Marvel Imagines

Surprise Vacation Confessions (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: Sort of inspired by ABBA's song Chiquita (above). I honestly don't really know what this is, but it's cute, so I'll go with it. Anywhooo... (Holy moly - it's late. Yikes. Why am I up so lateeeee?? Anyways. Enjoy? Please be sure to comment! I'm missing you guyssssss)

You hate this feeling.

The feeling of just being stuck in a rut.

Nothing you do amuses nor appeases you, your appetite is non-existent...

One might say you're almost... for lack of a better word - depressed.

But it's not like you really have any reason to feel this way - you just can't help it.

Shrugging to yourself, you cast your gaze around the small, sparsely furnished apartment you've been living in for a few months now - a pile of miscellaneous items shoved off into the corner of the living room, dirty dishes of all sorts littering the kitchenette.

Your living space mirrors your messy headspace.

Everything is just a disaster and you have no idea - nor the effort - to try and do anything to solve it.

"I just need a vacation... or something," You mutter lowly, hauling yourself off of the couch and wandering absentmindedly to the window.

The sun is shining brilliantly outside, illuminating the 21st century streets of Brooklyn in a warm glow.

People bustle through the streets, young children enjoying frozen treats, couples walking hand in hand...

Everyone else is carrying on with their lives, not a care in the world.

And yet, you're here. Rooted to the spot, scraping by day by day, only looking forward to nightfall - a time where you can just be alone in the darkness with no one but the stars and the Moon to judge you.

Ironically, the reason why a woman of your background is cooped up in this dingy apartment, working some tedious and boring day job, is because, well... the world ended.

And the man who had been funding your last job was killed.

Yeah. You'd been an Avenger.

Working alongside so many other well known and respected 'superheroes,'

But yet again, here you are. No special benefits, no thank yous. Nothing.

Not a single person you've met since the Battle of Earth has recognized you - which, maybe isn't such a bad thing.

It's sort of nice to lay low and try to live a somewhat normal life.

Though it wouldn't hurt to have someone to talk to...

Or a vacation...

"I wonder how he's doing," You muse aloud, feet carrying you back towards the couch, hands picking up your cell phone and tapping on the contacts app.