Bucky Barnes imagines

Forgive Me, Part 2

A/N: Hello, my loves! I apologize for nearly taking two months to get a sequel out, but there is a reason for that. (Aside from spilling coffee on my laptop, which thankfully still works lol) I will talk more about that in a second author's note at the end. :) 

I decided to finish this part with an open ending. I could just finish it here and leave it up to your imagination. Or, I could turn this into a (mini) series. (I'm honestly up for the challenge, but I'm wondering if any of you are interested in more). Let me know what you all think!

-M <3

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It took just over an hour for her to drift to sleep, but I remained next to her for as long as I could. I did not dare to take my eyes off of her, not even for a moment. It felt as if she would slip through my fingers the moment I looked away, becoming nothing more than a warm memory and a devastating loss. Her mortality was always something that I worried about, especially when she went on missions. I did not think that I could ever survive losing her. And after what almost happened today, I knew that I most certainly wouldn't have.

My fingers gently pushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear, moving to linger against her cheek, still damp with tears. Even as she slept, Y/N did not look like she found peace. Dark shadows lingered under her eyes, and bruises dotted the skin of her jaw from the mission. Her body, although settled into the mattress and against my chest, felt tense as if she could not let herself rest.

The buzz of my phone interrupted my thoughts, and my hand reached out to grab it off of the nightstand. Steve's name flashed across the screen, and not long after, Natasha's and Wanda's did as well. I could not even bear the thought of looking at any of them so I had only asked FRIDAY to update them on what happened and asked to be left alone. The incoming text notifications rotated between the three of them, yet I refused to answer any of them.

I had a hard time identifying exactly how I was feeling, but I knew that anger was certainly there. How could it not? Perhaps I had been ignorant to how bad things had become, but I trusted all of them to at least treat Y/N with some sort of dignity. Instead, they had treated her like she meant nothing, and she accepted it without a second thought. That hurt infinitely more than the wound in my shoulder.

I placed the phone back on the nightstand, sinking deeper into the covers and gently pulling Y/N closer if that was even possible. I let my lips brush against her forehead, my eyes finally falling shut for a moment of peace. Not even a minute later, the buzzing of my phone resumed and I couldn't help my small groan of irritation when it did not stop.

"Is it Steve?" I glanced down to find my bride looking up at me, her gaze still heavy with sleep.

"Doesn't matter. Go back to sleep, doll. I'm sorry I woke you."

"You need to go talk to him." Y/N shook her head gently, reaching up to place her hand on my cheek. "I'm sure he's worried about you."

"Let him worry, then." I sighed, my left hand moving to cover the one she placed on my cheek. "I won't leave you again."

"I will be just fine, baby. " She promised gently, giving me a small smile. "It's not like you'll be gone forever."

"No... but you almost were." My voice felt weak, and the image of finding her on the floor with the medicine bottle popped open flashing in my mind. I had never been more afraid in my life, and the thought of leaving her now seemed nearly impossible to even consider.

Y/N's smile faltered at my words, and I looked away, my chest aching as I tried my hardest to force my tears away.

"Bucky, look at me."