Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - cold and wet

Summary: You love the rain, and this is something Bucky learns about you that he'll keep all to himself.

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Before moving to New York, where I'd grown up there was barely any rain. Maybe two weeks out of the whole year were rainy days, leaving the other fifty weeks to plain dry weather. There was no snow, either, making my first Christmas in New York that much more magical. But the rain is what I truly clung to - it was like I was in a whole other world when I stood in the rain. So when I'd been woken up from my sleep at 2 o'clock in the morning to a low rumble of thunder, I smiled.

I sat up, pushing off my blanket and stretching out my arms and back before climbing out of bed. I fixed my crooked t-shirt and shorts, leaving my feet bare as I wandered down the hall to the elevator. I took it up to the roof, walking those few steps under the canopy before I felt the warm raindrops soaking through my black shirt. The roof was warm as well, the night air being relatively warm this time of year. I felt a wave of calm run over me, engulfing me in a feeling of deep relaxation, one I couldn't recreate. I stretched my arms out to either side of me, spinning slowly as my clothes and hair were drenched in the natural water. A slow breeze washed over my wet face as I closed my eyes and tilted my head up to the sky.

"You'll catch a cold out here, if you're not careful, Y/n," a warm, silky voice said from behind me. I knew that voice anywhere.

"I'm not too worried about it," I replied simply. "I like the rain."

"I could tell, doll," he said with a light chuckle. I loved it when Bucky laughed like that. It made the world seem brighter.

"What brings you up here so late?" I say, still facing away from him, letting the rain soak into my skin.

"Wonderin' what you were up to," Bucky said, his tone genuine. "You?"

"Enjoying the rain."

"You're the only person I know who enjoys being in the rain," he said with a mix of a chuckle and a sigh. "Most people don't like it because it's cold and wet."

"I guess that's why I like it," I replied.

"You must have a liking for the things no one else likes, then," Bucky told me.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, to start, you're friends with me." I turned around at last, facing Bucky as his eyes grew sad and drifted away from me.

"Bucky..." I said, pity in my tone. "Don't say that. Someone with as much damage done to them and can still come out of it with a pure, loving heart... We don't deserve your kindness, Bucky. You could hate the world and call bullshit on how much we care about you, but you don't. You let us care about you, and I know you care about us. So don't talk yourself down like that... please."

"Thank you, Y/n," Bucky said softly. "I needed that, thank you."

"Come dance with me, Bucky," I offered, holding my hand out for him to take.

"In the rain?" He asked, pointing a vibranium finger towards the sky.

"Yeah, in the rain," I said. "Maybe you'll learn to love it as much as I do."

"But there's no music playing," Bucky acknowledged.

"Well that's the beauty of it," I told him. "We'll dance to our own melody. C'mon, it'll be fun."

He sighed, hesitating for a moment before taking my hand. I dragged him out from under the canopy and the rain began to soak into his clothes and hair and settled into his skin. I stopped in the middle of the roof, pulling him gently towards me and putting one hand on his shoulder, holding the other one up with my fingers intertwined with his set of flesh ones. His vibranium hand rested on my waist with less grip than his real hand on mine, like he was scared of his own arm.

I took hold of his metal forearm, pressing his hand firmly onto my waist, telling him without words that I wasn't afraid of it. I settled my hand back on his shoulder, but closer to his neck this time. He let his head rest on top of mine, and mine fell against his chest as he swayed us slowly from side to side. For a few long moments, we stood there, gently rocking left and right, our embrace keeping the other warm as a cool breeze blew past. Bucky took a step back, looking down at me with the storm reflecting off his gentle, ocean blue eyes. Without warning, he spun me around an pulled me closer still, and as feather-light as possible, he placed his lips against mine.

Butterflies soared through my stomach at the gentle pressure on my lips, and I kissed him back with no hesitation. I'd waited so long to kiss him, to tell him how much I'd loved him from the moment we met. All the slow breakfast conversations, to drunken laughing and story-telling, to late night talks and hugs when he had nightmares. All of that led up to this moment, where I was too nervous to tell him how much I liked him, but anxious about keeping it a secret forever and never being able to call him mine. But now, dancing in the rain, he was kissing me, and I was kissing him.

He pulled away sooner than I hoped for, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Y/n, if that was-"

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, wrapping both of my hands around his neck and pulling him back into the kiss, smiling. I could feel him smiling too, which made my heart swell. Bucky's arms snaked around my waist, holding me as close to him as he could. I wanted this moment to last forever, so I memorized the feeling of his lips, the rain in his hair, his rhythmic breathing, his neck, his arms, his body. I wanted to remember everything. It was too perfect to forget.

He pulled away again, but until neither of us could breathe. He panted slightly, smiling as his forehead pressed against mine. "I think I might just like the rain now."

"Well, let's hope it rains here more often, then," I replied.

"If it means I get to kiss you in it, then hell yes."

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