Bucky Barnes One Shots

15. My Girl

Setting: 1930s

"James Buchanan Barnes, get your rotten, rear-end inside right now!" Bucky's mom shrieked from the window of the Barnes' apartment, causing you and Bucky to stop dead in your tracks.

Your cheeks were beat red and your heart was racing a million miles an hour; surely, Bucky would be grounded for this.

And if your mother found out that you were assisting Bucky in sneaking out of his backyard at nearly one in the morning...again...you'd be worse than grounded.

"You, too, little lady! You wait until your mama hears what you've been up to!" The middle-aged woman slammed the window shut as Bucky took your hand and lead you towards the back door of the apartment building.

"Bucky, she can't tell my mother." You whispered, shaking with nerves.

"I'll convince her not to," Bucky whispered back, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "I promise, (y/n)."

You nodded and followed behind him as he pushed the door open, and the two of you trudged upstairs to his fourth floor apartment.

"Your Ma better beat you black and blue, Barnes." A familiar voice came from the right as you came to the top of the second floor stairs.

You and Bucky stopped and narrowed your eyes to see through the dark. Your schoolmate, Donnie Jones, stood in the doorframe of his apartment, a smirk plastered across his chiseled face. He was a grade ahead of you, just like Bucky was. He'd always been a punk and Bucky never liked him. Plus, his parents were never home and he always snuck his friends into his apartment, supplying them with alcohol. Far too many times, you'd watched Bucky's eyes roll and he'd disappear from his bedroom to go shut the boys up with some sort of threat.

"And why is that?" Bucky asked, holding onto your hand as tightly as ever.

You could feel the tension in the air and now your mother grounding you was the least of your worries; Donnie was trying to stir up a fight.

"'Cause you woke me up, you and your curvaceous little dame." Donnie grinned, sending a wink in your direction. "Mind if I take her out sometime, show her what a real whanger looks like?" His words were snake-like and it made you seriously uncomfortable, especially because through the darkness, you could still see his watchful eyes.

Bucky's eyes widened and he released your hand after clenching his jaw harshly. You couldn't even believe what Donnie had just referred to; it was the most non-gentleman think you'd ever heard.

"Hell, I'm gonna make you bleed until your damn lips are ready to fall off, Jones!" Bucky's lips curled into a frown as he swung his fist at Donnie, sending the slightly taller, idiot to the floor.

"C'mon, Bucky, I know you've got more in you than that." Donnie pulled himself from the hard wood floor and spat on the floor, raising both fists.

You grabbed at Bucky's arm but he brushed you off, his blue eyes not leaving Donnie's.

"Bucky, please, don't do this. Let's just go!" You pleaded with him, but to no avail.

He was kicking Donnie's ass tonight whether he got grounded for life afterwards or not; he didn't care. The kid had it coming far before this, anyways.

"I've got loads more in me. And unless you apologize to my girl, then you're gonna see just how much is in there exactly." Bucky's nostrils flared.

"Now, listen here. Don't act like I don't got any respect for woman, Barnes, because I do! Don't act like you're any different from me, because I know this ain't the first time you two have snuck out of here. You think I don't know what you're doing when you two run off?" Donnie snapped back, just before his fist made contact with Bucky's jaw.

Bucky spat up some blood and took another swing at Donnie; the two of them were rolling around on the floor, punching each other over and over again.

"Stop!" You were trying to pull Bucky off of Donnie, somehow knowing that he wasn't going to stop by choice.

"JAMES!" Bucky's mother descended the staircase to the second floor.

Bucky's head snapped up, his fist freezing mid-air above Donnie's face.

"Ma, I—" Bucky tried, standing up.

"Go upstairs, now!" She blinked a few times, her lip quivering at the sight of all the blood.

Bucky had put up one hell of a fight; his lip was busted and his nose was bleeding. He was surely going to have a few bruises on his jaw.

His baby blue eyes flickered sideways at you with an apologetic look before he brushed past his mother and walked up the staircase. His mother watched him until he disappeared around the top of the stairs. She then turned to you, her eyes a shade darker than Bucky's and looking at you with a far different look than Bucky gave you.

"(Y/n), go upstairs, please. I need to speak with Donnie and his parents." She said, trying to keep her calm.

Donnie pulled himself up off of the floor and smirked at you as you walked off towards the stairs, Bucky's mother watching you until went out of her line of vision.

"Bucky?" You pushed open the door of his apartment, taking your shoes off at the door.

If there was one thing Mrs. Barnes hated more than disobedience it was a dirty house.

"In here," his voice came from the bathroom just off the small hallway.

You padded across the wood floor and entered the bathroom to see Bucky perched on the side of the bath tub, his hands in his lap holding bloody tissues. Blood still dripped every once in a while from his nose and his lip.

"Hey," you said softly, opening the closet beside the sink.

You pulled out a wash rag and ran it under lukewarm water, eyeing Bucky's reflection in the mirror. He looked disappointed and you knew it had nothing to do with getting caught sneaking out and had everything to do with him losing his temper and beating the crap out of Donnie.

"He's just an idiot, Buck," you muttered, sitting on your knees in front of him.

You dabbed at his lip and nose with the wash rag, his blue eyes focusing on your face as he memorized each one of your features.

"I know," he reached out to smooth down one of your stray hairs, "and he disrespected you and no one disrespects my girl."

You couldn't help but smile to yourself; this boy was head over heels for you. You both knew it.

"Well, let's try not to stir up any fights for a while, huh? I don't like seeing you get hurt." You finally wiped away all of the blood from his lip and nose.

"Well, doll, the bright side is," he smirked, placing his hands on your waist, "I've got the cutest nurse around to fix me up." He kissed your nose and then your lips gently.

"You, Bucky Barnes, are a trouble maker." You joked, running your hand through his short, brown locks as you kissed him again.

"James! (Y/n)!" Mrs. Barnes burst through the doorway, causing the two of you to jump apart.

Bucky only laughed, that goofy grin you'd given him still on his face. This wasn't the first time Mrs. Barnes had scolded the two of you...

and it sure wouldn't be the last.