Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Midnight Swims

Summary: you love swimming, but you only go at night after you know for certain everyone in the tower is asleep. One night, you have company. The thing is, you're never wearing a swimsuit. Over the next few nights, there's two of you in the pool. Everything is normal, until one night, when it all changes.

Warnings: language, a brief sexy scene

Length: 1.1k

You've always loved swimming, but you've always been self conscious of your body. You never really swam when you're with others. 

That's why you swam in the pool in the tower late at night, after you knew for a fact everyone was asleep. It was the third night in a row you were in here. The last three nights, you were by yourself the entire time. 

You expected to be alone again. Unfortunately, you were wrong. 

You didn't hear the door open or close, and you sure as hell didn't hear the footsteps on the pool deck. You only noticed you had company when you felt ripples in the water coming from across the pool.

Startled, you looked up. The last person you expected to see was Bucky. He sat on the edge of the pool and dangled his legs in. He either hadn't noticed you, or was ignoring you. 

You made sure to stay as far away from him as you could. You didn't need him knowing you weren't wearing your swimsuit. 

"Nice swimsuit." 

You looked over at Bucky, startled. 

"Pervert." You huffed.

"What can I say?" He slid in the water and swam over to you. "You're cute." 

You backed away as your insecurities rushed over you. "Don't touch me." 

"Why?" He inched closer to you. "You're an affectionate person. What changed?"

"D-don't touch me." You stammered. "Please." 

"What's wrong?" His expression changed.

Your heart raced in your chest. "Please don't touch me." 

He backed away. "I'm not going to." 

You pressed yourself into the corner. 

Bucky looked at you. "Do you want your towel?" 

You nodded. "P-please."

He pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed your towel. He set it on the edge of the pool and gave you a slight smile. He walked out, leaving you alone. 

After you were certain he was gone, you climbed out of the pool and dried off. You grabbed your swimsuit before you hurried back to your room for the night. 

Five out of the next seven nights were spent in the pool. Four of those nights, you weren't wearing your swimsuit. Three of those nights, Bucky showed up.

He didn't pay any attention to you, or so you thought. 

You wouldn't notice the quick half-second glances he stole of you. You kept your back to him almost all the time, and stayed underwater as much as you could. 

You popped up for air, only to discover Bucky a few feet in front of you.

"Hi." You squeaked, your face flushing red. 

"Hi." He whispered back. He was silent for a few seconds. "You know, you're beautiful." 

Your face went from red to scarlet. "I...I don't know what you're saying."