(its the first pov, enjoy)

'hey, this is y/n banner! i cant come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and ill try and get to you as soon as possible! have an amazing day! bye!'

as the phone was telling him to record a message, a long sigh came from his mouth. 

"hey dollface,"

"so, i dont know what the hell im doing, but when the hell do i." he chuckles lightly before continuing. 

"ive gotta confess something to you doll, before its too late." 

"all this time together, all the jokes from sam, all the sneers from tony and nat, ive come to realize that i dont wanna be your friend anymore," 

"because ive fallen completely and utterly in love with you." 

"and i want you to know love, and if theres any chance you feel the same,"

"please tell me doll." 

"TELL Y/N WE SAID HI!" 

"YEAH THIS LOVE CONFESSION THING IS GETTING TOO LONG WE GOTTA GO BUCKY"

another dramatic sigh. "also, scott and peter say hi."

y/n pov:

i set my phone down, after playing the recording for the third time. 

hes in love. 

with me. 

bucky. 

bucky is in love with me.

what?

when? 

why?

why me?

i immediately called him back, going to voicemail after a few rings. 

"i've gotta confess something to you doll, before its too late."

was i too late?

i leaped off the bed, grabbed my purse from my coat rack, and tore down the hallway to my dad in the lab.

"hey angel, whats up?"

"dad, i need you to track bucky's phone call. now." 

"why?"

"because i might be too late."

it was really hard to tell dad how i felt about bucky, because he never really met my dad. but he learned to accept it, because his opinion cant change the way i feel about him. it never will. 

i paced the cement floors, not saying anything while i listened to the rapid typing of my dads keyboard. 

"got it." 

"pin the location on my phone please." i said, grabbing a sweatshirt i threw over a chair many days ago. 

"pinned and ready. go get 'em, sweetie. and be careful!" he slid the phone across the table and gave a small wave, which i returned before running out to the garage. i revved the engine of my motorbike, kicked backwards until i was facing the door, which was gradually opening. pushing the kickstand up with the sole of my converse, i stepped on the pedal and raced out the garage.  

timeskip ✧.*

with the bike parked and me running down the streets, my eyes were brimming with tears. 

if i was too late, i would never get the future i dreamed of. 

with him. 

the tracker said the phone he used to make the call was moving, and it was moving towards me. 

i focused in on the coversations going on, super hearing being a plus. 

"understood sir. hostages are being loaded as of now."

"you okay uncle scotty?"

"yeah pete, im all good. you good barnes?"

"im fine."

i recognized that voice.

i looked up to see three people walking in my direction, two taller than the other. 

"bucky."

it was barely a whisper but he heard it, because his head whipped into my direction.

"y/n," he breathed out.

i ran into his arms, immediately placing my lips on his.

his flesh arm snaked around my waist as his vibranium one held my head in place. 

"ill give yall a moment," scott said, dragging peter and walking away. 

when we pulled apart, we were breathless. he rested his forehead against mine, and looked at me through his eyelashes. 

"you got my message."

"y-yeah."

"i just wanted to tell you in ca-"

"you had nothing to worry about buck, im here now. and im never leaving."

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too, bucky."

ok so i was totally inspired to write this the minute i saw the pov, hope everyone likes it <3

you > tom holland

its a fact :)

also i apologize for how short this one is, please leave suggestions as im running out of ideas 

xx,

emma