Avengers Imagines/One shots/Preferences (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Bucky Barnes x Reader | Weapon | Part 2

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: None?

Backstory: You arrive in Bucharest Romania with the mysterious man that had saved your life the night before. You get to understand more of the situation and change your life for the better.

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You both exited the cold forrest and were greeted by a single road. You followed his steps as you both walked on the thick asphalt. Your eyes struggled to stay open as your sleep deprived body stumbled all over the place. The man ended up lugging your body along through the night. After what felt like years, lights in the distance managed to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.

"We are almost here." The brunette said softly. You forced your legs to move just a little longer, until you reached wherever you were staying.

The man opened up a door, leading into a small, rundown apartment room.

"It's not much but... it'll do." Your tired eyes scanned the dark room. There was a double mattress on the ground, newspapers over the windows and cracked walls. The man set you gently down onto the mattress and your winced at the lingering pain in your leg.

"Try and get some rest." You could tell his voice was tired. You decided not to argue and did as told, not caring to if he would murder you in your sleep.

Your head pounded and your vision was blurry. You blinked hard, trying to clear the cloudiness in your eyes. There was a figure in the corner of the room, a man? Where were you? Once the white cleared, you recognised the man. The man from last night. He was eating a protein bar and staring at one of the newspapers on the windows. He was not wearing combat wear like last night, he wore casual clothes, a snapback and a heavy jacket. His face was even more beautiful than before. Now that the face paint was gone, his beautiful blue eyes sparkled like diamonds.

"Are you hungry?" The man said as you sat up. You nodded slowly, still in pain. He grabbed a cup of noodles from the small microwave and handed it to you.

"Where are we?"

"Bucharest, Romania." You tried to recollect yesterdays events. Your leg. It hurt but, much less than you remembered. You looked down and saw that the bandage that had soaked through again last night, was cleaned and replaced. You lifted up the wrapping and peeked at the hole in your leg. A nice pink scar was dented into your skin. Good to know that you were healing.

"Thank you, for... this. Everything." You said putting down your empty cup of noodles. He didn't reply and just reached for a plastic bag on the counter.

"I bought you some clothes. We need to blend in if we're going to leave the house." You peered at your current clothes that had many bloody stains on it and nodded at his statement.

"There's a bathroom down the hall." He pointed to the dark room at the end of the hallway next to the entrance and you hobbled into the room.

You pulled out the clothes he had bought. A long-sleeved shirt, a sweater, some tight sweat pants, socks, sneakers a beanie and an extra jacket. The tags were still attached to the items; he had actually spent quite a deal of money on it all which surprised you because of the state of the house and lack of food. You were really grateful for it though. You stripped out of your clothes, only now realising that he had not only tended to the wound on your thigh, but many other cuts, grazes and wounds scattered all over your body. You blushed when you realised that some where in more private areas, understanding that he would've taken off your clothes to clean the wounds. Still, you were grateful for it nonetheless. Your face had a few scratches on your face which might make you look a little suspicious so you applied some ointment to your face that you found lying on the basin. You got dressed in your new clothes and walked out of the room looking a lot more presentable to the public.