Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 2] We're a Team (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

A/N: It was requested by littleinterruptions that I do a part 2 to this one-shot I wrote awhile ago, and I sorta liked this idea of continuing it, so here we go!

[2 months since the events of Part 1]

The all too familiar clatter of gunfire and agonized screams awake you with a start, your entire form instantly bolting upright in bed, scrambling to your feet while your wild gaze surveys the dim, late night overcast darkness that envelopes the hotel room around you.

The man who had been sleeping at your side is also quick to jump awake, muttered profanities falling from his lips, his own feet hitting the floor seconds behind your own.

"It's in the streets," Bucky sighs shakily, drawing back the blinds hesitantly and peering out the window before turning to face your likely pale, shaking form.

"Why would it be in the streets?" You whimper, confusion crowding your thoughts. "We're not in that rough of an area, are we?"

At this, your boyfriend's bare shoulders visibly slump, a trembling hand running through his much shorter hair as he nears you, gently wrapping his arms around you.

"It's okay, Doll," He murmurs into your hair, your shaking and anxiety diminishing as you practically melt against his broader, stronger, firmer frame, returning the embrace. "It's fine. It's not like they're looking for us. No one even knows we're here."

"Mhm," Is all you can really manage to reply, eyes filled with unshed tears looking up at Bucky through your lashes.

"So let's get back to sleep. I'm sure everyone will be chatting about what that was all about tomorrow morning."

Detaching yourself from your lover's figure, you sigh heavily, frowning softly at your still trembling hands.

"How are we even still living like this?" You murmur aloud, voice wavering slightly, your gaze falling on your Partner, who's on his side of the shared bed.

"Good question," Bucky chuckles half heartedly, slipping back under the covers and patting the spot next to him. "But, c'mon. Sleep is calling your name. I can see it."

With a slight roll of your eyes, you comply to his request, snuggling back into bed with him, gently picking up his prosthetic arm and laying it across your chest, smiling to yourself when his grip around you tightens ever so slightly.

"Love you, Buck."

"Right back at'cha, Doll."

****

"We need to buy more water!" You hear your Partner holler from the main living area of the hotel room, no likely peering into the small bar fridge with that adorable little frown of his.

"Add it to the list, then!" You shout back from where you currently are situated in the bathroom, trying to tame your mess of frazzled hair into something that you could be seen out in public with.