Avengers imagines

Guy with the metal arm

In which you find yourself being his only comfort in this world

"Don't leave," The words left the super soldier's mouth in a quick whisper, his breath tickling my skin. His words were short enough for me to understand and quiet enough for only me to hear. Though there was no one around to whisper in front of.

"I need to pee." I smiled at how clingy Bucky could be sometimes.

Bucky and I had a.. weird relationship.

It started like this.

When he first got here, no one in the compound knew how to handle him. Not even Steve. He'd duck off into his room everyday, only coming out for missions and food. Conversation was kept short with him and no one really wanted much to do with the guy.

Except for me.

I treated him the way I treat all of the heroes I lived with. Like a normal human being.

I'd include him in conversations that he was otherwise not involved in. I'd ask him his opinion on dumb things, just to get him to talk to me. I'd always ask him how his day was even if I knew that we'd spent most of it together on a mission. He seemed to appreciate my small gestures of friendship.

He'd reciprocate by giving me a small smile every now and then or sitting next to me when we were in a group or asking me a simple yes or no question that he knew I'd answer in a ramble to. I took it as his silent way of communicating that he was comfortable with me, seeing as he acted this way with no one else.

These small gestures went on for a few weeks before he asked me to take a walk with him at 2am one night. I'd already had trouble sleeping so he'd basically saved me from my own mind that night.

We walked in silence around the outside of the compound for a while. It was nice, quiet, and relaxing. Bucky's presence only made it that much better. This became a routine for us every night. We'd wake up at the same time every night and Bucky would knock on my door for our nightly walk.

Walking at night turned into talking at night soon after. He started by asking me his yes or no questions. "Did you enjoy your day?", "Have you eaten?", "Are you okay?". Our conversations would only get deeper from there. "Whats one thing you regret not doing?", "Have you ever been in love?", and then one day... "Can I hold you?"

I stopped in my tracks. Had he really just asked to hold me or had I imagined it? Yeah maybe I'd gained a small crush on him from our nightly adventures, but to imagine a question like that has to be crazy. I simply stared at him up until he grabbed my arm gently.

Before I could react, my feet were moving. They didn't stop until we made it to the living room of the compound. He sat down and pulled me down into his lap. His mismatched arms snaking their way around my waist, the cold and warm contrast actually feeling great against my bare stomach. Thank god for crop tops.

"Are you comfortable?" He'd asked with a volume so low, I almost missed it. I simply nodded, too much in shock to speak. Up until this moment, I'd never seen such a tender side to him. He held me there for hours that felt like seconds.

I breathed in his vanilla like scent as his head rested in the crook of my neck. There was nothing heard but the sound of our breath and honestly the quiet was like heaven.

After this night, Buck had become more and more affectionate with me as time passed. He'd rest his hand on my thigh when sitting next to each other, he'd hug me from behind when the others were gone, he'd even hold my hand we went on our walks.

With Bucky everything was so easy. I didn't have to force conversation with him. He and I could just enjoy each other's company. And the nights where we talked, we talked for hours on end. There were things Bucky knew about me that no one else did and vice versa.