Bucky Barnes: Tony Starks daughter

10 - has what always been blue?

"Y/n?" I hear a voice call. "It's me...It's Bucky"

"Bucky?" I whispered, opening my eyes slightly to see Bucky and Steve's faces.

"I thought you were dead," he said, tears welling in his eyes. It felt like a dream just looking into them, piecing blue like the sky of New York on a clear day. They looked as though they were glowing with an orange and yellow luminosity, it must have been a dream.

"Buck, we need to go," Steve insisted.

"What happened?" I asked, still trying to bare my senses, "And why is it so hot?"

"The buildings on fire," Steve explained.

"What?" I uttered, my eyebrows knitting together. Bucky offered a hand, pulling me up into a seated position. Looking around, I could just about remember and connect the dots, realising what was happening or has happened.

I took the wire out of my arm, though unlike movies it didn't come out with ease, it felt as though I was pulling out the veins within me, as well as that, a warm unknown substance splattered up at my face.

"Why is it blue? Has it always been blue?" He questioned, his hands wrapped around my arm, his thumbs soothing over my bruises.

"Why has what always been blue?"

"Your blood. It's dark blue, like Steve blue, deep deep ocean blue, 9pm New York sky blue." He looked at me for answers but I had non, "It doesn't matter, we can check it out later," Bucky said, reaching under my knees and picking me up bridal style.

He followed Steve out the door, then down a long hallway, opening up to some sort of large factory. The pathway we were running down came to a halt, causing the two of them to slow down. I got down from Bucky's arms and looked down over the drop; it was way too high of a drop, even without the flames, falling would unfortunately not kill me due to my abilities, I'd probably just break my legs, or paralyse myself for life.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't slightly want to walk a little too far off the edge, 'a long walk on a short pier' I'd heard my father say it to Bruce after an insult.

"We're gonna have to jump," Steve insisted, stepping back to get more distance then making the jump perfectly to the other side of the path.

Maybe it was the weight of Steve or even the winds direction, the path gave way, making the gap at least 20ft, something that clearly neither me nor him would be able to do. Bucky's eyes shifted between me and the drop.

"You first?" I asked, weakly chuckling.

His eyebrows knotted together further if that was even possible. He gulped, "but—"

"We don't have time Bucky, please just...please."

The next thing I knew, his hand was cupping my face, and I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his lips to mine, nearly knocking all the wind from my lungs.

It was a kiss I'd been longing for years, yet I was somehow completely unprepared. You'd think that after all the hours I'd spent with Bucky — watching him talk, laugh, frown — I would know all there was to know about his lips. Of course I'd imagined this moment countless times, when we'd look into each other eyes while talking about insignificant things or watching the newest season of my favourite show while he tried to understand what was going on. Gaze lingering. Eyes flickering down to each others lips.

I hadn't ever thought about how warm they would feel pressed up against my own. This was my first kiss ever and it couldn't have been anymore perfect.

"I had to do that, at least once." He rested his forehead against mine, "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Buck."

"Your nose is bleeding," he chuckled, wiping it with what felt like a handkerchief.

I just couldn't bare to take my gaze off his, I was deep in his piecing blue eyes, to mesmerised to care.

"There's clearly a lot we need to catch up on when we get back," Steve interrupted, his voice way too close than where I expected him to be.

"Steve?" We both turned towards Steve who was just behind us. "How did you—"

"Y/n. You just did that."