Bucky Barnes One Shots and Imagines

Keep Me Safe and Warm (40s)

A/N: Second part! Also gonna start doing questions soooooo...

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He was your best friend's brother, so it was wrong to want him...

Right?

Rebecca Barnes was oddly protective of her older and only brother, James, though it should logically be the other way around.

It all came to a head one fateful night, though.

You are running your finger over the rim of your glass, your foot tapping a steady rhythm against the barstool, when you feel a large hand grasp your shoulder.

"What's a pretty little dame like you doing in a place like this alone?" asks a husky voice that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You shake your head. "I don't think that's any of your business, sir." You smooth down your dress so you can occupy your increasingly shaky hands. "Can you please leave me?"

"Someone's gotta take care of you."

He won't take his dirty hand off of you; in fact, he's drifting it lower and lower into very dangerous territory, making your chest tighten in fear.

"I believe the lady asked you politely to leave."

You slump over in relief at the sound of James' Brooklyn drawl, but you apparently let your guard down too quickly.

The strange man grasps your neck and forces your head backwards, ignoring your obvious pull in the opposite direction. "Make me."

Before you know it, the unwelcome weight has left your body and you hear a loud thud against the nearest wall, and you finally find it in yourself to survey the man who had grabbed you.

"You touch another woman without her permission, you'll have to answer to me. Am I clear?" James says in a dark voice that doesn't even sound like him to you.

The man, who had just been overly confident not even a minute ago, nods his head in fear. "Crystal."

James shoves himself off the man. "Now get out of here, crawl back into the hole you came from."

James sits down beside you once he's sure the other man is gone. "You okay, doll?"

You rub your neck, which is still tingling, remembering the unwelcome touch from just a few minutes ago. "Yes. You didn't have to do that, James."

"For the millionth time, just call me Bucky, and stop listening so hard to what my sister says about me. It's probably not true."

You raise your eyebrows. "I'm sorry. I thought that's what you wanted."

He shakes his head, taking a sip from a glass of whiskey you just realized had been there the entire time. "Nah. Becs is just overprotective. Gets it from Ma." He shrugs. "I'm a big boy, and I can handle myself just fine." He leans towards you, so close you can smell the tang of whiskey on his breath. "And if I want a dame to call my own, I should be able to get one."

You swallow hard, your heart pounding again. "You want me?"

Bucky smiles, his blue eyes twinkling as he does so. "Always have, doll. Ever thought about why I always made it my mission to see you whenever you're with Becca?" He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. "You intrigue me, and I want nothing more than to be by your side."

Your face burns at the compliment and your hands start sweating. "If this is some joke Steve put you up to-"

"That punk is many things, but he's not in charge of my love life." He smiles again. "Whaddya say, doll?"

You bite your lip and nod, your face widening into an identical smile. "I'll be yours, if you'll be mine."

Bucky puts his finger under your chin and tilts your head up so your lips are only a few inches apart. "It's the only thing I'm sure I ever wanted."

And he kisses you.

And for once, you don't hear the voice of Rebecca Barnes, telling you not to pursue her big brother.

The man that had touched you is all but forgotten.

Everything is perfect.