Avengers Preferences / Imagines

Meeting Your Parents (Bucky Barnes)

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All in all you were shocked that he had agreed at all to doing this, so you didn't really have a problem agreeing to his 'conditions'. He wanted to be called Bucky not James and he definitely didn't want his last name used. He cut his hair a bit and left a little stubble on his face. Of course he wore a long-sleeved shirt and bandaged up his left hand (he'd already decided that he could say that he hurt it at work).

You knew exactly why he was doing all of this, but that didn't make you feel any better. You hated that he thought he had to do any of it. Sure, there were plenty of people who saw Bucky as a monster... He still saw himself as that. You were pretty sure that your parents would be able to see past the metal arm just as you had, but this was a big step for him so you of course would comply for his sake.

You held tight to his right hand hoping to offer some reassurance to the man. You gave him one last look (making sure he was really ready) before knocking on the door, "(Y/N)! It's about time you got here! And who is this tall drink of water?"

Bucky let go of your hand to shake hers. "James. It's very nice to finally meet you." You smiled when he used his first name and offered your mother a smile. You imagined that before everything happened he must've been an extremely charming and charismatic man (you still saw those qualities in him, but he tended to keep those qualities hidden away).

"Well, come in! Both of you get in here! I'll go get your father-" It was in that moment that your mother caught a glimpse of his bandaged hand, "Oh, goodness! What happened, dear?"

"Oh, uh it's nothing really. It happened at work, I just keep it wrapped up to be on the safe side." Bucky was quick to answer and he hoped that your mother bought the 'lie'.

You were grateful that she did. "Well as long as you're okay."

The rest of the night went off without a hitch in your mind. Everyone talked, joked and laughed. After it was done you drove home with a smile on your face. "I think it's safe to say they loved you."

"I don't think thy recognized me at all."

"Well, I don't really think it would've mattered if they did." You told him honestly. Bucky didn't offer you any response and while he was a generally quiet man you took the silence as something to be bothering him, "Why do you care so much?"

"You're close."

"With my family? Um, yeah, but-"

"They recognize me. They hate me. They tell you. It bothers you. You leave." Bucky explained nonchalantly, but you knew him. You knew that the thought bothered him.

"Just because they might've recognized you doesn't mean they would hate you. Someone somewhere once said that you're your biggest critic."

"No one wants their daughter to end up with someone like me."

You put your hand on top of his knee and pulled your car into the parking lot of a local 24/7 convenient store. As soon as you put the car in park you turned to look at him. "James Buchanan Barnes I want you to listen to me very carefully. If I ever have a daughter u pray that she ends up with someone just like you. I'm so sorry that Hydra did what they did to you. I really am, an I understand that it will always haunt you and that it has probably shaped you into the man that you are, but don't you dare think that you're the man they told you you are."

Bucky didn't speak. He just looked down and started unwrapping the bandage from his hand, "You're not gonna erase the bad things I've done."

"Okay, but you can't erase the good ones either." He looked up at you. Bucky looked like he couldn't decided whether he wanted to cry or smile. He seemed to decided against both because instead the cool metal of his left hand gently glided against your cheek and he leaned in to give you a soft kiss.