Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 4

Present.

Bucky walked back to the doorway of the front room, looking over (Y/n). She was wearing a pair of leggings and a shirt that was baggy on her, her chest was bound close, probably by a sports bra, and her sneakers were off, on the floor next to the bag she was staring at in a daze.

"You can't stay here," he told her, leaning against the door jamb with a glare. Her eyes looked up to him, a bit hollow looking, and a spike of guilt and anger, at the guilt, hit him.

Those beautiful eyes had haunted him, long after he'd started to distance himself from her; he still thought of her in his intimate moments alone, and he wouldn't say he stalked her on social media; he never went on her page, he just looked at the things about her in Steve's, and saw how her life was changing, keeping up with a friend of a friend, was all, and in the pictures she was tagged in, he always felt the tug that pulled him to her, that attraction that made him wish she wasn't crazy.

"Ok," she agreed softly. "Can I- can I use your couch... to call a cab? I just need to call a cab- I'll leave, I'll figure something out..."

Bucky felt sympathy wash through him and straightened. "Fine," he told her, turning and walking away so he didn't have to feel the irritating emotions flowing through him, walking to the kitchen and pulling out a can of cat food and taking it through the open door to the back where he had been sitting peacefully not two hours ago, before she had showed up. He opened the can of food and set it down for the stray cats he fed. They were out here in the wild, lost to humanity, doing the best they could, just like him, and he felt they had built a camaraderie.

(Y/n) had pulled out her phone again, looking down at it. She needed to find the number for a taxi service that was still running, wasn't it past midnight, now? She swiped to unlock her phone and saw the picture of her and Jason that she had set as her background.

Pain filled her heart.

He was the first man she'd ever been in a serious relationship with, her first, and only, sexual experience, but he was enough to show her that all of those romance novels she'd read were lying; sex wasn't really that good. They'd tried different positions and things, so it wasn't like she was basing it off of one experience, but it had all been boring.

The image of Jason plowing into that strange woman on his kitchen table flashed in her mind and tears burst through her eyes. She'd told him once that she thought it would be sexy to try doing it there, and he had called her disgusting, saying that that's where they ate.

Tears were running down her cheeks and chest, now, as the whole day's events washed through her again; that asshole thinking he had the right to touch and try to grope her, just because she worked at the gym he paid a membership to, Jason, hip deep in some woman on the table, her making noises that were like she'd never made during sex; he must be right, she must be bad at it, the argument that had followed, and finally getting home to see she had no home.

Then, the whipped cream on the sunday; ending up at Bucky Barnes's house, seeing him after these few years, he had grown, gotten even more amazingly sexy and handsome- they really needed to put a limit on how it was possible for a person to look so good.

All of her high school feelings were instantly rekindled, burning in her belly with a need she hadn't felt, maybe ever, and she wanted to forget that he was an asshole, that he liked to play tricks on plain, fat girls to destroy them emotionally for fun, and jump into his arms and kiss him, and give sex another shot while she was at it.

The cherry on top of the whole mess was that she was being kicked out, so she really had nowhere to go, except the shelter.

Were they still open? Should she sleep out in a field around here and then try to go in the morning?