pov- imagines

PIGGYBACK- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: talks of exhaustion, a lot of fluff, short
about: bucky giving y/n a piggyback ride
a/n: shortie but a cutie i think. i didn't want to lengthen this just for the sake of lengthening it, so i left it where i thought was best.

you're in shape. great shape— it's a thing that goes along with being an avenger— meaning you can run a few miles without breaking a sweat, spar for hours without feeling the real effects of being tired, and hold your own against gods and enhanced agents. however— the fact that you're in great shape only helps so much when you are this exhausted, and your super-soldier boyfriend, who physically cannot get tired, is unconcerned about a few extra miles around new york after a tiring session of training following an exhausting mission. you, on the other hand, very much are concerned, especially when you realize you can't feel your legs.

"bucky," you groan when you turn a corner together, finally letting yourself take a break and lean against a building. your chest is heaving, knees on the verge of shaking from the excessive use from the day.

"one more, sweetheart," he says, not even out of breath. it annoys you, and you pout, running your hand down your face.

"you said that three laps ago," you remind, leaning against him when he comes closer. you can feel yourself barely an inch away from letting yourself dump all of your weight on him; he could handle it, probably welcome it since he had barely gotten to touch you today. although that was on him and his insistence on running a ridiculous amount of laps after a mission.

"alright then, dove. let's head back so we can sleep for the rest of the day," he obliges, pressing a kiss to your heated forehead. "but we have to take the long way so we avoid all the traffic."

you groan again, flopping your head on his chest. "my legs feel like they're gonna fall off," you complain. feeling another wave of knee-dropping exhaustion run through you at the thought of taking another step. there's the reassuring thought that if you really needed to, you could run three more laps, but you don't need to right now, and your boyfriend is in front of you, offering the sense of comfort that allows you to look up at him with doe eyes and a question you wouldn't dare ask anyone else on your tongue.

he hears it before you have a chance to say it, a goofy smile taking up his face when he realizes. "'wanna piggyback ride?" he asks.

"yeah," you mumble against his shirt, "please."

"anything for you, sweetheart," he tells you, kissing your nose as you back away a step, allowing for him to turn and bend down, inviting you on his back. you climb on him, your arms loosely wrapping around his neck as his arms hoist your legs up higher on his back. "comfortable?" he checks, getting his answer when you lean your cheek on the crown of his head. his hair tickles at your chin, and you lazily press your lips to the soft brown.

"yeah," you answer audibly, "thank you, bucky."

"anything for my girl," he repeats honestly, beginning to walk back towards the tower.