Confessions Of A Big Bad (White) Wolf
Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader
Summary: There's a breach at The Compound, and the last person you expect to protect you is the one that shows up.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, jealousy, tight spaces, mature content (Not explicit...yet), Y/N, Minors N/I please!
Darting out the door, you stay on Bucky's heels. Trying to look around for any danger over your shoulders as you break into a slight run. He jogs right passed the elevator, and stops in front of what looks like a maintenance closet. Looking around, he opens the door and ushers you in. With a flick of the light switch, Bucky was moving a metal industrial rack. He moved that with as much ease as a tissue. It revealed a small, concealed crawl space.
“Get in.” He says quietly. “I’ll be right behind you.” Without hesitation, you obey. Crawling in, you feel a small incline. You can hear Bucky behind you, the slight thumping of his knees. Soon you see the crawl space branch off into four different paths. Again, as if he can read your mind, he says “Stay to the right.” before you can even open your mouth. You adhere until there is a large air vent underneath you. “Hold on.” Bucky says as he maneuvers his way around you, getting sinfully close. He makes a fist with his left hand, punching downward hard just once knocking it out. Jumping down he looks up at you sitting in the vent. “Jump!” But I’m not 6 feet tall. It’s a bit of a longer fall. Bucky sighs, “I’ll catch you! C’mon!” He puts both hands out, ready.
You hesitate, but only for a moment. The two of you have built a trust over the last 3 months, enough to do what he says without thinking twice. Swallowing hard, suppressing the lump of anxiety in your throat, you jump down. As promised, Bucky grabs your waist on each side, easing you down onto the floor. He stands in front of the closest door. “Friday?”
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” She replies.
“Y/N is going to be staying in here until further notice, as per Stark. Allow access to her.”
Before Friday answers, you chime in. “And James also.” He turns to look at you. “James can have access also.”
“Access for Y/F/N and James Buchanan Barnes approved.”
Bucky turns the door handle, pushing it open and stepping to the side, allowing you to go in first. You give him a small side smile, and head into the apartment.
It’s identical to his apartment, just the layout is opposite being the only difference. You timidly walk to the living room, turning around to face Bucky. Awkwardly, you bring your arms out and then quickly back down. What am I? A fucking penguin?
He stands just a few feet away, the left sleeve of his leather jacket ripped off, his vibranium arm showing. It’s the first time you’ve seen his full metal arm. You make sure not to stare too long, so you direct your attention to his face. It has patches of black, blue, and yellow bruises that are already healing. There’s also a few lacerations as well.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, still keeping his distance.
“From the look of it, I should be asking you that.” You fake a laugh.
“No, seriously.” He says sternly, taking a step towards you.
“Um. Yeah? It was a bit intimidating in the moment but I’m sure it will be fine.” You answer honestly with a shrug. “What about you?” You ask, concerned.
Bucky shakes his head, waving off the question. “This is nothing. I’ve been a lot worse off than this.” His eyes look spaced out, as if he was brought back to a specific memory.
“Well…” You start, “Thanks for making sure I got here safe. I’m sure you um, want to go wash up.”
“Don’t do that.” He says, irritated.
“Do… what?” You ask, confused at, not only his statement, but the tone.
“Send me away.” Bucky replies painfully, looking down at the floor.
“I just assumed-“ You answer calmly, but he quickly cuts you off.
“Assumed what, Y/N?!” He takes a few strides closer.
“I-I…” What do I say? How do I handle this?
Bucky takes in a deep breath, trying to bring tranquility to himself. "When we got word of a breach...I made sure I was the first one to get back."
"So you could continue your coffee date with Blondie downstairs?" You spit back.
Bucky scoffs. "Who?" He asks, genuinely confused and offended by the question.
"You know..." You start, trying to imply the overly attentive bartender from downstairs. The attitude is gone, feeling embarrassed having to spell it out for him. "Um...the girl? From Tony's party?" Bucky still looks baffled. You roll your eyes and sigh. "The one infatuated with you?! You two grabbed coffee?"
He looks side to side, furrowing his brows. "You mean Sophie?" Of course she's got an adorable name.
"I guess!" You say, agitated.
Bucky snorts. "I'm sorry, are you implying that her and I are...together?" He asks, offended.
"Well...up until this moment I did." You say, apprehensively.
His head falls back, exacerbated. "You really have no idea, do you?"
You stand there unable to say a word. Bucky stands tall, taking a few steps forward. "You have helped me in a way that no one else has before. You've given me different perspectives, different ways of coping. Hell, this is the most bliss I've had since 1943."
Annnd we're still standing here awkwardly. What do I even say to that?
"You make me feel...human, Y/N. It's something I never thought I would feel ever again." He takes small steps closer, as if you were a doe in the woods ready to sprint at any second. "You're the only one who isn't afraid of me or completely terrified by my past."
The massive lump is back in your throat. You try to swallow, but can't. You're petrified, unable to move or even breathe in the moment. Bucky had gotten even closer, so stealth like as if he were a panther stalking prey.
"What...are you saying?" You ask, your voice barely audible.
"I'm saying..." He starts, slowly reaching and taking your left hand in his right. Your body tenses up at the warmth of his touch. Breathe, you remind yourself.
"I made sure I got back to The Compound first to ensure you were safe. Sophie is a friend, like many other people here. But, I made it clear that I didn't see her in any other way."
"Are you sure she understands that because from here it looked like you two were pretty close." You say defensively.
Bucky breathes in deeply, letting it back out before taking one final step closer. Looking intensely into your eyes. So much for not being afraid of him. Your fingers slowly interlace with his, keeping your gaze; watching carefully to see if he becomes uneasy.
Up until this moment, Bucky has always maintained distance. And now, here he is pushing every boundary he’s made for himself. He presses his forehead down gently into yours. Bucky’s eyes close, his chest slowly rises and falls. He’s nervous.
Your heart is fluttering as you close your eyes also. Your breathing matches his, together in unison. The tip of Bucky’s nose touches yours and you can feel his warm breath on your face. Every ounce of you wants to lean forward and press your lips to his.
“Is… is this okay?” You breathe out. His eyes open to meet yours.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you, sunshine.” He coos, as his vibranium hand moves a small section of hair out of your face, and then softly cups your cheek. If it weren’t for the coolness of his touch, you would swear that you were dreaming.
“Am I out of a job now?” You and Bucky both laugh lightly.
“Actually, I think you should get a raise.” He whispers, his lips barely touching yours as he speaks. That soft brush of his lips practically sucks the soul right out of you. The burning need to be as close as you possibly can to him rises from your stomach into your chest. Instinctively, your lips purse up into his. Bucky returns the soft, sweet kiss as if you were as delicate as a flower. Your hand grasps his shirt, pulling him closer and more deep into the kiss.
