I caved in and I'm making a Marvel x reader book.
However, HoPEFULLY, this will also help keep my writer's block at bay.
Please enjoy ♡
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(During Civil War)
Imagine you trying to comfort Bucky after the first encounter with Zemo. Because he was set back into his machine-like state, he had almost beat you to death. The grief was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry," Bucky was traumatized.
He had almost killed the love of his life.
You squirmed a bit from the pain, "Its alright, Buck."
"No, it's not."
"That wasn't you, ok? I promise it'll be alright."
"But you almost died, and it was my fault." Bucky was sobbing at this point, burning tears were streaming down his face as he looked at you.
You cupped his cheek and he grabbed it, tilting his hand so he could kiss your palm. You smiled.
"I love you, Bucky Barnes," you said sincerely.
You barely had any time to react before he smashed his lips against yours, pushing you into the wall. He had seemed to forgotten about your broken ribs, but it didnt matter.
He let go, nestling his head in the crook of your neck, "I love you too, doll."
