We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Bucky Barnes x Reader

28 || Left On Read

You hate the sun and its terrible habit of waking you up every morning. Sure, it can be a nice natural alarm when you want to walk up early, but believe it or not, sometimes you actually like sleeping in, especially after such an...'eventful' night.

You're not entirely certain what the exact time is right now. The sun's light appears relatively dim, so it must be sunrise or at least no later than seven. Normally, you'd have plenty of time to be lazy then if this were one of your days off, however prior promises were unfortunately made, requiring your presence elsewhere during the youngest hours of today.

Now while half of you is tempted to become conveniently forgetful of such arrangements, you're also aware that doing so would be a dangerous game. You have a perfect record of being trustworthy, thus your absences would no doubt cause concern. Concern leads to questions and questions lead to investigations which may produce rather embarrassing results in the case that anyone were to stumble across you in this position: completely nude aside from a thin comforter draped over half your body with an equally compromised man lying fast asleep beside you. What a meaningless yet annoying scandal that could cause particularly if your poor brother were to find out. He'd likely have a heart attack once realizing his dear little sister carries more of that troubling Stark charm than he anticipated.

It's a struggle to make a proper decision: roll the dice or play it safe? Honestly, you could go for either the more you dwell here. You do adore how peaceful Bucky looks as he sleeps, his lips slightly parted for each breath and hair not as neatly maintained as he typically keeps it (although your fingers might be to blame for that).

Come to think of it, this is the first time you've ever seen him in such a vulnerable state. You've fallen asleep around him before, usually after long nights waiting at the lab, however there's never been a situation where he has risked drifting off himself. Forever the gentleman, Bucky would refuse any overnight stays at your apartment, fussing over how 'inappropriate' it would be and how 'rumors would swirl', but you've longed deciphered that glimmer of desire in his eyes during each of those conversations. Although a gentleman, he's still a man completely infatuated with his gal. All he needed was a little push - a reminder that the feeling is very much mutual meaning there's no reason for dancing around the bush.

There was no hidden motivation or even a plan, in fact you're not hundred percent sure why things went the way they did last night. Perhaps you wanted to express your relief over your boyfriend having survived his latest dangerous mission. Maybe it was because of those drinks at the bar and how well they paired with Bucky's flirtatious whispers against your ear. Or it could've simply been something you've put off for far too long until you were no longer strong enough to set aside the temptations you feel everyday with this man you consider yourself so lucky to have...That would be a very suitable explanation...

To put it short, you had a veeery good night. Bucky didn't leave any question as to how much he loves you, reminding you more times than you could count between each pant and moan. The bliss remains even now, lingering in your thoughts as you finally make up your mind and cuddle closer to his sleeping form. Fuck working in a lab or training for another mission. You've both sacrificed so much for this damn world already, the least it can do is give you these seconds in return; to let you soak up this joy and hope for the future.

You can't wait to finally be wed, almost tempted to just jump the gun yet again by waking Bucky up and dragging him down to the nearest courthouse. Surely, he'd have no true objections, after all, the sooner he can call you his wife, the sooner you can both drop this act of pretending you can actually survive even a second without each other nearby at all times.

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...If you had gone with your heart then, would anything have changed? You often find yourself overthinking that sort of stuff especially during the mornings where you just stare up at your ceiling feeling particularly empty inside. If you had married Bucky sooner, would he have been more careful? If you begged enough, would he have even gone that day? Hell, in your worst moments, you whimper at the thought of never having existed as (Y/n) in that case. Assuming that your purpose for remembering Hollie is to be with Bucky, maybe there wouldn't have been any need for it had you accomplished the task in the 40's...Although, anymore, you're convinced that isn't the actual purpose for these cursed, lingering memories...