Marvel Imangines

The Secret - B.B

In this, Bucky ran away to Bucharest and found his love. They live together in an apartment, nicer than his old one.

Gwendolyn's POV

I woke up to the sun shining on me, warming up my face. I squeeze my eyes together I flip to the other side. I felt something burning on my bare waist, under my tank top. I stuffed my face into something hard and solid. "Morning, doll." I hear a man say in a groggy voice. I groan in response. Bucky chuckled and gently squeezed my with his metal hand.

"Jeez, you're arm is burning." I comment, pulling it off of me and pushing it against my chest. Buck chuckles.

"Sorry doll." He apologizes. I press my cheek against it.

"You hungry?" I ask, closing my eyes. I could feel Bucky nod. I flip the covers off of me, the chilly air sending goosebumps down my legs. Bucky moaned out of annoyance. "You can stay here." I say, sitting up. Bucky yanked on my arm.

"Nu! Nu pleca! Te vreau aici cu mine!" Bucky cried. I giggle. (No! Don't go! I want you here with me!) I hold his metal hand.

"Vrei mâncare, nu?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. (You want food, right?) Bucky smiled and hopped out of bed too.

We both walked into the kitchen. "Pancakes?" I call, looking in the pantry.

"With blueberries?" He asked, I smile and nod.

I was in the middle of pancakes when I pulled out some carrots. "Hey, dragoste, do you mind cutting up these carrots for me for later?" I call, Bucky enters from the living room. (Love)

"Of course." He responds, taking the bag out of my hand and grabbing a knife and cutting board. I turned my attention back to the pancakes.

"Ow." I hear Bucky mumble. I walk over to see him holding his right index finger, him wincing in pain.

"Did you cut yourself?" I ask, trying to hide the smile on my face. He nodded on turned his gaze to the floor. I grabbed a napkin from him to wrap around his finger till I can find gauze and a band-aid.

I pulled his finger towards me, only to gasp.

Bucky's blood was pitch black. A color I have never seen run through a human's system. Bucky pulled his finger away. I stood there, frozen in shock and fear. "Gwendolyn...I..." Bucky said, his voice cracking. I could feel my eyes and nose stinging as I looked up at him, my chest hurting with the pain of betrayal. His was was filled with sorrow, with puppy dog eyes looking back into mine.

"What happened?" I ask, placing my hand on his cheek. He leans in on my touch. A single tear fell out of his eye. I didn't bother wiping it away.

"Gwen, păpuşă, its a long story-" (Doll)

"We have time. Its not like we had anything planned." I interrupted him.

He sighs before leading me to the couch. We both sit down and James doesn't say a word. "James, please." I beg, grabbing both of his hands. He pulls his metal one away.

"I'm...a monster." He admitted. I roll my eyes. He always says that.

"How many times do I have to tell you! You're not. I love you!" I say, kissing his cheek afterwards.

"No, you don't get it. I...killed people." He explains, looking away from me. I grasp his shoulder.

"You're right, I don't get it, James. But I will if you explain it to me. I won't be mad, I promise." I beg. Bucky glances at me, then sighs.

"It started back in 1943.."

Time Skip

By the time he was finished with his story, I was curled up in his lap with me facing his chest while he played with my hair, knowing that calms him. I look up at him. "Bucky, mulțumesc că mi-ai spus." I say, hugging him. He squeezes as if his life depended on it. (Thank you for telling me)

"Mulțumesc pentru atenție" He responds into my neck. I nod. (Thank you for listening)

I pull away and kiss him, he kisses back. He pulls away first to lean our foreheads together. "God, I love you." He whispers. I smile.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Never keep another fucking secret from me again."

"I just wanted to protect you." He whispered. I grabbed his metal arm again, he tried to pull away but I held on. "You're holding a weapon." He stated.

"I'm hold your hand, James. I'm holding something that has never hurt me, but instead, gave me pleasure with each hug, each hand holding, each tear wipe. James, I love your arm more than you can ever know." I say. I bring his hand up to my mouth and kiss it. Bucky leans forward and I lean back. Soon, he's on top of me on the couch. His soft lips latched onto mine. He used his metal arm to hold himself up and the other to caress my cheek. I played with his hair and put a hand on his abs. He pulled away.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked. I giggle.

"How did I get so lucky?"