Avengers Imagines pt.1

Out of your league *️⃣ Bucky.

Song: Joji - slow dancing in the dark.

(Obsessed with this song btw)

Imagine; Bucky confesses his feelings for you after your date went downhill.
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'You look....pretty..'

'Thank you Buck...' you smile as you show off your red dress.

'You don't think it too uh...flashy?' You ask as you twirls around.

'Definitely not, you going out?'

'Yeah, haven't had a decent date in ages!, and then I met this guys last week...so yeah...'

He smiles and nods, but you still notice a glint if sadness in his eyes, even if it was for a split second.

You stare at him for a second when Sam interrupts.

'Looking fire Y/n!' Sam yells.

'Thanks you idiot!' You chuckle as you put your bag around your shoulder.

'I'm gonna go, So enjoy your evening guys!' You wave as you walk out.

'Dude you have to tell her, You're giving her the sad puppy look every time she goes out...'

'I am out of her league Sam...'

'Okay, forget I said this but uh, you two would make a good couple, and she likes you too Barnes..are you blind?!'

'Stop sticking your nose into my stuff Wilson...just let me take care off it myself!'
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You're tearing up just thinking about his awful words again.

He ended up being one of the many people that are against mutants, people that are different. People like you.

So when he started insulting you, you ran out as fast as you could.

You also found out the hard way that it's hard to run in the type of heels you're wearing.

Your ankle hurts like hell and you're now slumping to the tower while sobbing and sniffing.

You check the time on your phone a couple times, the time being blurry off the tears.

You hope that everyone's asleep when you enter. To your surprise nobody's in the living room or kitchen. Or so you thought.

You sit down and throw your purse next to you. You wipe the tears and you get back up again to get an ice pack for your ankle.

You stumble to the kitchen and you open the fridge. Then you open the freezer and pull out the ice pack.

You grab a rag and you close the fridge again, hearing someone behind you. You grab the knife from the nearby knife stand and turn around.

You press the knife against the mans throat and he sticks his hands up.

'How did the date go?' He asks and you sigh.

'Jesus Barnes, I could've murdered you...' you whine as you lay the knife down.

'What do you need an ice pack for?, dis you guys bump heads while kissing or something?' He jokes but his smile falters when he sees your tear stained face.

You spend two second staring at him before you turn your head away and stumble to the couch.

You sit down and rip off your shoes, wincing at the pain. you slowly press the ice pack against your ankle and you stifle a groan.

'What happened?' Bucky asks.

That sentence breaks you. You snap. Your tears starting to flow like waterfalls. He sits down next to you and pulls you into a hug.

'Let me guess, the guy was a total jerk and you escaped him?' He asks and you look up to him.

You nod and you feel him tense underneath you. 

'Your ankle?'

'I fell...'

'Oh...' he replies and it's gets silent again.

'Let me take a look at your ankle..' he suddenly suggest and you lay your leg on top of his.

'You sprained it..' he states after he examined it.

'Thank you for the obvious Dr. Barnes...' you joke.

'You might actually be the only guy that hasn't screwed me over in some way yet...'

'Y/n...' his tone sounds serious.

You tilt your head signing him to go on.

'I should probably tell you this, and I get it if you don't feel the same, I mean you're out of my league...'

'Buck..'

'I like you..' he blurts, then his eyes widen in shock.

'You're our of my league?, no Buck I'm out of yours...I like you too...I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same, I thought these dates with those assholes would make it go away but...'

'It didn't...'

'No...' you blush as you move your foot from his lap.

'I-I....' he smiles awkwardly.

You suddenly get an idea and you lift your foot on his lap again, but this time you move closer.

'You think I don't know what you're doing?, because what you're doing is dangerous doll...' he smirks.

'And what is it you think I'm doing?, Barnes...'

He grabs your wrist and pulls you to straddle him.

'Well you were right, but I don't care if it's dangerous, I already have a sprained ankle, I could endure much more...' you say earning a groan from him.

'Tell me to stop and I will...'

'You like me and I like you...it's a match I think...and I won't tell you to stop...' you lean in and he leans in at the same time.

You bump heads and laughter erupts from both your throats.

'Oh and to rephrase myself, yes I did bumped head with him when I tried to kiss him...' you smile.

'I killed the mo-' you interrupt him by placing your lips on his.