Marvel Character Oneshots

Hurt ~ bucky barnes x reader

{this story is set in Wakanda, while Bucky is staying there, after the events of  Captain America: Civil War}

You'd glimpsed the Winter Soldier briefly when he'd arrived in Wakanda with Captain America a few months earlier, but you hadn't seen him up close until this moment. He lay peacefully in his ice prison with a disturbed expression on his face. However, his troubles were about to be hastily rectified - it was time for him to come out. Danger was imminent and the world needed Bucky Barnes.

You sucked in a breath and operated the capsule with deft, capable fingers. You looked up and bit your lip, feeling nerves spark in your stomach as you saw King T'Challa and Princess Shuri watching you, intrigued. A few buttons later, mist fizzed into the container as the door released and a waft of cold air filtered out and diffused throughout the room.

"My King, my princess," you murmured, bowing low in front of them. You then gestured to the capsule. "He will be waking up in the next few minutes; we should get him into a warm bed with food and drink, your Majesties."

T'Challa smiled at you. "Thank you, Miss Y/N. Please make sure he gets all of the care he needs. Come, sister."

Shuri gave you a wave, T'Challa sent you a polite nod and they walked out. Your eyes were drawn back to Bucky's body. His skin was gaining a less ghostly colour as his body warmed in the summer air. You gathered the guards to help you move him to the bed on the other side of the room and you tucked the covers up around him. You sent a nurse to fetch him something to eat and sat down next to him on the bed, one hand on his chest as you waited for his heart to restart.

A soft beat thudded in his chest as his heart valves opened and blood started to flow around his body. You smiled softly, removing your hand and standing at his bedside. His eyes blinked open and he inhaled deeply. You cleared your throat. His gripping blue eyes shifted to yours and his lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. You smiled methodically at him.

"Good morning, Mr Barnes," your calm voice said. Your eyes followed his.

He opened his mouth to speak but found that he could not. He coughed.

"There's some food for you on the way, Mr Barnes. Do you feel any pain, numbness or paralysis in any part of your body?"

His reply was quiet but he did not tear his gaze from yours. "No, I think I'm okay, thank you." He looked you up and down. "Who are you, by the way?"

You widened your eyes at his politeness. But I suppose I didn't know what to expect, you thought. So my surprise is misplaced.

"Y/N, your nurse."

"Thanks, Y/N," he said, smiling. His voice was hoarse, like rough stones. "Oh, and call me Bucky, please."

"Of course, sir."

"And lose the sir."

"Right you are," you corrected, then hesitated before saying, "Bucky."

"Thank you," he exclaimed, grinning.

Thirteen days later.

"No, you've got to tell me! It's not even that personal!"

Bucky laughed. "I just don't think you need to know, that's all. No-one calls me by my first name, Y/N."

"You call me by mine, it's only fair," you countered.

He stared at you, a contemplative look in his eyes. He sighed. "It's James."

You raised your eyebrows, making yourself more comfortable on the picnic blanket. The bright blue sky was cloudless and beautiful. The field you were sitting was filled with white daisies and lush green grass. Bucky lay on his stomach, eating a plum from the picnic basket.

"James Buchanan Barnes," you thought aloud. "And you became Bucky?"

He laughed and gestured for you to pass him another plum. You set it into his palm and let your fingers brush against his on purpose. He blinked at you from under his eyelashes. You blushed.

"Yeah, I don't get called much else." He bit into the succulent piece of purple fruit. "Except Fury calls me Barnes, I suppose. It's quite personal for someone to call me James." He looked at you thoughtfully.

You smiled. "Can I call you James?"

You took his plum from his hand, earning a mock-horrified glare from him, and snatched a mouthful from the sweet flesh.

"That's mine!" He scolded, reaching for it.

You laughed, taking another bite before relinquishing it back to him. He threw you a wide smile and a smug look.

"So, can I?"

His hopeful, inviting eyes wandered the field and eventually settled onto yours. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Sure."

"Really?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, Y/N. You are the only friend I've got here, I think you've earned it."

You grinned. "Took you a while to realise it, Jamie."

He glared at you. "James or Bucky, nothing else."

Wide-eyed, you nodded. "James, then."

There were a few minutes of silence, with the rustling of the wind in the long grass the only sound whooshing through your brain. Your eyes followed his every move; his hair frolicking about his face, his lavish muscles rippling under his tight shirt and the tendons in his hands popping as he moved the fruit delicately in his fingers. You sucked in a breath. You squirmed, slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" He asked, slightly bewildered. "You're fidgeting a lot."

Your eyes snapped up to his. "Fine."

"Yeah, right. C'mere." He patted the blanket next to him. He bit his lip.

You couldn't resist smiling as you moved to lie on your stomach next to him. You giggled.

He ran a hand through his hair. "You totally should've just left me alone that day."

"Which day?"

"Every day since you unlocked that capsule."

You leaned in closer. His eyes were even brighter up close. "Oh, yeah? And why's that?"

He inched up to you. His nose brushed yours and made you suddenly aware of his thundering heartbeat and warm skin.

"Because I think I'm falling in love with you," he murmured, right before crashing his lips onto yours.

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{please be kind to me, this is my first ever bucky oneshot - dedicated to my bestie tyra <3}