Bucky Barnes imagines

Belong

A/N: This one is semi inspired by how I'm kinda feeling about college rn. It's been a bit rough, with finding new friends, and figuring out how I belong here amongst these super smart students. I just feel drained. But I'm hoping it gets better. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

P.S. I'm sorry if this is total crap.

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Y/N's POV

I wasn't what you would call a "typical Avenger". In fact, I was surprised that I was even on the team.

I didn't have millions of dollars and a fancy suit like Tony Stark.

I wasn't injected with a serum that made me stronger, like Steve.

And I didn't have a metal arm like my boyfriend, Bucky.

I was everything they weren't. Purely the opposite.

So how the hell did I end up here?

I sat at the conference table, watching as Tony explained the upcoming mission in vivid detail. All eyes were locked on him. This was going to be important.

I was ready for it. I was new, but I thought I was prepared enough. I had spent months in training to get where I was now, struggling through grueling hours of workouts with my trainer and training sessions to be where I was now, an Avenger. I deserved it, or at least that's what Bucky told me.

A few hours later... we completed our job. It was in a fairly public setting, and in less than ten minutes, almost every news station had crowded the streets to see the famous Avengers.

I had braced myself for the swarm, but they had walked straight passed me to Bucky, who was trying to find me. Many more made their way to Tony and the others.

I was almost relieved that I was avoided, but a sharp pang of hurt struck my chest as I was put to the side and the A-List superhero friends of mine were recognized for everyone to see.

Shaking my head, I turned to leave. Who would care? Everyone was occupied with their interviews, and I'd see them back at the tower. It didn't matter if I was there. I had already done my job.

I heard voices calling my name, but I didn't look back as I back to walk back towards the building I called home, with a slight limp from a nasty cut I had received earlier.

I would push past the pain, just like I had done for the past few weeks while on this team.

Eventually... I made it back. I took a shower, bandaged and treated my wound, and found myself lying in my bed.

I unlocked my phone and saw a news story about the Avengers and suddenly, my cut didn't seem to hurt so much as the weight of sadness fell onto me heavily.

The front picture was a still shot of all of them together, all smiling and looking confident. Even Bucky looked like he was where he belonged, despite his past and shiny metal arm.

I didn't bother to read the article. I turned off my phone and groaned in frustration as tears began to well in my eyes.

A sharp knock on my door caused me to grow still. "Who is it?"

"It's Bucky. Can I come in?"

"Sure." I sat up in bed as the door opened. He was still dressed in his uniform as he walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern as his blue eyes focused on me. A small trail of blood was trickling from a cut on his cheek.

"Are you doing okay, doll?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I gave him my best attempt at a fake smile, but I could tell he wasn't buying it.

"Don't do that." Bucky shakes his head, his eyes darkening slightly. "Don't hide away from me. What's going on?"

"Everything is fine, Bucky. You don't have to worry about me." I climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, hiding the tears that had slipped out and were falling down my cheeks. I stood in front of the mirror and gazed at my reflection.

My hair was a uncontrollable mess, and my eyes were starting to become red with the tears that I had tried to hold back, unsuccessfully. My gaze turned to the left, and I could see Bucky walking up behind me slowly.

"I'm your boyfriend. Of course I do." Both of his arms wrapped around my waist, and I let out a shaky breath as his lips brushed against my cheek. "What has you so upset doll? Beyond just today. You've seemed off for the past few weeks."

I sniffed, before I looked at my reflection again. "I don't belong here."

"Y/N-"

"I know, you told me I deserve to be here, and that everyone likes me." I desperately try to wipe away the tears as fast as they appear. "But Bucky, I'm not like you. I don't have billions of dollars or super soldier serum. I'm not trained extensively like Natasha. I don't have any of that. So it's no wonder that I'm not stopped by the TV stations for an interview or that no little kids say that they want to be like me one day. I'm just... not enough."

"Not enough?" Bucky's voice cracked with emotion, and sounded astounded at my words.

"I tried for several months to be as great as you." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his shoulder. "But it's just not... just not possible."

I was turned around in his arms to face him, and I let out a small shaky breath as his lips touched my forehead. "Open your eyes, doll."

Hesitantly, I opened them and they met with his. They were filled with sadness and confusion, and I couldn't understand. I thought he'd agree with me.

"Y/N... you are beyond enough. From the first day you came here till now, right here in this bedroom, you've been my inspiration to keep going, to look past what I've done and be the person that I've wanted to do. You made me feel like I belong. I wish I had known that you didn't feel the same about yourself." His eyes watered with tears. "But I can tell you this... if you left, everyone would be devastated... Steve, Wanda, everyone... but especially me. You belong here, Y/N. You may not have those things that you listed, but you are extraordinarily strong, beautiful, and amazing. Please don't go."

Tears began to stream down my face, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His arms tightened gently around my waist as his lips repeated the three words that broke my heart. "Please don't go."

"I won't..." I whispered, before pulling away and kissing him softly. "I promise."