You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

25. Quite the contrary

[Willow]

I had to find Tove. I had to save her from herself. I loved Tove with all my heart, and she was one of the strongest people I know, but when her emotions took over, she could be a bit reckless. She tended to stop thinking and she had made a few stupid decisions in the past, such as playing poker with Tony and hiding in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for a week.

"Tove!" I yelled into the dark forest. "Tove, where are you?" I heard a rustle behind me, and I stopped, pulling out my gun. "Tove? Is that you?"

I saw someone step out from behind a tree. "Just me Willa." Said the figure, who happened to be Bucky. "I wanted to talk."

I scoffed, turning around to look for Tove again, as I felt a hand on my wrist. I tried to pull my arm away, but Bucky held onto me with his metal arm. I grabbed his upper arm, pulling him over my head and slamming him on the ground. He smiled, before pulling me down with him, so I was straddling him. I went for a punch to the face, but he caught my arm and rolled me onto my back, so he was pinning me down with his legs. I brought my knee up to collide with his manhood. He let out a howl, before I pushed him off me and tried to run away, but he grabbed me by the ankle, pulling me down again. He dragged himself up to me, this time pinning me down properly, sitting on my legs, metal arm holding both mine over my head.

"How is it that we always end up like this Willa?" Bucky said, both our breathing heavy.

"Maybe we really hate each other?" I replied.

"Quite the contrary." Bucky said.

I wish I could say that this was one of those movie moments, where we looked at each others lips and we both realised we were were madly in love, and Bucky let go of my arms and he'd lift up my back and our lips would collide and the kiss would be soft and full of emotion. We'd both pour our souls into the kiss and then we'd rest our foreheads together and whisper I Love You's at each other.

It was a bit messier than that.

Bucky let go of my arms and I pulled him down, smashing our lips together. Instead of a slow, soft kiss, this kiss was fast, hungry and full of pent up sexual tension. Me and Bucky had unbeknownst to us, been shamelessly flirting for the past few weeks and we let it all out on each other. I rolled over, so I was on top again, and put one hand at the hem of Bucky's shirt. As he sat up, pushing me back slightly, I tugged at the hem of his tank top, not breaking the bond in our lips.

As we broke away for a breath, I pulled Bucky's top over his head, leaving his perfectly sculpted chest on display.

"Willa, wait." Bucky said, putting a strong hand on your waist. "Do you really want to do this? In a forest?"

I looked into his eyes for a moment before I burst out laughing.

"God we're a mess."

*****

I had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually we ended up, Bucky, whose shirt was still off, was leaned against a tree stump, and I was resting with my head against his chest, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest.

I sat up a bit as my eye was caught by Bucky's arm. I took a finger and traced the point where the flesh and metal fused together. "What happened?" I asked.

"I fell off a train." He said blandly.

"I know how it happened, you idiot. But what happened, you know, at Hydra. I mean, if you want to tell me." I stuttered.

"It's fine. It'll be good to get it out." He sighed. "Well, I don't remember a lot. After I fell off the train, some Hydra spy found me. I was close to death, bleeding from the stump where my arm once was. The spy dragged me to Hydra headquarters, where I can't really remember exactly how they gave me my arm. I just remember a saw, a blowtorch and a lot of pain."

As he went through the old memories, his eyes darkened. I put my hand up to his jaw, slowly caressing his cheek.

"Then they froze me for 70 years. When I woke up, they spent a while training me. The rules were simple. Don't say anything, don't ask questions and it won't hurt. Too much. Every time I finished a mission, they'd heal me and wipe my memory. When I escaped, I was starting to remember Steve. I could remember a man named Colonel Phillips. Then the Mafia found me. After I escaped, I spent a while trying to find the colonel. When I finally found him, he was six feet under."

"But you told me you found him," I asked, confused.

"I wanted to rile you up Princess. He's been dead for a while now. I was at his grave when Steve found me and dragged me back to you." I smiled at the memory.

"Well thank god for that." I said, kissing his cheek.

Hi.

I'm sorry?

I was ill, then my laptop broke, then I had 2 dance shows and then I was ill again and now I'm back! Yay. Here's a bit of Wucky for you. Yay me.

Sophie xxx