Bucky One-Shots and Imagines

Fights

You lay in your bed waiting for Bucky to get back from his mission. You'd gotten home around 10 minutes ago and changed into a big shirt and some sweatpants. Your feet were curled comfortably underneath your fleece blanket, a heap of giggles escaping your mouth at the first episode of (your favourite T.V show).

You dug your hand into your bag of chips, picking it up when no chips came into your hands.

The door swung open so harshly you thought it would come off it's hinges, causing you to let out a strangled cry as your packet of chips tumbled from your hands down to the floor. Your head snapped up, your eyes crinkled with confusion as you surveyed the damage.

Bucky's face was ghostly white with alarming outbursts of red tainting his cheeks. He was breathing heavily and threw his duffle bag onto the floor. Hard. His fingers curled against his hair and he tugged it, kicking the door shut before letting out a loud scream.

You were extremely confused at this point, your heart thudding in your chest, not from fear but anxiousness. You stood up, swinging your legs out of the sheets as you padded softly to where he was standing, completely still.

"Buck? You good?" You asked quietly, putting a hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles. He shook his head in frustration before briskly swatting your hand and walking away. You were alarmed by his bluntness but ignored it as you once again floated to where he was standing, looking out the window, his eyes clouded with an emotion you couldn't identify.

"Bucky," You cooed once again, "Talk to me, baby," You said, resting your fingers comfortingly on his forearm.

"I'm fine," He gritted through his teeth, shaking his head the action causing his long, brown hair to fall in front of his eyes, shielding them from your worried face. He was obviously lying.

"You know I don't believe that," you stated, "You can talk to me-

"I'm fine I really am,"

-And I'm always here for you-

"Y/N, stop, I just want to be alone for now-

-And I love you and I'll support you no matter what just tell me what happened, lo-

"I'm completely fine, I just want some time to myself and-

"I know you're not! Just talk to me, please, you've been so distant and I don't understand I'm just trying to-

"HONESTLY Y/N JUST FUCK OFF!" He yelled loudly and it felt as if a song had just come to an end. His eyes flared at you in the harshest way possible, mouth set in a rude sneer and you couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Your eyes widened in shock, your hands dropping to your sides. Your legs began to tremble, sparks of red flying in wisps around your hair as your eyes welled up, pools of water.

"I was just trying to help," you said, firmly, your voice thick with the pain of holding back your tears and powers, "That's all I was doing, but I'll fuck off if that's what you want,"

Bucky glanced quickly at you staring up at him and his eyes immediately softened, his shoulders dropping as he released and exasperated sigh. You stared at him, hurt and angry before making your way out the room.

He reached for your shoulder but you airily twirled away from his grasp and he dropped to his knees as he watched you retreat, gone from within his reach.

***
You sat on the edge of the roof, your legs swinging above a dangerous height but you didn't care. You trusted yourself enough to bring yourself up here, and now were playing with a few sparks of plasma between your fingers as you stared at the skyline in front of you.