Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Thirty Three

Bright light interrupted your, for once, blissful dream.

Okay, maybe your dream was of hitting the club with your friends. Still, it was a good fucking dream.

Grumbling at the disturbance, you wrapped your arms around your head in an attempt to block out the light.

It was too late though, your mind was awake and therefore already sending anxiety through your system.

Another day, another haunt. Or however the fuck that saying goes.

You didn't think it was possible, but the light got even brighter. Ripping your arms from your eyes, you sat up, taking a deep breath to use in berating the super soldier that had become your unknowing roommate over the last few days.

Bucky was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he towel dried his hair. The bathroom light piercing into the dark bedroom the likely culprit of your unwanted wake up call.

At your movement, he froze, staring at you like the ghost that you were.

Wait just a fucking minute.

He was staring at you.

Can he- can he see me?

Lifting your leg, you planted it on the bed like you were ready to bolt. Honestly the mix of excitement and uncertainty coursing through your veins at this very moment had you feeling like you should.

Bucky dropped the towel he'd been using to dry his hair and held his hands up as if steadying a wild mustang.

"Woah, doll." He spoke softly.

Yepp, he can definitely see you.

Springing up to your knees, you readied to leave the room.

"Penelope, just calm down. It's okay. You're okay." Keeping his hands up, he took a hesitant step towards you.

You scrambled back to the opposite side of the bed.

He sighed.

Anger at his annoyance pushed aside the other emotions battling in your mind. "Well, Jesus fucking Christ, Winter. Give me a god damn minute."

A small smile worked its way into his worried expression. "There you are. For a second I'd thought you'd come back different. But nope, you're still your own bright sunshiny self."

"I- you- I-"

"Words baby doll. You should try them."

"You can fucking see me?!"

He chuckled. "Yeah doll, I can see you. You started materializing last night, flashed in and out a few times. Figured with time you'd come back all the way."

"But I'm dead. I fucking died."

Flinching, he rubbed his metal hand on the back of his neck. "Don't need the reminder. Besides, you're looking pretty alive to me right now."

Lifting your hands to your face you were surprised to find the unnatural purple glow gone. As your eyes swept around the room, relief filled your heart when there were only the regular shades of black. Not an ounce of purple in sight. Looking back up at Bucky, you crawled across the bed to where he stood at the edge.

When he didn't back away, you lifted one hand and hesitantly brushed it along his chest. His very muscular, very naked, very solid chest.

Gasping, you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own wrapped around your waist. He stumbled back a step but managed to keep the both of you from tumbling to the floor amidst your onslaught.