daybreak - b. barnes

- 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and bucky are arguing after he gets jealous at Tony's party.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Cussing, Glass Breaking, Manhandling (Slightly), Fighting, Groping, Blood, Smut, P in V intercourse
Italics are the past.

The 2024 avengers holiday party was in full swing by the time Bucky and I arrived. The avengers tower was aglow with festive christmas lights, mariah carey's "all i want for christmas is you" pulsed through the air, and the Avengers were scattered around, laughing and mingling. The lavish Tower was adorned with garlands, an enormous Christmas tree, and trays of hors d'oeuvres floating on repulsor technology made by Tony and Bruce. Carol Danvers laughed near the bar with Wanda, Thor held court near the tree, and Tony Stark was, as always, playing host with a glass of bourbon in hand. I spotted Natasha and Bruce first through the big crowd, their matching lavender shiny outfits help them stand out.

I walk in hand in hand with Bucky, wearing a red lace up long dress. It has V-neckline with wide shoulder straps. The side ruched seams focuses on my curves and the side slit offers a peak at my shoes along the hem of the dress. The dress made with glitter knit fabric that sparkles from every angle thanks to the light.

I have to admit tonight I looked amazing and feeling cocky—Bucky's soft whistle of approval when I came out of the bathroom earlier before we left our shared bedroom told me as much.

"Holy shit doll...can I unwrap my present early?"

Bucky and I have been together for a few months now. When Steve brought Bucky home from Hydra after he attacked him and T'challa on a mission, he was very timid and quiet, so I didn't pay him much attention until one day we had our first conversation over something we both cared much about: books.

We both eventually became friends and developed feelings for each other. I tried to deny it and ignore him as much as possible until I shut him out completely because of my stubbornness. But I should've known it would've taken a toll on Bucky as well.

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through my jacket and onto my shirt, plastering my hair to my face. I was already halfway to my car when I heard him call out behind me.

"Y/n, stop!"

I stopped my tracks, my breath hitching. I'd made sure to ignore Bucky for weeks, at least 3 now. Ignoring his texts, dodging him in the tower—it was easier than facing whatever messy feelings lay between us.

"What do you want, James?" I shouted over the storm, refusing to turn around and keeping my hands folded and back facing him.

"I want to talk!" His voice was sharp, desperate, he takes another 3 steps towards me with his hand out reaching for me, missing me.

I finally spun on my heel, my arms still wrapped around myself more for protection than warmth. He stood there, drenched, his hair sticking to his face and his metal arm glinting in the streetlights.

"We've got nothing to talk about," I said, my voice wavering as I look down to the concrete street below my feet.

His jaw tightened, his blue eyes burning with frustration. "Don't do that. Don't shut me out again. Not like this."

"Why not? It's easier that way!"

"For who?! You? Because it's been hell for me, Y/n!" He took another step closer, his voice cracking. "Three weeks! Three long, excruciating, lonely, fucking weeks and I've been losing my mind wondering what the hell I did wrong."