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And suddenly, your thoughts were screeching to a halt.
James Buchanan Barnes, read the plaque, born 1917. Best Friend of Captain Steve Rogers
It couldn't be, but as sure as it was, that was his face on the sign. His expression, the resolve in his eyes was clearly evident. There was no mistaking it; that was Bucky.
And yet you couldn't seem to grasp it. It was beyond your comprehension that Bucky was the one in the picture. It didn't make sense.
You could hear your hear-beat thrum in your ears as you turned slowly, ever so slowly, to face the dark haired soldier.
"Bucky...?" You whispered, you voice sounding so much more fragile and weak than intended.
Bucky stared back at you, his eyes wide and trapped. His entire body was stiff, hands clenched at his sides, as if he was expecting you to attack him. His eyes flicked from your form to the picture on the wall, his mouth stiffening into a taut line. He looked back to you expectantly, waiting for you to take the offense.
But instead, you found yourself walking forward; slowly at first, then gradually drawing nearer to him. He flinched as you raised a hand to his face, as surprised as you were when it rested against his cheek.
His dark eyes stared down at you, for once totally astonished at the small gesture. Dark orbs bore into your own, and you couldn't help the softening of your features as you finally realized that it was not shock in his expression, but fear.
And yet, as you touched him, his warm skin underneath your palm, you could see his features begin to relax. His eyes softened, muscles going soft under your touch. His expression changed into something you could not place, a mix of emotions hard to decipher.
"Bucky, how?" You murmured.
He didn't answer. Instead, something along the lines of pain filled his eyes. You could feel your chest hurt as he looked at you, his eyes signaling the terrible distress he felt inside.
You waited for him to speak, for the answers to come spilling from his mouth, but he was silent. He did, however, turn his head so his lips barely grazed the heel of your palm. His eyes went half lidded, and his left hand came up to place itself over the back on yours.
Only then, did he whisper your name. Only then did you realize your heart skipped a beat.
And moments later, all hell broke loose.
James Buchanan Barnes, read the plaque, born 1917. Best Friend of Captain Steve Rogers
It couldn't be, but as sure as it was, that was his face on the sign. His expression, the resolve in his eyes was clearly evident. There was no mistaking it; that was Bucky.
And yet you couldn't seem to grasp it. It was beyond your comprehension that Bucky was the one in the picture. It didn't make sense.
You could hear your hear-beat thrum in your ears as you turned slowly, ever so slowly, to face the dark haired soldier.
"Bucky...?" You whispered, you voice sounding so much more fragile and weak than intended.
Bucky stared back at you, his eyes wide and trapped. His entire body was stiff, hands clenched at his sides, as if he was expecting you to attack him. His eyes flicked from your form to the picture on the wall, his mouth stiffening into a taut line. He looked back to you expectantly, waiting for you to take the offense.
But instead, you found yourself walking forward; slowly at first, then gradually drawing nearer to him. He flinched as you raised a hand to his face, as surprised as you were when it rested against his cheek.
His dark eyes stared down at you, for once totally astonished at the small gesture. Dark orbs bore into your own, and you couldn't help the softening of your features as you finally realized that it was not shock in his expression, but fear.
And yet, as you touched him, his warm skin underneath your palm, you could see his features begin to relax. His eyes softened, muscles going soft under your touch. His expression changed into something you could not place, a mix of emotions hard to decipher.
"Bucky, how?" You murmured.
He didn't answer. Instead, something along the lines of pain filled his eyes. You could feel your chest hurt as he looked at you, his eyes signaling the terrible distress he felt inside.
You waited for him to speak, for the answers to come spilling from his mouth, but he was silent. He did, however, turn his head so his lips barely grazed the heel of your palm. His eyes went half lidded, and his left hand came up to place itself over the back on yours.
Only then, did he whisper your name. Only then did you realize your heart skipped a beat.
And moments later, all hell broke loose.
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Winter Soldier x Reader (10) {Spoilers}
The morning was awkwardly silent, but that was only to be expected. After the situation from earlier, some silence was nice. That meant that you didn’t have to talk about anything. You didn’t mind that. You and Bucky ditched the car in some parking lot for the cops to find, and bought the very expensive train tickets. You’d finally gotten to see how Bucky was paying for everything. Somehow, he’d wired a lot of people’s bank accounts into one card; so he was taking a little bit from everyone. But, to save money, you decided to share a train compartment. There was no more complaining to be done now, just waiting. S
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Winter Soldier x Reader (12) {Spoilers}
♫ I’ll never smile again, until I smile at you. ♫
You opened your eyes. Cool, fluffy blankets were wrapped around you. You were in Bucky’s bunk. The lower one. An old-sounding song was playing throughout the compartment- one of the songs from your iPod. Bucky was playing with it, seeming to be figuring it out. As you sat up, you winced. The entire left side of your body was aching from your fall the night before. Your arm most of all.
“Would you like me to help you now?” He didn’t even look up from the technological device as he spoke.
“Would you? It hurts.” He nodded briefly and came
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Winter Soldier x Reader (11) {Spoilers}
“AUUUGHHHH. Buckyyyyy, I’m bored.”
You were hanging upside down off the top bunk in the compartment. Most of the day was spent in a polite sort of manner with Bucky. Like normal people would treat each other. But after six hours straight of riding, you were going crazy. When Bucky would get especially impatient, he would send you on a journey to explore the train. So now you knew the thing backwards and forwards. Every closet, every hiding place. You weren’t going to lie, it would be a damn fun place to play hide and seek. There were even seats that had amazing glass windows where you could watch the scenery go by. Si
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