Maybe Bucky hates shopping for new clothes and wears his stuff til there’s holes so you have to convince him to go shopping/try stuff on and you boost his confidence - Bucky does a lil spin in new jeans or something for the reader 🤭
New Jeans.
A/N: I really love the thought of this. Thank you for the request. You’re an angel! @sunday-bug
You had just entered the watchtower when you heard Bucky loudly cuss from his bedroom. Your eyes widened as Yelena let out an uncomfortable laugh, she looked exhausted and bruised. You knew better than to question it, noticing as she eyed you up and down looking at your hands as you held two coffee cups. You slid her your fresh cup with a wink before walking down the hall to Buckys' room.
His door was cracked open, and he was pantless as he rummaged through his dresser drawer. “It’s me, can I come in?” You announced your presence as he walked over to the door to open it fully.
“Yeah, sorry, I can’t find pants that fit right and don’t have tears” he closed the door behind you to shield you from his nosy housemates.
“I’ve been there, I get it!” You smile at him, holding out the coffee cup.
“This is for you. It has a splash of hazelnut creamer” he gently took it from you, smiling before taking a sip. “Thank you, my love. Where’s yours?” he kissed your cheek before blushing as he noticed you eyeing his toned thighs up and down before he found a pair of jeans to jump into.
“Yelena looked like she needed it more than me” you smiled softly and he chuckled, knowing you were likely right about that.
“We can share mine” he handed you the cup back with a soft smile. You noticed his shirt had a few small holes near the neckline, and that the pants he had just put on were ones you’d never really seen on him before.
“Hey baby, can I ask, when was the last time you went shopping?”
“For clothes?” He tilted his head and you slowly nodded, worried the question came off as rude.
He stood still, rubbing his beard as he tried to think so he could answer your question honestly. “I really can’t remember the last time I went shopping, it’s been a while. I’m sure that’s really obvious” he chuckled gesturing to his outfit.
“Do you want to go shopping today? Or did you have another plan?”
You felt his hesitancy, “ I can help you pick stuff, I mean if you want.” He sensed your immediate excitement and though he was initially reluctant he knew he’d be in perfect hands.
“I’d love that. I don’t have a sense of style, I just like black and blue, I’m sure you’ve noticed” he laughed putting on his black biker jacket that was hanging on a rogue office chair in his room.
“We can take my car that way we can fit the bags in the trunk!” You giggled as he took your hand in his, he was wearing the ring you had gotten him for his birthday, a piece of jewelry he never forgot.
“Bags? As in plural?” He raised an eyebrow playfully before he grabbed his wallet and put it in his back pocket.
“I have some ideas” you batted your eyelashes innocently as the two of you snuck into the elevator without being noticed by his housemates, You handed him sunglasses as the two of you stepped outside and to your car.
When you pulled into the mall parking lot it was surprisingly empty for a Friday morning, which you knew Bucky was relieved about by the smile on his face. “Are you ready to put on a fashion show for me Mr. Barnes?” You put the car in park and Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm.
“What’s that expression? Shop till we drop? Is that what we’re about to do in there?” He laughed as you locked the car and skipped over to him to hold his hand.
“Something like that!” You practically yanked him forward and into the first clothing store you could find. He stood there practically motionless as you started sorting through the clothing rack.
“You don’t see anything you like honey? Maybe this?” You held up a burnt orange henley and a forest green colored one next.
“I’ll try on anything you want me to” he shrugged awkwardly sorting through the rack himself. He still wasn’t used to making his own decisions, sometimes overwhelmed at the thought. He picked a pair of dark black jeans, and a pair of dark blue ones in his size hanging them over his metal arm.
“Your opinion matters my love, do you like these colors or do you want to try something more comfortable?” You held up a navy blue shirt next.
He awkwardly shifted on the balls of his feet, “I don’t like the orange, I’m sorry baby.” His eyes darted to the floor, worried he had hurt your feelings.
“I didn’t think you did” you giggled hanging it back up on the rack. “I wanted you to tell me you hated it.”
“That was a test? Bratty!” he snorted “ I didn’t hate it, it just seems kinda loud” he snaked his arms around you and kissed your cheek as a worker approached the two of you.
“Hi! Welcome in! Can I help you with anything” she paused very obviously staring at Bucky. “Are you Bucky Barnes?” The young curly-haired, braced-faced teenager seemed surprised to see Bucky standing in the store.
“Yeah, hi” he awkwardly waved making you giggle, he still wasn’t used to the attention he got when you went out.
“You’re literally my favorite avenger ever! You’re so cool!” She giggled loudly and Bucky immediately turned cherry tomato red in the face.
“Thank you, that’s very nice.” He mumbled, turning to you and smiling shyly.
“Do you want me to get you a fitting room?”
Bucky didn’t speak, feeling beyond awkward now and nodding as he handed her the jeans in his hand and the shirts in yours, following her as you squeezed his hand and followed behind them.
“Thank you so much” you politely whispered as she excitedly skipped away to brag to the other workers up front.
“I wish I had recorded that to show Sam.” He wiggled an eyebrow at you making you giggle before you sat on the chair outside of the fitting room.
“I’m sure that won’t stop you from telling him all about it anyway.” You giggled as he closed the door to change into the clothes the two of you picked out.
He tried on the black jeans and forest green henley first, which you purposely picked out in a size too small knowing his pecs and arm muscles would be very prominent.
“I think you did this on purpose” he chuckled, flexing and feeling the fabric pull against his muscles. “I definitely need a size up on the shirt.”
“I don’t think you do” You practically salivated at the sight before you, making Bucky shake his head as he laughed at the obvious way your pupils dilated looking at him. “I’ll get you one in a size up but you have to also get this one, or I might die.”
Bucky let out a wheezy laugh, knowing you were being dead serious about it. “Fine, deal. I also really like these jeans” he checked to make sure he didn’t have an audience before he spun around playfully for you, showing you his backside.
“Your ass looks good in those” you stood up, playfully smacking his butt and grabbing a handful making him jump slightly.
“Please don’t let those teenage girls up front see you, you know they record everything these days and put it on toktik or whatever.” He bent down to kiss you and a giggle escaped you as he did.
“Bucky Barnes, are you afraid of the teenage girl who fangirled over you? And did you just call it toktik?”
He smiled confusedly. “First of all, yes, and second of all, isn’t that what it’s called?” He was leaned against the dressing room door wearing an adorable yet confused expression.
“I love you, you old man. Try on the sleeveless shirt I snuck in there next, and then we have more stores to go to!” You winked as he playfully rolled his eyes and shut the dressing room door.
