Bucky x Reader

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It's 9.46 pm when we arrived back to the Tower. Everyone seems to be else where as we walk to the kitchen to grab some water. "You wanna watch a movie?" Bucky asks. Gulp the water down:"Yeah, what you wanna watch?" and start to head to the living room area. "Thought we watch it in my room." he put his glass down. In his room... Natasha's words comes back to mind. The 'gift' she gave me is in my purse hidden. "(Y/N)?" Bucky's voice brought me back. "S-sure. Yeah, let's... Yeah." try to flash a smile and head to the lift. "What's wrong?" he stands still. Turn to face him with gentle smile:"Nothing, just... What movie?".

Soon we arrive to his bedroom's door. My knees start to shake and heart squeezes. 'He must have thought about it too.' Bucky opens the door and let me go in first. "My lady." he jokes. Looking into his eyes, they are soft and caring. It's going to be alright. Going into the new environment, my eyes dart around it. Never been in Bucky's room before. The layout is same as mine, but all the furnitures are different. Hearing the door getting close behind me, I got more nervous. It's like we are the only ones in the whole building. "Make yourself comfortable." Bucky puts his jacket away and goes to the bathroom. "Right..." I take my jacket off. 'How long has it been since Bucky got out with a woman? Too long.' He comes back and sits down to his bed. I just stand there, like a lost dog. "What are you doing there? Come here." he chuckle. Push my thoughts away and climb next to him.

Then we put some random movie on, that is quite boring. After watching it more than half an hour, Bucky and I have curled up in each others arms naturally. The touch of his hand is so careful and caring while he plays with my hair. I could just fall into sleep like this. Then he slightly turns his head to look at me:"Did I tell you, you look beautiful?". Blush comes up to my face. Can't help but smile:"You're not bad yourself.". Our eyes met and he leans in and places lips on mine. We start kissing. Without breaking the kiss, I lay down on my back and Bucky lays on his side, half of his body on me. Hands wonder from his hair down to his back, and back up. Gently, he nibbles my lower lip. My hands start to shake, rest of my body follows.

Bucky feels this and pulls away. Without realizing there's tears form on my eyes. It got him worried:"What's wrong, doll?". He's going to leave me, like Adam did, if I say no to him. "N-nothing. I guess... I'm little bit nervous." I swallow the words. "For what?" his voice is soft. The words get stuck on my throat. Then Bucky realizes:"You didn't think that..-". Slight blush raises on his cheeks. Couple tears run down my face and I cover my face:"I'm sorry! I just- ", "No, no. (Y/N)..." he hugs me tight and raise us to sit without breaking the hug. What's wrong with me? Bucky holds me in his arms and gives me the time to calm down. Just like the night at the motel...

When he feels I'm getting more calm, he pulls away a little and caress my cheeks with both hands. "I just thought we could watch a movie without anyone jumping out of nowhere. You know how crazy it can be with all the others..." he explains. "Yeah..." I sniff. "So there's no reason to cry, okay? No matter how crappy the movie is." he jokes and I laugh. There's relief look on both of our faces. Rest of the night we just cuddle till midnight. As the time goes by, both of our eyes start to close little by little. I could easily fall sleep here... I start to get up from Bucky's warm arms:"Guess, I'll go own be.-", "No." he pulls me back in his arms half asleep. I let out a lazy laugh:"Sir, the date is over." and struggle to get out of his arms. Bucky firm his grip around me and sniff my hair. "Ten more minutes." he bargain with raspy voice. Why he has to be so freaking cute?!

Before I could protest, he continue:"I sleep better when you're around...". Slight blush raises on my cheeks:"How you know?". He pauses for a second, thinking should he tell or not. Then he gets up, goes to his nightstand and opens one of the drawers. I raise myself to sit and try to see what is he doing. Familiar notebook comes in sight. The red notebook he always carries with him. Bucky comes sit back on edge of the bed. For a minute we stay silent, giving the time he needs before speaking. "...I, I have kept writing into this notebook. Things I remember. Things I've missed past years, movies, songs and such..." he began. I listen every word carefully, face full of compassion. "..And people who I mistreated." he sound so broken, looking down in his hands that the little notebook is. Don't know what to say or do, I come next to him and place my hand on his. Guess all I can do now is just be present. Out of all people, him opening up is big deal.