BE THE CHANGE // BUCKY BARNES X OC

TEN

Alright guys!!!!
Here's where it starts to speed up. Where the change is coming.
But also some super cute shit between our main girl and Bucky boy.
I'm actually swooning over the relationships she has with each character and I hope you all like them too!

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We spent the day, sprawled out on the couch, drinking, talking and watching more movies off Bucky's list. It was exactly what I needed. To forget about life outside the house, just for the day, to center myself, ground myself again.

I was tipsy, having enjoyed too much bourbon and not enough food, when the credits rolled for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The sun was setting and the house was lit up in oranges and pinks.

My gaze landed on Bucky as he put the next movie on and I smiled, loving how the lighting hit his face, the fact he appeared to be relaxed and content, his frown all but gone. He noticed me and looked at me with a 'what?" Look, the corners of his mouth twitching. My smile only widened and I bit my lip, feeling the fuzzy feeling of the alcohol run through my body.

"You're really pretty." I blurted out, but not even caring with the confession. He smiled, chuckling softly to himself as he dropped his gaze and I grabbed my drink, sipping slowly while I watched him. "You're going to miss the movie." He said simply, nodding to the tv. "Seen it...besides I'd rather watch you, watch your reactions." I replied quietly, the glass still at my lips.

He chuckled softly again before he dropped back to the couch, eyes on the screen but I noticed a tension in his jaw and I tipped my drink back and grabbed his left arm. I always seemed to sit on his left side, and I wasn't sure if it was coincidence or just a comfort thing but I definitely felt more relaxed there.

I began playing with his arm, running my fingers over every join, every curve, marvelling at the craftsmanship. I had to give it to the Wakandans, they were artists when it came to this stuff even my biw was incredibly beautiful and Sam's new suit, I was so jealous the first time I saw it.

Bucky sat quietly, watching the movie while I played with his arm, slowly moving up his forearm to his bicep. I hummed softly to myself as I gently rolled his sleeve up, giving my better access to his shoulder but still not enough and I pouted, huffing quietly. Without hesitation Bucky pulled his shirt off and an involuntary squeal left my mouth and I noticed the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it on before I continued my tracing along his shoulder, gently running my fingers along the spot where his arm met his body. Slowly, I followed it from the top of his shoulder, down his chest, stopping when I noticed his chest hitched slightly. "Does it hurt?" I asked quietly, worried I'd caused him pain.

"No...that's just...it feels nice." He turned to me, almost with a questioning look, like he didn't think he should be feeling that. "You're allowed to experience nice Bucky. It's just me." I replied simply, shrugging slightly as I moved back to my spot on the couch and put a cushion between my legs. "Come here." I said flatly, nearly pulling him to me. He frowned but obeyed and laid down, his head resting between my chest and stomach, my legs either side of his body.

My fingers moved, my left hand gently stroking that spot where his flesh met metal and my right hand slowly playing in his hair. "Is it wrong? That I miss the long hair sometimes...I really wanted to play with it." I said, my voice slurring slightly. Bucky tilted his head back and I looked down at his amused face. "Sorry." I apologised, dropping my right hand down his neck, brushing my fingers down to his chest.

He turned his head back to the tv and I smiled softly, continuing to gently brush my fingers across his chest. It wasn't just soothing for him, I was enjoying it too because I could be myself around him. I hadn't let my guard down with anyone (except Sam and Sarah) since the blip happened. It was too hard, too painful to let people in, to trust them.