➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

•Hearts On Fire Pt. 3•

It's probably gonna be a short series. Stay tuned to find out!

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"Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale." ~Peter S. Beagle

"Come on, baby, I don't want your teary face to be the last thing I see," Bucky laughed at you, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks, but despite his efforts, they kept falling. You sniffled and brought your hands up to hold his and gave him the biggest smile you could manage. "Much better. I want that smile seared into my memory."

"It should already be there," you told him, laughing a bit and standing up on your toes to kiss his lips. You heard him sigh softly, his breath tickling your lips, before he pressed his mouth more firmly to yours. He pulled you nearer and you put your arms around his neck, squealing in surprise when he none to subtly slipped his tongue past your teeth. "Bucky!"

"What?" he laughed, still holding you tightly against him. "I thought it was appropriate for the moment," he said, dropping his head down so his forehead was pressed against yours and you were staring straight into his eyes. He went quiet, just staring at you, until the two of you were interrupted when Steve loudly cleared his throat. You backed away first, a faint pink blush on your lips. Bucky just laughed and sidestepped to throw his arms around Steve's thin shoulders. "Sorry, Stevie, forgot you were over here!"

"I'll forgive you since it was [Name] you were distracted with," Steve laughed, giving Bucky a good, hard squeeze before he backed away. He just shook his head. "Just don't get too distracted out there. Keep your head on your shoulders and not in your pants, Barnes."

"I'll do my best, Rogers," Bucky laughed, putting his arms around you again and tugging you into his side. You reached up to adjust his hat, fixing it so it sat straight and not crooked, before leaning up to kiss his cheek. Behind you, the train blared its horn suddenly and then everyone on the platform was rushing toward the open doors. "I guess that's my boarding call."

"So soon?" you asked, watching as all around you families bid their last goodbyes, soldiers giving last pecks on the cheeks before jumping into the train. You clung to Bucky suddenly, fingernails digging into his uniform. He kissed your head. "Just a few more minutes, maybe?"

"I think this is it, doll," he said, stepping back to pick up his duffle bag. He gave Steve another squeeze and then stepped back, almost as if he thought he'd never let go if he grabbed hold of you again. He squared his shoulders and hefted his bag up, giving you a quick salute before stepping back onto the train. You instantly rushed after him, grabbing the front of his uniform and pulling him back so you could catch him up in one last kiss. He reacted immediately, grabbing you by the back of the neck but he forced himself away just as your lungs began to ache for air. "Don't do this to me, doll. I gotta go. I love you. I love you so much."

"I know," was all you could whisper back, betrayed by your own voice that quivered and shook each time you started to speak. You finally released him and the doors closed as you stepped back to stand with Steve, taking his hand when he offered it to you. He gave it a hard squeeze. The train whistled blared again and the platform rumbled as the engine roared to life and the machine rolled forward. Women started to yell, waving flags and handkerchiefs at the men who hung out of the windows, and you felt yourself starting to move, Steve releasing your hand to let you go. "Bucky," you called, but nowhere near loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "Bucky!"