[You deserve better]
[John walker x fem!reader]
[Description: You've never had a great experience with dating, but when one of your friends insists that you'll like this guy, you decide to give it a shot. Which you greatly regret because he sucks. To your Surprise John is there for you]
[TW: reader gets shit for her outfit, and kinda slut shamed, readers gets sexualized and is ignored. Might be sad, bad words probably, tell me if I should add anything, jealous, John's wife divorced him (nun of there are from john) ]
[Notes: no fiscal description except her outfit kinda, i tweaked the request just a little,]
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[Act 1]
Lilly keeps insisting that I go on a date. She says that if I don’t, I’ll end up dying alone and feeling sad. It’s kind of funny because, honestly, I’m pretty content on my own. Sure, I feel a bit empty sometimes, but that’s totally normal—100% normal. Lilly also thinks it’s the Avenger in me that makes me feel sure I don’t need anyone else, which I find silly. My identity as an avenger has nothing to do with my desire to be alone.
"Oh, come on, he's a great guy," Lilly is being persistent. She claims that this guy is great, which I find hard to believe considering that she's barely even talked to him.
"Oh really? Because the last time I heard, you met him at a house party and barely talked to him. You don't even remember most of that night. I don't mean to feed a stereotype, but guys who go to house parties are usually trouble."
"Do it for me, please. I want to see you thrive." With a roll of my eyes, I finally give in. She starts showing me his Instagram and talks about how great it’s going to be. She assures me that I don’t need to worry because she will handle everything. She insists on helping me get ready this weekend, and I’m 50% sure that she just wants to see the tower—and maybe the other Avengers, too.
[Act 1.5]
I had about an hour and a half to get ready, and Lilly just arrived. She ogled everything we passed as I made it to my room. Only Yelena, Bob, and John were here; the rest were at their were on a mission. Luckily, I hadn't run into any of the ones at the compound.
Lilly immediately heads to my closet as soon as we walk into the room. "So, what vibe are we going for?" I sit on my bed and stare off for a moment before turning to her. "Surprise me?" I can see the mischievous glint in her eyes, and I instantly realize that I should have said something else.
When she was finished, I felt a bit out of place. However, I did feel pretty; Lilly said I was hot. So, I guess I don't look terrible at least.
We just were about to start Gering ready to leave when, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in" To my surprise it was John. He stood in the doorway, "Did you break the coffee maker" I could hear Lilly snicker.
"No," I respond, giving Lilly a joking glare. "Okay," John replies but then pauses, looking confused. "Are you going somewhere? You usually don't put much effort into your appearance."
"Yes, I do! And it's none of your business—" I start to protest, but Lilly cuts me off. "She's going on a date!" she exclaims, giddy as if it were her own date.
“Hey, you’re kind of cute; you’re like the old Captain America, right?” John made a face when Lilly mentioned Captain America. “Lilly,” I scolded. John just walked out. “Wow, he is kind of a jerk, like you said.”
You and John weren’t friends—he always spoke his mind without seeming to care about how people felt afterward. Even though I kind of feel bad for him since he's in the middle of a divorce, I’ve noticed he’s been staying at the tower instead of his house. I walked up to my full-length mirror and started fidgeting with my outfit. “He’s getting a divorce; I kind of feel bad for him, and he’s not all bad sometimes.”
Lilly gave me a look. “Are you defending him? Because it sounds like you have a crush on him.” I stopped adjusting my clothes and glanced at her through the mirror. “What? God, no!” I quickly replied. “That would be ridiculous. I’m just a caring person.” I returned my focus to my reflection, my face heating up just a little. Lilly must be out of her mind.
I checked my phone, shit I was gonna be late. "We have to go, I'm gonna be late," I say as I bring the phone up so she can see. "Ok but we're not done talking about this," she said pointing her finger at me "There's nothing to talk about" I objected
[Act 2]
I was 15 minutes late, and now I'm rushing in to the building that Lilly dropped me off at, the situation was like a blind date but I knew what the guy looked like I just didn't know where Lilly had set us up at, and for some god awful reason she set us up at a bar.
As I entered, I looked around, trying to find my date. I hoped he hadn't left because I was late and feared I had stood him up. I sat down when I couldn't find him. Reaching for my phone, I decided to text Lilly for his number; I thought she had given it to me previously, but I must not have saved it. Just as I was about to hit send, I heard someone approaching.
“Sorry, I’m late! My bro's were taking forever at the gym, but you understand—I can’t let my body go,” he laughed. I glanced next to him and saw two guys accompanying him.
“Oh, don’t mind them; they’re just going to sit at the bar. I’m their ride,” he said, moving to leave. One of the guys leaned in to my date and said, not so quietly, “You’ll be one lucky guy tonight.” I inwardly cringed.
When I finally took the time to look at my date, I realized he really did just come from the gym. He was wearing a gray camo tank top and black shorts. I tried not to judge, but God, did I want to. He takes his seat, looks around, and then snaps at a waiter. The guy who's taken someone else's order gives us an annoyed look and puts up his finger to signal that he'll talk to us in a minute.
"What's up that guys ass" I just star at my date, "I mean he is buys and it's a little rude to snap at someone" he looks at me and laughs "it's his job. Lighten up baby" oh. My. God. What has Lilly gotten me into? "Sure," I say, already wishing to leave.
I want to make conversation, but my date is just starting on his phone. Finally, I'm saved by the waiter. Before my date can release he's here I mouth 'I'm sorry'. Why am I sorry? Well, I guess I'm not sorry because I haven't done anything, but I know my date probably won't say anything.
"What can I get you?" the waiter said briefly. We order food plus drinks. I don't drink but feel weird being at a bar and not getting a drink. As the waiter walks off with our order, my date speaks up, "he had his eyes all over you. You shouldn't have warned that, you like you sleep around" I was shocked, Appalled even. I didn't know what to say, so I just let it go.
[Act 2.5]
The hours seemed to stretch endlessly as he dominated the conversation, talking about himself without pause. Barely did he turn the spotlight onto me, only inquiring about the number of people I had been with, as if measuring my worth through the lives I’d touched. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when the date finally drew to a close, but it was quickly overshadowed by a lingering sense of melancholy.
Despite my initial reluctance to go out with him, a nagging thought crept into my mind: was romance something that was meant for me? The question echoed as I got ready to leave.
"Maybe you could come over after I drop off my friends," he suggested. I just blinked at him, then replied, "No, I have work stuff I need to do. Sorry." I wasn't really sorry, and I'm sure it didn't sound like I was.
"Well, will there be a second date?" he asked. I thought to myself that no, there definitely wouldn't be a second date.
"I’ll have Lilly text you," I offered, hoping that would make him stop talking.
"Can I at least have a photo? I mean, you're hot as hell and an Avenger," he said. Dear Lord, this guy really needs to get a grip.
"No," I replied, and this time I didn’t offer any excuses—I had simply stopped caring.
"Wow, okay, you're not even that pretty. You're lucky you're famous; otherwise, no one would like you." I just laughed out of shock and walked away.
When I’m outside, I call Lilly. She picks up after a few rings. "Hey, how did it go, girl?" I hear her cheerful voice.
"He was a jerk," I reply. I can hear her gasp on the other end. "Damn, I’m really sorry. If you want, I can send him a strongly worded text." I laugh. "No, it’s fine. Can you pick me up?"
"Ummm, I wish I could, but my roommate is using my car because hers is broken. I can get a taxi and come get you, though."
I would usually get one, but my wallet fell out of my bag when I hurried out earlier. "No, it’s fine," I say, already thinking of who else I could call.
"I’m really sorry this was my stupid idea," she says. "It’s okay," I respond. "You were excited for me to go on a date. Just remember this next time."
I tried to call everyone, but everyone was busy. Bob was in therapy and probably wouldn't be done soon. Yelena wasn't answering; she was probably taking a nap, and everyone was on a mission, well, except Walker. Just my luck.
I let out a heavy sigh as I dialed his number, feeling a mix of frustration and uncertainty swirling inside me. To my surprise, he picked up on the first ring. His voice came through, warm yet concerned, “Are you okay?” I almost chuckled at the absurdity of it, but the urge to cry—or maybe even to throw a punch at my date—was rising within me. “Well, not really,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “Could you please come and give me a ride back to the compound? I’m really sorry to bother you.” A brief pause followed before he finally agreed and asked where I was.
[Act 3]
The drive back was quiet—not awkward, just there. The hum of the car and the low music filled the space. I wasn't even paying attention to the lyrics; I was just kind of annoyed. I mean, how hard is it to put a little effort into a date?
"Date didn't go well?" I want to laugh. "Nope," I reply. "How come?"
It was unusual to see John not be an asshole; he did care. He just had issues that carried on into conversations and the way he spoke to people. Sometimes, he was too blunt.
"You know, typical bad date stuff, didn't put any effort into the date except talking about himself, rude to the waiters, snapped at them, didn't tip, and when all was said and done, he asked for a photo because I'm famous." I put quotation marks around famous.
It was quiet for a moment before John spoke up, "You deserve better." I glanced at him and replied, "Like I'll actually find that?" I intended it to be a light-hearted comment, but saying it out loud made me feel less angry and more sad.
"It's whatever, I'm not cut out for romance, I guess." John laughed at that. "You and me both," he said, which made me smile—a real one. "Yeah."
The conversation shifted into normal, the conversation felt easier than it'd been before. But it ended as we pulled into the compound parking lot. As we reached the main floor, I saw Yelena asleep on the couch, TV playing something.
John didn't want to stop talking; he hadn't felt like a normal person since the divorce. He shut down, but now it felt like he was going to be okay.
[Act 3.5]
John's room was close to yours, so he offered to walk with you, he was trying to keep the conversation going. And he ignored the butterfly feeling he'd been getting more recently when around you. As you guys needed your room (his was further on), you were about to go but when you turned around, he was closer to you than the other one realized, and his eyes looked down at your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes.
You weren't sure what had come over you, but you moved forward without thinking and kissed him. John's eyes involuntarily closed as you pressed your lips against his. When you finally pulled away, John leaned in, attempting to follow you for another kiss.
"John," you breathe out, pulling back again, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that; I don't know what got into me. You just... I feel like an asshole." Despite the guilt, your body craved to be close to him again. John looked slightly flushed, and you were sure you looked the same
He didn't say anything, just looking between your eyes, "Can I kiss you again?" he breathes out, both of you in a similar state. "Are you sure you want to?"
"I'm not sure I can have what I want" You instantly worry, is he filling the hole of getting divorced with you, now a little worried you ask "What would that be"
"To be the guy you deserve," he says quietly but not as a whisper. You had hoped that hearing him say another girl's name would help you move past this moment, but what he said only intensified your feelings. This time, you were acutely aware that you were leaning in to kiss him, no longer worried about what this might mean for you in the future.
The kiss was hungry like before, but there was more to it, an understanding that this was a shared want.
Slowly, John pushed you up against the door, towering over you, one hand on your face and the other next to your head, your hands were in his hair. You pulled away when you heard footsteps in the distance. You both were disheveled slightly, before you could fix anything, Bucky had walked in view.
"Oh come on, what are you guys in high school?" he said before turning around and leaving.
Tell me if there's any mistakes, I think I did ok for geting back in to writing, it's been like three months lol. Anyway have a good day
I MIGHT do a second part that's why I ended it like this, but idk I feel like I already have burn out lol
