pov- imagines

STAIRS- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mention of bruce banner
warnings: minor injury, overprotective!bucky barnes
about: prompt character carrying s/o up the stairs OR overprotective!bucky at its finest
another installment for jamecember!

"bucky, this is completely unnecessary—"

"i beg to differ—"

"i beg to differ your differ!" you exclaim, moving slightly in bucky's hold, making your arms quickly loop around bucky's neck, pulling yourself tighter to him even if you're aware he would never drop you, and you're only further proving him right every time you tighten your grip on him.

"'m not gonna let you go up the stairs with that broken leg, doll. it's just not gonna happen."

you sigh, pointedly looking at the elevator you just passed.

"it's broken." bucky deadpans, although you could have sworn you'd just seen the nice couple a floor down from yours getting on, and the doors are missing the sheet of paper letting you know the elevator is out of service, but you don't feel like arguing too much about it. bucky seems to be enjoying this, anyway.

"i don't think so," you say simply, "and even if it was, it's just a broken leg. i've jumped off a bridge and into tony's stupid hard metal suit's arms with much worse. i'm not dying, i can walk up a couple flights of stairs."

bucky's lips set into a line as he fake contemplates your words, "hm, well, i don't care and i'm pretty sure banner's exact words were to keep you off that leg."

"bucky, it was like three days ago, i'm also pretty sure i have to actually use the leg so i can walk on it again."

"you will, just not on five flights of stairs."

you laugh, eyeing the bolded number three above the elevator and smiling awkwardly at one of the tenants you'd seen a couple times as she passes beside you, eyebrows furrowed as she observes your boyfriend carrying you up as if you were a child. "y'know, you're the one who wanted to get an apartment on the highest floor possible."

"i told you, dove. best view for my best girl."

you can't help the coo that slips out of your throat, twisting a hand around bucky's jaw and pulling his skin onto your lips, feeling the pull of his cheek as you press a kiss to it. his eyes remain forward, concentrating on getting up the stairs, but one of his hands squeezes your thigh, a promise he'll return the kiss you just gave him. "still, it's a lot for you to walk with me in your arms."

"'s my favorite thing to do. besides, steve can't force me to go out on his morning runs now, i'll tell him i exercised with weights."

"smart. what're you gonna do when i can walk again and you have no excuse?"

"i'll find one," bucky shrugs, and then pauses. you cock your head at him before you turn, realizing you've arrived at your apartment without your notice that you were even on the floor.

"gotta get the keys," he tells you, gently setting your feet down on the floor and you stretch, watching as he unlocks the door and beginning to walk inside until he suddenly pulls you back, a frown etched on his face "hey." he pulls you closer and into his arms in one swift movement with only a startled yelp from you, a hand on his chest and small smile on your lips. "what'cha doin' there, doll?"

he doesn't set you down again until he drops you into the cushion of the couch, softly falling on top of you to press a few kisses on your nose until he arrives at your lips. "maybe i should break bones more often," you murmur.

"only things that can be fixed with band-aids at most, dove."