Book of Oneshots

Bucky Barnes x OC

"I was thinking I would buy a place here. Somewhere to call home." Bucky looks up and down the street at all the houses.

"Yeah? We all need somewhere." I'm glad he found his own place.

"Yeah, that's why I asked you to meet me here."

I don't respond, waiting for him to continue.

"I bought this house," he says, pointing at the house we're standing in front of.

"Really? Buck, that's great!" I say enthusiastically.

"But they gave me two keys." Bucky puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Two keys? I guess in case you lose one." I shrug.

"I was thinking that I could give you a key."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I figured we could have a place to meet up. Somewhere we could spend more than just a few hours together."

I don't respond, shocked

"You don't have to move in, but you can use this key whenever you need. You're always welcome here."

Again, I wait for him to continue.

"Will you take this key?" He takes a key out of his pocket and offers it to me.

I pause, hesitating. "Yes," I say, taking it, making him grin.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Bucky asks me, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay," I respond, grinning.

Bucky leads me to the door, then pauses, his hand on the doorknob. "I don't have a lot of furniture yet, though."

I shrug. "That's okay, I don't mind sitting on the floor."

"No way! I have a couch and a bottle of wine."

"All right, then," I say, laughing.

Bucky opens the door, takes my hand, and leads me to the brown couch, which is very comfortable. As he goes to the kitchen to get the wine and two glasses, I look around. The living room takes up most of the front area, with a decent-sized kitchen and dining room. To my left, there is a hall with a couple of doors, leading to what I assume is his room and a bathroom. To the right, there is another hall, with a different kind of door, and I think that it's to the garage.

He comes back, smiling. "Do you approve?"

"Since when do you need my approval?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

Bucky shrugs. "I still like it, though."

"It's nice. Very comfortable. I can see us hanging out here." I nod, looking around again.

"You think so?" He sits next to me.

"Yeah."

He opens the bottle of wine and pours some into each wine glass. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I don't know what we are, and it's bothering me. I want us to try going steady."

"What?"

"I really like you, Crimson. I'm sorry I'm not normal, I'm sorry I'm a terrible person, and I'm sorry that my hand is always cold when you want to hold it. But I hope that you still want to be with me. I want us to be real. I want us to try." He takes my hand and looks at me earnestly. 

"Okay, let's try," I say without hesitation.

Bucky smiles at me. "That makes me really happy. You make me happy."