Worth The Risk (bucky barnes x reader fanfiction)

Part Twelve

You sat curled up in the large armchair in the corner of your room, legs draped over the side and a mug of cold tea balanced haphazardly on the windowsill beside you.

The weather had been getting better recently and with the sun finally out (but the cold still present) you had decided to spend your morning laying in the sunshine with one of your favourite books. Hours went by without your noticing, much too absorbed in your book and the new CD Sam had bought you playing in the background to care.

But by noon, your stomach was rumbling and so you stood, making your way over to your dresser and pulling out a cliff bar. Tony had scolded you many times before for keeping food in your room but you honestly couldn't care less; sometimes it was just too much of a hassle to leave in search of food.

Letting yourself fall back into your seat, you opened your snack and watched the clouds go by. You were zoning out again which wasn't hard to do in this weather and the comfort of your room.

A few minutes later though a knock on the door distracted you and, throwing the now empty wrapper in the trash, you walked over to let Sam in.

Bucky walked as fast as he could through the halls of the tower, wringing his hands together nervously as he made his way towards your bedroom.

Finally coming to a stop in front of your door, he immediately knocked. He heard the rustling of your movements from the other side of the door and took a deep breath in, clamping his eyes shut to calm down before readying himself. It was only then that he realized he still didn't know what he was going to say but he didn't have time to worry as the door suddenly swung open in front him.

Bucky watched as the smile on your lips faltered and dropped as you took him in, but before you could shut the door in panic he shot his hand forward to catch it.

"Please, don't." he pleaded, noting the curious yet guarded look in your eyes.

Your hand on the door relaxed slightly and Bucky spoke up once again.

"I need to talk to you." He explained, voice low. "Please let me in."

You paused for a second, searching his eyes before dropping your hand from the door and stepping back with a nod.

He awkwardly let himself in as he slowly took in his surroundings and you bit your lip nervously, beyond confused by the entire situation.

You had no clue why Bucky was suddenly at your door; you hadn't held a proper conversation with him in god knows how long. In fact, the two of you had been actively avoiding one another on and off for over two months. There was no plausible explanation as to why he was standing in front of you at that very moment.

You frowned and waited for him to speak.

"I – uh," he began softly, looking down at the floor in embarrassment as he spoke. "Pam told me that it was really you who put together the birthday party..."

There was a pause as you processed his words. "oh."

Of all the things he could have said, you honestly hadn't been expecting that.

"And I wanted to apologize for how I've been treating you since we got to New York." He continued.

Your mouth opened slightly as you stared at him in shock, thoughts racing a thousand miles per hour. You were overjoyed, yes, but you were also very confused. You'd given up on him, accepted the fact that he didn't want you in his life even as a friend, yet here he was. You were at a complete loss for words.

"Please say something."

His voice was strained, nervous.

"I just..." you began, frowning as you tried to form coherent sentences despite your shock. "I wasn't expecting this."