Marvel Imagines

034 - Bucky Barnes - sweet creature

A/N - inspired by the song Sweet Creature by Harry Styles. started with a little headcannon and an old draft of a imagine about a relationship/argument with Bucky :)

You sat in your bed, back resting against the headboard as fresh tears ran down your cheeks. It was only when Clint appeared in the doorway that you swiped them away, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand and avoiding his eyes.

"How much longer is this going to go on?" he asked from where he was leaning in the doorway. "The two of you have been arguing for weeks now. Everyone in the tower is on edge."

You understood what he was saying and you knew that he was right. None of the Avengers had been themselves recently; constantly trying to fix the fighting between yourself and Bucky. Bruce was trying to avoid the conflict so that he could stay calm, Steve was beside himself with worry over his two closest friends and even Tony wasn't his usual sarcastic self. It was unnerving to say the least.

It had been four days since the last screaming match and you hadn't left your room since. People were having to leave meals outside of your door three times a day just to make sure that you ate.

"Why can't you both just apologize to each other?" Clint asks when you don't reply, coming into your room and taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

"We're both stubborn," you answer with a shrug. "Neither of us is going to admit that we're wrong on this one."

Clint lets out a deep groan and rubs at his eyes. "Well, you need to. It isn't just you two being hurt by this. If you won't say your sorry for him - please just do it for the rest of us." He leans across the duvet and takes your hand in his. "Steve is having this same exact conversation with Bucky right now, you know? You both reacted the same way after that argument: holing up in your rooms, crying and refusing to come out. You're more alike than you know."

This prompts more tears to fill your eyes. However, this time, Clint hands you a tissue. 

"He's really crying over this?" you ask softly.

Clint nods. "Yeah, he is. He's taking this just as hard as you are, (Y/N)."

You sit in silence with your friend for a while, wiping the tears from your face and calming yourself down. Once you feel steady enough, you leave the room, walking with Clint down the hall to Bucky's door. 

"Steve!" Clint shouts towards the closed door. It swings open and Steve pokes his head out. When he sees you, he steps all the way out of the room then closes the door behind himself.

"Are you here to talk to him?" Steve asks hopefully, his eyes shining as they fix on your face.

You nod. "How is he?"

Steve frowns and places a hand on your shoulder. "He's... he's gonna be happy to see you."

"We'll be right out here if you need us," Clint says reassuringly. He nudges you towards the door and Steve joins him against the wall opposite the door.

Shakily, your hand twist the doorknob and you step inside, closing the door behind you. Clint and Steve give you one last smile before you turn around, ready to apologize. 

Clint was right about Bucky; he's sitting on his bed in his grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair messy and his face wet with tears. It breaks your heart to see him like that - knowing how much it took to make him cry. 

"B-bucky?" you call from beside the door.

His head shoots up the moment that he hears your voice, his bright blue eyes trained on yours. He gets to his feet and runs towards you, pulling you into his chest and into his tight grip. "I miss you. I'm sorry... I love you."

"I miss you too," you reply, holding him close. "I love you. I love you so much."