Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Let Me In Pt. 3

After the meeting, Bucky wandered back down to your office. He knocked and waited for you to answer. When you didn't answer, he tried twisting the knob. The door swung open to reveal the dark room where he had kissed you just two hours ago. You were gone. You left him again. An agent whizzed by him as he exited your office. Bucky called out, getting his attention.

"Sorry, but do you know where Y/n is?"

"Agent Y/l/n left for the day."

The agent took off down the hall before Bucky could ask him any other questions. He walked back to Steve with his shoulders slumped and hands shoved into his pockets.

"I thought you were going to talk to Y/n?" Steve asked, confused.

"She left. Let's just go back to the hotel." His voice came out hollow and bitter.

Steve watched Bucky walk down the hall to the elevators scowling at anyone who dared to look at him. Running to catch up with him, Steve grabbed Bucky's shoulder and turned him around.

"You go back to the hotel and relax. I need to talk to Fury about something. I'll meet you there later and we can grab dinner."

Bucky didn't question Steve, he simply turned back around and got into the elevator. Steve huffed out a breath and then turned to find Fury.

~

You sat on your couch with a glass of wine, watching trash tv, and throwing a pity party for yourself. After kissing Bucky, you sat in your office thinking about him and the predicament you were facing. He wanted to talk about your relationship, or actually lack of. You felt like Hamlet, in a way. To give him another chance or not give him another chance, that was the question. The longer you sat, the more you began to panic. You finally grabbed your things and rushed out of the building, mumbling to some other agent that you were leaving for the day.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. The feel of his lips on your was better than you remembered. Would it be so horrible to try again? In the year you were together, he had never done anything like that before and it wasn't like he was the one getting handsy with the bitchy blonde, but he also didn't stop her from touching him. If Steve could confirm his story, though...but then again, that would just prove that nothing happened that one time. It didn't absolve Bucky from all the other times he had been with her.

The back and forth was giving you a migraine, or maybe it was the two bottles of wine. Either way, you were torn and each decision seemed like the right one, but also the wrong one. Your thoughts trailed off as a knock sounded on your door. You weren't expecting anyone, but you pushed yourself up nonetheless and answered the door. Your mouth fell open when you saw Steve standing on the other side.

"Hey, do you mind if I come in? I need to talk to you."

You stepped aside cautiously and let Steve enter. He took a seat on your couch and motioned for you to take a seat on the opposite end.

"How did you find out where I lived?" You asked, suspicion thick in your voice.

"Fury." Steve responded simply.

"Of course." You mumbled. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

"It's about Bucky, Y/n."

"Steve—" You groaned.

"Let me finish. He hurt you. I get it, but he hasn't been himself since you've been gone. When he's not training or on missions, he's holed up in his room. He sleeps with one of your t-shirts that he slipped over a pillow because he swears it still smells like you, constantly talks about all these plans he has once he wins you back, never goes more than ten minutes without looking at his phone to see if you messaged him, and I swear to God if I hear him listening to any more sappy love songs I might go crazy."

Your head dropped and tears blurred your vision, but you let Steve continue.

"He screwed up badly. I'm not going to defend what he did and I've told him exactly that, but I can sincerely say that he is head over heels in love with you. The morning you found Jessica in his room, he really was with me. We talked about the fight you had. He was going to apologize to you and try to make things right. He even told Jessica to stay away from him, that he wanted you and not her."

"That doesn't mean that nothing happened between them prior to that night." You countered.

"True, but I don't think anything did happen. I've known Bucky my whole life, Y/n. I know when he's lying. When I asked him about that, he said he had never touched her. That he never even had the desire to. He was sincere and I believe that he never laid a hand on her. Look, I have to get back to the hotel, but there's something you should see. I'll send it to you. Just—think about what I said, Y/n."

You walked Steve to the door where he pulled you into a hug and then left. You dropped down onto the couch as your phone pinged with a new message. You opened the text from Steve and found a message along with a video waiting for you.

Steve: FRIDAY recorded this yesterday morning. Please watch it. We leave tomorrow at 10 AM if you want to say goodbye.

With shaky hands, you clicked on the video and saw an image of Jessica and Bucky appear on your screen. The blood in your veins ran cold as you pressed play. They were in the kitchen and she put her hands on him when he suddenly pulled away. You listened to them speak, to him speak when he thought they were alone.

By the end of the video, your face was streaked with tears. You sat on your couch staring out the window. As night fell, you were thrust into the darkness of your apartment, but you didn't care. You had finally made your decision and there was no going back.

~

"You sure you don't want to try talking to her again?" Steve asked as he waited with Bucky to board the jet.

"She doesn't want to talk to me. I don't blame her, though. This is my fault. I pushed away the best thing that ever happened to me for some woman I didn't even like that much. Maybe that was part of it. I didn't have to worry about it going too far with Jessica because I didn't want her in that way. I'm such a fucking idiot, Steve. I'll never find another woman like Y/n. She was it for me."

Bucky dug his boot into the ground as his voice grew more somber.

"You're it for me, too."

Bucky's head shot up and he spun around to see you standing behind him with a duffel bag in your hand.

"Y/n, w-what are you—"

"You asked for another chance, so I'm giving it to you. I talked to Fury and he's sending me back to the tower on my original assignment. I'm letting you in, but this is your last chance, Bucky. The moment things start going downhill, I'm done. I can't go through this again."

Bucky raced over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. You smiled into his chest and dropped your duffle to hug him back.

"You have to let me go, Buck."

"I am never letting you go again." Bucky whispered into your hair.

"That might cause an issue for us boarding the jet."

You squealed when Bucky picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder. He squatted down to grab your bag and then walked towards the jet.

"Problem solved. Let's go home, doll."