Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Bucky Barnes - The Parents Pt. 2

A/N: I finally managed to think up a second part to this so enjoy :)
I recommend rereading the first part to fully understand.

Also I'm going to write in first person sometimes because that's easier and I find it less awkward.

I sighed as I left another voicemail. "Hey, Bucky. It's (y/n). Again. I haven't heard from you in months. I just wanted to say sorry. Sorry for what happened and, uh, well... I'm sorry for what must be the fiftieth call."

I took a shaky breath, trying desperately not to seem needy or weak without him. But it was too hard.

"I saw you on TV the other day. You and the Avengers. You did good, saving those people. Anyway... I'm finally saying goodbye. I'm sorry, Buck, I really am."

I put the phone away and closed my eyes to stop the tears. I didn't think it was possible to miss someone so much and yet here I was. Six months and not a word. I didn't know if I was being too hung up on him or if my concern was valid, but it was the little things that made everything harder.

Even walking down the street was weird. Bucky used to hold my hand and twirl me around and now I was just walking aimlessly.

"Don't be such a Bella." I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

I had to shop for my nephew's birthday because it was coming up fast and the kid had been pestering me for days, dropping hints that he was obsessed with Supernatural lately. Having watched the show for quite some time myself, I had a rough idea of what to get him.

As I walked into the mall, everyone was already rushing around for their own business, not paying attention to anyone but themselves. It was chaos.

After an hour of trying to find what I wanted, I was ready to leave and head home. As I walked towards the exit, I couldn't help thinking something was off.

Amongst those still rushing around, there were the occasional few who just stood in complete silence and stared. They weren't checking bags because they didn't have any and they weren't speaking to anyone. I would have mistaken them for security any other day but they weren't wearing uniform. It was very weird. And, as I was about to leave, the ground shook and a defeaning bang echoed around the floors.

Time seemed to speed past in a blur.

One moment I was standing at the exit with my bag, and the next I was huddled in the pool of people with armed guards yelling at us to sit down and shut up. They barked orders and the people trembled and cried, fearful for their lives. And although I was also terrified, I tried to remain calm.

"The charges set?" One guard nearby asked a friend.

"And waiting." They confirmed.

I froze. Charges? Were they going to blow this place up? What about all the people here? There were children.

"Time to send a message." The same guard said, pulling a detonator from his jacket.

Again, time seemed to fluctuate.

There was a loud boom, people screaming and shouting. The very core of the earth seemed to shake and I couldn't even keep myself up.

There was a rumble from above and I rolled onto my back, struggling to see what was happening. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a crack in the ceiling, slowly forming a distorted chunk that was ready to fall. I thought that was it. That I would die. I even closed my eyes, waiting for it.

But it never came.

I saw a figure standing over me, holding a shield which had somehow cracked the chunk of ceiling in two and avoided it falling on us. I had to blink several times to process it, but I recognised him.

"Steve?" I managed to say, staggering to my feet quickly.

He seemed just as surprised. "(Y/n)?"

However, we didn't have time to stop and chat because the guards had seen him and started attacking. He kept me out of the way and safe right as two more Avengers came bursting in to fight. Natasha and... Bucky.

I could have sworn my heart stopped as I watched him. It felt like I'd taken a blow to the chest and been left winded. Six months suddenly felt like six years. I could barely breathe.

As they fought the guards, my eyes stayed glued to him. I couldn't deny I still thought he was inexplicably attractive, but my heart was aching again, even after all these months. By the time the fight was done, I was already walking over, my entire body shaking and my head wondering what the hell I was supposed to say.

"Bucky..." I whispered, eyes stinging with tears.

He turned and saw me standing there. Immediately his expression became hard and cold, as if he was facing down an old enemy. I could see so many emotions pass over his face that even I got confused by it.

"Bucky, I-"

But I didn't get to finish because he started walking away. I panicked, wanting the chance to finally explain why I never told my parents the truth. I couldn't stop myself from calling after him.

"Stop!" I yelled, making him freeze up. "I know why you're mad but I don't know why you won't talk to me! I can't- I..." I took a deep breath. "I have tried to tell you that I am so sorry but I don't get anything back from you! Why can't you talk to me?"

"Because it'll be like losing you all over again." He finally responded, voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" I questioned, taking a step closer.

"I lost you." He said, turning around to face me. "I lost you, and it hurt."

"Bucky-"

"-You wanna know what I'm scared of? I'm scared of everything! I'm scared to go out because I don't want to risk seeing you. I'm scared to look at the walls because the pictures of you are still up. I'm scared to talk to you because I don't want to lose you again!"

"You couldn't lose me even if you tried. I'm... I'm really sorry that I didn't tell my parents about us, okay? They've always been so protective and of course I love them for it, but I didn't know how they'd react."

He closed his eyes, finally approaching me. "I know. I just thought everything was okay, that I wouldn't have to hide what we had."

"I know. I'm sorry."

He managed a smile. "You don't have to keep saying that."

"Oh. Sor-" I cut myself off with a small, slightly awkward laugh. "I think it's best we sit down and talk somewhere that isn't covered in bad guy bodies."

He looked around and nodded. "I know a place."