1476 {Bucky x reader}

13

"What exactly are you doing to them?" I ask Shuri as she modifies my gauntlets. She was the girl I saw heading off with peter that day I spoke with the man from Ivo's 'brotherhood'. I was introduced to her a few days ago—after my trip with Bucky. This morning she asked to see my gauntlets, saying that, 'if you want to have a fair fight in this world, you need to have the same... or better weapons to your opponent.'

"The mechanics in these are... old, but good." She pauses. "This gun is almost as old as the dinosaurs."

"What?" Her dark eyes shift to mine after I question her. "Din-o-saur..." I mouth the word to myself. A smile tugged on the corners of her lips.

"I'm just saying they're old. But in good condition." She clarifies. "I'm guessing they also take a long time to reload?" Her brow rose and I nodded in response. "I can fix that!" She grinned wide and turned away from me—I suspect—to start working on the gauntlets.

"How's it going?" Bucky's voice chimes in by the entrance to Shuri's workspace. We haven't spoken as much after our trip to the abandoned town, he'd speak to me a couple of times when passing by—only to say hello. He's probably been busy with work, trying to find Ivo and his goons.

"Don't distract her, she's in her bubble." I scrunch my nose and stand beside Bucky under the door frame. "How have you been?" I break the silence between us, our eyes tracking Shuri as she moves about the room.

"Good." His only answer. I shift my gaze up to him with a side glance. His jaw locked, eyes distant, lips a thin line.

"Call me when you're finished," Shuri responds with a thumb in the air, approving my departure from the room. I slip into the hallway and trudge along the polished floor. Bucky's footsteps were audible only a couple of feet behind.

"Y/N." He calls. A glance over my shoulder was enough for him to catch up to me. "We should talk."

About what? That you've been avoiding me for days?

"What about?" No eye contact. I kept my focus ahead of me. He didn't respond as we sped down the hallway. I wasn't going to talk first, I had nothing to say. If he was going to ignore me, then that was his fault, not mine.

He followed me to my room without speaking a word. In Italian, I cursed under my breath at the threshold of my room. The silence that he gave me was giving me a headache.

"You say that we need to talk, and then you do not actually talk to me. That goes against the whole purpose of wanting to talk to someone." I spin on my heels. My hair slicing through the air from the movement. Thought lingered in his eyes. I backed off. Whatever he had to say, it was enough for him to look troubled and deep in thought. "What is it?" My voice softened at his expression.

"I wanted to talk to you... about," his eyes dart around, struggling to lock onto mine.

"Talk to me, Bucky." I step back into my room, leaving enough space for the large man to walk past me.

He played with his hands for a moment as he paced to and from on my carpeted floor. He paused and turned to me, eyes jolting to the door. I knew what he meant, I closed the door until I heard a click and removed my hand from the shiny handle. He took a deep breath before speaking. "When I helped you off that ledge..." his voice trailed into inaudible sentences. Though the memory of his body against me, his bright eyes looking deep into my E/C ones, sent pleasant shivers down my spine; nerves surfaced themselves in my bones. "I'm sorry, I... I should probably go." He shook his head and strode for the door. I placed my palm to his chest before he could open the door behind me.

"Spit it out." A lazy smile in the effort of comforting him slithered across my face. I've never seen him so flustered and speechless.

His eyes searched mine, something whirled in his gaze... longing? "I-" He breathed. Hot air tickled my nose. Our faces slowly inching closer... closer... closer. "Y/N..."

"Yes?" Our voices barely a whisper.

"I can't get you out of my head." 

It was almost like I could feel him. The buttons of our noses only a centimetre apart, but I could still feel his touch. Our poor, poor, lonely noses. He loosed a long breath. His hands raised to my forearms but hovered beside them, contemplating his instinct to hold. What was this feeling inside me? Did Bucky feel the same? Our eyes moved to each other's lips, then back. 

"From the moment I saw you..." He whispered. "You make me feel different... good... different." His perfect teeth showed through his smile that slowly widened, causing my own to grow. Butterflies nested in the pit of my stomach, my cheeks, my body... warmed to his words.

"Do you..." I trailed off on a gaze.

"Like you?" He finishes for me. "Yes." His hands finally make contact with my arms and my knees almost give way beneath me.

"You drive me crazy." I blurt out with a lop-sided smile. "In a good way... of course." I jumped back into consciousness from my gawking. Bucky's chuckle eased my sudden wave of nervousness. His hand trailed up my arm and to my jaw, his callused fingertips surprisingly soft.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks gently. I bite my lip to stop myself from grinning too wide.

"Sì." My mind was too focused on his touch and question that I almost forgot how to speak his language... or speak at all.

Soft lips collided with mine. Time seemed to stop. My hands found their way to his chest, I wanted to stay like this forever. He made me forget about everything. His large hands held me with gentle care, his lips moved with ease like a dancer. Sadly, our faces parted and I tucked my lips together to savour his taste.

"Non riesco neanche a toglierti dalla testa," I opened my eyes to see his questioning ones. "I can't get you out of my head either," I repeated so that he could understand. He smiled and pressed a peck to my forehead.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. My smile faded. I'm not supposed to stay here, and now I have these feelings. My file says I die, Ivo wants me to join him, Bucky and I now share... whatever this is. 

My mind tangled and twisted trying to think and comprehend all I know, all options I could choose. But I had no idea.