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Part two was requested! Here it is :) hope you like it!

You set the phone face-down on your bed: just on the mattress beside you. Your head is spinning with all sorts of things—things about what Bucky's going to say to you, mainly. What the hell happened there in that group chat? Wanda's been trying to convince you for months now that Bucky Barnes has been harboring feelings for you... romantic feelings, she claims. Ha! How ridiculous does that sound? Almost as ridiculous as the idea that Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, is upset about the possibility of Bucky having those feelings...

This is all very complicated. Too complicated for a Tuesday evening at home. All you wanted was to curl up in Bucky's grey sweatshirt, chat with your friends on the phone, and watch a movie or two. Now you're staring at the blank wall and counting down the seconds until Bucky's going to call.

With an ugly grunt coming out of you, you flop backwards into the mattress. It bounces a bit at your movement. The thing creaks.

"Miss, are you in distress?"

You close your eyes a bit at the sound of the female AI. "Yes, Friday, I believe this would count as distress."

"Should I call the authorities?"

You laugh lightly. "No, Friday. I appreciate the offer. But I'm not in that sort of distress."

"Oh." Friday takes a pause. "Very well then, Miss."

You decide that while you wait for Bucky's call you may as well watch some TV. So you search around your blankets for the remote. The struggle goes on and on... and then you hear the phone ring.

In your mad search for the remote, it seems as though you've lost your phone.

"No, no, no!" you mutter to yourself. On bare feet you skitter around the messy bedroom looking for the ringing thing. You can't let it go to voicemail—Bucky would think you're avoiding him, and this would all just get so much more complicated.

"Oh thank god," a sigh comes from your mouth as you spot the holy thing under one of your pillows. Anxiously you put it to your phone—just in time for the very last ring.

"Bucky?" You're sort of breathless as you beckon his name.

"Yeah, it's me."

You flop down onto your mattress again. "Bucky, what the hell is going on? Is this all as dramatic as it felt like it was?" Part of you is hoping that he tells you you're wrong: nothing's going on, and so there's nothing for Steve to be mad about. But a bigger part of you... well, you sorta hope that Wanda isn't wrong.

"That group chat was stupid, Y/N."

You frown. "Well jeez—sorry I missed you guys and wanted to talk."

Bucky can hear the annoyance in your voice. His picks up a decibel as he tries to compensate for upsetting you. "No, no. That's not what I meant. It was a fine idea to get in touch. I meant—well, I meant it was stupid that Wanda and Nat said anything about me."

Again your eyebrows furrow. You come up from the bed to start pacing in circles as you talk. "Oh. Yeah, I guess it was." You clear your throat to keep it from sounding a certain way. "I get it now; you don't have to explain anything to me. I guess I'll let you go back to your mission then..."

"Wait, Y/N. That's—fucking hell—that's not what I meant, either." He sounds exasperated as he talks. You can picture him running those metal fingers through his hair as he sighs.

"Then what do you mean, Bucky? Because I'm kinda confused. Wanda says you like me, Steve gets all pissed off, and you disappear then call me up to "explain". So are you gonna explain? Or are we gonna keep dancing around it here?" You've never been very patient, and Bucky's your friend. You have permission to be blunt with him.

"You're right, you're right. I just need to come out with it." You hear him grunt, almost as if he's in pain.

An eyebrow lifts slightly higher than the other on your face. "Come out with what, exactly?"

Bucky's sigh comes out of the receiver. You can almost feel his warm breath. "And tell you that I love you, Y/N."

Your arms cover in little bumps. Your head spins. You think you know what he means, but you have to be sure...

"Well I love you too, Buck. I tell you all the time." You speak light and airy as if it means nothing at all. You're friends—you always have been. But does he mean more? This'll tell you.

"Not like that, Y/N." Bucky's voice is quiet and low like he's indulging you on a delicious little secret. "I mean I love you as in I'm in love with you. I love you as in I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and trying to be good enough for your love in return. I love you a whole hell of a lot, Y/N. And I really hate that it's taken a stupid group text to come to this, and I wish I could've said it in person, but I think you probably already had a clue."

You're nearly speechless. "No, I... well Wanda..." You stutter. Sighing, you say, "I never believed it could be true."

Bucky's soft laughter makes you crack a smile. "Yeah, doll, it's true. I've been head over heels for you since... god, I can hardly even remember. It's been a hell of a long time." He's silent and so are you. All you can hear is heavy breathing. Then he's saying, "I don't need you to say anything. I don't need anything from you at all—nothing that you don't want to give. All I needed was to tell you that you're perfect to me, Y/N: every little ridiculously adorable thing about you I've come to love. That's all I need; is for you to know how much I love you. And I really, really fucking do."

Heart racing, you open your mouth to reply.

Nat beats you to it.

"Barnes—suit up. We gotta go."

Bucky sighs heavily. Nat's voice was distant but close enough to know she's now in the same room.

"I gotta go, Y/N. I'm really, really sorry. And I'm sorry I had to do things this way..."

"It's okay." You smile so that he hears it in your voice.

Bucky grunts to Nat, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He turns his attention back to you with a full mouth to the phone. "I'll see you when I get home tomorrow?"

"Mhmm." You're still too shocked to form any other words.

"Okay, doll. Take care. And do me a favor and keep that sweatshirt: it looks better on you anyway."

That's the last thing you hear before Bucky hangs up the phone. You stare at the screen that once held his contact name for a few moments longer. And as you're sitting there like a mute, the phone once again starts to wring. Wrinkle in your brow you read: Captain Spangles.

"Oh my god."

Eagerly you put it to your ear. "Uh, hello?"

There's a loud clashing noise on the other end. Then a few grunts here and there.

"Hello? Steve?" you practically shout.

There's a pause. Then, "Y/N? You there?"

"Yeah, yeah—I'm here. What's going on?" There's the distinct noise of a gun being fired and you jump from the bed. "STEVEN GRANT ROGERS ARE YOU ON THE GODDAMN FIELD RIGHT NOW!?" Jesus Christ, as if you don't worry about him enough.

"Yes! Yes, I am," Steve pants. "I—ouch—I needed to call you."

"Right now? It had to be right, right now?" You start pacing the floor again. Oh god, he's going to get himself killed.

"Yes right now! Because I need to tell you something, Y/N. I need to tell you something I should've told you a long, long time ago." He grunts again and there's a loud clanging noise. His shield must've knocked someone out.

"What?" you're nervous to ask. Biting down on your finger, you wait for his response.

"I'm head over heels in love with you, Y/N."

Your jaw drops wide open. There's enough space to fit Hulk's fist in there. Your eyes have gone wide as you stare at the wall.

"Y/N?" Steve grunts your name. "Y/N? Are you there?"

"Uh... yeah, yeah I'm here."

Winded and tired, Steve asks, "Do you, uh, have any thoughts on that?"

Only one:

"Holy fucking shit."

A/N: Anyone down for part 3?? 

-Winnie