bucky barnes imagines

xviii. reassurance

              friday i'm in love — phoebe bridgers

You sat in the car outside the apartment complex Bucky was currently in. You didn't want him to be alone while he did this, but you did want to give him some space by waiting in the car.

Bucky had finally gotten enough confidence and reassurance to apologize to Yori for the death of his son that he had caused during his time as the Winter Soldier.

He had been so nervous and down the past few days, and you were worried. You hoped that once he finally got the courage to say it the weight on his shoulders would settle a bit.

You fidgeted with your hands nervously, and tapped on the wheel. It was already fairly dark outside, and the street lights were on.

You let out a shaky sigh and looked over at the apartment complex again.

• • •

You guessed only about twenty minutes had passed but it felt like forever when Bucky finally came out of the front doors.

You silently waited for him to come around to the passenger seat, turning on the car in the process.

Bucky opened the door and sat in the seat. He didn't say anything as you looked toward him. "Okay?" you said almost quietly.

He kept looking forward and when he finally turned to you his eyes were rimmed with silver. He gave you the slightest of nods and reached over for your hand that was resting on the compartment in between the seats.

You held his hand in comfort, "Let's go home, okay?" He again nodded his head and pulled his hand away hesitantly.

The drive back home was silent.

When you arrived, you unlocked the door to the condo you shared. Bucky headed straight for the bedroom, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

You decided not to follow him and occupied yourself with cleaning up the kitchen and the living room a little.

Once you were finished, you then headed for your room. When you walked in Bucky was already in bed, and the lamps on the nightstands were off. You could tell he wasn't asleep though.

You cleaned up in the bathroom, putting on one of your many stolen shirts from Bucky, this one being particularly your favourite because it was the biggest which made it even comfier.

You walked out and got under the covers, turning on your side to Bucky who wasn't facing you. You slid your hand to his back, rubbing it soothingly. "Bucky," you spoke.

He turned over so that he was laying on his back, head facing towards you. You rearranged your hand to fall on his bicep and shifted a bit closer.

Once your eyes adjusted to the dark, you could see his face more clearly. He'd been crying. His eyes were puffed up slightly and dry tears settled on his cheeks.

"Oh bucky," you whispered, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. You used your hand to wipe the tears and the other went to his hair, staying there.

Bucky's hand went up to cup your face. "Y/n." His voice wavered. "I'm sorry," he said. His first words in a while. Your eyebrows furrowed confusingly. "For ignoring you."

You didn't know that him choosing not to want to speak about it was considered ignoring, and it hurt your heart that he had always carried the burden of saying "sorry" to everyone around him. Even strangers.

"It's okay, Buck. You did well today. You finally got it out. I'm proud of you." Lines of silver now coated his eyes at your words. "Don't cry it's okay, come here."

You laid down on your back and opened your arms, and he willingly came down, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you gently.

Bucky looked up at you, then came up and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "I love you," he whispered, placing another one on the side of your mouth, and you returned it with kissing him fully on the lips, "I love you too, Bucky."