Avengers Imagines

Bucky - 'I fucking love you.'

A/N: This is actually my first time writing in second person POV, so bear with me. Hope you guys like it!

It's in the middle of June, and the sun is shining brightly through the curtains of your bedroom in the Avengers headquarters. You roll over to your side to find your sleeping boyfriend of three months. You remember having nightmares and being comforted by him, and eventually you both fell asleep on your bed. Your eyes adjust to the light, and you're finally able to see him clearly.

The way the sunlight hits his face at a certain angle, the way his hair is all over his face - they make you crave him, but in the most innocent ways possible. You crave the feeling of being so close to him that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You crave the feeling of laying your head to his chest, where you can hear his heartbeat. You crave being close to him in general. Whether it's cuddled up with him on the couch with your favorite hoodie that used to be his, or just snuggling in bed with a good movie.

You simply want to be with him. It doesn't matter where - because you realized a few weeks ago that you're home wherever he is.

This shouldn't be happening, though. You're not supposed to fall for The Winter Soldier. You're not supposed to have any feelings for him.

Or are you?

Maybe it is supposed to happen. Maybe you're supposed to fall for his icy blue eyes, and maybe you're supposed to fall for his goofy smile. Maybe he's the one you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with.

But what does all this mean? Are you in love with him, or are you just in love with the thought of him?

You stop thinking when you see him opening his eyes.

His blue eyes rest on you, and he lets out a small chuckle. "Have you been checking me out this whole time?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirks.

"Oh, shut up," you reply, blushing slightly. "Good morning, asshole," you say, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

The way his chest shakes and the way his lips form a grin as he laughs. It's confusing, somehow, because you've never exactly thought of him this way. You've never exactly focused on the scars that connected his flesh to his metal arm, nor the tiny ones peppering his skin.

His smile fades just a little, and a look of worry crosses his face. "Hey, you okay? You've been looking at me for about two minutes."

"Yeah," you reply. "I'm just... thinking."

"Mind lettin' me know about it? You seem pretty focused."

You smile, but deep inside, you wanted to scream into the void that you're in love with him. You know you can't do that, though. Saving the world always comes first, and you can't risk losing him. But then again, you can't risk losing him without you ever telling him how he makes you feel.

"You can tell me anything, baby," he continues, taking your hand in his gently, before lifting it up and pressing a light kiss on it. "Promise I won't judge."

You laugh slightly. It's either he's extremely clueless, or you're just extremely good at hiding your feelings. "It's not that, Buck. I'll be right back," you say, hopping out of bed. Being so close to him feels dangerous, as if something bad is going to happen if your brain decides to send signals to your mouth and tell him how you truly feel.

You walk pass the dining hall, where Tony and Bruce are talking about God knows what, and head for the balcony. You need some fresh air.

"It's nice up here, huh?" Nat says from behind you.

"You scared me," you sigh in relief. "I thought you were Bucky."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Nothing," you reply quickly. "It's just..." you pause, trying to think of the right words to describe how you feel towards him. "I think I love him, but I'm not sure if I really love him for him or, I don't know, the idea of him, or what-"

"Breathe," she says, laughing. "Now, tell me how you feel about him."

"I... I don't know, Nat. I think I'm in love with him, but that can't be, right? We've only been together for three months, and what if I'm only in love with the attention he's been giving me? What if it's not him that I'm in love with, but the fact that I'm actually with someone?"

"Listen to me. If he were to turn back into the Winter Soldier, would you leave?"

You almost laugh, before it dawns on you. You wouldn't leave. You won't leave.

"That's all you need to know." She winks, continuing,"Go tell him. He may or may not have a surprise for you."

"Thought I'd find you up here," you hear Bucky say. "What's going on?"

"Nothing! She just... needs to tell you something. I'll leave you guys to it." Nat practically sprints into the main room, almost knocking Sam over. "Don't have too much fun, save it for the bedroom!"

You see Bucky's cheeks flush pink, and feel yourself blushing, too.

"What was that all about?" he asks with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you both look at the view of the city.

"I dunno," you reply, leaning in closer to him. "You know what I do know, though?"

"What, that you're the most beautiful person ever? Or that you have my whole heart? Or that my day instantly gets better when I see you, no matter how shit it had been?"

"Steve wouldn't like that language," you comment, laughing. "And no, I definitely did not know that," you answer.

"Well, I guess it's time for you to know." He cups your face in is hands gently, tilting your chin up with his thumb so that you're eye-to-eye with him. "I fucking love you, Y/N. Even when you just completely ruined the mood by making that Steve joke."

You grin, pulling him by the neck lightly so that your lips can meet his. The kiss lasts for a second too short, but really, when will be the time you say that you've had enough kisses?

"That's what I wanted to tell you, but you beat me to it," you whisper, your lips still brushing his,"I love you, too, asshole."