James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Your best is enough for me (Pt. 2)

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Word count: 1747

It's been a couple days since Bucky got here. He isn't much of a social person, he sleeps with you every night, he only talks to you, and he's very nervous around everyone else. When you two are alone, most times he'd talk to you in Russian and you'd play along, he's still very confused about technology, when you'd bring snacks he'd be confused on what half of them were, and he'd sleep on the floor just for you to be comfortable more even though you'd tell him a million times you were fine. All in all, he was amazing. Under all the muscle and blank facial expressions, he was the softest and most kindest person you've ever met. Today, was no different although this time, he was willing to step out into public with you.

Pulling one of your favorite hoodies on, you slipped your shoes on and headed for bedroom door when an arm was placed around your waist and you were met with a slow and steady breathless smile. Ever since you found Bucky that day, he's been getting more and more emotional everyday- more in a flirty type of way. He'd hug you more, smile with you more, and even be around you more- even though he never wants to leave your side in the first place.

"Where are you going?" He asked holding you closer to his chest.

"Out to the store, I'll be back in a few don't worry." You answered reassuringly only for him to clutch onto you tighter.

"No, don't leave. Please." He begs quietly as he did his nose in your hair, "I hate being alone."

"I know Buck, but unless you want to come with me, you'll have to wait for me." You explained turning your head so you can meet his gaze.

He frowned, knowing he was still unable to show his face. But he didn't want to be alone in your room without you anymore, he hates being alone. How his thoughts would catch up to him, how he would silently cry when he had mini panic attacks, or even just how lonely he felt without your presence. You changed everything for him, you are his life and there's nothing that anyone could do about it, you helped him through his nightmares and every minute that passed he'd trust you more and more. His feelings for you grew. Crazy how he spent 70 plus years being a puppet and having no emotions then as soon as he meets you- in a matter of a week he feels loved, cared for, maybe even free from his fears a bit.

Biting his bottom lip in thought, he sighed and hugged you tighter. His brain deciding between starting at the Tower and being safe or going out with you risking your and everyone else's life. You noticed him processing so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"What if.... you were in disguise?" You suggested having his head shoot up, "You could blend in and still be able to keep H.Y.D.R.A off your tail, you could actually enjoy outside with me, or you know...stay here. Your choice."

He blinked. How did that slip his mind? He was in disguise all the time being H.Y.D.R.As puppet, in and out of missions all the time. Smiling, he pulled back and nodded eagerly. You smiled and took a step back using your hands to put him in a picture frame.

"Need something bold, casual yet non-suspiciousat the same time." You mumbled to yourself before your brain clicked, "Got it."

Running to the closet you pulled out a black oversized jacket, his jeans, his baseball cap, hightops, and a glove for his hand. You smiled at your idea and gave him the clothes pushing him into the bathroom. He smiled closing the bathroom door and changing into what you gave him. A few minutes later, he came out and looked at you. You looked at him and wiped away a fake tear, proud of your work.

"У меня всегда было отличное чувство моды." You fake sniffled. (I always did have great fashion sense.)

He chuckled, "Мне тоже это нравится." (I like it too.)