Marvel Imangines

Prisoner - B.B

Background info:
Kiki was once on a pretty scary mission in London. Which resulted her in being captured, and tortured for information about SHIELD. Well, Bucky found this out. He was especially angry when Fury told him no one was allowed to go rescue her. Apparently she had to 'figure this out on her own'. This, sent Bucky off. He went in Winter Soldier mode. He had brought 4 Avengers down. He tried to see his kids, but the rest of the Avengers wouldn't let him. Still in Winter soldier mode, he ran away only to commit Arson and get arrested, being out in a maximum security Prison called Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary.
Well, Kiki came home to find her husband gone and Steve had to explain to her what went down.

Kiki's POV

I miss him so much. I cry for him every night. I'm not mad at him. I just want him back. Begging to the gods to once again have him in my arms. Is that too much to ask. For my children to have their father back! I don't care what his is, what he did. That's all in the past. He loves me and kids, and we all love him back isn't that all that matters!? He's probably going through hell right now.

It was 2:47 in the morning. I heard a thud. I groaned, maybe it was on of the kids or something. I didn't care. I was too tired to care. But then, I felt a presence. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My eyes shot open, slowly adjusting to the darkness. The moon's pale light poured into the bedroom from the window. But, there was a shadow. A silhouette of something-someone. My heart skipped a beat and started pounding. I was too scared to make a move or sound. I let out a shaky breath. I studied the shadow closer. It was of a person. Someone who was broad shouldered and had short hair. They were tall too.

I slowly turned around, terrified who it might me.

I gasped at the sight in front of me.

Bucky.

I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffled my chocked sob. Bucky stood there, in a white tank top and beige pants. His hair was cut. Much shorter than what it was, but long enough to spike at the top without any product. Long enough to run my fingers through. He looked broken, tired, and like he could snap at my moment. Eye twitching, jaw clenched shut.

I slowly stood up, hoping, praying that this wasn't a dream. That he was really here. Bucky watched me intently. I brought my hand up to place on his gently. He didn't finch, blink, or even react at all. "Bucky?" I call quietly. He gave me a small, broken smile. One that was terrible at hiding the pain and numbness that peaked through.

I jumped to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped my waist, holding me up in the air so my feet didn't touch the ground. I was so overcome the the many, string emotions caused by this event, I started sobbing. They were muffled by Buck's shoulder. I felt him nuzzle his face in my neck. "Gods baby. I thought I would never see you again. I couldn't even say good-bye the first time." I cried. Bucky rubs my back.

"Shh, Angel. It's okay. I'm here now." He assures me. I nod, agreeing with him. We both pull back before crashing our lips together. I missed his kisses so much. I moan into his mouth in gratefulness. He leans forwards, gently laying me on my back on the bed. I felt his warm flesh hand run up my bare thigh thanks to my sleeping shorts. Finally, I pull away.

"Bucky, not tonight. The kids are in the next room." I say, pushing on his chest softly. He sighs and nods, standing up. I stay laying down. Bucky scans me for a moment before running a thumb across my cheekbone. I smile. It's good to have him back.

He walks over to his side of the bed before taking his shirt off. I bit my lip to keep myself from grinning largely. We both got under the covers. I slid up right next to him, laying my head on his chest. He metal arm wrapped tightly to my waist.