Game Of Bones

Oneshot: Another Goodbye

*WARNING: CONTAINS CIVIL WAR SPOILERS*

Note: You were engaged to Bucky before he left for the war and were cryogenically frozen with Steve. In present time, you’ve gone to Wakanda to say goodbye to Bucky once again.

“We’ll figure something out, Buck,” Steve said, shaking Bucky’s hand, “You’ll be back with us in no time,” He smiled before hugging his best friend.

Bucky nodded, “That’s the plan,” He hopped down from the table and walked over to you.

You were leaning against the wall, sniffling as you tried to compose yourself.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky smiled at you, taking his hands in yours and pressing them to his lips.

You looked up at him and began crying harder. Bucky pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head, “It’s okay, Y/N. You know I’ll be safe here,” He whispered to you as he stroked your hair gently.

“I just got you back, Buck, and we’re saying goodbye already,” You mumbled into his chest.

He parted from you slightly to see your face and wiped your tears away from your eyes, “We’ve both waited decades to see each other again, sweetheart, what’s difference is a little more time going to make?” He laughed, trying to cheer you up, “The Wakandan scientists and doctors are the best in the world, Y/N, and T'Challa has told us all that they’ve already gotten to work on finding treatments.”

You mustered up a smile and nodded your head, “And I’ll be waiting here, Buck, until they find a way to help you.”

T'Challa cleared his throat and you turned to face him. He nodded his head at the two of you, “We’re ready for you, Barnes.”

Bucky turned back to you and with his hand still in yours, led you to the machine in the centre of the room.

He hugged Steve one more time before pressing his lips to yours, “I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“I love you too, Buck,” You said as you watched him climb into the chamber.

Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you watched the chamber fill with the gas, Bucky’s eyes lingering on your face until they finally closed.

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

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The Suck-Kovian Accords

I can’t seem to put Civil War out of my mind so I had to type out this quick one shot. Imagine your dating Steve, when the Sokovian Accords are announced. You don’t know if he is right by not signing and you’re not sure if you agree with your father, Tony Stark either. Just a quick, spoiler free Civil War imagine! :D (And yes Sokovian is spelled wrong in the title on purpose.)

It was late at night, most of the Avengers had retired to their rooms, but you couldn’t sleep. The Secretary of Defense had left the compound hours ago and yet the videos he’d played for the team were still flashing through your mind’s eye. Your thoughts turned to Sokovia. You had seen so much destruction in the name of justice. Wanda had even lost her brother. To make matters worst the Scarlet Witch still felt guilty for the most recent incident with Crossbone.

There was certainly enough evidence for the UN, and Tony, to convince the team to sign the Sokovian Accords. Still, there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. Maybe there was some validity to Steve’s side of things too. Civilians didn’t understand the types of difficult choices that faced masks like the Avengers everyday. Was it really the right choice putting so much trust in a suit and tie who could barely comprehend the gravity of their power? There was clearly no correct answer you decided as you drained your coffee cup down to its bottom. 

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Sad Love Story

Reader is in love with Bucky but is too afraid to tell him until it’s too late.

Word Count: 3081 (dang)

A/N: I thought this was pretty crappy but oh well, hopefully you enjoy! (There are a few curse words in there but that’s about it.)

“Hey let’s do something today,” Bucky said, closing his laptop. 

“I thought we agreed that we can’t do anything fun today because I have an essay to write and you have to complete your mission report,” you replied. 

“Yeah well, I’m kind of over it, and I’m not really in the mood to finish this anyways. Plus I really want to spend time with my best friend. Let’s go get some ice cream and watch a movie!” he exclaimed. 

You smiled at his childness before closing your laptop.  “Sounds like a great idea.” 

“Yes!” he said with excitement while closing his laptop.  

You always admired his personality and how he could be so joyful after everything that had happened to him.  You remembered the first day you met Bucky, he was so nervous to even touch you, afraid that he would hurt you like he hurt all those people before.  You remembered the first time you heard Bucky laugh genuinely causing you to laugh along with him.  You remembered the first night Bucky woke up screaming from a nightmare, sweat dripping down his face, his breaths uneven, and his hands clutching onto the bed sheets causing his knuckles to become white.  You remembered hearing his cry causing you to jolt out of bed and rush to his side immediately, comforting him until his breathing went back to normal, until he was no longer shaking.  You remembered those times where he couldn’t sleep and insisted that you stay with him resulting in you playing with his hair and sharing about your day at University.  

You remembered every single moment with him causing you to fall in love with him a little bit more each time.  You knew you should tell him your true feelings, but you knew he didn’t like you the same way.  Your friendship was more important than your true feelings.  

“See you in five,” Bucky said as he walked out of your room with a huge smile on his face.  

You laughed silently to yourself as you prepared yourself for an awesome day with your best friend.

A couple of days later, you and the rest of the team were invited to yet another party hosted by Stark, the only difference was, Bucky was escorting a girl.  She was tall and thin with long brown hair and brown eyes.  She smiled at everyone as she met the entire team.  

“And last but certainly not least, my best friend, (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Megan, my girlfriend.” 

“Oh my goodness, Bucky talks about you all of the time! I’m glad to finally meet you,“ she said shaking your hand. 

“Likewise,” you said with a small smile.  

“Well, I’m going to go get a drink, I’ll be right back,” Megan said before heading to the bar. 

“She’s pretty,” you said just loud enough for Bucky to hear. 

“I know, she’s absolutely amazing (Y/N), she’s everything I want in a woman.  I know you’ll love her too,” he said with a huge smile on his face.  

You smiled back, concealing the pain that was coming from your heart breaking into a million pieces.  You watched as Bucky walked back to his girlfriend who was waiting for him with a glass.  

“You should tell him you know?” Steve said leaning against the table beside you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied quickly, fixing your dress. 

“(Y/N), you know exactly what I mean.” 

“I can’t tell him now!” you exclaimed, “I mean just look at him,” you said pointing at Bucky’s direction, “he looks so happy.” 

“I know, but he deserves to know,” Steve said beginning to walk away from the table, “and if it means anything, I think you’re a much better match for him,” he whispered before walking away.  

You smiled to yourself before returning your attention back to the party.  

Before you knew it, months had passed, and Bucky was still together with Megan.  You were surprised knowing how quickly he would move one girl to another.  Your heart started to break little by little as you heard him talk about just how amazing Megan was or how Megan was absolutely perfect for him.  

You remembered the time Megan had moved into the tower nearly redecorating every room to her desire.  Pictures of the two of them began to pop up in the living room and the dining room making your heart clench in your chest.  

You remembered the first night Bucky had a nightmare when Megan was in the building.  You remembered how you shot out of bed like it was a natural instinct, however by the time you reached his room, you saw Megan by his side comforting him.  You froze realizing you were no longer the only one who could comfort him after a nightmare.  You felt tears building up in your eyes, jealousy and bits of anger filling your mind.  

You decided to let out your frustration by going down to the training room and punching the shit out of a punching bag.  You neglected to tape your hands, hoping that the pain would take your mind off of your aching heart.  

With every blow against the bag, your reflected on each event you had with Bucky causing you to only become more angry.  After what felt like hours, you stopped, your breaths shortening as your forehead leaned against the bag.  

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you heard Bucky ask from behind you.  

You shook your head, not wanting to face him.  “Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep with Megan?” you asked getting some water while avoiding his gaze.  

“I had another nightmare,” he said softly. 

You stopped what you were doing before replying, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“You don’t have to lie, I saw you at my door.  Why are you avoiding me?” he asked making his way towards you. 

“I’m not avoiding you Bucky,” you said quietly, facing him.  

“Bullshit, did I do something wrong? I miss you,” he pleaded grabbing your hand.  

You felt sparks as his hand clung to yours so naturally, your guys’ hands fit perfectly together.  

“Nothing,” you finally replied, “You did nothing wrong.  I just have a lot on my mind right now.” 

“You want to talk about it?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.  

You finally looked up into his eyes, your heart shattering into a million pieces.  You felt your eyes beginning to water before you replied, “I can’t do this,” and walking out of the room leaving both a confused and hurt Bucky behind.  

Ever since that encounter, you decided to move out of the tower and into your own apartment, you couldn’t bare to see the couple walking around everyday. 

“Do you have to go?” you heard Bucky ask from the doorway of your empty room.  

“Yeah, I need to be on my own for a little bit and figure this out by myself.” 

You grabbed the last of your belongings and walked towards Bucky who had a sad look on his face.  Your heart broke even more but you knew it was the right thing for the both of you.  

“You promise you’ll talk about it when you’re ready?” 

You froze, you didn’t know if you’ll ever be ready.  You decided to lie in order to calm some of his nerves by nodding with a small smile on your face.  

“I’ll only be a couple of blocks away, it’s not like I am moving half way across the world or anything,” you said trying to lighten up the mood. 

You couldn’t bear to see Bucky like this.  

He smiled softly before pulling you into a hug, “See you around best friend,” he mumbled into your hair.  

“See you,” you said before leaving his embrace and leaving the tower.  

Years had past and although you and Bucky were still friends, your relationship with each other was holding on by a thread.  You began to become more distant, not just with him but with the entire team.  You would occasionally meet up with him for coffee but your guys’ meeting would only last for about an hour until you had to make an excuse to leave.  

Suddenly one day as you were sorting out your mail that evening, you received a letter in beautiful handwriting.  You opened it, automatically regretting that decision.  The letter in your hand was actually an invitation…an invitation to Bucky and Megan’s wedding.  

You didn’t even know they were engaged.  

“Why didn’t he tell me?” you said to yourself.  

You quickly picked up your phone and called Bucky, part of you wanting to tell him your true feelings, part of you wanting to tell him that this was a mistake and that Megan wasn’t the one for him…that you were.  However, once you heard Bucky’s voice answer, “hello?” all of your thoughts about telling him the truth disappeared.  

“Hi Bucky,” you started quietly. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” he asked, slightly surprised that you were calling him.  

“I just uh,” you froze debating whether or not to tell him the truth, “I wanted to tell you I got the invitation.  Congratulations, why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.  

“I was going to but we weren’t necessarily on good terms.” 

“Oh,” you replied quietly, “Well, I want to let you know that I will be attending. Thank you for inviting me.” 

“Of course, I couldn’t not have my best friend at my wedding,”  he said chuckling.  

You felt your heart shatter once again before you said, “Well all right then, I’ll see you around.” 

“See you,” Bucky replied before hanging up the phone.  

The moment you set your phone down you started to sob, you knew it was too late to tell him about your true feelings.  You sunk down to the floor, leaning against the counter top in your kitchen with your head in your hands.  

“Why didn’t I tell him sooner?” you asked yourself.  

The day you dreaded finally came where you had to put on your best fake smile and act like everything was okay.  You had a plan, after the ceremony, you were going to leave and stay with your sibling.  Your stuff was all packed and ready to go, all you had to do was wait for the “I do’s” and then you would leave this life behind you, forever.  

As you were shrugging your raincoat off of your shoulders, you ran into Steve who was walking around greeting guests for Bucky.  “(Y/N)!” Steve said before giving you a hug, “How are you?” he asked sympathetically. 

“I’ve been better,” you said quietly, “I’m leaving for good after today.  I thought you should know.” 

“What? You can’t just leave, we need you (Y/N).” 

“I can’t keep living like this, I already missed my chance to tell him how I truly felt and now I’m here at his wedding! My heart breaks every time I see him now and I just can’t do it anymore,” you said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.  

“You should tell him,” he said.  

“I can’t tell him now! He’s about to get married!” you exclaimed.  

“(Y/N), he deserves to know, besides you’ll be leaving all of this behind you.  Just write a letter or something and slip it into his room once he leaves.” 

“But I-” you started, immediately being cut off.  

“(Y/N), it’s the right thing to do,” Steve said.  

You sighed and nodded, giving into his advice before searching for a notepad and pen.  Once you were able to get your supplies, you sat down and began to write down your thoughts.  

Once you were done, you decided to head to the room where Bucky was getting ready. Bucky was surprised to see you there.  

“How are you feeling?” you asked as Bucky was putting on his tie.  

“I don’t know, there’s a part of me that’s telling me this is wrong.  But it isn’t, right?” 

You froze at his words, could it be that he had feelings for you as well?  No, there’s no way.  You snapped out of your thoughts before replying, “It’s probably the nerves that comes with getting married.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he mumbled, struggling to tie his tie.  

“Here, let me help,” you said rushing up to Bucky and using your slim fingers to tie the tie perfectly around his neck.  

“Thanks,” he said, smiling.  

“Buck!” Steve said barging into the room.  

Steve smiled at you before saying, “It’s time.” 

“I’ll be out there in a sec,” he replied, Steve nodding at his response and leaving.  

“You ready to become a married man?” you asked, your voice slightly cracking from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“I think so, what’s that?” he asked referring to the piece of paper in your hand. 

“Oh nothing you need to worry about,” you said quickly slipping it into your purse.  

Bucky sighed, straightening his suit and saying, “Time to become a married man,” repeating your words with a smile.  

You smiled back before pulling him into a hug, “Good luck,” you whispered laughing slightly.  

Bucky smiled before leaving you behind in the room.  You pulled the piece of paper out of your purse again and stared at it for a long minute.  You sighed and said to yourself, “It’s for the best,” before leaving it on the table by the mirror.  

You quickly left the room and took a seat in the chapel next to the rest of the team.  Little did you know that Bucky, being the forgetful person that he was, had forgotten his vows and had returned to his room moments after you had left.  

He quickly grabbed what he needed before his eyes landed on your letter on the table.  His name was written in the most beautiful handwriting.  He smiled taking the letter of of the table and opening, assuming it was from his wife to be telling him how excited she was to become Mrs. Barnes.  

However, it was exactly the opposite.  As he read the letter in your recognizable handwriting, he froze.  

Dearest Bucky, 

I know that now is probably the worst time to tell you this but I thought you should know.  For the past 7 years I’ve known you, I have loved you and I still am.  I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and it hurts. I loved you so much that I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by telling you my true feelings.  All of those memories we shared together are ones that I will treasure forever.  I hope you have a great life with Megan, I know she will be the perfect wife for you.  

Love, 

(Y/N)  

Bucky froze, he couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so blind?  He sat down on the chair by the door, his head spinning, questions running through his had at a million miles an hour.  The one question that kept popping up in his head was, who do I really love? 

Suddenly, your face appeared in his head, your smile which always lit up the room, the light in your eyes illuminating your face always causing him to smile as well.  All of those nights where he couldn’t sleep, you were there, all of those nights where he would wake up screaming, you were there to help him, to comfort him.  

“How could I have been so stupid?” he asked himself, “I have to call the wedding off.” 

“Bucky!” he heard Steve yell from the hall way.  

Bucky quickly ran out, running into Steve who had a strong grip on his shoulders, “Let go of me,” he said trying to get out of his grasp.  

“You have to go! Everyone’s waiting for you.” Steve exclaimed dragging him towards the chapel.  

“No you don’t understand!” Bucky replied, fighting his grasp.  

“It’s just your nerves talking,” Steve replied, barging into the chapel with Bucky in hand.  

Bucky quickly turned to Steve, “No, you don’t understand, I have to call the wedding off.” 

“What do you mean call the wedding off?” Steve asked, “You’re just nervous now get up there!” he replied pushing him up to the arch.   

Bucky cursed himself as he fidgeted where he was standing.  His eyes scanned the crowd before they fell on your eyes.  Your eyes were filled with such sadness that he had now just realized.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the way you sat in your dress.  Before he knew it, Megan was standing in front of him, a huge smile on her face.  

His heart broke, he couldn’t hurt her, but he would be living a lie.  “I do,” Megan said with such certainty.  

You grabbed your bag, ready to make a quick exit, ready to leave all of the pain behind.  You waited for the words to slip from his lips.  

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you heard Bucky said.  

You froze, staring at Bucky, his eyes automatically meeting yours.  The rest of the guests gasped in shock and whisper, but all you could focus on was Bucky.  You shook your head before grabbing your bag and running out of the chapel, running away from everyone.  You ran out into the pouring rain now caring about your dress getting ruined, or your makeup smearing down your face.  

But before you could reach the car that you arrived in, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist stopping you in your tracks.  You knew exactly who it was, but you didn’t dare look at his face.  

Bucky turned you around to face him, the rain mixed with your tears making your makeup run down your face.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked softly, his warm breath fanning your face.  

“I was too scared,” you choked out, “you weren’t supposed to read it until after, this isn’t right,” you whispered trying to run off again.  

Bucky kept his grip on your wrist refraining you from turning away.  “No, I’m not going to lose you again, please stay.  I’m sorry for not noticing, I’m sorry for not realizing you were in pain, I’m sorry for not realizing I loved you as well.  You’ve always been there for me, supporting me, caring for me, and I broke your heart in return.  I’m sorry, just please stay so I can fix my mistakes, so I can make things better between us.  I love you.” 

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Hurts like hell (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Y/N and Steve used to secretely date when Steve dies and she had to deal with his death. Based by the song Hurts like hell by fleurie.

A/N:I love that song and I cried during this!

How can I say this without breaking?

You walked out of the cemetery and got in your car. You and Steve met each other four years ago when he woke up from the ice. Since then you loved each other but decided to do it secretely, away from the others. But he died. Yes, being an avenger meant sacrifing your life but you didn’t know it hurts like this.

You’ve seen him dying in front of your eyes and couldn’t do anything. He was by side your many times and saved you several times but you couldn’t return it. From then you only cried. No smiling or laughing. Yes, the others were sad too, but not like you were. You had to take Bucky, Sam and Wanda with you in the car. Wanda knew about you and Steve. She was the only one that could understand you this time.

“Y/N, we know you’re sad about Steve, we all are, but, you need to calm down.” Bucky told you grabbing your shoulder with his human arm.

How can I say this without taking over?

“I can’t, Bucky. Steve was my.. Friend. How can I calm down?” You couldn’t see well and you were tired.“Sam can you take the weel for me please? I’m not in position to drive right now.” He nodded and sat in the front sit. Wanda wrapped her arms around you to calm tou down.

How can I put it down into words?

“It was all my fault.” You murmured.

“No Y/n. It wasn’t your fault. Please stop saying that.” Sam said giving you a small smile and brushing circles with his fingers on your knee.

An image popped in your mind. Steve was returning from a mission back to the tower and you decided to go see of everything was alright. He was badly hurt and you cried. He reassured you with a hug and a kiss. “Y/n, love, it’s alright. I will never leave you. I will be here with you always” were his words. It made you cry even more. Your sobs filled the car.

When it’s almost too much for my soul alone.

The cars stopped outside of the tower leaving the twelve avengers move back to their dorms. Natasha and Clint sat at the kitchen talking, Tony, Bucky, Sam looked shocked. They just lost their friend and said the last goodbye to him. Bruce, Thor, James and The Vision were drinking their coffee to the balcony Steve loved and Pietro was sleeping in his room. Wanda helped you get in your room and then you locked all the doors so you could be alone.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Steve was the person for you. The man you trusted. The man you loved. And now you lost him. Since the day you met him he was kind and sweet with you. The day he passed away was the day you were going to tell the others about your relationship but never did. You remember not many things from that day. He stroked your cheek, kissed your lips, got out of the quinjet, fought, him laying in the ground murmuring that he loves you. After this everything went blank. Only tears.

And It hurts like hell

Was there life without him? Without his smile? Without his touch, his beautiful blue eyes looking into yours? His kisses and hugs? Oh no. Everything hurted and reminded you of him. Everytime you walked out of his room you stayed outside the door leaning against the wood. It still smelled like him. Everytime you walked to the gym his locker was there waiting for him to open it and grab his cold water but not anymore. Yesterday Tony replaced it with a collage of photos of all the Avengers with him. Your favorite was the one were you were together. The picture was taken the day the two of you got together.

Yeah it hurts like hell

You decided to open the radio. The music would calm you down, people said. It worked on Bruce the most of the times. But how could it calm you down when Steve’s and yours favorite song played? It was the song the two of you danced before he died. You were in his room when the song played and the two of you danced for hours. But moments like this don’t stay forever.

I don’t want them to know the secrets.

You remembered the talk you had with Steve. Two days before you lost him. You had a talk about how you would tell the team about you. About your love. Steve didn’t want to do something to bring you in a hard position. He wanted the best for you. But now he’s gone. Never coming back.

I don’t want them to know the way I loved you

You also had an argument. You would never forget that. He wanted to tell everything to the team about you. Make clear that you were his and nobody else’s. But you didn’t. You wanted them to start having hints. Like a treasure hunt. Love hunt.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

And It hurts like hell

Dreams Fight with machines

He was at the hospital. Laying on that bed without moving. You touched him for the last time. Then he took his last breath. You shouted at the doctors to come and help but they couldn’t do anything. The next thing you remembered was the team trying to hold you from falling of the roof of the tower. They didn’t understand you.

Inside my head like adversaries.

Come wrestle me free. Clean from the war

Lost in your thoughts you started shouting, panicking now. The lock of the door didn’t stop Tony and Pietro bursting in to see what was going wrong. You were laying on the floor crying. They came next to you and helped you get up. Then they took you to the kitchen.“Y/N you haven’t eaten for days. Just eat something.” Pietro said offering you a bowl with cornflakes. “Y/N, you need to tell us what’s going wrong.” Tony asked. Can they understand me?No.

Your heart fits like a key.

Into the lock on the wall.

I turn it over, I turn it over

You walked out of the kitchen and stood to Steve’s balcony. Were you given your first kiss. Finally a place to be alone.

But I can’t escape.

Afraid that you would do something stupid like the first time Thor and Natasha took you in holding you and not leaving. They think I am crazy? I’ve lost it?. They sat you at the couch and started asking you question you couldn’t reply.

I turn it over, I turn it over

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

I Loved you and I loved and I lost you

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Everyone was in shock. Noone was moving or talking. They just looked behind you. You looked around. Steve was behind you. Alive. You ran to his hug. Tears in your eyes. Then you kissed him deeply. The grip around you tightening.

“Hey sweetheart”

And It hurts like hell

Omg so cooool

MCU + 2019 calendar. End of an era.

That Time of Year - Bucky Barnes x (f) Reader

Words: 1152 Paring: Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader Warnings: swearing, but is that a surprise? Requested by @sexymackstan “May I have an imagine where you’re not an Avenger and its Christmas time and you put up this tree, you are pregnant with twins, but your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t know? You planned to tell him on Christmas Day and he plans to propose to you on that day as well. He has everyone over that day and has a priest come and marry you both on New Years Eve. Make it super fluffy and adorably cute, because bucky with children would be super adorable. lol” A/n: you know at the beginning of this I was all “no Lilly don’t use pronouns make it readable by everyone” but then about halfway through it hit me, “lilly you can use pronouns because the reader gets pregnant.” I also saw Civil War again today- man the feels were big. I found many Easter eggs that I am still freaking out about. Oops.

Masterlist. 

Bucky was very enthusiastic about Christmas.

And he was very not okay with having a store bought tree. He even said that even though he’s  very much so in the future, he was going to have a real fucking tree.

And even though Bucky used to be The Winter Soldier and worked with the Avengers, he decided you (who is not anything like an Avenger) was worth more.

So you and Bucky went to find a tree. And it was much more stressful than you expected. And it was even more stressful because you were feeling like you were going to throw up every minute in the morning.

But you toughed it out long enough to see Bucky running around like a little kid, and picking out the perfect tree.

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Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.