Avengers Imagines

T-shirt - Bucky Barnes

Warnings: none

Description: you love stealing Bucky's clothes (I mean, who can blame you?)

Word count: 630

Bucky always loves when you wear his clothes. Whenever he asks you why you'd want to borrow a simple white t-shirt, you reply with a scowl saying that it smells like him, not that he even knows what he smells like (a mix of nature, pine and soap).

After a month of dating, you had already stolen multiple t-shirts, a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, not that it really counts as stealing when Bucky knows what you're doing. He never says anything though. Seeing you in one of his t-shirts that drops down to your knees only makes him wrap his arms around you more tightly, never wanting to let you go.

"Y/N, have you seen my gray sweatshirt?" Bucky appears in the living room and steps in front of the television, blocking you from watching your movie.

"Uh, it's probably in my drawer," you squint your eyes, wishing you could see through Bucky to watch the show.

"And why would my shirt be in your drawer, doll?" Bucky sighs, moving to lay on the couch as he places his head in your lap. You roll your eyes as he takes your hand and puts it on his head, and you know he wants you to play with his hair.

"No shirt is your shirt, Buck," you sigh in content as you play with strands of his brown hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "It's our shirt."

But one day, Bucky gets an idea. Silently, while you're in the kitchen, he creeps into your room and rummages through your clothes, looking for one item in particular. When he finds it, he grins mischievously, retreating to your room but not before making sure everything is still in place.

"Hey babe," you feel Bucky arms wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Sighing happily, you lean into his touch, eyebrows furrowing when you feel skin and cool metal against your arms rather than the fabric of his shirt.

"Buck, what are you-" you start but stop when you turn around and see what he's wearing.

Apparently, Bucky thought it was a good idea to sneak into your room and grab a simple black-cropped tank top which is now stretched over his broad shoulders, revealing his muscular arm. The shirt, which usually stops around your belly-button barley makes it to the middle of his chest, giving anyone who walks in the perfect view of his lovely sculpted abs. You honestly don't know how to react as your jaw drops open, making Bucky simply grin at the shock on your face.

"I figured since you're always 'borrowing' my clothes, maybe I should start borrowing yours?" He opens his arms and does a spin, making you laugh. "What do you think? Can I pull this off?"

"Y/N I was wondering if you wanted to spar with me- oh my.. Bucky, what are you wearing?" Steve walks into the kitchen with wide blue eyes, staring at his best friend in disbelief. "Please don't tell me this is some new fashion trend. I prefer the 30s."

You can't contain your laughter as Steve shakes his head, walking out of the room probably scarred for life. You snap a picture of Bucky in your shirt, prepared to send it to everyone so they can revel in it.

"What? I like it," Bucky shrugs with a smirk and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, because it makes you look like you're not wearing a shirt," you chuckle, reaching out and tracing the curves of his abs absentmindedly. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Is that so?" Bucky muses, raising his eyebrows as he picks you up, making you squeal as your wrap your legs around his waist.

"Mmhmm."

"Well maybe I'll start dressing like this more often."