drabble night - could ya show us how bucket and miss villian are at one of tonys parties? thanks!!
gasp two drabbles??? yes because i cannot be bothered to check if they’re okay i am just throwing them out into the world like lil birds and expecting them to fly
Catch up with the rest of the series here!
"Target acquired," you say, voice low. "Sending data."
Bucky stares at you, champagne flute untouched in his hand.
"This is not a mission and you're not James Bond."
"Partner is going rogue. I repeat, partner is going rogue."
Bucky gives a short wave to some random celeb who walks by. "If Pepper sees you doing this, we're both getting kicked out."
"I fuckin' wish she would." You sigh, leaning back against the bar counter. "Hey, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?"
"None." He knows you can and he does not want to see you try.
"Ugh." You eye the crowd who were too sophisticated to start a game of King's Cup. "Bucky, no offence, but this is so fucking boring."
"Why d'you think I hate them so much?" he murmurs, raising the flute to his lips. "Nearly strangled myself with the curtain chord last ti-"
"Hey guys," Steve has a smile on his face but you can see the pain of a few hundred 'good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you' run deep in his eyes.
"Steven, you fiend." You don't bother looking at him. "Where is the love of my life?"
Steve glances at Bucky.
He raises the glass to his lips. "She's talkin' about T."
Steve, in return, doesn't bother looking at you. "Made the logical choice of not showing up tonight."
"Fuck." You knew that. Just thought she’d be a great pal and not leave you stranded at this godforsaken parties. "Steve, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?
"None," Bucky cuts in before his best friend can answer. “The answer’s none.”
"Don't tell me y'all drank this place dry already,” another voice cuts in.
Bucky silently slides him a whiskey in silent camaraderie.
"Sam, how much do you wanna bet-" You turn to the newest member with shining eyes.
"Stop it,” Bucky interrupts. “No one’s betting on anything.”
"Well, would ya look at that? I collected the whole bunch." You grin at them, dismissing Bucky’s grumpiness. "Hello, boys."
"Tony's gonna notice," Steve says, but he doesn't look too bothered.
“Maybe we’ll finally get kicked out,” Sam raises.
“That’s what I said.” You nurse your temples. “Why am I even here? I’m evil.”
“Only on the weekends,” Bucky reminds.
“It’s Friday night, I turn evil in-” you glance at the clock in the corner of the room -”thirty three minutes.”
“Like an insufferable Cinderella.”
“I like that take on it,” you agree, staring out at the crowd.
It doesn’t seem to be thinning any time soon, but it’s awfully addicting to look at. Glittery and shimmery, full of laughs and false benevolence. Waiters darting about gracefully with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres which Bucky had obnoxiously pronounced as ‘horse divorce’ every single time he saw them.
Like now.
“Horse divorce,” he says.
“Shut the fuck up,” you reply.
Tony does a double take at the sight of four of you, gazing out to the sea of people like you’ve been hypnotized. He backtracks almost immediately and sharply, not exactly thrilled when your eyes slowly trail back to him.
"God didn't give you pretty faces to just be wasting it like this,” he deadpans. “Why the fuck are all of you standing here?"
Steve sighs. “Well, it was good while it lasted.”
“That’s right, go mingle,” Tony chirps as Steve pushes himself away from the counter. “You too, Wilson. People oughta meet their new Captain ‘Murica.”
Which left you and Bucky, both of whom Tony tried to get out there but Bucky’s resting bitch face vehemently disagreed with.
“Don’t ever invite me to a party again, Buck,” you pipe up.
“Only if I get a chance to back out too,” he says, voice low.
“Come over to the sewer drain on 17th Street and I’ll show you what a real good time is,” you propose instead. “There are weekly fights where you battle a guy turned into a crocodile. They got snacks too.”
Sounds interesting. He might just consider it.
Bucky looks up the clock even though he has a perfectly good worn-out watch on his wrist.
"Twenty six minutes till you’re evil again." He glances at you. “Wanna go for a walk?“
"Fuck yeah." You lace your fingers in his and tug him along.
He can’t tell if people have started leaving, or if they’ve just moved away from the floor to better places. Either way, it’s not crowded enough to bump into someone, but just enough attendees to hide the both of you.
"Also hey-" he pulls his hand away for a second to fish something out of his pocket. "I bet ten dollars that you can, so don't fuck it up."
He hands you a bottle cap.
The expression on your face is devilish.