Unexpected News - Bucky Barnes X Reader

Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

Worry - Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1351 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Featuring: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Warnings: slight angst Requested by anon “what’s up ;) lmao that was weird anyways, how would you feel about making a tony stark oneshot/imagine (because he doesn’t get enough love) where maybe the reader is dating tony and he has kept her in a safe house also (like clint does) and they find out about her after the location has been compromised and she was attacked/killed ;)) wow I’m angsty af and this was very descriptive sorry!!! love you and your writing!!” Authors Note: I love writing cute Tony so this was a must.

Masterlist.

“Yes, Tony, I’m perfectly fine.” You smiled into the phone, as you cooked yourself lunch.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You laughed. “What has got you so freaked out?”

“I don’t know, I’m just, scared.” He sighed.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s called a safe house for a reason, remember?” You told him, as you continued to make a sandwich.

“I guess you’re right.” Tony said, quietly. Tony took a page out of Barton’s book and put you in a safe house when you two fell in love and things started to get dangerous. Being engaged, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. It anyone to know that you existed- not even his teammates.

“I’m babysitting the Barton children today, remember? We’ll be fine.” You reminded him. Okay, Clint was the only one who knew you existed, which was okay. Tony trusted him, since he does have a family. And it gave you a chance to make friends with the family and their children- and be able to babysit.

“Be careful.” Tony said.

“Stark?” You heard a voice- probably Steve Rogers.

“Yeah?” Tony answered, moving the phone away a bit.

“Are you on the phone?” He asked.

“Mhm.” Tony said.

“Is it important?”

You could hear Tony sigh. “I guess, not.”

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Sparrows and Iron (Part Eight)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Well… This got uncontrollably long.. Be forewarned, this part was mostly filler and explanation, but the next two are going to start getting to the angst plot. My favorite kind… Enjoy the fluff while it lasts!

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Previous Parts: One~Two~Three~Four~Five~Six~Seven

Word Count: 1,701

Explosions and gunfire raged around the Avengers. The HYDRA base was heavily defended, but the team had come prepared. They were spread out all over the area, each working on wearing down the enemy defenses.

Nat, get over to Wanda. She’s about to be overrun!” (Y/N) shouted to her friend. “I can handle the situation here.”

As if to prove her point, she used her wings to twist herself upwards, kicking two stray agents into unconsciousness on her way down.

“I got this, go!”

Natasha nodded and ran off to find the mind reader.

“Hey Tony!” (Y/N) called through the comms. “Clint is gonna need a lift in about 30 seconds, northeast corner of the roof!”

“I’m on it.” came the reply.

“(Y/N), what  else have you got for me?” asked Steve’s voice.

She paused to fend off an agent.

“Not much, as far as inner defenses.” she yelled back. “I’m still not too great at controlling what I see, and battles are harder to predict since there’s so many variables that are constantly changing.”

“I understand.” the Captain replied. “We’ll just have to face it the old-fashioned way.”

“Right up your alley then, Rogers.” (Y/N) snarked.

“Haha, very funny, Agent X. You’ve been spending too much time with Stark.”

“Well,” she replied, dropping an agent off the roof, “He is my boyfriend, Cap.”

-One Year Ago-

(Y/N) woke in a hospital bed with a sleepy Tony dozing at her side. Blinking the rest from her eyes, she nudged his hand with her own, jolting him awake.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, sitting up. “You’re okay!”

He smiled, but then it dropped.

“I- I thought…”

Before he could continue, Natasha walked through the door.

“Well, Stark? How is-”

She cut off, noticing (Y/N)’s consciousness.

“You’re awake, I see.

(Y/N) shyly nodded, her uncovered wings nervously drawing closer to her body. Then, she spoke.

“How long was I…”

“About twelve hours.” the redhead shrugged. “You should have seen, Stark, he practically had a meltdown when they said it might be a while before you woke.”

Tony shot her a glare.

“I did not…”

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but (Y/N) could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a brief pause, she addressed the assassin.

“I believe you had some questions for me, Agent Romanoff?”

Natasha seemed somewhat surprised by her eagerness.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest up a bit first?”

(Y/N) shook her head, readjusting her wings as she sat up.

“No. I think it’s time to be honest with you.” she said, glancing at Tony. “All of you. After all, if I don’t trust you, how can I expect any of you to trust me?”

The spy thought about this for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay. But since you haven’t been cleared by Banner or Cho yet, the team is gonna have to come in here.”

(Y/N) smiled.

“Good thing this hospital room is so big then.”

Nat smirked. She had to give the girl some credit for having a sense of humor despite her circumstances.

“In that, case, I better go round everyone up.” she replied.

With that, the spy turned and walked out, leaving the pair alone.

There was a slight pause. Tony cleared his throat.

“So, um…” he trailed off.

“You were worried about me?” (Y/N) teased lightly.

He cleared his throat again.

“Maybe just a little bit…”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Okay, I was worried.” he admitted.

“But I knew you’d be alright.”

He hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something else.

“Is the great Tony Stark at a loss for words?” she joked, smiling slightly.

But Tony remained serious.

“Yeah, I guess I am… Who woulda thought, right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “The playboy billionaire, no strings attached, got caught in a mess of heart strings.”

He looked at her sincerely.

“I play it cool, pretending like I got my act together, but one glance at you and I’m suddenly a hot mess.”

Tony sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you so suddenly… I’ll just-”

“No Tony, I understand. I… It’s the same with me.” (Y/N) admitted, turning slightly pink.

Tony looked up, suddenly filled with hope. He reached over and took her hand in his, grinning like a kid on Christmas day. He leaned forward a bit, closing the gap between them.

“Well in that case, I-”

Just then, the door opened to reveal Natasha and the rest of the Avengers. The redhead raised an eyebrow, taking in their close proximity.

“I hope we’re not interrupting anything…” she smirked.

(Y/N) went bright red as the team filled the room.

“By the way,” Nat added, glancing at Tony, “Bucky just got back from his solo mission. He’s here to meet the new recruit.”

Her choice of wording was quite purposeful. She shot a small smile to (Y/N) who responded similarly. However, her face dropped when Bucky came in. She didn’t panic, but she started breathing deeply as if to calm herself. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly, but (Y/N) didn’t display any emotion.

When Bucky caught sight of her, he seemed confused, as if he were trying to remember something important. Then, his face showed guilt and regret.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

“What?” Tony asked, looking between the pair.

(Y/N) turned to him shakily, her voice unsteady.

“When I was with HYDRA…”

She swallowed nervously, hesitating.

“I knew the Winter Soldier.”

Tony frowned, glaring at Bucky.

“Knew how?

(Y/N) shook her head, unable to speak.

“I tortured her.” Bucky stated emotionlessly, staring at the floor.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.” (Y/N) comforted softly.

He looked up, as if he couldn’t believe that she was so quick to forgive him. (Y/N) smiled, though there was a solemn air to it.

“You know, I never even knew your name… Bucky, is it?” she asked, glancing at Natasha for confirmation.

Bucky nodded.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you properly.” she said, holding out her hand.

He slowly came over and shook with her.

“Likewise.”

Releasing her grip, she sighed.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to tell you all my story… There are some parts that even I don’t know, so bear with me, if you would.

“I was created by HYDRA, scrapped together from some mutant DNA, just because they could. I was meant to be a weapon, but my mother apparently realized the error of her loyalties. She defected from HYDRA and tracked down my father.”

(Y/N) paused.

“I, um… My father and I never met my mother. She died to protect our identities.

“My powers were quite apparent, even towards the beginning of my childhood. My father helped me to keep control of them, but… There were variables that even he couldn’t have predicted.

“I joined a group of people who were like me. Mutants, I mean. I used my abilities to protect humans, similar to what you do here. I was doing something good, helping people. But HYDRA found me.

“I suppose they must have found some of my blood from when I’d been wounded at one of the sites… and they registered it as mine. So they set a trap for me, and that’s how I wound up their prisoner.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, almost reluctant to continue. She dropped her gaze, suddenly fixatedd on playing with the seam of the hospital blanket.

“That’s… how I met the Soldier. HYDRA wanted information, you see. Wanted to know where I’d been, how my mother got me away from them…”

She took a deep breath.

“I couldn’t…” her voice broke. “I had to protect my family.”

FInally, she looked up to Tony.

“It was the only thing that kept me going, really. KNowing that I was keeping them safe.”

(Y/N) turned to Bucky.

“I never blamed you, or hated you for what you did. Because of my powers, I knew a bit about what they had done to you. You were just as much a prisoner as I was. But in your future… I knew things would get better.”

She smiled a little.

“SHIELD found me and, well, here we are.”

The Avengers, who had been listening intently, remained silent, somewhat moved by what they’d heard.

“You haven’t explained about your powers yet.” Natasha observed. “Why you’re so afraid them, what happened when you lost control…”

“I’d rather not ever speak of that, if you don’t mind.” (Y/N) replied, shaking her head. “It brings up… bad memories.”

The team nodded in understanding. Then, Bucky spoke up.

“What’s your father’s name? We could find him for you. I’m sure he’ll want to know you’re alive.”

(Y/N)’s face grew somber.

“I- I think he’s dead.”

Breathing deeply, she continued, “We had a special bond, you see. I could always sense his mind, but now… I don’t know if it’s just something that HYDRA did, or…”

She paused, struggling to keep her voice even.

“He was already an old man when I was taken. The news of my capture was most likely the tipping point.”

She chuckled sadly, wiping away the tears that had come to her eyes.

“His students used to call him ‘Professor X’… but he was always Papa to me. He used to call me his little Sparrow.”

(Y/N) looked to the Avengers with sudden composure.

“I’d like to think he’d be proud of me if he could see me now…” she sighed, then her face lit up as if she’d just thought of something.

“He would’ve liked you all, though.”

She smiled, glancing down briefly.

“You said you were part of a team?” Steve asked.

(Y/N) nodded. Exchanging a glance with Natasha, the Captain continued.

“How would you feel about joining ours?”

A joyful grin spread across the mutant’s face.

“Well…” she began, “I’m a bit out of practice, but I suppose I could give it a try.”

Natasha smiled.

“Welcome to the team, Sparrow.”

“Does it ever stop hurting?” “No, you just make room for it.”

A/N: This is the first piece that I’ve ever written for MCU and also the first piece that I have ever dared to publish. I don’t have anyone to proofread my work so I but I hope that you like it. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). 

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Reader and Bucky share moments of silence when recovering from nightmares and sleepless nights. Angst/Fluff (still trying to fully grasp the idea of types)

Warnings: none.. bad writing? 

Word count: 818

You gasped for air as you woke up from a bad nightmare. They were getting worse. Ever since you got back from that mission you’d been getting very bad nightmares, worse than the usual. It was understandable, that mission took a lot out of you and you were full of guilt. Hydra had taken you away, experimented on you, made you do things you didn’t want to do. You killed 15 people while under Hydra’s influence, with the drug they tested on you which made them control you. This lasted 5 months before your teammates, the avengers found you again.

Everyone was glad to find out that you had kept your memory once they were able to retract the substance Hydra had injected in you. You were too, but that also meant that you remembered every single person that you killed. You remembered their faces, how they begged for mercy and it haunted you. Every night they would appear in your nightmares and it scared you to know what you were capable off, drugged or not. What hurt the most was to feel the pain and finally understand at some level what your friend Bucky had to go through. You only knew a fraction off it, and it hurt you to know how much affect it had. It always had though, you always felt for him. You turned the on the lamp on your bed side table and looked around before standing up from your bed. You threw on a hoodie before you went down to the kitchen. You looked at the clock on the oven before reaching for the fridge, it was only 3am. 

 ‘’Hey Y/N’’ you jumped at the man’s voice causing you to drop the milk you were holding. You turned around to look at him. ‘’You scared the shit out of me, Bucky’’ you whisper trying not wake the others, if dropping the milk hadn’t already. You grabbed a towel to clean up the mess you had made while Bucky sat down by the kitchen island opposite where you were standing. 

‘’Couldn’t sleep?’’ Bucky asked after you threw the towel in the sink thinking you’d clean it up better tomorrow. You threw the empty carton away before grabbing a new one from the fridge.

,,No, not really, and you?’’ you answered as you take a moment to look at him. He seemed drained of energy as he shook his head. ‘’would you like some milk?’’ you asked as you poured milk in two glasses, not waiting on him to answer. Once you had poured into the glasses you handed one over to Bucky who shot you a weak but a genuine smile. You walked around the table and sat next to him. 

The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment drinking your milk and grabbing a few biscuits from the jar on the table. You took a moment to look at him while he sat there, contemplating how to approach him. The two of you had become close way before Hydra took you away. Neither one of you may have expressed it but you felt it in the way he treated you and approached you that you were someone that he trusted and that he was someone that you could trust. You considered each others as good friends, good allies and you felt comfortable in each others presence. 

‘’Does it ever stop hurting?’’ The words came out of your mouth before you could even think about it. You immediately regretted asking it, you didn’t want to disturb him any more and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer to that question. 

He looked at you quite shocked at first but as you watched him you could see that he relaxed. He looked at you sympathetically before answering you ‘’No you just make room for it’’. You only looked down at your empty glass with a blank expression trying to process how the two of you always ended up sitting by this table, drinking your milk, trying to get over the nightmares. 

‘’But having someone like you helps me forget’’ your heart jumped at his words. You looked up at him and he gave you a bright smile. He hesitated, looking into your eyes before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You felt your cheeks get warm and red at the sudden affection which Bucky hadn’t shown you before. As he pulled away you looked at each others eyes and before you knew it you pulled Bucky closer and your lips crashed with his. He was a bit taken back by that kiss but it didn’t take him long to bring his hand to the back of your neck pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You thought to yourself that in that moment the hurting stopped..

Colors [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Word count: 740

Warnings: Angst

Storyline: Imagine based on the song by Halsey ‘Colors’.

Request: Hey! Can I have a Bucky songfic for Colors by Halsey? Sorry, I know you’ve been getting a lot of songfics lately, but I feel like it’s going to be really cool. Love you, by the way!

Author’s note: I’ve been obsessed with this song for a while now but I actually didn’t know the real meaning behind the song, And apparently, this song is about The 1975′s frontman Matty Healy. It has a bittersweet meaning. I thought that the real meaning didn’t adapt to well to Bucky so I did my own thing. I don’t think the fic follows the song in a matter of meaning but I think it follows the rhythm of the song. I have to say it’s a weird fic so, bear with me.

Masterlist / To Do List

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her TV show. You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old

I observed him as the nurses and Steve tried to calm him down. After the nightmare he had, Bucky had woken up without knowing who he really was and thinking that he was still the Winter Soldier, the monster who was controlled by HYDRA.

Steve tried to talk some sense into him but Bucky wasn’t listening. Even though he had never said it out loud, Steve loved Bucky was a brother. His actions made it clear and he thought that materialize those words wasn’t going to change anything. Perhaps he was right but a part of me liked to think that maybe, just maybe, if Steve said it out loud, Bucky would come back. I had tried and he didn’t come back. Maybe Steve was the one who could bring him back.

One of the nurse managed to put a tract on his arm and, seconds later, Bucky collapsed on bed, completely drugged and, finally, in peace.

You’re dripping like a saturated sunlight. You’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink

Although Steve made me promise him I wouldn’t enter the room, as soon as he left, I went inside, walked towards the bed and took the human hand into mine. “Hello Bucky,” I murmured.

Bucky smiled but I knew he wasn’t smiling to me or for me. As much as it hurt me, Bucky was drugged. It was the only way we had to control him. We could also put him in a cryogenic state but Steve didn’t want and I was glad about it because I didn’t want it either. I loved that Bucky was there with us, even if he wasn’t really him.

Despite all of that, I still loved him. Maybe he wasn’t my Bucky, but he had the look of the man I had fallen in love with. And I knew that if someday he regained consciousness, he would regret everything he had done while being controlled by HYDRA.

Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I’m covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams. And it’s blue

I knew I was dreaming as soon as I saw Bucky appear in that music festival. But I didn’t care, it was the only moment I could be happy with him. I welcomed him with one of my best smiles and soon his arms were wrapped around my body and swayed me to the beat of music.

I lifted my head to look at him and I smiled when I saw his blue eyes staring at me with the intensity that characterized him. I raised one of my hands and I placed it on his face. I caressed it with tenderness and soon, his hands cupped my face and he kissed me. He kissed at me as if was going to be our last kiss. With passion, lust, despair.

Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means

Suddenly, his lips stopped moving and he dropped his hands. His eyes looked at me as if I was a complete stranger.

“No, not again,” I said in a gasp. “Bucky, it’s me. Y/N.”

You were a vision in the morning when the lights came through. I know I’ve only feel religion when I’m lying with you. You said you’ll never be forgiven ‘til your boys are too and I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you

My eyes opened when I heard a loud noise. I got up of bed and I left my bedroom, founding a trail of bodies. “Bucky,” I mumbled as I started to run. I run. I run as much as I could before it was too late.

I bumped against his chest but before I could fall, he grabbed me by the arm.

You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you

His eyes looked at me and I wanted him to recognize me. But he pushed me away and kept walking.

Ten years of Marvel Studios

Hi there! My period is hitting me like a truck, could I please request fluffy Bucky? Maybe like reader and him go grocery shopping for ice cream or something? I'm in dire need of some fluff. Thank you very much dearie 😊💕

You were in that painful and awful day of the month, lying on your stomach and hugging one of the pillows, a failed attempt to make yourself feel better but, in fact, while you were like that nothing would get better. You stayed like that until the moon came to the sky, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to make the pain go away. You heard your door open and quietly footsteps getting closer to you, the mattress lowered slightly with the weight and then you felt your boyfriend scent. He stroked your hair, taking it out of your face and kissed your head.

“Baby, do you wanna go to the grocery with me? There’s a new ice cream flavour.” he murmured quiet, tenderly smiling when you moved a little so you could look at him.

“Can you bring to me? I’m not feeling well.” you tried not to whine about your period but Bucky was always trying to spoil you. So there you were pouting and making him nod carefully.

“Sure thing, doll. I’ll come back in one minute.” Bucky kissed your forehead and then left you alone again.

You didn’t know exactly how long you waited, but when you were finally drifting off to sleep you heard Bucky come in. You grumbled sleepily as the light turned on, but soon you rested your hands on the mattress to lift and turn your body, so you could sit and lean back against the headboard. Bucky smiled sweetly, taking the ice cream pots, chocolate and Doritos from the bag and them walking in your direction. He sat in your empty side, placing the food in front of him so he could open one of the ice cream and give to you. Silently, you accepted and took one scoop of the sweet, closing your eyes when you felt the coffee and nut touch your tongue. Bucky placed his arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him and thus let you more comfortable. You hummed happily after almost all day feeling grumpy, and you knew that you were lucky to have a man to spoil you like that.

“Did you liked the new flavour?” he whispered quietly and you just nodded, too concentred in finishing your ice cream and Bucky chuckled “There’s another one here, but do you wanna eat Doritos first? And watch some movie?”

“I love you so much… You know that, right?” you sighed, hiding for a moment your face in the curve of his neck, your cold breath causing him chills and making him giggled.

“I love you too, baby.”

(Masterlist)