Avengers: Reader Inserts

Holiday Vacation ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

 Word Count: 2,235ish

Summary: You drag Bucky to Tony's private island for a much needed holiday vacation.

Warnings: gruppy Bucky, allusions to sex

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Bucky was only going on this Holiday Vacation you forced him on because you were excited. When you first surprised him with the 2 weeks alone on Tony's private island, your eyes were too bright and your smile was too big for him to say no. He had hoped that the holidays would be a simple, relaxing time where he could just stay cuddled up in bed. Unfortunately for him, you had other plans.

You were jumping, unable to stand still the second he agreed to go. You gave him the biggest hug before getting to packing. You informed him that you would be leaving in the morning, so packing would need to be done fast. To be honest though, Bucky didn't know what to pack. He was used to the cold and wearing tactical or training gear. Not shorts and swim trunks. In fact, he didn't even own any swim trunks, he had to borrow some from Steve. Then there was the fear about his arm, could he even go in the ocean or play in the sand with it?

That night, you were so excited you could barely slept. Bucky could barely sleep because he didn't know what to expect and because he really didn't want to go. But you were laying right next to him, so he couldn't let you in on his feelings.

"Bucky! It's time to go!" You called from the bedroom. He was currently in the connected bathroom. "I've already got the bags on the jet."

Bucky huffed before exiting the bathroom. You smiled widely at him. Grabbing his metal hand, you pulled him close and gave him a soft kiss.

"Are you ready?" You asked, looking up at him expectedly.

"Mhm," he hummed with a nod. "You?"

"Yes. Let's get going."

Gripping onto his hand tightly, you practically dragged him to the jet. The coordinates were already in and autopilot began as soon as the door automatically shut behind Bucky. You giggled as you sat down in one of the luxurious seats and watched out the window as the jet took off. Bucky found himself sitting across from you.

"So, when we get there, what do you want to do first?" You asked, excitement dripped from your every word. "Tony's giving us full access and as even hired a chef and a few housekeepers for us!"

"Wow," Bucky mumbled, eyes moving from you to stare out the window.

"He has wave runners and boats that we can use in the water around the island. A large movie room. I've seen a picture of the bedroom we'll be staying in which is huge. We could start there, if you want. You know, have a little fun first."

"I'm good with whatever."

Your brows furrowed at his uninterested tone. You tilted your head and studied him for a moment.

"Bucky," you softly said, moving closer to the man. "Are you okay?"

He looked back at you and flashed a tight smile. "I'm fine," he responded. "Just tired."

You nodded, standing up. "Okay. I'll leave you to take a nap then."

Bucky's mouth moved up and down like a fish as you walked back to another seat, further away. He slumped in his chair and sighed. He wanted to have fun with you, just like you wanted. But his fears, worries, and slight disappointment of not being home for the holidays were getting to him. He wished that he could voice all of this to you, he knew you would listen and understand, you always did, but he didn't want to hurt you. You were too excited about this all. He had to at least try and feel excited too.