Trust In Me (Bucky x Reader) Ch 12

“How did he get her number?”, Bryan is slowly loosing his calm, you can see it in the way he holds himself.
“They are clever if they want to get something”, James answers while he scans your phone for spyware.
“You can't go there, (y/n). You just can't”, your manager exclaims, nearly shouting at you.
“I didn't say that I want to, Bryan. Sit down and shut up please. You pacing doesn't help.”

He huffs and falls back into the couch, placing his hands on his face.
You yourself are anxious, the feeling of fear intensifying. Now the stalker even called you, you thought that this would help, but he called from an old phone booth and did something to his voice.

“He didn't give us a time”, James says and you shake your head.
“He did actually”, slowly you walk to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and pull one of your copies of your first book out.

Skimming through the pages you finally find the one and hand the book to James.
“The beginning of the second paragraph”, you explain and he nods, before reading it. Meanwhile, you settle onto the couch again and try to busy your mind with something else.

“So the day of the next new moon, just at noon”, the brunet mutters after he finished reading.
“It's in only three days and you have to meet at an old boxing school”, Bryan sighs and suddenly he looks older and tired.
“Why a boxing school?”, James asks and you shrug.
“I just searched for something non-cliche. Nothing like a forest or coffee shop, just something special.”
“It surely is special...”



After two hours of brainstorming and plan making you settled on the scenario that you will go there, but James will accompany you and the police will be a few streets away if something goes wrong.
You don't feel much better after Bryan left, saying that he just needs a break right now but will be there if you need him.
Now you started to pace in the living room, worry eating away at you and you bite your fingernails.

“Stop that.”
You ignore James' exclaim and just fall deeper into your thoughts until you feel hands on your shoulders, making you stop.
“I said stop that”, you finally look up at him and see that he is studying you, the stoic expression replaced by a worried frown.
“You said it to Bryan and I will say it to you; you pacing doesn't help”, his voice is soft and you feel something snapping inside you.

All the worry and fear just releases itself and you feel the tears dripping down your cheeks.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry”, you hiccup and James rubs gentle circles into your skin. “I didn't mean to hit you. I just... I just... I'm sorry...”
You are full out weeping right now and with a heavy sigh James pulls you into his chest, his hand stroking your hair.
Just like the evening after the party you feel safe in his arms and his scent comforts you, calming you down.

“I'm sorry”, you whisper after you stopped crying and he nods against your head.
“I know, it's okay. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself for catching the wrong person. You had every right to act like you did”, he takes a deep breath and presses a short, soft kiss onto your hair.
“I shouldn't have done it”, you argue and he chuckles.
“Doll, you are full of temperament and I like that, so don't apologize for it.”

You pull back from the embrace and look into his eyes, searching them for any anger or coldness. But you can't find anything, just the man you knew before you slapped him.
“We good?”
“Better than good, Doll”, he pats your head and you shove his hand away, glaring lightly at him.

He just laughs and sits down on the couch. His eyes not leaving you, watching your every move.
“So? What do we do now?”, he asks and leans his head to the side.
“Waiting and hoping that we get him in three days”, you answer and he sighs, throwing his head back.
“I thought about eating some pancakes, but that's fine too.”

His eyes twinkle with mischief and you shake your head while smiling.
“I can get down for that too, actually. But you pay, I don't have money.”
“Liar, I saw your bank account”, he responds and you smile at him, knowing that he knows. “But I would have payed nonetheless after all the shit we went through. Go get changed and I will fetch my wallet.”
With a bounce in your step you run into your room and change into something more appropriate while still comfortable.

“I'm done”, you call out and James waits at the door for you.
“Than let's go, Doll. The pancakes await.”