"Stupid Girl"
Drabble
Bucky x reader
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Bucky nearly froze the moment your head softly landed on his shoulder. It took all of two blinks for his heart to melt once he realized you had indeed fallen asleep, breath evening out softly.
He had noticed your head bobbing a few.minutes ago, the file in your hands lowering, you adjusting and bringing it up quickly, shifting, head bobbing. He had grunted when you had shifted too close, head bobbing, you stifled a yawn, the file lowering again...
How could you fall asleep next to him? Strike that, how could you fall asleep on that arm? He swallowed listening to you breathing, his lips turning up in the corners as he relaxed, head falling back for a moment.
Since day one you had been more than comfortable with him, following behind him on missions. Following behind in the gym, at first it had been irritating and when he had gone for his runs he had left you behind without thought. Still, you showed up at breakfast, quiet yet determined.
He tipped his head, looking down at your sleeping face. A year and five months. It had taken you this long, he had been grouchy, pushing you away softly, leaving you with Nat and Clint, bribing Sam to distract you, convincing Steve to change missions.
Your hand fell from his forearm down and he instinctively caught it before it could slip any further, fingers wrapping around yours. Deep blues eyes staring at the contrast of your tanned flesh against his metal.
He frowned, you had scars running across your wrist, two running up the length of your arm. Both arms matched with ugly scars, a testament you didn't need to voice. He knew. He had demanded to know. Being the asshole he was, it had changed the way he looked at you.
Bucky took a deep breath, leaning in, lips meeting lips softly, briefly, you were more than he would ever be. More than he could ever deserve. "Stupid girl."
You hummed, fingers curling around his, a smile forming in your sleep as you burrowed closer.
Bucky narrowed his eyes- and shoved you.
"Whhhhhaaaaaaa-?!"
"Why do I have to do all the work?! WAKE UP! If your gonna be going out on dates all night with god knows who-"
"It was only Scott, we went for chinese!" You mewled rubbing your eyes and pausing, "huaaahhh?!" The questioning noise left you as you extended your arm in front of you and Bucky knew he was done for. "Whats this?!" You demanded looking at him then back at your joined hands.
"Stop dreaming I'm Scott and let go of me already! You must be so embarrassed! Bet you even had a wet dream...." He rushed out.
You felt your face heat up, dropping his hand and then pouncing on him. "Why ArE yOu SO MEAN TO ME?!"
Bucky snickered, dropping down under you, "you think that hurts! It doesn't- ouch!"
Sam and Nat frowned, "that fucker."
Sam nodded, "he needs to lock it down before Lang really does steal her away."
"Steal who away?" Steve asked coming to a stop and smiling as he saw Bucky fall from the couch onto the floor you slapping his arms which he held above him, laughter resounding through the room.
"Y/N."
"Huh? But they're just friends."
Nat sighed, "and here I thought he had gotten past the whole 'still from the forties thing'."
"No hope at all," Sam sighed shaking his head as the two walked away.
Steve frowned, looking once more at the two before running after Nat and Sam.
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A/N: this is what I get for watching novellas and thinking about Bucky and how soft he would be... Ugh. Idk if I'll put it on my Ao3. Maybe after a nap? Heh- let me know if I fluffed properly?
