Recovery

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Recovery

Prompt(s): “Can I get some fluff
with Bucky pleaaase. After Winter Soldier when they rescue him :0 because who
can get enough of Bucky haha” and “Can I request a Bucky x Reader where the
reader broke an ankle in a mission and Bucky wants to take care of her but she
says she doesn’t need anyone’s help, but at the end she lets him help her?”

Warnings: None?

Note: Awwwww Buckyyyyyy

“Put
me down, Bucky,” You told him, crossing your arms. “I need to learn to use my
crutches.”

“Sorry,”
Bucky set you down gently, handing you your crutches. “Do you need anything?
Water? Soup? Do you want me to make you a sandwich?”

“I’m
fine, Bucky.” You insisted. “I can
take care of myself.”

“I
know, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m
completely fine.” You told him again. “Really, honestly. I’m fine.”

“Okay,”
Bucky nodded. “I just…I care about you. A lot. You know that.”

“I
know. But I’m not helpless, okay?”

“Okay,”
he agreed, walking down the hall beside you. He slowed his pace, careful to
stay with you. You made your way to the couch and sat down. Bucky grabbed a few
pillows and used them to prop up your leg.

“Buck,”
You crossed your arms.

“Right,
sorry. I’ll just be in the other room then. But um…call me if you need me,
okay?”

“I
promise,” You said. He left the room. You smiled softly. God, you loved him, but
you didn’t want to be a damsel in distress. It was bad enough you had broken
your ankle on a mission, you didn’t want him answering to your every whim. No.
You could handle yourself, couldn’t you?

***

“Buckyy…”
you whined later that night.

“What
is it?” he asked, walking into the living room. “Is something wrong?”

“Do
you wanna cuddle?” You asked, blushing. Bucky smiled.

“Y-yeah,”
he nodded. He walked over to the couch and scooped you up in his arms, holding
you to his chest. He sat down, pulling a blanket around both of you. He kissed
the top of your head. You sighed at his warmth. He gave off heat like a furnace.
It was incredible and cozy. Bucky felt like home.

“I’m
sorry,” You mumbled. He chuckled.

“That’s
okay,” He said softly. “I know you don’t want to be helpless, but that doesn’t
mean you can’t accept a little bit of help every once in a while.”

“I
know,” You sighed. “Don’t leave me,”

“I
won’t. I love you.”

“I
love you too,”

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