Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

Grumpy(2)

Warnings - mentions of captivity, abuse, torture, slight PTSD, concussion recovery, guns, violence, attempt of sexual assault, traumatized reader, injuries, and a serious amount of blood

Bucky watches you from across the room, taking in how well you approach the rookie, take them down, and then high five them despite their defeat. Sweat falls into his eyes, hair fallen over from his pathetic way of a ponytail, but he takes in your moves, your smile, bruises.

He seems to be as far away from you as possible, but he can still see the left over bruises around your wrists. The red marks only leather can make as you adjust your braid and head for your water. You don't even seem to notice him as he stands in the corner, assessing you, as he had told Sam a few moments ago when he was asked about his intentions.

What are you doing?

Assessing her. What else would it look like?

Stalking.

Bucky had just gruffed and looked away from him. Not like he was looking his way anyway, his eyes were merely focused on the red trailing around your wrist, marking you as every reminder he hadn't been there. He just wants things to be different, as they were on that one mission.

He wants you to be safe.

There hasn't been anything he's wanted more in years. Self peace wasn't something he was searching for, depsite everyone telling him he needs it, and he wasn't looking towards anything he wanted besides just waking up every morning to save those who needed it.

Until you.

Bucky wakes up everyday now and goes right down to your quarters to pick you up, walking you to breakfast with barely a word muttered. He learned quickly you're just as interesting in the morning as you are on sedatives, except you don't have much to say. You stumble and clearly aren't awake enough, but he can still get a smile out of you just by his hand nudging your back.

He's taken it up on himself to walk you everywhere, claiming it was "easier to have a buddy" so you weren't always alone. He knew you saw right through it, but he was grateful either way when you didn't question him, enjoying his silence as you talk his ears off.

Except, Bucky likes to hear what you have to say. Some of the topics aren't anything he's even heard of before, but you're so interested in them, he's learned to look them up to at least understand some of what you say. He enjoys just listening to you, glad you don't push him to speak.

He's only ever caught off guard with your flirtatious comments. Bucky learned quickly you're like that with mostly everyone on the team, even Wanda when she comes by. You bring a light aura on such a dark space, he sometimes goes to bed wishing you were there to take to him. There's never a moment Bucky misses more.

There are times he he'll sit outside your door for a few minutes to just listen to your heartbeat before he heads off for the gym. The few days in med were the best sleep he'd ever had, despite how uncomfortable he was in his chair. Your hand in his brought comfort he hadn't known he needed, and with the steady beat of your heart in his ears, he was a goner in just a few minutes. No matter how much he wanted to fight it.

"Snoopy," you call out, and from the tone of your voice, it was probably the third or fourth time. Bucky meets your eyes, already relaxing against the wall he's been at the past hour when you smile at him. "D'you me? Or are you too busy "assessing" me?" You ask, smirking when his gaze falters just a little. He knows you can see his eyes soften, even when he tries so hard to keep it up.

"You're being too hard on yourself," he says, stepping forward. The rest of the agents you've been training have already started to clear out, staring at you as you happily meet him half way. "You just got cleared, you shouldn't be overworking yourself already."