Bucky Barnes imagines

Until Later...

Y/N POV

The world was on fire.
There was nowhere safe.
Home had disappeared, and now we were here.
Residing in our chaos and destruction.

I had decided to fight.

Injustice wasn't something to be ignored, and I knew that Thanos had to be stopped. I needed to do something...

But Bucky did not want me there. He insisted that I was better elsewhere, hiding outside of Wakanda awaiting orders after Thanos had been defeated. But I knew better. He didn't think I was ready.

"Steve... I think she'd be better else where." Bucky told Steve quietly, as the everyone else dispersed to get ready for battle.

"I'm not deaf, and I disagree." I snapped, as I approached the two soldiers from behind, causing them to whip around. "I've been training hard, and I can do this."

"We need to limit casualties."

"I can defend myself, Winter Soldier!" I was almost shaking with anger.

"I think she's ready, Buck. If you're really so concerned about her, keep an eye on her while we're out there." Steve sighed, glancing wearily at the two of us. "I have a million other things to worry about besides this, so I suggest that you two patch things up before we leave. Excuse me."

With that, Steve exited the room, leaving Bucky and I alone.

"You are such an asshole, Barnes." I shake my head, and walk towards the door.

"You've never fought against-"

"I'm aware I've never fought against Thanos!" I whirl around, my face flushed as I glared at him. "But I'm not new at this, Bucky. I wouldn't go out there if I wasn't ready."

"No." He stepped forward so we're almost chest to chest. "You're going out there because you want to be the hero. "

"I want to go out there to save the people that can't defend themselves!" I cry out, staring up at him. "If Thanos wins, that's it. If he snaps his fingers with all of the stones, people are going to die. I don't want to be called a hero. I want to save people."

"It's not going to help if you're dead in the first five minutes!" His eyes turn stormy with anger, and his left hand clenches in anger. I don't move my gaze from his face.

"I'm glad you have so much faith in my abilities, Mr. Barnes." I whispered, as I feel my anger start to drain. "And I'm glad that we have such a great relationship. I'll tell you what: you stay on your side of the battle field, and I'll stay on mine. Then you don't have to put up with my 'lack of training' anymore."

I turn and leave, but feel his metal hand on my wrist.

"Wait."

"Let go of me." I turn to glare at him.

"But-"

"Now." I gritted my teeth, and his grip relaxed. I pulled away, and stormed out of the room.

My heart ached as I walked away from that man, one that I had grown to have feelings for. Clearly... the feelings weren't reciprocated.

I honestly did not know how today would end. Maybe I would be killed. I didn't know. But one thing that I was sure of was that I wouldn't let some asshole who thought he had the right to take over the world win, and kill millions of people, at least not while I was alive. And no one would stop me, not even Bucky Barnes, the one man who I could claim had captivated me at first sight.

Chaos was far from gone.
Destruction was a familiar word.
What would be left by the end?
Little but our own demise.

Not much time had past before we were ready to meet on the grassy plains near Wakanda's border. I had changed into my own set of armor, and armed myself with my knives and longer sword. I was ready for what awaited me.

But before I could step out to join the others, a cold hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side roughly, and into a small dark closet.

"What the hell?"

"I need you to listen to me." Bucky's voice was low, and I let out a small sigh. "I know I can't stop you from fighting. But I need you to know that I... I don't hate you."

"Oh really?" I snorted. "Because from the way that you've been treating me lately, especially today, I could beg to differ."

A few seconds later, the single light turned on, and Bucky was standing inches away from me.

"I don't." His voice was softer, and my eyebrows knitted into a frown as I looked at him. For the first time in the time that I had known him, I could see something that I had never seen before in his eyes... fear.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked quietly, my anger melting away and being replaced by confusion.

"I'm not afraid."

"I can see it in your eyes." I moved a little closer to him, and my heart skipped a beat as he did the same. "What's going on, James?"

A small smile appeared on his lips. "I like it when you call me that."

"You're avoiding the question."

"I suppose you're right." He let out a shaky laugh, before sighing. "I'm afraid that something's going to happen to you. If it happened... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. "

"Bucky..." I whispered, and moved my hand to cup his cheek gently. He closed his eyes and leaned into my hand.

"It had nothing to do with how qualified you are." His eyes opened softly. "I know how good you are. You are amazing. But I want you safe."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I..." He was silent for a moment. "Because I care about you Y/N. More than anyone I've ever met. Clearly, I was too scared to say anything, and maybe that was my mistake. But I felt that it would've been a mistake to let you go out there and get hurt. So I tried my hardest to stop you. It didn't work."

"James..." I smiled gently as I looked up at him. "I care about you too. But this is part of the job. I know the risks, I know there's a chance I could die today. But if it's to let another person live another twenty years, ten years, or even another day, I would still do it. I don't want to be claimed a hero so everyone can see... but I can't stand and watch. I can't."

"I know." He smiled, as he took my hand and kissed the palm gently. "I love that about you, you know. Your willingness to save others."

"Thanks." I laugh softly before looking him in the eyes. "Can I do one more thing? In case I don't have the chance later?"

"I'm sure you will." His eyes reflected slight pain at the potential reality of my words. "But yes."

I moved my head forward, and pressed my lips against his. Our lips moved in sync for a few moments before I pulled away. "Until later..."

"Until later." He kissed my forehead, before turning off the light and opening the door.

Before us... lay our mission. As much as I wanted to assure Bucky and myself that everything would be okay, it wasn't a guarantee. But I kept reassuring myself that I didn't need to worry... until later.

And now it was time...
Two sides, one battle field.
Perhaps the battle to end it all.
Or the start to a war that would be infinite.

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A/N: Hey y'all! There will be a part 2 just an FYI. But I hope you like this! Sorry for the few days of no posting. I'm getting ready for college so life is crazy! :))

-M