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Ice Cold
Bucky Barnes X Reader
No warnings here. Its all fluff. Enjoy!
You and Nat have been sent to Siberia on a mission. When Steve comes to get Nat for another mission, Bucky and you are left to complete the job. With a particular incident still creating awkward tension between you, its not only the weather thatās making you feel cold.
...
āHow long did Fury say we were going to be stuck here for?ā Natasha asked, peering out the window of the cabin with the binoculars.
āHe didnāt,ā you responded, studying the computer in front of you. You and Nat had been sent to a small cabin in Siberia to keep an eye on the operations of a small hydra base. Fury had got word that they were moving cargo from the base in Moscow, and it would be arriving soon, and it was important to know who exactly was going in and out of the base, before finally breaking into the base to examine, and possibly take the cargo at a later date. But Fury, being Fury, hadnāt even told you what it was, so for now you were sitting ducks, and you probably would be for a while. And with the temperature feeling like it was getting colder by the second, it was almost the start of winter after all, it wasnāt a pleasant place to be in for an extended amount of time. Ā
āFor God sake, just one time Iād like to be in the know,ā replied Nat, stepping away from the window to join you back at the computer, probably to check any communication that may have come from Fury, but she wasnāt in for much luck.
You rolled your eyes. Nat being out of the loop. Please. Like that ever happened.
It wasnāt long before Nat went back over to the window to watch the base again. Just as she got to the window, she chuckled a little to herself.
āWe have company.ā
Your heart jumped a beat. You immediately got to your feet, and felt your energy shift to attack mode. Your ability to control force and energy, allowed you to not only move things, but create energy fields (that could be used even more effectively than Capās shield to stop bullets), and was so strong anyone in the room could feel the shift.
Nat turned towards you and looked at you in shock. She held up her hand. āOh crap, sorry, wrong choice of words. Not that kind of company. You can relax.ā
You relaxed, but you werenāt sure what she meant. She went over to the door only when she was sure you had calmed.
āWell arenāt you a sight for sore eyes,ā Nat purred, as Steve and Bucky entered the cabin. They were partially wet, from the snow they had trudged in, but seemed totally unfazed by the whole ordeal. Nothing seemed to shake them, or even partly annoy them.
Bucky gave you a small smile, so small that if you had blinked you were sure you would have missed it. You smiled back anyways.
āSo, whatās the deal? They need four of us out here to observe a base. Itāll be days before we really need you here,ā you asked Steve. Bucky shifted uncomfortably behind him, like he wasnāt sure being here was the best idea.
āIām here to get Nat,ā replied Steve. āFury wants us to go talk to the ambassador in St. Petersburg. Whatever contact Fury has, they donāt want us starting world war 3 by infiltrating hydra. Fury thinks we can change his mind. If we can get in the good books of the ambassador.ā
You looked at Steve confused. Nat seemed to have a similar reaction. āWhy couldnāt you go talk to the ambassador? Would have saved a lot of time.ā
Bucky laughed to himself. Natās eyebrows raised. āSomething you want to share with the class?ā
Bucky smirked. āYou speak Russian. And you also have a certain persuasion about you.ā
Nat rolled her eyes. āOf course.ā
Again, you looked towards Steve in confusion. āSo, Iām staying here alone? I mean, I can, I just donāt want to. I think Iāll go crazy.ā Steve chucked.
āNo Y/N, thatās why Buckyās here. You guys will stay were while we travel. Hopefully by the time we get back, youāll have all the information we need.ā
You looked towards Bucky. He was hardly making eye contact with you. Boy, this will be fun.
Ā ...
It wasnāt like you and Bucky didnāt get along. You did. It was just odd. It took a long time for Bucky to warm up to anyone on the team, which was understandable, and when he finally did start talking to you it was only really about the missions. Until it wasnāt anymore. Youād talk about the 40ās, the kinds of stuff he liked as a kid. The stuff he was enjoying about being in the future, and the things he missed the most.
You liked him a lot, it just seemed every time you got close to him, he pulled away.
You hadnāt really talked much the last two weeks since the incident, and you were worried heād still be cold to you here. And anything that that was going to make this place even colder was not what you needed right now.
Ā ...
It had been a few hours since Steve and Nat had left, and the sun, or rather just the light that was just emitted though the thick clouds had set, you were starting to feel hungry. The only thing available was cans of soup, and some half-stale bread that you and Nat had picked up a week ago before getting dropped off here, but you began to prepare it anyways. Bucky had hardly said two words to you, but youād feel unkind if you didnāt make him anything to eat, despite whatever awkward tension might be present.
āHey what kind of soup would you like? We have tomato or tomato?ā You chuckled to yourself. Bucky didnāt even look up from his screen. āIām fine. Iām not hungry.ā
You huffed. āBuck. You have to eat something.ā He continued to ignore you.
āIām fine Y/n.ā You turned back towards the stove. Fine, be an asshole.
You didnāt see Bucky look back up towards you. He didnāt want to upset you, he really didnāt. He just didnāt know what to do with himself in this situation. Maybe staying as distant from you as possible was best.
Ā ...
Itās 11pm, you had got to bed about an hour ago. Its freezing. The uncontrollable shivering was making your body ache, and the damn fire that you and Nat had been burning all day was across the cabin, was doing near nothing to keep you warm. The last couple of nights had been cold, but they had been bearable. This was torture. You were sure you had never felt this cold in your life. You groaned.
Bucky was on the other side of the cabin feeling chilly, but ok. He didnāt feel the cold like you did, being much more used to it, but hearing you toss and turn, and now groan out in a mix of pain and annoyance was unsettling for him.
āYou ok?ā he called out.
You decided to ignore him, and pretend you were asleep. You didnāt want to feel weak.
āY/N?ā
Now you felt bad. You were sure there was concern in his voice.
āIāmā¦justā¦ā you started. You couldnāt even finish the sentence. Ā
You heard Buckyās covers shift and the floor creak as he made his way over.
He looked down on you. āFreezing.ā
Before you could say another word, he was lifting up the corner of your blanket.
āMove over. I prefer the right side of the bed.ā
You were confused at first. He hadnāt talked to you all day, and now he was offering to share a bed with you to keep you warm? However, you were too cold to argue. He wrapped his whole body around you, his right arm sneaking under you to lift you towards his body, and his metal arm resting surprising lightly on top of your hip.
Talk about mixed signals. But this is what you two did. He was looking after you. Youād do the same for him. Hell, you had.
Ā ā¦
(Flashback)
Ā You heard the screaming even from the end of the hall where your room was. Steve and most of the other avengers on your floor were on a mission. You had been told to stay back at the compound and work on your stamina and agility, and Bucky had volunteered to stay behind and train you.
The screamed shocked you awake and you ran down to Buckyās room. You didnāt know what was going on. Was he hurt? Was someone in the building?
āBucky?ā you called out as you entered the room. He screamed again and shifted in the bed.
He was clearly extremely distressed. You ran straight over to him, placing hands on his shoulder and shaking him awake. He woke up startled, and shot up from the bed.
āY/Nā¦what. Whatās happening? Are you ok?ā he sounded breathless, and was frantically grabbing onto your arms. You could see the wetness in his eyes, and a few tears that had feel down his cheek. You wiped them away.
āIām fine Bucky. We both are. It was just a nightmare.ā
You felt his relax under your hands. He sighed. āSorry.ā
You sighed back. āBuck, itās totally fine, Iām just glad youāre ok.ā
He fell against you for a moment, visibly still spent from the ordeal. You had never seen him like this. He usually had two modes, either he was strong and controlled, ready to fight a war, or he was chill and calm, like when you and him just hung out in the lounge, chatted and watched TV. It was a totally new Bucky to you, which wasnāt a bad thing, you just didnāt really know what to say. Or do. So, you asked.
āHow can I help? Make you feel better?ā
He looked up at you, searching your eyes for a moment, almost like he was trying to read your mind. āJustā¦ā he began. He hesitated.
You ran a hand down his cheek. āAnything Buck.ā
He rested his head on yours. āJust stay with me tonight.ā
You only hesitated for a second before you got in beside him.
Ā ā¦
Ā Twenty minutes later and you were still shivering. Bucky shifted against you.
āSorry, Iām really cold,ā you apologized. He pulled an arm tighter around you. āYou donāt have to apologise, I just wish I could do more.ā
You chuckled. āI wish I could just put the damn fire in the bed.ā
Bucky shifted away from you slightly. You blushed, hoping he didnāt take that the wrong way. āSorry, I hope that didnāt sound like a euphemism.ā
He shook his head confused. āNo, itās fineā¦I mean, I wasnāt even thinking of it like that. I ahā¦ā He got out of the bed. Your stomach dropped.
āI just was thinking, why donāt we just put the mattress in front of the fireplace? We are so far away here.ā
You let out a breath you didnāt know you were holding. āOh,ā you replied. āThatās a good idea.ā
So, seconds later, youāre moving the mattress, the blanket and the pillows across the cabin towards the fire. You were relieved when Bucky got back in next you, and now not only was your body warmer from having the heat from the fire hitting you directly on the back, but your heart was warm too, because Bucky was cuddled up next to you. Ā
Ā ā¦
Ā Part 2?
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