Marvel Imagines

Treat You Right (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

The wind was howling, whistling coldly through the alleyway two figures are making their way through, an urgency to both their steps.

"When you said that this was going to be an 'easy' mission, did you ever happen to consider that it wasn't going to be?" Your voice hisses, the sound of it echoing back at you, making you wince slightly.

"Listen," Your Partner huffs in protest, grabbing you somewhat harshly by the wrist and turning you to face him, preventing you from continuing your hasty strides.

"What's there to say, Buck?" You practically laugh, stalking closer to his larger form, annoyance evident in your movements. "You nearly got us killed just because some guy happened to be getting a bit too close to me!"

"He wasn't 'a bit too close' to you, Y/N! He was practically man-handling you!"

"I would have taken care of it! But then you had to step in and-"

"I got him off of you, didn't I?!"

Now both of your voices begin to raise, your mingled tones bouncing off of the brick walls surrounding you on either side.

"Bucky, he drew his gun within a split second of you punching him across the face and sending him flying across the bar!" You continue to argue, while Bucky begins to inch forward, step by step, automatically making your own form step backwards in response.

"I know he did! I saw that coming from like, a mile away! Now will you just listen to me? For one second?" He snaps, tone laced with a sudden aggression you've never seen before, your back suddenly making contact with the cool brick wall, causing you to gasp in surprise.

"I'm listening," You reply softly, now feeling slightly nervous as his hands are placed on either side of your head, your gazes meeting. 

"If I hadn't had intervened when I did, who knows what could've happened. We could've been dealing with a whole different situation right now, that I don't even want to think about," The man in front of you explains, his jaw clenching as his eyes skim over your facial features, almost as if examining you.

"I would have been fine. You know I can handle myself."

"I know you can," He sighs heavily, softly running the thumb of his good hand over your cheek. "But in moments like that, I just can't stand to watch by and let some other guy ogle you over."

Letting Bucky's words sink in with you, a light chuckle arises in your throat.

"Is someone jealous?" You tease quietly, reaching up to tuck a loose piece of what had been his slicked back hair behind his ear, which earns a smirk from him.

"No. I just can't have anyone treating my girl like some sort of object - just something else pretty to stare at. That's not right."

"Well then why don't you show me how to treat me right after we manage to escape from these armed maniacs who I think just clued on to where we are?" You suggest with a coy grin, pulling on tie around Bucky's neck gently.

At this he just chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing slightly, his lips crashing against yours in a sudden fervour that leaves you breathless as he pulls away.

"We better get out of here before they actually spot us, hm?" Your Partner states plainly, holding out a hand for you to take hold of.

"That's likely a wise decision," You reply with a lopsided smile, placing your hand in his.

The pair of you take off running, the chilly breeze of the night stiffly brushing over your skin, the sound of your synced footsteps against the rough cement filling the space around you, accompanied by your mingled, rather heavy breathing.