Marvel Imagines & Preferences *Under editing*

bucky barnes

It was a normal day around the Avenger Tower. You know, the usual gym training, lounging around stuff. That is, until you heard a very loud argument coming from the main room. Moreover, a very pissed off assasin, a even more pissed off Tony screaming at him, and Steve in the middle of it all.

You, Natasha, and Clint all came jogging in to see what your idiot brother and boyfriend were fighting about this time.

"For the last time, Tony, it wasn't his fault!" Steve snaps at your brother. Tony scoffs.

"He still killed them!" Tony lashes back.

"Who killed who?" Natasha asks as you come up. You look to Bucky as his eyes cloud with guilt. Tony clears his throat and you see him dart his eyes from Steve to you.

"Tony?" you ask, "what's going on?" Your brother rolls his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe ask your boyfriend over here," he snaps, "after all, it was him who killed our parents."

Your eyes widen, and soon does everyone's in the whole room.

"What?" you gasp quietly, your voice barely even a whisper. You look at Bucky, his head hanging low.

"Bucky," you say in a low tone, "tell me he's lying." He doesn't say anything as the team walks out suddenly, leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Bucky," he looks up at you, "you know you can tell me anything."

"It was a long time ago, (y/n)," he says, "I barley remember."

"You're lying," You growl.

"(y/n), I'm not ly-"

"Yes, you are," you snap, "now just answer my question. Did you murder my parents?" Bucky looks up at you.

"I told you, it was a long time ago, and I don't remember-"

"Bucky I was 14 when my parents died," you say, "the cops said they got into a car crash. I didn't belive them." You look into his ocean blue eyes, "I need to know if their death was really a accident, or if they were murdered."

He looks at the ground, and something snapped inside you.

"God danggit James!" you shout, "Just tell me already!"

"Fine!" He shouts back, "I did. I killed your parents! Are you happy?"

You take a step back and then his eyes widen.

"(y/n), I, listen to me-"

"Don't say another word," you choke out.

"(y/n) please-"

"No James! Just, I need to be alone." Walking off, you slam your bedroom door shut.

As tears slide down your cheeks, you climb onto your bed.

What did you just do.

-

It was almost a week after you learned Bucky murdered your parents. Somehow, Steve managed to get it through Tony's skull that it wasn't really Bucky who killed them, so they were cool. You, on the other hand, had stayed locked up in your room. You barley ate or drank, and slept all the time. Bucky hadn't come to check on you once, but you didn't care.

Bucky was terrified.

Not just of what he did, but of the pain he caused you.

"I'm worried about (y/n)," Bucky said to Steve one afternoon. His friend sighed.

"Buck, she's taking it hard. She's spent the past 12 years telling herself her parents death was a accident. She'll come through."

"Steve she's not even talking to Tony. This isn't like her. Not this long."

"Then go talk to her."

"Are you crazy? I don't know if you knew this but she's a assasin who is very pissed off. At me. So talking to her is a death wish."

But, he, finally, he took Steve's advice and went to talk to you.

It was almost 3 am when you snuck out of your room for a snack. Little did you know, Bucky was waiting in the kitchen for you to arrive. You pulled open the refrigerator door and grabbed a bowl of strawberries. When you saw the shadow of the man, you almost let out a scream.

"(y/n), it's just me," Bucky said as he stepped out into the light. You saod nothing and turned around.

"We need to talk," he said, grabbing your arm and turning you around.

"Well I don't want to talk," you snarl, "So if you want to keep that metal arm I suggest you let me go." You tug your arm away but he doesn't let go.

"(y/n) please," Bucky begs.

You look into the ocean blue eyes you fell in love with.

"I don't blame you for my parents death, if that's what you're thinking," you snap.

"Then why do you keep pulling away from me?" he asks.

"Because I want to know why you did it."

Bucky scoffs.

"(y/n) what kind of question is that? You know I didn't have a choice!"

"Not about that! About not telling me before hand."

"Because I was ashamed, (y/n), and scared. Of losing you and everything that matters to me."

"Do you really think that would happen after all we've been through?" Tears start to slip down you cheeks.

"You tell me. How am I supposed to live along side you and your brother and know I destroyed your lives? And look you in the eye after all I've done!"

"Bucky listen to yourself!" you cry, "You know Tony, you know me! You know they would forgive you! That's who we-"

"This isn't just about you, this is about me! I've already destroyed dozens of families before. That is hard enough. But know I destroyed yours, I didn't know how I could live, with that."

"You come to me Bucky and you lean on me! And you trust me! We have to stop hiding things from each other! The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know we do things together."

Tears are now pouring down your face.

"I just, I want my Bucky back."

Suddenly, he pulls you into a hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I'm so sorry." You rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"It's not your fault."

-

Before anyone asks yes that is from ouat and no I do not watch it anymore I would change it but again, I'm too lazy. It's 12 am and I've spent a hour editing these imagines.