Bucky Barnes X Reader One-shots

Slow Dance Part 2

You're welcome for that musical masterpiece <3 (full credit to the magician that created it)

I'm sorry I haven't been keeping on top of your requests, so much so that I've forgotten the details of some of them :/ Hopefully this is what you guys wanted :)

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"WHOEVER ATE THE LAST OREOS WILL SUFFER A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!" you nervously wipe around your mouth. Sam sure could be over-dramatic when he wanted to be.

"FOR GOD'S SAKES SAM  SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR DAMN OREOS!" you could hear Steve shouting from one of the floors above you. 

You were foolish to think you could get a moments rest in this place.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a gentle knock at your door, obediently you got off your bed and opened it.  

"Hey doll. I've remembered more." a groggy-looking Bucky shuffles on the balls of his feet. You gesture for him to come in and he flings himself onto your beanbag.

"Tell me all about it." you lay on your bed, head in your hands. Bucky's memories were gradually returning to him but only in fragments. Some were good, others were less so. 

Needless to say no-matter what he remembered you would always be on hand to lend an ear. 

You were his girlfriend for 70 years after all.

"A few months before I got drafted you came round my place. There were seven books stacked on a worn table, one was open on a page that was entitled 'the world's best fudge'." Bucky stared off into the distance as he concentrated on every small detail. He told you once before that if he didn't set the scene perfectly he thought he would forget again.

You had no idea whether this was true.

"You were wearing that nice baby-blue dress your mama gave you after you landed that job as manager and you smelt of that perfume you only wore to  parties and social gatherings, but for some reason you wore it that day with just the two of us. Not that I minded cos it smelt so good." a strange force compelled you to get up and sit next to Bucky, your head finding its way into his lap.

"We spent the entire evening dancing and relaxing in each others company, telling each other our deepest insecurities and our wildest dreams. I remember that you admitted just before you left that you-"

"I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T EAT YOUR GOD-DAMN COOKIES!" you sigh as you hear Tony's screams and a loud smash shortly after. You had just pictured the scene in your head and that buffoon just had to shatter it.

"-Anyway. You said that you couldn't imagine living without me, and then you pecked my cheek before walking off. I made sure to stay at the door frame until you were out of sight, just in case." Bucky's hand traced circles on your back and you sighed in contentment. 

You two stayed like that for a while, ignoring the war that was raging outside.

"Is that why you volunteered?" Bucky's voice croaked, his hand was removed from your back and it suddenly felt like there was a great distance between you.

"Yeah. I couldn't bare the fact that they said you were dead. 'Missing in action' they ever-so skillfully called it. But without your body as proof I just didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it." you sat up and your breathing became more laboured, thoughts and emotions from those dark times flashed through your head.

"I began asking questions but no-one had any answers, or at least that's what they told me. That was until word got out to HYDRA of my curiosity and well, you know the rest." at some point during your speech Bucky had wrapped his arm around you.

"I do. And I can promise you that although it was incredibly stupid to volunteer for those tests I don't know what I would be doing  here without you. So in a way your stupidity payed off." with a gasp you shoved him playfully.

"Jerk. Come on, let's dance!" you gained a sudden burst of energy and rushed over to your speaker. 

With a cheeky grin on your face you selected 'Mambo No.5' and with a huge grin on your face you busted some seriously awe-inspiring moves while Bucky looked on with a look of shock, horror, disgust and just a hint of amusement.

"I really should be filming this, luckily for you I still don't know how to operate a camera." he strolled over to the speaker and paused the song before beginning to select another.

"Hey! That's very rude and- HEY!-" you run over to Bucky and try to prize your Ipod from his fingers.

"Wow (y/n), I never knew that you had such an interesting music taste!" you blushed as Bucky emphasised the word interesting for all the wrong reasons. 

"Thomas the Tank Engine vs.Panic! At The Disco (Mashup)? Isn't one of those a children's show?" it was no use. You were helpless against the supersolider. 

"Hey. Don't knock it until you've tried it. Now, are we dancing or not?"

"(Y/N) YOU LITTLE- I SWEAR THAT IF YOU. YOU BETTER NOT- Um. Just don't EVER eat my oreos again. Capiche?" you were sure that Sam was going to give you a proper scolding but he couldn't even form a full sentence.

 Maybe because your ex-assassin boyfriend was standing protectively behind you, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

Or maybe because that wonderful mashup was blaring out for the whole world to hear. 

"I'll take that as a no. You owe me a dance Barnes!" you push past a bewildered Sam and a flustered Steve and exit your room.

"AND YOU OWE ME AT LEAST 10 PACKS OF OREOS! Ouch!" you giggle as you walk down the corridor.

The future sure was strange.