-ˏˋMarvel One-Shots!ˎˊ˗

-Tattoo-Bucky Barnes-

~i m a g i n e~

Y/N's POV

I winced as the final pierce of the needle left my skin. The tattoo artist patted my arm down with a clean cloth, swiping it over softly with an antibacterial wipe. I looked down at my upper left arm, satisfied with the end result. The upper part of my arm was red and itchy, but the very kind tattoo lady, who had several band tattoos and shoulder length black hair that faded to blue, told me that was natural. 

She carefully pulled out a length of white elastic bandage, and some anti-bacterial spray. As she sprayed down the length of the tattoo, and cleared every skin inch with it, she patted it down with a dry, soft cloth. The woman held my arm out to the side, gently wrapping the bandage around the tattoo and tightening it around the underside of my arm, securing it in place, but making it easy to pull off, in order to show it.

I paid for my tattoo, and thanked the woman, who left me with a wink and a "go get him, love." I had told her about the tattoo and who it was for, and she had supported the whole thing. She's even talked to me about her tattoos, which all meant something more. She input her number in my phone as well, since I really did want to talk to her again. I blushed, and hopped on my motorbike, roaring off for Avengers Tower. 

-at the tower-

I popped out the stand for my bike, sliding it into the parking section for my bike that I basically bullied Tony into building and lining. It was a special spot, with the words: "This girl bullied me for this. Don't park here." And my name was on the sign in front, signed by Tony himself. I rolled my eyes, smiling as I swung my leg over the bike, dismounting. I walked over to the doors of the tower, steeling myself as I took a breath. 

You can do this. You can do this. I opened the doors to the tower, and immediately went for the elevator, sliding inside as the doors shut. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., is there anyone on the floor my room is on?" Her voice chirped back instantly. "Y/N, the landing with yours and Bucky Barnes' room has one person." I figured it was Bucky, but still asked. 

"Who?" F.R.I.D.A.Y answered back. "Mr.Barnes." "Alright, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.!" The doors opened up to the landing I shared with Bucky, and I was partially sure Tony had done this just to get us closer. I walked over to the open common area between our rooms, which was filled with sofas, a TV, game stations and a mini-fridge, from which Bucky was currently eating a piece of chocolate cake from.

I laughed as I came in, my sudden appearance causing Bucky to spray some chocolate cake crumbs on the couch he was sitting on. "Enjoying that cake?" He managed to swallow the rest of the cake, and brush off the remaining crumbs. "I was, until you came in-What happened to your arm?" His ice-blue eyes were locked on the white bandage around my upper left arm, that was already starting to loosen slightly. 

I sighed, and placed my fingers on one end of the bandage. "Buck, don't get upset with me,okay?" I warned him, as I began to pull it off. His eyes were glued to my arm, as I pulled the entire thing off. It was a tattoo...of the star. The red star, on his upper left arm, was now also on my own. Bucky looked at it quickly, his eyes talking in every detail.  

I noticed a flicker of what seemed like...hurt...in his eyes. Before I could react, Bucky strode over, and held my arm up lightly, scanning the tattoo multiple times. "B-Bucky?" I questioned, nervous. "So you were trying to embarrass me? Or shame me?" He asked, backing up, hurt and anger flashing in his eyes. I held my hands up, shaking my head. "No, Buck, no, this wasn't meant to embarrass you, I promise, okay? I was just trying to support you, it's okay."

 I walked over quickly, as I placed my hands on his shoulders and fixed my gaze on the ice-blue of his eyes, which were filling up quickly with tears. He wiped the tears away, looking at my arm with a little bit of affection in his eyes. "It...looks beautiful. Like you." I hear him whisper, and smile at him.

 "Look at you. Picking up your 40's charms." 

He laughed, tossing his dark hair out of his eyes. 

"Do you want to watch something together? I've stopped watching Sherlock because of the time you threatened to kill me over it." I recalled it vaguely, when I realized he had gone a whole season ahead of me. I did get out my knife, and quite a bit of swearing was involved. But it was fine now.

I nodded, walking over to the couch.

"The binge-watching is afoot, Barnes."

whoooooooooooooo

i finally updated *cringe dab*

okay i want to die after that

bye!

~L