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VINTAGE JUKEBOX PARTY – BUCKY BARNES

(A/N): I’ve been listening to Postmodern Jukebox and I was inspired by their songs. I wrote it this morning and now, after I stopped thinking about some bad things, I was able to post this story. Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Tony made (Y/N) sing at his vintage party even when she hates his parties. 

Edit: November 11, 2017

Warning: fluff

Words: 4200+

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VINTAGE JUKEBOX PARTY – BUCKY BARNES

“(Y/N)?” Tony appeared next to the woman who was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, reading her favourite book – Anna Karenina. She was alone only for five minutes when someone-Tony-had to come to the kitchen and ruin the moment she had with the book. For the last four hours, people wanted something from her. She didn’t look at him, trying to ignore the man. “I know I’m annoying but I want to talk about the party I’m organising this Friday evening,” he put an angelic smile on his face. “I know you love my parties and I know you are going to love the idea that popped into my head and that is why I know you will definitely come to the party.”

She took a deep breath and lowered the book, giving him a look of pure annoyance. “Fine, talk, you have two minutes, not more,” she quickly checked the time on her wrist. The truth was, she hated Tony’s parties. They were loud, with music that wasn’t her cup of tea; there were always a lot of people that made her uncomfortable and a lot of them ended drunk. Wearing a slutty dress wasn’t something she appreciated and she definitely didn’t want men’s attention. Her only wish was to have one man’s attention but clearly, that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Tony smiled and started to talk. “This Friday, we are going to have a different kind of party – a party you will actually enjoy. I’m talking about a theme party, (Y/N),” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I’m talking a 1930’s-1940’s party, a vintage party, for our two super soldiers,” and he winked at her. “I know that you enjoy older music,” his eyes found hers, “and I also know that even when you don’t admit it, you like modern music which means that you love modern music that has a vintage cover.”

Her eyes widened a bit. “You have one minute,” she warned him.

“I know you can sing, (Y/N)!” he almost screamed and she gasped. “You can’t hide anything from me! That is why I want you to sing at the party – the things you love, the old kind of stuff. I’ve heard the vintage version of Seven Nation Army you sang three days ago,” he poked her shoulder.

Damn, he got her. “Why should I do it for you?” she narrowed her (e/c) eyes, lowering them back to the book. “What have you done for me, Tony? I did so many things for you; I’ve covered your butt so many times I’ve lost count. Give me one good reason, Stark, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

The man turned around, only to check if they were alone. He leaned closer and whispered one simple word that made her heart skip a beat. “Barnes,” he grinned and checked her reaction. If he could, he would start a victory dance. “I know you like him – hell, I know you love him, (Y/L/N). I can see the way you are looking at him, the way you daydream about that man. Maybe, if you sing those songs, it might do something with him and the things will move forward.”

“I can’t,” that was her answer and she quickly looked at the book, trying to go back to reading.

“You are such a liar,” he nudged her shoulder again. “I know that deep inside, you want to do it,” he started to manipulate her. “You want to wear something nice so when he sees you, he would drop the drink he’d be holding in his hand. And just imagine when you’ll start singing all those songs – the way he would stare at you, barely breathing, that would be like a dream come true, am I right?”

And he was – she imagined the night, wishing it could happen just like Tony said. Being in love with James Barnes was painful. That was why she sang vintage songs or remade them to sound more old-fashioned, to be somehow connected to him even when he didn’t feel the same. Bucky still enjoyed music from the time he was still him. He had been struggling with himself and she tried to help him as much as possible. No one understood him like she did. She was empathic and that was one of the many abilities she had. She could put her heart and soul into the songs, even into making him feel better – more human.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered, closing the book.

“I only want the best for you,” he smirked. “Come on, (Y/N). Will you do this for me?” he stroked her cheek. “Will you do this for Barnes and for the passion you put into those songs? I know you want to.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “But,” (Y/N) quickly stopped him before he could start to celebrate and dance at the same time. “I will arrange the band because I used to be in one, and you’ll pay for my dress, makeup, and hairdresser. Take it or leave it.”

“Deal!”

“One more thing, Tony,” she stopped him before he had the chance to leave. “How many of you know about my singing?” she glared at him.

“Let’s see,” he started to count on his fingers. “Me, Natasha, Clint and probably Wanda – the rest of them have no idea because you live way too far from Rogers and Barnes. They are one hundred, meaning they are deaf.  Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to arrange some things. Expect the dress on Friday morning. Thank you; you are the best, (Y/N)!”

               . . .

As promised, Tony sent the dress on Friday morning - the day when the party was happening. It was a massive box from a famous designer of baby pink colour with a black bow around it. Her eyes almost popped out when she saw what was inside – a beautiful vintage black dress with long sleeves with a puffy skirt that reached to the middle of the calves. It looked so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes.

She hung them on the door of the bathroom and took a good look at them. They were breathtaking. She only hoped they would bring her some luck tonight. While sipping a cup of tea she started to sing only to warm her voice for the big night. Was she nervous? Of course – she’ll be singing in front of the whole team and in front of Bucky who had no idea she could actually sing. Tony also sent invitations to his friends and other important people but he promised a calmer party with only old vintage songs and vintage covers. Because it was a vintage party, everybody had to wear something that fit into the theme.

There was a knock on the door. Putting the cup on a table, she stopped singing and gently opened them, not letting anyone in. There was Bucky, wearing sports clothes with a smile on his face. Damn, she’d forgotten about their usual plans they had. “Hi,” he greeted her, his voice a bit raspy. “Are you going to the gym?” he asked. “It’s time to practice your fighting technique.”

Yes, she totally forgot. “Oh my,” she gasped, “I’m so sorry I have something to do and I have to prepare for the party Tony’s organising. I promised Tony to help with something. I’m really sorry, I hope you understand,” she tried to give him a polite smile. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, sure, it’s okay,” he grinned. “I can’t believe Tony’s doing this for me and Steve,” she shook his head in disbelief and put his beautiful smile on the face. “He said something about a surprise that he has for us. Do you know anything?”  

“No,” she shook her head, mentally cursing Tony.

“Hey, were you singing?” he had to ask before he could leave to the gym without her.

“No,” she denied again. “I was listening something on my laptop,” she lied.

Suddenly, Natasha with two other women appeared behind Barnes. They were talking, laughing while approaching (Y/N)’s door. The three of them checked Bucky and the redhead smirked. “Oh, Barnes, we didn’t expect you here,” she grinned. “Ladies, this way,” she pointed at the door and the woman who was standing in them. “This is (Y/N) the one that Tony talked about.” 

They went inside her room. (Y/N) looked at Bucky and gave him a gentle style. “We have to get ready, James,” she said his real name softly. “I’ll see you this evening, okay? And once again, I’m very sorry.”

“Of course,” he nodded. When the woman closed the door, his flesh finger brushed against it and he sighed. Why was it so hard for him to express the feelings he had toward her – the only person who understood him even better than his best friend Steve. He was such a coward when it came to this. He bit his lower lip and slowly left her floor, heading to the gym where the rest of the guys were awaiting them.

Steve was punching the boxing moss and Sam with Clint were talking while lifting heavy weights. The blonde man looked at the ex-assassin, narrowing his eyes. He was surprised he didn’t come with (Y/N). They were always practising together. “Where’s (Y/N)?” he had to ask as he stopped doing what he was. Even the two other men looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“She’s getting ready for the party with Natasha,” he explained and sat down on the nearest bench, cracking the knuckles in his flesh hand. “There were two other women that came to help them. I think Wanda will join them too so no ladies today.”

“And that makes you sad,” Sam chuckled. “Look at your face, Metal Hand.”

“Oh, women, they have to get ready half a day ahead,” Clint made fun of them. “Like you haven’t already noticed it – women always have to get ready and it takes them way longer than us. We take a shower, put on some clothes and we are ready to go. They have to take a shower that takes more than two hours, then there is the makeup and the hair and as the last step, it’s what they are wearing. Some of them know what they will put on but the majority of them have no idea and they are picking the perfect dress for two-three hours – if they are lucky.”

“You know way too much about them,” Sam laughed and nudged his shoulder. “You should rather look at Barnes and enjoy the way he looks. He’s suffering because the girl he has a crush on isn’t here and he has to practice without her.”

“Sam, stop,” Steve gave him an evil glare. “Buck, you’ll see her later,” he said.

“I still can’t believe Tony’s throwing this kind of a party,” said Falcon, walking towards Steve only to have a better look at the brunet who was still sitting on the bench, daydreaming about the one and only girl. “I have nothing from your time, guys. If you don’t mind, I’m going to wear something more formal and that’s it. I wonder when Tony will throw a hip-hop party.”

“Don’t worry. We don’t own clothes like that anymore,” the blonde man patted his shoulder, ignoring the part about hip-hop.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Clint laughed. “You are like women, talking about clothes. I think I need a beer after we are done here.”

               …

The party was slowly starting. The band was ready, the atmosphere too including the decoration and small details Tony loved so much. The only thing missing was (Y/N). She was hiding in her room, looking at the mirror and checking herself from head to toes. This was ridiculous! There was no way she would go there and sing for them. And what was worst, she didn’t like herself in the dress or basically in anything. The dress was way too beautiful for her to wear.

“(Y/N)!” there was a knock on the door followed by Natasha’s shouting. “Open the door and come to the fucking party. It’s starting and you are needed there. Tony said you know the band and that you’ll be doing something special which I hope is nothing sexual!”

“I’m not going anywhere!” she whined. “I look terrible. The dress is beautiful and I’m only ruining it. Just go and enjoy the night,” she went to the bed and sat down on it. “I'd rather stay here.”

“Open the freaking door or I’ll break in and slap your pretty face! We spent hours with the stylists and now you are saying you are not going,” she yelled, angry. Before (Y/N) could reply, the door opened and Natasha, followed by Wanda, stepped in. Of course, she would get in. Wanda had special abilities.

Both of the women saw their friend sitting on the bed in that dress and they had to smile – she was gorgeous. “Oh, (Y/N) you look amazing,” Wanda covered her mouth, her eyes never leaving her friend’s body. “Have you seen you? You look absolutely gorgeous! I’ve never seen you in something like this before! I thought you look fantastic with the makeup and hair but this? Oh, I’m jealous.”

"You heard her!” Natasha nodded. “Now stand up, we are going to the party, bitch.”

There was no time for protests. The girls grabbed her by forearms and dragged her away from the room. They didn’t listen to her whining. It was their duty to take her up where the party was and enjoy some quality time together. “(Y/N), you should see Barnes! He looks good in the formal clothing and he’s wearing a red bow! You are going to die from how adorable he looks.”

“Yes! He’s so adorable and I’ve noticed he’s looking for you,” Natasha continued as the three of them stepped inside an elevator. “Dude, you two should do something about the whole looking and smiling and other lovely stuff you do. We all can see you want each other!”

"Bucky doesn’t like me that way,” (Y/N) rolled her (e/c) eyes and sighed. “I’ve seen how he was talking to that agent that came in here with Fury two weeks ago. He was smiling and happily talking – he never looked at me like that. She had big boobs, bigger than yours, Nat,” she pointed at her deep neckline of the red dress that was hugging her curvy, beautiful figure. “I’ve promised to help with something and after it’s done, I’m leaving back to my room – that is my final word.”

When they finally came, there were a lot of people wearing formal vintage clothes. Most of the women put on dresses. (Y/N) held her breath and looked around. She noticed some of the unknown faces were looking at her, eyes checking her from head to toes. The stylists did an amazing job – that was true. She had her hair curled and pinned in an old-fashioned style. The makeup was a pure perfection and the dress was indescribable – like she just came from 1940’s

“(Y/N), come!” Natasha called her name. “Steve and Bucky are…” she stopped talking when she saw her leave, heading to the stage where the band was ready to play. Right then, she realized what her mission was. Tony finally made her sing in front of an audience. With a smirk, she approached the men at the bar. Wanda was already gone, having some private time with Vision.

The redhead smiled at the boys who were talking, holding a glass of whiskey in their hands. “You look very handsome,” she winked at them and asked for a glass of martini. “How are you enjoying the party?” she put the olive into her mouth and ate it.

“Just like the old times,” Steve smiled, his eyes falling on her dress. “There is nothing better to feel once again normal. You look very good, Nat,” he gave her an honest compliment.

Bucky was quiet, eyes focused on the entrance door, waiting for (Y/N)’s arrival. He didn’t notice her coming in with the girls and now he was waiting and waiting. He saw her in a dress many times but not in this kind of dress. He wondered how she would look. Would she be wearing something red, tight or navy blue and puffy?

The first tones of a song started to play. It was a bass followed by finger snapping. Everyone looked at the stage where the band was. Bucky took a sip of his drink and turned, only to be surprised by what he saw. (Y/N) was standing on the stage, gently swinging her hips from side to side. She was wearing a beautiful black dress just like girls used to back in the day. Everything on her screamed of beauty – she was beautiful. He stopped breathing, not daring to look away. When she opened her mouth and started to sing, his heart skipped a beat. He was mesmerized, her voice was amazing.

The song she was singing wasn’t from his time even when it sounded like that. It was a modern one that was remade into more 1940’s style. He didn’t know she could sing like this. She had a strong voice that was perfect for these kinds of songs. Some of the people were already slow-dancing in front of the stage. If only he could dance with her right now.

“Wow,” Sam whispered into Bucky’s ear. “This is an unexpected twist.”

“Shut up!” he shushed him, enjoying the show.

The song ended with a loud applause. (Y/N) smiled at the people who enjoyed it. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. She found Tony sitting on a sofa with Pepper, looking at her and smiling. Somewhere in the crowd, her eyes found Wanda and Vision trying to dance together. While the next song started, she discovered most of the group near the bar. They were sipping their drinks, occasionally talking but they had their eyes only on her. And then there was Bucky, standing like a statue, blue eyes glued on her with a gentle smile on the lips. He did look great but the most attractive thing about him was that smile.

While she was singing the second song that wasn’t as slow as the first, she was still looking at the team that was near the bar. Steve took Natasha’s hand and dragged her on the dance floor where he showed her some of the old moves he still got. They danced like never before. If only they knew they were dancing to Britney Spears. Probably, they didn’t even notice it.

The third song she started to sing was way slower than the first two. All the people started to romantically slow dance. (Y/N) felt every word she sang, giving her soul into it. Her hands were gently cruising up and down on the vintage microphone. She closed her eyes for only a few seconds, enjoying the sound and words. When she opened them, Bucky was standing closer to the stage, sipping the drink. He was impressed how high she could sing and how her voice could change from soft to rough only to emphasize some words, adding more drama. It was then when he realized what she was singing about.

“I wish I was special, you're so very special but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo…”

He wanted to run up to her, grab her by the waist and kiss the living daylights out of her. When she sang those words, (Y/N) was looking into his blue eyes. She knew why she picked the song for this night.

Three songs were enough for now. “Thank you,” said the woman in the black dress after the song ended, quickly scratching her nape. Bucky was still standing near the stage, looking at her with a smile, clapping. When she reached the three stairs, he set his metal hand only to help her go down. Before they could leave the crowd of people, the next song started – a cover for Nothing Else Matters by another singer that was there to take turns with (Y/N). The brunet looked at the girl and with a smile; he carefully took her by the waist.

“Dance with me,” he said it easily. His metal hand found her right one. He didn’t wait for her response because the way she smiled at him was the answer he needed.

Slowly swaying from side to side, they danced through the whole song. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder. She was pressed against his chest. Luckily, she wore high heels so the high difference was smaller than usually. Both of them forgot about the people around them, about the team that was pointing at them and giggling like children. Even another song started. They just danced.

“You look beautiful,” Bucky found the courage to whisper into her ear. “You-are-breathtaking,” was another sentence that made him shiver and she felt it. (Y/N) blushed and bit her lower lip. When he looked at her, he was ready to kiss her. “I didn’t know you can sing like this. You are full of surprises tonight.”

Pushing herself from him only to look into his eyes, (Y/N) smiled at the man, mouthing thank you to him. Just as the chorus started, he leaned closer, capturing her lips in their first kiss. He kept her close to his body, hand never leaving her waist. The metal one cupped her cheek until the kiss broke. The woman looked into his eyes, not believing what just happened. “You like me?” she whispered, scared it was all just a dream.

“A lot,” he mumbled, lips gently brushing against her. “Do you like me?” he asked, smirking.

“Yes, James, I like you too,” she nuzzled her nose to his, their foreheads resting against each other. Now, she had to be on her tiptoes and he had his head lowered down. The world stopped existing and there were only the two of them, enjoying the moment. They were still swaying on the song that was slowly coming to its end.

“Come,” he grabbed her by the hand and slowly dragged her away from the people, heading to the balcony. Every move he did, it was careful, gentle like he didn’t want to break her. After all, she looked like a real doll tonight.

Natasha and Steve were the first ones who saw them leaving the room. They noticed his hand holding (Y/N)’s. They both smiled. Finally, something was happening between them and they were glad. They both deserved happy lives filled with love.

While the party continued inside, the new couple stood outside, enjoying the view. It was a summer night and the air was warm and pleasant. Bucky’s flesh hand was around her waist, keeping her as close as possible. “How long?” he asked, not looking down at her. “Because I fell for you the moment we started to talk to each other.”

“I knew something was happening with me when we met for the first time,” she started to answer his question. “I felt something from day one. I admitted it the night we were alone in the living room, watching the horror movie Tony made us watch.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “You were curled by my side like a scared kitten, hiding your face from the screen. I had to take you back to your room because you were way too scared,” he leant to her head and kissed it, quickly inhaling the sweet scent of them – a strawberry shampoo, as always.

“I hate horror movies,” she shivered but smiled when she felt his lips. “James? To be honest, I didn’t think you wanted me. Not long ago, I saw you flirting with an agent that Fury brought to the tower.”

“Oh, honey,” he hugged her tightly. “I didn’t flirt with her. She wasn’t my type and my heart already belonged to you, even when nothing happened between us back then” and he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’m so glad!” she squeaked

“Would you go on a date with me?” Bucky looked into (Y/N)’s face, smiling like she never saw him before. He was happy and it could be seen in his eyes. The blue colour was radiating, making them shine. “I want to spend the whole day with you, (Y/N). I’ll take you out for breakfast. After it, we’ll go to the central park and enjoy the New York City. I know a perfect spot for lunch and before late dinner, we can go to the cinema or a museum or anything you like,” he suggested. “Name it and you have it.”

“I would love to go on a date with you, James,” she nodded and quickly kissed him to seal the deal. His hands were hugging her tightly and the kiss deepened. It was all tongue and silent moans. They needed to explore their mouths; the tongues had a little battle where no one was the winner. It was filled with love that was missing.

One vintage party finally brought them together.

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