Avengers Imagines

We Didn't...Did We?- Bucky Barnes

(Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Implied smut

Warm sunlight staggered through half open blinds. Your comforter blanketed your upper body and shielded your skin from the cold morning air. The quiet Saturday street noise from 12 floors below you provided a nice hum. It took a second to register someone's arm thrown across your torso. 

This scene that you opened your eyes to was pleasant, and warm. Comforting. Until the aching pain in your head kicked in. You couldn't  see much through the haze of last night's memories, but you definitely remember alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Resulting in one hell of a hangover. 

Moving to sit up, the blanket slid down your upper body and the cool air didn't hesitate to nip at your skin. Jolting back from the impact of cold oxygen, your back touched something else cold. But it felt different, like metal. Your body froze, and started moving to the side, still under the gentle grip of...of... who the hell was this? You felt bad. I mean even with the alcohol, you probably should've known who it was you just...did god knows what with. 

The other person shifted onto his back, unconsciously pulling his arm off you, then you could see his face. You could see his face extremely clearly: Bucky Barnes. You just slept with Bucky Barnes. With each rise and fall of his chest, the memories of last night came dancing back. You weren't drunk because of your problems, you were drunk because of his. 

Slipping out of bed as carefully as you could, making sure not to wake him, your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. Crossing your arms across your bare chest, you grabbed a black and white flannel slung over a chair, and your underwear from their spot on the floor, and rushed into his apartment's living room. 

Once the flannel was securely buttoned, you tiptoed to the couch and sank into the cushions. With a pounding pain still resonating in your head, you tried to avoid thinking about the memories screaming at you from the night before. He was upset, mainly about losing his memories, and the two of you had run into each other at a bar near Stark Tower. Long story short, after a few drinks, you thought you could even things out. Make yourself forget too. Great idea. 

It wasn't all bad memories, though. You remember vividly the rush you felt when he touched your skin. You can still feel his lips on yours, his breath on your neck. The memory of your fingers tracing his muscular frame still sends shivers down your spine.

Shaking the distracting thoughts from your head, you curled your knees up to your chest, wishing you could do last night a hell of a lot differently. Wishing you would've comforted him instead of get drunk and take advantage of him. You hit the back of your head against the arm of the couch, about three times before you remember your blinding headache. And to top this all off, you actually cared a great deal for Bucky, and thought  maybe one day something could happen. Not now, definitely not now. 

"Y/N?" Bucky's tired voice pulled you out of your own head. You whipped your head towards the sweet sound of his voice, and saw a sight that made you smile; Bucky with bedhead and only pajama bottoms on. He smiled softly at you, but had a feeling you were upset. Bucky moved towards you, looking like he was walking on eggshells. "Are you okay?"

Your face contorted in confusion. You honestly didn't really have an answer for him. You just felt bad that you took advantage of him when he was upset. "I'm sorry Buck, I'm really sorry," you stuttered, standing from your place on the couch. He looked confused when he let out a soft chuckle, looking over to you. "Last night, about last night I...I'm really sorry," you mumbled, not realizing that you were standing very close to him. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about," he replied, voice still raspy from sleep. "It's not like that was a one sided decision," he added with a smile, taking a step closer. 

"You were upset, you were vulnerable I should've...I should've been more-"

"Hey, hey," Bucky said, holding your cheek in his soft hand. A hand that you remember all too well. "Y/N, relax. Despite what you may think, last night wasn't a mistake. And yeah, I was upset, but have you seen my life recently? There's rarely a time when I'm not. More often than not, I wish I would've died on any number of those missions HYDRA sent me on. Except last night. Last night, I was happy. Being with you, no matter what way, makes me happy. Genuinely happy. So don't think, for one second, that I wish last night didn't happen. Or that I don't want it to happen again," before he could continue, you smashed your lips to his. 

The feeling of complete trust and comfort taking over you, anything and everything around you became nonexistent. The only thing that mattered was the two of you. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. Despite wanting this moment to last forever, you came up for air, finding nothing but love in his luminescent blue eyes. 

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