Here is another quarantine drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club This time the prompt was sent in by the lovely @when-the-hell-is-bucky I really enjoyed writing this cause I relate to this on a spiritual level. I legit have the social skills of a potato. Hope you enjoy this and that everyone is staying safe and healthy.
“Just go and say hi to him. He doesn’t bite, Y/N.” Wanda tried to get you out of the same corner you’ve been stuck in for the last hour.
“Yeah, Y/N. Mr. Bucky is nice. And we know how much you-” You interrupted Peter before he could finish that sentence. You loved Wanda and Peter so much. They’re like the siblings you’ve never had, but sometimes, they have the biggest mouth.
“I’ll do it when I’m ready, okay?” You quip and reaching for another glass of champagne.
You look over the dance floor, and of course, just like your “friends” have pointed out to you, was James Buchan Barnes, love of your life, father of your babies (okay maybe your thinking is a little extra, but a girl can dream, right?), in a deep and heated argument with Steve. And of course, Bucky decided to wear the suit that highlights all of his muscles and makes your mouth go dry. And of course, with Wanda being behind you, she hears your thoughts, whispers something to Peter, and that’s how you find yourself being shoved across the room, with Peter yelling, “shoot your shot, Y/N.” You were sent tumbling, ungracefully, towards Bucky, who just happened to turn around. That’s how you found yourself face deep in Bucky’s oh so muscular pecs.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You grope his pecs, mainly due to the alcohol and nerves. “This is some Grade-A beef right here. Not that I’m calling you a cow, cause I’d never call you a cow, its just that you are gorgeous and like cut out from marble.” You were having an out-of-body experience. You could hear the words that were coming out of your mouth, but you couldn’t stop them. Not until you heard them laughing. It first started with Stark and his cocky, arrogant smirk at your awkwardness. It’s easy for him to laugh, not everyone has the social skills of a billionaire playboy. But his laugh snapped you back to reality real quick. You saw everyone’s eyes on you. Tears form in your eyes, and you can feel your throat start to tense up. You turn and run as fast as you can to your room.
You felt like an absolute idiot. How could you be so naive that someone like you could even hold a conversation with Bucky? He’s was basically a god, and you felt that you had the social skills of a potato. Deep down, you knew that wasn’t true. But you were in a depressed, crying kind of mood, and you just wanted to wallow in your pity. That’s when a short, curt rasp at the door caught your attention.
“Wanda, Peter, go away! I don’t want to talk to you!” You yell while throwing your shoe at the door.
“And what if I’m not either of them? Will you let me in, Y/N?” Shit, that’s Bucky. That man that you groped in public and basically called him a cow. You begrudgingly get out of bed and open the door, to meet a fluster Bucky.
“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry that happened. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know what’s it like to be shy and the center of attention, and I’m sorry I embarrassed you. I was fighting with Steve earlier because he kept on talking about how if I liked you, I should talk to you-” Did you just hear what you think you heard?
“Slow down Bucky. Did you just say that you liked me?”
“Yeah, Y/N. I do. I really like you. I’ve just been too afraid to speak up.”
“You’re shitting me, Bucky. I’m the one that likes you but am too afraid to talk with you.”
“Well, sweetheart, I guess maybe the team has been getting into our head. Maybe we just need some alone time to talk. What do you say about that?” Bucky’s offer is tempting, but also terrifying. You think how easy it’d be to mess things up with Bucky alone, but the fact that Bucky likes you has you intrigued.
“Yeah, Buck. I’d like that a lot.”
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