Bucky Barnes One Shots and Imagines

Joyride

A/N: This is a cute little idea that popped into my head. Bucky seems like a wild-child to me for some reason and wants the reader along for the "ride."

Enjoy!

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You weren't a risk taker.

You were a girl who played it safe, to a fault actually.

When you started dating ex-Avenger and 106-year-old super-soldier Bucky Barnes, you didn't think you'd be put through your paces.

You didn't think he'd force you out of your comfort zone.

You're snapped from your thoughts when you hear the revving of his motorcycle engine from outside of the coffee shop where you work as a barista.

Your boss flashes you a dirty look, most likely knowing that it's your boyfriend causing all the noise.

You check your watch and go to clock out, taking off your hat and apron and heading out the back door, where Bucky waits, leaning against his bike. He smirks at you. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You're not in the mood for games, and you tell him as much.

Bucky sighs and pushes off the bike, approaching you. "That's fair. I was wondering if you'd be up for a little joyride."

Of course, you're hesitant. "Bucky, I don't know about this."

He takes your hands and rubs the back of your right with the leather glove that covers his left. "I won't let you get hurt, alright?"

You roll your eyes. "James, a lot can happen that's out of our control."

"Is this why you're not very...adventurous?"

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, even though he's exactly right. "It's possible."

Thankfully, your answer doesn't seem to surprise him. It actually seems to be exactly what he expected you to say. "Tell you what, if you try this tonight, we can spend the next three under the covers at your apartment, with Miller."

Miller's your dachshund, and the previous love of your life. He and Bucky seem to get along perfectly, which is exactly what you wanted for them.

You smile. "You mean it?"

"Doll, do I ever say anything I don't wholeheartedly mean?"

You open your mouth to answer and he slaps his hand over your mouth. "On second thought, don't answer that question."

You lick his hand and he cringes and wipes it off on his pants as you giggle madly. "Very mature. Anyways, do we have a deal?"

You nod and shake his hand. "Yes, sir, we do."

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Bucky has to stop at a bike shop to get you a helmet first, but then you're off.

You're pretty sure your hair is going to look wild once you take off that helmet.

You soon reach a small diner, and Bucky docks his bike and helps you off of it before you take your helmet off. "Does my hair look as crazy as I think it does?"

He cringes. "Do you want the truth?"

You groan and pat it down. "One of the many reasons I've never done something like this before."

Bucky chuckles and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it. "I didn't say it was a bad thing, babydoll. I happen to like crazy-haired women."

You chuckle. "Is that so?"

"You'd be surprised what some of the women I've encountered over the decades have looked like. The eighties were...interesting."

Your heart drops into your stomach. "Did you ever...with those women?" you ask uneasily, not even being able to bring yourself to say the actual words.

Bucky looks shocked and shakes his head. "No, no. It's not like I had much 'me time' back then." He grasps your biceps, holding you firmly against his chest. "You're the only crazy-haired woman I've ever had eyes for, Y/N. That's a promise."

You grin happily and push up on your toes to peck his lips. "Now, where are we?"

He hooks his vibranium arm around your shoulders and leads you towards the diner. "This is my legacy. One of my little sisters started this little place up and dedicated herself to making sure veterans didn't go unseen. In fact, this is the only place I can use my senior discount."

You laugh loudly as you both head into the diner, a face that looks oddly similar to Bucky's greeting you. "Uncle Buck! Good to see you again!"

"Y/N, this is my great-niece, Jamie. Jamie, this is my girl, Y/N," Bucky says with a proud smile on his face.

Jamie grins and shakes your hand. "It's wonderful to meet you. Uncle Buck has said a lot of good things about you. I feel like I know you already."

You give an uneasy smile. "I wish I could say the same. Your uncle didn't tell me he had any living relatives."

Jamie gives her uncle a look. "I'll sic my mom on you, Uncle Buck."

Bucky holds his hands up in surrender. "Alright, I'll admit I haven't been completely honest with you two, but I'm hoping that'll change now."

Jamie grins. "Go sit down, old man. I'll get you the usual."

You shuffle around in your spot awkwardly as Bucky goes to sit down. "And what about me?"

She gives you an easy smile. "I've got you all figured out. Besides, my uncle already told me what you like. He loves you a lot, Y/N."

You smile. "The feeling is mutual."

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Later that night, Bucky drops you off at your apartment, leaning up against the bike as he bids you goodbye for the night. "So, how'd you like it?"

You smile. "It was amazing, but don't go forcing me out of my comfort zone all the time, James. There's a reason I don't do these kinds of things."

"Of course, doll. I just thought I'd be fun to live a little for once, you know?" He smiles at you. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I certainly did."

You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his cheek before pulling away. "You are a different breed, Barnes."

He smirks. "I know, but you love it."

"I do." You kiss him one last time. "Goodnight, Bucky."

Bucky gives you one last smile. "Goodnight, Y/N."