Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 14

Bucky watched (Y/n) cooking pancakes, sparing a moment to flip bacon or move the eggs around.

"So, my friend... My date, god, it sounds so weird to say that, anyway, he wanted to come out here to pick me up, but I didn't want to give him the address without asking you. It's your house, your safe haven; I'm sure it's bad enough that I've invaded it," she rambled a bit.

Bucky's brow pinched as he watched her back. "I guess."

"I don't want to if you're not ok with it. I won't give it to him if you don't want me to. I can meet him wherever just as easily," she assured him.

Bucky didn't like the thought of her going out with this other man, but he knew he shouldn't do anything to stop her; she needed to do her own thing and leave so that he could go back to not dreaming about her every waking moment that wasn't filled with his broken mind reminding him just how broken he was.

He suddenly wanted to meet this other man, see what it was about him that was so special, make sure he wouldn't hurt her like the last asshole had...

"Yeah, it's fine. I have some errands I have to run in town later, but I'll be back before you have to leave, I'm sure," he told her.

They passed the day normally, sitting on the couch together and watching movies, with Bucky leaving for his errands and coming back in time for a late lunch.

After lunch, they were back to watching movies and enjoying each other's company. Neither were on their phones, and when (Y/n) looked down at hers to check the time, she realized that the battery charge was a lot higher than it had been at this time since she'd come here. Of course, she'd been spending so much time every day looking for jobs or places to stay, that it had drained her battery.

She realized that she hadn't looked for apartments in a long time, and she bit her lip, wondering if it was because she had lost her job, or because she had gotten so comfortable here.

Bucky's hand touched her shoulder and she looked up at him. "You ok?"

She smiled at him and checked the time again. "Just thinking I'd go get a shower and get ready for my date; he's going to be here in a couple of hours.

Bucky nodded to her, and she stood, making her way upstairs.

After showering and getting dressed in the shirt and skirt she'd worn for her interview the day before, smiling and managing a french braid that looked really good before she headed downstairs.

Bucky was still sitting on the couch, but he seemed a bit more sullen, now.

She sat next to him, checking her phone; Lance would be there in about half an hour.

Bucky's silence was sullen and a bit distant, like it had been when she'd first arrived, noticing how things were so different, now. Usually anyway.

She wondered what had happened in the time it had taken for her to shower and get ready that had broken his mood, but he did not look like he was in the mood to talk about it.

She stood and moved in front of him.

Bucky looked up at her, meeting her eyes in question.

"I don't have makeup, but... Do I look ok?" She managed not to bite her lip as he studied her face.

"You've never needed makeup," he told her.

(Y/n) flushed a little. "Yeah, I know I've never worn it, but I mean, do I look ok without it?"