Bucky Barnes X Y/n Oneshots.

A lovestory from the 1940's.

Title: "A lovestory from the 1940's."

Summary: The year is 1943, amidst the backdrop of World War II. The United States is entrenched in a global conflict, with soldiers like Sergeant Bucky Barnes stationed at various fronts, while back home, the nation's best and brightest are working tirelessly to support the war effort.

Summary: In the bustling halls of a military hospital, Doctor Y/N Stark, a dedicated physician and the younger sister of billionaire Howard Stark, finds herself caught between her commitment to saving lives and her growing feelings for the charming yet troubled Sergeant Bucky Barnes. Amidst the chaos of war, their connection deepens, evolving from tentative friendship to something more profound.

The faint hum of activity buzzed through the halls of the military hospital, blending with the distant sounds of sirens and warplanes overhead. Doctor Y/N Stark stood in the cramped medical supply room, adjusting her white coat and pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The smell of antiseptic was strong, a constant reminder of the life-and-death struggles occurring daily in her care.

"Doctor Stark, we need you in the ER!" a nurse called out, urgency lacing her tone.

"Coming!" Y/N replied, taking a deep breath to steady herself before stepping out into the chaos. The emergency room was a whirlwind of medics, soldiers, and the steady stream of injured men, each one a story and a battle etched into their faces.

As she moved swiftly through the room, her eyes caught sight of Sergeant Bucky Barnes, sitting on an exam table with his arm wrapped in a bandage, a shadow of fatigue beneath his blue eyes. His usually charming smile was absent, replaced with a look of weariness that tugged at Y/N's heart.

"Sergeant Barnes," she greeted, forcing a smile as she approached him. "What happened?"

Bucky looked up, his expression softening slightly at the sight of her. "Just a little scuffle with some shrapnel. Nothing I can't handle," he replied, his voice low and soothing, yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Y/N pulled on her gloves, her heart racing as she inspected his injury. "You need to be more careful. You're too valuable to risk getting hurt," she said, the concern evident in her tone.

Bucky chuckled softly, the sound like music in the sterile environment. "You know I can't help it, Doc. It's kind of my job to get into trouble." His playful grin was infectious, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift.

As she worked, their banter flowed easily, and Y/N found herself captivated by Bucky's charm and humor, even amidst the chaos. He shared stories of his life before the war, the laughter of friends, and the thrill of his escapades. Each word he spoke drew her closer, igniting a spark deep within her.

"Your brother's got quite the reputation, you know," Bucky said, his eyes glinting mischievously. "The ladies love him."

"Yeah, well, I'm not really like my brother," Y/N replied, a hint of frustration coloring her voice. "I prefer to keep my focus on my work. Relationships are complicated, especially now."

Bucky's gaze softened as he reached out, his thumb brushing against her hand. "Sometimes the best things in life are complicated. You just have to be willing to dive in."

Y/N felt a rush of heat at his touch, a feeling both exhilarating and terrifying. She withdrew her hand, trying to mask her flustered reaction. "You're not making this easy, Sergeant."

He laughed, a warm, rich sound that wrapped around her like a blanket. "That's the point. Life's too short to play it safe all the time."

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment spent together, their friendship deepened. In stolen glances and quiet conversations, the chemistry between them simmered, electric and undeniable. Bucky would often stop by the hospital, sometimes pretending to be injured just to see her, each visit leaving Y/N yearning for more of his presence.

One late evening, after a particularly grueling day, Y/N found herself in the hospital's rooftop garden, seeking solace in the cool night air. The stars twinkled above, a stark contrast to the tumult of war below. She leaned against the railing, lost in thought when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Mind if I join you?" Bucky asked, his voice a gentle caress against the night.

"Not at all," she replied, turning to face him. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on his face, highlighting the contours of his jaw and the strength in his expression.

They stood in silence, the world around them fading into the background. Y/N felt a swell of emotions rise within her, the weight of her feelings for Bucky becoming unbearable.

"I've been thinking," she began hesitantly, "about what you said... about diving in."

Bucky turned to her, his expression serious. "And?"

"And I don't want to play it safe anymore," she confessed, her heart racing. "I want to explore what's between us."

A smile broke across Bucky's face, lighting up his features. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he admitted, stepping closer.

Their breaths mingled in the cool air as they moved towards each other, the space between them shrinking. In that moment, the world around them disappeared, and all that mattered was the spark igniting between them.

Bucky reached out, cupping her face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. "Y/N... I've been falling for you since the first time we met. You make me feel alive."

With a surge of courage, Y/N closed the distance, their lips meeting softly at first, as if testing the waters. But as the kiss deepened, passion ignited, consuming them both. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and hope, of battles fought and lives saved, and a future they dared to dream of despite the chaos surrounding them.

As they pulled away, breathless and filled with unspoken promises, Y/N rested her forehead against Bucky's, a smile spreading across her face. "We'll face whatever comes together, won't we?"

"Together," Bucky echoed, his voice firm and steady, a promise sealed with a kiss.