The Beauty of Winter. (Fanfic)

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You go get changed, putting on the jacket Bucky had given you the other night, pulling the sleeves up so your hands were usable. But now what? Bucky still wouldn't be back for a while, so you just had to wait for him. So you grabbed your diary, curling up in the window once more.

James Buchanan Barnes, heart-throb who charms everyone. Now even me I guess. But not by the way he pretends to be around other girls, or his friends, the way the left side of his smile always goes up first when hes trying not to. Or how his eyes light up with joy whenever he does something nice for me. The Bucky who asked my best friend for advice for our first date, though I would've loved anything with him, it made me feel so special and warm. Brick by brick he is taking down my walls, gently, instead of smashing them down and hurting me in the process. I think I might lo-

You stop writing as Bucky walks through the door, "Is that my jacket?" "Oh yeah, I can take it off if you want it back." He smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, you falling towards his chest. "It looks better on you anyway." He kisses you softly before turning and walking to the door, still holding your hand, dragging you in tow. You say nothing, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

He takes you to that street. But it isnt dark this time, he had lit it with candles, down each side, in the middle, a blanket and some pillows were layed out for you and him. He guided you over, as you hesitantly re-entered the alley. "It's alright doll, I wont let anything happen to you" Bucky gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as you lay down on the blanket with him. Still holding his hand. Looking at the stars, you couldn't help but think of your brothers, wherever they might be, you sit up, turning to face Bucky. "If I tell you something, you have to swear to me you won't tell a single soul!" You say before you can think it through too much so you don't talk yourself out of it. He sits up and faces you, nodding.
"I promise," he look at you with anticipation. "I'm not from here," you see his shoulders sink slightly, thinking it was something bigger, "from Earth i mean." Now his eyes widen, you try to gage what he is thinking from his expression, "I can prove it too, show you I mean..." He looks more intrigued than frightened. "I need your hand." You hold yours out, him taking it. You close your eyes, using it as an opportunity to know how he feels about this, he watched as your hand starts to glow slightly. Only a subtle glow that you wouldn't notice is you weren't looking, but as you open your eyes, still feeling his emotions, he sees that your eyes were also glowing. He could just make out the shape of the sun in your eyes, before you closed them again. This time when you opened your eyes, they were normal. "That was..." you prepare yourself for the worst as Bucky pauses, knowing that you don't know how he feels now he's seen it. "That was amazing!" He smiles, you let a deep breath put that you didnt realise you were holding in. "Can you do anything else like that?" He asked, bubbling with excitement like a kid on a candy shop.
"Yes, but its more wipeout everything within a 2 mile radius sort of thing so I cant really show you that, oh my I can do this." He just looks at you, puzzled till he realises, your floating up. You go back down to him,"I hardly do that though its too risky. If people saw, I'd be carted away as an experiment."

Bucky takes your hand, "I can tell it gives you comfort to know how people are truly feeling... so if you're every unsure, about me; us- jut take my hand and do your thing. And then you can never deny my love for you."

I cant believe that Bucky practically lives with me now. Its so great though, the endless fun and all the evenings I've come home to candlelit dinners... he leaves everyday to go make sure his friend, Steve I'm pretty sure, isn't getting into any trouble. I havent met Steve yet, but I dont understand why he wants to go fight in the war so badly. I know it'll be soon, Bucky will get his orders and he'll have to go, but I sleep better beside him, the nightmares have basically stopped. The ones that I do have are nowhere near as bad as they used to be. I'm scared, I'm scared he won't come back to me. I'm scared of what will happen while he's gone. I'm scared for him, I know he didn't want to go, he was drafted.

You stop writing as Bucky walks through the door, "hey doll, I got you something," he presented a bouquet of beautiful flowers, pink roses surrounded by hundreds of blue and yellow babys-breaths." They're gorgeous darling, I'll put them in a vase." You put your notepad down, walking towards Bucky.
"Will I ever know what you write in that thing?" He joked, a huge smirk plastered on his face.
"No you won't, so don't get any of your ideas." You lean up and kiss him before going to get water for the flowers. As you pull away, he places a hand round your waist, pulling you back in for more. You continue to kiss, it becoming more and more passionate.
"Okay- meet me- in the bedroom- five minutes." You say between kisses, feeling Bucky's smile grow against your lips.