Avengers Imagines / One Shots

Home (Bucky's Birthday Special)

A little bit of angst but mostly fluff.

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Bucky found himself running through the woods again, his boots muddy, and his gloved hands bloody. The snow cold on his skin. Another mission done. Another person killed. His conditioning made him forget a lot of things but he could remember every single person he killed.

He made it into a dark tunnel. He laughed at the irony, how his life seemed like a never ending dark tunnel. The darkness seeped into his skin and almost reached into his soul. Sometimes he forgets about the man he once was, he doesn't even know why he holds on so much to what piece of his soul and sanity he has left when he has no one left. 

He doesn't know what year it is anymore but he knows that everyone he's ever loved is long        gone. No one left to go back to, no family, no friends and no place to call home. The loneliness made him feel empty or maybe was it the murdering he did? He couldn't tell anymore. 

As tunnel went further he thought maybe he should finally give in to the darkness. To let go of the hope that someday somebody will save him. Steve, maybe? But that would be impossible as he would probably be an old man now. That gave him peace, that Steve, his best friend got to live his life.

He chuckled bitterly. He always wondered what he did to deserve this. Even if someone did save him, he would still considered a criminal. Would anyone ever look at him as something more than a murderer?

He closed his eyes and just let himself be engulfed by the cold and the darkness. And just when he was almost fully sucked in, he heard something.. someone. Calling his name. A name that he hasn't heard in a long time.

"Bucky?"

His eyes snapped open as he frantically looked around. 

"Bucky."

His eyes saw something at the end of the tunnel. A light, like a burning candle. It wasn't that bright but it was enough and he quickly ran towards it.

"I'm here."

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His eyes snapped opened as he sat up breathless and in cold sweat. He didn't like those kind of nightmares, the type that made him relieved everything he felt. The hopelessness, the emptiness, and the darkness.

A small and gentle hand touched his shoulder making him jolt. "Bucky?"

His steel blue eyes met with your concerned ones and suddenly he felt like he could breath again. 

There you were beside him, in an oversized shirt and with you hair adorably messy. In your hands was a small frosted cake with one little candle burning on it. The light he saw.. of course. It was you, it was always you. He looked down, running his hand through his hair and chuckled a little. You quickly put down the cake and turned off the candle beside you and inched closer to Bucky. You gently his his face with both you hands, making him look at you. The moonlight passing through the windows gave you both enough light to see each other.

"Bucky, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I went to the kitchen to grab the cake from the-"

He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and settled you down on his lap before pulling you into a tight hug, his arms on your back and waist. You were so close that you couldn't put your arms on his neck so you settled them on his wide back. You felt him took in a deep breath before sighing in content on your shoulder. 

"You have nothing to say sorry for, doll." You heard him say before he kissed your shoulder, making your stomach tingle as he pulled back to look at you.