Avengers Imagines

Ch. 19~Five Stages-Bucky Fluff

I take a deep breath and adjust the blanket over my feet instead of over my knees. Then back. Then over my feet again. Sighing, I shut my eyes for a second. "Keep it together. It's just Ross. He's your boyfriend." I talk to myself like an idiot. We'd been together for two years and the romance had sort of fizzled out recently. He's working as an intern at the hospital so he always gets the shit hours while I'm a resident nurse at the Avenger's facility. Super soldiers heal a bit faster than the average Jane or Joe, so my job is a bit easier, if also a bit more eclectic.

Skip to now with me in new black lace lingerie, on new red silk sheets, and the weird smell of over a dozen differently scented candles all around because they were all we had. If this doesn't recapture the romance, I have no clue what will. The doorknob of the bedroom wiggles and I sit up a little straighter while fixing my hair. My heart thumps a bit faster as it opens, then feels like it drops to my stomach.

"Ross?" I call quietly and he disconnects his face with the dirty blonde he'd been kissing to look at me with wide eyes. His lips are stained bright pink.

"Y/N?" His dark eyes scan me in shock as I gather the red silk sheet around me and stand up. Embarrassment fills me as the girl and I look each other up and down. "Uh, what...what are you doing here?" He asks as he and the girl skirt to the side hand in hand.

My brows furrow as my entire body now flushes with anger. "What am I doing here? Me? What the hell is she doing here? You know what, nevermind, I can figure out what she's doing here." I reach over and grab the closest clothes available through burgeoning tears, leaving the sheet and tossing them on.

"Hold on, there's an explanation for this-"

I scoff and push past the both of them to grab my purse and keys, then swing open the door with a slam before looking back at both of them. "What are you going to say, Ross? You were trying to spice up our relationship by adding another person? Bullshit. You're a selfish ass for this. Don't be here tomorrow so I can get my stuff." I turn, but he actually has the nerve to catch up with me and grab my arm.

"Look-" But he doesn't get the chance to say anything because as soon as I turn around I uppercut him with a vengeance. His hand opens and I rush out as fast as I can. I go to the one place he isn't allowed to go; the facility. I cry in the cab, I cry while I'm waiting for the gate to open, then I settle in one of the guest rooms nurses and doctors are allowed to use on long nights and cry there. My nose is running disgustingly and I'm wiping it with the bottom of my shirt when a whiff of smell comes through. Its Ross's shirt.

"Ugh!" I rip it off and throw it across the small room as another torrent of tears flows out of me. A soft knock sounds at the door and my head snaps up. "Are you dying?" I shout and there's a brief pause.

"No, but-"

"Then go away!" I sniffle and sigh when the door opens anyway to reveal a hulking man with dark shoulder length hair, scruff, and bright blue eyes that put any sapphire to shame. Bucky Barnes and I had become close friends over my time here, much to everyone else's surprise. He's the one who almost always gets the most injured on missions and I'm the only one who was always willing to treat him. Sometimes I think he lets himself get injured as a roundabout way of self-harm.

I've always been the one never afraid to touch him. I'm the one who doesn't stand for his tantrums; flipping a table after a mission gone wrong, knives in the cabinet after not being able to save everyone, his silences when his guilt becomes too much. I'm the one not afraid to get into screaming matches with him when he's being a fucking idiot. And he does the same for me when he can.

He comes in and shuts the door behind him, surveying the shirt on the floor, my shirtless self still in lingerie, my sweatpants which are on backwards, and finally my face covered in snot and tears. "Are you dying?" He asks and gets a pitiful, high-pitched ha from me.