Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

The Prophecy

"Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul."
-Gianna Perada

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Nova's POV

I keep my chin raised for a few seconds as I walk back home.
After last night's event, I didn't get much sleep but decided to go for a walk to brush off the sleepiness.
"You going somewhere?" I wonder, seeing Bucky standing against a wall, a few feet from our building.
The left corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk, immediately changing my humor. "I was waiting for you," He simpers, and I frown.
"Why not wait inside?" I ask, stopping in front of him.
He reveals his hands, giving me a bunch of flowers, and my eyes widen. "For me?" I smile, smelling the colorful flowers.

"Would you," Bucky hesitates and lowers his gaze for a second, clearing his throat.
"Would you like to go out on a date with me?" He smiles, and my breath hitches.
I look down, moving some dirt with my shoe. "Gee, I don't know. I really should think about it before giving you an answer." I mumble, knitting my brows together.
"Oh," Bucky hums, scratching the back of his head, "sure, yeah. I mean, it was just an idea. You don't have to say yes." He rolls his shoulders, now caught off guard.
My mouth twitches, trying to keep in a laugh, and he frowns. "Oh, boy," I burst into laughter, "I was kidding. Yes, I'd love to." I beam, kissing his cheek.

Bucky's shoulders relax, and he gives me an annoyed look, "Unbelievable." He scoffs, wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding me into the building.
"Where are we going tonight?" I wonder, leaving my shoes at the entrance.
Bucky groans, walking past me. "You will know when you see it." He huffs, heading to the kitchen.
"Tony's card really comes in hand. We finally have something to drink." He notes, grabbing two beers from the fridge.
I walk into the kitchen and sit on one of the stools, looking at him with a grudge. "Oh, come on! I'm curious." I whinge, crossing my arms on the counter.
He stops in front of me, pressing his lips on mine. "Sounds like a you problem, sugar." Bucky chuckles, sliding me an open beer on the counter.
I take a sip of my beer and start to think of how I can make him spill his plans for tonight.

I stand up, walking to him, and I watch him lean against the sink, rolling his eyes. "Is it a restaurant?" I wonder, narrowing my eyes.
He shakes his head, wrapping his right arm around my waist and grabbing my ass. "I'm not answering any of your questions related to tonight." He points his metal finger at me, taking a sip of his beer. 
I smirk, clinging to his side and giving him a coy look. "Is it somewhere outside?" I insist, trying to keep a straight face. I don't actually want to know, but annoying him is still fun. "Did you hear that the people on the third floor got into an argument with the old lady on the first floor? It looks like she didn't appreciate the loud music." He smirks, and I scoff, taking another sip from my beer.

I move to the side, shaking my head. "Don't try to distract me, Barnes." I breathe, leaning next to him and looking up at him.
Bucky sighs deeply and looks away. "We just had a round this morning, don't look at me like that." He exasperates, and I chuckle.
"What? I'm just looking at you." I protest, feeling a grin forming on my lips.
"Yeah, with your fuck me eyes." Bucky croaks, wetting his lips. Oh, to feel those on my body.
I press my lips in a line, glancing at him. "If I want you to fuck me, all I have to do is ask, or just do this," I whisper, reaching for his parted lips and resting my hand on his shoulder.

His lips stop when he feels my hand moving down his abdomen and sneaking under his t-shirt.
I feel his muscles under my fingertips, and I smile against his lips, hesitating on the elastic of his boxers.
"It seems like you've already recovered from this morning's round," I purr in his ear, resting my hand on the bulge in his underwear.
I look up at him, meeting his blue eyes and feeling my stomach sink.
Bucky's right hand reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
I let my hand slide in, grabbing his erection and stroking it. "Always so needy for me, huh?" I whisper, feeling his dick twitching. I love to watch him melt under my touch.