marvel imagines ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I-12 b.b pt.2

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⚠️ Warnings: mention of blood, violence, fluff, tension, etc.
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FYI: Y/n was shot during an undercover mission. She never mentioned it to anyone except Natasha. Y/n gets injured and Bucky takes care of her.
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The light of the bathroom was vibrant and annoying, it disturbed my vision.

According to Mr. Banner, the reason why I was so aggravated by everything was a way of my body responding to the pain.

Bucky noticed immediately, dimming the lights a bit with a slide of his thumb.

I hesitantly lower my tank top strap, wincing at the movement.

" Wait 'mm here, let me help you." He steps forward.

His warm hand reaching my shoulders before his fingers slid the other strap. He gently tugged the fabric upwards.

My body tenses up at the single thought of having to raise my arm.

Bucky catches up to my hesitation, his blue eyes examining a better solution.

"Do you like this shirt? We could just rip it," He states in a serious tone.

My eyes subconsciously widened in astonishment. There wasn't anything better to do, and I seriously did not want to raise my arm again.

I responded, his metal arm easily ripping through the black material.

My bra and stomach slowly coming into view, he looked up at my face before continuing.

After that, I sat down on the toilet, unbuttoning my jeans with my good arm.

He ran the faucet, getting the tub ready with warm water and analyzed the shampoos bottles.

Then his hands reached for the ends of my jeans, pulling them down gently.

Although I was clearly vulnerable in front of him, I didn't feel like it. Yes, maybe I had a serious arm injury and I was only wearing my underwear but I felt comfortable.

The tub was filled nearly to the top. The once white vibrant lights were down a soft mustard yellow.

He helped me enter the tub, my feet taking in the warm sensation of the liquid.

"I'll be right back."

I nodded watching Bucky get out of the room, closing the door behind him.

My bottom sat down onto the white ground, most of my torso inside the water. My head rested against the tiles, the muscles relaxing.

Silence all around me, my eyes blinking gently.

Bucky came again a few minutes later with a small plastic bowl in his hands.

He watches me with his cool blue eyes before kneeling next to the tub.

My body shifted so my hair would be at better grasp. My eyes now facing the wall.

With his metal arm, he dipped the bowl.

The warm water falling and damping my hair with ease. He already had the shampoo bottle in his hand when I opened my eyes. Hearing the clicking of the bottle cap.

His touch was gentle, more gentle than I imagined. He was being very careful, his fingers massaging and cleaning through my hair.

"Thank you," I breathed out enjoying how delicate his movements were.

He sighs before adding more water, and clearing his throat.

"Y'know I haven't done this in a long time. It's nice."

My lips parted and thought about his response. He's bathed another woman, like this?

"Done what? Bathe a woman or massaged her hair?" I teased with a small smile forming on my lips.

"Both...It's nice being intimate," He says it almost like it's been kept in his chest for a very long time.

The rest of the bath is quiet and spent in a comfortable silence.

After he gently scrubbed my body and allowed me a few seconds alone to bathe the parts he couldn't, we sat in silence once again.

His back pressed against the opposite wall from the one I supported against, outside the tub.

He looked at me before asking, "Why do you feel like you need to prove yourself?"

"Why are you so cold to people?"

He nods his head before licking his lips slowly, chuckling to himself.

"Because people fear me." I whisper, changing the tone.

"They look at me like a threat. I have powers strong enough to tear their limps apart and they know I can't control them."

"But now you can, can't you?"

"No, Bucky, I can't...I just got better at pretending."

He breathes down before leaning his body forward, his knees meeting his elbows. His dog tags hanging from his neck while he drops his gaze.

"I'm cold to people because I'll hurt them. I always do."

"Sometimes I lay awake and think 'what would happen if I became a brainwashed cold-blooded killer again? What will I do when I come back and see all the damage I've done?'" He stops clenching his jaw, and licking his lips.

"That's probably why I'm struggling with relationships." He grins trying to relieve the tension.

"We're both fucked then,"

After a long eye contact session, he grabs a towel and wraps it around my body.

"May I?" He asks as I nod.

His grip is strong as he carries me bridal style through the halls.

His metal arm under my knees.

He sets me down at the doorway of my room.

He waves his hand shyly before taking a few steps backward.

"Hey Buck, thank you for being intimate with me." I grin softly brushing a wet strand behind my ear.

He bites his lip, trying to hold in his smile.

"Anytime, doll."

Author's note:

Alright but pt.1 was trash sorry :(, it was rushed and it took me FOREVER TO PUBLISHHH.

BUT IM SO SATISFIED WITH THIS ONE. this is the best BUCKY I'VE EVER written, it feels like him.

:) THE RECENT WANDA REQUEST  WILL BE UP SOMETIME NEXT WEEK.

LOVE, C.