Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Monster- Bucky Barnes

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"Are you ready to go out for ice cream?" you ask, hanging on Bucky's arm. He hesitates.

"(Y/N), I don't know. H.Y.D.R.A is still out there." You take his metal hand. He flinches, but you stand your ground.

"Bucky, you can't stay in here forever. H.Y.D.R.A has gone underground to repopulate or whatever. Please. You're suffering in here." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and smiles softly.

"Alright. But only because you're cute." He kisses your nose and you scrunch it up, giggling.

"Yeah, I know. Now c'mon! I want my ice cream!" Bucky slips on his sneakers and bomber jacket. I slip on your sneakers as well, standing up just in time to catch the bomber jacket Bucky tosses to you. I slip on the oversized jacket, smiling like an idiot. "Do I get to keep it?" you ask, bouncing on your heels. He throws his arm over your shoulder and nods.

"Yeah, you get to keep it." You squeal and snake an arm around his waist. We leave the compound, telling F.R.I.D.A.Y to "alert anyone to our location if they need us," as Bucky so elegantly put it. We walk down the street, basking in the spring air. You look around, admiring the budding flowers on the blossom trees.

"When we get our own house, I want a cherry blossom in the front yard. Or two. Or three." Bucky chuckles and kisses your temple.

"Whatever you want, doll." You smile up at him and squeeze him with your arm. We finally make it to the ice cream cart and step up to the worker.

"What can I get for you, dears?" The lady asks.

"Can I have a salted caramel?" She nods, putting the price into the calculator.

"What about you?" the lady asks Bucky.

"A chocolate would be great, thanks."

"Total comes to $5.65." You open your wallet to get the money but when you look up, Bucky is already handing the money to her.

"James!" you chastise. He winks at you while you grumble. The lady hands you your cones and smiles.

"Have a good day."

"You, too!" Bucky starts to take your hand with his metal one but stops. Not having it, you take it. He looks at me, wide-eyed. "Buck, your arm is a part of you. There's nothing horrible or ghastly about it. It's you and I love every inch of you," you reassure, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. When you pull away, you see his eyes closed in content.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he whispers. Your heart stops and you open your mouth to answer, but a large explosion cuts you off. Bucky is immediately covering you with his body from any debris that could potentially hit us. Screams sound around you as you open your eyes, coughing dust out of your lungs. Bucky turns you to him and cups your face in his hands, tilting your head and checking for injuries.