Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Forget Me Pt. 3

"Open up, babydoll!" Bucky yelled from outside your door.

You had been back at your apartment for a month after staying with Steve and Bucky for three weeks. Bucky had made it a weekly occurrence to show up at your door on Saturday morning with bagels and coffee before spending the day with you. You were fully recovered aside from your memory still being spotty. There were things you had been able to remember about Bucky. You had surprised yourself when you remembered how he took his coffee, or how the two of you had snuck into a midnight showing of a movie you both had been dying to see. But there were still so many things you were trying to remember that seemed to slip out of your grip as soon as you focused on the memory.

One thing you were sure of though, Bucky had been special to you. Even now you felt your heart race and your stomach flip whenever he gave you that lopsided grin. When his skin brushed yours, every part of your body tingled. His smell, his eyes, even his soft laugh made you feel as if you were being wrapped in a warm blanket. But behind the feeling of comfort, you felt a lingering sense of dread. He still hadn't told you exactly what he did to make you feel that way. Today your mission was to finally get it out of him.

"Hold your horses!" You shouted at the front door as you rushed to open it.

"Hey! Sorry, I was just excited to see you." Bucky grinned sheepishly.

"You see me every Saturday and some throughout the week. Aren't you sick of me yet?" You asked, letting him walk past you and into the kitchen to set down the food and coffee.

"Never. I always want to be with you, Y/n." Bucky said seriously as he turned to face you.

You smiled gently at him and then raised your eyebrows, arms crossing over your chest as you waited.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You forgot part of your Saturday morning ritual."

"Oh!" Bucky rushed over to you and planted a kiss on your cheek.

Feeling bold, he placed another right at the corner of your lips.

"Cheeky." You whispered to yourself as he walked away, but he heard you and chuckled.

"So, today I was thinking we could go down the street to that park you love, sit on your favorite bench by the pond and talk for a while, then head to your favorite diner for lunch."

"I have been craving one of Al's greasy cheeseburgers." You sighed. "What are we doing after lunch?"

"Movie day. We used to do this all the time while Steve was working on the weekend. We'd get in pajamas and lounge around one of our apartments then order pizza for dinner. I brought your favorite movies and snacks." Bucky said, holding up a bag.

"Did you bring pajamas?"

"Did you really think I'd forget my jammies , babydoll?"

"Please don't call them jammies. You sound like a five year old." You laughed.

"You always loved that about me though. At heart, I'm just a fucking kid."

"And you got a big ass head." You laughed.

Bucky just stared at you with a smile on his face. Now it was your turn to look at him confused.

"What?"

"Every time I'd call myself a fucking kid, that's how you'd always respond. Said it was a little song you heard in some video online."

"One more memory down, then." You took a sip of your coffee and then popped a piece of bagel into your mouth.