Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky x Artist!Mutant!Reader

Whispering. It never stops.

It only fluctuates in volume.

Louder, quieter.

Sometimes useful.

That's why I don't fight it.

Dragging the graphite stick thoughtfully around the paper, a human form began to take shape. The nameless person, sat facing slightly to the right with it's head in its hands.

Y/n stared thoughtfully into the sketched figure, humming quietly. After thinking for a moment, she added chin-length hair and stony eyes.

She paused when she reached the figures left arm; after a brief moment thinking, she drew a star at the shoulder's crown.

Shaking her head she erased the star, and drew a heart in its place. Next she began to fill in the rest of the arm; shading the metal pieces, adding the shadows where they were needed.

Done.

But somethings missing...

Sitting with the tip of the graphite resting on the heart, she thought.

All of a sudden Y/n knew what to draw, she started by drawing a hand resting on the existing figures flesh shoulder. Then an arm,  connecting to a torso, and legs, and finally a face.

This figure had h/l (hair texture: curly, straight, wavy, etc.) locks and a caring face, staring down into Winter Soldier.

Something is still missing.

Another shape takes form on Bucky's other side: Steve. He also had a hand on Buck's shoulder.

A knock on the door caused Y/n to set her sketchpad down, and get up.

With one hand turning the knob she opened the door, "Yes?". Bucky stood with his eyes shielded by a baseball cap. "Can I come in?". Nodding yesjer response, Y/n fully opened the door.

Since her abilities were discovered, her small flat had become a regular Avengers hiding place and overall hangout.

"Is this me?" Bucky asked, pointing to the sketchpad.

A furious blush erupted on Y/n's cheeks, "Well um- yes. It is.".

He held the sketchpad and stared into it, tears forming in his eyes.

Please don't cry right now.

An awkward silence encompassed the room as tears began to stream down his face; Bucky's eyes were still fixated on the drawing.

"Thank you. I-it's a great drawing."

Y/n was shocked at his emotional reaction to her drawing.

"You can keep it," She paused. "If you'd like."

He looked at her, and then the drawing. "Really?" He asked, a small child-like smile touching his eyes. "I couldn't. It's too nice, I'd feel bad taking it."

Y/n met his eyes, "Please, take it.". Bucky's  expression changed, as he stared into her deep e/c  orbs. "Thank you." He whispered. Nodding her response Y/n took the sketchpad from his hands and carefully tore the page out.

A warm hand found Y/n's shoulder. "Thank you." He said again, louder. "Buck you don't have to keep thanking me!".

One arm snaked around Y/n's waist pulling her into a slightly awkward side hug. "I love you." He whispered.

Yet another hot flush had found the girl's face, "I-I," She gulped "I love you too."

Doubt found Bucky's features at her response, "I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have s-".

He was cut off by Y/n grabbing both of his arms and wrapping them around her waist, pulling him into a full hug. His fear of hurting her with his metal arm faded as he melted into the gesture.

Nuzzling her face into his neck Y/n whispered, "I love you Buck. I mean it."