MARVEL Imagines

Our First Night-Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are spending their first night together, no big deal to most couples, especially after months of dating. However, both feel nervous for different reasons, but neither want to show it.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: slight insecurity, but mostly pure, pure, pure fluff

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"Don't be so nervous, you're only staying in the same bed." Wanda said to me as I set down my overnight bag on the floor.

"I can't help it. We've been together for months now, but this feels....more intimate."

"Well, it is. It's the first time you're spending twenty four hours with each other, and in the same bed."

"I'm probably just over thinking it." I sighed.

She pulled me in for a hug, sensing how nervous I was."No you're not. It's perfectly normal. I bet Bucky is nervous too. Actually I know so because he's been fussing over everything today, he wants to make sure everything is neat and tidy for you."

"But I've been here so many times, it wouldn't matter to me."

"Yes but it does to him."

We heard the sound of boots clamping against the floor, stopping our conversation. Bucky appeared coming round the corner, both of us grinning like idiots when we saw each other. Wanda took that as her cue to leave, Bucky acknowledging her as they passed each other. I sighed in comfort as Bucky wrapped his arms around me, pulling away to kiss me slowly and gently.

"I missed you doll." he whispered, kissing me again.

"I missed you too. I hate when you go on long missions. Or even missions at all."

He chuckled, reaching down to pick up my bag."Did you not want to pack the rest of your apartment?"

He pretended it was ridiculously heavy, groaning as he shook his hand for effect. I laughed at him, playfully hitting him before he put his arm around my shoulder, guiding us further into the building. Butterflies filled my stomach as we carried on talking, I couldn't believe this was finally happening; I felt like a teenage girl again.

Although Bucky and I had dated for a while, we had postponed the idea of staying overnight at each other's places. He hadn't been sure of himself, his night terrors may have been at bay for some time but he didn't want to risk it with me. Alongside this, he hadn't been with a girl since the forties, and (obviously) since then his memories of easily wooing women had all but disappeared. So when he asked me out, it was a huge surprise to everyone.

We made it to his room, and I could sense the tension in his body. Like a gentlemen, he let me in first, setting my bags down as we entered. I had been here before, only briefly, and I wasn't surprised by the neatness of the room, everything was organised. The only thing that caught my eye was a new picture frame on his bedside table. I picked it up, my heart melting at the picture in it; it was of us at one of Tony's parties, him decked out in a fancy suit, as well as I in a floor length gown. It had been the first time he attended one of these parties, and he had said it was all down to me, that I have him the confidence. Well I had never cried so much in my life.

"You look gorgeous in that photo." he said as he wrapped his arms from behind me.

I still looked down at the picture."And you look so handsome. When did you get this printed?"

"Weeks ago, I had to have it next to me. When I rarely wake up from a night terror, that picture calms me, makes me aware of who I am, makes me out you first."