Avengers Seven Minutes in Heaven

A toy soldier

A plastic toy soldier. You immediately knew who this represented and in all honesty, you didn't know how this would end. Sure, you knew that nothing Bucky had done was his fault but you still couldn't stop the sinking feeling that he would snap and hurt you while you were in the closet. And it didn't help that you had a slight crush on him resulting in you doing a complete Google search on the World War Two veteran.

You sent Tony a look, clearly unamused. "Seriously Tony? You couldn't have used anything else to represent him?" Tony shrugged before rushing off to get the soldier, leaving you awkwardly standing by the closet door. Bucky seemed confused as to what he was doing, he hadn't gotten all of his memories back just yet. "Tony, don't force him." Tony just blew you off.

"Relax, Y/N. I know what I'm doing." You looked to Bucky who just looked confused.

"But that doesn't mean we do." You mumbled. With a sigh, you walked into the closet with Bucky trailing behind. The two of you stood in the closet for a minute, looking over what you could do, before Bucky said something that took you by surprise.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you or anything so. . ." It was so thoughtful that you just stared at him in bewilderment for a second. The man that stopped at nothing to take down Nazis with his best friend didn't want to hurt one girl. It was. . . cute to say the least. "If you want we can just talk." He offered, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, sure, talking's good." You agreed. The two of you sat down next to each other. "What do you want to talk about?" Bucky shrugged. So the two of you sat in silence for a bit. "You were quite the solider back then." You complimented. Bucky turned to you. "Oh, was I not supposed to say that?" Bucky shook his head slightly.

"No. No, it's- it's fine." He mumbled. "No one's ever complimented my fighting before." You nodded slightly. "Thank you." You smiled.

"Don't mention it." You turned to look into his beautiful blue eyes and could see the years of hurt and torture hidden behind what he was trying to rebuild. With a faint smile, you brushed some of his soft brown hair behind his ear. Before you knew it, you were leaning in closer and closer until your lips captured his in a kiss. Bucky kissed back before pulling away, he didn't want to hurt you.

"Y/N." He said softly. "I don't want to hurt you." You smiled at him as you ran your hand through his hair.

"I know. But you won't." You reassured him before leaning in and kissing him again. As much as he didn't want to, Bucky kissed you back. His flesh hand made its way to your hair, turning it into a tangled mess, his metal hand stayed at his side. "See, that wasn't so bad." You told him as you pulled away. Bucky sighed softly, keeping his hand in you hair as he tried smoothing it out.

"No, I guess not." He agreed. The smile on your face never fell. "Maybe. . ." He drifted off, raising your suspicion. "Maybe we can do this more often?" You smirked, flipping over so you could straddle him.

"Is the suave James Buchanan Barnes asking me out on a date?" You questioned. Bucky's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Your smirk grew. "He is, isn't he?" You giggled before kissing him again. "Of course I'll go out on a date with you, you big teddy bear." Bucky smiled one of those smiles that you couldn't help but admire. You leaned in for another kiss which, of course, is when Tony decided to open the door. The billionaire let out a wolf whistle to which you both started blushing.

The two of you got out of the closet and over to where you were sitting earlier. Steve seemed oddly proud of his best friend but it was probably about the fact that Bucky was able to get back into the swing of things after what happened to him. You smiled at how the two acted around each other, loving how much they cared for each other. But that wasn't the only reason you were smiling.

You were smiling because you couldn't wait for your date with Bucky.