Catch Me If You Can | Winter Soldier x reader |

CHAPTER 17

Whenever Mason pressed his lips against yours, you imagined Barnes' velvet lips grazing you. Whenever Mason trailed his hands your body, you could only feel Bucky's hand roaming you while his mechanical arm would rest on your curve. The stark contrast between the metal's bitter iciness and his balmy meaty hand would send inevitable shivers down your spine. You could imagine the Winter Soldier towering over your bare figure as he studied every aspect of your body.

Your hands would snake into his mop of dampened hair, bringing his face closer to yours. Your bodies would be one, rhythmic as a metronome. Mason— he was great and all, but sleeping with him felt like a chore. It was something you had to do to get around the place without trouble. But with Bucky, it would be a whole other dimension. Sure, the Winter Soldier was buff, strong, hard ašsed and all, but you imagined him to be compassionate, loving and gentle with you.

He'd be so tender with you, that you'd feel like a little china doll.

He'd caress you until dawn perches awake.

He'd love you like you were the only thing left.

If you had only felt the warmth within his touch, if only you'd seen the smile when he blushed, or the way he curled his lips when he concentrated, you would have known what you were living for. Or at least, what you've missed. Despite your night with Mason Kehthan, and the exhaustion that was overwhelming you, the only thing you could think of was Bucky.

It'd been about a week or so since Barnes returned to the warehouse. Everyone in the Ambassadors was losing the enthusiasm and competition they had when Bucky was around. You were recognizing the lack of potential in everyone and confronted Mason about the matter. He brushed it off as though it was nothing, but he knew deep down, what he did was wrong.

You hated when Mason was stubborn, and since it was nearly two week since the event, you decided that the only way to get things back into place was to take matters into your own hands. While Mason was soundlessly asleep, you gathered your discarded clothes, dressed and headed out without a peep.

After what seemed like an hour's worth of a drive, you found the little cozy house and parked on the opposite side of the street. You managed to slip into the house by breaking the glass of the attic window and got inside. You were eager, I guess you could say, to see him and all. Something was buzzing in your mind whenever you thought him. And it wasn't the sort of dirty things you always think about whenever you see someone hot.

Bucky was just— a piece of work, you know.

You couldn't get enough of him.

And it wasn't exactly sex that you wanted from him anymore. You sort of— you just wanted the disappointed shake of his head when you did something stupid. You wanted his lingering gazes. And all of those little things he did.

Standing at the doorway of his room, you attempted to convince yourself you weren't being creepy. You staggered inside quietly, chewing the insides of your cheeks as you kept your desperate breath in control. Barnes made a face here and there, his cheeks twitching at the creaking of flooring as you paced towards him. You finally found a spare room at the edge of the bed where your rear-end found itself at home. You examined the young man, noticing he had a few bruises here and there on his face, probably from the brawl.

You didn't know why you did it but you let your hand graze his cheek, empathetically. "Don't touch me." He snapped foully, causing you to flinch.

"You're awake..."

"Of course, I am." He huffed a sigh, unraveling out of his sheets as he sat straight. There was a long terrible silence between you two as you locked eyes. "What are you doing here?"