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☆ Bucky Barnes - Funeral ☆

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based off of this picture that my sister sent me ^^ I'm gonna twist it up a bit

>Post Civil War Bucky Barnes<

⚠️MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS⚠️

You have been warned

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*Your POV*

I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face. Bucky sat behind me, his hands rested on my hips and his head on my shoulder.

It had been two weeks since we defeated Thanos. Two weeks since everyone came back. And two weeks since Tony Stark sacrificed himself for the universe. Today was his funeral service. Everyone was devastated. Especially poor Peter. Morgan wasn't yet old enough to grasp the fact that Tony was dead. All she knew was that her daddy was gone and not coming back.

I was struggling to get myself up and dressed. Tony was pretty much the one that saved my life. He's the one who found me when I had nobody. He who made me an Avenger and now that he's gone I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. Bucky sighed, placing a soft kiss on my neck.

"Are you gonna go?" He asked softly, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Of course we're going. I can't just not go," I sniffled, wiping the tears off my face, "Did you ever buy the suit for it?"

He cleared his throat, backing up a bit. I turned around, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Uhm, yeah about that. I'm not gonna go today," He said, making me raise my eyebrows at him.

"What do you mean you're not going? Buck this is important, you can't just bail," I explained, the pitch of my voice going higher.

He kept quiet, keeping his head down.

"Why aren't you going?" I asked gently, trying not to upset him.

Ever since he's come back from HYDRA he's been sensitive. He's very easy to upset, he's super clingy, and he seems so serious and sad all the time. I always try and make him feel better or open up but he never seems to want to.

"I just don't think that Tony would want me there," He said quietly, "After what I did."

I sighed.

"Bucky, babe, that wasn't you. That was The Winter Soldier. HYDRA had control of your mind and you had no idea what you were doing. That wasn't your fault," I rambled.

"I know, but I did it,"

"Listen to me James," I said, causing his head to raise quickly.

He knew I only called him James if I was teasing him or being serious with him. I definitely was not teasing.

"Everything that HYDRA put inside your head is gone. We got rid of it. You're Bucky again. Nobody here is going to judge you for anything that the Winter Soldier has done and if they do Steve, Sam, and I will kick the crap outta them," He cracked a small smile, "I promise Buck, Tony would want you at his funeral."

"I have nothing to wear," He mumbled quietly.

"Hun, that's the least of our concerns," I ran my fingers through his thick hair, get some of the tangles out.

He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch.

"We'll find you something," I said and he nodded in response.

I stood up, walking over to his closet, looking for any black clothes. It wasn't very difficult since most of his wardrobe was dark colors. I grabbed a black t-shirt and jacket and a pair of black jeans and dress shoes to go with it. I handed Bucky the outfit an he wondered off to the bathroom to change. I sat on our bed, waiting for him to come out.

He always worries me when he takes more that 15 minutes to get ready because that usually means that he's been alone with his thoughts for too long. He sit there and stare at his reflection in the mirror, wishing to change everything about himself because he still blames himself for everything.

After a few minutes I decided to check up on him. I walked up to the door and knocked on it softly.

"Buck? Are you okay in there?" I asked softly but he was quiet.

"Bucky?" I said a bit louder.

I felt the doorknob turn and the door opened slowly. Bucky was standing there in the outfit I had chosen for him, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, what wrong?" I asked putting my hands on his cheeks and wiping away his tears.

He didn't say anything, he just made a small whimper like sound and collapsed into my arms. I stepped back a bit from the impact of his body against mine and wrapped my arms around him. I guided us the the bedside where I sat down and let his sit next to me. He was almost completely curled into my side with his head buried in my neck.

"Bucky, whats the matter? You're worrying me," I asked again, lifting his face in my hands.

"It's just... everything. I'm stressed out about everything that's going on and I feel like I can't handle anything anymore. I'm always mopey and upset and I'm sick of it,"

I frowned, pulling him closer to me.

"I'm so sorry babe. I know the past few days have been extremely stressful, I promise everything will get better," I assured him, rubbing my thumbs over him eyes gently, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," He mumbled, wiping his cheeks, "I'm sorry."

"Bucky, you don't have to be sorry," I said, combing my fingers trough his hair again is an attempt to calm it.

"I'm acting like a baby," He said, looking up at me with a tiny smile.

"Well if so then you're my baby," I said, smiling back at him.

"I love you, Y/N," He said grabbing my hand in his.

"I love you too, Bucky,"

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Okay I know it's the first chapter but this is soo bad 😂 I hope you enjoyed it anyways though. Comment some ideas down below if you would want me to update more.

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