#her ass would kill jimmy given the chance I do not think she would happily keep that baby

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ok I’m really not trying to act like I hate other interpretations of Anya and curly but omfggggg I’m like sitting here biting my fist at some of these posts dude. what do you mean Anya and curly could be a happy family. what do you mean she seems like she’d keep the baby. what do you mean she seemed like she forgave curly ?!?!?!???!??!?! what !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? girlie they r not healing together I’m sorry he’s literally half the reason their asses ended up dead in the middle of space 😭😭😭😭

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My Eyes - Part 10

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 5,421

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On...

“Nat, for the last time, I’m not going to your birthday party.” Bucky and Nat were sparring in the gym.

“But it’s my birthday! You have to do anything I ask!” She retorted as he blocked yet another one of her attacks.

They had been going at it for an hour now and they were both breathing heavily. Bucky was just wearing baggy short and no shirt. Nat was only wearing a sports bra and capri leggings. Despite being half dressed and covered in sweat, there was zero sexual tension in the room. It was all training and business.

“Can’t I just buy you a gift? I’ll even get you a cake!” Bucky offered.

Nat shook her head. “Nope. The only gift I’ll accept is you attending my birthday party.”

“Romanoff… It ain’t happening.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

Then she gave him her infamous smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to fight for it.”

Bucky narrowed his gaze. “Fine.”

“I win, you come to my party and you even let me pick out your outfit. You win, and you don’t even have to get me a gift.” Nat offered.

Bucky moved to a fighting stance. “You got yourself a deal.”

Nat didn’t need any other cue and lunged for him. Most recruits were terrified to fight Bucky. It was mostly she, Sam, and T’Challa that were brace enough. But the royal king was rarely at the compound to fill in.

Nat had to admit, most days, Bucky had the upper hand. He had brute strength on his side, not to mention the metal arm. He was almost twice her height and was a good enough sniper to rival Clint.

But the Black Widow was trained to be a woman fighting men. She was resourceful and went into every fight knowing she was more likely to lose… And that was exactly why she rarely did.

Nat was mostly on the defense, biding her time until she saw the perfect window to take Bucky down. He was oblivious to this specific tactic and was naïve to think that it would be over soon.

Then she caught it. Bucky pulled a punch from his metal arm and it set off his perfect balance just a sliver. Nat threw a kick at the exact spot that would further mess up his equilibrium. The point wasn’t for the kick to actually do any damage. But once she was controlling where the weight of his body was, she went in for the kill. She sprinted forward and her legs formed into a flying scissor, wrapping around Bucky’s neck. Using her body weight to her advantage, she twisted her torso and used all her strength to pull Bucky down to the ground.

Despite this being her infamous style of fighting, she still managed to surprise her teammates with it.

With both of them on the ground, Nat still had the upper hand. Bucky’s neck was in a vice-like grip between her muscular legs. She tightened her grip, choking him. He tried to get out of her hold. But the angle was too strange for even his metal arm to escape from it. His face was going pink from lack of oxygen.

“I can’t wait to pick out your outfit.” Nat commented cheekily. Then she released him.

“I hate that fucking move…” Bucky muttered under his breath.

Nat smiled as she grabbed her water bottle and walked out of the gym.

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Bucky was grateful that Nat’s birthday party was a more casual than the usual Avenger events. Bucky usually snuck his way out of most of them. Clearly, this was not one of those times.

Nat was true to her word and made Bucky wear exactly what she wanted. He ended up in dark wash jeans, a crisp white button up, and combat boots. But Nat claimed it was the grungy motorcycle jacket that completed the outfit. Bucky had already owned all of the clothes, but apparently he didn’t know how to combine them to her liking. She even made him let her do his hair. By the end of her efforts, she said he looked like a 90s heartthrob. Like always, the reference went over his head. A bet was a bet, and he had followed through. At least in these clothes he could actually breathe.

There were a couple hundred guests. Apparently being a spy with multiple identities got you a lot of friends. There were a lot of SHIELD agents, but there seemed to be some normal civilians too.

The compound had extra security service for events like these. After the whole situation with Ultron, Tony got a little uptight about having guests.

Bucky’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of Thor across the room. Even when he was wearing Midgardian clothing, he still stuck out like the godly being he was. Bucky left his quiet and secluded corner to approach him.  

“Thor, please tell me you have that Asgardian liquor on you.” Bucky pleaded.

“Ah! James! It is good to see you too!” Thor pushed sarcasm as his friend bypassed the polite greeting.

“Right. Sorry, Thor. Hi, how are you?” Bucky’s cheeks reddened slightly. It was these stupid parties to blame for he rudeness. He hated them.

Thor seemed to pick up on his stress and patted him on the shoulder. “I only jest, my friend. Of course I have my famed spirits.�� Without further conversation, Thor grabbed an empty glass from a passing waiter and filled it halfway.

Bucky thanked him graciously. Once he had a few sips, he allowed himself to relax and conversed with Thor. A few more sips and he realized he was starting to enjoy himself.

Then he happened to glance at the entrance and spotted a beautiful woman entering. He did a double take: the beautiful woman was Y/N.

Bucky quickly turned his back so she couldn’t spot him. His eyes searched the crowd for Natasha. Chugging the rest of his liquid and slamming it down on the nearest surface, Bucky excused himself from his conversation with Thor.

Nat was in the middle of a chat with Wanda and someone he didn’t know. Not caring if he was rude, Bucky gripped Nat’s arm and practically ripped her away. He found a secluded corner and pushed her against the wall.

“You just really wanted me to come to your birthday party, huh?” He asked with accusation in his voice.

Nat immediately put on an innocent expression.

“Guess it just slipped your mind that you invited Y/N and that you somehow convinced her to actually come?” Bucky continued in a growl.

“Would you have come if I told you?” Nat snapped back.

Bucky narrowed his gaze and finally dropped the tight grip he had on her arm.

It had been a month since Bucky confessed his darkest secret to Y/N. He hadn’t found the courage to return since. He talked to Jimmy every couple of days on the phone. But there was never a conversation between Y/N and Bucky.

“For once, can you just stay out of my business?” Bucky growled at her.

“Meddling is kind of my thing. I work in espionage, Barnes. What do you expect?” Nat really didn’t feel guilty. Someone had to push the two of them.  

Bucky let out a growl of frustration. He was so not prepared to have this confrontation tonight.

He pointed an aggressive finger at Nat. “For the record, I’m letting this slip since it’s your birthday. You better believe your ass is mine next time we spar.”

Nat smirked. “I look forward to it.” And then she was slipping back into the party.

Bucky took in a deep breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk Thor’s alcohol. Now he was feeling sick. No more for him, only earthly drinks. If he was going to face this, he had to do it with a clear head.

Eventually he had the courage to head back inside the center of the party. He found Sam leaning against the bar. Bucky joined him, ordering a beer from the bartender.

“Y/N’s here.” Sam said calmly, thinking he was giving his friend a fair warning.

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Bucky replied cynically and took a large gulp of his beer.

“She looks good.” Sam complimented in a non-threatening way.

Bucky nodded and looked at the men in her vicinity. Their eyes were all on her. She was oblivious as she said hi to old friends she hadn’t seen in years.

“Yeah… you’re not the only one to notice.” Bucky muttered darkly.  

But Sam was right: Y/N looked absolutely beautiful. It was like no time had passed since the first day he met her. There had never been a time when Bucky had seen Y/N all dolled up. She was always undone and natural. He preferred her that way, if he were being honest. But seeing her with the sexy pink slip, high heels, and glamorous makeup… he couldn’t complain. However, he could complain about other men ogling her.  

“You know, if the Winter Soldier took his claim, none of those other suckers would go within 5 feet of her.” Sam chuckled. He couldn’t deny, it was entertaining watching Bucky grumble.

“She’s not a piece of property, Sam.” Bucky retorted. He looked at the bar instead of Y/N. It wasn’t something he wanted to watch. His self-control was already being tested.  

Sam scoffed. “You know what I mean, man.” He on the other hand, was watching Y/N like a hawk. Bucky wasn’t the only one that felt a responsibility to watch over Y/N. If Bucky didn’t swing in and save her from unwanted suitors, Sam would happily do it.  

“I’m not going to get in her way.” Bucky mumbled and shook his head.

“Maybe you should. She doesn’t seem to be feeling it.” Sam basically narrated as his eyes stayed locked on her.

Bucky’s gaze snapped up. Y/N was stuck in a conversation with a reputable SHIELD agent. Bucky recognized him as Caleb Stratford. He was a nice guy, good-looking, and a decent agent. What bothered Bucky was how uncomfortable Y/N appeared to be. Her shoulders were slightly raised and her hands were fidgeting in front of her. She was smiling and nodding along, but Bucky could recognize the phoniness behind it.

“If you aren’t going to do anything, I will. She looks like cornered prey, Bucky.” Sam wasn’t being playful anymore and his warning was genuine.

Bucky didn’t bother responding verbally. He shot up from his seat and slammed his beer on the bar. Most people moved out of his way as he crossed the room. No matter how much good he did, people still shifted in concealed fear. They weren’t used to seeing him at these gatherings either.

Y/N didn’t notice Bucky’s approach until he cleared his throat beside Caleb. Her body instantly relaxed at the sight of him.

Caleb turned slightly to acknowledge him. “Sergeant Barnes.” He greeted coolly.

“Agent Stratford.” Bucky answered. “I think Coulson is looking for you.”

True or not, Caleb wasn’t going to let Y/N out of his grasp. He eyed Bucky suspiciously and didn’t appreciate the challenge. “Word on street is that you have no problem finding yourself girls to take home. Didn’t realize you started fighting other men for them, Barnes.” His attempt at being Y/N’s knight in shining armor went amiss.

Y/N’s eyes flickered to Bucky at the comment. It was not what she was expecting to hear.

“Careful… he’s the godfather of my son.” Y/N raised an eyebrow with her caution.

Caleb broke his stare down with Bucky to look at her. “You two know each other?”

“Yes.” Bucky and Y/N accidentally answered in unison.

Caleb took this a small defeat, but he wasn’t completely giving up. “I hope to see you around, Y/N.” He gave a final scowl to Bucky before walking away.

Y/N let out a breath now that the tension was gone.

“I didn’t realize I was Jimmy’s godfather.” Bucky said with a sly smirk.

“Well… that’s because I’m not religious and I think he would’ve assumed we were somehow related if I said uncle.” Y/N giggled. “I should’ve brought up Jimmy sooner. Nothing makes men runner faster than a single mom.”

“Well they’re idiots then.” Bucky stated. His earnestness made Y/N’s smile falter slightly.

She watched him for a moment. “Nat didn’t tell you I was coming, did she?”

“No… it must have slipped her mind.” He sighed.

Then Y/N took in his attire. She hadn’t noticed it until now. “Did she also make you one of her dolls?”

Bucky laughed. “That bad, huh?”

“No. I was actually going to say you look ruggedly handsome. But that’s nothing new… I just somehow knew the outfit wasn’t your doing.”

Bucky blushed at compliment and Y/N smiled at being responsible for it.

“Do you want a drink? Sam’s over at the bar and he wanted to say hi.”

Y/N nodded and lead the way. Bucky was right behind her. She took note of people staring at her. Apparently it was weird to see the Winter Soldier accompanied by a woman.

However, Bucky only noticed the men checking her out.

“You know…I’m beginning to understand why Steve never brought you to these things.” His voice was low and hostile.

But Y/N just looked at him with a blank expression, completely oblivious to what he was referring to.

Bucky shook his head at her innocence and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “Y/N, you look beautiful.” His voice was sincere and sweet. Then he caught a man staring at her ass. He glared at him, over Y/N’s shoulder. “And I have a feeling if I leave you alone for a second, you’re going to have to deal with more than just Caleb.”

“Then I guess you can’t let me out of your sight.” Y/N suggested with a playful gape.

Thank god the bartender interrupted them, because Y/N’s charm completely caught Bucky off guard.

This was new for them: flirting, teasing banter. Bucky hadn’t expected it. Instead his pessimism was convinced she would either avoid him the whole night or make her rejection quite clear.

“My flower fairy!” Sam came out of nowhere. “Oh, I’ve missed you!”

“Shh, Sam.” Y/N hushed. “People are staring.”

Bucky smiled at her blushing.

Sam ignored her warning and hugged her tightly. “Hey, hey, hey!” He addressed the entire party. “This is my flower fairy… she’s off limits. Hear me?” He continued embarrassing her by yelling out. The people in their vicinity actually quieted down from Sam’s announcement.

Bucky had to respect the man’s tactics.

But Y/N groaned at the unwanted attention. “You just took cock blocking to a new level, Sam. Sometimes I regret naming my son after you.”

“The only thing you regret, is doing it in his middle name instead of his first name.” Sam argued with a wink.

Then some veteran friends of his pulled Sam away.

Y/N finally was able to grab her drink. She looked at Bucky and did a cheers with his beer. After taking a sip, she studied Bucky.

“You know… I’m surprised you’re even here right now. I thought you hated these things.”

“I lost a bet with Nat. Otherwise I would be hiding in my bedroom or the gym.”

Y/N smirked at his honesty. “Well, I would’ve found you eventually.”

There it was again, the flirting.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you find me when you got here?” Wanda practically squealed in her ear and wrapped her in a hug.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was being dragged away by the girl. She looked over her shoulder and gave Bucky a look that informed him they weren’t done talking.

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The party went on and Bucky managed to continue surviving. The party was getting crazier. People had been drinking for hours now; the music was louder, the room was hotter.

“Do you know where Y/N is? I wanted her to dance with me.” Nat whined.

Bucky shrugged. “I assumed she was with you.”

“I haven’t seen her in awhile.” Nat replied before returning to the dance floor.

Bucky looked around and he couldn’t find Y/N anywhere either. Then he realized where she was probably hiding. Looking around, he made sure no one saw him leaving. He didn’t want anyone following him, but he also didn’t want to get dragged to the dance floor with Nat.

The average guest wouldn’t know how to get on the rooftop. The hallways were confusing and there were too many turns. No one would end up there accidentally.

So he wasn’t surprised to find Y/N staring out into the surrounding forest. Every so often she would look below at the drunken guests escaping to various chauffeurs.

“Hiding from Nat?” Bucky asked from behind her.

Y/N whipped around. “Jesus, Buck! You scared me.”

Bucky mumbled an apology.

“I was having a good time.” She admitted. “Then I just had to start remembering things. Nostalgia is such a bitch, you know.” Y/N sighed, looking back into the night. “I haven’t been back here since…since-“

“I know.” Bucky acknowledged softly.

Y/N shivered as the night breeze passed.

Bucky quickly shrugged off his leather jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders.

Those chivalrous gestures still surprised her, and he could read it as her eyes flickered up to his. She muttered her thanks and shifted the jacket so she could put her arms in the sleeves. The way it hung off her frame reminded him of how small she really was.

Bucky watched as Y/N sighed and burrowed further into his jacket. It was like taking a blanket out of the dryer. He couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to it smelling like her once he got it back.

Silence settled between them.

Y/N seemed to be trying to work herself up to ask something. Bucky could tell she was having quite the internal discussion. Finally she took a deep breath and faced him daringly.

“I…I just have to know.” She began quietly. “If Steve were still alive, would you have ever told me?”

Bucky swallowed and found that his throat was dry. They’d been dodging the issues concerning the two of them all night. It was finally time to acknowledge the lingering questions.

He looked at the ground as if it would give him the right answer. After a moment he shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t have been fair…to you or Steve.”

“You told me everything…and-and then you just left, Bucky.” Y/N reproached. “And you never came back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N. I just needed you to know. I didn’t want to force a resolution from you.”

“And you’re scared.” She couldn’t help but point out.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at her calling out his vulnerability. “That too.” He confessed.

Then she was taking a step closer to him. Bucky didn’t move; just let her take control of the situation. He was just her prey. She reached up and stroked his cheek, rubbing his scruff back and forth with her right thumb. But her eyes were eyeing his dark pink lips. The distance between their faces was getting smaller and smaller.

Bucky couldn’t stand still any longer. He had to grab something. His right hand gripped her waist and tugged slightly, encouraging her to move closer.

Their lips were nearly touching.

“Y/N! I know you’re hiding up here!” Nat yelled out drunkenly. Wanda, Sam, and few other friends accompanied her.

Y/N let out a sigh.

Bucky leaned his forehead against hers.

They both knew the moment was over now.

The two of them pulled apart just as the group reached the top of the stairs and joined them on the rooftop.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Wanda giggled. Clearly Bucky and Y/N were the most sober of everyone.

Once again, Y/N was being pulled away from Bucky. But as she was almost to the stairs, she realized she was still wearing his leather jacket.

“Oh!” She started moving to take it off.

“Keep it. I’ll grab it later.” Bucky stopped her. “Looks better on you anyway, doll.”

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Bucky was restless as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling. His right forearm was draped across his forehead as he felt a headache coming on. It was like his whole body knew that Y/N was still in his vicinity.

He had offered to fly her back home on one of the jets. It was mostly an excuse to have her to himself. But she said Nat had invited her to spend the night in one of the guest rooms. She’d brought an overnight bag and everything.

Bucky was at a loss of where to go from here. Was Y/N actually interested in him? Or was he just the remnants of Steve that she couldn’t let go?

They were so close to kissing. Why couldn’t he have just ignored the rest of them and crashed his lips against hers? ‘Because you’re a coward,’ he told himself.

But Bucky’s internal monologue came to a halt when he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door. He quickly sat up in bed and glanced at the clock: it was almost 3 in the morning.

With his hand gripping the handle, he paused a moment before opening the door.

Y/N was standing on the other side. The glamorous makeup was gone, her hair was undone, she was wearing a ratty t-shirt that had the logo of a band on it, and cotton shorts. This was the Y/N Bucky had fallen in love with.

Bucky didn’t ask her what she was doing. He had the feeling that Y/N’s empath abilities were slipping from her grasp again.

Next thing he knew, Y/N flung herself at him. Her lips were on his and her hands had somehow already wrapped around his neck. One of them was lacing itself within his dark hair and Bucky let out a groan of pleasure.  

Bucky managed to slam his bedroom door shut without breaking the kiss. Then his arms were gripping the back of her thighs and he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Y/N gasped at the movement, but her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct alone.

Bucky carried her to the bed. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Whether it was Y/N or her abilities, her lips felt electric. Her body was telling him what she wanted through her powers, without her consent. The paranormal communication was intoxicating to him.

But then reality still managed to slip its way into his conscious.

Y/N was being pressed into the mattress from their kissing. Bucky suddenly pulled away and stood up, just at the edge of the bed. Y/N sat up, sensing his distress and trying to read his emotions even further.

Bucky laughed uneasily and ran a hand over his scruff. “I-I feel like we’re doing this in the wrong order.” He admitted roughly.

Y/N cocked an eyebrow, not understanding what he meant.

“I just want to do this right… wanted to take you out.”

Then she was smiling, finally comprehending what Bucky was so stressed about. He felt like he was treating her like the rest of the women that warmed his bed. She knew that wasn’t the case, and she knew because she felt it.

Y/N slowly made her way off the bed so she was standing and facing Bucky. Her eyes narrowed with seduction. Then her lips were on his neck, then behind his ear, then just at the corner of his lips. Bucky knew she was trying to destroy him and it was working.

When enough damage was done, Y/N pulled back to look at him again. “I figure you’ve waited long enough… don’t you think, James?”

The use of his first name made his heart beat faster.

Without waiting for him to respond, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Then she slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one movement.

Y/N stepped forward to capture his lips again.

But Bucky stopped her gently and made her take a step back.

His eyes consumed every inch her body, taking in every detail. He shook his head at the absurdity of it all, as if he were not worthy enough to be with her right now…like this.

Y/N shrunk slightly at the scrutiny and shifted her weight in discomfort. Bucky took it as his cue, seizing her hips gently and pulling her back to him.

“Don’t be shy.” Bucky murmured in her ear and then pressed a kiss to her jaw. “You’re beautiful.” It was an understatement. He had nightmares and dreams about being with Y/N like this. None of them would compare to the reality.

Her body pulsed a surge of passion. She was completely unable to control it now. Then her hands were grabbing at the edge of Bucky’s tank top and she pulled it off his body gracefully.

Y/N had never been this close to his bare chest. She was suddenly reminded of the time she found him in the kitchen, how he cowered from her view in embarrassment. Bucky watched her observing the scars where metal met flesh.

With the every other girl, he never got self-conscious about it. They were just one-night stands. Most of them slept with him because of who they thought he was. It was never intimate enough for him to care what they thought of his scars.

Y/N then realized that Bucky had avoided touching her with his metal arm this whole time. She reached forward and gently pulled it toward her naked body, forcing it to wrap around her waist. The cool metal calmed her nerves. Then she leaned forward and scattered kissed along the scarring on his chest.  

She could tell that Bucky was still self-conscious. So she sent a calming flow toward him with her powers.

Bucky let out a shaky breath in relief.

But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He enveloped her in another kiss and pressed her body back onto the bed, hovering over her bare figure.

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Bucky gradually woke up. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with his body. He metal arm was wrapped around a warm and naked body. For a moment, his brain told him it was another one of his flings. But he could never sleep after those affairs and he had definitely never cuddled with any of them like this.

The night then came rushing back. His eyes flickered up to find Y/N’s back pressed tightly to his bare chest. Bucky was beaming at the memory of last night’s events. He pressed a kiss to the back of Y/N’s shoulder. She let out a content sigh. But that wasn’t enough for her sleeping body, for it turned in his arms and then she nuzzled her face into his chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the cuteness of it. He pressed another kiss to her forehead. It seemed to finally rouse her from the slumber.

Her eyes squinted up at him. Then she closed them again, refusing to properly wake up. She kissed his collarbone and nestled back into his chest.

“Morning…” Her voice was muffled, but he could still hear the smile.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky greeted tenderly.

“I don’t want to get up.” Y/N whined. “Don’t make me do it.”

He chuckled. “No one’s making you get up… I promise.” But he sat up against the headboard and shifted her body so she was sleeping on his chest.

“You’re so warm.” Y/N sighed sleepily.

Bucky couldn’t help himself as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still enveloped her torso, his right hand rubbing light circles on her back.

“How about I go sneak some coffee out of the kitchen for us?” Bucky whispered in her ear. He felt her body perk up at the mention of ‘coffee’ and laughed at her response. “That’s what I thought.”

Y/N managed to let go of his body heat with the promise of coffee.

When Bucky returned, the bed was empty. Y/N came out of the bathroom with her hair fixed and her clothes back on.

Bucky’s brow creased. “I’ll be honest, I preferred you with your clothes off.”

Despite all of their activities last night, Y/N blushed. “Well, I got cold without your ridiculous body heat. So you only have yourself to blame.” She walked over to and kissed him adoringly on the lips before taking her coffee out of his grasp.

Y/N sat on the bed, sipped her coffee, and glanced around Bucky’s bedroom. She had never been in here before. And last night she had been a little too preoccupied to notice any details.

Her eyes lit up when she noticed various drawings and picture colorings that Jimmy continued to gift to Bucky with every visit. Then she spotted photos of him and Steve. A couple of them were from the 40s; others were modern and clearly taken on a digital camera or phone. But then something caught Y/N’s attention on the bookcase.

Bucky had been watching her and followed her gaze, wondering what she was looking at. Y/N stood up and placed her coffee on the nightstand before walking over.

She’d recognize Steve’s sketchbook anywhere.

There was dust gathered on it. Clearly it hadn’t been opened in quite some time.

A pit formed in Bucky’s stomach as he watched her, nervously. Was this about to finish everything?

Y/N had never looked inside. Steve had always been shy about his artwork and she respected that privacy. She never asked, only seeing the stuff he offered to her. But now it was all in front of her, at her fingertips.

Y/N flipped it open and her eyes were instantly met with countless drawings of herself. Her breathing became heavier as she absorbed the naked sketches. She had no idea he’d done any of them.

Quickly turning around, she eyed Bucky. “Have you looked at these?” Her voice was nervous and slightly embarrassed.

He nodded carefully. “Once.”

Y/N’s hand shook as she put the sketchbook back in its place. It was left for Bucky, not her. Clearly he wasn’t looking at it everyday. The dust made that clear.

“I told you, you were beautiful.” Bucky simplified.

Before she could further express her vulnerability, someone knocked at the door.

Y/N panicked. As soon as one person saw them together, everyone would know before the end of the day. It was too soon for that.

Bucky saw her distress and crossed the room. He caressed her cheek and kissed her. “It’s fine.” He assured her softly.

From where she was standing, the visitor wouldn’t see her unless Bucky completely opened the door.

Y/N instantly recognized the voice of Agent Hill. She listened as Hill explained that Bucky and some of the other Avengers were needed. There was an attack in Chicago. They were flying out in a few hours.

Y/N glanced at the sketchbook again.

Her eyes began to water when she started putting it together.

Bucky finally finished his talk and closed the door. He stopped his movements when he caught the tears forming in Y/N’s eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

But she shook her head, refusing to explain. “I-I should go.”

Bucky rushed to her, but she maneuvered out of his hold. “Y/n, wait. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine. I’ll ask Nat to fly me back. If she can’t, I’ll just get one of the driver’s to drop me off at the airport and I’ll buy a ticket home.”

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky finally snapped. He gripped her shoulders and forced her to face him. “What the hell just happened?” He was horrified to find her shaking.

“It’s going to happen again. It already is!” Y/N whimpered. “I can’t do it again.” She kept emphasizing ‘again’.

Bucky sighed, putting it together.

“You’re already leaving for a mission.” Y/N explained. “I just got you and now all I can think about is losing you.��

Bucky’s heart broke. “Y/N…wait here, okay? Please…just-just wait here. I’ll be right back.” Y/N said nothing. “Can you do that?”

She finally shrugged and nodded.

10 minutes later, Bucky came back with Y/N’s overnight bag hanging off his shoulder.

Y/N became confused. “What are you doing?”

“Come on. I’m taking you home.” Bucky responded casually.

“I-I thought you had to-”

Bucky grabbed her hand. “I told them I’m not going.”

With that, he started dragging her to the hangar.

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Part 11

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