When The Light Comes | Bucky x Reader

~17~

Things were really looking up over the course of the following weeks. Your training with Steve and Nat continued to progress, and on top of that, you were hitting the range with Bucky at least once a week. The look of pride on his face when you were shooting targets beside each other made your skin tingle gently. You were fitting in wonderfully, as a valuable part of the team. It was slow in regards to missions. The information you had gathered from the base was encrypted, and Tony and Natasha were both working hard to piece together the intel. Outside of missions you were always progressing, getting stronger, constantly learning. Bucky had even promised that you would be starting training with knives very soon. When you weren't training or shooting big guns, you were with your friends. Wanda had warmed up to Bucky, and often you would cook dinner and watch a movie together. Steve would tag along most of the time. He kept close tabs on you. Even though he trusted Bucky as much as you did, he worried about you more than you knew. 

You were having a lazy Sunday morning, as Steve had pushed your training to the afternoon. It was well past 11 when you woke up, the perfect picture of someone who had the best night sleep. Your hair was frizzy and 
stuck up awkwardly, your face streaked with mascara and bedwrinkles. You stumbled your way to the kitchenette on your floor, brewing yourself a coffee from the Keurig machine. You let out a lazy yawn, picking up your mug to go sit on the couch when you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the table, his hands folded on the table in front of him. You changed your destination to sit across from him, a smile stretching across your face. 

"How did I miss you?" You laughed, and he mirrored your smile, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand with his right one. 

"I have something for you," he pulled his hand back and lifted a slender box off his lap, pushing it across the table for you to open. The top of the box was secured with a sloppy burlap bow that made your heart smile. You unravelled the ribbon and let out a gasp when you lifted the lid, running around the table to give him a hug. 

"They're beautiful!" You beamed, pulling one of the two pistols from the box. Your pistols. They were semi-automatic Browning Hi Powers with a wood detail on the grip. It fit perfectly in the palm of your delicate hands. Bucky watched you intently, smiling at your excitement. 

"I hope they're what you were wanting." He looked down at his hands and then back up into your eyes. 

"They are exactly what I was wanting," you said breathlessly, setting it back into its box before sitting down to finish your coffee. 

*time lapse brought to you by you kicking cap's ass in training*

Everybody was gathering in the lounge that evening. You went and had a short visit before retiring to your room for the night, taking a glass and a bottle of wine with you. It was this very date 5 years ago now that you had left your home, and you just simply felt like being alone was  the best thing. 

The only other thing you took from your apartment when you grabbed your sweatpants was a small box, which you pulled out of your underwear drawer the moment you got back to you room. It was a thin rectangle box made out of a sturdy oak. It was a secret box, with no visible lines or hinges, so that nobody could get into it but you. Pouring yourself a glass of wine you sat on the floor against the foot of your bed before opening the box, staring at the contents. There were pictures of you and your family, a small pressed daisy you'd been saving to give to your mother, a silver locket your father had bought you for your fourteenth birthday. It was a tradition to add something that reminded you of your family every year when you opened it, but you weren't able to find anything this year. In past years you'd added a strip of newspaper, a tea bag, a clipping from a novel, and an espresso bean. You were completely lost in thought, fingering your locket, jumping when your door handle turned, a familiar face peeking through the crack in the door. You exhaled, relieved. 

"I was going to knock," Bucky smiled wryly, but his expression changed once he took in what was happening. "I'm sorry." You shook your head. 

"No, come." You patted the floor beside you, resting your head on his muscular shoulder when he took the seat. He was quick to adjust, putting his arm around your back to support your body before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with his cold hand. 

"Want to talk about it?" He mumbled quietly, his voice sending shivers skittering down your spine. 

"I fell really ill before, when this mutant gene decided to take control of my body." You paused, taking a sip of wine. "My parents were so worried about me. I spent the whole night heaving, I'd lost weight." You shook your head at the memory. "I woke up the next morning before anyone else did. I had no idea how they would react to having a mutant for a daughter. I was afraid they'd send me back to school and that something would happen. So I jumped out the window and I haven't seen them since. Which is why I was stealing from a bank when Tony picked me up." You smiled weakly at the memory. "The X-Men tried to pick me up earlier...but I declined. I liked being unique. Being surrounded with other mutants didn't exactly make me feel unique." He nodded in understanding.

"Thank you for sharing with me, ___y/n___," he pulled you away from his chest to gaze into your eyes. They were filled with such care and tenderness that all of your guilt of leaving slipped away into nothingness. The only thing occupying your brain was his sweet scent, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair fell into his eyes. 

God his eyes. 

You were hyper aware of the way his hands gently rested on your waist, the sensation his thumbs sent over your skin as he moved them in slow, comfortable circles. Your body moved instinctively as you knelt on the ground, your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his lap. You held one hand close to your chest nervously, the other lightly tracing his jawline as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. You lowered your lips to his gently, barely brushing them in a short, sweet kiss. His breath was warm against your face, only inches from his, hands still holding onto your waist. He tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth and your eyes widened. You slowly lowered yourself onto his lap, leaning into the following kiss. It was slow and gentle, his lips moving against yours sweetly. They tasted like cinnamon and liqueur, sending a warm flush through your body. You pulled away slowly, his teeth lingering on your lower lip eliciting a small gasp from you. 

"Stay." It wasn't a question, and it escaped your mouth before you realized exactly what you were saying. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. 

"Only if you're certain you want me to." He cupped your face in both of his hands, placing a short kiss on your unsuspecting lips. You tried to think through the cloud in your head and couldn't find any reason he shouldn't stay. 

"I am certain," you said with complete confidence. He smiled seductively and you had to fight to keep your breath under control as he ran his hands over your curves to rest on your hips. He rose to his feet pulling you up with him. Tightening his grip on your hips he pulled you as close as he could, lowering his lips down on yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair. As the kiss became passionate and needy he moved his hands down to your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he sandwiched you against the wall, his hands gripping your waist under your shirt. His cold metal hand pressing against your side made you gasp, sending shivers up your spine. He smiled against your lips and you felt him harden against you, ripping a soft moan from you otherwise occupied mouth. He pulled away from your lips, softly kissing and nibbling his way along your neck. He kissed the lobe of your ear tenderly and then stopped, hovering. 

"You are the most gorgeous girl," he crooned, his voice low and husky. It sent a wave of heat through your body and you untangled your hands from his hair, grabbing at the bottom of his shirt urgently. He quickly pulled it over his head, slipping his hands back under yours, delicately lifting it off your figure. You found your hands winding back in his hair as he kissed your neck, his facial hair grazed your skin blissfully as he kissed his way to the tops of your breasts. Your breathing quickened as he slid his metal hand to the back of your neck, the other down to cup your rear. His lips met your lips again as he pulled you away from the wall, slowly and softly laying you down on the bed, his rock hard body still pressed against yours.