Bucky and Y/N short stories

short story 28

Bucky's POV
Y/N has been so quiet for two days. We were on mission and she stayed here with Vision. She had to help out at Stark Industries because her mom was sick.

But since I've been back, she hasn't even said two words to me. I don't want to press her either, but I need to know what's going on with her.

I went outside to see her. She was sitting on the Hollywood swing reading a book.
"May I?" I asked her as I stood in front of the Hollywood swing.
She looked up briefly and nodded. Her eyes went back to the book and I sat down next to her.

"What are you reading?" I asked, looking at her.
Without taking her eyes off the book, she just showed me the cover.
"Did you lose your voice or what's wrong, doll?" I said softly.
"No." she said shortly.
"Are you sure everything is okay with you?" I asked repeatedly.

"I'm fine," she said monotonously.
"You don't look like that." I said, looking at her.
"You know you can talk to me, doll." I said softly.

"No, you have more important things to do." she said, still not looking up at me.
"Doll?"
"What, Bucky?" She looked up at me.

"You're the most important thing I have, doll."

"I love you and no matter what, you can always talk to me. I'll always listen to you and help you."
"Really?" she asked softly.
I nodded and pulled her to me in a hug.
She started to cry and I comforted her.
"I love you, Bucky." Whispered she.
"I love you too, doll."