With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

I woke up, wrapped in Bucky's arms.
I. Woke. Up. Wrapped. In. Bucky's. Arms.

Oh my god, Bucky was back. After almost a month, I had him back. I had my man back. My guy. My love. He wasn't lost. He was here, he had me pulled into his chest, my back against his stomach.

Hold up- If my back was against his stomach then why did I feel a wet patch on my t-shirt? 

I pulled away from him and turned on the light to see a bloody patch on the shirt that he had pulled on last night. What the fuck?

I shook his arm to try to wake him up, to which he responded by covering his eyes with a pillow.

"Five more minutes, Y/n/n. I'm not ready to wake up yet."

Wha- "No." I insisted, "You have to wake up now, you're injured."

"I know." He mumbled, reaching an arm out for me. "Fell on a pipe. It's fine."

"No, it isn't!" I exclaimed, "You're bleeding."

"Sleep, Y/n." Bucky insisted.

"What did the doctors say about it when you turned up last night?" I asked, trying to understand how they could have let him leave with an open wound.

"I didn't go." He answered, threading his fingers sleepily between mine.

I guess that explains that, then.

"What did Steve and Tony say?" 

"Don't know. Came straight here." 

I sat up even straighter. "What?"

"I just wanted to see you, I came straight here. Now come back to sleep, I haven't slept a proper night in weeks." He mumbled, the exhaustion clear in his breath.

"I know, but we need to make sure that you're okay, Buck. You're bleeding." I pressed.

"No..." He mumbled, trying to pull me closer again.

"Wait, if you came straight here, does that mean that nobody else knows that you're back?" I asked, my voice full of concern.

Bucky stayed silent for a while before repeating, "I wanted to see you!"

Oh my God.

"I left a note on the kitchen counter..." He added, clearly hoping to redeem himself. 

I shook my head and tried to pull him out of bed so that I could take him to the medical staff, to which he groaned but finally admitted defeat and followed me.

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I sat beside Buck as he got a couple of stitches in his stomach, how he decided that seeing me was more important than getting medical care? I don't know, but as much as it irritated me, I couldn't help but feel touched.

It was at that moment that Steve strolled into the room. 

"What the actual fuck, Barnes?"

*Oops, last name and swearing? He's mad.* Bucky thought to me, forcing me to suppress a snigger.

*He kind of deserves to be...*

*Shut up, I just wanted to hold you.* He retorted.

*I love you.* I smiled at him, elated that I could finally tell him over and over and over again.

*I love you too, Doll. I love you too.* He answered. *Now protect me from the big bad Steve.*

I sighed and looked at Steve, "Don't be too hard on him." I begged, "He's been through it."

Steve looked him up and down, taking in his tired eyes and unkempt facial hair. It didn't look like he hadn't been able to shave the whole month he had been away, but it had definitely been a couple of days.

"I can see that." Steve commented. "You didn't think to tell the rest of us that you were back?"

"I left a note!" Buck exclaimed, clearly still under the impression that that was enough.

Steve ran his hands through his hair and down his face, sighing. "We thought you were dead."

"I almost was, I got stuck in this Russian forest at one point and I passed out from exhaustion, but luckily I woke up about five minutes later..."

"You did?" I asked, fairly sure I knew what he was talking about.

He nodded in reply and I looked between him and Steve.

"I think I saw that..." I muttered. "I think I remember having a dream about that."

"You did?" they both asked, their shocked voices sounding in unison.

"Is this what you meant by telepathy on your forms?" Steve asked.

I turned to Bucky, who faced Steve with a pained and (slightly) guilty expression.

"About that..."

After explaining the entire situation to Steve. Multiple times. A thought crossed my mind: "Hang on, why didn't you answer me when I sent you those messages while you were gone?"

"I wanted to, believe me. It hurt me so much to hear the pain in your voice every time you asked, but I was barely strong enough to gather my own thoughts, let alone send them to you." He told me, a genuine sorrow in his voice.

I tried to hold back more tears, but seeing him injured and hearing that...
Fucking hormones.

I didn't know why I still hadn't told him about the baby. I wanted to keep it. I was just scared of what he would think, we had never discussed the future or kids. We had barely figured out our relationship with each other, maybe it wasn't a good idea to add another person into the mix...

But our baby, I had become so attached to them, I didn't want to lose them. I just needed to pluck up the courage to tell Bucky.

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