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Bucky/Reader - Lucky All Your Life (The First Avenger)

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Reader, Bucky

IMAGINE: After receiving the worst news imaginable, you reminisce about the last time you saw the love of your life, James "Bucky" Barnes.

It started off like any other day. I'd wake up, go through the daily motions, then wait for the night to come around gain.

To say I was miserable was an understatement. I'd lost the two most important people in my life to war. Bucky, the guy I'd been head over heels for since I was 13, and now even my brother Steve.

When Bucky left, at least I still had Stevie, my big brother. As hard as he'd tried there was no way he'd get accepted into the army, or so I thought.

A last ditch attempt, the night before Bucky was shipped, saw Steve accepted under the "super soldier project." He became quite literally a different man.

Once he was gone, I was left alone, just another girl in the city waiting for the men in her life to come home.

At least with Steve's growing fame as "Captain America" I was able to keep tabs on him, was able to find out how he was getting on from radio and the papers. Bucky on the other hand was a different story. He was just another number, another name on a very long list. That's what I thought anyway.

On one particular morning I awoke like I always did. I got myself dressed, went for a morning walk through the park and then brought a newspaper.

Sitting in my small kitchenette, one hand holding a cup of coffee and the other flicking through the pages of that days news, I was drawn to one particular article. The headline read, "New York natives feared dead as the war claims its latest victims".

As I read through, my body involuntarily shaking as I did so, I tried to convince myself that I was panicking over nothing. What were the chances it would be Bucky?

In the second paragraph it was confirmed that approximately 150 out of 200 members of the 107th Infantry were either captured or killed during a battle with German troops in Azzano, Italy.

Reading further down, the details of the attack cutting into me as I read it, I came across the news I'd dreaded, the news that was now ripping me in half, "It is believed that close personal friend of Captain America, Sergeant James Barnes is amongst the victims."

I couldn't believe it, refused to accept it. Not Bucky, not my Bucky. He couldn't be gone. I'd feel it. I'd know.

As I took in the news, the article glaring up at me from its place on the table, I thought back to the last time I saw him, the last time I saw the man I wanted to spend my whole life with.

Flash back

Following the attack at Pearl Harbour Bucky enlisted in the army, something he'd failed to tell me until it was too late. He knew what my reaction would be. I'd be totally against it. He was all that I had.

Gaining the title of Sergeant, Bucky was placed into the 107th Infantry, a group that were now being shipped off to England in preparation for war.

After Bucky had said farewell to his best friend and my brother Steve it was then my turn. The moment I'd been dreading. The moment that I'd feared since I first found out he was leaving.

"(Y/N) if I don't make it back from this....."

"Don't say that. You will Bucky," I interrupted, both of us trying to hold back tears as the train that would take him off to war signalled it's imminent departure. "You will. Men from all ranks will come home, come home safe. Just make sure that you're one of them."

Cupping his face in between my hands, his forehead then resting upon mine, we both took each other in.
Who was to know when we would meet again? I just hoped it would be soon.

"(Y/N)? Listen to me doll, and don't interrupt this time," Bucky breathed heavily, moving back just enough so he could look me dead in the eye, "if I don't come home, if I don't make it back, then I want you to know that if there's any truth in what we're taught, I'm going to make you lucky all your life."

Hearing those words coming from him completely cemented what we faced. As long as I'd known him he'd always been the joker, a cup half full, silver linings kind of guy. He always knew how to make the best out of what he had.
Now he just looked lost, scared, wary. He couldn't find a positive spin on this. He was going to war. I was being left behind. We might not see each other again.

As I lost it, broke into an uncontrollable fit of sobs, Bucky pulled me into his chest, his own sadness now the prominent feature on his face.

"Every time something good happens to you, every time you find something you thought you'd lost, it'll be me," he finished, placing a shaky kiss on the top of my head.

Taking a step back and looking into the big blue eyes that I adored so much, it was then that the train conductor shouted for everyone to board. This was it. This was the moment I had to let him go.

"I love you James Buchanan Barnes," I whispered so only he could hear, a sacred exchange only meant for us. "You're the first man I've ever said that to."

"And I hope I live to be the last," he smiled sadly, giving me a feather like peck on the lips before moving us towards the train door, "but if I don't, be happy, or I'll wanna know the reason why."

"BARNES! ON THE TRAIN NOW!" One of Bucky's superiors shouted out of the window.

Not able to put it off much longer, Bucky stepped in to the train and leant out of one of the windows, reaching as far out as he could so he could hold my hand one last time.

"I refuse to say goodbye to you Buck."

At this point the sadness I felt was indescribable, the prospect of never seeing him again too much to handle.

As the train started to edge away I had to run alongside if I wanted to keep hold of him. This was it.

"I refuse to say goodbye too," Bucky shouted down, desperate to keep me in sight as long as he possibly could.

A moment later the platform ended and I had no choice but to let go, myself and countless other girls watching their men head off with fear and uncertainty.

As he got smaller and smaller, the train nearly out of sight, one last call from him reached out to me through the wind,

"I LOVE YOU (Y/N)!"

Then that was it. Just like that. He was gone.