run to you - bucky barnes

twenty three

As Marci walked the dark streets of Bucharest back to her shared apartment with Bucky, she couldn't help but think of how she left back in D.C.. The whole ordeal with the accords had angered her to a point she hadn't felt in a long time. She had been genuinely happy here in Romania, but hearing what the government had planned for the avengers wasn't something she wanted to be a part of. This was something that Sam understood completely, but he had hoped she'd still stay. He hoped that she wouldn't go back to her life in Romania, but he didn't know who was waiting for her.

Hell, she knew it was Bucky, but who was he to her? Though they had only spent days apart, she couldn't help the immense longing she felt for him deep within herself. It wasn't something she wanted to admit, but she had caught feelings for him. In her defense, she thinks he might have caught them too. But that's something that only time will tell.

It hadn't taken her long to find the familiar run down apartment building they rented from. As she climbed up the main stair case, she couldn't help but feel a pit in her stomach. She was nervous, but couldn't pin point exactly what for. She was beyond excited to back and to see Bucky again, but there was a small part of her that thought maybe he wasn't as excited to see her.

Despite the disheartening thoughts looming around her mind, she stood before the door with a soft smile on her face. She thought for a moment, debating whether or not to just walk in, but as her hand reached out for the door knob giving it a slight pull, it didn't budge. She rolled her eyes, well of course it was locked. She groaned slightly as she realized, only Bucky had a key. Should she knock?, Was her first thought, but it was the dead of night. And although Bucky didn't sleep much, she didn't want to take the chance of interrupting it.

Marci thought for a moment before pulling to bobby pins from here hair. Using one as a tension lever and the other to pick the lock. She had done this countless times growing up, she'd constantly forget her key to the house she shared with her father while he was at work. The all too familiar click pulled her away from her reminiscing with a slight smile on her face. She went for the door knob before taking the pins out, she had learned her lesson there, and it turned with ease.

She opened the door, slowly easing her way into the apartment. She inhaled deeply, it smelt like him. The light from the hallway casted shadows through the room, she glanced over to the mattress that sat in the corner of the room. Bucky wasn't there.

She shut the door, as a wave of confusion washed over her face. She didn't even have time to think before a fist swung in her direction. She sidestep avoiding the blow, as she did she saw the familiar silver glint of metal. Before she could speak, she was sent to the barreling to the ground, Bucky standing above her. She saw the glint of his dagger in his flesh hand, which sent a wave of panic through her.

"It's me!" she yelled, "Bucky, it's me!" She got back on to her feet, holding her hands up in the air in a defensive stance.

"Marci?" The way her name fell off his lips almost sent her into a frenzy.

"It's me, Buck," she was short of breathe, chest bouncing as she went and flipped on the light switch. She finally was able to see him after her many days away. "I'm back," she smiled softly.

He looked like a mess, but Marci didn't care. She didn't mind that his dark locks laid messily on his head or that he wore an old pair of sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. But the sight of his lips turning up slightly at the sight of her made all of his imperfections disappear. Marci dropped her bag onto the ground where she stood, taking a few quick steps forward to throw her arms around Bucky's body. He gripped on to her tightly, almost afraid that if he'd let go she'd disappear again. "God, I missed you," he whispered into her hair. She hummed as a response, enjoying the feeling of their embrace. Marci didn't want to be the first to pull away, so she waited until Bucky did. His face held a grin, but his eyes looked heavy.