Bucky Barnes One Shots

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Summary: Bucky Barnes is a vampire you've been hunting for a while now, but when you finally find him, feelings get in the way.
Word Count: 1.8k
Request by: dena_dixon_87

"You need to give it a rest y/n," Wanda says as she folds a baby blue onesie. Tommy and Billy and sound asleep in their cradles, giving you and Wanda time to talk about this.

"I'm doing the world a favor. Bucky Barnes is a dangerous vampire. I only hunt and kill the dangerous ones," you say.

"I know that y/n, I just feel like you're chasing a dead end," Wanda sighs. You look at her. "I mean, he is dead—"

"You know that's not what I mean," Wanda scolds.

You watch as she gets up to put the twins' close away. "If you ever do find him, be safe. Please. I don't want something to go sideways and you end up dead," Wanda says.

She walks back over to you and sits down. "After all, you are Tommy and Billy's godmother. If something bad happens to me or Vis, you have to take care of them," she says.

"I'll train them to kill vampires," you say with a smile that fades when Wanda gives you a glare. "Kidding kidding. You know I wouldn't."

~

"Well, well, well, you finally found me," Bucky chuckles as he walks in a large circle around you. His eyes scan over you from head to toe. Your heart beats heavily against your ribs as you watch his every movement. A wooden stake in your hand, ready to strike.

One things for sure, he's more handsome in person. And taller. God he's tall. Breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes. A smile that'll make anyone week in their knees. He's wearing black skinny jeans, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. Holy hell he looks good.

He steps closer and closer, until he's right in front of you. "Tell me, how long have you wanted this?" He asks.

A new kind of fear courses through your veins. One you've never felt before as you stare into your enemies eyes. "C'mon, you're a smart girl, use your words," he says.

"Three years," you croak out, trying to keep your voice even, but failing. A smirk stretches on his lips. "Three years huh? That's a long time for a human," Bucky says.

A finger from his right hand goes under your chin and tilts your head up. "Poor doll," he pouts in a condescending tone. Then before you know it, his left hand is grasping the stake out of your hand. You reach for it, but he moves it behind his back.

"Ah ah ah. Play nice doll," he says.

He places a chaste kiss to your cheek, before he's gone. Leaving you standing there, probably looking like an idiot.

~

"Hold on, he kisses your cheek, and then left?" Wanda asks. You nod. "Why didn't you stake him when you had the chance?"

"I don't know Wanda. It was like I couldn't. Maybe he compelled me to stand still," you say.

"You can't be compelled," Wanda says.

"Yea I know," you sigh as you sit down.

"So what happened?"

"I don't know Wanda."

"You choked, y/n," Wanda says as she sits next to you. You look at her confused. "On what?"

"On your feelings. You finally found him, and every thought ran through your head. Every idea you've had to kill him coursed through your mind and you choked," Wanda says.