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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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A Little Too Real (3)

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: RealityTV!AU- You are a wardrobe supervisor for a popular TV network. The show is planning a reality TV show like the bachelor and Bucky is the newest contestant. But as the competition starts he realizes that he doesn’t like any of the girls…on the show anyway.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 5583 (eek)

A/N: So this is long over due, but I DID IT! I'm hoping that getting this out will get me back into the swing of things for the summer. Thank you guys for being so patient with me and I really hope that you guys will stick around now that I'm back from my mini hiatus. I'm really excited to come back and feel free to send me comments and feedback and requests. Also I'm sorry for the length, I thought I had been done but then I thought of the angst and I couldn't not do it, the plot must go on. I'm just hoping the length will tide you over until I'm finished with the next chapter of something (I have a few things going). I love you guys and your support over the past few weeks has been astounding, I appreciate it so much. (Y/F/S/D-Your favorite Starbucks Drink)

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire

EPISODE ONE

BUCKY’S POV

To say that I was nervous was an understatement. Instead of waiting around my apartment though I decided to spend the day in the wardrobe room with Y/N. So I quickly got ready, not really doing anything because I knew that the makeup and hair teams would have their way with me later. Then I stopped in at Starbucks grabbing the most caffeinated drink they had for me and a Y/F/S/D for Y/N.

As I walked into the room someone was walking out and almost ran into me. I swerved out of the way as she kept walking and texting on her phone, completely ignoring me. I walked over to Y/N whose head was resting on her work station, looking defeated after her visit from whoever that woman was.

“Hey Doll, don’t look so upset to see me.”

She picked up her head and looked at me. Her face automatically broke into a smile and her eyes immediately to the coffee.

“Is that for me?”

“No, I thought I would just buy it and tease you with it.” She rolled her eyes at me and reached out for the cup. I smiled at her and came to sit at the chair next to her, putting the cup in her hands. “So who was that vile woman who just walked out?”

“You saw her?”

“She almost made me drop the coffee.”

“That would have been terrible.”

“She almost knocked into me too.”

“Well as long as the coffee was okay.” I laughed at her, which made her smile again. “But, she’s a reality star from another show, I just got done with her fitting.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m booked for the day.”

“Oh.” I tried to say the same as before but sounded more upset. I think she caught on to my disappointment.

“But I could use your help, if you want to stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. If I have to step away to take fitting notes, the fittings last longer.”

“You want me to take notes.”

“You are literate right?”

“Yes I’m literate.”

“Good. Then I guess you can stay. But you have to write down everything I say.”

“Will do.”

We had the next actress come in and she started talking to the woman. So like she said I started writing down everything that she said…just to mess with her. Most of it was abbreviated but everything that they talked about I wrote down. So when the actress left, Y/N came over to look at my notes and then glared at me.

“Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you write down everything?”

“You told me to write down everything you said. So I did.”

“Bucky.”

“Y/N.”

“You are crazy.”

“I was just doing what I was told. You said—”

“I know I said everything. But next time just write down what I tell you to write down.” She turned to get the next fitting set up but then looked back at me. “I’m watching you.”

“You can watch me all you want, doesn’t mean your fitting will get done.” I smirked at her and she tried her hardest to hide her smile before she turned away. She went behind the curtain and ignored me until the next actor came in. We worked together all day on her notes and I teased her about any little thing I could. She was fun to mess with. When we got done with her last fitting I had about an hour until I needed to meet up with hair and makeup to get ready for filming.

“So you going to be at the filming tonight, right?” I asked.

“Uh…yes. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“Why?” She came and stood right in front of me.

“Well I figured that at least one of the girls has to be crazy so I will need someone to hide with between breaks.”

“Oh, I see.” She smiled at me.

“I can only take so much crazy.”

“Well I will be there and I will also bring your suit over to hair and makeup as soon as I steam out the wrinkles.”

“You’re the best Y/N. Want to get dinner with me?”

“Sure.”

So we left the wardrobe room and we both went over to the tent that was serving dinner for the casts and crews of the network. As we ate, we talked and Y/N made my nerves disappear. She always had a way of making me feel at home.

Y/N’S POV

As soon as I was done with dinner I tried to return to the wardrobe room, knowing very well that my best friend and Wardrobe assistant was racing to catch up with me.

“Y/N, wait up!” She yelled after me, obviously my fast pace having not worked.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s up? Maybe the fact that you spend every moment you can with James or that you’re eating every meal with James, or how about the fact that James was taking notes for you at your fittings today. Maybe that’s what’s up?”

“And?”

“What’s going on? I am your best friend and I want all the juicy details…right now.”

“Wanda, there are no juicy details. We’re friends. We like to hang out with each other, nothing else. I mean he’s on the show, so nothing else could happen even if either of us wanted to, which neither of us do.”

“You can’t tell me that you have no feelings for that beautiful…man. If I could sign up for the show now…I would.”

“I don’t have feelings for him like that.” I lied, having pushed those feelings down. “I really just like to hang out with him.”

“I don’t believe you for a second.”

“You don’t have to believe me, but you will have to live with the fact that you’re wrong, not me.”

“Oh, I’m never wrong.”

“Don’t you have something to do?”

“Don’t you have someone’s suit to steam?”

“Oh, you mean my job?”

“Sure whatever you say.” She laughed at me and then we parted ways. I went back to the wardrobe room to steam Bucky’s suit and then I headed over to makeup and hair to check in with him.

I walked into the trailer and took a seat in the empty chair behind him, hanging the suit on one of the hooks on the wall behind me. Bucky had his eyes closed as the hairdresser ran her fingers through his hair, making sure that whatever product she had put in his hair completely disappeared. When she was done, he sat back up and slowly opened his eyes, seeing me sitting behind him.

“Hey.” He said, stretching and yawning, trying to wake himself up.

“Hi.”

“Sorry, people messing with my hair always make me tired.”

“Duly noted.” He smiled at me.

“So what are you doing in here?”

“I brought your suit.”

“Oh, yeah that’s kind of important.”

“Yeah but I will warn you, I made a mistake and now your shirt doesn’t have any sleeves.” I said in all seriousness. I saw a brief look of panic cross over his face and when I smiled, not being able to contain myself, he laughed hard.

“You almost had me there. You almost did.”

“Oh and it got quick rigged with velcro.”

“Ha ha very funny.”

“I couldn’t resist, if i didn’t at least try I would have missed out on a great teasing opportunity. Y/N 1, Bucky 0.”

“Oh so we’re going there.”

“Might as well. We’ve got a long ten weeks ahead of us.”

“Yes we do.”

As soon as he was done with hair and makeup I handed the suit off to him and he changed. He came out looking as good as before and I would be lying if I said my heart didn’t leap in my chest at the sight of him and his smile.

“You want to do that fancy knot you were talking about?” He held out the tie for me.

“Sure.” I placed the tie around my neck, pulling the ends until it was the right length, moving the tail and body around until I got the “fancy knot.” I took it from around my neck and handed it to him.

“Fancy.” He said and went to put it around his neck.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.”

“Just be yourself and trust your gut. Also don’t let any of them feel weird about your arm. They don’t know the story, so they don’t get the right to be weird about it.”

“Thanks.”

“And…” I moved to fix his collar, moving my hands around his neck, “remember that you deserve to be happy. Listen to your heart.”

He looked down at me, the new closeness increasing the tension in the room and god if I didn’t just want to reach up and kiss him. But the thing that really threw me off was just for a second I thought that he wanted to kiss me too.

The door to the trailer opened and before the guy could walk in I pulled away from Bucky.

“Hey, you ready?” I turned and saw Steve standing in the trailer. “Hey, Y/N. He looks good.”

“Well, it is my job.”

“Are you ready to go?” Steve asked.

“I’m as ready as I’m going to get.” Bucky said. He turned to grab his jacket and looked at me before he walked out. “You’re coming right?”

“I’ll be there. I’m going to pop some popcorn first because this is going to be a show.”

“Ha ha you’re very rude.”

“Go, I’ll be there soon.”

The truth was I just needed some time to recover from the almost kiss that probably didn’t happen and was all just in my head. That and I was going to have to watch 25 other women go after him, when in truth I do wish I was one of them, and I needed to put my head back on straight.

BUCKY’S POV

We climbed into the car that would take us over to the house that the girls would be staying at. Steve was sitting next to me and we was staring at me, pretty much the whole way there. I knew that he had something to say, and most likely not something I wanted to her. But it was getting annoying real fast.

“What?” I turned to look at him.

“So what’s up with you and Y/N?” He asked blatantly.

“She’s my friend.” I looked out the window.

“I don’t know about that, the air was pretty thick when I walked in.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just…I see the way you look at her.”

“The way I look at her…”

“Like she’s something special.”

“She is special, but she’s my friend.”

“Right now, anyway.” I turned and glared at him. “Come on, you can’t tell me that you don’t feel anything else for her. She’s beautiful and I have never seen you smile as much as you do when you’re with her.”

“And?”

“And you like her.”

We pulled up in front of a huge house and I moved to climb out.

“That’s beside the point.” I tried to say low enough so he wouldn’t hear, but I think he did.

READER’S POV

I showed up at the house with my kit in hand and walked over to the production area. Everyone there was setting up all of the equipment needed for filming and I just kind of looked around for something to do.

To be honest I usually didn’t do this. I used to, before I became the head of the department, but going out to set that was the wardrobe crews job. So why was I here?

“Hey, you made it.” I heard from behind me. I turned to see Bucky sitting in a director’s chair, waiting to get filming.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Here, why don’t you sit in my chair? I’m sure they’ll call me to do something soon.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

I looked up at him and could see the worry etched there.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“You know, I have done a lot of terrifying things before. I’ve worked on billion dollar rockets that have flown into outer space, I had to have my arm amputated after it got stuck in one of those very expensive engines, I had to learn to live a whole new life, and yet for some reason I feel terrified about being on this show.”

“You?”

“I know. I just…I’ve never been on TV before. I didn’t think there would be this many cameras and there are so many people standing around watching me. I mean am I insane? This is how this works right?”

“Yes. I know that this may seem strange to you, but it’ll be okay. Like I’ve told you before, it’s just important that you’re yourself. Try and ignore the cameras.”

“Yeah.” I looked up at him and saw him staring out at the people moving around, obviously letting his nerves get the best of him.

“My mom…sometimes I forget that I ever had one. But when I was little I used to be terrified of storms, the blizzards used to get really bad in Moscow, but she was always there to comfort me. I thoroughly believe that she had the best hugs in the entire world. Anytime she held me I knew that everything was going to be okay.” He looked over at me, his eyes narrowed, causing a wrinkle to form on his forehead. I wanted to reach up and smooth the lines, the worry, from his head..

“Do you miss her?” He asked.

“Every day.” I looked back down at the ground. “But, anyway, I think the best way to not feel terrified of things is just to know that you’re not alone. And she always made sure that I would never be alone…as much as she could.”

“What do you—?” I knew what he was about to ask, so interrupted him.

“Can I try something?”

“Try something?”

“I think it’ll help your nerves.”

“Okay.”

I stood up from the chair and faced him and literally in the most awkward way possible I hugged him. I was kind of kicking myself for the way I did it, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled me in tighter, making the initial awkwardness vanish as we settled into each other’s arms. I had my arms wrapped around his neck, his chin rested on my shoulder, his arms squeezed my waist, holding me firmly to him, my hand moved to the back of his neck, where his long hair met skin, and we breathed in each other, a sense of relief washing over us.

I don’t think it lasted long but for a second I thought the whole world stopped moving. I was the first to pull away and even when I did his hands still lingered on my waist and my hands moved to rest on his arms.

“You’ll be okay, they’re going to love you.” I started.

“Thanks.” He looked at me just a second before he let go of me and went off to do something before they needed him for filming.

I plopped back in the chair and put my face in my hands.

“I saw that.”

I nearly fell out of the chair at the voice coming from behind me.

“God, are you trying to kill me?“ I turned to face Wanda.

“Oh no. This budding romance is only at the start, it’s no fun if you die before it gets really heated.”

“Heated?”

“The sexual tension between you—”

“Wanda!”

“I’m only stating the facts here.”

“No you are stating your opinion.”

“Why are you here?”

“I am here to—”

“Do you job? Wrong, my job is to go to location and insure that what you’ve done at the studio makes it here. So your job is what, a good thirty minutes from here?”

“Fine, he asked me to be here, is that what you want to hear?”

“No what I want to hear is that he grew some balls and asked you out on a date. But then again—”

“Wanda!”

“Come on. Like I was trying to say before, the sexual tension between you two—”

“Please stop, if you care for my sanity at all, you’ll stop.”

“I’ll stop…for now.”

“That’s definitely not what I meant.”

“This is far from over.” She glared at me as she walked away and I sunk down lower in the chair, waiting for filming to start, hoping it started soon.

It wasn’t much longer that they decided to start. This first episode was pretty simple from my understanding, the only hard part was that most of the episode was a repetition of the same choreography but 25 times and with 25 different women. The woman would drive up to the house, get out of the car and walk over to Bucky, or James as they would call him, who was standing in front of the house at the edge of the driveway. Then they would give him a quick first impression spiel and go inside the house. Pretty simple, or so I thought.

The first woman to come out set a good bar for everyone else. All of the women were instructed to wear a formal gown and this woman was very beautiful, supermodel beautiful, and she played it simple, gave her name, told him a few things about herself and then she went inside. It was kind of every girl after that got steadily worse, and I don’t know if they planned it that way, but it was bad.

You had the drunk girl, the girl who showed up in a costume, the girl who tried to play a practical joke, the girl who went for it and tried making out with him, the girl who rode in on a horse, and the one who brought her grandma to talk herself up. It kind of made everyone else dull in comparison, or seem “normal” as they call it.

About halfway through the limo first impressions, Steve came over at sat with me and we just laughed at Bucky’s reactions to each of the girls. And when we finally got to break, after all of the girls were in the house, Bucky came over to us and we tried so hard not to laugh.

“Okay, just let it out now.” He said and with that we couldn’t keep ourselves from laughing. “Okay, okay.” He looked at me first. “I know that you helped pick these girls out and I pretty sure that about half of them were some kind of joke.”

“No, I got to initially go through the candidates but I wasn’t there for the final selection. But believe me if I had known that some of those girls were that bad I wouldn’t have pulled them out for selection.”

“Well look at the upside, first impressions, I bet you know who you don’t want to keep on the show.” Steve said positively.

“But he still has over half of the episode to film. And you still get some time to talk to the girls before you decide which 12 get to stay.”

Steve stood from his chair and Bucky moved to sit, having been on his feet for a long time now. I grabbed the other half stack of notecards (cards with the girls name and face on them) from Steve and compiled our stack. He looked kind of down after that and I wasn’t completely sure what was going through his head but it looked like he needed a pep talk.

“Here,” I handed him the stack, “you need to work on memorizing their names and try and just breath. I know that that seemed really crazy but you need to think about each girl and how you felt, not about what they did. First Impressions aren’t everything.”

“Thanks.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and grabbed Steve’s arm before I walked away.

“You know, you’re really good for him.”

“Am I?”

“Can I tell you a secret? Bucky can’t know that I told you.”

“Okay.”

“Last night Bucky came over to my apartment, talking about how nervous he was and I tried everything I could, but he was planning on quitting. He left this morning with every intention of leaving the show and asking them to find someone else. He said he was going to stop by and see you before he went to the producers. But apparently it was something that you did that convinced him to stay on. Now we don’t think this at all, but Bucky has always battled with this idea that he was never going to be good enough for someone. It’s how he got so deep into his depression before, not being able to handle life with just one arm. But he’s better now and I can see him actually being happy with someone and maybe with one of these girls. So honestly I was upset when he said he wanted to quit. But either way, I’m glad you convinced him not to, even if you did it unintentionally. He needs you to support him, so I’m glad you’re going to be around to help him.”

“Yeah. I’m glad too, he deserves to be happy.”

“He does.”

As soon as we were done with our talk we walked back over to Bucky. Who was flipping through the cards and talking under his breath. I let my hand rest back on his shoulder and some of the stress seemed to leave him.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m better.”

“How’s the name game going?” Steve asked.

“Good I think. A lot of names to remember for one night.”

“You’ll be fine, if you forget don’t be scared to ask for their name. It kind of gives them a chance for a second impression.” I said.

“Okay.”

“And go with your gut.” Steve said.

“Yeah.”

“James they need you back on set.” One of the PAs came over and announced.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He stood up, handed me the cards and straightened his suit before he walked back over to the house. And Steve and I sat back down in our chairs waiting for the next half of the show.

We watched as Bucky made his way back in the house, when one of the members of the production staff stopped him and put him back on his mark from earlier. We had gone through all of the girls so why was he out front again?

We waited to see what would happen and then another limo pulled up.

“What’s happening?” Steve leaned over and asked me.

“I don’t know.”

“I thought that there were only supposed to be 25.”

“I thought so too.”

So we watched, the suspense I think killing us all. And then a red haired woman stepped out of the limo, wearing a beautiful black silk/satin gown, that hugged all of her curves and showed way too much skin.

I didn’t look at her long, I quickly turned to Bucky to see the absolute horror on his face. Which then turned to unquestionable anger. Steve and I both moved closer to the screen that the director was watching, trying to listen in to what was going on.

“What are you doing here?” He growled.

“I missed you Bucky.”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“What should I call you? James?”

“You shouldn’t be addressing me at all. You shouldn’t be here Natasha!” He rose his voice.

“I’m sorry about what happened, but I’m here now.”

“Yeah? Now is too late, I needed you then.”

“What about second chances?”

“I gave you a second chance and a third and a fourth and I’m not giving you any more chances to fool me. I did this to start over, so I’m not going back to you.”

He then stormed out of the frame of the cameras and to god knows where. It looked like she was about to move to follow him but Steve thought quicker.

“I got Nat, you go get Bucky.”

Then we split up. I ran in the direction that he stormed off, walking aimlessly, looking around the backside of the building for him, when I was pulled off my track and behind a tree.

“Bucky—” He just pulled me in his arms, taking in a deep breath as he settled his face in my neck.

“God I hate her, I hate her.” I didn’t say anything to him. I just held him and when he still felt angry I moved one of my hands to his hair and just let my fingers run through it, massaging his scalp as I did.

He took in a deep breath and I could tell that he was feeling better.

“I’m really glad it was you that followed me.”

“Well it looked like you needed someone to hide with.” He laughed at me and finally let me go.

“I can’t believe they asked her to be on the show.”

“I had no idea—”

“I know.”

“You know what’s good about this though?"

“Y/N you don’t know what hap—”

“The good thing about this is that you’re the one who gets to kick her off.”

“What?”

“She asked to be on the show, she’s a contestant and you have to kick off 14 people today. She could definitely be one of them.”

“Yeah. You’re right.”

“It does mean that you’ll have to put up with her for at least a little bit but it’s just one night and you have so many other people you need to talk to. Just don’t let her being here cloud your judgement.”

“You’re right…as usual.”

“I don’t have the constitution to be wrong.” He laughed and smiled, looking a lot better than before. “You ready to go back?”

“If I have to.”

“Well we could just run away, skip the country, you know the easy way of dealing with things.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Come on. Let’s go get this over with. Then we can go drink our feelings away.”

“God, that’s a great idea.”

So we walked from the back of the house to the front where the crew was obviously waiting. There was no sign of Natasha and as soon as Steve saw us he came over to where we were.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, Y/N’s getting me drunk tonight.”

“No, I said—”

“It’s okay.” Bucky said before he patted me on the back, winked and walked back over to the production crew.

“I did not say that I was going to get him drunk. At first I offered to run away.”

“You are a bad influence on him.”

“No I’m not.”

“If I’m being honest, you’re probably the only one who could have brought him back from that.”

“She must have done something terrible to get on his bad side.”

“Oh she did.”

The rest of the shoot went fairly well. Bucky went inside the house and started chatting with the girls, getting to know them better. Any time that Natasha tried to talk to him, he ignored her and pulled aside another girl to talk to. And the whole time I sat next to Steve and we watched Bucky and Steve watched me. I don’t know what he was looking for but it started to creep me out.

“What?” I asked when I couldn’t handle it anymore.

“What?”

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“You’ve been staring at me this whole time.”

“Do you like Bucky?”

“What? Of course I do.”

“No— like like him?”

“What are you getting at?”

“I talked to your friend Wanda—”

“Well that’s your first mistake.”

“She says that she sees something between the two of you and I think so too.”

“And like I told her, you’re crazy. Bucky is my friend.”

“And he’s practically my brother, but he’s happy with you.”

“As a friend.”

“As maybe more.”

“Steve—”

“I’m serious Y/N.”

“So am I.”

I turned back to the scene in front of me and then we had one more break before Bucky chose the 12 girls to move on in the show. He was looking through the notecards again and pulling out the girls that he liked the most and I was surprised to see some of the weird limo exits were mixed in there.

I watched as he smiled at each girl and as I sat there I couldn't stop thinking about what Steve said. Maybe I do wish there was something more.

BUCKY’S POV

When we came back from the last break of the night, I finally announced the 12 girls that advanced to the next week. When the remaining 13 girls got up to leave, I made sure to say something to each of them and thanked them for coming on the show. And then there was Natasha.

“I was really hoping that we could work this out.” She started.

“It’s too late for that, I’ve moved on. And I want you to be happy, but it’s not going to be with me. Goodbye Natasha.” I said with as much sympathy as I could.

“Goodbye James.”

When the director called cut, I immediately walked over to Y/N and Steve, grabbed her hand and just walked as far away as I could.

“Bucky stop, for a second.”

“I just need to get out of here.”

“And we’ll go but…are you okay?”

“I’m gonna need a few drinks to answer that question.”

So I took Y/N back to my apartment and we grabbed all of the alcohol I had, a few glasses and settled in on the couch. I was staring at the wall, sipping at the liquid in my cup, when her voice broke the silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She started. I turned to face her and she moved so she could look at me.

“Natasha and I…we dated for years; a year before I moved to Moscow and the two that I was there. We made the long distance work and everything was really good.” She placed her hand on my knee and I looked down at it, pausing to collect my thoughts. “After my accident, you know, things got bad. I was out of a job, I had no arm, and I was thousands of miles from home, from anyone who cared about me. I tried calling her, I begged her in voicemail after voicemail, for her to come to Moscow…but she never came, never even answered my phone call.”

“Bucky—”

“That’s not the worst part. The final time that I called her I told her that it was over, that if she couldn’t even tell me over the phone some kind of reason for not being there, then I was better off without her. Steve was the only one who ever showed up and he got me back here and he helped me get back to where I was. And then about 3 months after I got back to America, I saw her on the street with another guy.” He paused, I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. “They were engaged had been dating for a little over a year.”

“I knew she was a jerk.”

“Yeah. I thought things were so good. And you know, I had chances to go off and find another women. It wasn’t like I was a recluse and I’m a nice guy I could have found someone to date, who lived in Moscow. But every time I had the opportunity I always went back to her, little did I know that she was further away then I thought.”

“I’m going to do for you what I do for everyone else that I’ve ever helped through a terrible breakup.”

“Okay?” She relaxed back on the couch and opened her arms to me.

“Come here.” She said, I looked at her, hesitant, before I moved back to rest against her. My head was laying on her chest and her hand pushed my hair back and out of my face.

“Bucky, you are good person, inside and out. You have had the opportunity to do amazing things and you do not need anyone to define you. Natasha doesn’t deserve you…and if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you. So forget about her because you have so many other things to look forward to. You have so many people who love you and there’s no reason to let her take that away. You will find someone else to be with, because you are kind and funny and smart. Someone will come along who appreciates every aspect of who you are. But until then I will always be here for you and I will make sure that you are happy.” The whole time she spoke, he fingers ran through my hair, it didn’t take me long to relax in her embrace, to close my eyes and just listen to the sound of her voice, her encouragements.

Not only did Y/N show me that she was everything that I needed, but she may have just convinced me that she was everything that I wanted.

PART FOUR

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A Little Too Real (2)

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 2950

A/N: So I feel super terrible about not posting anything lately. Things have been super hard and people are stupid and I’m trying to figure out a lot of personal things, but honestly all I want to do is hide away on Tumblr. But I really hope you guys enjoy this and I will try and be better.

Warnings: Talk of drunkedness, fluff, little bit of angst, mentioned depression

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire

READER’S POV

There were two things that were true about last night: 1) I drank WAY too much and 2) I didn’t remember anything that happened. When I woke up the next day (I had to admit that it was pretty late in the afternoon) I saw that I had missed a few phone calls and had some texts from Bucky. I quickly read through the texts and listened to my voicemails before I confirmed to every party involved that I was alive, but terribly hungover.

I did make it into work that day, though, no matter how late I was. But when I thought that Bucky would show, I was actually surprised to see Steve walk into my workroom.

“Hey Y/N.” He said.

“Hey Steve, what can I do for you?”

“I was just coming to check on you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I had a really great time last night and Bucky seems to really like you. I’m glad he has a friend on the show.”

“I love hanging out with him. I can actually speak Russian around him, which is awesome.”

“You speak Russian?”

“I was born in Moscow.”

“Wow. That’s really cool. I remember Bucky talking about Russia like it was another planet, he loved it there.”

“I know and It’s so nice to talk to him about it, I miss it everyday.”

“I bet. On another note, I’m having another party in a couple of weeks, which you are invited to, and I just wanted to get some input from an outsider.”

“I wish I could tell you but the last thing I remember is showing up at the party.”

“Oh no…that’s fine, no big deal, all that matters is that you had a good time.”

“I did…of what I remember.”

“Well good. So, I will leave you to your work and I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh and Bucky said he’ll be around later, I’m taking him out to lunch.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Bucky did swing by later and we talked, pretty much just like every other time before. And as we approached the start of filming, this was our routine.

Bucky and I had grown extremely close to each other. We told each other anything and everything that came to mind. Of course we had our secrets but we were still fairly new to each other. I couldn’t deny that I really liked what we had though. I didn’t know if it was anything past friendship or if it ever would be, so I pushed down any feelings that I may have had and tried to keep things simple.

The week before filming for the first episode, I was typing up an expense report when I heard my phone ring and instinctively reached for it, not even seeing who was calling.

Y/N: Y/N Y/L/N

BUCKY: Is Mr. Wall there?

Y/N: No I’m sorry.

BUCKY: What about Mrs. Wall?

Y/N: No, there are no Walls here.

BUCKY: Then what’s holding up your ceiling? I heard muffled laughter on the other side of the line and immediately knew who it was.

Y/N: Bucky?

BUCKY: Hey Y/N

Y/N: I should have known that it was you.

BUCKY: Well if you really don’t mind, I do need to talk to the Walls.

Y/N: Ha ha you’re very funny.

BUCKY: I know. So what are you doing?

Y/N: At the moment typing up an expense report.

BUCKY: That sounds…boring.

Y/N: It is.

BUCKY: Well you should leave your boring job and come help me with something.

Y/N: Oh really?

BUCKY: What if I told you that it tied into your job…but it’s more fun.

I stopped and I thought about it.

Y/N: Let me send this and I’ll be there.

BUCKY: Great, I will see you soon.

Y/N: Yep

So I quickly finished my report and then I headed over to Bucky’s apartment. When I got there, I knocked on the door and he answered immediately.

“Hey, thanks for coming.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He let me in and closed the door behind me.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll take a water.”

“Coming up.” So he went into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of water before he showed me up to his bedroom. “So, as you know we are about to start filming the first episode.”

“Yes?”

“I need your help choosing the right suit.”

“Really?”

“Yes. This is a big deal, this is my first impression and you have to approve it anyway.”

“I already approved everything.”

“So you don’t want to help me?”

“I didn’t t say that.”

“Great. You can sit on the bed. And I will go put on my first suit.”

“You’re going to try everything on?”

“What’s more fun than a fashion show?”

“Okay.” So I moved to sit on the bed, resting against the headrest and pillows.

“So how did your reports go!” He yelled out.

“Good. I was under budget, which was nice!” I yelled back.

“That is good!”

“Are you nervous about the first episode?!” I asked.

“I don’t know! I’m nervous to meet the girls I guess!”

“Why?!”

“It’s just been so long since I’ve been on a good date, I don’t think I know what to do anymore!”

“You’ll be fine! This first episode is all about first impressions! You just have to go with your gut!”

“That can’t be all there is to it.” He walked out of the closet in a royal blue tuxedo jacket, black tuxedo pants, and a black bow tie.

“There are 25 girls and you don’t get a lot of time with them. If you have a good feeling about them, then keep them in and if you don’t, dont.”

“What do you think?” He said, slowly turning so I could get a good look at his suit.

“I think it’s a little too formal. You don’t want them to think that you’re too serious. You need to put on something that describes your personality.”

“My personality?”

“Yeah, something that says Bucky.”

“Okay.”

He went back into the closet, taking off his jacket as he went.

“You know, I don’t think I’m going to tell the girls my nickname!”

“Really?! Why not?!”

“Only people who know me call me Bucky! I think it would be weird if I had all of these girls calling me Bucky!”

“So you want them to call you James the whole time?!”

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll just play it by ear!”

“Maybe once you get to the top three!”

“Maybe!”

I didn’t say anything else until he came out in his second suit.

“Why do you own a bright green suit?” I laughed.

“St. Patrick’s Day.”

“And that’s your personality?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you have that suit tailored to you?”

“What if I did?”

“You like St. Patrick’s Day that much?”

“I like holidays.”

“I’m going to give that a no.”

“Yeah. I have just the thing.”

“I’m ready.”

So I sat back against the bed and messed on my phone as he changed. I was drinking my water when he walked out, needless to say, I spit my water everywhere…and was choking.

“Oh my god!”

“I thought you said you were ready?”

“I am not ready for that.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Why do you even have that?”

“I have my reasons.”

“So you just happen to have a chip n dale costume in your closet. I didn’t see that when I went through it.” The costume was black tuxedo pants, a white shirt with the sleeves cut off, fake cuffs, and a bow tie.

“Because it wasn’t out in my closet.”

“Well I definitely think you should go with this look.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I’m sure they’ll assume a lot of things.”

“Oh and you haven’t even seen the best part.”

“Oh no.”

He just smiled at me, as he grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped the whole thing off.

“See, it’s a tear-away.”

“I should have known.” I tried not to smile.

“The hard part is putting it back on…I guess it wasn’t made for that.”

“You would probably be doing something wrong.”

“You’re not wrong about that.”

“Go put on a real option.”

“Fine.”

He trudged back into the closet and I waited for him one last time. The next time he came out he was wearing a three piece grey suit and a burgundy tie.

“I think this suits you.” I held back my laugh.

“Was that a pun?”

“I guess it was.” We both laughed.

“You approve?”

“I do.”

“Great.”

He walked over to the other side of the bed and took off his jacket where I saw that he had put the chip n dale shirt back on, revealing the surprise sleevelessness that I had agreed to. I just laughed at him as he plopped down beside me.

“Hey you approved it.” He said, putting his arms behind his head.

“I know.”

“But if it makes you feel better I won’t wear the shirt for the real thing.”

“You won’t wear that shirt or you won’t wear a shirt?”

“It’ll be a surprise.”

“Oh no.” We both laughed.

As we settled I looked over at him and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about his arm.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a serious question?”

“I think I know where this is going.”

“Well you don’t have to answer if it’s too personal.”

“You are the only person I know who has seen me in my chip n dale costume, I think we’re past personal for today.”

“Really?”

“That was a Halloween costume from when I lived in Russia. No one has seen it.”

“In America.”

“Touché. What’s your question.” I turned to rest on my side, facing him.

“How did you lose your arm?”

“Um…I was working in the mission control center, at the time I was training to be an astronaut, and there was an accident. I don’t remember much but I was working on a machine, an engine of some sort, and I got stuck. When they got me out, the nerves in my arm were completely dead and so instead of lugging around a lifeless limb, I opted for them to remove it. That ended my time at Roscosmos.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I’m not going to lie, it was. It was really hard learning how to do things with only one arm. Luckily they paid for me to get back to America, gave me a ton of money, and I moved in with Steve. I used the money to run research on prosthetics and paid for my therapy and Steve helped me more than I could ever repay him for. Of course, for a long time after the accident I couldn’t find the motivation to do much of anything. You know, ever since I was a kid I dreamed of going into space and I went to school so that I could go to space. Then I got my shot and I lost my arm. It really knocked me off my feet.”

“I could only imagine.”

“Steve was the one who dug me out. He took me to rehab for my depression and I went back to physical therapy and at one of my therapy sessions I met this little girl who had lost her left arm, just like me, but in a car accident. And she was just so happy.

“She didn’t care that she only had one arm, she never let it bring her down or limit her. I talked to her mom about what happened and since we had the same trainer, a lot of times our sessions overlapped. She really became a huge part of my recovery. Which is why she was the second person to test the arm, I really wanted to help her, like she had helped me.”

“What’s her name?”

“Luna.”

“She sounds cute.”

“She is and she is so smart for her age. And I’m totally convinced that she’s going to rule the world someday.”

“You think?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well as you know every great world leader has a metal arm, so she already has a leg up.” God, did he laugh. It was kind of mesmerizing.

“I’m going to have to tell her that one.”

“I hope she likes it as much as you did. But what happened next?”

“Well, then I sat down and came up with a prosthesis, this one. And I went to everyone I knew and everyone I didn’t, trying to get the funding and facility to develop and produce this arm. And I finally found one. Tony Stark.”

“Really?” Tony Stark is a billionaire technology developer. He’s brilliant and owns pretty much the biggest company in the world. You needed anything that was advanced in the slightest, he could do it.

“Yeah. He loved my idea and he helped me produce the prototype before we made the real thing.” He gestured to his arm. “Of course with one arm, I was mostly just there to help, I couldn’t really build anything. But as soon as I got mine to work and figured out a good way to attach it, I made one for Luna. It was her I-finished-therapy present. And even though I’ve been done with my therapy for some time now, I still see her. She comes in for diagnostics checks and every now and then we have to make her a new arm; she’s growing really fast.”

As he talked I absentmindedly traced the lines on his arm. I really had no idea that I had been doing it, it was strange, but kind of relaxing at the same time.

“When word got out about the arm and how successful it was, there were so many people who tried to buy me out. But they wanted to build them and put a huge price tag on them and I didn’t want that. So we develop them in house and we try and get as many people as we can to come in and test out other limbs. And someday we hope to make them more lifelike, but for now this is what it is and it works.”

When he finished talking, he looked down at my hand and the way it traced over his arm. I quickly pulled my hand away.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just not used to—people usually don’t touch it openly. Not that people are afraid of it, but for a lot of people it’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird, I think it’s amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean you’ve managed to create something that actually resembles a human arm. I think a lot of people would enjoy a prosthesis more like this.”

“Well I hope so. I really want this to be good for a lot of people. And I’m excited to see what happens next with this.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it, it is really great.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Nope only one a night.”

“Bucky.”

“Yes, you can ask me a question.”

“Why didn’t you say any of this at the interview? It sounds like you’re doing great work, I’m sure they would have loved to hear all about this.”

“I didn’t want to say anything because I wanted to get the role for me, not because they were taking pity on the one armed guy. I am proud of what I have been able to do. I have made a great living and I have over come some terrible times, and it’s only made me stronger. But I wanted to do the show so that these woman can see the real me, because I’m tired of everyone just treating me like a cripple, that or a really rich cripple.” I laughed at him.

“I can see that.”

“I bet you didn’t even notice at first that I had a metal arm.”

“Actually I was the only one who noticed. I asked the other guys about it later and everyone else thought I was seeing things. So I didn’t say anything else about it.”

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

“I needed a good reason to bring it up.”

“So me taking off my shirt.”

“Yep.” Now he laughed at me.

We sat in his room and talked until it got late in the day. And when it got late he ordered us some take out and we watched some reality TV, which Bucky said was to “help with his nerves.” Honestly I think it was just so we could make fun of people.

I had so much fun with Bucky today, that I hardly realized that I really needed to go home.

“Hey, I need to head home, it’s really late.” I said.

“Oh, well thanks for coming over and helping me. I had a lot of fun today.” He walked me over to the front door.

“I did too and I’m glad that we could pick out your suit.”

“Yeah me too.”

“And don’t be nervous for filming, you’re pretty awesome. Any of the girls would be lucky to catch your eye.”

“Thanks, I guess. And I will see you tomorrow.”

“Yes you will.”

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Bucky.”

I walked out the door, feeling better than I had in a long time. I don’t want to say that it was because of Bucky, but I would be wrong.

What was I getting myself into?

PART THREE

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your-modern-shakespeare · 7 years ago

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Hey guys! I’m stuck at Honda getting an oil change at the moment and I thought that the app wouldn’t mess with the format of the next installment of A Little Too Real but it did. So as soon as I get home I’m going to put it up from my computer so it’ll read right. It’s a doozy too (over 15,000 words) so get ready for a huge story with lots of fun ahead. Also I will probably be missing in action over the next few days: I’m working Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons tomorrow all day and then my sister is graduating from Dallas Baptist University on Friday. So yeah...I love you guys and I’ll be posting soon :)

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your-modern-shakespeare · 7 years ago

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A Little Too Real (6)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5, Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 5066

A/N: So I know that this is a long time coming but I hope that this is good. I’ve had a big writer’s block problem but I feel like I’m getting past it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween!

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, hospital stuff, mentions of injury, car crash details, I don’t know what else

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire , @alicerozenju, @snuggleducky, @mell-bell, @lifeasabookbutterfly, @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi, @iamwarrenspeace

Y/N’S POV

I remember the car accident, that wasn’t the problem. It was how bad I wanted to wake up, but couldn’t. The accident played in a loop in my head, over and over again and I had no understanding of what was happening outside of my head.

You know those movies where people get stuck in a coma and leave their bodies and try to figure out why they couldn’t get back and they look in on their loved ones and whatever else happens? That was not this. It was me and my head hashing it out for consciousness.

But just when I thought that I couldn’t take it anymore, I started to hear something else.

“She’s going to be fine. You heard what the doctor said.” Steve?

“It doesn’t make me feel any better, no matter how much he reassures me. I mean look at her, she’s bound to be in a lot of pain.” Hearing Bucky’s voice simultaneously made me feel calmer and more excited. He was here, waiting for me.

“We won’t know until she wakes up.”

“Yeah.”

“She is going to wake up.”

“I know.”

I don’t exactly remember when everything happened, like time of day and how long I had been at the hospital, but according to what Bucky had said, he had stayed up most of the night, waiting for me to wake up. And trying to think really hard about the order of things, I realized that I missed filming and his mother’s birthday party. So not only did I feel bad physically, but also bad emotionally.

It wasn’t until the next day that I woke up and honestly it was terrifying. Apparently it had been too early and I ended up panicking when I started to choke on the tube running down my throat. I don’t know what I would have done if Bucky hadn’t been there.

Very quickly did the nurses come running in to help me, but as I tried to pull the tube out myself, Bucky was there to hold my hands and keep me from hurting myself. I just remember him repeating that I was okay and I just kept my eyes on him as the nurses took out the tube. But also one of things that made waking up early harder was that breathing by myself still hurt like hell. But the nurses also saw that, so instead of just having the tube of oxygen under my nose they gave me a mask that gave me more oxygen to help steady my breathing. The nurses left the room and Bucky started to move away from me, but I grabbed his hand and held it as tight as I could, hoping that he could see on my face how much I needed him to stay by my side.

He moved his hand to wrap around mine and gave me a small smile.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said. He let go of my hand just for a second so that he could move the chair back over to the side of the bed before sitting down and grabbing my hand again.

The nurses came back in, a lot sooner than expected, giving me some pain medication that made me very tired. As much as I didn’t want to go back to sleep it was too hard to keep my eyes open. Right before I passed out I wrapped my hand back around Bucky’s so that, hopefully, he wouldn’t leave me while I slept. I didn’t want to be alone.

BUCKY’S POV

I couldn’t get her terrified look out of my head. She looked so lost and scared and she, without saying anything at all, begged me to stay by her side, to not leave her alone. So that’s what I did.

Steve came and went, Peggy came by and dropped off a bag of personal items from her apartment, and my mom kept calling non stop wanting information about my “friend.” She didn’t really imply air quotes but it was the way that she said friend that made me think that she thought otherwise.

Anyway, though Y/N didn’t have the tube down her throat anymore they did have her hooked up to an oxygen mask to help her get air easier, hopefully put less stress on the torn lung. But the longer that she slept the more worried I grew. I just wanted to know that she was okay, I wanted to take her home and help her feel as normal as possible, help her get back to herself.

The doctor had come in several times to check in on her and he explained to me some of the things that I would have to help her with after her discharge.

For one, she would most likely be in a wheelchair until she had less chest pain, enough to use crutches. I would also have to watch her very closely after we left the hospital for any signs of distress, breathing difficulties, excess pain or anything else that seemed out of the ordinary for someone who tore both her lung and diaphragm, like I knew exactly what that entailed. But overall it made me nervous, not only because I was now put in charge of what happened to Y/N but also because I had to make sure that she didn’t die on my watch.

You know, I could handle the broken leg and helping her get around, I mean I had done it with my arm for a long time. But making sure that her lung didn’t recollapse or that her diaphragm doesn’t rupture was a big load to carry on my shoulders. One that I was happy to do, but very nervous about.

So as she slept longer and longer I just watched her and prayed to anybody listening that she would be okay soon. But seeing her like that, just so lost to everything happening, made me kind of into a wreck and I’m pretty sure Steve saw it. He never said anything but he did little things to help me out. Like he brought me clean clothes and coffee and food and every couple of hours he would try to convince me to sleep but I never listened to him.

With that, I never had any reason to leave the room, so I had a lot of time to think about things, especially my latest revelation.

I loved her.

The longer I sat there, the longer I thought about how stupid I had been. Ever since the moment I had met her I knew that there was something special about her. But I had pushed everything down because I had been scared that my feelings would get in the way of us working together. Still, despite my best my efforts, I was hopelessly in love with her and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. But I had almost lost her...I couldn't imagine my life without her and I had almost lost her.

So how would I keep someone as important as her in my life and not tell her that I love her? How would I keep her safe and make her happy without her being mine? How do I move on from here?

I was torn away from my rampant thoughts when I heard a labored intake of breath.

“Y/N?” I called out and moved closer to her side. She was messing with her wires and trying to pull the mask off of her face, she was clearly disoriented.

I grabbed her hands to make sure she didn’t pull anything out, but she pulled her hand out of mine and moved her mask down so that I could hear her better.

“You’re here.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” I moved the mask back down over her nose and mouth, making sure thats she was breathing again.

I sat by her bedside and told her everything that had happened since I found her in the hospital. So far she hadn’t said anything to me, just listened to everything I had to say, welcoming the distraction. But as I reached the most present instant before her waking up, she took her mask off again and took in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry...I missed—”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not upset that you weren’t there.”

“You’re a liar.”

“How do you know me so well?” She smiled just a bit before she moved the mask back on her face. “I admit that I was a little upset, but knowing what I know now...I’m just glad that you're okay, because honestly I...I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it.” She grabbed my hand and looked at me like she was happy.

As the next few hours passed she started to breath better and better. She said that there was still some pain in her chest but the doctor said that that would be normal as she healed. And then he got to the good part.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, you’re surgery was very successful and it looks like you’re recovering a lot faster than expected. That being said, your father has asked your friend Mr. Barnes to help with your post-op care.”

“Is there a lot?”

“Well we could keep you here in the hospital and have you under 24/7 watch for the next week, make sure that what we did sticks. Or you can go home and have your friend do it.”

“Is there a lot?”

“I don’t mind helping.” I said to her.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to help, I just want to know much he would have to do.” She said to me and then the doctor.

“He will need to watch you and make sure that you’re breathing. We’ll give you a portable oxygen tank just in case you have any need for it but if something does go wrong, he will be the one to bring you back to the hospital and we will operate again. Other than that, you will need to be in a wheelchair until we can confirm that your diaphragm and lung are healed enough to use crutches. So he will be helping you get around and you may get tired of him being everywhere because he will be for the next couple of weeks. But in six to eight weeks you will get your cast removed. Until then you will need help, so you can not be afraid to ask for his help.”

“I’m not afraid to ask for help.”

“Y/N, I’ve read that people who have major surgery, tend to sink into themselves. They don’t want to burden their friends because they’re scared that they’ll lose them. You’re scared that you’ll ask for too much. So you may not be scared to ask but you’re scared that I’ll turn away from you when you reach that point.” I grabbed her hand and held it in mine. “You have done so much for me, more than I could ever repay, please don’t push me away. I want to help you.”

“You won’t run away from me?”

“No.”

Y/N and I spent the rest of the day hanging out around the hospital and she seemed to be growing stronger and stronger. She was still hooked up to oxygen but the doctors said that there was a big chance that she could go home tomorrow morning.

Steve and Peggy brought by some non hospital food for dinner and the four of us talked and Y/N laughed, even though it was little and it hurt. But it was fun...until the talk took a turn. I’m not sure how we got so serious but it brought up some good points and things that I needed to talk to Y/N about.

So when Steve and Peggy left I got Y/N’s attention and brought up what had been going through my mind.

“I think you should move in with me...during the recovery.” I blurted.

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of like making a mental pros-cons list, so just hear me out. I’m going to have to watch you very closely over the next week and this is serious. I’ve been talking to the doctor and he’s shown me things to look out for and there's a lot that could happen to you and I need you...to be okay.”

“Bucky do you know why I was hesitant at first when the doctor said that you would be the one to help me with my recovery?”

“No, why?”

“You are my best friend. My best friend. I was so excited to see you here because I was hoping that you would do what you did when I woke up. You told me what was happening with everyone, you talked to me like we were at work and while you talked to me I forgot about the images flashing through my head. And then the doctor comes in and starts talking about my recovery and you disappear. I know that you’re worried but I don’t need whoever that was earlier, I need my friend. What’s about to happen...I’m scared.” She took in as deep a breath as she could as the tears started to form in her eyes. “I can feel where they cut into me...what they did to me and I’m scared by what the doctor said because I don’t want anything to happen again. So I don’t need you to be my doctor or my babysitter, I need you to be my friend. I need you to make me forget the accident, I need you to not treat me differently and I need you to support me and keep me breathing. You said you needed me, but I need you, I need you Bucky.”

She had a few tears running down her cheeks and her breathing was ragged, she was clearly upset by what I had said and I felt terrible about it. I grabbed her hand and made sure she was looking at me.

“I'm here for you, whatever you need from me, and I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I’m not trying to change what we have and if you want me to talk your ear off, I’ll talk your ear off. But I’m worried too and I’m scared that I’ll do something wrong and it helps me to think about this as if I know everything that could possibly happen to you. The doctor wants to release you in the morning and I really wanted to get all of this doctor talk and the medical preparations done here so that I don’t have to bring it out of there. Your recovery shouldn’t be about that, so I’ve been preparing now so we don’t have to deal with it later. I know that we are going to be okay because once we get out of this god forsaken hospital everything will go back to semi-normal. We’ll figure things out as we go and we’ll keep everything fun and easy. But most importantly I’m always going to be you’re friend and I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She took in a deep breath and wiped the tears off her face.

“I’m sorry for exploding like that.”

“It’s okay. All of this is overwhelming, I should have gone a little slower.”

“You’re just trying to help.”

“Yes, but what you’ve been through is traumatic and it will take you some time to adjust. I know for a fact that trying to operate with one leg will be difficult, so at least I know something about that.”

“I’m lucky that you’re helping me.”

“I’m happy I finally get to do something to pay you back. Not that I’m trying to get even but it’s nice to be able to do something for you.”

“You do a lot more than you think.”

“I would love to hear what.”

“It’s my secret.”

“Well, maybe one of these days I’ll get you to tell me. I know that you may not want to think about this right now, but I would feel more comfortable if you would move in with me for the week. I mean, logistically it would be easier to get your wheelchair through my apartment door on the first floor than your door on the second...so that’s the biggest thing. Not that I wouldn’t carry you up to your apartment but I thought it would be easier.”

“That’s fine.”

“And Peggy brought you some clothes so you should be good for at least a couple of days, maybe after work we can swing by your place if you need some more stuff.”

“You guys are too good to me.”

“We’re all here for you. We’re going to get you through this.”

“I know.”

The following morning, Sunday, the nurse helped Y/N get changed into her pajamas and gave her some tips on how to keep her cast as clean possible but as she got ready I left the hospital to get us some real food. Y/N would have to eat before she took her medicine so I figured she would want something other than gross hospital food. So as soon as she was dressed I gave her her food and I loaded my car while she ate. 20 minutes later we were out of there with discharge papers and a very doped up Y/N.

She was pretty quiet the whole ride home but I just chalked it up to the meds. She would usually take these at night so that she could pass out afterwards but the doctor said that she would make it home before that happened today.

I pulled up to my apartment and looked over at Y/N...who was completely passed out against the window. So instead of making a big fuss of the wheelchair, I just decided to carry her in and set her on my bed.

So I walked around to the passenger door, made sure she didn’t fall out when I opened the door, and picked her up. But as soon as I got up to my door I realized that I had no way to open it, so instead I kicked it really hard and hoped my mom would be home.

The door opened and she went to say something but I think she was shocked to see me standing there with a woman in my arms. So she just moved out of the way and let me inside.

“What are you—who is this?” She asked.

“This is Y/N, she’s staying with me for the week so I can make sure she doesn’t die.” I kept walking back to my room and she just followed.

“What?” I kicked open the door to my bedroom and placed Y/N on the bed. I grabbed a few pillows, propped up her leg and put the covers on top of her, making sure that she would have no reason to wake up. As soon as I got her comfortable I met my mom out in the living room where I knew I would hear either harsh words or overexcited personally invasive questions. I figured more of the second.

The first thing to come out of her was a complaint about me not calling her with enough updates but pretty much everything after that was her grilling me about Y/N. Apparently I hadn’t told her enough about Y/N because to her this “obviously seemed like something more.” It took me a while to convince her otherwise and I’m still not really sure she believes me but I needed to focus on Y/N.

So I grabbed my phone and went to sit in the chair in the corner of my room, that way I could keep a close eye on Y/N and so my mom couldn’t walk in and yell at me anymore.

So I just sat and waited, waited for her to wake up...again.

A couple of hours had passed and Y/N had woken up. She was still kind of fuzzy but...she was beautiful. She hadn’t showered, her hair was a mess, she looked exhausted but she was the most beautiful person in the world.

I moved by her side and we talked most of the day. I made her food and I introduced her to my mom...which was very nerve wracking for many reasons and yet they seemed to be getting along greatly. Y/N apologized profusely for missing the party and said that as soon as she could she would make a new batch of birthday pies for us to enjoy. But my mom made sure that she understood that we both didn’t expect anything other than her taking as much time as she needed to heal.

“You know, Bucky didn’t tell me that you would still be here, but I’m glad you are, I wanted the chance to meet you before you left.” Y/N said.

“He didn’t tell you? Yeah I’m staying over for a few days. He works too much and I don’t get to see him enough.”

“So if she’s staying in the guest room and I slept on your bed, where are you sleeping?” She asked me very accusatory.

“I am taking the couch.”

“Bucky—“

“Don’t be like that. I don’t mind.”

“Well I do.”

“Well don’t, I volunteered to help you out and luckily my couch is very comfortable.”

“And if it wasn’t?” She said now amused.

“Well of course I would have to throw you out on the street and just hope that you would make it home.”

“Oh okay, because that sounds exactly like something you would do.”

“Oh yeah.” We were both smiling at the turn of the conversation and I risked a peek at my mom who was just as if not more happy at how the two of us had reacted to our disagreement.

So with that, I tried to make the most out of the time we had left in the day and gave Y/N as much normalcy as possible. We moved out to the living room and just lounged around watching movies and laughing and later my mom made us some dinner. Of course she had a secret agenda but I think I missed her home made food so much that I didn’t even bother to bring it up.

When it was time to go to bed I moved Y/N back into my room, propped her leg back up on the pillows and brought her her new nightly medication.

“So, I will be on the couch if you need me, just call out, I’ll leave the door open.” I turned to leave her for the night but she stopped me.

“Wait, Bucky?” She grabbed my hand. “I don’t want this to be weird but, will you stay with me?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah..I just don’t want to be alone.”

“This isn’t about me sleeping on the couch is it?”

“No.” She almost looked scared.

“Okay.”

So I walked around to the unoccupied side of the bed and climbed underneath the covers right next to her. She moved so that her head was resting on my chest, her arms wrapped around me, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her, feeling like she needed me to hold her.

“Are you sure everything's okay?”

“I remember everything.” She took in a deep breath. “I don’t want to.”

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

“Thank you.”

“Good night Y/N.”

“Goodnight Bucky.”

STEVE’S POV

It was days like today that I loved. I had the day off, got to spend all of my time with Peggy and we actually fell asleep at a reasonable time.

We were both in a dead sleep until the loud ringtone of my cell woke me up. I quickly picked it up hoping to not wake Peggy.

STEVE: Hello? I whispered.

WINIFRED: Steve?

STEVE: Hey Winnie, what can I do for you?

WINIFRED: Can you come over here?

STEVE: Is everything okay?

WINIFRED: Yeah I just need you to come over here, if you don’t mind.

STEVE: Sure, I’ll be there in a bit

WINIFRED: Thanks

STEVE: No problem

I hung up the phone completely confused about what was going on.

“What did Winnie want?” Peggy asked.

“She wants me to come over to Bucky’s.”

“Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know. She didn’t say.”

“She does know that it’s like one in the morning.”

“She wouldn’t have asked me to come if it wasn’t important.”

“I know.”

“Just go back to bed, I’ll see what’s happening.”

“I’m already awake, it could be something good. I don’t want to miss it.”

“Maybe you're right.”

So we both got dressed and headed over to Bucky's apartment. Winnie must have been waiting for us because we didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door before it swung open.

“It’s about time you got here.” She said, leaving the door open as she marched away.

“We only live ten minutes away.” Peggy said.

We just followed Winnie and she walked towards Bucky’s room...okay, I knew what this was about.

The three of us moved to stand in the doorway of his bedroom, seeing that Y/N and Bucky were sleeping together, arms wrapped around each other, just like a couple would do. Yeah, we definitely knew what this was about.

“What is happening with him? First he tells me that they’re friends, then she is moving in for the week, and now they’re sleeping together.”

“They are friends.” Peggy started.

“But he has feelings for her.” I continued.

“And she has feelings for him.”

“Then why this dance? We should just tell them.” Winnie concluded.

“Well there are some other things that have happened.” I said.

“Like what?”

“Well…” I looked at Peggy and she shrugged. “They kissed at my birthday party, but they don’t remember.”

“Okay.”

“And they work together so I think they’re both trying to keep things professional, you know, because he’s on a reality tv dating show.”

“But if he likes her, and she likes him, then why can’t we tell them? It’s pretty obvious that this is not just friendship.”

“I decided not to tell him.”

“Why?”

“Because of Nat.”

“She was all wrong for him and Y/N—“

“I pushed Bucky to see Nat. He was hesitant about seeing her and I told him that she was good, that all of the doubt that he had about her was just nerves...but he was right. And I pushed him and he was the one who got hurt...badly hurt.”

“But she isn’t Nat.”

“No but he needs to be the one to make the move from friendship to something more. I can’t push him again, give suggestive hints yes, but I can’t do that to him again. I know that he likes her more than he ever did Nat, so I want what they have to last even if it takes a while for them to get there.”

“Well you're sweet to worry about him, but don’t think that I won’t stop trying. If anyone can get through to him it’s me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

We didn’t stick around much longer after that. Winnie had made some sweets earlier in the day and loaded us up before we left, apologizing for waking us up. But after that we went back home curled back into our warm blankets and thought that maybe Winnie was right, maybe we did need to do something about this.

Y/N’S POV

The nightmares weren’t that bad last night. Having Bucky with me made me feel less alone, he made me feel less like a victim.

I remember the crash. I remember the song playing on the radio, I remember what I was thinking, who I was thinking about… I remember the feeling of the crash, I remember the crack of my leg, I remember the breath leaving my lungs as if it were impossible to ever breathe again. I remember the pain but most of all I remember the one face I would have given anything to see just one more time.

And I did, I did see him again. That was the first time that I felt relief, the second I opened my eyes and saw his eyes looking right back at me. I tried so hard to talk to him to, to speak around the breathing tube with no luck. But seeing him there was enough.

And then he stayed. He took care of me while I recovered in the daunting room, he spoke to me as if the accident had never happened. For a second I thought that everything was okay that I could handle staying friends with him, despite the thoughts I had had of him before the crash.

And then he changed, he started to talk about taking care of me and he started talking about things that could have fooled me into believing that he cared for me more than he did.

My response to his talk was some of fear, not because of his intentions changing towards me but because I was scared that my intentions would.

Before the crash I knew where we stood and honestly I would do anything to go back there, because I didn’t want to mess this up.

So when Bucky asked me to move in with him I was scared and when I asked him to stay with me last night I couldn’t do anything but hope that my growing feelings wouldn’t break my heart.

But the nightmares...yeah they weren’t bad last night.

Despite the sleep I got, I was still up pretty early. I didn’t dare move though, I wanted the good feeling to last a little longer. I waited and listened to his lungs moving, his heart beating and I couldn’t help but feel that I wanted to stay here. Something had definitely shifted when that car crashed into me, I just didn’t know if it was for the worse or the better.

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A Little Too Real (5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 5450

A/N: Long time coming, but it’s here. I don’t have much to say, besides that you guys are awesome and I love you! Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, sad!bucky, angst, mentions of injury, cliffhanger (sorry)

WEEK 3

BUCKY’S POV

I had to believe that the new week would bring something good. Not because that last week had been so terrible but the more that I thought about what happened with Y/N the more I wanted to make it up to her.

So, I quickly got ready for the day, putting on jeans and a t-shirt. The drive from my apartment over to Y/N’s wasn’t so bad and I stopped at a little coffee shop along the way, grabbing the two of us some coffee and something to munch on.

I drove up to the front gate of Y/N’s apartment complex, typed in the code that she had used before, and then Clyde waved me through after he recognized me from the first time I had been there. Finding Y/N’s apartment from that point was all muscle memory as I drove to the back building and walked up to the door I had only seen once before, but couldn’t bare to forget. I knocked on her door and was not expecting to see who answered.

“Hey, Barnes.” Tony left the door open as he turned around to go back to the couch. On the coffee table in front of him were two different laptops and it looked kind of like he was programming something.

“What are you doing?” I asked, heading into the kitchen to set down the coffee and food.

“Oh, Y/N asked me if I would change her phone number, so now I am changing all of her accounts so that the new number is registered instead of her old one.”

“But why?”

“Because she asked me to. You should be getting a text soon from the new number.” And it wasn’t even a couple of seconds later that I got a text from a unknown number. “So what brings you by?”

“Well I was going to ask Y/N to come to PT with me, but if you two are doing something…”

“No, I just came over to get access to her laptop.”

“Is she here?” I asked, looking around the apartment.

“Oh, yeah. She’s sleeping, I just decided to stop by before Luna’s diagnostic check. You’re going, right?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Then you better wake up Y/N.”

“Yeah.”

I grabbed the coffee and scone and walked into Y/N’s bedroom. She had a soft little snore and was propped up on a pile of pillows, hair strewn out across them, but completely cuddled in her blanket, looking as peaceful as could be. I sat down on the edge of the bed and moved her hair out of her face before I tried to wake her.

“Y/N?” She stirred a little. “Hey, Y/N?” I said a little louder and her eyes started to open.

“Bucky? What are you doing here?”

“Tony let me in.”

“Tony’s here?”

“Yeah, he’s in the living room.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked, sitting up to look at me better.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to PT with me?”

“You want me to go?”

“Yeah. I mean, I won’t be doing too much. Tony’s going to be running some new diagnostic checks because of the whole thing that happened last week and we’re going to check on Luna.”

“Luna’s going to be there?” She smiled.

“Yeah, I figured that you may want to meet her.”

“I would love to go.”

“How fast can you get ready?”

“Never underestimate the speed of an ex-dresser.”

“I’ll time you.”

She grabbed the coffee cup out of my hand and quickly took a sip before she handed it back to me and headed for the bathroom. I went back out to the living room where Tony was sitting and sat right next to him. While we waited Tony did some last minute work and I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, saved Y/N’s new number and deleted the old one.

It couldn’t have been but twenty minutes later that Y/N came out, completely ready to go. I had to admit that that was an impressive time for a woman to get ready, I had never seen that before. Tony grabbed his things and the three of us left her apartment and headed over to the PT building.

When we got inside we made sure to sign in and we headed over to the tech room first where Tony would set up the computers for the diagnostic checks.

As Tony worked, I took Y/N on a small tour of the facility and introduced her to the few physical trainers and medical staff that I had come to work with during my recovery.

As we walked around, she told me about how Peggy had actually asked her out to lunch a couple of weeks ago and how the two of them had just instantly became friends and practically talked every day, I mean when she wasn't talking to me of course or working. And then I told her about the party that I was planning for my mom’s birthday and how it was going to be a big event this year since this was kind of the first year that I didn't have anything going on. Of course Y/N was invited so I made sure to give her the information and I told her a little about my mom so that she could get her a present if she wanted to, even though I insisted that she just bring by a couple of her birthday pies.

Once I had finished my tour we stopped off in the lobby and decided to finish waiting for Luna and her mom there.

“Thanks for coming with me today, by the way, I know that it was like I just showed up in your bedroom and asked you to come, but I’m glad you’re here.” I teased.

“That’s because that is exactly what happened.” We both just laughed at each other, but looked over at the door when Luna, with her bouncy little blonde curls, came skipping in. As soon as she realized I was waiting for her, she launched herself into my arms and held onto me as tightly as she could.

“Bucky!” She yelled.

“Hi Luna.” I placed her back on the ground in front of me and looked at the new dress she was wearing, a replica of the new Cinderella dress. “Or should I call you princess?” She giggled and curled herself around her mother’s leg.

“No, I’m Luna.”

“Oh. Well, Luna this is my best friend Y/N, we get to work together on my show.” Y/N waved at her. “She helps pick out everyone's clothes and sometimes she even makes them.”

“You know how to make dresses?” She asked Y/N.

“Yeah I do.”

“Princess dresses?”

“Any kind of dress you can think of.” She smiled. We heard someone walk around the corner and Luna got excited again running straight for him.

“I’m ready when you guys are.” Tony said as Luna grabbed his hand and pulled him away before he could barely finish his statement.

So the remaining three of us, went back into the tech room and I grabbed a chair, placing it right next to the table where Tony had set up his computers. Y/N went to move a chair right beside me for Luna, but I just picked her up and put her in my lap just like we usually did .

“Why don't you move a chair right in front of us, so you can see this? It's pretty cool.”

“We fix our arms at the same time.” Luna said to Y/N as she moved her chair to face the two of us. Luna's mother moved a chair right next to Y/N so that she could help if she needed to.

“At the same time?” She asked.

“Yeah, She’s a little s-c-a-r-e-d of the wires.” I said a little quieter hoping to not draw her attention too much away from Tony.

Luna’s...crushing on Tony. It’s the cutest thing ever. She loves him despite the hard outer shell he usually wears for everyone else. In reality he's just a big old teddy bear, but more so with Luna.

To start the diagnostic setup, I placed my arm on the table with the inside of my arm facing up and then Tony started attaching the wires. As soon as he was done setting up my wires, Luna moved her arm to rest right on top of mine, in the same position so that Tony could then attach her wires. I wasn't quite sure what about this made Luna feel better, but it did. Maybe because she saw me doing it at the same time and her seeing that I wasn't being hurt helped ease her, but I wasn't sure. Unfortunately the check took some time so this was the point where getting Luna to talk was very important.

“So, I haven't seen you in a while. You started school already right?”

“Yeah.” She said quietly, very nervously watching what was happening with her arm.

“You must be in like the fifth grade by now.” I teased.

“No!” She giggled and turned to look back at me with a smile. “Preschool.”

“Oh. What have you been learning?”

“Music and shapes.”

“Shapes can sing?”

“No!” She laughed.

I kept asking her questions about school and sometimes Y/N would ask her something. But we just talked to her until the software was done updating and as usual she was perfectly calm despite her nerves.

After we finished up with Tony, Y/N, Luna, her mom and I all decided to go out for lunch. We tried to convince Tony to come with us but apparently he had a meeting to go to. Luna gave him the saddest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen but he somehow was able to say no to her, I’m not sure how but he did.

I took the four of us to Luna’s favorite restaurant and we had a really good time just talking and letting Luna tell us these stories that probably were not nearly as funny as they were when she told them.

But overall seeing Luna, having Y/N meet Luna...I don’t know, it made things real again. Since I started being friends with Y/N I had pushed down pretty much everything that I had been feeling, mostly because of the reality TV aspect of our relationship. Because despite the fact that this was supposed to be reality, I couldn’t help but not feel more fake doing the show than I had ever in my life. Y/N made me feel real and seeing her with Luna made me think about life with her, how I didn’t want to be part of a reality without her.

But ignoring that for a moment, there was a very harsh reality that lived within my revelation, the possibility of Y/N not liking me the same. And as I stared at Y/N, thinking about how great these last weeks have been, I couldn’t help but want to keep that as sacred as possible. So I had to figure that the best way to keep what we had, was actually to not do anything to jeopardize that, including keeping my feelings at bay.

So as the next couple of days passed, I tried my hardest to do just that. I focused a little more on the show and the nine remaining girls, I worked a little more with Tony and the time that I spent with Y/N was more limited but still fun and casual.

And of course I couldn’t forget the countless hours of planning that I had to put in for my mom’s birthday party. I was very excited for the surprise, it was hard to surprise my mother, but I was also excited to see her, since I hadn’t in so long. Y/N spent some of her time helping me out, giving me a female opinion, which I was very grateful for.

The night before our last night of filming for the week and before the night of the party, Y/N, Steve, Peggy and I were decorating my apartment with the party decorations I had bought. Peggy volunteered to make the cake and Y/N was baking some birthday pies, with some begging on my part. Steve and I weren’t much good for planning where the decorations went, but we were pretty good at listening to where the girls wanted us to put things or where they thought things looked the best.

As the night grew later the place actually started to look like a party could happen here which would have never happened if I had been by myself. Steve and Peggy were the first to leave, telling me how happy they were to have helped out and that they couldn't wait for tomorrow. I thanked them for coming over and helping me out before they went home, leaving me and Y/N alone.

“You know I should probably head out too. I've got to go to the store before work to get your mom a present.”

“You really don't have to, she'll love the pies.”

“You can't go to a birthday party without a gift.”

“Fine.”

“And we’re done here anyway, you need to get some sleep. You said your mom was driving in early right?”

“Yeah. She's got a six and a half hour drive to make. I usually fly up to see her but she insisted on driving down. She’s probably about to leave actually, she says there’s less traffic that way.”

“Smart. But you do realize that you’re going to have to meet her somewhere else now.”

“Why?”

“We just spent like four hours decorating your apartment for her surprise party.”

“Oh...yeah.”

“You can’t bring her here.”

“Yeah I see that now.”

“Well, why don’t you just...treat her to a spa day or so something. There are a lot of hotels that have spas in them and I’m sure that she would enjoy the relaxation after her long drive.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“You could tell her it’s a present.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?.”

“I wouldn't miss it.”

And with that she left. I grabbed my phone and looked around for a nice hotel/spa for my mom and set up an appointment before texting her the address and asking her to go there instead of my apartment. Of course she was suspicious but I guaranteed her that is was a good surprise.

After I had convinced her to go and after she begged me to meet her for lunch, I turned back around and looked at the decorated room. I smiled thinking about the wonderful night we had putting all of this together. I loved the way that Y/N interacted with Steve and Peggy, kind of like she had known them for years and I loved how much they loved her back.

Another thought that I also had was about the fact that whenever I had something to do or wanted something to do, Y/N was always the first person to pop into my mind. When I was younger it used to be Steve, you know we would go to baseball games together and we’d go get food. But when he met Peggy things changed, it wasn’t that we stopped hanging out it was like we added Peggy to our team. But the fact that I could see Y/N joining our “team” made me nervous and made me question the way I acted around her or talked to her or anything with her.

Yet the biggest factor of this revelation was simple: I never thought of any of the girls in the same way that I thought of Y/N.

This singular thought managed to keep me up most of the night and when I woke up in the morning I was actually very ready to kick some more girls off the show.

This week had been kind of weird, not just because of the dates but I also could feel the tension in the air. I sort of knew what happened when I wasn’t in the room, but according to Y/N they were different people when I wasn’t there. She never told me who, because she wanted me to make my own decisions but I had been so paranoid all week because of this shift.

I begged Y/N to tell me something just to take my mind off things, something that would confirm that I wasn't going crazy. But she was stubborn and wouldn't tell me anything about the girls or what they had done. So instead I tried my hardest to push that aside and did anything I could to distract myself. I took a shower, I picked out a suit for lunch, I trimmed my beard, I even ironed my shirt for tonight, despite Y/N telling me she would do it, all of this just to give me some peace of mind. And with the hours I wasted, it gave me plenty of time to get dressed and meet my mother for lunch at her hotel.

When I got there, the hostess at the restaurant, the one right off of the lobby, showed me to the table that I had reserved for our lunch. It was about ten minutes before my mother came down and was escorted to our table. I stood up from my chair and wrapped her tightly in my arms.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi.” She said with a huge smile on her face.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“How was your drive?” We both sat down in our chairs, facing each other.

“Long.”

“I’m glad you're here though.”

“Yeah, the drive was worth it. I’m happy to see you.”

So we ordered food and drinks and we just caught up on all the things we had missed about each other. I told her about the show and how it had been going and of course she was curious about the girls and yet for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her about Y/N. She asked about Steve and Peggy and even wondered about Luna and how the new updates on the arm were working. She told me about her friends and she brought up the fact that one of their daughters was getting married and how nice it would be to have grandchildren, you know, the whole guilt trip.

But the food was good, the conversation better and after talking to her I was ready for filming. I told my mom to meet me at my apartment later, telling her that I would text her when I got back from filming so that I could let her in.

So from the hotel I headed to the studio, stopping to get some coffee for Y/N along the way. When I made it to the Wardrobe room the door was locked. I tried knocking but I didn't hear anything on the other side of the door and nobody came to open up.

To me that was very strange, Y/N was never late...unless she was helping me out or I was distracting her. Never late. So the fact that she wasn't here was the first sign that something was wrong. I chose to ignore it, seeing as she was allowed to be late at least once of her own fruition. But I definitely made note of the strange occurrence.

So instead I went to the hair and makeup trailer to get ready, now being thankful that I ironed my shirt before I came. Steve met up with me at some point, being the perfect distraction from my worry.

But as it got later I couldn't help but feel the thought that something was wrong creep back to the front of my mind.

“She'll be here, she never misses.” Steve said, before I headed back to my trailer to get dressed.

As much as I wanted to believe Steve though, I couldn't help but think that she wasn't coming, especially when I waited as long as the director would let me, for her to show up.

So, trying my hardest to hide the ache in my heart, we started filming. Tonight’s filming, like most shoots at the end of the week, was easy and with that two more girls were gone. You would think that I would be a little more torn up with there being so few girls left already...but I wasn’t. I was worried and upset and not really in the mood for dealing with these other women.

So as soon as we wrapped up filming and the crew said I could leave, I headed for my trailer, Steve following me as I went. He handed me my phone as we walked and I typed out a message to Y/N.

BUCKY: Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I still hope to see you at the party.

Knowing that I didn’t have a lot of time to get back to the apartment, and knowing that Peggy was handling the guests who had already shown up, I stepped into the small bedroom to change.

“Bucky are you okay?” I heard Steve ask on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I even flinched at how harsh and not okay that sounded.

“I know you’re upset—”

“I’m not upset.”

“Bucky...she’s got to have a reason. We both know that Y/N is not one to break her promises. She would have been here if she could.”

“Yeah I know.”

I came out of the room dressed and ready to go to my apartment, the whole drive over spent in complete silence. As soon as I got to the door though, I changed my whole demeanor, having no other choice than to ignore the terrible feeling in my gut. I put on the biggest smile that I could muster and I walked into my apartment.

I found Peggy first, thanking her for helping out until Steve and I had gotten there and then I quickly made my way around the room, thanking everyone for coming but also looking for Y/N, hoping that Peggy had missed her. When I didn’t find her and I had waited longer than originally planned, I texted my mom, telling her to come on over. The hotel wasn’t too far from my apartment, so it was pretty easy to gauge when everyone needed to hide. I was on the look out for her while everyone else enjoyed themselves and honestly it was a nice distraction from the fake demeanor I had to keep up while everyone was looking. This way I could stare out the window and not worry about anyone asking me if I was okay or put on a fake smile to lie to them and tell them that I was.

I saw my mom’s car pull up and quickly turned to tell everyone that she was here. I went to stand by the door and waited a few seconds after she rung my doorbell to answer the door. She walked in with a huge smile on her face, looking like she had had a really great day. I leaned down to give her a hug and invited her in. When she set down her things, everyone came bursting out of their hiding places and yelling, “Surprise!” as loud as they could.

She turned to look at me with a big shocked smile on her face and wrapped me in her arms one more time before she went and started greeting the guests. And then the party went on as planned: she talked to everyone, she opened presents and we dished out cake and ice cream. She couldn’t have been any happier.

And despite the surprise having gone perfectly, I was still in a pretty foul mood. Y/N never showed up...which wasn't like her. She was always there or at least would tell me if she couldn't make it, which was never the case.

But apparently my foul mood was very evident to my mother.

“What are you so upset about?” She asked.

“Nothing.” I said turning to face her.

“James Buchanan Barnes, tell me what is on your mind.”

“It really is nothing, a friend of mine was supposed to come and she wasn't at work today, but it just isn't who she is to not show up.”

“She?”

“Mom, seriously.”

“Well I could try and help you, but you haven't told me anything about this girl.”

I glared at her, but delved into the shortest explanation of mine and Y/N’s relationship. She seemed to be gulping it up and I knew I was in for an earful when I finished.

“There's clearly something wrong.”

“What?” I wasn't expecting her to give me an answer so soon, a lecture though I did expect.

“I think something's wrong. I mean you've pretty much proven that she would never do something like this, at least not of her own will.”

“You think she could be in trouble?”

“Not necessarily, I just think she had a really good reason for not being here.”

“I know, I’m trying to believe that but I’m worried.”

“I know. But the fact that you care so much about her being here is sure proof that you like this girl. And when you find her—”

“Mom!”

“Don't ‘mom’ me. There's no time to waste, you have to find her.”

“But this is the first party that I have been able to come to—”

“I don't want you here, I want you to go find Y/N.”

“Okay.” I said, but was honestly surprised to hear her say that.

“I mean I want you here but I also want you to find her. It's the beginning of a really great love story.”

“Mom!”

“I’m serious James. Go find her.”

So with my mom’s blessing, I left the party and, without really thinking, I drove over to Y/N’s apartment. I pulled up to the gate and Clyde came over to my car.

“Ms. Y/L/N hasn't come back yet.”

“When did she leave?” I asked,

“She left this morning for work earlier than usual or at least lately.”

“But she hasn't been back here since then?”

“No.”

“Okay. Thanks Clyde. If she comes back will you have her call me?”

“Is she okay?”

“I don't know.”

There was definitely something wrong. I wasn't exactly sure what it was yet, but something was off.

So I drove back to the studio hoping that she was working or something. I had to park outside of the security gate, since it was so late, and walk in. As I walked around the lot, peeking in on unlocked sets and checking the wardrobe room, I ran into Mike, one of our many production managers.

He looked tired and a little frazzled, furiously typing on his phone, clearly not having seen me.

“James!” He said after our run in had drawn his attention away from his phone.

“Hey Mike? What are you up to?”

“I just got the strangest phone call.”

“Okay?”

“A call came in at the executive's’ office. The man asked to be redirected here, to this specific lot. When he finally got transferred to my office he told me that he's Y/N’s father.”

“Her dad?”

“Yeah. He told me that I had to find her friend Bucky?”

“He said that?”

“Yeah apparently she's in the hospital and he doesn't want her to be alone. I mean I don't even know how to begin looking—”

“She's in the hospital?!”

“Yeah. You're friends with her right? Do you know this Bucky?”

“Yeah that's me.”

“What?”

“It's a nickname my family uses. What hospital is she at?”

“UCLA Medical Center.”

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started walking away from him. I texted Steve, to let him know what was going on and so that he could tell my mom.

I quickly got back into my car and sped away from the lot, making my way towards her, as fast as I could.

There were a million things going through my head as I sped to the hospital and honestly knowing that she was there but not knowing that she was okay, was causing me more pain than I had experienced in a long time and that's saying something. I had no idea how I was going to get in to see her but I knew that I needed to be close to her.

So I walked in the lobby of the the lowest level and right up to the nurses station, hoping by some chance that they would let me in to see her.

“Excuse me.” I said, grabbing the nurses attention.

“How can I help you?” She responded.

“I’m looking for Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Name?”

“James Barnes or Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah.”

“Her father told me that you would be coming by.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, if you’ll have a seat I’ll let her doctor know that you’re here.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t have to wait long for her doctor to meet with me, maybe fifteen minutes. He took me from the waiting area to her floor where he explained what was happening with Y/N before he would let me in to see her.

“I spoke to her father on the phone and he explained to me that you were one of her closest friends. Y/N is going to need a lot of help when she gets out in a few days and since he doesn’t live in the country, he believed that you would be the best fit for helping her.”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, I'm going to try and explain briefly what happened but the police will be by later to check in on her and finish their report. You can ask more questions regarding what happened when they get here. But simply, Y/N was in a terrible car accident, she was lucky though. It may not sound like it but she came in with a collapsed lung and a broken leg but when we got her x-rayed we found that her diaphragm was also ruptured. Usually it’s a pretty hard thing to diagnose without any other injury so we got lucky that we had to focus there. We went in and repaired both tears and gave her a cast for her leg and she’s doing great. When you go in she’ll look pretty beaten up because of the bruises and cuts, she’ll also have a tube helping her breath until we know that that lung is working fully again. But she’s doing really well and she’ll be able to go home soon.”

“Okay.” I’m pretty sure that I was in shock just from hearing everything. That and the fact that this doctor was actually trying to make me believe that this was less terrible than it was.

“I know this is a lot, but it could have been a lot worse. I could tell that she was a fighter and I know that she’s going to be fine, you just need to have a little faith in her. But take some time and process this before you go in, it’ll be less shocking for you.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“And if you need anything or if you notice anything wrong, her nurse’s name is written on the board in the room and she can help you with whatever you need.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure.”

I shook his hand and then he left. I stood outside of Y/N’s room and took some time to process, like the doctor had suggested. And when the need to see her overcame the fear, I opened the door and stepped in.

I stared at her for a long time, feeling terrible for having assumed that she would ever be any different than who she was. Y/N would have been there today, she would have been at the party too if she had any control over her day...but she didn’t, not today. And I was the jerk who had assumed the worst.

But when I got out of my head I moved to her bedside and sat myself down beside her. I grabbed her hand and held it in mine, not thinking about anything but her.

And with these thoughts came the true revelation. There was no way around it...I was in love with her.

PART SIX

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your-modern-shakespeare · 7 years ago

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A Little Too Real (4.5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 3300

A/N: Wow! With this part that makes week 2, 300 words short of 10,000 words. It’s kind of crazy to think about. I’m sorry that you’ve had to wait so long for this, but there is a lot of setting up that I had to do through this chapter and you may or may not catch on to it, so it took me a little longer. I love you guys and Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, google translate

BUCKY’S POV

“So what happened on your date?” Y/N and I were sitting in my bed, eating whatever cereal I had in my cabinet and watching some rom com that was on TV. She had already told me everything that happened with Tony and how it was not a successful date and as much as I hated to think it, I was very happy to hear that her date had gone poorly. But following the talk of Tony, she became very insistent on knowing how my date went and I wasn't exactly sure why I didn't want to tell her that I really didn't like any of the girls.

“It was okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“And that's all you want to tell me?”

“She was great, beautiful and she knew all the right things to say to me.”

“But?”

“But she was as...normal as every other girl I’ve dated.”

“And?” I laughed at her, she just knew me so well.

“And when we kissed, there wasn't anything there.”

“So, much like my night.”

“Pretty much.”

“Well we tried, right?”

“Right.”

“Are you going to keep her on the show?”

“I guess I should for now.”

“Why?”

“Honestly I don't know. Would it be weird if I kicked her off even though I picked her for the one on one date?”

“Well if you know for sure you don't like her…”

“Yeah, I'm not sure. I'll have to wait and see how the group date goes.”

“That sounds...horrifying.”

“Yeah we’ll see.”

Despite how late it was, Y/N and I stayed up and talked for hours, forgetting all about the movie that we had started. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and the whole while I was thinking about what Wanda had said.

At some point in the night I felt her head hit my shoulder and when I moved, just the slightest, to look at her, I saw that she was fast asleep.

I let the back of my head fall back against the pillows, resting my cheek on her head and I let myself believe, for that night, that she was mine, that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

Y/N’S POV

I don’t know when I exactly fell asleep but when I woke up in the morning I definitely remembered where I had fallen asleep. I looked over at Bucky, whose chest I had been sleeping on, to see his blue eyes wide awake.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you.”

“That’s okay, I enjoyed the company.”

“You don’t think that we could just skip today? You know just lay around and eat ice cream and watch movie musicals?” He just laughed at me.

“Movie musicals?”

“Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not, I like musicals.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a guy say that before.”

“I’m a constant surprise.”

“Sounds about right.”

I laughed at him and then I heard my phone start to ring. I looked at the number to see that it was an international number coming from Moscow.

“Привет.” (Hello.)

“Является ли это Y/N Y/L/N?” (Is this Y/N Y/L/N?)

“Да” (Yes.)

“Речь идет о вашем отце.” (It’s about your father.)

“Он в порядке?” (Is he okay?) Bucky moved closer to me trying to listen in on my conversation, placing his ear right next to my phone.

“Он рухнул на работу и был Петровские Ворота медицинский центр.” (He collapsed at work and was taken to Petrovskie Vorota Medical Centre)

“Но он в порядке?” (But he is okay?)

“Да. Врачи хотели бы провести несколько тестов, но вскоре он должен вернуться домой.” (Yes.The doctors would like to conduct several tests, but he should return home soon.)

“Он бодрствует? Могу я поговорить с ним?” (Is he awake? Can I talk to him?)

“Он спит. Но он попросил меня сказать вам, что он не хочет, чтобы вы летели сюда.” (He's sleeping. But he asked me to tell you that he does not want you to fly here.)

“Он сказал, что?” (He said that?)

“Он сказал, что вам нужно быть на работе и что он в порядке.” (He said that you need to be at work and that he's fine.)

“Я останусь здесь, но ты скажешь ему позвонить мне, когда он уйдет?” (I'll stay here, but will you tell him to call me when he's discharged?)

“я буду.” (I will.)

“Спасибо.” (Thank you.)

“Хорошего дня.” (Have a nice day.)

“я попробую.” (I’ll try.)

I hung up the phone and took in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?”

“She said that he's okay.”

“But are you okay? You should go see him.” He stood up off the bed, moving to stand in front of me.

“No, if my dad said that he didn't want me to come, than it can't be serious.”

“But why would your dad tell you not to come?” I realized what I had done and had to come up with a quick excuse. I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth without telling him my biggest secret.

“The trip is long and I can’t leave the department without supervision, I would be out the rest of the week, maybe even longer. But he is also my father and he asked me to stay here, so I’m going to listen to him. You don’t have to understand but I have spent so much of my life without him and I’m not going to do anything to mess it up now.”

“You’re right I don’t understand, because I would do anything if I could see my father again. But unfortunately I don't have that luxury. You should—” At his words I stood up, trying to level to him as much as possible.

“You think that my father living in another country is a luxury?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t think that you’re thinking straight.This is —”

“I have my reasons for not being able to see him, reasons that I haven't told you yet, reasons I haven't told anyone. And you know what? You've gotten closer to me than anyone has before, I opened up to you and right now you are judging me for something you know nothing about. I have never judged you about anything, I have always accepted you for what you are and right now I am accepting that you are a jerk.”

I grabbed my shoes off the floor by his bed and quickly left his apartment. I drove immediately to the studio and headed to the wardrobe room. Wanda was already there and could see the anger that was on my face, that being said, she didn’t say anything to me.

I honestly don’t know why I had gotten heated so fast, maybe because it was my dad he was talking about, but I just couldn’t understand why he would react the way he did. Then again, I did interrupt him...but it still didn’t give him the right to assume things about me.

I grabbed a spare piece of fabric and a whole bunch of grommets and headed back to my work table at the back of the room. I grabbed the speaker and plugged in my phone, playing the music as loud as I could and I just went after it. I had no reason to install grommets on this piece of fabric other than the fact that I got to hold a hammer and take out my frustration on making sure this piece of fabric had the most grommets of anything in this room.

I was pounding at the grommets and thinking about everything that had happened when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Tony.

“Hey.” He started.

“Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I set grommets when I’m angry.”

“Well what did that piece of fabric do to get on your bad side?”

“You’re not funny.” I said, despite my threatening smile.

“What’s got you so upset?”

“Bucky.”

“Do I need to beat him up, because I will.”

“No, I’m afraid that I was wrong too. Not as wrong as he was but still...slightly wrong.” He laughed and grabbed my hand.

“What did he do?”

“My dad is in the hospital, he fell at work, but the nurse told me that he didn’t want me to come and visit. I told Bucky that I wasn’t going to go and see him and he said something that just made me so angry, I just got so defensive. He did something that I thought he would ever do.”

“What?”

“He judged me. The reason that what I have with Bucky works so well is because we don’t assume things about each other, we don’t judge each other. He doesn’t know what I have been through with my father and he assumed that he knew what I should do concerning my father.”

“I’m not saying that he was right to judge you, but I can also see where he is coming from.”

“You’re not supposed to have his side.”

“Well, this may not be something you want to hear but you’re judging him right now. And I think that that is why you’re in here pounding at grommets.”

“How am I judging him?”

“Because as you have pointed out, he has no idea what happened with your father, but you have no idea what happened with his.”

“But I—”

“I think the more important question here is what were you doing with Bucky so early in the morning.”

“Not what you’re thinking. But why are you here, I’m sure it wasn’t to come and stop me from installing unnecessary grommets on things.”

“No, Bucky has his group date today and I am doing some follow up tests on his arm. I just thought that I would stop by and see you before I went searching for him.”

“Well thank you for stopping by, but it sounds like you have something to do.” I started to walk away from him, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me along as he went in search of Bucky.

BUCKY’S POV

I don’t know how I let her walk away from me this morning and if I didn’t feel guilty as hell for it.

After Y/N had left I headed for the studio, meeting up with Steve, so that he could help me go over everything for tonight.

“Hey man.” Steve said, walking over to where I was working.

“Hey.” I said standoffish.

“Wow, what happened to you?”

“Nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“I hurt Y/N. She’s mad at me.”

“What did you do?”

“I just said something stupid.”

“Sounds like something you would do.”

“Well thank you for taking her side.”

“Well maybe you should invite her to go bowling with us tonight.”

“I can’t invite her, I’m supposed to be on a date with 11 other girls. If Y/N came I would end up talking to her all night.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“She wouldn’t be up for it.”

“You didn’t ask her.”

“And I’m not going to.”

“You are making this so much harder than it has to be.”

“You know I asked you and Peggy to come tonight because I feel out of my comfort zone. I would really like for you to be there, but don’t make me regret asking you.”

“I just want you to be happy and I can see that you are when you’re with Y/N.”

“Things are more complicated than that.”

“Bucky I have to tell you something, it’s about—” We heard voices coming up behind us and turned to see Tony and Y/N walking towards us.

“Hey there, look who I found.” Tony said. “I believe I’m here to check your arm out before your date..s.”

“Yes.” I sat down in the chair closest to me and he placed his bag of tools on the table. He started to dig through the wires that made up my arm and I looked at Y/N for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” I said to her. “I shouldn’t have said that about your dad.”

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to blow up at you.”

“Then I guess we were both wrong.” I smiled at her.

“Well you won’t hear me say it.” We both just laughed at each other. “But yes.”

“Well Stevie, I think we are needed...anywhere else but here.” Steve and Tony left the two of us to talk.

“So…”

“When I was eight, my mom died. My dad sent me to America to tell my mother’s family that she had passed. He was going to come with me but he couldn’t figure out his passport, so he sent me anyway saying that he would meet up with me in a few days. Once I was in America though, they didn’t let me go back. I didn’t see him again for eight years and I have only seen him in person twice since then. It’s not that I don’t want to see my father, it’s that I don’t want to mess up what we do have, I value it too much.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, about it being a luxury that your dad was alive. I think I’m just still so angry at what happened to my dad that I lashed out at you. My dad died when I was 12, he was hit by a drunk driver and he died instantly, they didn’t even try to save him. The driver was brought to the hospital and went through surgery and he lived. He only went to county jail for a year...that was his sentence for killing someone.”

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.”

“I just don’t want you to regret anything with your father, that’s why I was so mean to you.”

“I’ll call the clinic again and if he isn’t released I’ll go see him.”

“Good.”

“And let’s not do that again.”

“What?”

“Argue.”

“I can’t guarantee that, I may be wrong a lot but I’m not known for going down without a fight.”

“Oh? You’re a big softie.”

“What did I tell you about telling my secrets?”

“Shut up.” I stood from my chair and wrapped her in my arms, hugging her as tight to me as I could. “Well you better get going if you’re going to get to your date on time.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you around Y/N.”

“See you.” And then she left.

Y/N’S POV

I walked away from Bucky and back over to Tony, grabbed his hand and walked away from Steve before I asked him anything.

“There is something that I need to ask you about. I was going to text you but then you showed up and the whole thing with Bucky...”

“What?”

“I saw the news this morning.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Do they know that it was me? I mean I liked going out with you but I value my privacy and you did say that they’re wouldn't be any paparazzi at the event.”

“My PR team doesn't think that they know who you are. I told them to handle it though and they’re pretty good at making things disappear especially when it comes to me.”

“Well just to be on the safe side, I know that you can work magic with technology.”

“And?”

“I need you to change my phone number and let everyone know in my contacts list that I changed it.”

“Wait, you want to change your phone number? I can make sure that no one finds out about the two of us if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He looked really upset.

“Tony, this isn’t about you. I like you, you’re great company. I’m just not looking to be found...by someone.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“No, I just don’t want my past catching up to me. Please, will you do me this favor?”

“Fine, but you owe me a dinner.”

“Fine, dinner.”

“But I’m paying.”

“What?”

“I never make a lady pay.” He grabbed my phone out of my hands and we walked back to the wardrobe room where he hooked my phone up to the desktop in there and went to work.

BUCKY’S POV

The group date actually was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The girls were very competitive, as expected, but having Steve and Peggy there made things immeasurably easier. It also showed which of the girls were genuine because these were my two best friends and their presence in my life was non-negotiable. So anyone who did not get along with them automatically made it on my possible elimination list.

All throughout the games I made my way around to talk to the girls, pausing every so often to play a few throws with Steve and Peggy. It was kind of crazy how the girls fought over my attention, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the first night I had met them, where they literally stole me away from other girls, but it was mostly as bad. But as I promised, when the competition was over, the winner of the overall bowling games, we played three games and averaged the scores, won a one-on-one date with me.

So later that night, I took Ulani out to a nice restaurant where we simply ate dinner and enjoyed drinks on the rooftop. Ulani was super nice and beautiful, like most of the girls, but unlike the other girls she was different and it was refreshing. She was a former model, to pay off school loans, turned astrophysicist and believe it or not we actually talked about space for hours, while looking at the barely visible stars.

And I had to admit that it was really nice to talk to someone about it again. I really missed it. No one ever brought up my time training to be an astronaut because they thought that they would hurt my feelings. And when Ulani did there was no hesitation, she was excited to talk to me about it, seeing as I was probably one of the only people to fully understand her. The only thing that would have made me feel better was if we had had the chance to talk about my arm.

So far none of the girls had brought it up, I knew that they could see it but the fact that no one had the courage to ask me about it brought my head back to Y/N.

So yeah, Ulani was good and I wanted to see more of her.

The following day I met up with Y/N and I followed her around as she worked, talking to her about the girls and getting her opinion on who I should keep on the show. She seemed to like what I told her about Ulani and we ended up keeping Layla, my first one-on-one date, in because they’re had been three girls that I had already wanted to get rid of because of how rude they had been to Steve and Peggy.

Of course, when it came time to announce who was leaving, I didn’t tell them the reason that they were being kicked off but I did hope that they caught on. And like she always was, Y/N was there for me.

When I got home that night I saw that I had a text from Steve, which reminded me that he was trying to tell me something before Tony showed up.

STEVE: How did it go?

BUCKY: Good. Earlier, what did you want to tell me?

STEVE: Nothing, it was nothing.

Little did I know that he actually had a big secret that he was trying to tell me.

PART FIVE

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A Little Too Real (4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 6360 (i give up on trying to make these chapters short)

A/N: So this is sort of the first part of this, meaning that there will be a 4.5 coming soon because I just wanted to get this out to you guys and this “week” isn’t technically over, that and we won’t know what happened with Bucky. I also apologize for being so stupid lately. This past week has been weirdly rough for me and I don’t really understand this funk that I’m in. I’m working on a lot of things but nothing really feels good enough, I’m feeling really down, so I’m sorry. I hope this part is good and enjoy

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire , @alicerozenju

WEEK 2

Y/N’S POV

The following week was when we started filming the actual dates. Bucky and I spent another night together where we went over his wardrobe for the dates, figuring that this may be something that we do for every week of filming.

The following morning, I was about to head over to the studio to get some work done when I got a call from Bucky.

“Hey, Bucky.”

“Hey, Doll. You haven’t left for the studio have you?”

“I’m about to walk out the door, why?”

“I need your help.”

“This isn't another wardrobe question is it, because I actually—”

“Y/N please.” Then I heard a painful groan on the other end.

“Bucky?” I heard no response. “Bucky?!” I said louder, but heard no response. “Bucky I'm on my way.”

I drove like a crazy woman to get to Bucky's apartment and was surprised to find the door unlocked. I immediately walked in and saw Bucky lying on the floor in his living room.

Seeing him lying there made my stomach drop and for a second I stood too stunned to move.

“Y/N?” I heard him call out.

“Bucky?” I ran over to where he was and looked at him and was surprised to see that he actually looked okay.

“My arm—”

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to call for an ambulance.”

“No, no. I called Tony, my arm...something's wrong.”

“What can I do?”

“I need to get to my room, without moving my arm.”

“I'm not sure—”

“I'll have to move it to stand up, which will be incredibly painful, but I need you to help me after that.”

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

“I'm going to put my arm at a 90 degree angle and then I need to get into a sitting position. From there we can try and stand me up.”

“Okay.”

“So get behind me and you're going to prop me up by pushing on my right shoulder. It's going to have to happen fast and I'm hoping that it won't hurt too bad.”

“Just tell me when to go.”

“I’ll count to three and you go on three. By the time I get to your count my arm should be good.”

“Okay.”

“Take a deep breath. It's going to be okay.” I said, I could tell now that he was not looking forward to the pain.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

He took in a deep breath and started to count.

“One,” he moved his arm as he said, “two,” and then looked at at me as he said, “three.” My hands pushed up on his shoulder, sitting him up. He tried to hold back the sounds but the pain got too bad and he let out a loud groan, mixed in with a few choice curse words.

“I'm so sorry.” I said.

“It's okay, it's okay.” He was breathing heavy and I just sat next to him as he took a few minutes to recover. “God that hurt.”

“Are you okay?”

“I will be, I just need to get it propped up, I need to take the pressure off the joint, the ligaments that are still attached to my clavicle are being overworked. I don't want them to tear.”

“What happens if they tear?”

“My real clavicle won't be attached to my fake humerus, causing a lot of pain and no way for my arm to be operational.”

“Okay, so very important.”

“Yes, very important.”

“What's next?”

“I just need to stand up. So you're just going to push my right shoulder again, maybe my lower back and I will keep my feet from sliding.”

“Okay.”

“On three.” He counted down again and on three I pushed on his shoulder and he moved his legs until he was standing.

He took a minute and he steadied himself. He didn't seem to be in any pain this time, which made me feel better.

“Let's get you to your room.”

“Yeah.” He started walking and he held his arm as I followed behind him. He walked over to the left side of the bed and I pulled back the blankets so that he could slide in. I grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed and he slowly slide into the position he wanted to sit in before I carefully put the pillow under his arm.

With the pressure lifted off of his shoulder, I could see him relax and fall further into the bed. I sat down on the right side of the bed, watching him closely.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m much better now, thank you for coming.”

“It's no problem. But what happened, why are you in so much pain?”

“Over the weekend Tony and I started working on the next development for the arm.”

“Which is?”

“Feeling. We wanted to try and create artificial nerves that could connect to the real ones and help with adding feeling. We thought we had something and I insisted that I try it out. Obviously it backfired.”

“This is just a setback, you'll get it next time.”

“You think so?”

“I think you're smart enough to do anything.”

“Thanks.”

“But I was also wondering, why did you call me?”

“Well I was sitting on the couch and I was thinking about the show and all of the sudden I just started having this terrible pain in my arm. I started to panic because it just kept getting worse and then I thought that if I could just get somewhere and lay flat that it would be better. So that's how I ended up on the floor, but the whole time I was freaking out I just knew that if you were here that you would help me and would keep me calm, I just wanted you to be here. So I called Tony and asked him to come over and then I called you.”

“I'm always here to help, always.”

“Thank you.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Well I'm going to remove the newest updates and reset the arms software and hopefully it'll start moving again.”

“Doesn't sound too hard.”

“It isn't, I just wish that it had worked.”

“Me too.”

We both heard the front door open and I moved off the bed to go for the door when, I'm assuming, Tony walked in.

To be completely honest, he was very attractive. I had seen pictures of him but it was nothing compared to what he was like in person. He immediately walked over to Bucky's side of the bed, setting a bag full of tools beside him.

“Hey, Barnes. What seems to be the problem?”

“I can’t move my arm without being in immense pain?”

“Just a small a problem.” I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

“Right.” Tony replied with a chuckle. “Has it been acting up lately, have you noticed any sparking, or anything out of the ordinary?”

“Anything out of the ordinary...besides the metallic nature of it?”

“What is wrong with you all the sudden? I swear like ten seconds ago she was looking at me like I was a wounded puppy.” Bucky said to Tony, laughing at my sudden change. Tony reached for a tool and moved to start opening the panels on the outside of the arm so that he could get inside.

“Sorry, I get sassy when I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?” Tony asked.

“It’s not everyday I meet a billionaire.”

“Tony Stark.” He introduced, dropping the tool and sticking his hand out for me to shake. I took it.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’re not on the show, are you?”

“No, why?”

“Because you’re too good to be on reality TV.” I tried not to smile at him, but he was charming.

“No, I just work for it.” Both Bucky and Tony laughed.

He picked the tool back up and started removing the wires that had been causing Bucky pain. I ended up moving a lot closer to Bucky so that I could watch what Tony was doing and the whole time he was working, Tony very openly flirted with me. He also explained how some of this stuff worked and how they started building it in the first place.

But if I was being more honest...talking to Tony was nothing like talking to Bucky. He was a nice distraction though and with him around it was easier to hide my feelings, easier to shove them down. At first I was okay with the idea that Tony was a distraction but then it dawned on me...what if every other man I talked to never compared to Bucky, what if every other man was just a distraction?

I quickly shook the thought from my head and when Tony was done getting Bucky’s arm fixed, I offered to show him out.

“You know, I thought that I had met all of Bucky’s friends but now that I've met you, I find that you are the most interesting.”

“That's because I'm new.”

“New can be good.”

“Can be?”

“I want to take you out.”

“Out?”

“To this thing I have tonight.”

“What kind of thing?”

“A formal, black tie kind of thing.”

“Really?”

“My PR guy said that it would be smart to bring someone with me to this thing, if I don't pick one he usually grabs some random girl off the street, shoves her in a dress, and throw her over my arm. Now that I've met you, a wonderful woman I can have an actual conversation with, I would really like to take you.”

“This isn't a PR stunt is it?”

“No. Believe me, if I didn't have to go to this thing I would just invite you back to my place, order a pizza and watch some random movie that I haven't already watched on Netflix.”

“You really want me to go?”

“You would make my night significantly less miserable.”

“Well how could I say no?”

“That's the spirit! I know it's last minute but if you need anything—”

“I have a dress.”

“Really?”

“I'm in wardrobe, of course I have a dress.”

“Okay, where can I pick you up?”

“Well I was supposed to be at the studio about an hour and a half ago so I'll be in the wardrobe room.”

“Then I'll pick you up from there.”

“Sounds good.”

“Great, I'll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight.”

I closed the door behind him and went back to Bucky's bedroom. He just looked at me as I walked in the room, trying to hide my smile.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“A lot better. My arm should be fine for filming tonight, we’ll see.”

“That's good.”

“You know, I really appreciate the fact that you came to last weeks filming because I know that that is not part of your job, but either way I'm going to miss you tonight.”

“I—”

“He asked you out. You should go out and have a good time. I have a date tonight, you don't need to watch that.”

“But you'll text me if you need to talk to me...right?”

“Of course.”

“So...do you want a ride to the studio?”

“That would be great.”

“And you're sure you're okay?”

“I promise and the sling should help if there's any more pain in my shoulder.”

“Okay. But we've got to make a stop first.”

“Coffee?”

“Okay, two stops.”

“What's the first one?”

“My apartment.”

“Ooh the mysterious home of Y/N Y/L/N.”

“There nothing too special about my apartment, but I would like to keep where I live a secret. I don't just take anyone to my apartment.”

“Are you implying that I am special?” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Well you're some type of special.” I murmured under my breath, but he heard me. He started with a shocked face but then started to laugh, which made me laugh.

I drove up to my complex which was a lot nicer than what he was probably thinking. You had to type in a code to get through the gate and the security guard, Clyde, always made sure that no one followed in behind me. He did ask about Bucky but I told him that we worked together and that I was giving him a ride into work.

I pulled up to my building, the one furthest from the front gate and parked in my spot.

“So what are we stopping here for?”

“Tony wants to take me to this event he has going on tonight, it's super fancy apparently. I have a dress here and I'm already late for work so I know they're not going to let me go early to get ready for a date.” We walked up the staircase to the second floor, walking down the hall until we stopped at my door.

“Don't you work for yourself?”

“I still work for the network and have things to do.” I grabbed my keys and put it in the lock.

“So what does your dress look like?”

“Wouldn't you like to know.” I opened the door and let him in behind me. “Just give me a minute.”

I walked into my bedroom and over to my closet, shoving clothes out of the way until I got to the very back where I saw the two garment bags hanging. I grabbed the smaller of the two and laid the bag on the bed before I started digging through the shoes on the floor of my closet for the pair I wanted to wear.

As soon as I found what I was looking for I grabbed the shoes and my garment bag and headed back out to my living room. Bucky was roaming around the space looking at the few things that I had.

“Have you eaten?” I asked.

“No but you offered to stop for coffee.”

“Cofree is not breakfast.”

“But the bagel shop right next door to my favorite coffee shop is.”

“And where would that be?”

“I'll take you there.” He started walking out of the room and I quickly followed behind him, locking my door as we went.

“No. Let's not forget about what just happened with your arm. You can tell me where it is.” He stopped and turned to look at me as I rushed to keep up with him.

“You are no fun.”

“Well you know where I live so you can tell me where your favorite coffee shop is.” We walked back to my car and climbed in. I started the car but waited for him to give me directions.

“Fine but only if you let me buy the coffee and the bagels.” I started to drive out of the complex.

“How does that math work out?” He gestured where to turn as we spoke.

“I let you drive and I reward the help with food and drink.”

“I could just pay for myself.”

“Or because you are so late for work and you helped me out and I’m trying to be generous, you could let me pay.”

“You really want to pay that bad.”

“I’m all about even exchanges. My parents were married...almost twenty years but they were friends since they were young. They always had this thing that they did, where one would do something for the other and the other would return it. It gave them countless excuses to do things for each other and I grew up seeing the love that they shared for each other. I mean, even if they were arguing my dad would bring my mom flowers because she had ironed a pair of his pants the morning before the fight. I know that were not like them, but you're still my friend and I will always believe they had the best relationship. Which means that when you do things for me, I will do things for you, the best relationships that I've had work best when it's give and take for both people. I don't expect you to do the same because I know it’s just sort of a habit that I’ve acquired from watching my parents and now that I’ve said this out loud it sounds like I’m trying to get even with you.”

“No, it doesn't sound like that. It’s actually really sweet, I wish that I had some more memories of my parents. But I like the idea of it all, it seems like a really great way to communicate with each other.”

“I think so too. I mean we’ve just had a whole conversation because I wanted to buy you coffee. Turn here, it's right around the corner.”

“A pretty good conversation.”

“Yeah.”

So I pulled into the parking lot and he bought me coffee and we ate our bagels before we finally headed into the studio. He walked me to the wardrobe room and I asked him to swing by later before Tony was supposed to pick me up and I said that I would help him prepare for his solo date tonight. And then I got to work.

Wanda had a few questions about why I was late but I promised to tell her later. So after a couple of hours I headed over to the hair and makeup trailer and begged them to help me out since this was a date with a billionaire and I had no idea what I was doing.

So when it was about an hour and a half before Tony was supposed to pick me up, I had to convince myself to put the rest of my work aside until tomorrow and headed over to the trailer. Wanda sat by my side while they did everything and I asked her to hold off on the twenty questions until we could be alone.

And as soon as we got back to the wardrobe room she was all over me. I could barely get in a word until I begged her to let me explain. I told her everything. At first she didn't believe what I said about his arm, then again she didn't spend a lot of time with him, but she came around and was surprised to hear that I was going on a date with Tony.

“So you're going on a date with Tony?”

“Yes.”

“I thought we were talking about James.”

“James is just my friend.”

“You can keep lying to yourself.” She whispered under her breath.

“Wanda, I have the chance to have a really good date tonight. I haven't been on a date in what feels like years. When I talked to him it was easy and he's funny and charming. Buck—James has made it clear that we are nothing more than friends. So why should I believe that there is something there when we both know there's not.”

“Have you given him a chance?”

“Have I given him a chance? Why would I give him a chance? We don't like each other like that. I value his friendship, he is a good person, someone that I want to have in my life. But not as anything more than a friend.”

“I'm just trying to look out for you.”

“By trying to convince me that I like someone that I don't?”

“I've heard things about Tony and he's constantly in the limelight...I can see that you're excited for this date but I just want you to be careful.”

“I know...but it's not like I'm running to the paparazzi.”

“It may not seem like that right now, but an “event” with Tony Stark is bound to have photographers.”

“And?”

“And you know.”

“I should have never told you.” I murmured.

“Really, that's what you think?”

“I'm grateful for you, for watching my back. You've been here for me but I'm not going to hide from them for forever, I don't want to hide forever.”

“And you think that you want to unhide yourself because of Tony?”

“I don't know, that's why I agreed to the date.”

“You know, you can lie to me all you want about not liking James but I can see it. I can see the way that you two look at each other and I don't believe for one second that you don't feel something for him. Not to mention the fact that he is a much safer option considering he is on a TV show to fall in love with someone else.”

“Yeah and him being a reality TV star who is supposed to be in love with another woman is supposed to help me how? Because if I wanted to, I could date him in secret without anyone knowing? What about the fact that I would hate having to see him with other women? But what you don't seem to understand is that James is my friend...friend and I like being friends with him. So yeah, if I want to date Tony I will, and if they come, I'll be waiting.”

BUCKY’S POV

I was actually pretty excited for this date tonight, surprisingly enough. I had just finished setting up the date and made my way over to the wardrobe room. I was about to walk in when I heard Y/N talking to someone.

“But what you don't seem to understand is that James is my friend...friend and I like being friends with him. So yeah, if I want to date Tony I will, and if they come, I'll be waiting.”

I turned back around and knocked on the door, stopping their conversation.

I walked into the room to see Wanda messing with some papers on the desk and Y/N had her garment bag in her arms.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey. I was just about to change.”

“I don't suppose I could join you?” I said mockingly. She looked over at Wanda before she spoke but looked at me when she did.

“Your suit is already hanging up behind the curtain.” She smiled and gestured to the fitting room and I walked in behind the curtain, pulling it shut behind me. Then I remembered that my arm hadn’t rebooted yet.

“Hey, Y/N. Can you come help me?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” She peeked her head in.

“My arm hasn’t rebooted yet and it’s been years since I got dressed with one arm.”

“Oh sure, I can help.” She grabbed the white dress shirt and held it out for me to put my arms through. I got my right arm through and tried to bend my left arm, but it wouldn’t bend right, without causing some pain.“Let’s get the left one in first.” She suggested and adjusted the shirt so that my left arm would go in first. She moved around to the front of me and started to button the shirt. “You know it’s been a while since I dressed anyone.”

“Well I couldn’t tell.” She handed me my pants when she was done, I removed my jeans, and pulled the dress slacks up to my waist. “If you could just keep the pants at my waist...” She put her hands on my waist and I quickly did the button and zipped them up.

“I’m impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do their pants up with one hand.”

“Why are you looking down there?” I teased.

“Let’s remember that you’re the one who asked for my help.” I laughed at her and she tied the tie around my neck before she helped me into my jacket. Thinking I was done she went out to grab her dress and I put my socks and shoes on and was about to ask her to help me tie them but I heard her talking to Wanda. I put on my sling extra slow.

“I am done talking about this. I want to have fun tonight. And I don’t want to talk about them again. I’m done with them.” Y/N whispered. She didn’t seem angry she seemed...desperate.”

“Go on your date...but if he does anything to hurt you—”

“I know.” She laughed. “I’ll be careful.”

“Good.”

I stepped out from behind the curtain. “Sorry I forgot about the shoes.” I said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave before you were done.”

“It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to just using elastic laces but these shoes are new.”

“You used to use elastic laces in your shoes?”

“It was the only way I could get away with not tying my shoes.”

“You don’t have to explain that to me, I think elastic laces are miracles for shoes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all of the shoes that we use for quick changes have elastic laces.”

“That’s cool.” She stood up after she was done tying my shoes.

“You look good.” She said.

“Thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You, but it was nice to be asked.” She smiled again but tried to hide it as she picked up the garment bag. “Now it’s my turn.” She went behind the curtain and started to change, asking Wanda to come in and zip her up when she was ready.

But I wasn’t ready when she came out…

“Wow...I—you—I mean—”

“I think that's the first time I've ever made you speechless.” She smiled.

“You look beautiful—stunning.” I finally spoke. She was wearing this beautiful half navy, half cream dress with some beading around her waist.

“Thank you.” She turned to look at herself in the mirror when I saw something that interested me.

“You have a tattoo?” I asked, referring to the words running vertically down the left side of her back. I could make out a few words, but the rest were hidden underneath her dress.

“I have three actually.” She looked back at me with a smirk on her face.

“Three?”

“Yeah, one here on my wrist,” she held out her right hand, a semicolon, “and one behind my ear,” there was a pair of vintage scissors behind her right ear, “and the one on my left side, closest to my heart.”

“What is that one?”

“You know Russian.”

“Yes, but I can only see the first three words.”

“And the other ones are a little more private.”

“Private? Why?”

“Because you would have to get me naked to see them.” I don't know if my jaw hit the floor but if not I definitely felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “That or you would have to see me in a swimsuit.” She laughed at me and turned back to the mirror. “Anyway, I'm glad you like the dress. I wasn't so sure about wearing it, but with the late notice I had to chose between this and the overly fancy one.”

“No this one is good, it looks good. Why weren't you sure?”

“Well it's a little personal...I guess. I made it and the beading was something that my mom was working on right before she died.”

“You made this?” My hand reached out to touch the fabric, feeling how smooth it was.

“Yeah, I had to make a lot of things in school this was one project.”

“It's beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You know I used to have a tattoo.”

“Really?”

“Yeah...before the accident.”

“What was it of?” She didn't even bat an eye when I brought it up, she never did. Other people did.

“It's pretty nerdy.”

“Well I have never doubted your nerdiness.”

“When I first started working for Roscosmos, I helped build a new satellite that ended up taking this stunning photo of space, so I had it tattooed on my bicep.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

She just started laughing. “That is the nerdiest thing I've ever heard.”

“I'm going to show you the picture and then you'll understand.”

“No I understand, I'm sure it was beautiful and in all seriousness, if you want I can take you to my artist, she’s really good. She may think that a tattoo of a galaxy is insane but she'll do it.”

“I may take you up on that sometime.”

“I will warn her ahead of time.”

“Yeah that may be a good idea, my guy wasn't too thrilled about it when I asked him to do it. But then again he was a very angry Russian man.”

“Sounds about right.” We both laughed.

“Anyway, are you ready for your date?”

“It's been a long time since I was on a date...so I hope so.”

“You'll be fine, just be yourself.”

“If I'm taking your advice, you have to too.”

“I would be an idiot to doubt you now, even if it is my own advice.”

“Like I said—”

“You don't have the constitution to be wrong. I know.” We heard some rustling coming from over on the table and saw Wanda doing some work. Honestly I had forgotten that she was even in the room.

“Wanda what do you think?” Y/N asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you two what I think?”

“About the dress.” She corrected.

“The dress is great.”

“That's all I need to hear.”

“So when does Tony get here?” I interrupted, trying to erase the tension in the room.

“He should be here soon.”

It was a couple of minutes later before we heard a knock on the door and one of the show’s PAs poked her head in.

“I have Tony Stark for you?” She said.

“Yeah, send him in.” Tony walked in wearing a, most likely, expensive black tuxedo. He was wearing a million dollar smile and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous that he was the reason for her smile.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“I am.” She turned to look at me before she went. “Have fun on your date tonight.”

“You too.”

They walked out arm in arm and I stared at them the whole way.

“You guys are so bad at hiding it.”

“Hiding what?”

“The fact that you are totally in love with each other.”

“I—We are—How did you know?” I caved.

“So you are in love with her?”

“I wouldn’t say love, but there’s something different about her. I don’t feel the same things about the other girls that I do when I’m with Y/N and I don’t know what that means.”

“Sounds like love.”

She grabbed her things off the table and left the room, leaving me very confused about what I was actually feeling for Y/N.

Y/N’S POV

We left the studio, in a limo...a limo, and his driver took us to one of the most extravagant hotels in LA. I had to remind myself not to look so stunned because everyone else there had probably been to events just like this before, but sometimes I couldn’t help it.

“I think that this is the most beautiful place I have ever stepped foot in.” I whispered to Tony.

“Well it’s nice, not the most beautiful thing I have seen tonight.” I looked at him and tried my hardest to hide my blush when I saw that he was talking about me.

“You are one smooth talker.”

“Thank you, it is my only skill.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“I'm trying not to be too egotistical on the first date.”

“I see.” I laughed as he showed me to our table.

The table was made up of complete strangers but Tony made sure to introduce me to everyone and we managed some good conversations. He asked me to dance a few times and we told each other things that you would tell someone on a first date. But overall Tony’s company was good and different. I loved spending time with him and he knew how to make me smile and laugh. There was only one problem…

“You ready to get out of here?” I looked around the room to see that some people were beginning to leave.

“Yeah.” He grabbed my hand and led me outside where we waited for our driver to pull up. “Tony, I had a lot of fun tonight. I was so scared that I was going to mess this up, but you proved me wrong.” He stepped closer to me wrapping his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Well, I’m really glad that you had a good time. I was nervous to bring you to this event, just because sometimes these things can be really boring and—”

“It wasn’t.”

“Good.” Taking advantage of how close we were he leaned down and kissed me. But before I had a second to process he pulled away and opened the door to the limo for me. I slid in first and he moved in after me.

“Um...can we try that again?”

“Yeah.” He slowly moved closer to me and this time I took in everything that happened. The look in his eyes was one of excitement, his hands were soft, holding my face close to his, and his lips...definitely knew what they were doing. But there was still one problem...

We pulled away and stared at each other, trying to find words.

“You can be honest.” He started. But the look in his eyes told me that he was feeling the same way that I was.

“No.” I said.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

“I mean it was a good kiss.”

“Yeah a great kiss.”

“But…” But I was thinking about Bucky the whole time? I couldn’t say that.

“Nothing.” We both said, we laughed at each other.

“But I have really liked hanging out with you and I would love to see more of you.” He said.

‘I would like that. It’s too bad though.”

“What?”

“That I wasted this beautiful dress on you.” He laughed out loud at me.

“Yeah what a shame.” We both laughed at each other, but he stopped, looking like he was trying to come to terms with something. “I have something to ask you, it’s kind of been stuck in my head and now that we kind of agreed on this not being something, I really want to ask.” I was hoping that he wouldn’t ask what I’m pretty sure he was going to ask, but… “So uh...what’s up with you and Barnes?” I just chuckled at him.

“There’s nothing going on with Bucky and I.”

“But he lets you call him Bucky?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“It’s just that the only other person I’ve ever heard call him that was Steve and Luna.”

“And?” I was still pretty amused by his accusations.

“He’s known Steve practically since birth and Luna is a little kid.”

“I’m sure he let’s you call him Bucky.”

“Nope.”

“Well you guys work together.”

“And you don’t?” I tried to say something in return, but stopped myself. “You can be honest with me. I won’t tell him.” What could be the harm? He was no Wanda and I believed he would keep my secret.

“Yes...okay, I like him. I have pushed my feelings so far down because he’s on the show to find the love of his life and he’s made it clear that we are friends.”

“It’s not very clear to me that you two are friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“The flirting and the way that you two look at each other when the other isn’t looking. That’s why this, between us was never going to go anywhere. I thought that I would give it a try at the least but after that kiss…” He looked at me like he could have only told from the kiss.

“Hey you said the kiss was good.”

“The kiss was good, but it was just good.”

“Yeah.”

“I want to be honest with you and I don’t want you to freak out when I tell you this, but I miss my wife.”

“You’re married?”

“Separated.”

“Oh.”

“You were the only women that I’ve been attracted to since the separation was legalized and I can’t stop thinking about her. I really wanted this to be something, I wanted to prove to myself that I could get over her. But I don’t know if I ever will and I’m sorry if this makes it seem like I used you. But if it’s any consolation I have actually enjoyed myself tonight.”

“Well I would have to apologize too, because I think I sort of did the same thing, but to get Bucky off of my mind...not your wife.” He laughed at me and it was like the air cleared. “You should win her back.”

“What?”

“Win her back. If you still love her, fight for her. Show her how much you still love her.”

“I think it’s probably too late.”

“I don’t think it could ever be too late if you still love her.”

“You think?”

“You just have to be willing to fight for her.”

“You have to be willing to fight for him too.”

“It’s different with him, he doesn’t feel the same way. He’s got fifteen girls trying to catch his eye and I would rather not get into an actual fight over him. Those girls are ruthless.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve already caught his eye, so you’re a little ways ahead of them.”

“You're wrong.”

“No I’m not, you just don’t believe me.”

And like the gentleman he was, he dropped me off at home, making sure that I got in safe and then he left. I walked to my room and changed out of my dress and I looked at my phone for the first time.

I had a few missed texts from Wanda asking me to text her when I got home and one text from Bucky asking how my date went. I thought about everything that I talked with Tony about and opened up my phone to respond.

Y/N: Can I come over?

Bucky: Sure.

PART FOUR.FIVE

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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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A Little Too Real- Teaser

Summary: RealityTV!AU- You are a wardrobe supervisor for a popular TV network. The show regularly does a reality TV show like the bachelor and Bucky is the newest contestant. But as the competition goes in he realizes that he doesn’t like any of the girls...on the show anyway.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N (eventual)

Word Count: 1595

A/N: So this is something that I tried to work on last week but it was a new idea and I wanted to do some more planning before I released the first part. That being said I would love some feedback on this teaser and hopefully I will post some more for this soon.

Warnings: None? (Google translations)

Tags: @fangirl1802

PRE-SHOW

READER’S POV

When I interviewed for the job as Wardrobe Supervisor for the Network I was expecting to work with a lot of crazy people. But never did I think that I would, in a way, join them.

The network had just gotten out of a meeting for a newly concepted reality television show. It had easily been approved by all of the appropriate parties and before long we were at auditions for our leading man.

So far we had had two guys come in and all of them were your typical frat boy. Lived off of daddy’s money, was well built, had no real trouble with the ladies, and most likely wanted to do the show for attention. But the next man to come in was different. He had long black hair, was still well built, maybe more so than the last, had piercing blue eyes, and had a smile that could make a heart melt.

“Hello, my name is James Barnes.”

“James, why don’t you have a seat, tell us a little about yourself.”

“Thank you.” He sat down in the chair pulling it closer to the table and more centered than it had been before. “I was born and raised in Brooklyn. I have a degree in Mechanical Engineering from MIT and I speak both Russian and Romanian—”

“Ты говоришь по-русски?” (You speak Russian?) I asked. I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to pull one over on us. He smiled and if I didn’t want to smile too…

“Обещаю. Если вы действительно хотите , чтобы проверить меня , мы можем пойти на кофе.” (Promise. If you really want to test me, we can go for coffee.)

“я доверяю тебе.” (I trust you.)

“Stii sa vorbesti romaneste?” (Do you speak Romanian?)

“I don’t speak Romanian, just Russian.” I replied.

“But you understood me.”

“Yes.”

“Y/N is our Wardrobe Supervisor.” The director butted in.

“Приятно познакомиться.” (Nice to meet you)

“и тебе того же.” (Same to you.)

“What else is there to know about you?” The producer asked.

“Well after I graduated from college I moved to Russia for three years where I worked for Roscosmos and switched between working in the Baikonur Cosmodrome and the RKA Mission Control Center—”

“You worked for Roscosmos?” I asked, completely stunned by everything he was saying.

“Yes.”

“What is that?” Someone asked.

“It’s the Russian equivalent to NASA.” I replied.

“I’m assuming that you like them?” Still smiling at me.

“Maybe just...a lot. I mean, my dad still tells me about watching Yuri Gagarin’s launch in 1961.”

“You know, I met his wife.”

“You did not.”

“I did.” I wanted to ask so many questions but I had to restrain myself because this was an interview and I’m sure that they all had questions for him. We sat in silence for a minute before they continued.

“So why do you want to do the show?”

“Well I was told by a good friend of mine that I am getting old and shouldn’t be lonely anymore. I only agree with him on half of that statement and I don’t really mind being lonely.” We all laughed at him but he continued. “I’m kidding. I’m just tired of the whole dating scene. I have tried for years to find a woman who understands me and genuinely likes me. Apparently I’m pretty good at picking the ones that like to cheat or are just after me for my money. I think that being in an environment where we are kind of stuck together will either bring out the worst or the best in people. And then that’s how you weed them out.”

“And what are you hoping to get out of the show? Like what would you like the end result to be?”

“Well, I know that when we spoke, you had pitched the idea of marriage and I am not opposed to it but I think that something as serious as marriage is circumstantial as well. Like if I don’t like any of them, I’m not going to propose, just like if I like one of them but not enough to marry I would probably just ask her to go out with me. I am pretty level headed about relationships so I take them very seriously.”

They continued to ask him questions for a long time. Every so often he would smile over to me or say something to me in Russian that would make me laugh. But like the other two he was gone and the last two guys of the day came and went. Everyone’s reactions to the last two were seemingly dull, which made me think that we all simultaneously agreed on James.

The thing about Reality TV was that it moved a lot quicker than a scripted show. So in no time we were back at the studio going over multiple applications for the women who were supposed to be competing in the show. When James had been cast the producers and director had gone to work to find out every little detail about this guy. And when they sat everyone down to find the women, the approval went through them. And hours upon HOURS later we had 25 women.

We had extensively gone through numerous applications and based on the interview and the questionnaire that James had taken we found suitable matches. To be quite honest I wanted to throw myself into the running but instantly pushed those thoughts away as I thought about my job and why I was here. He was just another pretty face.

A few days later, I was in the wardrobe room prepping my area for the influx of chores that I knew would start. I had my earphones in and couldn't hear a certain reality star coming into the room. He tapped on my shoulder, basically causing me to jump out of my skin.

“Oh my God.” I said and ripped an earphone out of my ear.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“James, uh, what can I do for you?” He reached down and helped me stand up. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I just wanted to stop by and say hello again.”

“Hello...again.” He just smiled and looked down at the ground. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“So you just came to say hello?”

“I’ve just been exploring and looking around.”

“Good, get to know everyone.”

“Exactly.”

“I mean you have to deal with us for the next eleven weeks or so.”

“Yeah I guess I do.”

“Are you excited?”

“For?”

“The show? I mean let me tell you we read through a lot of applications and I think you’re going to find someone.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it, but if I’m being honest I don’t think I’ll get engaged.”

“Really?”

“I’m a very serious person, very practical. I don’t really do spur of the moment type things. If I ever get engaged it will be when I know for sure that who I’m with is the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. Which may make dating hard, but if they don’t like me like that, they aren't the one, you know?”

“I do know.”

“You sound like you would know from experience.”

“Yeah, several bad relationships will do that.”

“Ah, I know what that’s like.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How do you know Russian?”

“Russian is my first language.”

“Really?”

“I was born in Moscow.”

“That’s awesome.”

“I moved here when I was younger to live with my grandparents, so that I could go to school here.” I didn’t want to tell him too much.

“Yeah the only reason I know Russian is because I always dreamed of going into space and when I got the interview to work at Roscosmos, I thought that it would be a great thing to put on my resume.”

“Well clearly they liked it.”

“Kind of, it was really rough when I showed up, learning Russian was not easy.” I just laughed at him.

“I wouldn’t know how that felt, but learning English was really hard for me. I spent a lot of time not talking to anyone because I didn’t want to learn it. I had a rough time getting adapted, especially to the heat.”

“If you think California is hot, don’t go anywhere down South.”

“Noted.”

“So now you work here as the wardrobe supervisor. How does that work, don’t they just bring all of their own clothes?”

“Well yes, but I’m here to help out with ironing and there are a few team things that you’ll be doing with the girls so they will need matching clothes and this isn’t the only show I’m working on.”

“I guess I never thought of it like that.”

“Not to mention that every piece of clothing that goes on the screen has to be approved by me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’m not going to let the show or the network look bad because of me.”

“Literally.” I laughed at him.

“Yes, literally and figuratively.”

“Well I better get going, I’ve got a lot more people to meet.”

“When did you start?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

“With me?”

“What can I say….but anyway I’ll make sure to check back in with you, wouldn’t want my wardrobe to offend anyone.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’ve already been through your closet.”

“Have you?”

“What can I say?” He laughed and walked out of the space, and I took in a deep breath trying to calm down my heart.

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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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Tuesday

So I just got home from School (9:00pm CST) and I just wanted to tell you guys that I posted the first part of A Little Too Real last night, which I know is unusual. So for everyone who loved the Teaser here is the completed first part. Enjoy!

A Little Too Real: Part 1

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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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Fanfiction Recommendation

6/6: Hey guys! So I know that I’m a little late on this but my four hour drive yesterday, with the rain all the way back home, quickly turned into an almost 6 hour drive, which was not fun. But anyway I am excited to be stationary now for the rest of the summer, which means that posting will most likely become more frequent. That being said, I usually don’t like to include myself on the recommendations list but since I’ve started posting again, you guys have been kind of radio silent and I would love some feedback or some recommendations for what you want to read. And always feel free to send in in requests or if you just want to talk about anything, I am here for you guys. Also this is kind of short and I’m sorry, I just didn’t have a lot of time this week to do much of anything. But as always I love you and enjoy!

Last Week’s Recommendations

My Masterlist

Dean x Reader

Dreamy (?) by @diveintoanotherworld - Dean and Y/N share a bed in a motel and Dean has a dream about her, mindlessly pulling her into him and peppering he with kisses.

Save Me (Series) by @your-modern-shakespeare - You’re famous and he’s not, what happens when he saves your life? (Detective!Dean x Famous!OFC)- All Parts are Linked

Sam x Reader

Leaning Tower of Pisa Crib by @one-shots-supernatural - While Sam and Dean are gone on a hunt, the reader tries to build a crib for her and Sam’s baby….it doesn’t go too well.

Cas x Reader

Shut Up, Cas by @pinknerdpanda - No summary but cute fluffy Cas one-shot

Crowley x Reader

To Be Loved by @boxer-pup - “I chose to do a Crowley x reader with the prompt “At birth, I was cast into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God” - Natural Born Killers Hope you like it and congrats on 1k!“

Jensen x Reader

Silk and Rough Velvet (Series-Complete) by @blacktithe7 - Jensen Ackles is the world’s biggest rockstar. When his hard partying lifestyle threatens to tank his career, his agent convinces him to star in the latest adaptation of Phantom of the Opera. He and his co-star Y/F/N Y/L/N instantly but heads. Their hostility towards each other is so great that it starts threatening the production, so the direct forces them to spend some quality time together. The more time they spend together, the more they start to realize that perhaps there is more to the other than they originally thought.

Jared x Reader

The Padalecki Diaries- When You’re Drunk by @sharonisantisocialimagines - no summary but super funny

Mark x Reader

Overworked by @not-moose-one-shots - “Can I request the reader an actress faints on set or at a con after working herself too hard? Thank you ❤️ “

Bucky x Reader

A Little Too Real (Series) by @your-modern-shakespeare - RealityTV!AU- You are a wardrobe supervisor for a popular TV network. The show is planning a reality TV show like the bachelor and Bucky is the newest contestant. But as the competition starts he realizes that he doesn’t like any of the girls…on the show anyway.- All Parts are Linked

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Ce Faci? (2 Parts-linked) by @fandom-multi-imagines - Sebastian is interviewed and of course the interview at the Late Late show is brought up.

Chris Evans x Reader

Imagine having late nights with Chris and your son by @ohevansmycaptain

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your-modern-shakespeare · 8 years ago

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A Little Too Real (1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 3638 (the first 1500 or so words are the Teaser)

A/N: Guys I am so excited for this series! I am so happy for all of the feedback and I hope you enjoy this first installment. I am publishing it a little early because I will be at school tomorrow from 10:00am-8:30pm, which will kill me, but I love you guys and enjoy! (Also this is an AU so Captain America is just a movie)

Warnings: Google translations, talk of drinking, fluff, angst

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan

PRE-SHOW

READER’S POV

When I interviewed for the job as Wardrobe Supervisor for the Network I was expecting to work with a lot of crazy people. But never did I think that I would, in a way, join them.

“Hello, my name is James Barnes.”

“James, why don’t you have a seat, tell us a little about yourself.”

“Ты говоришь по-русски?” (You speak Russian?) I asked. I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to pull one over on us. He smiled and if I didn’t want to smile too…

“я доверяю тебе.” (I trust you.)

“Stii sa vorbesti romaneste?” (Do you speak Romanian?)

“I don’t speak Romanian, just Russian.” I replied.

“But you understood me.”

“Yes.”

“Y/N is our Wardrobe Supervisor.” The director butted in.

“Приятно познакомиться.” (Nice to meet you)

“и тебе того же.” (Same to you.)

“What else is there to know about you?” The producer asked.

“Well after I graduated from college I moved to Russia for three years where I worked for Roscosmos and switched between working in the Baikonur Cosmodrome and the RKA Mission Control Center—”

“You worked for Roscosmos?” I asked, completely stunned by everything he was saying.

“Yes.”

“What is that?” Someone asked.

“It’s the Russian equivalent to NASA.” I replied.

“I’m assuming that you like them?” Still smiling at me.

“Maybe just...a lot. I mean, my dad still tells me about watching Yuri Gagarin’s launch in 1961.”

“You know, I met his wife.”

“You did not.”

“So why do you want to do the show?”

“And what are you hoping to get out of the show? Like what would you like the end result to be?”

“Oh my God.” I said and ripped an earphone out of my ear.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“James, uh, what can I do for you?” He reached down and helped me stand up. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I just wanted to stop by and say hello again.”

“Hello...again.” He just smiled and looked down at the ground. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“So you just came to say hello?”

“I’ve just been exploring and looking around.”

“Good, get to know everyone.”

“Exactly.”

“I mean you have to deal with us for the next eleven weeks or so.”

“Yeah I guess I do.”

“Are you excited?”

“For?”

“The show? I mean let me tell you we read through a lot of applications and I think you’re going to find someone.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it, but if I’m being honest I don’t think I’ll get engaged.”

“Really?”

“I do know.”

“You sound like you would know from experience.”

“Yeah, several bad relationships will do that.”

“Ah, I know what that’s like.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How do you know Russian?”

“Russian is my first language.”

“Really?”

“I was born in Moscow.”

“That’s awesome.”

“I moved here when I was younger to live with my grandparents, so that I could go to school here.” I didn’t want to tell him too much.

“Well clearly they liked it.”

“Kind of, it was really rough when I showed up, learning Russian was not easy.” I just laughed at him.

“If you think California is hot, don’t go anywhere down South.”

“Noted.”

“So now you work here as the wardrobe supervisor. How does that work, don’t they just bring all of their own clothes?”

“I guess I never thought of it like that.”

“Not to mention that every piece of clothing that goes on the screen has to be approved by me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’m not going to let the show or the network look bad because of me.”

“Literally.” I laughed at him.

“Yes, literally and figuratively.”

“Well I better get going, I’ve got a lot more people to meet.”

“When did you start?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

“With me?”

“What can I say….but anyway I’ll make sure to check back in with you, wouldn’t want my wardrobe to offend anyone.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’ve already been through your closet.”

“Have you?”

“What can I say?” He laughed and walked out of the space, and I took in a deep breath trying to calm down my heart.

Over the next couple of weeks the TV studio planned out a general outline for the show and James and I ended up spending a lot of time together. Which was strange. But talking to him was the easiest thing in the word and he always listened to everything I said and vice versa. We easily became friends.

I was working on some other shows, shopping for clothes and he offered to tag along. And I wasn’t going to deny the company, it was a nice change.We talked about the show and he tried everything he could to get me to tell him about the girls, but I wouldn’t say a word. And he kept trying but I was adamant on keeping it a secret. We stopped in at a few different stores and he was very mature until we got to the vintage thrift store. He felt the need to try on anything he could reach or fit in.

“So how did you get into all of this?” I turned and looked at him and he had a feather boa wrapped around his neck, sunglasses on his face, and the most god ugly hat I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help but laugh at him, I quickly pulled out my phone and took a picture.”I’m going to need that for my twitter.” I just laughed and went back to looking through the dresses.

“When I was in high school I participated in the all school musical. My grandparents didn’t like that I didn’t have any friends and as a project grade for one of my classes working the musical counted. So I thought that I would sign up and work on some kind of crew, that is until I saw that they actually had something called a costume crew. At the time, I wasn’t completely sure what that entailed but I saw costume and knew that I would be fine if I did something with that. Anyway, I worked on the crew for that show and somehow it turned into one of the only things that I enjoyed doing. I didn’t make any friends, besides my teacher, but it was because I was still really hard to understand and he luckily spoke some Russian.”

“When I got to my senior year, my grandparents were really pressuring me to drop theatre and pursue something more practical, go to an ivy league school. My mother went to school to become a fashion designer, that is of course after she dropped her medical degree. My grandparents were apparently furious with her. So she decided to go to Russia on a study abroad trip, where she met my father and never went back. But anyway, I think that was why my grandparents were so opposed to the idea of me going to school for costume design. But I went and visited my dad my senior year, I had money saved for a car, and spent it on the trip instead. He was the one who convinced me to go after what I loved.”

“He told me that my mother was always so happy when she was designing, it was her true passion. So when I graduated from high school and decided to go to the school of my dreams, my dad was there. His first time in America was for my graduation and his second was for my second graduation.”

“But as it would turn out, my grandparents were furious at me at my degree, whatever they could be mad at they were. So I left and went on the road as a dresser for a national tour. I did that for years before we made a stop in LA to do some sight seeing, I got a job interview to work for the network as wardrobe crew and then I made my way up.”

“That’s incredible.” This time when I looked at him, he was wearing a full fur coat, a pair of cowboy boots, and a helmet from a suit of armor.

“Oh my god.” I laughed and as I did, I quickly took a picture. I reached up and took the helmet off of his head. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to have some fun with you.”

“Well you look ridiculous.”

“Thank you.” He shrugged off the jacket and hung it back up. And started stumbling around when he took off the boots. I grabbed the few things that I picked up around the store and took them to the counter to check out. He came back over after he was done and help me carry bags back to our car. “So where are we going next?”

“Back to the studio.”

“So soon?” He pouted his lip at me.

“Yeah. I bought everything that I needed and rush hour is about to hit, I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”

“You don’t want to be stuck in traffic with me? I take that to offense.”

“I’m sure you have more important things to do than sit in my car, waiting in traffic.” I smiled and climbed into the passenger side. He climbed into the driver's side and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Well I do have something going on tonight.”

“See, no reason to wait in traffic all night.”

“Well about said plans, it’s my friend's birthday today.”

“Your friend was born on the fourth of July?”

“Yeah, so we’re throwing him a patriotic themed party. We’re all dressing up in America themed costumes and we’re going to watch the fireworks and probably get drunk and I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“You want me to come to a party?”

“You’re my friend, I would love for you to come.”

“Okay.”

“And you don’t have to worry about a costume, I know it’s late notice—”

“You think that I don’t have a costume for every holiday?”

“Well it is your job.”

“That it is.”

While we drove back he let me choose the music and he actually liked it, which was crazy because people usually didn’t. He dropped me back off at the studio, giving me the address for the party and I went back to my station to put things away before I left to go get ready. But as much as I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t have a costume in front of James, I now had to find something to wear. And I think I may just have the person in mind.

BUCKY’S POV

As soon as I left the studio I headed over to Steve’s. I knew that he would need help setting up and he also managed to get me a costume at the last second. I didn’t tell him why I needed it, especially since I told him before that I wasn’t wearing a costume, but he seemed to have something for me.

I knocked on the door and he immediately let me in.

“How do you feel about George Washington?” He asked.

“Personally?”

“No. It was the only costume I could find.”

“It’ll have to do I guess.”

“What did you say was the reason for this sudden costume change?” We moved about the apartment, setting up things for the party.

“I didn’t.” I yelled from across the room.

“A woman.” He yelled back.

“I didn’t say that.” I walked over to where he was working.

“That’s exactly why.”

“We’re not dating, she’s a friend of mine, I work with her.”

“She’s on the show? I thought you hadn’t started filming yet.”

“No, she’s not on the show, she in wardrobe. Filming doesn’t start for another month and a half.”

“Do you like her?”

“Yeah, I mean she’s great to talk to and she’s really the only friend that I have made on the show.”

“But do you like her?” I glared at him.

“Why do you have to make this into something that it’s not. I have only known her for a few weeks but I value her friendship, she’s not afraid to tell me how it is.”

“Well I’m not afraid to tell you how it is, I think you like her. And because she is in wardrobe you want to impress her with your costume.”

“Why don’t you worry about the party that we’re about to throw.”

“Maybe you should ask her to join the show.”

“Maybe you should shut up.”

He laughed and went off to do something else. The truth was, in the short time that I had known her, I have grown to like her. I don’t know if it was in the same way that I was looking for with the show, but I had to admit that there was something special about her.

So we finished getting ready for the party and went to change before the first guest showed up. I don’t know when exactly Y/N showed up but I was surprised when she did.

She tapped on my shoulder and when I turned around I was not expecting what I saw, but my jaw did hit the floor.

“Mr. Washington.” She greeted with a smile.

“How could you guess...wait, don’t answer that, you’re the only one whose guessed right. And you are stunning.”

“Thank you.” She laughed. “So where is your friend, I made him a birthday pie.” She held up a plate with the most delicious looking pie.

“Oh my god. I haven’t had one of these since I lived in Moscow.”

“Well, as you know it’s tradition to eat this instead of cake. I quiet honestly like the pies better.”

“Me too. Which is why he probably won’t ever get to taste it.” I took the plate from her hands and went to hide it in the kitchen for later.

“James! It’s not your birthday.”She followed after me and I set the plate on top of the fridge, hoping that no one would see it.

“Please, call me Bucky. No one calls me James except my mother and apparently everyone on set. We’re friends, so please, Bucky.”

“Bucky...it’s not your birthday, that is for your friend…”

“Steve.”

“Steve, it’s for Steve.”

“I’m just putting it up there for safekeeping.”

“Sure.”

“Anyway, I do love this costume of yours. You just have a Captain America, USO girl costume lying around?”

“No, my friend loves the Captain America movies and is really big into Cosplay. So a while ago I made her this costume and she still had it.”

“You made this?”

“Yeah.”

“That deserves a drink.” I walked into the kitchen, grabbed two shots glasses and filled them with whatever was left on the counter. And that was the start of our downward spiral because at least for me the last thing I remember was that first shot.

STEVE’S POV

That was probably the craziest party of my life, really the best way to celebrate my birthday. I got to spend a lot time with my beautiful girlfriend, we set off some pretty awesome fireworks, and I may have drank too much. But I wasn’t going to let a hangover ruin one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.

As soon as I woke up I grabbed a glass of water and the bottle of aspirin, quickly downing two pills and some of the water before setting it on the table beside Peggy. I made my way to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. I heard a groan from the couch and saw Bucky’s head pop up.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“I feel like my head could explode.”

“Well, at least you had some fun last night.”

“Did I?” He stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“Yeah you did.”

“What does that mean?”

“I saw you making out with some girl.”

“Some girl?”

“I'm a little fuzzy on the night, all I remember was that she was wearing red, white, and blue.” I lied.

“That was like 95% of the party.”

“I told you I was fuzzy.”

“Well that's great.”

“Maybe she doesn't remember either.” Hopefully she doesn’t.

“Yeah maybe.”

He grabbed a cup of coffee and went to the guest room to take a shower. My next move: figure out if Y/N remembered making out with Bucky.

PART TWO

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