Different oneshots between Marvel Cinematic Universe's Bucky Barnes X Y/n (Female Reader) Most of them are an alternative universe, so doesn't match the mcu Storyline, some do, some don't, some oneshots are big, most are average sized or small, (In...
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Title: "I want you."
Summary: You both realize you are more than just enemies.
The rain came down in sheets, soaking the streets and casting a dull sheen over the pavement. You stood under the broken awning of an abandoned building, your eyes scanning the alleyway. You weren’t supposed to be here, and if anyone found out, it could mean serious trouble. But your mission wasn’t complete, and there was still one loose end you had to tie up.
Footsteps echoed in the distance. You had immediately tensed up, your hand gripping the knife hidden under your coat. But you knew who it was before he even stepped into view.
Bucky Barnes.
Damn it.
He emerged from the shadows, his figure cloaked in darkness except for the gleam of his metal arm. His expression was as unreadable as ever, though there was a flash of annoyance in his eyes when they locked onto hers.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, his voice a low growl.
“I could say the same to you,” You shot back, folding your arms across your chest, her gaze sharp.
For months, they had been at each other’s throats—whether in the field or during debriefs, you two's relationship had been strained at best and openly hostile at worst. Bucky didn’t trust you, and You didn’t exactly make it easy for him to change his mind.
“You’re reckless,” he said, his tone accusatory as he stepped closer. “You put yourself in danger for no reason.”
“For no reason?” You scoffed, your jaw tightening. “Last I checked, cleaning up your mess isn’t ‘no reason.’”
Bucky’s eyes darkened. “My mess? You really think this is on me?”
You narrowed your eyes, stepping forward until the two of you were inches apart from each other. “If you hadn’t gone off-book on the last mission, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have to be cleaning up after you, again.”
His jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek twitching with barely restrained anger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then enlighten me, Barnes,” You challenged, your voice now low. “Because I’m tired of playing this game with you.”
For a moment, neither of you had moved, the tension between the two was thick enough to cut through, rain dripped from the edge of the awning, the sound of it hitting the ground the only thing breaking the silence.
Bucky’s eyes flashed with something darker, something more conflicted. His gaze bore into yours as if searching for an answer he couldn’t quite find. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “You wouldn’t understand.”
You blinked, the sharpness of your anger dimming for just a moment. “Try me.”
He didn’t respond right away, his eyes flickering between you and the ground. You had never seen him like this before—hesitant, almost vulnerable. It was unsettling, but also... it made you more curious, you had always thought of Bucky as closed off, someone impossible to reach, but now, standing here in the rain with him, you realized there was more to him than you’d let yourself see.
“Everything I do,” Bucky finally said, his voice hoarse, “is to make sure no one else gets hurt. Even if it means going against orders. I can’t just follow orders blindly anymore. Not after everything.”
You felt your chest tighten at his words. There it was—the weight of his past, the guilt that followed him like a shadow.
But that didn’t change what they were in this moment. Opponents, fighting for control, fighting to protect themselves. You weren’t ready to let your guard down. Not yet.
“So you think you get to decide who lives and who dies?” Your voice was now cold, the walls going back up. “That’s not how this works, Bucky.”
His hand shot out, grabbing your arm with a grip that was firm but not firm enough to cause you any pain. “And what about you? You think your way is so much better? Charging in, taking risks without thinking—”
“I think I get the job done,” You snapped at him, pulling your arm away. “Unlike you.”
Bucky’s eyes flashed with frustration. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“I know enough,” You said, her voice sharp.
The two of you stood there, glaring at each other, the storm around them intensifying. The air between them crackled with tension—anger, frustration, and something else neither of them wanted to admit.
Suddenly, Bucky moved forward, closing the distance between them in a single step. His breath was warm against your skin as he leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. “You think I’m your enemy, doll. But I’m not. Not really.”
Your heart raced, and for the first time, you found herself at a loss for words. His proximity was overwhelming, every muscle in your body tense, you had spent months telling yourself that you hated him, resenting his every move. But now, standing this close to him, you weren’t sure what you were feeling anymore.
“I don’t need you protecting me,” You said barely above a whisper, though her voice wavered.
Bucky’s gaze softened, his anger fading into something else—something you didn’t expect to see. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”
Your breath hitched at his words, the intensity in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. You didn’t know how to respond—didn’t know how to process the sudden shift in their dynamic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to feel like this about him.
And yet, when his hand reached out again, this time brushing gently against your cheek, you didn’t pull away.
“I don’t want to fight you anymore,” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the rain.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Then what do you want?”
Bucky’s eyes locked onto yours, and in that moment, the air between them shifted—no longer filled with anger, but with something deeper, something neither of them could deny.
“I want you,” he whispered, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his touch sending a jolt through your body, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the gap between you two, your lips pressing against his.
The kiss was hard, fast, and full of all the pent-up emotions you two had been hiding for months, it was messy and desperate, both of them pouring everything into that moment, as if they were trying to erase the distance they’d kept between them for too long.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other’s.
“Maybe we were never really enemies,” You whispered, your voice unsteady.
Bucky chuckled softly, his hand still resting on her cheek. “Maybe not.”
And as the rain continued to fall around them, they both knew that whatever they were now enemies, lovers, or something in between everything had changed.
