Avenger Imagines

And here I hide - Bucky Barnes x Reader (Special)

{ Semi sad Special }

It wasn't the best spot, the smell of cleaning sprays and humidity didn't help either.

But it made you feel safe.

Tucked in a ball formation with your face resting on your knees, you wrapped your arms around.

You weren't exactly an Avenger or and Agent; just there for your 'abilities'.

Scoffing, you looked about the tiny place.

The Janitors room wasn't so bad, not with S. Lee swinging around. The first day, you scared the living day lights out of him, but he got over it as time went on. He's gotten so used to the random appearances, that he quite expected you in there when he opened the door. He would strike up random conversations and ask for certain items that were around you.

The door being swung open and slammed shut snapped you out of your deep thought. The figure held heavy breaths and stumbled backwards, you tried to squeeze into the corner more.

A glint of silver caught your eye, you assumed it was a gun, and you tried to swallow back your fear.

"Who's there?" A rough voice asked, you cleared your throat and he sighed.

"I was here first." You muttered, he slid down the wall and put his legs in front of himself. Through the small amount of light that flooded through the door you could make out a man with long hair.

"What are you in for?" You asked after a while, he looked up in surprise.

"PSD and screams don't mix well." He awkwardly rubbed his arm.

"Gunshots make me panic and hurt people." You answered his unasked question. Together, sitting in a humid room, you both found comfort in a unknown person. "I should go, I've been in here for too long." Dusting off your pants, you pass a bucket to the man. "Lee is gonna need that so just pass it to him when he comes in." Stepping out, you hummed a little and left the man alone.

And not five minutes later, Bucky was passing a bucket to S. Lee who was surprised to see a new comer.

Two days. That's how long you lasted without rushing for cover, which beat the last record of 45 hours. Although, you went two days without seeing your new friend. You didn't even have a face or name to go by.

Walking cheerfully through the halls, you see an angry Clint Barton covered in glitter and stickers pass by. Muttering something about April fools, yet you shrugged it off.

Trudging forward, you see Tony and Bruce loudly talking, you waved hello. Just was you greeted him, a loud alarm went off and glitter ran down, you unintentionally let your force field push anyone 100 feet near you away.

Scared and panicking, you ran straight to the closet and dove in. Sliding down the wall, you tried to count your breaths.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice ass, you slam your eyes shut.

"Surprise. Glitter. Loud." You managed to say, focusing on the tiles on the floor, you find your peace again. "Have... you been here... long?" You ask after a solid ten minutes.

"I think it's been an hour." He replied. "You haven't been here for two days." A small grin edged on his lips.

"New record." You chimed, then your face fell. "Almost three."

"Two days is better than ten hours." He scoffed, you shuffled closer to him.

"Ten hours is better than zero."

"Well, aren't you optimistic?" You sat in silence, and looked over to the shadowy figure.

"Y/N." You blurted out.

"What?"

"My name. It's Y\N." You repeated.

"James." He said, you looked up to the ceiling. "But Steve calls me Bucky, so I guess you can too."

"Well, Bucky, I guess we are going to be meeting less and less." Bucky gave a confused look.

"Why's that?"

"Cause one day we will get better and sitting in this humid janitor's closet will be a distance memory." You looked at Bucky.

"Optimistic." He chuckled.

"But for now," You leaned on the wall. "It's you, me and this room against the world."

"One day, my dear Y\N, one day." Bucky folded his arms. "Not today or tomorrow but one day."