It was a cold December morning. You walked the streets of Manhattan, the brisk air biting at your exposed skin.
Your phone began to ring
"Hello?" You asked.
"Y/n? It's Bucky." He spoke.
" 's been a while." You replied.
"I know." He replied.
An awkward silence settled between the two of you.
"Why does this have to be so complicated?" Bucky asked.
"Relationships are never easy. They're not supposed to be." You replied.
"I know. This just feels different." He sighed.
"How so?" You asked.
"I've never felt such a pull towards someone. You're everywhere. I can't seem to get you off my mind." He explained.
"Huh," you said.
"What?" He asked, sounding concerned.
"I just didn't expect you to say that." You replied.
"I thought you were going to tell me off or something." He said, laughing.
You smiled.
"Bucky, can I ask you something?" You questioned.
"I suppose," he replied.
"Do you see this going anywhere? Us, I mean." You asked.
Bucky paused, causing your heart to pound against your ribcage.
"I don't know if you're busy, but do you want to meet somewhere?" He asked.
You paused.
"I have to see you." He said firmly.
You glanced up at the street sign as you passed.
"Meet me at Francisco's Cafe." You said.
"I can be there in fifteen." He said.
"Perfect. See you in a bit." You said.
"Bye, doll." He said.
You walked down the street and opened the door to the cafe. The strong fragrance of espresso filled your senses.
He spotted you and walked over.
"Hey, y/n." He said, his voice mellow.
You ordered coffee and settled at a table in the corner.
You looked down at your hands, absentmindedly picking at your nails.
"It's been forever. How are you?" He asked.
"I can't complain." You replied.
Bucky nodded.
"I missed you." You murmured.
You heard him sigh and stiffened.
"You realize every reason you give me to leave, I'll come up with another to stay? I love you, Barnes. I have made that very clear." You said.
"No, you don't get to do that." He snapped.
"Do what exactly?" You asked.
"Lie to me!" He yelled.
You glanced around as the cafe went silent.
"What the fuck, Bucky?" You snapped before walking out.
You hurried down the street, reach your hand up to flag a taxi.
His hand grabbed your wrist and you swatted it away.
"I'm not talking to you." You said.
"I'm sorry." He said.
You turned on your heel and jabbed your finger against his chest.
"You're sorry? You just fucking yelled at me! You don't get to do that!" You spat.
"I know. I'm not excusing that." He sighed.
"Then you better have a good fucking explanation or this isn't going anywhere." You said.
"I can't let it be true." He said.
"Well it is, so you either tell me what's going on or I walk away." You replied.
Bucky stared at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. You stepped closer and held his hands.
"Bucky, what's going on?" You asked.
"If I love you, every enemy will try to kill you. I can't let that happen. I'm sorry." He whispered.
Bucky grabbed the sides of your head and kissed you with everything he had left to give. You wiped the tears off his face with your thumbs as you kissed him back. Time stopped as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I've thought all of this through?" You said.
"Not really," He sighed. "Why can't you see me the way everyone else does?"
"Do I have to say it again?" You said.
Bucky smirked a bit.
"Say what?" He asked.
"I swear to god, Barnes." You said.
Bucky kissed you again, this time slower.
"I love you too. More than words can express." He said.
You smiled, then gave him a look.
"No more yelling. I hate that." You said softly.
"I won't yell at you again. I hate that I did it. Everything just got overwhelming and I-"
You silenced him with your lips, an amused smile on your face.
"Bucky, it's okay." You said.
He smiled sheepishly.
"So, does that mean this is going somewhere?" You asked.
"If you'd have me." Bucky said.
"I'm your girl whether you like it or not." You said, smirking.
"You'll always be my girl. My love." He said.
You kissed him again, not wanting to let go. You heard people comment in disgust as they passed by but you didn't care.
All that mattered was Bucky. You were his, and he was yours.
The end
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FanficBucky Barnes One-shots/Imagines ***The stories assume it's a female reader (Keep in mind that anything up until 'request' was written years ago. I was 14-15.)