James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

Desperate times call for Desperate confessions (pt.2)

Question of the day: What's your favorite sport?

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Random Thought/Note: I probably should've put a warning in the first one for the self abuse thing....yeah....imma go do that. And why the frick is Wattpad updating so much???

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                     *Bucky's POV*

It's been a few days since the last incident with me and Y/n. After my much needed rest, I felt more awake, per say. The night before was embarrassing and not to mention full on terrible. Not only did I somehow manage to make things worse between me and Y/n, but I made a complete fool of myself when she found me....busy.

I couldn't believe I didn't hear her come in. With all this Super Soldier shit in my blood and Hydra training with that, I could've at least heard the door open. When she left, I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I had actually fucked up. She said she loved me. Me, of all people. She's gorgeous in so many different ways, she could've had anyone in the goddamn world, but she chose me. The hideous monster that only comes out when no one's around, the creature with a metal arm, the guy with the messed up, greasy, and long ass hair. I've called myself so many things that I'm pretty sure I've got everything related to 'Disgusting' in the dictionary. Sighing, I stood from my bed and decided to keep the promise I made to myself and go see Bruce.

It's what Y/n would've wanted me to do for myself...to be better. I thought, looking down at my hands.

The tape she had wrapped my shoulder with was sticky and pokey. It was uncomfortable. I couldn't take it off just yet, incase Bruce had some tactic for that or something. I took my shower and got dressed, I haven't tried to look decent in a while since there was no meaning or occasion for it. But, I was doing it for Y/n, to be better for her and myself. I didn't want to go full out, so I settled on a sweater and sweatpants, something I'd wear if Tony wanted to do last minute shopping with the team. As I heading out my room, the first person I ran into was Y/n. She was just passing my room, a tub of her favorite Ice cream in her hand, her hair (up/down), in baggy pajama pants, and a huge T-shirt coming down to her knees. Even seeing her in her morning state made my heart flutter, she was beautiful in my eyes. For a moment, we both froze, eyes locked with barley any movement.

"Hey," She finally spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, "Uhm, what whatcha doin'?"

"I, uh, I'm...going to see Bruce. For my arm." I clarified, rambling.

A small smile formed on her lips, one's that I could kiss all day if she'd let me, "Okay. Do you want to go by yourself or...?"

Hint hint, Barnes!

"You could come if you want. I don't know, honestly. It'd be better if you were around anyways." I admitted, shutting up my thoughts.

"Okay." She smiled, nodding, "I'm going as is and I'm keeping the Ice cream, it's good."

I chuckled, nodding as well. She stepped to the side, letting me come out as I closed my door. As we walked the halls, she was humming to herself. It sounded like a smooth melody but even sweeter when she was humming it. After a couple of nervous-recked minutes, we finally reached the Medical Bay and found Bruce at his desk going over some papers. Y/n walked up and stood at the side of the desk, looking over Bruce's shoulder and down at his paperwork.

"Whatcha workin' on there?" She chirped, smiling down at him.

Bruce raised his head, smiling back, "Just some old files Tony gave me from a couple missions ago. I didn't finish them so, here I am."