Marvel Imagines

Bucky Barnes-Do Something About It Pt. 2

A week.

A week since the night you stole Bucky's shirt and a week since he last spoke to you. You weren't worried that he might be angry with you because you knew for a fact he wasn't. What you were worried about was the look in his eyes. A twinkle of predatory amusement that made you so restless, you were looking over your shoulder every time you were alone. It went on for a few days in that week, the paranoia, until you realized that maybe Bucky wasn't going to do anything. He would have if he could the next day, but he hadn't and that's when you began to relax.

That's when you let your guard down.
And that was your mistake.

"Hey, who's up for a game of hide and seek?" You put down your magazine, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as Clint, Nat and Bucky entered the game room. Sam, who had been playing air hockey for the last hour with Steve, threw down his striker.

"Hallelujah! Sorry, man, but you suck."

Steve mumbled a cross between an apology and an insult as you stifled a laugh. With all his enhanced reflexes, the man struggled to hit the puck every time it was on his side of the table and you could see how relieved Sam was for someone to come up with another idea.

"I'm game." You chirped, getting to your feet and bouncing over to the others.

"Good, cause I'm bored out of my mind and Tony won't let us out of the Tower after that whole press attack." Clint grumbled.

"If we'd fought them, that would take away the whole point of us protecting them, Clint." Nat said gently.

"I still would've shoved my arrow up that guy's—"

"Did someone say hide and seek?"

Pietro and Wanda peeped their heads around the doorway and you grinned at the young Avengers as their faces glowed with excitement.

"Bigger crowd, harder find. This is gonna be a good game." Sam rubbed his hands together and looked over at Clint.

"So who's out?"

A tense silence as everyone stared at each other, wondering who would be so nice as to volunteer.

"Thanks, Steve." Bucky wiggled his eyebrows.

"Wait wh—"

"STEVE'S OUT!"

It might have a been a room full of grown adults and two teenagers, but at the phrase, every single one of you ran for your lives, stampeding down the hall with raucous hollering and cheers.

"Real classy, guys."

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Tony's garage was your ultimate hiding spot.

Behind a wall of tools, a little closet was hidden away in which contained nothing but a low file cabinet you could sit on and a shelf that you've stocked with gummy bears and goldfish. It was a place you'd go to if you wanted to get away or just think. At least fifteen minutes passed by where you just sat and munched on your goldfish in the dark.