Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky - Drabble #2 (Part Two)

"Why the hell would you ever think that?" & "Stop pushing me away" & "I think I'm in love with you, and I'mterrified." & "I want my best friend back."

Warning - Language, once again. Some fluff and angst!

"So what exactly happened between you two?" Steve asked, taking an obnoxiously large bite of his apple. You grimaced at the loud chewing he made, rolling your eyes as you shifted on your seat.

"We had a fight," you mumbled, poking your salad with a fork with little appetite. 

Steve knew that you and Bucky weren't on talking terms, but it wasn't like he had been giving you a choice. You tried to find him, but no one seemed to know where he was. And whenever you did manage to come across him, he always found a way to escape before you could try and talk to him. It was infuriating. 

"That doesn't seem like such a big-"

"And then he kissed me."

Steve choked, making a pained expression as he pounded on his chest, "He what?"

"You heard me, Steve," you sighed. "Why else would he be avoiding me for two weeks?"

Steve didn't have an answer for that, just staring at his half eaten piece of fruit with a deep concentration on is face. "Well, you two need to make amends or whatever, because seeing the two of you moping around is getting pretty old."

"Yeah, you're telling me," you muttered, "I can't find the man anywhere."

"He's probably in the gym," Steve said quickly, before standing up, "You didn't hear it from me."

"Thanks Steve," you replied, getting up and leaving your uneaten food on the table to hurry down to the gym. You were going to talk to Bucky if it was the last thing you did.

You opened the door, knowing he would hear it even if you didn't slam it. He wasn't known as one of the most dangerous assassins for nothing. 

You stepped into the room cautiously, your eyes falling on Bucky's back as he was taking out his anger on one of the punching bags. You crossed your arms, shifting your weight to your hip before coughing obviously, raising an eyebrow.

He stopped punching the bag, almost panting as he turned to face you, looking somewhere between weary and guilty.

"Hey, stranger," you said without masking the slight annoyance in your tone.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, "Y/N, can we do this another time?"

"Another time?" You cocked an eyebrow, feeling your lips press into a tight line, "Will I even get another time, James, or will you continue avoiding me at every possible moment?"

He jumped off the platform, heading for his bag. You rolled your eyes when he didn't answer you, instead deciding you weren't going to let him run again. You headed over to him, determined not to let him go without an explanation.

"Stop pushing me away," you said with a tone almost on the verge of desperation, "Please, Bucky. I'm not asking for much, just an explanation. I want my best friend back."

He shut his eyes, sighing and letting his hands pause on the bag. "You want to know the truth? Fine. I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

You didn't say anything for a second, eyes slightly widening at the revelation. Clearly there had been some screwed up feelings between the two of you, the other night proved that true, but love? You didn't think he had felt that way.

"And why are you terrified about that?" You managed to ask softly, your hand covering his metal one. He glanced up at you, and for a moment, you could tell he really meant what he said. 

"Because I don't think you feel the same," he finally said, his eyes searching yours to see how you would react.

"Why the hell would you ever think that?" You said with a small smile, "I've loved you for a while Bucky, even when you're acting like a dick."

His face broke into a grin, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, that's a relief."

You smacked his arm, letting yourself laugh at him, "Are you going to leave me waiting, or...?"

He rolled his eyes, taking your hands in his and pulling you closer to him to softly press his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck in a familiar way to the last time, but in a much better feeling. Before, you had been confused and still angry, but now you couldn't have been happier.

"I'm sorry I'm such an asshole," he murmured against your lips, causing you to chuckle as he pulled back, his arms still around you as he gave you the signature Bucky Barnes smile.

"I didn't have any right to fight with you like that," he said, brushing some hair from your face, "I care about you so much and seeing you hurt like that, well I didn't know how to take my anger out. I screwed up."

"I forgive you, Buck," you smiled slightly, "I said some harsh things too."

He just rolled his eyes, pressing his lips to yours again. "You don't need to apologize, doll, I started it."

"Yeah, you kind of did."

"Hey! You're not supposed to agree with me!"