Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 2] Strangers (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

It had taken quite awhile for you to become comfortable around the man who had offered your shivering, bruised and exhausted form a place to take shelter all those months ago.

Even he seemed to have a difficult time adjusting to having another person share his sparsely furnished apartment, which just so happened to have an extra bedroom and bathroom - almost like it was made for a scenario like this.

But, as time went along, you both gradually began to get to know one another a lot better than you'd ever anticipated.

You'd gone from complete strangers to, for lack of a better phrase, best friends.

Bucky had even opened up to you about his traumatic past, a conversation that had been prompted when you'd been awoken with a start to the sound of muttered profanities and broken dishes late one night.

It had shocked you at first, but then again, that would put two and two together with his fascinating left arm.

He had been wary to reveal the prosthesis around you, and sometimes even now, he still is.

But the moment you laid eyes on the rather sleek looking limb, black and gold in colour, you were instantly intrigued.

You found that part of him something to be admired, not hidden away shamefully.

However, he seemed to disagree, still continuing to wear his long sleeves and gloves out in public, even in the middle of summer.

Needless to say, your life had done a complete 180 since that night your ex-boyfriend had kicked you out and into the rain, with Bucky becoming your saviour.

You've managed to find a job not far from home, Bucky's continuing his therapy and following up on the other conditions of his pardon...

Life is good.

You feel normal.

Almost as if you're living out some fantasy alongside the man of your dreams.

But no, you and Bucky Barnes aren't even close to a thing.

You wouldn't dare risk the incredible friendship you have.

But, as you slouch into the couch cushions and grab the remote, flicking on the TV, you can't help but allow your gaze to wander over your house-mate's form approaching you.

He wears a plain pair of grey sweatpants, along with a rather form fitting black tee, to which you can practically trace with just your eyes, the well defined muscles underneath.

His vibranium arm glimmers in the dim light of the TV and the lamp illuminating the dark living room as he comes to a halt, staring at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Damn... those icy blue eyes...

"What? Black and grey don't go together or somethin'?" He teases, referring to your gawking he'd managed to catch first hand, his sudden added weight at your side making the couch squeak softly.

"No, no!" You laugh, cheeks reddening as you swat him playfully. "You just should wear t-shirts more often, I'm telling ya."

"Now you're making me regretting putting this shirt on."

"Well then just take it off," You slide in your reply smoothly, to which he just chuckles, shaking his head with a sigh. "I wouldn't mind."

"And then I'll be cold," Bucky states plainly, though the disapproval in his tone doesn't match his actions, an arm being snaked around your waist and pulling you closer towards his side.