Marvel Imagines

Studying for the Future ('40s Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: Suggested by littleinterruptions ! Thank you so much for the idea and I hope I delivered it decently! 

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It's finals week.

Senior finals week.

And frankly, you're a mess.

Who wouldn't be?

"Why can't I just focus?" You grumble beneath your breath, tearing a piece of paper out of the nearby notebook, balling it up and chucking it across your already messy bedroom.

Sighing heavily once again, you shift where you're sitting, on your bed, legs crossed, books and notes strewn all around you rather haphazardly.

"It's a shame I can't just sit here and absorb the information, instead, I have to actually read and understand it all."

Mumbling some more, you resume your half hearted studying, your mind elsewhere, the sound of the gentle rain against your bedroom window beginning to lull you into a sleepy state.

Can't sleep.

I have to understand this.

I have to.

The realsization of how important your upcoming exam is abruptly comes crashing down on you, your eyes instinctively welling with tears as your thoughts begin to race, worry consuming you.

If I fail, that's so much money wasted.

If I fail, that's all my future plans gone.

"Calm down, Y/N, just calm down. You'll be fine, right?"

You swing your legs over the side of your bed, socked feet hitting the cold wood floor, your body beginning to pace to and fro for what seems to be the hundredth time, you could swear a trench is startling to for form in the floorboards where you've been stepping.

"I'll be fine! I'll be fine!" You assure yourself aloud, though your voice cracks as an unexpected boom of thunder, accompanied by a bolt of lighting, dazzles your senses.

All you can do is stand there, gaze fixated on the window covered in a now much heavier rain, lighting flashing in the distance.

"I am not going to be fine."

Throwing your hands in the air, frustrated and on the verge of a complete breakdown, you practically throw yourself into the soft mattress of your bed, choking back a sob.

"I mean, I barely know any of this material, and there's just so much to learn and so little time! And now it's late and I'm tired! How in the world am I even supposed to stay-"

Your sentence is cut short, however, as a light knocking sound echoes from your windowsill, a short, three clean and concise knocks to be exact.

Your entire body fills with relief, stumbling over towards the rainy window, unlatching it and lifting it open, chuckling as the newcomer steps inside.

"Did you really run all the way across town, in the middle of a thunderstorm, just to come say hello?" You greet sarcastically, eyeing the blue eyed brunet over with incredible fondness.

"Not just to say hello, Doll," Bucky Barnes grins, shedding his soaked jacket and draping it over the back of the usual chair sitting off to the side of your small room before stopping in front of you, eyes glimmering. "I told you I'd see you at least once every day when we first started dating all those years ago, and I didn't figure I'd go breaking that promise."