Request: For the drabble challenge, could you do #6 with Bucky
Warnings: None!
A/N: Hope you enjoy!
Summary: During a thunderstorm, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep.
The rain poured against the roof, causing your eyes to flutter open. Gazing up at the ceiling, you heaved out a sigh, the rolling of thunder accompanying the storm.
Checking the time on your phone, it jumped out at you.
2:30 A.M.
Groaning, you hated when sleet deserted you. You were at peace, all wounded inside the covers and cold mattress. You settled on staying where you were until the doorbell rang, harsh knocks coming seconds later.
Arching your brow, you hastily threw the covers off yourself and planted your feet against the floor. The rain only seemed to come down harder as you walked through the hall and to your front door.
With the porch light on, you could only make out the brisk image of a man. With your heart racing inside of your chest, you ran a hand through your air before opening the door.
“Do you have any idea what time,-“ You gazed up to see the man’s blue eyes casted into yours. “Bucky?” You registered, noticing the bruises on his face.
“I need a place to stay.” He said abruptly, coughing in the process. “Can I please stay with you?” He breathed out.
Stepping aside, you grabbed a hold of his hand and jerked him inside, quickly shutting the door. Turning on the light, the room was illuminated. To your own set of eyes, Becky’s hair was drenched, his attire torn.
“What on earth happened to you?!” You exclaimed, immediately rushing to the back of the house to retrieve towels. When you returned, Bucky was already undoing his shoes and tossing them aside.
“I got into a scuffle?” He kept his eyes glued to the floor, not meeting your gaze. Throwing the towel over his head, you rubbed his hair, earning a groan from him. He finally met your eyes. You noticed the tiresome look, his complexion awfully pale.
Carefully grazing your fingers across his forehead, he flinched at your touch. “I need to get the first aid.” You announced, making your way back to the house. This time when you returned, Bucky had slipped off his shirt, only to expose his toned frame and metal arm.
“A scuffle you say?” You thought back to his explanation. “You look like a wreck.”
Bucky laughed. “Thanks for rubbing it in, doll.” He heaved. You opened the first aid and grabbed the alcohol swabs. Gently dabbing at the gash above his eye, he flinched, but remained still for you.
“You’re fine with me staying though, right?” He peered up at you reassuringly. You quickly nodded your head, not wasting a single moment of precious time. You and Bucky were close, closer than anyone truly knew.
He kept some of your darkest secrets, while he told you all about his encounter with Hydra.
“Bucky, my house is always opened to you,” You sighed. “Because someone has to be here to take care of you when you’re bruised and battered.” You chuckled softly, earning a small smirk from him.
You glanced over the rest of his body, still seeing that his pants were soaked. “I think I have something of yours here,” You informed him, placing a small bandage across his cut. You went into the spare bedroom where Bucky usually stayed if he was with you. Grabbing a pair of sweats, you returned and tossed them at him.
“Change. You’ll get sick.”
Bucky scoffed. “I don’t get sick.”
“Just do it.” You retorted, not in the mood for arguing with him.
You exited the room and returned moments later to find him dressed. He sat back on the couch, his hair beginning to dry.
“Thank you,” He exhaled. You looked over at him.
“What for?” You raised your eyebrow.
“For being my best friend. Who else would’ve taken me in?”
You thought for a moment.
“Steve,”
Bucky rolled his eyes.
“But you’d rather have my assistance.” You nudged his shoulder playfully.
Bucky nodded.
“As always,” He sighed heavily, resting his head on the back of the sofa.
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