Bucky Barnes One Shot Collections

exactly how I feel

Putting the finishing touches to your makeup you watch your boyfriend in the mirror. He pulls on his jeans and mouths along to the playlist Sam made for him. You smile when he catches your eyes on him and walks over to plant a kiss on your head, "you almost ready?" You nod and douse yourself in the setting spray, the watermelon scent calming your nerves.

You walk into the party room and scan the space for Monica immediately. She stands at the bar talking to someone you don't know and gives you a discreet nod before grabbing the two drinks in front of her and excusing herself. Walking over to you both she hands you a glass and kisses you on the cheek.

"You look amazing, how are you feeling today?" She knew how nervous you were about the party, the meltdown you had on her earlier in the week when you couldn't find something you felt comfortable in. Bucky didn't help much, reassuring you that you could wear a burlap sack and he'd still think you were the sexiest woman in the world.

His words were welcome but they didn't make you feel much better about yourself, all the women you were surrounded by were stunning with perfect bodies. Their jeans didn't wear out from their thighs rubbing together as they walked, they didn't have to deal with not being able to find jeans that fit properly because the people who made them thought that if you weren't a size 2, then you shouldn't expect anything with much shape.

You took a big drink of the fruity cocktail Monica had handed you, the rum burning your throat as you swallow,settling uneasily in the pit of your nervous stomach. You look around the room at your found family, adopted by them all after Sam saved you from a crumbling building over a year ago. Wanda was sitting in the corner on her own just observing everyone, Thor laughing in the middle of the room surrounded by people hanging on his every word as he told stories of Asgard.

Bucky excuses himself, kissing the back of your hand and winking, you and Monica head to the dance floor swinging your hips and giggling when the DJ puts on your favourite song. Spending the next five songs bouncing together and drinking the shots that had been passed around, you stop and look for Bucky wanting him to try the shots you'd been drinking.

Bucky stands at the bar looking at the analyst who won't leave him alone, he knows she's flirting with him and he doesn't like it. She hasn't picked up on his signals, and he wants her gone, especially before you see it and think the wrong thing about him. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, he would never actually tell Sam, but he would be eternally grateful to him for saving you and bringing you to the tower after your apartment building was destroyed. He took one look at you and was smitten, he remembers the cute dress you wore and replays the moment you smiled at him for the first time in his head constantly.

The ring that he's hidden in Sam's sock drawer calls his name daily but he's waiting, he wants it to be a perfect moment. As a boy he always wanted to propose under the stars, he had a plan to take you for a night picnic in the dark sky park he found online. Feeling the hand of the girl in front of him stroking his arm he realises he must have zoned out and snaps back, taking a sharp step back and asking her not to touch him. Looking around for you he meets the stern eyes of Monica. She'll kill him one day he's absolutely certain of it, she flicks her head toward the elevator where you stand frustratedly pressing the buttons.

He walks towards you, calling your name and begging you to talk to him. Panicking when you pull your shoes off and speed towards the stairs, ignoring him and his pleas for you to stop and talk to him. He doesn't walk at full speed towards you, wanting to allow you the space from him you obviously need. He's close enough to hear the hitch in your breathing as you try not to cry, and it breaks his heart. He can't ignore the pain in his chest anymore, planting his feet and shouting at you to stop and listen.