marvel oneshots !

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐲 ♥◩

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𝚝𝚠: ✨𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐✨, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 ?, 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 + 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 & 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 !!

as you may have already read, my eoys (end of year exams) are coming soon so i probably wont be updating for a while , however i decided to publish one last bucky oneshot :)) sorry if its a bit crappy, i wrote this in public transport while i was vv tired from school :( 

specially for Seb_Foreva (my soulmate fr) cuz she wanted more bucky content and i will gladly do so <33

ENJOY MY LOVES 💗💗 (oh and go get a glass of water or a cookie cuz like its kinda long yeah)

You grabbed a pack of m&ms from the fridge, going to take a beer bottle along with it, something you didnt think you would be doing again after... 'last time.'

There was a noise.

Seriously? Now, of all the fucking times they could choose?

You sighed and closed your eyes. You had put up with enough shit to last a lifetime, yet look where you were. Resting your head against the slightly cool surface of the fridge, you took a few moments to collect yourself.

You grabbed the beer bottle and turned around, greeted with the piercing glare of the one person who caused you all this pain.

"Ah. Зимний солдат (Winter soldier). That's what you go by now, isn't it?" You murmured, setting down your beer and tearing open the pack of m&ms, collapsing onto your couch, not even slightly bothered that there was a trained russian spy- mercenary, who had no doubt killed many lives, in your living room.

He stood there silently, not daring to move.

You ran a hand through your hair, popping two blue m&ms into your mouth.

"Want one?"

"I need to know who you are."

"You broke into my house, James. Can we please skip the bullshit?"

"James?"

"Yes, James Buchanan Barnes, sergeant of the 107th, shipping off tomorrow first thing in the morning." You said with mock pride, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

You still remember that night, when Bucky blurted it out, drunk and stupid after a night of dancing, a night you yourself said you would remember forever yet had turned bitter so quickly.

It was pathetic.

You didn't want to live through that again. You snapped out of your daze, finally mustering up the courage to look at the former sergeant's face, and- you didn't recognise those eyes.

You abruptly stood up, and walked closer to him. You needed to see his face, see if it was really him. You couldn't bear the burden anymore.

"Buck... what have they done to you?"

His eyes were no longer the gorgeous dreamy blue they were, now hardened into a blue-grey. You didn't see Bucky in them. You didn't see the face of your best friend since 1945.

Your eyes widened.

They turned him into a Hydra project.

How the fuck could you forget?