Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Love's a Joke Pt. 2

Banging. Quiet. Incessant pounding. Quiet. Yelling.

What the fuck was going on?

Your eyes cracked open and you swiped your hand down your face. Bucky's arm was wrapped around you and your head was resting on his chest. You vaguely remember scarfing down the pizza while you watched TV. Not long after you'd finished eating, there was nothing. You must have slipped off to sleep and Bucky decided to stay instead of leaving you alone. Maybe he was scared you'd have a nightmare after your confrontation with J.

Another round of pounding on your door brought you fully into consciousness. Shrugging out of Bucky's hold and throwing your legs over the bed, you scowled as you walked to the door and then snatched it open.

"What!?" You yelled.

Tony stood on the other side and smirked at you. You held the door tight against your side to obscure his sight of your bed where Bucky still laid.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Suck it, Tony. Why are you banging on my door at," you looked down at your watch before looking back at him and scowling, "6:30 in the morning."

"Just wanted to give you a heads up that we're going to start interrogating Bozo at eight."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said warily and wiped a hand down your face.

"Maybe try throwing on a little makeup and wearing something...different." He said as he looked down at the baggy shirt and sweats you were wearing.

"I wasn't planning on wearing my pj's to an interrogation, Tony."

"I meant something other than what you normally wear." Tony said in an annoyed tone.

"What's wrong with my normal clothes?"

You dressed like most of the others when they weren't required to be in uniform. Jeans, boots or sneakers, and a plain shirt. It was perfect attire for an interrogation, so you didn't understand what his problem was.

"Nothing's wrong with how you dress, but this is your ex Y/n. Maybe show a little skin. Distract him a bit." Tony motioned to his chest and your scowl deepened.

"I got a better idea, why don't you show off your chest and leave my tits out of this." You spat. "You'll get the information you want whether my chest is on display or not. Now is there anything else?"

"Nope, just thought I'd give it a shot." He shrugged and then turned and walked off.

You shut the door and then leaned your forehead against it. In the few minutes it took for you to wake up and answer your door, you'd forgotten about the interrogation. J didn't want you there for any other reason than to psychologically torture you. That was the shit he lived for and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. You groaned inwardly before you felt your hair being pushed from your shoulder to expose your neck. Hands slid over your waist and up your sides before they cupped your breasts.

"I'm glad you told Tony no." Bucky kissed you right below the ear.

"Why's that?" You smirked and leaned your head to the side, exposing your neck to him more.

"I don't like to share, doll." He kissed down your neck and then let his teeth run over your skin as he moved back to your ear. "I don't want to share any part of you with anyone, but especially that asshole."

"Mmmm, I think I like jealous Bucky." You teased.

"Seems I can't help it when it comes to you, Y/n." He whispered.

His hands moved down and slipped under your shirt. They moved lightly across your stomach until he was cupping your breasts again. His thumb and forefingers tweaked your nipples, making your head fall back against his shoulder. You reached up and entwined your fingers into his hair as his lips kissed along the length of your neck.