"Bucky?" You yell shaking his lifeless body, "Bucky no, please, Bucky just answer me."
"(Y/n)." Steve says.
"Bucky..." You say sobbing, hugging him.
"(Y/N)! He's dead, he's not coming back, now get up you're gonna get yourself killed!" Steve yells and backs up slowly, waiting for you.
You shoot up in your bed and look around the dark room. It was just a dream, thank god. You thought as you run your hands through you hair and look at the empty spot on the bed next to you where Bucky should be.
A frown spreads across your face as you get up from the bed and search the house for him. You finally you stumble upon him sitting on the living room couch with his head in his hands.
"Bucky?" You ask quietly walking up to him and laying a hand on his shoulder. His eyes shoot up and look at you. They were red and puffy. "What's up, babe?"
"I don't deserve you." He says quietly while sniffling.
"You do deserve me, why would you think that?" You ask sitting down next to him.
"I'm a monster. I kill people and I can't help it." He says trying to hold back more tears. He's still hung up on all this HYDRA stuff.
"Bucky, that's because of HYDRA, not you. You're not like that anymore, you're getting better." You reply. He wraps an arm around you and you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't want to lose you.
"See (Y/n), I don't deserve you. You're too nice." He says cracking a laugh. You look up and him and see a smile on his face. "This is why I love you."
"I just had a dream about you." You say.
"Really? What happened?" He asks, looking down at you.
"You died and I couldn't do anything." You reply.
"Well guess what, I'm still here." He says and brings you closer to him. He plants a kiss on your forehead and rests his cheek on your head.
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Marvel Imagines
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