After Death | Bucky Barnes(Republished)

Good Morning

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      I woke up the next morning tangled in the white sheets, I looked beside me and saw him sleeping peacefully on his stomach. I reached out and touched the scars where his metal arm met his flesh, his warm skin and the cold metal.

I ran my fingers across his back smiling slightly at the damage my nails had done last night.
I laied my head in the pillow as I looked at his face, his gorgeous face, I move a bit of his hair away from his face, and he let out a soft moan.

"Good morning." he says in this insanely sexy, sleepy, voice. 

"Good morning." I smiled back. He stretched and shifted to lay on his back and pulled me into his chest.

"So... How was your night?" I asked as I drew circles on his chest with my finger tips.

"Amazing." He kissed the top of my head. I laid on his right side, his arm around me, resting his hand on my waist. I moved my right leg and slid it over his lower stomach. He touched my knee with his cool metal fingers and slowly moved up my thigh.
I closed my eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat, I felt him move his arm away from my thigh and felt his chest rise and fall with a deep breath. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable." He said.

"What does?" I asked looking up at him as he held up his arm, "It doesn't make me uncomfortable." I reached out to touch it, I put the palm of my hand against his, but he barely moved his fingers.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you again." he said softly, I wrapped my arm around his waist and kissed his chest.

"You wont." I said. I could easily fall back asleep. "We should get up, they're gonna be wondering where we are."  

"No." He said squeezing me against his chest. 

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"Yep. Time to get up." I giggled, freeing myself from his arms. I got out of bed not bothering to put on clothes, and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I glanced over my shoulder before going through the door and saw him smirking, throwing the covers off himself and coming after me.

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      We get to the kitchen and everyone is already there halfway through their breakfast.

"Buck, I was looking for you yesterday." Steve spoke as we walked in, "Where were you?" 

"Uhhhhh." Bucky glanced at me. Everyone ignored me except Nat who was looking at me questioningly, I turned my back to them and started serving myself food. 

"You know, around." Bucky answered finally, he was now next to me reaching in front of me to grab a plate. I sat down next to Nat and he sat across from me next to Steve. Nat as usual, making conversation, continuing her old man jokes about Steve, every so often Bucky would smile at me from across the table. 

"Sorry to interrupt; but we have a problem." Coulson said walking towards us and tossing a folder on the table, Nat picked it up as I skimmed it over her shoulder.

"One of the few still, standing S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities is being attacked, we need all of you there now." Coulson said. 

"Lets go." I said and everyone stood up to get ready.

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      I was just about to leave my room when Bucky let himself in.

"Hey." I said, as he threw  his arms around me, kissed my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Hey." he said softly in my ear, "Be careful out there okay." 

"Always am." I smiled at his serious face.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, not now when I just got you." He softly placed his right hand on my face, running his thumb over my cheek. 

"You don't have to worry about me." I said, "Just make sure nothing happens to you."

"Don't worry about me." he said. 

"Oh alright, Mr. Super Soldier." I said nodding and pinching his cheeks with my hands, until he finally smiled at me.

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     Nat and Steve were inside helping the other agents while me and Bucky were trying to take control of the chaos outside. We took cover behind a vehicle,  under some serious fire. Bucky positioned himself at the front of the car and I was near the trunk with my rifle, I looked through my scope and concentrated on hitting my targets, I heard a bullet pass by me, one grazing my left shoulder, I tried my best to ignore the pain and keep my position. 

We took out several men, after what felt like forever, more of our agents came out from the building and soon enough the odds were in our favor. We won this time, the Hydra survivors were put into custody.

"You're hurt." Bucky pointed out as he walked over to me as I watched our prisoners get put into custody.

"Yeah, a bullet grazed me. It's fine." I said, he looked at me with a disapproving look, "I'm fine really." 

He walked closer to me giving me a quick peck on the lips, I rested my hand on his chest. 

"Only you would have a bloody shoulder and try to shake it off saying that you're fine, what am I going to do with you?" he asked.

"Oh. I've got a few ideas." I smiled up at him. I could see he was trying to hold back a smile as well.

"We'll see when we get home." He chuckled, placing his hand on the back of my head and kissed my forehead.

"So... are we telling people about us?" he asked.

"I don't know. Why?" I asked.

"Because Natasha is looking right at us with a big ass smile on her face." He laughed. I groaned leaned my forehead against his chest.

"I can hear her now 'I knew something was going on between you two.'." I said doing my best impression of her. Bucky laughed at my bad impression.

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      Back home I sat on the table while Nat offered to stitch me up. As expected, I got her 'I told you so' look, followed by a million questions. Exhausted and still in my uniform, I walked to my room only to find Bucky already there as usual making himself at home on my bed. 

"Hey, hows your shoulder?" He asked as I closed the door.

"It's fine, it's not deep." I said putting up my weapons in their place on the wall. I walked over to the bed and laid next to him and leaned my head on his chest and hugged him, it wasn't the most comfortable thing ever since he was still wearing his combat uniform, he kissed my head and I looked up to meet his lips.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you." he whispered. 

"This is what we do." I replied looking into his eyes, "And besides, you won't get rid of me that easy." I said. 

"I love you, y/n." he said after several seconds. 

"And I love you, James." I smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss. 

Published July 16, 2015

Republished April 13, 2016