James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Stuffed Animal

Warning: Fluff

Word count: 1266

A stuffed teddy bear.

Mrs. Barnes, is what he likes to call it. Beyond all his past trama, Bucky Barnes is a kid at heart. His 5-year-old self loves to color, he figured out what Legos were, and he likes to play video games. Cute right?

But other nights, it's a whole different story. He uses his Teddy bear for protection incase you weren't there. Like tonight, you were out on a mission facing death head on, Bucky didn't know if you'd be alive or not so the nightmares rolled in his brain. He'd use Mrs. Barnes as an escape, to pretend you were there. What no one knew, was that you bought him that bear for times just like these. He needed someone or something, so when you two went shopping and he pointed out the bear and your face lit up. It was a normal, basic, brown bear but he loved it and that's all you cared about. So, now, he thinks of you while he squeezes the living stuffing out that bear. Tonight, was your chance to go home. You completed the mission early, only a few scratches on you, and started to head home. You took one of the cars from the mission site and began to program J.A.R.V.I.S in the system. You were tired, very, and you knew you were going to fall asleep. So J.A.R.V.I.S was the beat answer to all of that.

"Welcome, Ms. Y/l/n. How may I help you?" J.A.R.V.I.S greeted.

"Fastest route home." You answered already yawning.

"Searching for fastest routes." A pause filled the air, "Fastest route home is 30 minutes away. Preparing Driving Auto pilot."

You put your head on the head rest behind you and didn't quite fall asleep, but you were in your way there. You drive half the way and J.A.R.V.I.S drove the other half, your body was killing you. Half pain and half tired. It was an odd and unbearable mix but you had to get home in order to fix these problems. At first, you thought it's be a good idea to see Bucky first, but then again he needed whatever sleep he can get. So you vowed to greet him in the morning. Arriving home, you got out the car and told J.A.R.V.I.S to put it at the bottom of an ocean or burn it, leaving evidence at the front door of the Tower would have FBI, CIA, and even S.H.E.I.L.D themselves questioning you about your mission. You had to be smart about this before you entered or exited anything. You walked through the front doors, Nat was on the couch watching TV and Sam was in the kitchen making a sandwich.

"You know, I'd think you kids would be in bed by now. What is it...like 3 in the morning?" You questioned stepping into the dim kitchen light.

"Y/n!" Nat shouted practically leaping out her seat and engulfing you into the biggest hug she's ever given you, "Where have you been?!"

A rhetorical question.

"I missed you too." You laughed, "Sam."

He hugged you as well. Sam was like a bug brother to you, he'd always protect you and when he wasn't there to do so, he'd make sure enough were okay. The evidence of that is the 37 calls that you got from him, how he made sure that you had enough supplies or that you weren't dead. Either way, he made sure that you were safe and well. Which makes him the best brother ever. Nat was like a sister to you, she would make sure you live your life to the fullest, risks and all. But, she also makes sure that you're safe while doing it, which beats the fun out of the whole thing but at least she's protecting you. The whole Tower was like family to you. A family you're grateful for.

"How are you? Are you hurt? Bleeding? Dehydrated?! What if-"

"I'm fine." You cut him off with a smile, "I'm just tired. I was going to greet everyone tomorrow."

"That's a good idea. You should get some rest." Nat offered, "We'll make sure no one bothers you, okay?"

You nodded. Grateful for the friends you have. You gripped your bag tighter and headed to your room, you opened the door but didn't bother to turn on the lights. You knew your room inside and out, technically there was no need for light. You sat your bag down on your desk and fell on the floor. You're body couldn't take anymore movements, besides the floor was better for you anyways. But, when you fell to the floor, you didn't just feel your vibrations, you felt someone else's as well. Someone heavier. You forced your body to jump up, your mind thinking this was was attack when really....it was Buckys sleeping movements. You lowered your hands, a smile playing on your face. He was clenching the bear, wrapped up in your sheets, and his light snores filled your ears. You were quieter than Bucky, trained 10 times harder, that's what he was scared about. That's why he got the bear in the first place, he knew you'd be on a mission and with how ruthless you are when it came to crossing people off the list, he needed reassurance that they wouldn't take you again. That one day, you'd come home. Just like every other time.

You used Nat's room to take a shower and used some of her clothes as well. Treading back to your room, Tony stood at your door. A look of relief yet excitement filling his features, he smile and looked down at his coffee cup. You smiled and knew exactly why he had coffee 3:45 in the morning.

"You know if you keep doing this your brain won't work the same." You joked leaning against the wall on your side.

He lightly chuckled, "Yeah well, gotta keep you dumasses alive, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe." You replied, "So, why were you at my door?"

His face fell a bit, "Yeah well...usually at this time Manchurian Candidate gets up and stays up. I was about to tranquilize his ass."

You laughed, "Well, be my guest. But I suggest do it tomorrow, when he's more...calm."

"Right." Tony sighed, "Well, welcome back and goodnight."

"Night, Tony." You yawned watching him go.

Turning back to your door, you opened it and closed it as quietly as you could. Making your way over to your bed, you slipped in the sheets and wrapped your legs around Buckys waist. He stirred in his sleep and eventually looked down to see you clinging onto him. His face lit up as you smiled at him and he let go of the bear wrapping his arms around your frame and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Doll." He breathed, tears pricking his eyes.

"Hi baby." You responded smiling into the hug.

He let out a light chuckle as he held you closer and tighter. The bear completely forgotten about and on the floor, you tangled your fingers in his hair earning a satisfied sigh from him. He left light kisses on your neck and soon fell asleep, you along with him. Your happy he didn't seem to broken up or scratched, it looked like he didn't have a single nightmare since there were no bags under his eyes. His eyes weren't red, his hair was only messy from sleeping- he was taking care of himself.

All because of a damn bear.