With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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HEY! I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS A SMALL ONE B IT'S ACTUALLY A DOUBLE UPDATE SO DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE FIRST PART!

Bucky's POV:

I pulled my lips away from hers and just stared at her beautiful face. Everything about her was gorgeous, from the light in her eyes to the way that her amazing smile was grinning back at me. 

I never wanted her to leave my arms and while she was perfectly capable of protecting herself, I wanted to be the person to make sure she never came to any harm. We hadn't put any labels on it yet, but she was my girl.

I released her from my arms and walked over to the cupboard of random shit that didn't have another place in the compound and grabbed a hot water bottle before walking over to the sink and running the boiling water tap.

"What are you doing?" She asked, walking over to the sink to stand closer to me.

"This will help, right?" I asked, taking the widening grin on her face to mean yes. "head over to my room and get changed for bed, I'm going to grab a couple more things."

By the time I get back to the room, now carrying a tray of assorted snacks (as well as some pain medication) I see my favourite girl lying in my bed, between my sheets with the remote control in her hand.

"Brooklyn 99 again?" She asks, already hovering over our next episode.

"Sounds perfect," I respond, unable to stop myself from smiling as I hand her the tray. "I brought you some chocolate and snacks. My Mom and sisters used to find fruit helpful but I know about your Pringles and Oreos addictions so I brought you them too. Oh, and I stole some of Tony's expensive chocolate."

"Oh my God," She smiled up at me before placing a kiss on my cheek, "Thank you so much, I hate you."

"I hate you more, Y/n/n." I replied, changing into a pair of grey sweatpants and climbing into bed next to her.

We both knew what we were saying and we both knew what we meant. Clearly, neither of us were ready to admit how much the other meant to them, but we both knew.

She was my Doll and I was her Buck. We didn't have to say it for it to be true. There was nothing I wouldn't do for my girl.

While she watched the programme, I watched her. The excitement in her eyes, the small laughs she let out at even the corniest of jokes, she often looked up to check on me and her cheeks filled with colour when we locked eyes.

At one point, she grabbed my metal arm and pulled it over her lower stomach. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"The weight helps with the cramps. Is this alright?" 

"Of course, Y/n/n." I answered, relaxing into the position.

Over all the years people had avoided my arm. They had tried to stay away from it, avoid contact with it. They knew what it had done, how many people it had killed.

They saw it as a weapon, a thing of danger, something built to kill with.

Even my closest friends subconsciously avoided it, dodged it, tried to stay on the other side of it etc.

But not Y/n. She didn't care about it, she liked when I displayed it, she understood that it was part of me, not something separate. She wasn't scared of it, she always sat by it when nobody else would, she accepted it.

God, I love her.

(564 Words)