Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Daylight burns pt. 3 ❤️‍🔥 Bucky (🥀)

Song: Nas - Shootouts (Izzamuzzic) (instrumental)

Warnings: vampire things, argument, Bucky being an idiot on accident. Fluff at the end.

A/n: I really like this story so I'm gonna make some Drabbles of this!

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Bucky's mood has been off all week, when he gets home he sits down with his arms folded and he just stares at the tv with his eyebrows in a knot.

You know it's been a tough week for him. And so you haven't tried to provoke him, or even talk about it. You know he hates talking about his work with you because you worry when you do hear the shit that's been happening.

But you didn't expect him to actually blow up at you like he did just a mere hour ago. You tried to hug him to make him feel better and he wasn't having it.

Nasty words were said by both parties, you yelled and he did too. So here you are, laying in bed with your backs turned to each other. Bucky has had most night time sleep and since it's becoming morning, you're ready to go to sleep.

Sleep comes easy when you're tired, you don't even hear him get up in the morning. You don't even react to him shifting in the bed, that when he knows you're truly in a deep sleep.

He's no longer as angry as he was mere hours ago, he can't stay angry at you for long, he doesn't know what has gotten into him to treat you like this. Work has been stressful but that's no excuse to completely shut you out.

He feels guilt seeping into his chest when he sees the tear stains on your cheek and pillow below. He decides then and there that tonight he will come back with flowers and your favorite kind of blood and he will beg on his knees if he has to, for your forgiveness.

He kisses your head before walking out of the door. Completely forgetting one of the most important asks he has at the start of the day..

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You stir awake, not because of your alarm blaring as always, no. This time you wake from this burning sensation in your arm.

You slowly sit up, retracting your arm to your body with a hiss. Your eyes go wide and your mind sobers up real quick when you hear the actually sizzling of your flesh. 'Shit!'

You quickly move away from the stray of sunlight coming from the window, the blinds are supposed to be closed. They're not closed and that sunlight could burn you to ash if you came in full contact with it.

'Fuck! Why didn't he close those blinds!' You curse as your eyes dart around the room, trying to find the shadows.

Your eyes then meet the clock and you groan even more, Bucky is still working... which means that you can either call him and tell him its an emergency, the fight wouldn't make him stay at work when you're in danger, right? But then why didn't he close the blinds? Is he still that mad at you?

You decide it's best to let go of your pride, you slide off of the bed and grasp your phone from underneath it, quickly you push yourself further under the bed and into the shadow.

Your hands are shaking from the pain, you keep typing the wrong letters, you whine in frustration until you can finally press the call button on his name. It rings a few times before you reach Bucky's voicemail.

'Fuck.. Bucky please come home, I don't know if you did it on purpose or not but the blinds aren't closed.. shit.. I can't go to a safe place... please pick up the phone and call me back when you hear this..' you press the "end call" button before quickly pulling up the text chain of you both.