thinking about !clingy bucky
!clingy bucky who, at first, swears up and down that he isn't clingy. that no, he just so happened to be sitting beside you on the couch - he didn't mean to lean his cheek against your shoulder. and he certainly didn't mean to end up on top of you. it was an accident ... or so he claims.
!clingy bucky who learns your routine under the guise of it being pure coincidence. when you're getting your coffee in the morning, he's in the kitchen too with a boyish little grin and a, "morning doll" like he hasn't been waiting for you to enter the kitchen. when you're tying bandages around your knuckles to get ready for a sparring session with natasha, bucky's suddenly there helping you - even though you've definitely got it covered. when you attend a debrief with the others, even if bucky hadn't been involved with the mission, he's there right beside you.
!clingy bucky who can no longer sleep without the feeling of you curled up either beside him or laid out on top of him like some human-sized weighted blanket. if you happen to be an active sleeper - moving around at night or simply tossing and turning to get comfortable - bucky is … let’s just say … not the happiest of campers. the moment he registers that your body is no longer in his arms, he wakes like someone’s just alerted him that you’ve died. shooting up, eyes open, hands moving with minds of their own. and you? you’re only a few inches away from him, still sleeping - snoring, even, though he won’t tell you that. he reaches out, arms around you, hauling you back against his chest and grinning like he’s won some big prize when you snuggle instinctively into his hold.
!clingy bucky who smiles and perks up like an excitable dog whenever he hears your voice. he could be sitting in the common room with sam and steve, playing their usual game of poker with the only deck of cards in the compound, when he hears you laugh at something that natasha’s telling you about her latest recon with clint. he pauses, his hand nearly spilling onto the coffee table as he turns his head and strains to listen to you - wanting to bottle the sound and keep it in his pocket. sam and steve both tease him, of course. but what does he care? you’re laughing, and it’s the greatest sound that bucky’s ever heard. well … that, and the way that you say his name.
!clingy bucky who can, and will, pout if you don’t kiss him at least once before leaving bed in the morning. otherwise, the rest of the team is treated to a very grumpy bucky - snapping at the littlest of things, grunting instead of giving straight answers, the full dramatic experience. and the pout that he wears? furrowed brows, a jutted out bottom lip, the absolute works. but the moment you approach him in the kitchen and press that soft little kiss to his cheek … gone. dissipated. like he was never pouting in the first place.
!clingy bucky who has accidentally made a habit of following you around when you return home from any kind of mission. even if it's a simple recon that has you returning home within the same day - bucky won't let you out of his sight for anything more than a second or two. it's as if he's a guard dog attuned to your every movement - where you are, the rest of the team could expect to see bucky too ... in fact, they anticipate it.
!clingy bucky who, no matter which way you try to spin it, is the most clingy man that you've ever met. but he isn't clingy in a way that feels suffocating. it isn't overbearing or overwhelming, it isn't too much. it's soft, it's warm, it's loving in a way that proves just how much bucky trusts you - how much solace he finds in you. he sees you and sees love, he sees you and sees warmth, he sees you and sees the one thing that he can't live without.
