Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

The One

Just come fluff for the Steve Rogers one shot I published

Warnings - Anxiety, sad Bucky because sad reader, FIRST PERSON POV

Male pov >>>>

NOT PROOF READ

Waiting on Y/N to walk through the door has me feeling like a dog. I can't sit still and everytime I look around the corner, I get disappointed she isn't home yet. My feet can't stop moving, my body won't calm down, and my mind isn't slowing with every second that goes by that she'll be in my arms again.

With the one text I got from her earlier, I don't think I could wait any longer. She said it was a rough day, that clients wouldn't stop berating her for information she couldn't give, and that the office was crowded with more and more people asking for her ever since the big case a few months ago.

She needs a break.

I can see it in her eyes how much it drags on her. How pale her skin has become from the uneasy nights of worrying and panic that people were going to find her or follow her. She tries to ease my own thoughts with the ones clouding her head, and yet it works.

I've never seen her like this until she finally ruled me free. She brought up the time I was the Winter Soldier, how she had been there with Steve to keep the accords up, and then switched sides when she realized how innocent I really was. And since then, she hasn't gotten a breath of air until she walks through the threshold of the apartment we now share, into my arms where I hood her until she lets herself break.

That's how this goes.

Y/N walks in silently as I finally sit down, my legs bouncing up and carrying me to her. Her hands shake as she shuts the door, and I immediately take her bag from her, setting it in the ground just as she clutches onto my arm to pull me in. It only takes her thirteen seconds to break in my chest, and my grip becomes tighter around her body.

Her fingers claw at my sweatshirt, and I can't help but let my heart drop in my chest, hearing how heavy she's breathing, how she's barely standing on her feet with her arms around my neck. I still hear her inhale right near my scent gland, her fingers trailing up to my hair to trace my scalp. Things I know helps calm her more than me.

I step away from the door with her still in my arms, kicking her bag away as I lift her. I know just how bad today was when she doesn't protest, only snuggle into my collarbone, sob into my shirt as she keeps her arms around me. I kiss her forehead gently as I bring her to the bedroom, not surprised she settles into the sheets once I place her on top of them.

"D'you eat, honey?" I whisper to her while wiping away her tears. She leans into my touch automatically, and knowing she isn't scared of me makes my heart melt. The things she does to me without even trying has me falling for her even more, and I smile when she nods her head, hand coming up to meet my wrist as I cup her cheek. "Proud of you, Y/N." I hadn't realized I was talking until I see her relax, and I sit down next to her, just letting the silence carry us.

Letting her start the conversation seems to calm her down, so for now, I pepper her face with kisses, starting from her forehead and down her jaw to go up again. She sighs and closes her eyes, chest rising slower and hand giving my wrist another squeeze before she shifts next to me.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," she says softly, voice being carried by the exhaustion of the week. I hum my acknowledgement and begin my journey down her jaw, slowly easing out the tension in her body. "It-I've never-Tod-" Her breath catches as she tries to speak, and I sit up over her more, holding her face as more tears spill from he eyes.