Marvel Imagines

Bucky- Promised Myself

Bucky paces, hands in his hair, mind racing as he marches from corner to corner.

This is bad, he thinks. Very, very bad.

A sudden knock at his door makes him freeze.

"I know you're in there, Bucky!" You say sternly, knocking again. "I can hear you stomping around. Is everything okay?"

He snorts bitterly, and before he can stop himself, he rips open the door and realizes how bad of an idea that was because when he sees you, his heart stutters.

Your eyes soften when they meet his. "Hey, are you-"

"No," He mutters, arms on the door frame as he sucks in a sharp breath. "I am not okay,"

Not waiting for an invitation, you slide under his bicep and tug him lightly inside. He complies, following you to the bed where you scoot under the blankets and he happily does the same.

"I promised myself," he murmurs lowly, eyes closed as you gently run your fingers through his hair. But you pause for him to go on. "I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me."

"Buck," You whisper. "We complete each other."