Imagine x female reader (Y/n)
I wrote this when I was like 14 I'm sorry if it's confusing don't expect Brontë
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A very boring, over worded, written-like-a-child, promise-my-writing-is-actually-better-than-this, summary withou...
Everyone had left except for my dad. He was holding my hand tightly as we talked, almost like he was clinging on for dear life, trying to keep me alive and safe. We talked about the new project he was working on, but he seemed to stumble a little between words.
"Dad?" I interrupted his speech.
"Oh sorry, am I rambling on?"
"You alright?" I asked, ignoring him.
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"Always," he said. "It's just — You didn't tell me, but you told Bucky? I thought I was finally getting somewhere, finally connecting with you."
Bucky's POV, late into the night.
I entered the room where Y/n slept with Tony beside her. Still looking up to her face, still holding her hand tightly. "Tony?" He turned and gave me a weak smile. "Do you want me to take over?"
"I can't leave her." He looked over at Y/n again who was peacefully sleeping.
Pepper walked into the room. "Hun?" She spoke making him turn his head once more to the door. "Come on, you need some sleep"
He rose from the chair we was at and kissed y/n on the forehead. "I know she trusts you, so I trust you. Just...take care of her, please."
"Yeah, of course," I replied.
"Thanks Bucky" he smiled and walked out the room with pepper.
I walked over to the bed and sat by her. She looked so beautiful just laying there. I held her hand tightly, never wanting to let go.
A couple hours later.
Tears started to stream down Y/n's face so I tightened my grasp around her hand, whispering her name trying not to freak her out and within a few seconds she jolted up quickly in breathlessness.
"Bucky?" She barely got out, her eyes red and puffy. I rose up from my chair and sat on the bed next to her, holding her tight.
"It's all gonna be okay," I said softly. She gripped onto be tightly too, using me for safety. "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered. I felt a rush of emotions.
I wasn't a stranger to this. This wasn't new, there nothing unfamiliar about the feeling, but I knew saying anything would ruin everything we had before.
She never left my mind, always there; mentally, if not physically. It was incomprehensible. She was my one stable force, my one stability in a world filled with chaos, and I so desperately need that in my life. I was in love with her and I could never tell.
