Bucky Barnes Imagines

Lost Years (Part 2)

A/N: Since it was requested and I had thought about it before, I decided the continue this imagine and make it into a series. I get that this might seem similar to Super Mom so... apparently I like writing Bucky x single mom!reader imagines, haha. In all seriousness, this won't be the same as Super Mom. It will be different, they may have some similarities. Hope you enjoy part two of Lost Years.

Warning: just a whole lotta fluff

Bucky was in his room, looking at himself in the mirror and giving himself a pep talk. He was feeling quite nervous, knowing he was going to be meeting you and your daughter in your apartment. He took a deep breath and rolled the sleeves of his shirt down his arms before grabbing his jacket and gloves along with a small gift bag and he headed out of his room.

He ran into Sam who had a small smirk on his face as he noticed the distraught Soldier. "So... Meeting your spawn today. Dad mode on yet?"

Bucky gave Sam an annoyed glare and looked down at the gift bag in his hand. "I'm really nervous," he said, deciding not to even try to hide how he was truly feeling. "Do you think I can give Ava this?" He asked as he picked up a brown teddy bear with a red ribbon around its neck. "I mean... She's one year old, I don't know if—"

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "The teddy's fine. Do you have anything for... the mom?" He asked, trying to remember your name.

"Y/N," Bucky said, reminding Sam of the name the metal-armed man had mentioned a couple of times. "I got some flowers," he shrugged while putting the teddy bear back in the gift bag.

Sam stayed quiet for a while, looking Bucky up and down. "Where are the flowers?"

"I asked them to hold them for me at the store. Wanted them to be fresh when I give them to her."

Sam's brow raised as he listened to Bucky. "You're really trying hard to impress them, aren't you?"

Bucky huffed, shrugging his shoulders. "Of course, I am," he said quietly. "Ava's my daughter. Y/N's my... Y/N's the mother of my first born. Of course I want to impress them."

"Bucky—"

"This could be my only chance in having a family, I can't screw this up."

Sam nodded, gulping. "Yeah, okay," he muttered, deciding not to make any jokes. "Good luck," he said before continuing his way.

Bucky took a deep breath before putting on his jacket and gloves as he started nearing the elevator. He went into the garage to get a car before he started driving to the flower shop. He got the flowers they had held for him and neared your apartment.

He parked outside of your apartment building and turned the engine off. He leaned back, letting his head fall back against the car seat as he closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. He looked up at the building and took another deep breath, looking at himself through the rear-view mirror. He huffed, readjusting the mirror again. He grabbed the gift bag and flowers from the passenger seat and got out of the car.

He got to the front door and pressed a button to your apartment on the intercom system to let you know he had arrived. Soon a buzzing noise was heard and the door was unlocked. He got in, making sure the door closed behind him and walked up the stairs to see you waiting at the door. You sent a small smile in his direction and Bucky could tell you were feeling a little uneasy. He was glad he wasn't the only one.

He took his time walking up to you before exchanging awkward greetings. He handed you the flowers and shrugged. "I got these for you."

Your smile widened and you brought your hand up to your mouth. "How did you remember these are my favorite?" You asked with a light laugh as you took the flowers from him, smelling them.