James "Bucky" Barnes Imagines

Confessions

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Being Starks younger sister came with advantages and downfalls. Sometimes both.

Being rich and famous was one of them, having everyone look up to you, especially younger people. But you had no privacy, no private life, everything you did was everyone's business. And you hated that about being a Stark but other than that, you never complained.

Until today.

You knew this day would come. Confession day as you called it. The day Bucky told you he is the one who killed your parents. You desperately avoided the topic of your parents and Bucky's HYDRA days in fear of it leading to the conversation.

You gained Bucky's trust as soon as he came to live with you and the avengers in the compound. You always knew about him being the cause of your parents death. However it never bothered you, you understood him. Being controlled and brainwashed for years, it must of been difficult. Therefore, you never told anyone you knew, not even Tony or Bucky himself. Tony wouldn't understand and would go crazy on him.

Soon enough, you and Bucky became more than friends.

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You were sitting in your room on your desk, trying to fix one of Peters projects for school, which one of his classmates broke. You heard a light tapping on the door and yelled "come in," expecting it to be Bruce or Tony, but to your surprise it was Bucky.

"What did I tell you about knocking?" You asked him. "Stop knocking, and just come in,"

He looked nervous, his hands where I front of him and his body language made it seem like he was uncomfortable. Scared almost.

"You okay, Buck?" Your eyebrows creased in concern. "What's wrong?" You asked pulling your gaze back at the project in your hands.

"I need to tell you something," he said looking straight at you.

Your heart stopped, you paused your movements and looked up at him fearing the day you've been dreading, finally come. "Oh um- sure what is it?" You asked trying to seem normal and mentally face palming yourself at your inability to hide emotions.

"About something really, really bad I did in my past," he walked closer towards you. You placed Peters solar system project on your desk and turned to face him fully. "You have every right to hate me after this, I won't judge if you stop talking to me or-"

"Buck I won't hate you, whatever it is," you reply trying to ease the tension. The air felt thick, almost as if you could choke on it. Your throat closed not allowing you to speak any more.

"But if you do, it's fine," he sighed. He was standing 2 feet away from you, exhaling all the air left in his lungs then taking a deep breath. "December 16, 1991" he looked straight into your eyes for some kind of indication, any sign of realisation.

You sat there, using every muscle in your body not to hyperventilate. Your palms were interlocked together in between your legs so he couldn't see them shaking. You nodded, looking down. "The night my parents died,"

He must of thought the memory itself was heart wrenching for you, and it broke his heart knowing he was the one who brought that sadness upon you.

You wanted so desperately to jump into his arms and wrap your arms around his waist, tell him that you know and that it was okay and you forgave him. To tell him it wasn't his fault that they are dead.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry," he whispered sniffling. He put his arms and almost crossed them but not quite, kind of like a hug to himself, a hug of guilt and sorrow. "It was me," he looked down, tears escaping his striking blue eyes. "I killed them." he held onto his biceps, digging his metal hand into his flesh.

"Bucky..." a tear fell down your cheek, your body looked so calm compared to how tangled your mind was. Thoughts like spilling waves on a beach, going in and out of your head at 100 miles per hour. "I know Bucky," you looked down at the ground. "I know," you repeated.

"What?" He looked at you eyebrows furrowed, "You knew?" He stepped closer, not quite touching you, but just enough to grab your attention.

You looked up and him, your eyes felt like they just cried a river. Although it was literally 3 tears, it was enough to dry out your eyes completely. You nodded at him. "I've always known," you wiped your nose on your sleeve. "Before you even came to live with us," you gave half a smile, fidgeting with your thumbs not daring to look up in his direction.

You didn't know what you expected, but it wasn't him walking up to you and putting his hand on your cheek, wiping away tears that made their way down your face. "Why didn't you tell me you knew?" He asked, lips slightly ajar, eyes searching for answers in yours.

"I knew you'd come and tell me on your own, I didn't want you to think I was snooping in your life or something. I don't know, before I knew it, we were dating and it felt wrong of me to tell you I knew. I didn't want to lose you," you explained, suppressing more tears.

"And you don't hate me? How come you were so nice to me? I killed your parents (y/n),"

"You didn't, the Winter Soldier did. And that's not the Bucky I know. I never hated you because I knew you were controlled and brainwashed, I felt for you," you looked at his face, now you reaching to his cheeks and wiping his tears. "I love you James Buchanan Barnes," you smiled gently. "It doesn't matter what you did, I still love you,"

He looked at you shocked for a couple of seconds, he blinked away the tears that welded up in his eyes and wiped them with his sleeve before they could reach his cheeks. "I love you too (y/n) Stark," he returned a gentle smile. "I'm sorry,"

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you in close. You placed your arms around his neck and his head found its way to the crook of your neck still sniffing, on the verge of crying his eyes out.

"I promise it's okay Buck," you blinked away even more tears threatening to escape your eyes. "I promise,"

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