All of Me for You || buckyxreader

Chapter 20 || Concerned Over Nothing

"It's been too quiet." Bucky sits comfortably on the couch in the common area with a bowl of popcorn. Ever since Covard died the level of threats have been pretty low.

"I don't know I've been enjoying it." I shrug and plop down next to him. Nat, Wanda, Steve, and Sam joined us soon after the movie started.

It wasn't awkward between us. Bucky and I. We understood that we were here for eachother. It's be hard sometimes, trying to open up to him. But he reassured me every time.

I can tell he hides things too. I know he carries his own burdens and goes to Steve instead of me about what he goes through.

It hurts not gonna lie. But Steve's better than me. His heart is more pure. I'm sure he can help Bucky.

But still, I use Bucky as a hotline. He might not see it like that but help is supposed to be a two way street when Bucky can't come to me to talk. I tell him that he can, but I know that means he would put his burdens on me.

I know that because I did that.

I think of this during the movie. We were watching the Greatest Showman and avengers sung and danced around the room as they played on the TV.

I finished my popcorn in the middle of the movie. Bucky noticed and offered his bucket but I politely rejected, being warmed by his gesture.

The movie ends and I tell the avengers goodnight before heading to my room. Bucky stayed behind taking to Wanda as Steve and I headed up.

We walked onto the elevator when I asked Steve a question. "How is Bucky?" I cross my arms, but it was as if I was cold and bundling myself up.

Steve gives me his side look and then turns toward me. "You should ask him."

I quickly shake my head and stare at the ground. "He's better talking to you."

Steve doesn't respond for a minute. "I just think you don't want him getting too close to you."

Chills went up my spine when he said that. Because it was true. I don't want to get too attached. The doors open and we walk slowly as Steve's door approached.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because Bucky suspected that. He told me. He's starting to doubt himself about you." I could feel his eyes on me. "He needs you (y/n)."

I frown. I wish he didn't.

We reach his door and I glance to Bucky's door a few more steps down, and then my door a few more steps the same direction.

I don't say anything. What would I even say?

"Goodnight (y/n)." He opens his door.

"Night Steve." I look up at Steve to see him give me a small smile as he closed his door.

I get to my room and change when I hear a knock at the door.

I open the door to see Bucky crossing his arms and smiling warmly at me.

"Hi buck," I move out of the way to let him come inside.

He did this every night. Ever since we've kissed. He wouldn't come in unless I told him to, he respected my boundaries and always checked up on me every night.

It squeezed my heart to the point where it hurt. But I was too weak to tell him to stop.

"Did you like the movie?" He watches me sit down on the edge of the bed and he slowly sits down next to me.

"I liked the movie. Phillip Carlyle is a real charm, besides his small ego." I remarked.

"I didn't like Barnum. He was a dick too." Bucky clasped his hands together.