(Y/N), I-” But Bucky was cut off once again. Vision had found the two of you, right when the battle was getting near to you. Picking the both of you up, he flew you back to the awaiting quinjet.
And just like the abandoned city below, Bucky’s second chance of admitting his feelings to you were blown to pieces.
The third chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at the pool party being thrown just for the Avengers.
It was a very stressful past couple of weeks, so to give everyone a chance to relax, Clint was throwing a pool party at his house.
Bucky had spent the entire day trying to gain the nerve to talk to you. After seeing you in your swimsuit, Bucky’s eyes almost popped straight out of his head at the sight of you. You were absolutely stunning in that black bathing suit. Bucky could barely take his eyes off of you.
So, with a little pep-talk he gave to himself, Bucky decided to go tell you how he felt. Walking towards you, careful not to slip in the puddles around him, Bucky finally reached you. You had just stood up from your lounge chair and you were readjusting everything so that it was more comfortable to you.
Seeing Bucky in the corner of your eye, you spun towards him. “Hey, Sarge.”
Oh, God, Bucky gulped. He absolutely loved it when you called him that.
Smiling reassuringly at him, you waited patiently for him to snap out of his reverie.
“Oh, hey. Look, there’s something I have been trying to tell you lately…” Bucky said, blue eyes drifting to your (E/C) ones.
“Okay, well I-” But that was all Bucky got out before he was grabbed by the ankle and pulled into the cold water.
Swimming back up to the surface, Bucky pushed back his soaking wet hair as he glared menacingly at Sam who had just pulled him in.
“Dude, what the hell?!” Bucky yelled at Sam, who was laughing.
“Payback,” He said with a devilish grin as he quickly swam away. Looking back up at you, Bucky saw that you were already pulled into a conversation with Thor.
And there went chance number three, Bucky thought dejectedly to himself as he grabbed onto the nearest inner tube, floating away from you.
Bucky was getting desperate by the time chance number four came around. This chance came in the form of a spur-of-the-moment camping trip, suggested by none other than his best pal, Steve.
So there you all were, hiking up the mountain side to your campsite because “driving there would just be too easy.”
Sometimes, Bucky really hated Steve.
After hiking up a mountain all day, you all had finally reached your campsite. The entire group was tired and cranky, Bucky included. All Bucky wanted to do was take a nap, preferably with you by his side.
As the day ended and as tired Avengers retreated to their tents, the only two that were left around the campfire were you and Bucky. The night had grown cold, which Bucky was now thankful for, because you were snuggled up into his side as the two of you watched the flames flicker.
As sounds of owls and other creatures hooted and bustled around you, the crackling of the fire calmed you as you gazed up at the night sky.
“Which constellation is that one?” You yawned out as you laid down on the ground, pointing to the night sky. Following your lead, Bucky laid down next to you on the blanket.
“Which one?” Bucky asked, cheeks growing red because you had laid your head on his chest.
“Oh, that’s Orion,” Bucky answered as you squinted to try to make out the form of a man.
“Oh, I see it now. What about that one?”
“That’s Leo,” Bucky said as he grabbed your hand. Directing your hand, he had you point out a specific constellation. “And that’s Canis Major.”
“You’re so good at this, Buck,” You yawned, burying your face into his chest.
Heart quickening, Bucky realized that this was his fourth chance.
“(Y/N), I’m just going to say this. I love-” Interrupted by a subtle snore, Bucky’s words fell from his mouth as he realized that you had fallen asleep.
“Sleep tight, Doll.” Bucky whispered to you as he gently kissed the top of your head. With a sigh, Bucky closed his eyes as his fourth chance twinkled out of existence, just like what will happen to the many stars above you.
The fifth and final chance that Bucky had to admit his feelings came on an ordinary day.
The two of you were sprawled out on the couch watching Bucky’s favorite show, Friends. You, of course had introduced Bucky to the wonders of Netflix. So there you two were, slouched on the couch in your sweats, watching Netflix.
Bucky loved Friends. He loved all of the characters and he loved comparing the characters in the show to his teammates. For example, Sam was a lot like Janice because he annoyed Bucky so much, just like how Janice annoyed Chandler. Sometimes, though, Bucky wasn’t Chandler. A lot of the time he was Ross. And just like what was happening to Ross in the episode that Bucky was watching, they both couldn’t admit their feelings to the love of their life.
Glancing down to you, Bucky took in your natural beauty. Hair messy and no makeup on, this was Bucky’s favorite version of you. Because you were just being his favorite person in the whole world, you.
Laughing at the show, your laughter snapped Bucky out of staring at you.
“What?” You asked, finally noticing that Bucky was looking at you.
This is it, Bucky thought as he paused the show.
“Why’d you stop it?”
“(Y/N), just listen to me for a second,” Bucky started with a shaky breath. Eyes locked onto yours, Bucky grabbed your hand. “I find you incredibly beautiful.”
Heat rushing over your body, you go to protest but Bucky stops you.
“I know you don’t think so, and it kills me every time you say something mean about yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful person in the whole world. Not only are you beautiful, but you are intelligent, charming, motivated, determined, and kind, oh so kind. You make my days so much better just by existing. And right now, I am freaking out a lot but I need to tell you this,” mustering up all the courage that he had used in the past four attempts, Bucky finally did it. “I love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts when I am not near you. It hurts when I see you flirting with another man. It hurts when I think about how I could one day lose you. It hurts when others come between us. And it really hurts when you don’t realize that you shine more brightly than all of the stars in the universe combined. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just needed to tell you. Tell you that I love you.”
Once Bucky finished, the room was filled with complete silence as you gaped at him. Nervousness and panic filled Bucky when you didn’t say anything. All you did was stare up at him, mouth hanging slightly open.
“Please,” Bucky pleaded, gulping back his panic. “Say something.”
Bucky was met with more silence until your melodic voice broke through.“W-who told you that I didn’t love you?”
Shock hitting Bucky like a tidal wave, it was his turn to stare at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”
“I said,” You started, gaining confidence. “Who told you that I didn’t love you?”
Finally registering your words, Bucky’s eyes widened in shock. “Y-you love me?”
Face breaking out into a smile, you nodded at Bucky whose own face broke out into a smile.
Hands reaching out, Bucky grabbed your face and pulled it towards his as he placed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. And boy, did it feel good. Bucky had almost moaned at the feeling of your lips against his. They were beautifully shaped, molding perfectly to his as one of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your own hands went up to his hair, intertwining themselves in his chocolate brown locks as you smiled into this kiss. You could feel your heart soaring to the heavens as Bucky smiled into the kiss too. You had pulled away for a short moment to catch your breath, only to be pulled back in as your lips crashed against his again. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, as close as he could get to you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to get even closer to him. The kiss was deepened with a swipe of Bucky’s tongue against your bottom lip to which you gladly accepted.
Every time the both of you pulled away, you found yourself instantly pulled back into each other. The kisses were never ending as Bucky cradled your face in his hand. Pulling back breathless, your sweet breath fanned across Bucky’s face past your bruised lips. Chest heaving, Bucky rested his forehead against yours as you tucked pieces of his hair behind his ear.
“About time, Barnes,” You giggled as he placed a quick peck to your lips.
“What do you mean?” He asks with a goofy smile as he gazes at you in a bliss.
“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to say something. Why didn’t you try before?”
“Doll, I’ve been trying. Guess these past four times I’ve been trying to tell you just weren’t the right time.” Bucky smiled as his thumb swiped across your cheek.
“You mean all this time, you’ve been trying to tell me that you loved me?” You said, shock crossing your features.
“Doll,” Bucky chuckled, pulling you down for another kiss. “You have no idea.”