Summary: just a quick lil thang about Bucky and reader not being people persons 😌 🎉
Authors note: soooo this is the first fic I’ve posted 🥲
thank you for reading! ☺️💖
The cool breeze bit at your skin as you stood on the balcony overlooking the blinking lights of New York City. The sounds of traffic and distant thunder were starting to be drowned out by the party inside. People laughed and chatted loudly to be heard over the chilled jazz resonating through the room. It was hard to move around in there; there were so many people. So many people you didn’t know. You just needed a moment to recharge your social battery before going back inside.
You were still relatively new to the team, not really feeling like part of the family yet. Meaning people knew who you were but weren’t well known enough for strangers to talk to you about how incredible it is to be an Avenger.
You placed your glass of half-drunk wine on the balcony railing as you inhaled the calming smell of oncoming rain.
“Mind if I join you?” A deep voice sounded from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to double check who it was. Though the husky voice already gave it away… Bucky.
You hadn’t really gotten to know everybody too well yet, but Bucky instantly drew you in. You weren’t sure if it was his sad eyes and the story that was behind him or the kind smile he would still send your way regardless of that. The fact that he was unbelievably beautiful didn’t help either.
“Of course.” You gestured to the space next to you and offered him a small smile. His long brown hair was tied back into a bun, bits and pieces falling out into his face. He was in all black like usual. Dress pants with a button-down shirt and bomber jacket. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look devastatingly gorgeous right now.
“Having fun?” He asked you amusedly, taking a sip of whatever was in the bottle he was holding in his gloved hand. His eyes bore into yours as he awaited an answer.
You smirked and looked down at your glass. His gaze making your cheeks blush more than the wine was.
“No, not really.” You said truthfully. “I’m sure it’s a great party but I’m just not much of a people person.” You sighed, bringing your wine to your lips, and taking a sip of the presumably expensive liquid.
“What about you? You having fun?” you asked him, kind of happy to have some company. Maybe just because its him.
Bucky let out a heavy sigh, turning around to rest his back against the railing next to you.
“No. It’s not really my sort of thing.” He let his gaze linger on the room in front of him before flicking them up to meet yours. “Most of them only know of me from when I…before I came here.”
It wasn’t your place to ask what he meant by that, as much as you wanted to.
The wind picked up even more, the air now making your bare skin break out in goosebumps. You crossed your arms across your chest as you gently rub your hands down your arms to try to warm them up.
“You cold?” He asked you softly.
“Just a bit,” You answered honestly. “There’s a storm coming.” You pointed a painted nail to the distant flashes of lighting.
“Here,” He shrugs of his dark jacket of his shoulders and placed it gently over yours. “I don’t really feel the cold anyways.” The warmth of the oversized jacket immediately soothed you. The smell of expensive cologne washed over you, and you realize how close to you he’s still standing.
“Thanks, Bucky. “ You look up at him through your lashes. His blue eyes were so captivating, his hair looked so soft to the touch, his lips…
“Anytime, Doll.” The nickname making a warmth crawl up your neck to your cheeks. He took a step back but didn’t stray too far. You swear you could still feel the heat radiating from him. You leant down on the cool balcony railing.
“So do you know any of the people in there?” You asked him, glad something came out of your mouth even though it wasn’t the best conversation starter.
Bucky matched your actions and leant down on the railing right next to you.
“Nah, not really,” he said, looking over his shoulder at the party. “Mostly politicians and celebrities, I think. I bet Tony wouldn’t know most of them either.” He chuckled, making you chuckle too. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. You looked over your shoulder to look at the people partying as well.
“Oh, I know him,” He pointed. “That’s Steve. And he’s talking to Sal or Sam… whatever his name is.” He joked. You scoffed, shaking your head. Bucky and Sam have had this love-hate friendship since they met apparently.
Bucky looked back at you, and you realized how close you really were. His eyes trailed over your face, flickering down to your parted lips then back up to meet your gaze.
“Hey, did you uh- can I grab you a drink?” Bucky asked nervously, pointing a thumb to the bar inside the tower. You smiled at him.
“I’d love that.” You blushed as he stood up and held his arm out for you to take.
This party just got a lot better.
• First two letters of your last name
• First vowel of your first name
• Third letter of your middle name (or parent’s first name if you don’t have a middle name
• Last consonant of your last name
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