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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 15

Summary: also you and Bucky bonding. Your way ;)

“Crochet, huh?” Bucky said, eyeing the hooks as if they were alien technology. “Isn’t that like, knitting or something?” Sitting in the living room with a bag full of yarn and crochet hooks, you couldn't be more happy. Bucky, on the other hand, looked like he was facing a particularly complex enemy tactic and you were loving. “No, it’s way cooler. You’ll see.” you handed him a hook. “This is going to be so fun!”

Bucky held the hook awkwardly. “Do you know I have a metal arm, right?”

You started with the basics, showing Bucky how to make a slip knot. After several tries and some swearing, Bucky finally managed it, a stupid grin on his face. “Now, we chain stitch,” you instructed patiently. Bucky’s brow furrowed in concentration, but every stitch he made was either too tight or too loose. Yarn tangled around his metal arm, creating a messy web. “I think the yarn is attacking me,” he grumbled. You couldn’t stop laughing. “Don't worry, Bucky. It’s not out to get you.”

“That’s what they want you to think,” Bucky muttered, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.

An hour in, and the soldier's first attempt at a crochet square looked more like an abstract art piece. You couldn't hold your laughter every time Bucky groaned in frustration. “This was supposed to be relaxing,” he said, half-amused, half-exasperated, untangling his fingers yet again. “It’s about the journey, not the destination,” you quipped, showing off your own perfectly crafted square. Bucky looked at it square, then at his own. “You kicked me when I said that to you at the gym."

Despite the challenges, Bucky refused to give up. He started getting the hang of it, his stitches becoming more even, the square gradually taking shape. You watched, impressed and slightly surprised. “You’re actually getting good at this,” you admitted, faking disappointment. Bucky looked proud, “Doll, I’m a super soldier. I can handle a little knitting.”

"This is not knitting!"

Eventually, Bucky finished his square. It was uneven and quirky, but it was his. He held it up, a victorious glint in his eye. “Behold, my masterpiece.” You clapped, proudly, and he blushed. “It’s… unique.”, you failed at praising his words and earn a glared from Bucky. “Hey, it’s got character”.

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 14 [Leg Day]

Summary: just you and Bucky bonding. His way.

AN: let me know if you wanna be tagged! ;)

The sun hadn’t even fully risen, yet there was Bucky, standing at your doorstep, his workout shoes and the gray t-shirt you liked - a whole snack. You, on the other hand, looked like you've been dragged from your bed - twice. Poorly tied hair, not so new shoes, old shirt - a whole mess. “Are you ready?,” Bucky dared, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ready is a strong word,” you grumbled. You looked down at your own outfit, a mismatched set of gym clothes you probably last worn in what… high school? “Let's get this over with, Buchanan.”

As you both walked to the gym, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between your enthusiasm levels. You clearly didn't want to do that.

"Alright, we’ll start with some stretches,” Bucky instructed, already lunging like a man on a mission. You mimicked him, poorly. “Why does stretching feel like a workout on its own?” you huffed. Bucky chuckled, watching as you tried to touch your toes and missed it. “It’s to prepare your body for the actual workout.” “My body was prepared to go back to bed,” you whispered, finally managing a half-decent hamstring stretch.

Next, you moved to the weights. Bucky made lifting the heaviest weights look like child's play while you eyed the dumbbells up and down. This was torture. “Try the five-pounders,” Bucky suggested, catching your drift. “Five pounds?", you looked affronted. " What am I, a toddler?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Fine, ten pounds it is.” After a few reps, your arms began to shake like a leaf in a hurricane. “So this is your idea of fun, huh?” you gasped, the weights threatening to pull you to the ground. If Bucky wasn't holding half the load with one arm and helping you with the other, the scenario would be completely different. “Doll, it’s not about fun, it’s about-” “Feeling like your arms are going to detach from your body?” you interjected, finally setting the weights down with a clatter.

The last torture device on your list was the treadmill. Bucky set his to a brisk jog, but you weren't having none of it. “Oh, I don’t run,” you declared, setting your device to a leisurely walk. Bucky looked over, a playful challenge in his eyes. “I bet I can make you run.” You snorted. “In your dreams, Barnes.” And that was all the incentive Bucky needed. He stopped his treadmill and walked towards yours and began to turn up your speed. "Bucky, no, no!", you complained as you started to run, a laugh escaping your lips. "I swear I'm gonna punch you, Bucky!"

Despite the initial reluctance, you found yourself enjoying Bucky's company more than the workout itself. His humor, his stories about the workout in the army, and the way he never pushed you too hard made the experience bearable - almost enjoyable. Almost. As you both left the gym, you nudged Bucky playfully. “Okay, I admit it wasn’t as terrible as I thought.” Bucky’s smile was victory itself. “So, same time tomorrow?” You groaned, but the smile on your face betrayed you. “I have a better idea, James.” Bucky frowned. “What is it?”

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 12

AN: hello there! i shoul've post this on christmas but life got in the way ;) anyway, hope you like it

“I know a lot of your quiets.

"Quiets?"

"Yeah. Usually, I can tell some of them. I know when you’re alone with me and you’re quiet, it’s because your chilling, just like I do when I'm with you. Your quiet when I did something stupid, and you don't agree, but don't wanna bug me about it. Your quiet when you're tired from work or when you're pissed about something and don't want to talk about it. But I don’t know this one. What’s this one?”

You looked at him, amazed by how he could differentiate your silences. You were always a big talker, always letting everyone know your thoughts and considerations, and you were like that with him too, but with Bucky, you learned to shut the hell up a little bit and listen. In the beginning, he didn't say much, at all. With more time, he began to share a little about himself and express some interest in your life: asking how your day was, if your kitchen knives were sharp, and if you wanted him to sharpen them for you. He asked about how your door made that squeaking noise when you opened it up and if you wanted him to fix it for you. He told you about Sam's ridiculous jokes or about how annoying he was. He even told you one day about one of his nightmares: you, him and Sam were in your living room watching some movie and the three of you fell asleep. Bucky woke up from his short sleep, and you and Sam were dead, and his hand was bloodied. He had killed you and Sam, and there was nothing he could do. There was no way to bring you back.

He talked to you about Steve and how much he missed his best friend. About how much he hated this age, and one day he confessed about his consideration of ending his own life once. He wasn't supposed to be alive by now. This was not his time. His time has passed. But he had things to do. Ties for mending. Peace to be made. People who needed closure. Living a miserable life would have to do. Until he met you.

With your quick words and quicker reactions, Bucky liked how you seemed to not repudiate him right away. Not even when you recognized who he was or what he had done. Yes, he checked his entire background to see what kind of person wouldn't be surprised by a killer like him, but nothing came up. You had a clean record. Average grades in elementary and high school, no college, ordinary jobs with even more ordinary pay, and a history of boyfriends that bordered on pathetic because they were so boring. SHIELD really knew things, my goodness.

After making sure you weren't a monster like him, Bucky became even more intrigued. You seemed to like having him around. At first, he expected you to ask about all the Avengers, about the building where he stayed, and about the horrors he had seen. And also done. But you didn't ask any of that. Instead, you asked a million questions about what he didn't yet know about this new world: the new music he missed, the incredible films in color and 4K, cinema, food that was now being delivered… it was a new world, and he didn't seem to know anything about it. Nothing about the positive sides.

You talked too much, and he loved it. Bucky became even more intrigued when he began to notice how you began to mold yourself into his style. How you started to enjoy the silences like he did too. The chances of Bucky becoming a talker were almost zero, but if he could do it for anyone, it would be you. You brought hope that this terrible, cold, clueless, cruel and miserable world could still be good. That it could still be patched up. The world was good because you were in it. And it's good that he's alive to live in this era.

"Doll? What is this one?", he asked, bringing you back from your thoughts, his piercing blue eyes on you.

"This is me being upset, Buck", you confessed. "I'm so happy that you're in front of me right now, but I'm still upset with you. For always giving up on me first. For always making decisions and giving the excuse that it is in my best interests. You don't seem to know me. You know my silences, and you know so much about me, but you have no idea what I value most. I told you that I am aware that I am ridiculously ordinary, and when you act like this, when you push me away, I feel like I am being nullified. As if my opinion didn't matter. You know me, but you can't read my thoughts, so I'll clarify them for you: I love you.", You stared at him. "I love you, and it's more than just like a friend, and I feel so cringe right now that I could die, but you can't seem to get the hint, so I'll be clear as day about that. It took me a while to understand exactly what I was feeling, but I finally understood. I felt like an idiot for going after you when you have this terrible tendency to avoid me. I kept asking myself, "Why the hell am I doing this? Why can't I let this idiot go? Why can't I be content with being your friend in a distant way? Why am I thinking about his eyes on me? Why does he look at me like that? Like he loved me? I thought a lot, Buck. And I can't let you go. And I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say that you don't need to love me back. You may not admit it out loud, but I know you love me. You act like you love me. You look at me like you love me, and you take care of me like you love me. See? I can't shut the fuck up, but you love me anyway. I can see."

Bucky grinned. Huge. And he looked at you with his blue eyes from head to toe, as if he were memorizing every detail of you in his mind, the smile never leaving his face. A happy, childish smile that made you feel like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. "I never understood the concept of the expression falling in love before, but I did it with you. When I first saw you, I felt like I had stomped on my own feet and fallen on my face without any protection. I felt like my teeth were knocked out, and my face got all scratched.", the soldier could see the clear confusion splattered on your face. "I wasn't prepared for you to walk into my life, doll. I felt deficient, surprised, and confused, and I didn't think love could make someone feel like this. If I'm being honest, I still don't feel prepared at all. I'm afraid to you in my hands and end up breaking you.", he confessed. "You know my past and what I did, and I should be far away from you, but I can't. I just can't. It's painful when my mind tries to convince me I don't deserve you, but I love you with my life. I love you like I've never loved anyone else. A day hasn’t passed where I wasn’t thinking of you."

"Good, because you're getting rid of me that easy. And you can fall as much as you want.", you smirked at him.

“You’ll catch me, right?”, Bucky asked.

“Always. Merry Christmas, idiot.”

"Merry Christmas, Doll."

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 13

A/N: let me know if you wanna be tagged for the next parts! ;)

Making an effort. That has been Bucky's mission for you ever since Christmas. He found himself suffering from the internal struggle of staying when every instinct screamed at him to run. The weight of his past, the haunting memories, and the lingering doubts about his own worthiness didn't go away at all. Yet, despite the internal hell he was going through, he made a conscious effort not to let those shadows keep him away from you. In those quiet moments when doubt threatened to overwhelm him, he looked at you. He'd look at you and see someone who saw beyond the scars and appreciated his presence. He could deal with that nagging feeling as long as you were with him. Coming back to the effort part, Bucky moved gracefully around the kitchen, ingredients spread out on the counter as he prepared dinner as you sat on the couch, engrossed in your work on the laptop. It was domestic and cheesy, and you both loved it. Bucky couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring the focused expression on your face. As he chopped vegetables, the song on your playlist changed to a much calmer one: how do you speak to an angel? Bucky loved that song.

How do you speak to an angel I'm completely in the dark When you know that you've just met an angel Is there a proper remark?

The apartment became a blend of culinary sounds, the soft clinking of utensils, and the gentle tapping of your fingers on the keyboard.

Why was I lost in a cloud Do you speak to an angel in a whisper Or do you just say I love you out loud?

After a while, Bucky decided to take a break from his culinary duties and walk over to you, leaning against the back of the couch. "What are you so focused on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice. You looked up, a tired but content smile playing on your lips. "Just some writing. You know how it is." Bucky nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he straightened up. "Well, take a break. Dinner will be ready soon." You smiled and continued to do your stuff, but that didn't last long before you heard a soft humming behind you. Bucky was singing along with the music. You stop typing for a second, absorbing the sound. You never heard him do that. You placed the laptop on the table and turned around, extending your hand towards Bucky. "Care to dance?" "I didn't know you could dance, Doll.", Bucky replied with a smirk, his hands reaching for yours as you passed around the sofa to meet him. You smirked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "There's a lot you don't know about me, James." Bucky chuckled, placing his hands on your hips. The dance was slow and not synchronized at all, but you loved it. Bucky's movements were surprisingly graceful, and despite your unstable feet, the dance wasn't that bad. As you both moved together, the stress of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by the simple joy of being in each other's company.

How do you speak to an angel Do you speak to an angel in a whisper Or do you just say I love you out loud?

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 12

AN: hello there! i shoul've post this on christmas but life got in the way ;) anyway, hope you like it

“I know a lot of your quiets.

"Quiets?"

"Doll? What is this one?", he asked, bringing you back from your thoughts, his piercing blue eyes on you.

"I never understood the concept of the expression falling in love before, but I did it with you. When I first saw you, I felt like I had stomped on my own feet and fallen on my face without any protection. I felt like my teeth were knocked out, and my face got all scratched.", the soldier could see the clear confusion splattered on your face. "I wasn't prepared for you to walk into my life, doll. I felt deficient, surprised, and confused, and I didn't think love could make someone feel like this. If I'm being honest, I still don't feel prepared at all. I'm afraid to you in my hands and end up breaking you.", he confessed. "You know my past and what I did, and I should be far away from you, but I can't. I just can't. It's painful when my mind tries to convince me I don't deserve you, but I love you with my life. I love you like I've never loved anyone else."

"Good, because you're getting rid of me that easy. And you can fall as much as you want.", you smirked at him.

“You’ll catch me, right?”, Bucky asked.

“Always. Merry Christmas, idiot.”

"Merry Christmas, Doll."

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 11

Summary: bridging the abyss at the most bridging moment that exists. 🎄

Absolutely shit.

Lost. Confused. Boring. Upset.

Bucky's state.

"Man, this is not how I imagined my Christmas night."

"You're free to go anytime, Sam. Nobody's keeping you here."

Stubborn. Moron. Stupid ass. Ugly ass blue eyes, man.

Sam's thoughts.

"Man, this is sad as fuck, c'mon. Look at you", Sam pointed to Bucky's tired face. "You look like a homeless guy, and my uncle was an actual homeless homie, and man, let me tell you: you look waay worse than him."

Bucky didn't say anything back, just drinking his beer.

"Bucky, man, we need to talk," Sam said, his tone both firm and friendly. He knew Bucky was struggling, but the soldier would die before being the first to bring up the conversation.

Bucky glanced at him, reluctance in his eyes. "Talk about what?"

Sam sat down beside him, choosing his words carefully. "About you and YN. Something's off, and I'm not buying the "I'm protecting-her' excuse anymore."

"It's not an excuse!" Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't make you understand how terrified I am of losing her. I can't do this to her, Sam."

Sam leaned back, studying Bucky's troubled expression. "You're not protecting her by shutting her out, Buck. You're just hurting YN. And yourself."

"I just... ", Bucky looked away. Sam was right. You were right, too. He just couldn't convince himself. That he wouldn't break you. "... after the mission, the soldier... the reminders of what I used to be. I can't let her get caught up in all that."

Sam nodded, understanding the deep-rooted fears that haunted Bucky. "Look, I get it. But YN cares about you. She wants to be there for you. You're shutting her out isn't doing either of you any favors. You don't seem better for being away from her, and maybe that's a sign." Bucky remained silent, the internal struggle evident in his eyes. Sam continued, "Maybe it's time to let her in. You don't have to face everything alone, Buck. You’re allowed to be happy, y’know? And she's strong, you know? Stronger than you give her credit for."

You were. You are. Stronger than him, for sure. The way you look at him, making him feel like he's the only one you see in the room, the way you feel at ease about joking with him and sharing mundane things—all that made Bucky fall in love. Despite his efforts to keep you away, you refused to do so. You refused to let him alone. The walls he had erected to protect you were, in fact, isolating both of you. He was alone. Worse: he left you alone, too. If you needed Bucky just a little as much as he wanted you, Bucky couldn't express how much he had screwed up. What if you needed him too? What if you wanted him just like he wanted you? If you wanted him, why was he denying you that? He wanted you just as badly.

~~~~~ the other day ~~~~~~

Bucky didn't pay much attention when he first heard the sound of the cafe door opening and closing, nor did he pay much attention when he heard someone walking towards him. It was only when you pulled out the chair in front of his and sat down that he finally started to notice.

Startled and perplexed by the person's bold actions, Bucky looked up from his laptop screen, a frown already forming as he prepared to reprimand the stranger, only to freeze in shock when he realized who was sitting in front of him. Instantly, his heart began to pound and he shakily closed the book, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his refreshing drink, trying to shake off his growing nervousness. How did you know where he was? He was going to a different cafe since he decided to get away from you, going to the cafe you hated: Starbucks.

Realizing he wasn't going to speak, you frowned, just like Bucky did when he was frustrated about something but too tired to argue.

“One would almost think you were avoiding me...” You finally spoke, your tone painfully sarcastic.

Despite the nonchalant way you said, Bucky could feel the pain behind your words, the realization making him shift guiltily in response.

“Why?” Bucky realized you were trying hard not to sound angry and accusatory with your words, but instead they just sounded heartbroken and lost, something that was much more painful for him to hear. “You always hide when you're in pain and I haven’t said anything and I haven't been looking for you in the last few days because I believe in privacy and I know you’re struggling..."

Bucky didn't know what to say.

"Why don’t you talk to me anymore? We used to talk all the time, Buck.", you confessed and you fought not to fill your eyes with tears. "I just want my friend back."

"I never said we were friends", the soldier mumbled, unable to look you in the eyes.

"Why are you acting like this? I know you’re going through a tough time, but so am I. I hate this, Bucky. Have I done something to get us here?", Bucky shook his head, but you kept going. "Tell me what I’ve done and I’ll fix it."

And there it was: Bucky hurting you again. Even when he tried to keep his distance. He hurt you even when he wasn't around and continued to do so when he was.

“You haven’t done anything, Doll. It's me, I'm the one that's fucked up. If you keep me around you think is gonna get better? That people will stop looking at you like they do?! Even at your job, you think they'd want to have a coworker that's friends with the Winter Soldier?!", he cringed at the way he sounded. "it won't stop, Doll. You know it won't."

"I don't care."

"Yeah? You don't? Do you want to keep getting beaten? "

"No, I don't want any of that, Bucky. You never lifted your hands to me, but I’m your punching bag all the same."

And now he felt like the one who got punched. You were right.

"I know I'm not much, but I really enjoy having you around, James.", you confessed as you looked away from his deep blue eyes.

"What did you say?", Bucky was confused.

"Come on, Bucky. You and I know very well that I am the most ordinary person in thi fucking world. I don't save the world and I'm not even the best worker in my company. I don't have thousands of followers on Facebook and I don't even have many friends. There's nothing special about me. I know this and I know you do too. I like being with you because you know that and it doesn't bother you. I can be ordinary with you because you are exactly the opposite. You have this bunch of things going on for you and you can deal with them. You have been harmed in unimaginable ways, yet you still care about whether I ate or slept well. By the way, leaving food on my apartment door is a bit stalkerish. What kind of Sugar Daddy will people think I have?"

Wow. Lots of information. In those days when you were apart, Bucky missed how you could talk about several topics in a single breath. He could feel the sincerity in your words, the genuine concern and care you had for him. For a moment he was speechless, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

"You're not ordinary to me," he finally repeated, his voice a low murmur. "I admire you because you’re funny and snarky, sarcastic as all hell, but you don’t know. That’s why you don’t understand. You don’t know what I used to be like. You don’t know what it was like in my head. I lived in a really dark place,” he says to you. “I wasn’t safe in my own mind. I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn’t even tell the difference. I created a routine, to protect myself.", he confessed. "If I do the same things every day then nothing changes. But with you? something new happens everyday."

"With me? Bucky, you literally fight again every single day, how your days changes because of me?"

"Because I'm used to fighting, Doll. I'm used to getting punched and stabbed and all of that shit. I'm good at it. But with you? Your hearts beats differently everytime I see you and I don't know what it means. You look at me differently and you support me even when I fucked up. I don't know what to do when you do these stuff."

"So what? Do you want me to stop?", you ask more sharply than you meant to.

"I enjoyed not needing anyone. I didn’t need anyone else to make me feel safe. I was getting good again because I didnt care, but with you? I care. I care a lot and it’s as if I’m relying on everyone else", Bucky didnt know if he was talking to himself of to you anymore, but his words felt so honest. Brutally honest. "I hate it. I don’t want my entire world to depend on anyone else but me." he piercied his eyes deep into yours.

You nod in agreement. If that was the problem, than you knew how to fix it.

"You don’t need anyone but yourself, but you can have me anyway, Buck.", you stated simply.

Bucky sighed, his internal struggles evident in his eyes. He looked at you, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Yet, all he found was sincerity and a kind of understanding only you showed him.

"You're offering something I don't deserve, doll" he admitted, his gaze shifting to the tabletop.

"Deserve? Who decides what we deserve, Bucky?" you replied, your voice steady and resolute. "Life doesn't work that way. Sometimes, you just find someone who makes the journey a little less lonely. I'm not here to fix you. I'm here because I want to be."

Bucky's eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly.

"I'm a mess, Y/N. I'm not good company," he warned.

"I don't care," you reassured him, leaning forward and passing the item that was wrapped in your hand to his . A bracelet. "I made this for you.", you showed him the bracelet, without time to wrap it you just put it in your bag hoping he wouldn't mind. It said 'White Wolf', the name he had been given in Wakanda after everything was over and he was finally free. Bucky had told you this at the very beginning of your friendship with him. How that name had a special meaning for him. White Wolf signified Bucky's rebirth and redemption. A new beginning, a new identity and a chance to find purpose and peace. And he found it. He was finding it. And you were more part of it than you knew.

He didn't move as you placed the small item on his arm. It was cute.

You watched as Bucky examined the bracelet, his fingers tracing the engraved words. He looked at the bracelet, and for the first time since you sat down, a genuine smile touched his lips. "I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours.

"You don't have to say anything," you replied, pushing your chair back and getting up. "I gotta go now."

"Wait, what?," the soldier asked confused. "You're leaving?"

You turned to face him, one eyebrow raised in question. "Hell, yeah. It's Christmas and I have a couple of movies to marathon. My friend bailed out on me", you smiled, but the smile didnt quite reach your eyes.

“So you just came here to scold me?", he asked confused.

“Pretty much. And besides, friends don't let friends wallow in self-pity. So, get it together, Barnes.", you offered him a bigger smile this time. "I miss my friend, Buck." You grabbed the coffee Bucky was drinking and took it with you as you left.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

"It's a special skill," you replied, almost by the door. "See you around, Bucky."

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 11

Summary: bridging the abyss at the most bridging moment that exists. 🎄

Absolutely shit.

Lost. Confused. Boring. Upset.

Bucky's state.

"Man, this is not how I imagined my Christmas night."

"You're free to go anytime, Sam. Nobody's keeping you here."

Stubborn. Moron. Stupid ass. Ugly ass blue eyes, man.

Sam's thoughts.

Bucky didn't say anything back, just drinking his beer.

"Bucky, man, we need to talk," Sam said, his tone both firm and friendly. He knew Bucky was struggling, but the soldier would die before being the first to bring up the conversation.

Bucky glanced at him, reluctance in his eyes. "Talk about what?"

Sam sat down beside him, choosing his words carefully. "About you and YN. Something's off, and I'm not buying the "I'm protecting-her' excuse anymore."

"It's not an excuse!" Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't make you understand how terrified I am of losing her. I can't do this to her, Sam."

Sam leaned back, studying Bucky's troubled expression. "You're not protecting her by shutting her out, Buck. You're just hurting YN. And yourself."

~~~~~ the other day ~~~~~~

Realizing he wasn't going to speak, you frowned, just like Bucky did when he was frustrated about something but too tired to argue.

“One would almost think you were avoiding me...” You finally spoke, your tone painfully sarcastic.

Despite the nonchalant way you said, Bucky could feel the pain behind your words, the realization making him shift guiltily in response.

Bucky didn't know what to say.

"Why don’t you talk to me anymore? We used to talk all the time, Buck.", you confessed and you fought not to fill your eyes with tears. "I just want my friend back."

"I never said we were friends", the soldier mumbled, unable to look you in the eyes.

And there it was: Bucky hurting you again. Even when he tried to keep his distance. He hurt you even when he wasn't around and continued to do so when he was.

"I don't care."

"Yeah? You don't? Do you want to keep getting beaten? "

"No, I don't want any of that, Bucky. You never lifted your hands to me, but I’m your punching bag all the same."

And now he felt like the one who got punched. You were right.

"I know I'm not much, but I really enjoy having you around, James.", you confessed as you looked away from his deep blue eyes.

"What did you say?", Bucky was confused.

"You're not ordinary to me," he finally repeated, his voice a low murmur. "I admire you because you’re funny and snarky, sarcastic as all hell, but you don’t know. That’s why you don’t understand. You don’t know what I used to be like. You don’t know what it was like in my head. I lived in a really dark place,” I say to him. “I wasn’t safe in my own mind. I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn’t even tell the difference. I created a routine, to protect myself.", he confessed. "If I do the same things every day then nothing changes. But with you? something new happens everyday."

"With me? Bucky, you literally fight again every single day, how your days changes because of me?"

"So what? Do you want me to stop?", you ask more sharply than you meant to.

You nod in agreement. If that was the problem, than you knew how to fix it.

"You don’t need anyone but yourself, but you can have me anyway, Buck.", you stated simply.

"You're offering something I don't deserve, doll" he admitted, his gaze shifting to the tabletop.

Bucky's eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly.

"I'm a mess, Y/N. I'm not good company," he warned.

He didn't move as you placed the small item on his arm. It was cute.

"You don't have to say anything," you replied, pushing your chair back and getting up. "I gotta go now."

"Wait, what?," the soldier asked confused. "You're leaving?"

“So you just came here to scold me?", he asked confused.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

"It's a special skill," you replied, almost by the door. "See you around, Bucky."

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[Bucky Barnes] set of 2 - part 11

Summary: bridging the abyss at the most bridging moment that exists. 🎄

Absolutely shit.

Lost. Confused. Boring. Upset.

Bucky's state.

"Man, this is not how I imagined my Christmas night."

"You're free to go anytime, Sam. Nobody's keeping you here."

Stubborn. Moron. Stupid ass. Ugly ass blue eyes, man.

Sam's thoughts.

Bucky didn't say anything back, just drinking his beer.

"Bucky, man, we need to talk," Sam said, his tone both firm and friendly. He knew Bucky was struggling, but the soldier would die before being the first to bring up the conversation.

Bucky glanced at him, reluctance in his eyes. "Talk about what?"

Sam sat down beside him, choosing his words carefully. "About you and YN. Something's off, and I'm not buying the "I'm protecting-her' excuse anymore."

"It's not an excuse!" Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't make you understand how terrified I am of losing her. I can't do this to her, Sam."

Sam leaned back, studying Bucky's troubled expression. "You're not protecting her by shutting her out, Buck. You're just hurting YN. And yourself."

~~~~~ the other day ~~~~~~

Realizing he wasn't going to speak, you frowned, just like Bucky did when he was frustrated about something but too tired to argue.

“One would almost think you were avoiding me...” You finally spoke, your tone painfully sarcastic.

Despite the nonchalant way you said, Bucky could feel the pain behind your words, the realization making him shift guiltily in response.

Bucky didn't know what to say.

"Why don’t you talk to me anymore? We used to talk all the time, Buck.", you confessed and you fought not to fill your eyes with tears. "I just want my friend back."

"I never said we were friends", the soldier mumbled, unable to look you in the eyes.

And there it was: Bucky hurting you again. Even when he tried to keep his distance. He hurt you even when he wasn't around and continued to do so when he was.

"I don't care."

"Yeah? You don't? Do you want to keep getting beaten? "

"No, I don't want any of that, Bucky. You never lifted your hands to me, but I’m your punching bag all the same."

And now he felt like the one who got punched. You were right.

"I know I'm not much, but I really enjoy having you around, James.", you confessed as you looked away from his deep blue eyes.

"What did you say?", Bucky was confused.

"With me? Bucky, you literally fight again every single day, how your days changes because of me?"

"So what? Do you want me to stop?", you ask more sharply than you meant to.

You nod in agreement. If that was the problem, than you knew how to fix it.

"You don’t need anyone but yourself, but you can have me anyway, Buck.", you stated simply.

"You're offering something I don't deserve, doll" he admitted, his gaze shifting to the tabletop.

Bucky's eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly.

"I'm a mess, Y/N. I'm not good company," he warned.

He didn't move as you placed the small item on his arm. It was cute.

"You don't have to say anything," you replied, pushing your chair back and getting up. "I gotta go now."

"Wait, what?," the soldier asked confused. "You're leaving?"

“So you just came here to scold me?", he asked confused.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

"It's a special skill," you replied, almost by the door. "See you around, Bucky."

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Y/N: I have to go.

Bucky: You haven’t had breakfast.

Y/N: I’m an assassin.

Bucky: And I’m your husband, so sit your cute little ass down and eat the damn pancakes.

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set of 2 - part 10

Summary: Bucky watching over you.

AN: let me know if you wanna be tagged. ;)

"Man, did they ever teach you not to be so predictable in the army?" Sam's voice broke the silence of the night as he approached Bucky, who was once again standing outside the door of your building. The soldier was at your door every day. He would stand there for a few moments, making sure everything looked okay, watching from a distance. However, he never went in. He never responded to his messages inviting him for coffee or to see a movie. He decided to walk away before the worst happened, but that didn't mean he wouldn't watch over you.

Bucky turned to Sam, an eyebrow raised in response to the teasing tone. "What are you talking about? What are you doing here, actually, Sam?"

Sam crossed his arms, pleased with the soldier's reaction. “I'm talking about the fact that you're doing the same routine, standing outside her door like a grumpy, creepy bodyguard. It's too textbook for someone who's supposed to be the Winter Soldier, don't you think?"

Bucky snorted. "I'm just making sure she's okay."

Sam shook his head, a smile forming. "Sure, I get it. But, Buck, you're like clockwork. It's almost romantic, in a weird way. Like that weird guy from You, you know who?"

Bucky shot a death glare at Sam, clearly unconvinced.

"You're an idiot."

Sam smiled, looking at the building. "You should at least change your routine a little. Be less predictable."

"And how exactly do you suggest I do that?"

Sam smiled, the gears in his mind turning. "Well, for starters, maybe knock on the door and talk to YN instead of hiding in the shadows like a 40s Marvel character."

Bucky sighed again, his shoulders slumping. "I'm not doing this anymore, Sam."

"Not doing what? Watching out for her?"

Bucky nodded. "I can't get close to YN. It's dangerous. I've seen too much, done too much. I can't let her be in harm's way because of me."

Sam studied Bucky's face for a moment before responding, "And when did you decide that?"

Bucky avoided eye contact, a pained expression crossing his features. "After... everything. After I realized I couldn't escape my past."

"This is about the shit those stupid super soldiers told you the other day, isn't it?"

Bucky nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah. They made it clear that being around me puts people in danger. I can't risk that with YN."

Sam shook his head, a disappointed frown on his face. "Man, you can't let their words dictate your life. You've changed. You're not the same guy you were back then."

Bucky's eyes reflected the internal struggle he was facing. "It's not just about me, Sam. It's about her safety. I can't have that on my conscience."

Sam sighed, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder. "You're not giving her the chance to make her own decisions. YN is a grown woman. She deserves to choose whether she wants you in her life or not. You don't get to decide that for her."

Bucky's gaze dropped to the ground, the weight of his decisions heavy on his shoulders. "I can't risk losing someone else."

Sam's expression softened. "Buck, I get it. But pushing her away won't protect her. It'll just hurt both of you. Maybe it's time you talked to her, let her in on your fears. She's stronger than you think."

Bucky took a deep breath, the internal conflict evident in his eyes. "I don't want to see her hurt because of me."

"You won't know unless you talk to her," Sam insisted. "If you're walking away, at least let her know why. Don't leave her in the dark."

Being a winter soldier and going unnoticed in a crowd was a skill that Bucky developed to perfection over the years. Alone, he could nullify himself and appear like any civilian, and that had never been more useful than the last few days.

As he stood outside the building, Bucky's hands instinctively checked the hidden compartments of his suit. Each pocket contained a small arsenal of tools-evidence of a paranoia stemming from a tumultuous past. His gloved fingers hovered over the cold metal of a combat knife. He knew he wouldn't need the knife, his hands would be enough if you were in danger.

Before you got home from your new job, Bucky would check if your lock was perfect. A subtle examination revealed no signs of tampering, and the door itself stood firm against any unauthorized entry. He would check again tomorrow. As he had done since the last time he saw you.

Once outside, Bucky watched the windows, their curtains drawn against the night. His eyes lingered over each one, searching for any disturbance in their calm appearance. On the outside of the building, a brick and mortar screen was examined for irregularities or any sign that someone had infiltrated the perimeter.

His satisfaction only came after meticulously dismissing every conceivable threat. Finally, Bucky settled on the sidewalk, his watchful gaze now turned towards the building. Observing.

Protecting.

Missing You.

Sam was right. He should talk to you first, but you had a bad habit of being able to dissuade him from his stupid ideas, and he couldn't give up on that. You had no idea how much trouble Bucky brought just by being in the same environment as you. You actually did, and look what happened to you.

11:52 pm: The time when you normally start to fall asleep. He could leave now.

07:29 am: the time you woke up to go to work. Bucky would be back before then.

Fuck if he looked like the weird guy from the stupid show that idiot Sam talked about. Bucky posed the greatest danger to you, but no one could protect you better than him.

I'd rather you hate me alive than have to mourn you, Doll.

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