Avengers Imagines and Preferences

False Alarm // Bucky Barnes

You are sleeping peacefully. That is, until you hear the ear-splitting sounds of gunshots and screams emanating from the common room, and after a few seconds it all falls dead silent.

You fly out of bed and turn to your nightstand, pulling out your pistol. Whoever is out there had better be ready for a fight. You make your way slowly to your door and fling it open, pointing your gun at the intruder. Instead, you find Bucky standing in the living room, wrapped in a big blue blanket with fuzzy socks. His tired, squinty eyes are giving the TV a death glare. When he turns to you and sees the pistol pointed at his brain, his eyes aren't so squinty anymore. 

"Y/N, can we at least talk about this?" he asks. You lower your gun and walk toward him, then you smack him upside the head. "Ow..."

"What the heck did you do Buck?" you demanded.

"I-I turned on the TV and it was still playing Taken from last night. I didn't realize the volume was still so high. I'm sorry Y/N," he apologized quietly, effectively making you feel terrible about hitting him.

"Well, I kinda did overreact," you sighed.

"You're an Avenger, that's how you're supposed to react," he smiled. Ugh, he is too kind.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," you mumbled, biting your lip.

"It's fine Doll, you wanna watch something that doesn't make you want to kill me?" he teased.

"I'd like that."