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: More Than Friends?."
Summary: Perhaps there is something more to you and Bucky's friendship then you to tell each other.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the sterile halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. medical wing as Y/n made her way to the lab. It was late-most of the personnel had already gone home, but for her, the job didn't have hours. It was strange, though, how her pace quickened slightly when she knew a certain someone was waiting for her.
Bucky Barnes.
Since the moment he'd stepped into S.H.I.E.L.D. under less-than-ideal circumstances, Y/n had been one of the first to treat him like more than just a weapon or a ghost from the past. She didn't look at him like "the Winter Soldier." She looked at him with compassion, with respect. Maybe that was why, despite all the chaos he'd brought with him, he never tried to hurt her.
In fact, they'd grown close-quiet moments between missions when Bucky came in for his check-ups or when she'd tend to his wounds after another fight. They had a rhythm. Friendship, built on trust and patience.
She pushed open the door to the lab, her eyes immediately locking onto Bucky sitting on the edge of the medical table, his broad frame still and tense. His hair fell messily into his eyes, his metal arm catching the low light of the room.
"Back again?" Y/n teased lightly, her voice cutting through the silence as she grabbed some medical supplies. "I'm starting to think you enjoy these check-ups."
Bucky glanced at her with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe I do," he said, his voice low, gravelly. "Or maybe I just keep getting into trouble."
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully but felt the warmth of his gaze linger on her. It was different tonight. It had been different for a while, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why. They had always been friends-close friends, even-but there was an unspoken tension now, a subtle shift in the air between them.
She began examining the bruise on his arm, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. His breath hitched for a moment, and Y/n hesitated.
"Bucky," she started, her voice soft, "you've been through a lot... I know I always say it, but you can talk to me."
He exhaled, his metal hand clenching slightly before he relaxed. "I know. You've been there since the beginning. Even when everyone else treated me like a threat, you didn't."
"You're not a threat," Y/n said, her eyes meeting his. "Not to me."
For a second, they just stared at each other, the silence heavy with something unsaid. She could see the struggle behind his eyes-the weight of his past, the guilt he still carried, but also... something more. Something deeper.
"I trust you, Y/n," Bucky murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than anyone."
The sincerity in his words made her heart skip a beat. Her hand stilled on his arm, and suddenly, the room felt smaller, more intimate. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, the closeness that had always been there, but now felt almost overwhelming.
"Bucky..." she began, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to say. Was this crossing a line? Or had they been standing on that line for a long time now, too afraid to step over it?
Before she could finish, Bucky reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek gently. It was a soft, hesitant touch, as if he was afraid she'd pull away. But she didn't. She leaned into his hand, her breath catching in her throat.
"I don't want to lose what we have," he admitted quietly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of rejection.
Y/n swallowed hard, her heart racing. "You won't lose me, Bucky," she promised. "But... maybe we could have more?"
The question hung in the air between them, fragile yet full of possibility. Bucky's gaze darkened slightly, a mix of longing and fear flickering across his face.
"You'd want that?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability.
Y/n smiled softly, her hand covering his on her cheek. "I've always wanted more," she confessed. "I was just waiting for you."
For a moment, Bucky was silent, the weight of her words settling in. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his forehead resting against hers, his breath mingling with hers. "Y/n..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
And then, without another word, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but full of all the unspoken feelings they'd both been too afraid to acknowledge.
When they finally pulled apart, Bucky's blue eyes were filled with something new-something lighter, freer.
"More than friends, then?" he asked with a small smirk, his thumb gently tracing her jaw.
Y/n chuckled, her heart swelling. "Definitely more than friends."
And for the first time in a long while, Bucky felt like maybe-just maybe-he didn't have to carry his burdens alone anymore. Because he had her. And that was more than enough.
