Bucky Barnes Imagines

Part 4

You pulled your jacket closer to your body, wishing Bucky was the one keeping you warm. The cold winter arm but into your skin.

According to Natasha, Bucky had fled to Northern Russia. That just made you happy.

You pushed open the door to the abandoned factory. Your eyes immediately went to the black shadow in front of the fire.

The familiar smell went up your nose and you felt at home. You took a step closer to the shadow and called out, "Bucky?"

The shadow suddenly grew larger. The figure turned around and Bucky's beautiful face appeared out of the shadows.

"(Y/n)?"

You ran towards Bucky and he took a few steps toward you as you jumped into his arms.

"Bucky," you said. You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his.

"I missed you so much," Bucky said after you pulled away.

"Then why'd you leave?" You asked him.

"I thought you'd be better off without me there to harm you." Bucky's lips went downward into a frown.

"Bucky," he set you down. "You never hurt me when you choked me," you said, "you hurt me when you left."

He brought his head down and his hands up. He rubbed his head messing up his chocolate hair.

"I— I,"

You kissed him again. "Stop, Buck." You told him. "Come on, we're going home."