Marvel Imagines

just the cold ➳ bucky barnes

"Are you... blushing?" You nudged Bucky's side playfully.

His faint smile immediately faded. "What? No."

Smiling knowingly at his denial, you raised your eyebrows. "Did I get the ever-so-stoic, hardcore, total badass James Buchanan Barnes to blush?"

"No, it's... it's just the cold." He pulled up the collar of his leather jacket, wrapping an arm around himself.

"Huh, it's the cold. And not that I told you 'your lips look absolutely adorable and I want them to meet mine'?" You smiled as he began to blush deeper.

"N-no." His voice cracked as he turned his increasingly pink face away from yours.

Laughing, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You sure about that? Because I really think that our lips would be a perfect match, don't you? And it really would be a shame if-"

Bucky whipped back around with a low groan, gripping your jaw harshly and crashing his lips onto yours.