AVENGER IMAGINES

Bucky - Flu Shots.

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Bucky
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Flu shots
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"Bucky, everyone else got their shots why can't you?" You groaned, a small rage working its way through your veins.

"No." He said bluntly, his arms folded tightly in front of him, as he slouched down of the sofa.

"Buck-"

"No."

"Bucky-"

"Nooo."

"James Buchanan Barnes I will drag you there my damn self!" You threatened, your voice growing close to growling, the tips of your fingers tingling.

"Wait... You'll come with me?" Bucky asked, a hint of shock in his voice as his eyes squinted suspiciously at you, he sat up straight and unfolded his arms.

"Of course Bucky. I wouldn't just leave you to get a needle stabbed into your arm." You said sarcastically, whaling your arms about.

Bucky cringed.

"I really don't like needles... After HYRDA abducted-" Bucky started but you didn't want to hear it. You knew it would be painful for him.

"Bucky you don't have to explain. I understand, I will even hold your hand if you want." You flirted shamelessly.

"Thank you Y/N. Promise to hold my hand?" He flirted back.

Such a shame he's damaged.  You thought to yourself and instantly regretted it.

"Whenever you want." You winked.

*~* time skip with you and Tony having a dance competition and Sam ends up winning with his insane twerking*~*

"I don't wanna..." Bucky almost whimpered as you both stood outside Doctor Cho's office.

"Bucky... Please just come on, after this we can do what ever you want okay?" You were getting tired of his constant whining.

Three hours you had listened to him say 'I changed my mind' or 'nope, not going'

But finally you had managed to drag him to Cho.

"Whatever I want?" He asked, his eyes squinting at you again.

"Sure thing soldier boy." You smiled widely at him before walking in.

"Ah! Hello James and Y/N! I honestly didn't think you would show." Helen chuckled gently as she motioned for Bucky to sit in the dull white chair.

He grudgingly sat down on the seat, the leather against his black jeans made an awful squeaky noise.

You grinned and help in a chuckle.

"So James, are these your first shots?" Helen asked politely as she prepared the needle.

"No, I had some in '26." He admitted.

Suddenly you remembered how old he was, yet he still looked so bloody good for a 99 year old. You scrunched up your nose and tried to push the thought from your mind as it raced from thoughts of him topless to thoughts of him kissing you.