Marvel Imagines

Bucky Barnes-Do Something About It

You groaned as you sorted through all of your clothes, picking up shirts and flinging them over your shoulder. When you turned, you were met with a horrible scene.
Clothes.
All.
Over the place.

Picking your night shirt was something you considered to be very important. It had to be comfortable and have the right amount of fluff, easy enough for you to stretch in while being long enough to cover your thighs.

And right now, not one of your shirts were satisfying you. Not even your favorite "I Love Elvis" shirt, which you deemed a classic.

Almost everyone else in the Tower was asleep after a particularly long day(nothing strenuous, mostly dealing with each other) and you huffed out of your room, irritated with the lack of a night shirt. The cool draft sent goosebumps up your bare legs and you cursed quietly to yourself for wearing nothing but a sports bra and tights.

Suddenly, a sign on the door a few rooms away from yours caught your eye.

Actually, it could catch anyone's.
Maybe even a blind man's.

It was a neon red color with flashing yellow letters that read:
"WARNING: DO NOT ENTER"

You smiled evilly to yourself.

That was the room of the infamous Winter Soldier, a handsome, brooding soul that haunted the halls of the Avengers Tower.
A ghost story.

You snorted.

Yeah, right. The man could barely walk down the hall in a straight line without tripping over his own feet.

You creeped up to the door and slowly turned the knob, cracking it open just a little. The faint light from the hall was contrasting to the dark room and you could just make out the edges of a bed.
Empty.

Perfect.

You already knew what shirt you wanted because you had tried stealing it multiple times from him with no success. A gray, long sleeve with black lettering on the front that said, "Jerk".
It suited him.

Quietly as you could, you slipped into the room and scampered over to his closet, pulling the doors open. A rush of adrenaline pumped through your body as you frantically searched for the shirt. Who knows what Bucky would do if he caught you.

You gave an internal squeal of excitement once you found it and immediately slipped it over your sports bra. The soft fabric brushed right above your mid thigh and it was so comfortable, you felt you could nod off right there in front of his closet.

"Gotta go. Thanks for the shirt." You giggled to yourself and scurried over to the door, yanking it open and coming face to face with a smirking Bucky.

"Shit."

"Shit indeed." He said, leaning against the doorframe to prevent you from escaping. His blue eyes twinkled with humor and a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he ran his eyes down your body appreciatively.

You could feel the goosebumps running up and down your arms when he looked at you that way.

"May I ask what you're doing in my room with my shirt on, Y/N?"

"No." You said shortly.

You knew you were being a prick. It wasn't your shirt, but you loved it so much you were willing to face whatever wrath the Winter Soldier was planning for you.

Unfortunately, he got that gist from your stubborn expression and pushed himself away from the door, slowly walking towards you.

"Ya know, that's called stealing. And stealing is a crime." He teased as you walked backwards, eyeing him warily.

You've never seen him act this way. He usually kept to himself, being the quiet person he was. The only way you knew he was more than that was the way he looked at you all the time.

With those dark, wandering eyes of his.
It was enough to wreck your nerves.

And you could feel them being absolutely shattered into pieces as your back bumped into the opposite wall. Your heart pounded furiously as he crept closer and closer, finally stopping just mere inches away from you.

"That's my favorite shirt. I'd like it back." He said in a low voice.
You knew his eyes were glinting with desire even if you couldn't see them.

It was driving you crazy.

He began to run his fingers up your arms, trailing across your shoulders and cupping your face.

A clash of flesh and metal, resting on your heated skin.

"Do you want me to take it off of you?"

You couldn't move. You were breathless as he inched closer, tilting your head up. Your hands were trembling, your breath hitching and suddenly—

Zap!

Bucky stumbled into the wall and you stifled a laugh from the doorway.

"Damn it, Y/N. I forgot you could teleport." He muttered as he turned around, holding the bridge of his nose.

"Don't be so eager next time, Metal Man." You smirked and he shot you a dark look.

"Then don't come into my room half naked and steal my stuff. I appreciate the half naked part, though. You can come in like that anytime."

He gave you a crooked smile and you felt a hot flush rising in your cheeks.

"Yeah, well. You aren't getting this shirt back anytime soon."

"Oh, come on. I like that shirt." He whined.

"Do something about it."

You wiggled your eyebrows and sauntered off to your room, leaving the Winter Soldier with a gleam in his eyes as he thought about doing exactly that.