Marvel and DC Imagines

Slip Away (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Her cold fingers sent shivers down his spine as their lips touched.

"You can stay, we can work this out, just trust—" Bucky protested.

"We both know that we'll meet again." She laughed,

"I just... I just have a bad feeling about this." He admitted.

"I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Jiffy?" He asked, smiling a little, "Who says jiffy anymore?"

Y/N punched his shoulder playfully, "Shut up."

"How about you make me?" Bucky taunted, leaning in and staring at her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pecked his lips, "But seriously, I need to go." She picked up her backpack and climbed into the car.

Bucky frowned and watch Y/N roll out of the driveway, waving.

He got back into the empty house.

On the coffee table of the living room sat a letter.

' To Bucky ' Read the writing of Y/N.

He opened it gently.

'I'm sorry, but I have to go. We weren't suppose to happened. I'm sorry.' It read, leaving him standing him the room confused.

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It's been a year.

A year since Y/N disappeared off the face of the planet.

A year since she left on her mission.

A year since she was supposed to come home,

And kiss him again.

Bucky still lived in the same house but had her stuff locked away in their attic.

Well, originally theirs.

He repainted the house and redecorated everything.

Bucky couldn't bring himself to throw everything away.

Maybe he was holding on to a piece of hope.

Anyway, Bucky now slept in the guess room usually, and go for long walks on the lakeside nearby.

His mind always wandered to when she used to run into the water and they would spend hours chasing each other and splashing around like little kids.

"Bucky, you need to get out of the house." Steve said, yanking off the blanket.

"Go away, Steve." Bucky grumbled, clutching on to his pillow.

"Wanda, Nat and I are going to to the mall." Steve continued, throwing a random jacket in Bucky's closet at him.

Bucky didn't reply but grabbed a tee from the ground and slipped it on.

A silence filled the air.

"Bucky," Steve said, meeting Bucky's blue eyes, "She wouldn't want you like this."

Bucky stared down the hall, "I know..." He whispered, "I just... It just hurts."

Steve sighed and threw him a pair of jeans, "After breakfast, the girls are meeting us at the cafe."