Marvel Imagines

Playfighting | Bucky

"Good morning, (Y/N)." Bucky came into the kitchen, looking at me pointedly.

"Good morning, Bucky," I returned, raising my brows. I tried to keep my face straight, but I couldn't stop a smile from slipping onto my face. I caught a grin on Bucky's face, too, as he turned to open the fridge.

"You slept well last night, I'm assuming?" Bucky spoke up, glancing my way before looking back into the fridge. "Your hair..." He trailed off, and a full smile broke out onto my face. So we're starting off this morning like this, huh?

"Well, you know, I thought I'd come down and enjoy my breakfast before getting fully ready; I got fully dressed, at least. Your outfit, on the other hand..." Just as he had, I didn't say anything and just alluded to a joking insult. Bucky scoffed and turned away from the fridge, choosing instead to grab an apple. 

"What's wrong with my outfit?" He asked, feigning being hurt by my comment. He winked, and I smiled. 

"Nothing, nothing," I assured him, bringing my mug of tea to my mouth. "It's just... an interesting choice." Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I, uh, took a leaf out of your book." He looked at my outfit, hoisting himself up to sit on the kitchen counter and twisting the stem off his apple. 

"And what's wrong with my outfit?" I asked, pretending to be indignant. I could see him holding back a laugh as he said,

"You look like you do slam poetry at an indie bar." I laughed as I straightened my black, flowered button-up shirt.

"You look like Chewbacca," I retorted, pointing to his mop of hair that had, frankly, grown to be a little out of hand. He guffawed at that, his shoulder shaking and his hair shaking with him.

"Thank you," He said through his laugher, "I'll take that as a compliment." I just smiled, shaking my head as I kept reading the magazine in front of me. I didn't say anything aloud, but internally, I marveled at our conversation. 

Two years ago, I would have never imagined that we could interact so amicably like this. It had taken Bucky so long to open up to me once he'd taken up semi-permanent residency in the tower. He used to be so quiet and so reserved, but he intrigued me. It took a while, but he eventually opened up to me, and I to him. What resulted from years of gaining each other's trust was a long-standing, loving relationship, built on time, and trust, and sarcasm and fake insults. It was truly wonderful.

"So, Ms. Slam Poetry," Bucky addressed me, pulling me out of my thoughts, "No more insults for me?" I shrugged, inevitably smiling again.

"It's your turn," I reminded him, "I got the last laugh by calling you a Wookie."

"You did no such thing," He responded, "You don't get the last laugh until the conversation is over." I raised my eyebrows, regarding him with a smile.

"Well then, you'd better come up with a good one soon," I warned, "Because I'm almost done reading this article, and then I'll be leaving the kitchen." Bucky narrowed his eyes.

"You weren't going to leave, were you? You're just saying that, you were all settled in before I walked in here and made fun of your shirt." I picked up the magazine, slowly shutting it.

"Oh, what do I see here?" I jokingly asked, putting it down on the counter. "The magazine is closed, and I'm- oh, I'm standing up-" I continued to narrate what I was doing, just to mess with Bucky.

"Oh, and now I'm taking a step, and another step, and I'm almost out of the kitchen! It looks... it looks like Bucky is going to lose this battle, ladies and gentleman!" Bucky was chuckling as I kept going. 

"You can hear the crowd going wild as (Y/N) takes her first step out of the kitchen! Bucky only has one more chance to say something, will he make it-?" Bucky threw up his hands, sliding off the countertop.

"I surrender," He began, and I started cheering  before he could finish, taking my second step out into the hallway.

"And the crowd goes wild! (Y/N) wins this morning's insult competition! Tune in again tomorrow for the show- listen to that crowd!" I jumped up and down in the doorway before running back into the kitchen, whisper-yelling like a roaring crowd at a baseball game. I slid with my socks over the polished tile, waving my arms and generally making myself look ridiculous. But I didn't mind, because Bucky was belly-laughing watching me make a fool out of myself. I paraded over closer to him, and as soon as I was in reach, Bucky leaned over and wrapped his arms around me, trapping me between two strong arms. 

"You may have won this battle," He said in a mock-serious voice, "But this war has only begun." I could practically hear the grin in his voice. I shimmied out from his loosening grip and sock-slid my way toward the doorway.

"You're on," I promised, "You'd better stay on your toes, Bucky." Immediately, he got up on his tiptoes and began stalking toward me. 

"I'll be on my toes, alright," He promised, trying to keep a straight face as he crossed the kitchen tiles, "And I'll hit you when you least expect it!" I just laughed, watching him try to stay on his toes.

"Whatever you say, old man," I joked, "You'll never catch me!" I ran from the doorway and heard Bucky yell,

"Hey!" I heard the full force of his feet hit the floor, and he came thundering down the hallway after me.

"You'll never get me alive!" I yelled, running as fast as I could. And though I was fast, I wasn't as fast as a ripped super soldier. I made it to the living room without him reaching me, but I had hit a dead end. 

"You've trapped yourself," I heard his voice say from the doorway. "What to do, what to do?" I turned around, shuffling back and forth, never staying in once place. Bucky stayed posted by the door, blocking my only exit. I tried to make a break for the door, but just like in the kitchen, Bucky caught me before I could get away.

"You're not getting away from me this time," He said, pulling my back into his chest. I squirmed, trying to get away, which only resulted in us falling on the couch. It was a surprisingly gentle landing- I was hoping the impact would have made Bucky let go, but he held on tight.

"I said you weren't going anywhere," Bucky reminded me, "You're mine, now." I stopped shuffling, deciding to play his game.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad," I commented, and he chuckled. 

"Maybe it won't be. Maybe it'll be fun, even."

"You're stuck with me now, but who knows?" I asked, playing along. "You might even get a relationship out of it." Bucky let me go, but I didn't run this time. I turned around, rolling over to lightly peck his cheek. 

"That was fun," I commented in the wake of his silence. 

"It was," He agreed. I looked over to see him looking at me, smiling softly.

"I love you, you know that?" He asked me, and I smiled brightly.

"I know," I said, "And I love you, too."