Marvel Imagines

Mine (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: Not quite sure what this is, but we'll go with it? Warning: sort of sad.

Prompt: See above. (I slightly modified it a bit).

It was going to a a rough few days.

You could already tell.

The week started off on the wrong foot when Sam had actually accidentally grabbed the wrong mug Monday morning to make himself coffee in.

Needless to say, when Bucky, your boyfriend, had strolled into the kitchen, fully expecting the mug - his mug - in the cupboard and ready to be used, only to find it absent, his demeanour instantly had shifted.

Thankfully, you had been there to solve the problem before things might have gotten out of hand, ultimately winding up with the Falcon graciously getting rid of the last of his now cold coffee, cleaning out the mug and handing it back to the evidently troubled ex-assassin.

"Sorry, buddy," He had sighed heavily, a surprisingly genuine tone dropping into Sam's voice as he patted Bucky in a friendly fashion on the shoulder before continuing on his way. "I just wasn't thinking."

Bucky just nodded silently, cradling the plain ceramic mug delicately in his hands, his gaze not leaving the object.

"Thanks, Sam," You murmured softly, urging him along his way, to which he happily complied, before you turned your attention back to your boyfriend, still standing quietly in the middle of the kitchen.

Wordlessly, you neared his visibly tense figure, halting in front of him and setting both your hands on either one of his shoulders, gently and slowly sliding your palms down his arms.

"Why don't we find a Sharpie to write your name on the bottom?" You suggested with a small smile as Bucky lifted his gaze to meet yours, your hands now beneath his, still cradling the mug.

"O-Okay," He stammered, seeming to have been torn from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.

So that's what you had done; labeled his mug, made him a cup of hot coffee and then sat and watched whatever was on TV before getting busy for the day.

But, Tuesday - today - was quickly becoming rough, as well.

You had figured as much, considering the way the week had started off.

Tuesday mornings, when there were no Missions to tend to, Natasha and Wanda always make breakfast for everyone, which always winds up with everyone present sitting down together at the large dining room table to eat.

But, of course, almost as if the universe had decided to chuck another curveball at the already struggling man you love so dearly, when the pair of you walked into the dining room, only to find Bucky's usual seat occupied by Clint, you knew things were going downhill - fast.