Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

12. My Mr Darcy

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

"Stop hogging my sister and let me talk to her, old man." I grumbled, jumping up towards Steve's ear to grab the phone from him.

Steve complies and reluctantly hands me the phone - well he had to give me it as it was already in my hands. Sucker. I bring the phone up towards my ear, hearing Natasha soft chuckle through the phone which helped calmed my nerves slightly.

"You okay?" I said quickly.

"I literally just asked her that." Steve rolled his eyes.

I smacked his arm.

"Yes Angel I'm okay, I got lucky." Natasha murmured through the phone. I sigh of relief, my hand clutching the phone tightly towards my ear.

"You don't believe it's Winter right?" I asked in rush, my lip rolling in between my teeth as I wait for her response.

"Sev..."

"Nat he wouldn't do this, you know him. You've seen him face to face, without the mask. You know it's not him in the video, he's probably has a doppelgänger like Elena is to Katherine." I exclaimed.

Natasha laughs softly, "Seventeen, I believe you but you don't know him that much."

"I know more than you think." I mumbled under my breath in a grumble, my eyes wondering off towards the passing happy strangers. Steve seemed to notice my mumble but doesn't look like he understood what I said.

"I know you grew attachment to him because you think he's like you but you can't help everyone, Sev." Natasha exclaimed to me as I went silent, letting her speak. Because if I do speak, I'd explode. I would tell her and even Steve beside me of all the things I've learnt about Winter.

Like the way I love the sound of his laughter, his eyes crinkle at the sides with small dimples showcasing beside his upper lips. Or when he talks about something that he's completely invested in, like his love for his army team back in the 1940's. When he got part of his memory back and he was telling me everything about his best friend.

If it wasn't for the small touches, glances, staring at my lips for awhile or getting lost each other eyes and don't forget about the kisses he places upon my neck and the flush noises we both erupted for each other. Then I'd would have said that Bucky and Steve had a bromance back in there days.

And I wouldn't blame them as I even get lost in Winter's eyes. My eyes would have to flick across each feature in succession. And I know damn rightly that my gaze would land on that mouth, that ridiculous, begging to be kissed, pink chapped pout, and I'd would be able to see each line on his full lips, feel his warm exhale brush across my skin.

That would be it. I would lose the very thin shred of self-control I have been able to maintain to this point and throw myself at the man that I promised myself I wouldn't fall for but I am.

Even though he's my Mr Darcy.

What I am not okay with is our flush bathroom session over a year or two ago and the fantasy of having a simple kiss from him that day which has been on my mind since then. I know it feels early but these past several months together it allows myself to think yet dancing at the far edges of my consciousness.

An 'L' word.

Which is foreign and terrifying and horribly confusing, because I don't do crushes, don't even dare beyond a single night. But now that thought is swarming my mind, it was inevitable now. The seed had been planted and it was only a matter of time before I was truly utterly in love with the Winter Solider, my Winter.