Avengers Imagines

Bucky Barnes- I'm a Fucking Idiot

I'm a Fucking Idiot

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Abilities: Earth elemental control

Age: 24

Word count: 2393

READERS POV

It was going on almost an entire year that Bucky and I had been together, and we had recently moved into the apartment that Tony had built for us in the tower a couple months ago. Right now, I was happily making my way towards the living room with a surprise in my hands, albeit cautiously, where I knew that Bucky was. Currently, I was on a medical leave after being shot in the abdomen three times.

It had been two weeks since I had been shot, and not being able to do much had given me the idea to make a scrapbook for Bucky of the two of us. I had just finished it and was super excited to show him.

Growing up, my parents had always been away on business trips, leaving me with nannies to take care of me. The nannies never seemed to take to me. They were always rude and changing constantly, and my entire childhood I felt like I was alone. I had always found myself feeling connected to nature, often using it as an escape from the life I was living in. So, when I found out about my ability to control and manipulate the earth at age sixteen, I ran away from home. Guess there was a reason I always felt so connected. The Avengers ended up finding me on the streets and took me in, and I had been here since. That was eight years ago.

Although I have the team now and love them very much, they're my family, when Bucky joined the team four years after I did, he just seemed to understand me in a way that no one else could. So, I was really hoping that he was going to like this.

I quietly approached the living room, hearing Bucky on the phone. I was about to walk in and sit and wait for him to be finished when his next words stopped me in my tracks.

"No Steve. She's just being extremely clingy and it's driving me crazy." He paused for a second, listening to Steve's response. "Yes, I know she's injured. But I mean come on, give a man some time to breathe."

I was being clingy? Was I really too much?

A few silent tears began to roll down my face, and I looked down at the scrapbook in my hands heartbroken. I sniffled and began backing away from the living room, retreating back to our bedroom. Why would he say something like that? Did he really mean it? I thought.

I made it to our bedroom and set the scrapbook back in its hiding place between our mattress and the bed frame. Quietly crawling into bed, I wiped at some of the tears running down my cheeks with the back of my hand. I was trying to be as silent as I could. I didn't need Bucky knowing I was crying and asking me what was wrong.

Bucky came in a few minutes later. I heard him shuffling around our room getting ready for bed before he crawled in beside me. He tried to wrap his arms around me, but I pulled myself out of them, scooting as close to the edge of the bed as I possibly could without falling off.

I could almost hear the gears turning in his brain, but he decided to leave it for the night, switching the light off and bathing us both in darkness.

The next morning, I woke up before Bucky as I always did. Instead of sticking around like usual, I made sure I was gone before he'd come to. I hid in the tower library and would continue to do so for the next few days. Always making sure I was gone before he was awake, and back after him. No longer greeting him at the door as I used to. No longer cuddling into him in bed. I was determined to show him that I wasn't clingy, even if it broke me inside to be apart from him.