Bucky Barnes imagines

Moving On Part 2

A/N; Hope y'all like it! :)

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I woke up to the harsh ache of a hangover. Letting out a groan, I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

This wasn't anything new.

I'd just take a few Advil, drink a glass of water, and try to fall asleep for another few hours. It was Saturday, after all.

But this wasn't my room.

My eyes scanned my surroundings, and I sighed as I realized where I was. Bucky's room. The place I called home only a few months ago. All the memories from last night hit me like a brick wall.

My excessive drinking. Dancing with Ryan while Bucky watched. Ryan assaulting me in the alley and finally... Bucky saving me and taking me home.

My heart fluttered as I remembered everything that happened. Where was he now?

Only seconds later, I heard feet pad down the hall, and a moment later, the door opened slowly. His familiar head popped in, and he smiled as he made eye contact. "You're awake."

"Yeah." I winced slightly as my headache started to grow worse as I spoke, and rubbed my temples.

"I brought something for the hangover." Bucky walked over, holding a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of Advil in the other. "And I have a pot of coffee in the kitchen."

"You don't have to do this, you know." I said quietly, as I take two Advil and swallow them with a gulp of water. "I'm not your responsibility."

HIs eyes reflected with hurt, and I immediately regretted my words.

"I know." Bucky said gently, and sat on the edge of my bed. "But I do care about you. And I don't let people I care about get hurt, whether it's by others or themselves."

"I'm not hurting myself." I said defensively, sitting up higher in the bed.

"Drinking every night until you're almost passed out drunk isn't hurting you?" He scoffed, and I flinched at his skeptical gaze. "I beg to differ, doll."

"Why does it matter to you?" I snapped. "I'm not your problem. "

"Stop saying things like that!" Bucky's voice hardened in anger. "You will always matter to me. I don't want you killing yourself!"

"I don't." I pushed my covers off, and got out of the bed. "Otherwise... you wouldn't have let me go... you wouldn't have pushed me away."

"Y/N..." He stood up, and tried to grab my hand, but I quickly moved backwards out of his reach.

"Who the hell was that girl with you anyway?" I scoffed, feeling my eyes pool with tears. "My replacement?"

"No!" The anger in Bucky's voice was replaced with sadness. "You think I could ever replace you?"

"Who is she?" I whispered, my eyes locked on his face. "Please... If it's the last thing you do, just be honest with me."

My eyes scanned over his face. His model-like, stubble covered face. His blue eyes were a mixture of emotions, and I could not understand completely what he was feeling. His lips were slightly parted, but nothing came out.

"You have nothing to say?" I croaked out gently. "Nothing at all?"

"I do." He moved closer and took my hand in his. I tensed, but didn't pull away. "It's... a long story. "

"I have time." My voice was slightly clipped.

"Sit down with me?" His voice was almost weak, and it alarmed me. I had never seen this side of Bucky Barnes before in the six months we had been together.

I nodded, and took a seat next to him on the bed. He let out a small sigh before beginning. "I only did this to protect you, from everything that came with dating me. The risks seemed too high, too plausible to keep you near me in any way. "

"You were telling me about the girl." I interrupted, and he sighed.

"I wanted to know how you were doing, so I had Steve go down to the bar. He saw you drinking, and wave off numbers of guys. But as time went on, you drank more and more, and I knew that at one point, you would be too drunk to tell them no. I wanted you safe, and I wanted you back in my arms more than anything. So... I knew I needed to go and see you myself. But Tony insisted I brought a date, so I took one of his girlfriend's friends. She was... a fan of me, I suppose. But I was not attracted to her in the slightest, not with you to compare. I hated seeing other men give you attention, especially whatever the hell that pricks name was. When I saw that asshole buy you more drinks to get you more drunk, and take you out back, I was beyond jealous at that point." His metal hand clenched into a fist. "I was so damn angry that he wanted to hurt you, that anyone wanted to hurt you. I almost lost control."

"But you didn't." I said softly, and placed my hand on his metal fist. "You saved me, Bucky."

"I can't imagine what I would've done if I hadn't been there in time." His voice was bleak, and his eyes met mine. "I wish we could rewind to two months ago, and changed everything that happened."

"Me too." I whispered, staring down at my hand on top of his. "Me too."

It was silent for a moment before I felt his flesh hand touch my face gently, and tilt my face up to look at him.

"I know I fucked up." Bucky looked almost hesitant as he continued to speak. "And I'm not the man you deserve in your life. But I love you, and I will spend the rest of my life protecting you, whether if it's from HYDRA or fucking perverts in a crowded club. If you don't want to see me again... I understand. But if you will have me back in your life, friends or otherwise, I will gladly stay by your side."

"Buck..." I whispered as I stared up at him, my eyes getting lost staring up into his.

"I don't want to pressure you."

"No... I..." I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing. "I love you too. "
A small smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, and the sadness started to drift away. I leaned forward and connected our lips in a gentle kiss. It was only for a few seconds, but it seemed to wash away everything that had happened in the past few months. All the tears, hang overs, and bad decisions were gone in a flash. I didn't have to follow that path any longer. I had Bucky, and that was all I would ever need.