Avengers Imagines

Bucky - Staying Home

I have almost no inspiration for Marvel-related everything because there is no content ugh. I'm so sorry for the long break in between updates, I sort of ran out of ideas XD. Requests are very much welcome, either comment or PM me hehe. Thanks for reading!

Here's some baby boy Bucky (because I secretly think he may be a switch hmm) to make up for it hehe. Also I'm a total slut for domestic fluff so this one's mostly that.

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"Let's go on a date."

You're snapped out of your own world and into reality with those few words. "Huh?"

"Let's go on a date," Bucky repeats, cocking an eyebrow. "Just the two of us."

"That's sort of what makes dates... well, dates, Buck."

He playfully nudges you before ruffling your hair. "What do you say?" his smile makes the slivers of light seeping out of the blinds of your shared room seem dull, "We haven't had time to just sit and eat and talk shit about the other members."

"We can't go out."

"I can," he says, almost too proudly. "I can't get sick, remember?"

"You're Bucky Barnes, remember?" you remind him. "You go out there and the world will be begging to be out, too. Before we know it, we'll be doing the opposite of flattening the curve."

"I'm just Bucky Barnes," he scoffs, "it's not like I'm Captain America."

You ignore him, walking towards the kitchen, shivering. You hear another pair of footsteps following you around the house. "You either get to go to the kitchen, living room, or bathroom. No going out," you tell him. "It's not going to be like this forever, I promise."

"Hasn't it been forever?" he asks sadly. He wraps his arm around you, nuzzling his hair into your neck. You cut his hair a couple of days ago as it was becoming too long for his liking. You personally liked it, but you didn't mind the fact that that gave you something to do in a time when there is nothing to do.

Well, aside from work if you hadn't been laid off around a month ago.

"It definitely has felt like forever," you tangle your fingers in his short hair, breathing in his scent. "But that just gives us more time alone now, right?"

"Which is why I want us to go on a date," he whines, hugging you from behind just a little bit tighter. "I wanna spoil my baby when there aren't any missions or unexpected trips to enemy bases." He places a single kiss on the crook of your neck, making you sigh. "Are you warmer now?"

"How'd you know I was cold?" you ask him, snuggling up to the man behind you.

"I just know," he mumbles on your skin, "I wanna take you to the most beautiful places, but we can't even go out?" he complains, peppering kisses all over your neck.

"We can have a date at home," you suggest, trying your best to even out your breathing or else your whole morning will be spent in bed, just like how it has been for almost a week now. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. "Bucky..." you breathe out, grasping a handful of his hair as he continues to kiss and sometimes bite your neck. "We have to be productive," you remind him. "Don't you have that meeting with the members soon?" You push him away gently, turning around so you can face him.

He stops immediately, cursing under his breath. "I don't wanna see them when I'm trying to get you back to bed," he says, pouting.

You grin up at him, standing on your tiptoes to give him a proper kiss. "You'll have me all day, baby. We have a lot of time."

He sighs defeatedly. "Fine. But one more kiss?"

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The day passes by quickly as you busy yourself with making snacks for the date tonight. You decide to make the date nice and comfortable, and with Bucky still in the meeting in the other room, the afternoon date will hopefully be a surprise.

You prepare the snacks you both bought before the lockdown started, putting them in bowls so that it's easier to eat and share.

"Dear God, if they hold another meeting, I'm not joining. That took five fucking hours, are they insane—" he stops talking when he sees the masterpiece of a fort that you built in the living room. "Whoa."

"Surprise?" you say, smiling as you hold two big bowls of popcorn before setting it down on the coffee table. "I thought it'd be nice if we could just... you know, watch some movies and relax."

He quite literally runs to you, hugging you tightly. "Thank you," he whispers into your hair, "you didn't have to do this because I was supposed to do it, but thank you."

"Don't mention it," you say, hugging him back. "A relationship has to go both ways, you know? I get to pamper you every once in a while."

He grins at you, the long hours of the meeting forgotten. "I'm going to pamper the shit out of you tonight."

"That's unsanitary," you deadpan, sitting on the blanket-covered floor and motioning for him to follow you.

He blushes. "That's uh... not what I meant... um," he stammers, before smiling sheepishly.

You laugh. If making Bucky blush was a sport, you'd win the Olympics. You've learnt all the ins and outs of his mind in the three years you've been together, and you make him blush almost as much as he does to you. 

He clears his throat, "What are we watching?"

"Today's about you, you choose," you tell him, giving him the remote and grabbing the bowl of popcorn from earlier.

"You're letting me choose?" he asks, his eyes widening. "Today is definitely for the books."

"Do it before I change my mind."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," you say before thinking.

You both look at each other, shocked at what you said and how it made him feel. His cheeks redden even more, and yours do too.

"Is it weird that..." he starts, scratching the back of his neck, "I sort of like it when you call me that?"