Marvel Imagines

Bucky

You strolled through a local farmers market you always go to, looking around because you had nothing to do today.

You look over to your favorite stand. The plum stand. Your favorite sellers there as usual.

You instantly walk over to the stand.

"Five plums please."

"Ah, (Y/N) how are you?" The older looking woman looks at you. Grabbing five of the biggest plums she has.

"I'm quite alright, Ms. Singleton."

Ms. Singleton owns this stand and is always here. She's a single, older woman with a son who is in his last year of high school.

"Fifteen dollars please, dear." She handed you the bag. And you hand her the money.

Someone comes up to you quickly. "Plums! I need plums!" The man raises his voice as he speaks.

"Please I need them." He looks at Ms. Singleton.

"You can have mine. I bought quite enough." You put your hand on his shoulder to turn him a bit so he can face you.

He was wearing a baseball cap that flattened his long brown hair. He had scruff on his cheeks and chin as if he hadn't shaved in a few days.

"Thank you Miss."

"It's (Y/N), And it's not problem at all, I hope you enjoy the plums!"

He attempted to smile but it was awkward.

He turned with his back to you.

His head turn sideways, you can only see his left side of his face, and a shadow cascaded his eyes.

"Bucky. That is my name."

And he walked off and disappeared into the huge crowed.