Doll. // Bucky Barnes X OC

FIFTEEN

Melany stirred awake, feeling her head on a hard surface. She looked up, seeing Bucky. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. She laid there for a moment looking over his features. He looked so calm and peaceful when asleep. She smiled a little. She ran her hand over his torso, drawing mindless designs in his skin as she admired him.

After a moment she tried rolling out of his grip to get out of bed. She was stopped by metal whirring and gripping harder to her waist. She tried stifling a giggle as she laid back against him. She kissed his chest and then moved up. She looked at where the metal met with his flesh. She'd never really paid enough attention to his skin. It was deeply scarred. She gently ran her fingers down it, causing him to stir a little.

He looked down at her, seeing what she was looking at. "What're you doing, Mel?" He asked in a gravelly voice.

"Sorry." She took her hand away, placing it on his chest.

"No, it's okay." He chuckled, grabbing her hand and putting it back where it was. "It feels good." He placed his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes again.

She smiled a little. She leaned up, kissing the deep scars. Bucky looked down at her. He'd never let anyone touch his scars, let alone be close enough to notice them. He was ashamed of them, he never liked what he was, and now when he finally got a little calm in Wakanda, the only thing he wanted to do was make it right; after meeting Melany he wanted to make it right by her. He felt tears prick his eyes, but he blinked them away before she could notice. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

He wanted to tell her he loved her right now. It felt like the perfect moment for him. While they haven't been dating for very long, everything was perfect. Steve was over his infatuation, Melany wasn't afraid of him, Bruce trusted him with his daughter after what he's done.

But instead, he stayed quiet, feeling his chest feel like it was glowing as he stared at his doll.

She reached up, threading her fingers through his messy bedhead hair. He smiled a little, rubbing his arm over her side. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good." She smiled. "What about you?"

"Amazing." He gave her a smile back. She leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. She rolled out of his grip, causing him to frown. "Where are you going?" He sat up, watching her.

"I'm not staying in bed all day, Bucky." She smiled as she reached into her closet. She grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and threw them on. She grabbed a bra and turned away from him. She slipped off her shirt.

He internally groaned when she turned away from him. He stood up and walked over to her. She clipped her bra as he placed his hands on her waist. "What do you want to do today?" He placed his head on her chin, keeping her from putting a shirt on.

"We could go on our date today?" She turned her head to look at him. "Let me put my shirt on, Bucky." She giggled.

He shook his head. "We can go tonight." He paused. "And I don't think so." He pressed his lips into her shoulder and moved up to her neck.

"Buckyyy." She giggled, pulling away from him. She quickly pulled his shirt back over her head. "It's your shirt." She countered. "You should be happy." She teased.

He rolled his eyes, smiling back at her. "I am." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Very happy." He kissed her forehead. "Are you hungry?" He looked down at her.

She nodded. She liked knowing he didn't mind taking care of her, not that she needed it, but it made her feel safe. She wanted to tell him she loved him, but instead, she too stayed quiet. She felt the butterflies grow in her chest as they stood there for a moment, holding each other.