Bucky Barnes imagines

Only Time Will Tell

WARNINGS:

Slight abuse (if it triggers you, please don't read), slight cursing, angst.

Y/N's POV

I knew from the moment I met Bucky in the briefing room with the Avengers that we had a connection, something stronger than what I had dismissed as only friendship. I tried to ignore it, believing that it was only a stupid lie that kept popping up in my head. But as the months passed, and I got to know him more, I slowly began to realize I was wrong.

I was starting to fall in love with Bucky Barnes.

But there was a complicated piece to my story. I was, in fact, in a long term relationship with my boyfriend Jack. My heart was torn between these two men, neither of them aware of the internal battle I was facing inside of me. But eventually... I realized who my feelings truly belonged to.

And it wasn't the man who I had spent the last three years of my life with.

The guilt weighed me down as I walked up the steps to my shared apartment, knowing that I had to do this. I had to let him go. If there was one thing that I knew I could never do, it was to keep a secret this big from him. I had too much respect for Jack to do that to him.

"Jack?" I called, as I opened the door and came inside. "You home?"

Silence greeted me and I slid my cell phone into my back pocket before walking into the kitchen. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I saw him leaning against the counter, his eyes focused on me. "Damn it, J, you scared me."

"What is this?" He whispered, and held up his phone. A picture of Bucky and I together was on the screen. Bucky was holding me in a tight embrace, my body pushed against his tightly, and his lips pressed against my head.

That was the day after I had received word that my brother had passed away in a car accident. All I had wanted to do was hide in my pain and under layers of blankets, but Bucky convinced me to go out with him to grab a coffee and talk. I was always open with him, and I had relied on him to be there for me.

And so he had been. But I had been completely unaware that someone was taking pictures of us, let alone recognizing our presence in public. So who had taken that picture?

"Jack, that was a month ago." I sighed, and leaned against the counter top across from him. "It was just after my brother died. He wanted to take me out for coffee and to talk."

"I'm sure." Jack scoffed, and I feared that things were about to turn ugly. "That's why he kissed your head?"

"Relationships can't exist without trust." I looked at him calmly. "Why can't you trust that I'm telling the truth?"

"You've been around him a hell of a lot more than you have been with the other Avengers." Jack's light eyes darkened as he put his phone away. "Y/N, what the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing happened!" I snapped. "Why can't you trust that?"

"I don't believe you!" He grabbed a glass that was next to him and threw it at the wall that was feet away from my head. I flinched, as I heard the crystal shards scatter across the floor and as one made a small gash in my cheek. Jack didn't say a word, even as a small trickle of blood made it's way down my skin.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask shakily, my resolve slowly starting to fade away.

"Tell me the fucking truth!" His fists clench and my body freezes. "Are you in love with him?"

"I-" My breath catches in my throat. "What?"

"Are. You. In. Love. With. Him?" He moves closer to me so we are only inches apart.