Avengers Imagines

Bucky Barnes

Zara's POV
  I sigh as I tuck a stray lock of brown hair behind my ear and flip through the limited selection of films provided by my dear friend, Netflix. I had basically watched all shows of interest during his departure... Oh wait you're probably confused. Let me rewind.

Over a month ago my boyfriend Bucky left for a mission with his best friend Steve Rogers aka Captain America. He told me it could be dangerous since they were scouting an old H.Y.D.R.A base. After I ranted for an hour straight about how he'd go over my dead body he managed to convince me to let him go after he promised to return in two weeks. As I said earlier, it's been a little over a month.

Now believe me, I was extremely worried and on the inside I was freaking out. But I knew that letting that panic embrace me wasn't going to help me or him. I could only wait and pray to God that he returned to me.

As I finally settled on some random survival show from the Discovery channel I heard the sound of the deadbolt undoing on the front door. I was up in half a second and the door was opened to reveal the man I was waiting for so long to have return to me... and he was covered in blood and bruises. I curse under my breath and quickly pull him inside, much to his disapproval. He hissed slightly as I set him down on the couch and I mumble an apology before going into full mother hen mode. "Oh my god are you ok? Look at you! Whose blood is that? Do you have any idea how worried I've been? You are in so much trouble it's not even funny! I should-" I'm cut off by Bucky running a hand along my jawline. I shut my mouth as he gives an airy chuckle. "Nice to see you too Zara..." He says weakly. I huff as a few tears run down my face. "Yeah, yeah..."

I stand as he reaches out to embrace me. He gives me a pout and I laugh lightly. "Let me get you cleaned up first you big teddy bear. You're covered in blood and I don't want to be matching you... or the couch..." I say after a moment. He looks down to see blood staining the dark fabric of the furniture. He looks back up after a beat and flashes a sheepish grin. "Sorry.." He apologizes. I wave it off. "It's ok. I'm just glad you're safe. Give me a moment to grab the first aid kit."

I go to the bathroom and rummage in the cabinet for a few minutes before finding it. I also grab a towel from the bathroom closet and dampen it in the sink before returning to the living room. I re-enter the room and spot Bucky enveloped in the TV show. I smile softly before walking over and sitting beside him. His attention snaps to me and his eyes are hard but they quickly soften when he realizes it's me.

I don't say anything as I take the towel and start to clean him up. When I'm finished I'm relieved to find that the majority of the blood was not his. I stitch up a large cut on his shoulder and then start to put the stuff away as I'm finished. As I go to stand I'm pulled back down and onto Bucky's lap.

I meet his gaze and he smiles. "I love you..." I can't help but smile back. "I love you too..."
------------------------------------------- "Bucky your clothes are still soaked in blood and you just got it all over me."

"Sorry..."
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