Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Oneshots

Beloved - Bucky Barnes x Reader

This starts off with the scene in Captain America: The Winter Soldier where Bucky and Steve are fighting and Bucky's mask falls off, but this time, the reader is included. It takes a turn that doesn't follow the storyline whatsoever just because I didn't feel like copying everything. Happy reading!

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Sending one particular hard blow towards the unknown man, you hurled him flying backward alongside Steve who was in full Captain America mode. The man tumbled on the asphalt before regaining his composure and slowly standing from his kneeled position on the hard ground. His head was tilted down, his long hair covering his facial features and you followed his gaze towards the mask that had fallen from his face during his tumbling. Your heartbeat quickened as he lifted his gaze to yours, revealing his face. Your stomach dropped and tears stung your eyes as you stared into the familiar blue eyes of the man you once loved.

"B-Bucky?" Your heart clenched as you stood with your guard down in front of the one you had once loved so dearly. Your thoughts drifted to the day you found out he was dead. Your beloved had died. You had fallen to the ground, your body convulsing from your neverending sobs. They racked your body and tears landed on the hardwood floor, soaking it to the core. You remember what you were wearing, how you styled your hair, what the weather was outside, and even your first thought before your doorbell rang. How were you supposed to know that what you wanted for dinner wasn't important at the time?

Bucky's next words were ones dripping with venom, hitting you like a freight train with broken brakes. "Who the hell is Bucky?" Your already numb expression dropped and a tear slipped past your eyelid, sliding across your skin smoothly before ending up in the crevass on the left side of your nose. You swallowed thickly and endeavored to ignore the growing lump in your throat and the quivering of your lip as you thought of what to say next.

"Y-" You cleared your throat and swiped at the fresh tears that flowed across your flushed skin. "You're Bucky... A-and you were my finacé b-before you d-died." You managed to squeeze out, stuttering your syllables as your vision clouded with tears. You exhaled shakily and wiped more of your tears quickly.

Steve stood off to the side, somewhat giving you and Bucky privacy but prepared with his shield out and in a ready stance in case Bucky attacked. He watched silently as you cried softly while speaking with the supposed enemy in hushed tones.

Bucky's stone-cold expression softened and he took a step forward, urging you to continue. He felt something pulling at his heart when he neared you and saw the tears that continued to spill. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but nothing came out. Normally he wasn't fully in control of his actions, but at that moment he knew he had been set free, if only for a few mere moments. "Fiancé..." He repeating slowly as if the word was foreign to him. He glanced up at you and you nodded.

"Yes! Seventy plus years ago we were engaged. We were going to get married in the forest near a small cottage. But then..." You trailed off and looked away, trying to ignore the fact that you were crying in front of your enemy. You were never supposed to show emotion in combat but you weren't in combat. Everything around you was seemingly paused as your eyes tore away from the pavement and back to Bucky who had come a few feet closer to you.

"What's your name?" He wanted to reach out, to trigger an emotion to come bubbling up. He wanted déjà vu. Maybe he would remember you if he heard your name and maybe he could fix things between you both. He followed your gaze as it traveled down to your hand as you involuntarily played with the engagement ring you had kept on your finger the entire time.

You lifted your gaze to his familiar eyes and held in the third wave of tears that threatened to spill over. "(Y-Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

He clenched his jaw as he thought about the name. He thought and he thought hard, wanting only to remember you. He faintly recognized the name but nothing else was connected to it. He sighed and shook his head, knowing there were no ways out of this unless he up and left. "I don't remember." He spoke softly as he gave you a sympathetic look.