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Midnight Mission: Coffee

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Word Count: 2.316 Warnings: love? this is fluff with the potential to knock you off your feet.  Special a/n: Birthday Drabble for my sweetheart Sofía @nataliarxmanxva ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE! I will never forget the kindness you have blessed me with. This is your birthday gift, love (haha and since it’s on the internet, you can’t refuse!).

I love you, sweetie. And I hope that you’re gonna like this thing I shamelessly call “drabble” (which it is not, by regulation, since it (by a few words) crossed the 100-word limit, but if you feel extra today, which you should, you can count this thingy as 23 drabbles). Have fun! And have more Seb, and hugs and birthday happiness! :D

Your heart leaped in your sweat-gleaming chest when a thunderous noise rose in the darkness before you. Still out of breath, the adrenaline almost overwhelmed you. This was such a rush. A hand landed on your shoulder. Well done. You donned your widest smile, put one foot in front of the other, and bowed, along with the other dozen girls and guys in the row. The applause still filled the majestic ballroom with the ornamented balconies and the wonderful, wide stage you had admired since years. Today, you’d done your best, even written ballet history on it, with your academy’s class. Glancing at the audience told you you had performed not only in front of the usual, sophisticated assembly of artlovers and philanthropists, but also mere meters away from royalty. Only moments later, the glamorous swell of applause and praise ceased, and all performers left the stage, giving room to the antecedent artists. Bouquets of white flowers were handed to you and you and the other ballerinas gracefully posed for the journalists with the exclusive access to backstage.

Although being on stage and dancing was your passion, your body felt amazing when you finally wriggled yourself out of the silk and muslin bodice that clung to your warm skin. You swapped it for a pair of sweatpants and that oversized hoodie of pure goodness that you’d stolen from your brother last week, before you had left for your academy’s tour. The girls in the changing room chatted and giggled, just enjoying their time together as much as they could. When your sneakers were on, your bag packed and on the way to your hotel, where you knew some celebration would be happening, you decided to be yourself. It didn’t take long to sneak out of the auditorium, only armed with your phone and some money, but ready to attack the metropolitan area at night. You’d seen the long streets glowing in the dark yesterday, from your hotel room, and you’d longed to exchange early bedtime for midnight stroll adventures. Now, finally outside, your breath hitched when the soft breeze blew midnight air over your face, when it got caught in your hair and made it dance. Despite the traffic and the lights everywhere, you caught a glimpse of a star. Different scents mixed together in a whirlwind of air, inviting you to different places, to a fast-food-place, to a brewery bar, to a perfumery that was still open, but you stayed on your course. Shops and parks lined up along the sidewalk and you casually strolled past them. Street artists lured sweet melodies out of their violins and guitars and you blessed them with kind smiles, which they returned.

Finally, you laid eyes on a coffeeshop with a wooden door frame and beautiful feeling of vintage. You felt it the third time this evening, the tingling buzz of anticipation, when you put your hand on the door. Stepping in was rewarded immediately, by the wild, fragrant notes of coffee streaming into your nose and by the smooth music creating an atmosphere of relaxation. Not many midnighters, as you called yourself and everyone more appreciative of these wonderful hours in the middle of the night, were seated in the lounge seats, but that was completely fine to you. The barista gave you a welcoming nod and a smile when you watched as he made a cappuccino for another customer. “Hi there”, he said softly, ��what can I do for you?” It wasn’t hard to pick what you wanted, but you felt adventurous, you wanted to try something new. You quickly scanned the shop’s chalkboards with the creative hand-lettered list of coffee beverages. “The one with apple spice, what is it?” “Good pick. It’s a limited edition, but it’s what I would recommend.” “I’ll try it, then.” When you chose your seat, you noticed the fairy lights around the seating area and were immediately reminded of your best friend. You wondered what they were doing right now. Probably sleeping, considering the time zone shift and all. Your gaze wandered beyond the glass of the windows and towards the streets, where the ground glimmered like it was wet from this angle. Some people just walked, others stood there, chatting and others just drove by. The harmonious music around you made you feel like a film character, waiting in the gloomy coffeeshop for their perfect date. But you weren’t waiting for anyone, quite opposite of that guy your eyes had spotted, on the other side of the street. He seemed to be watching the street in both directions, not overly obvious, but to you, it was clear he still had hopes for his night to change in tone. A sigh of bliss escaped you when your order was brought to your table. It was not the barista from before who approached you now, but his coworker, the one who had been serving the couple on the other side of the shop when you came in. His eyes were blue in a face that was surrounded by loose brunet strands of hair that had fallen out of his man-bun, but their color was not their most striking feature. No, they seemed to sparkle with radiant energy and wonderful joy, and you could tell he enjoyed being here, even so late at night. “You look cozy”, he smiled at you and nodded at your hoodie-outfit, gently setting your cup of late night goodness down. “How was your day?” You smiled at the young man, who seemed genuinely kind. “Better than I hoped. A lot of work, but hey. I got my reward”, you grinned and noticed the brunet sending quick glances out the window before focusing his attention back to you. He must’ve spotted the waiting man as well. Something changed in the way the waiter stood, so you asked. “How long has he been standing there?” The waiter sent you a look that showed less kindness and more concern than before. “He is waiting for someone”, the waiter answered, slowly, still keeping an eye on the man in the coat, who now pulled out his phone, typing something in. Suddenly, the waiter looked at you, his face going blank for a second. “Shit”, he whispered. What? “You need to get up.” The waiter, his name tag shining in the dim light, saying Bucky, touched your shoulder. “Excuse you? What is going on?” You mustered him, but his expression remained serious. he was completely serious. Was he kicking you out? For what? Mentioning the man outside? “Get up”, Bucky said. “I need you to hug me.” That was it. Confusion had replaced peace and it was all this weirdo’s fault. “No way”, you protested. “You gotta help me out here. It’s just pretend, I swear. I’m sorry you walked in here at this time, this is all very unfortunate.” “What? You got some serious explaining to do, you-” “He’s got a live gun.” The statement hung in the air while soft piano continued to play in the background. Your thoughts were racing.

The waiter put down the tray in his left hand and pulled his serving glove off. Your breath hitched when metal appeared instead of flesh and moved with little whirs. “Stay calm”, he whispered and nudged you. “Get up and hug me. I won’t do anything without telling you, okay? I know this is very strange, but I need you to pretend like we’re friends and haven’t seen each other in a long time. I will get you out of here, I promise.” And there it was, for the fourth time, the adrenaline, but this time, it set your mind on fire, drowning it in panicky thoughts and short prayers. Please, let me get out of here alive. But Bucky had promised he’d get you out. So you did as he’d told you; you stood up, got on your toes and did your best to not seem hesitant as you pressed yourself against his torso. He was definitely better at this, this pretending, because he didn’t just hug you, he spun you around, eliciting a squeal. Next, you found yourself buried into his chest, his nice, toned chest, and completely drowning in the mix of cologne and coffee aroma. “Good job”, he whispered next to your ear and still didn’t let you go. The blond barista walked past you and the waiter. “Back door is under surveillance”, he said, his voice somber, but not laced with fear at all. “Steve. Let’s do Sevilla.” “What’s Sevilla?”, you asked. “The guy is staring. They’re not sure if it’s really us. We’re gonna have to give him a show. Sorry, doll. Do you happen to be a good dancer?” “Depends on you”, you smiled. Maybe this was gonna be great. Maybe this was gonna be fun. You hadn’t danced with a male person yet, not in public, but if Bucky was a good dancer?

A little shiver escaped you when the metal hand grazed your skin when your hoodie had been pulled up in the back. You wondered how Bucky got it, a hand of metal. When your hand carefully wandered up the hand, along the lower arm, the upper arm and came to rest on his shoulder, you noticed it must’ve been all metal, because no muscle was this hard. Bucky smirked when your curious eyes met his. He started swaying to the music that Steve had put on. “You’re cute”, he said and suddenly, every thought of danger was blown away by those two little words. The brunet pulled you a little closer, smiling softly when you blushed. “Thanks, stranger”, you answered with a grin. This did feel good, albeit completely different from dancing on stage. Bucky was massive, had shoulders like a bear and arms like you had never witnessed in real life, but he felt soft. And, which was surprising, his moves were smooth, every part of his body seemed perfectly relaxed and stretched - and you doubted he’d done warm-up stretches behind the shop’s counter. When he rested your head on his shoulder, his breath caressed your neck. “Bucky Barnes, at your service”, he whispered, donning a posh accent, which was charming. A warm stream of delight captured her body then, because the moment was perfect, in a way. In secret, you had always imagined your first date as something silently romantic - with a guy who’d offer you a dance. But now, this was much better. This guy in front of you hadn’t even said anything special, hadn’t poured out his life in front of you, hadn’t tried to woo you with some crazy pick-up line, but he made you want to drown in him because this moment felt so light. When he moved with you, the fairy lights shimmered and the music guided you. Coffee hung in the air and another couple started to dance a couple of feet away from you. “What are you thinking, doll?” “That I could do this forever. You’re an impressive dancer.” “Good to know you think so. When all this is over, would you be so kind to repeat that in front of Steve?” “Barista Steve.” “Captain America Steve.” You grinned. This kept getting better. “Life is crazy”, you muttered and watched the brunet smirk. Again. It was agonizing. His eyes sparkled like he was having the time of his life. He made your stomach tingle, even raised all the little hairs on your arms and your neck. And every time he captured your eyes, it irked you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “What do you want to say?”, he whispered. “Nothing”, you lied, but not because you didn’t want to tell him, you just didn’t know how. “You owe me that apple spice latte.” “No, that’s not it”, he mused. He was an assassin, dammit, why could he read you like that? The music changed and Bucky changed the dance, into something even closer. “Is that guy still watching?” “Everyone is watching, love. And I don’t blame them. You’re gorgeous.” “Bucky?” “Hm.” “It doesn’t feel like a pretend date anymore”, you whispered, carefully, while searching his eyes. Slowly, he rested his forehead against yours. The cheeky delight seemed to wander from his eyes into your heart immediately. His voice was husky when he spoke again. “Would you rather it did?” The question left you breathless. You were captured in that one, tender moment, in arms that held you like a precious discovery, in music that softened your heart. Bucky’s eyes filled your view, the blue a promise of genuine delight, of truth and kindness. You couldn’t help but marvel at his beautiful face, at his cheeks, his nose and then, those lips that were halfway open, tender lips ready to shower you with affection. It seemed Bucky read your mind, in this state of connectedness, because as soon as you’d imagined it, his hand touched your cheek, taking the lead. Your eyes closed, the magic unfolded and in a second, your body was overflowing with sweetness. Bucky’s lips were on yours, guided by magic and precious harmony. The fairy lights dipped his face into a golden shimmer when you separated. “Me neither”, Bucky breathed and placed a kiss on your forehead while pulling you against his torso. “Did I mention you were cute?” “I bet Steve doesn’t tell you how good of a kisser you are.” Bucky chuckled. “She’s charming, too. Who would’ve known, the hoodie princess saved my entire mission.” “Well, what can I say”, you grinned and spun, “dancing is my specialty. Right after saving helpless supersoldiers at midnight.” “I wasn-“ Before he could say anything, you placed your lips on his and initiated what you later called one of your most precious memories in decades of happiness with the charming stranger from the moonlight coffeeshop.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @nataliarxmanxva ! You are a precious pearl and a wonderful ray of sunshine. I love you a lot and I will keep on telling you that. You were my first tumblr friend and the only one I actually talked to via skype. I value our friendship highly and I’m looking forward to the day we will meet for the first time. :D 

And oh, how I love the fact that you have no idea what I’ve done and what will happen once you reply to this. :D