𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

{Previously: "As long as you were in his arms."}

Months had passed and the three of you really liked your living situation. You'd all become close friends.

Bucky even began to like you, and not just on the level of you being another one of his dames.

He really liked you. He liked your smile, the way your eyes practically sparkled whenever someone would mention your favorite food or film.

He liked how you furrowed your brows when you concentrated too hard, and he liked the way you wrapped your arms around his neck when the two of you danced, which was often.

But he couldn't do anything about it because of his promise to Steve.

One night, you woke up with your heart racing. You'd had a horrible nightmare.

You sat up and tucked your knees to your chest. There was no way you could've gone back to sleep, and you didn't want to be alone.

Quietly, you made your way to your bedroom door and slowly opened it incase the hinges decided to creak.

Bucky was sleeping on the couch to avoid Steve's snoring, so you carefully walked over and tucked yourself under his arm.

His warmth and comfort made you fall asleep instantly.

Hours later, Bucky woke up to see you curled up against him. He smiled at the adorable scene and lightly kissed you on the forehead, careful not to wake you.

Bucky made sure to get up before Steve that morning so he wouldn't see the two of you cuddled up.

A few weeks later, you realized that you were seriously falling for Bucky. You decided that you were going to tell him how you felt.

You were shaking with nerves and pacing around your room trying to imagine all the different ways this could go.

"Oh hey, Bucky! I think I love you!" You whispered to yourself anxiously. You deepened your voice to mimic his, "Oh- sorry Y/N, you're not really my type. I'm kicking you out, I want my room back."

You fiddled with your thumbs and shook your head. Enough was enough. You were going to tell him.

Bucky was going to be home any minute, so you went out to the living room, sat yourself down on the couch, and waited.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Bucky unlocked the door to the apartment and came in grinning.

You stood up quickly.

"Bucky!" You said nervously.

"Hey there, doll," he smiled.

"I have something to tell you," you said before looking down.

Bucky walked closer to you and met you in the center of the room. "Me too, but you can go first."

You choked on the words and scrambled to try and figure out how to say them.

"You know what, what did you want to say?" You sighed in defeat.

Bucky opened his arms out to show off his uniform that you'd somehow missed.

"You got your orders?" You frowned.

"107th, Sargeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." He responded.

You were frozen.

There was no way you could tell him how you felt now.

"That's great, Buck!" You encouraged him.

He smiled, but a part of him felt disappointed that you didn't beg him to stay.

Not that it would change anything. He just wanted to know you cared.

That night you just cried. You were sad that you couldn't tell him how you felt, sure, but mostly you were afraid to lose him.

Bucky, who couldn't sleep as well as he thought he would that night, heard your light sobs.

He got up from the couch and went over to your door, "Hey, can I come in?" He whispered after knocking quietly.

You wiped your tears with the sleeves of your nightgown, "Yeah, of course."

Bucky came in and sat down next to you. No words had to be said. He knew what troubled you.

You kept trying to avoid his eyes, because you knew that if you looked at him you would start crying again.

Bucky tilted your chin up so that you would face him. His heart felt like it had been squeezed as he watched your bottom lip quiver.

He quickly pulled you into his arms and started rubbing circles on your back.

You couldn't hold in your tears anymore, not when he was this close. Not when everything you wanted was in arms length and yet so far away.

The both of you stayed like that for the rest of the night.

And even though you had spent hours in the arms of the man you loved, it felt like mere seconds compared to what was ahead of you.