➢ marvel imagines

➣ bucky barnes

reunited in wakanda

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You heard talk of a "White Wolf" on the ship; Steve seemed pretty happy when Natasha mentioned the name. But of course you hadn't been to Wakanda in a very long time, in fact you can't remember the last time you were there. All you remember is hearing something about Bucky being there after you left him in cryogenic storage; honestly, you were trying not to get your hopes up, as there was a 50/50 chance of Bucky actually being there, moving and speaking. 

All of you knew what was coming, you knew it was going to end in death and destruction, you knew you'd have to lay down your life for the battle, something you were very willing to do. Ever since the "Civil War" - as the group code-named it - things hadn't been the same in your relationships. There was still tension in the group, especially between Steve and Tony. You hadn't seen Bucky in nearly 3 years, the man you loved stayed frozen until he felt comfortable enough to come out. You figured he'd have the Winter Soldier stuff under control by now, but nobody had talked about his current state in 3 years.

You blew out a big breath when the ship doors opened, gun on your belt and tensions still high by the time you reached the bottom of the doorway. "Should we bow?" Bruce asked innocently, still pulling on his jacket as he looked towards the ground, embarrassed of the question.

"He's a king." You said, smirking and rolling your eyes just to fuck with him. Apparently, he didn't get the joke - as soon as Steve stopped hugging T'Challa, Bruce did a tiny bow with his back, looking up and around at the rest of the crew, wondering why they weren't doing the same. 

"Please, please. We don't do that here." T'Challa put up his arms in fake defense and gave him a small smile, causing Bruce's face to go red and shoot you a small glare. You just laughed it off and hugged T'Challa, giving him your best smile before pulling away and looking around nonchalantly, searching for Bucky.

"Anyone call for a semi-stable 100 year old man?" Bucky asked, almost reading your thoughts as you looked at the man in front of you, trying to resist smiling like a total idiot. His hair was longer and his beard was scruffier, a new metal arm replacing his missing left. Quickly, he hugged Steve before turning his attention towards you, his face softening and his eyes blowing wide once he made eye contact with you. "(Y/n)." He breathed, half-jogging up to you and wrapping you in a big hug; you hesitated a bit but you wrapped your arms around his torso, breathing in his scent.

"Bucky." You whispered, causing him to smile against your neck, burying himself in the fabric of your shirt.

"I've missed you... thought about you every day..." He whispered, kissing the skin of your shoulder gently and hugging you tighter against his chest. You smiled and tried to hide the tears forming in your eyes, knowing you'd broken your vow not to cry already. Ever since Bucky left, your sensitive side left as well, causing the rest of the team to always ask if you were okay. Eventually they just stopped asking, and you stopped caring; the instant you saw him standing there you knew everything would come flooding back.

"I've missed you too, Bucky." You breathed, pulling away from the hug and cupping his face in your hands and smiling widely at him. He pressed your foreheads together before Steve awkwardly cleared his throat, smiling a bit at the both of you.

Quickly, you both pulled away out of a force of habit; you just smiled at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. He noticed the gun on your belt and smiled, realizing it was the gun he gave you while you were training with each other.

"So where's the battle?" You asked, turning your attention away from Bucky for a second and towards T'Challa.

"The battle's coming here." He nodded, his warriors beginning to come out of the building behind you, causing you to smile. This was battle you were definitely going to win with this multitude of firepower. 

Right?

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this is actual shit i'm sorry