Blue || Bucky Barnes

62. Fuck The Party

"Can someone please explain to me why we're going to this hotel if the party's at the compound?" Sam asks as everyone travels in the sprinter van.
"For heavens sake Sam, Tony said we mustn't be present while they're setting up the celebrations." Loki digs, rolling his eyes not understanding what he's not getting.
"Seems a little stupid to me but okay." He shrugs as the van pulls over on the side of the road.

Everyone is shown to their separate suites within the hotel where their chosen outfit for the evening awaits along with everything else they could possibly need.
"Jeez Tony really went all out for this party." Leia mumbles as they follow the hotel staff.
"He's a Stark. That's what they do." Steve chuckles.
"Of course."

"Mr Barnes. Ms Callahan. Here's your room." The man swipes the card and opens the door for the pair.
"Thank you." Leia smiles stepping through the door behind Bucky.
There's two dress bags hanging from the rack with labels on them. Tony had given them what some would call a large allowance to go and purchase an outfit for the evening. Leia went to the mall by herself a couple days prior to pick out something to wear. She'd run into Sam who was actually shopping for the same occasion and they had a very Sam and Leia interaction.
Leia stares at the dress bags for a moment contemplating the night ahead of them. She's never been to an event like this before. She has absolutely no idea what to expect, apart from the small amount Pepper had divulged.

"What's wrong?" Bucky places his hands on her shoulders and squeezes, gently massaging her muscles.
"I'm just a little nervous I think." Leia's rather unsure of herself.
"It's gonna be fine, trust me. And if you feel a little overwhelmed just stay with me and we'll do it together." Bucky kisses her cheek gently, standing behind her.

He steps forward after a second and grabs the bag with Leia's name on it. "Now take this and go get dressed, cause we're running out of time before we have to leave."
Leia grasps the hanger with her shaky fingers. His words have calmed her slightly. Bucky's always been good at that.
"Okay." She smiles.
"Good girl." Bucky kisses her lips and Leia disappears into the bathroom with butterflies swarming in her stomach.

Bucky grabs the zipper of his dress bag and opens it to reveal his outfit choice. Choice is a loose term actually. He didn't go shopping for an outfit so Tony, or Pepper he's not exactly sure, just picked for him.
He sheds his shirt and pants that he's wearing and replaces them quickly with the items in the bag. There's a pair of black pants paired with a black shirt. Bucky grabs the shoes out too and pulls them over his feet. The matching jacket stays on the hanger because he doesn't see the need for it. Standing by the tall mirror on the opposite side of the room he checks out his appearance. Everything is wrinkle free though he'd expect nothing less from Stark. Bucky runs his hands through his long hair and pushes it away from his face. He looks down at his attire. It's certainly different.
Bucky fiddles with the cuff buttons and rolls up his sleeve, over thinking his appearance. He stares at the one sleeve rolled and the other normal, deciding on rolling them up, despite his arm being exposed.

"Could you help me please?" Leia's voice breaks his thoughts and he looks up into the mirror. His eyes settle on her standing by the bathroom door in the reflection. Bucky turns around quickly taking in her appearance. His eyes widen looking over the red dress on her body. Its shape hugs her curves in the best way possible and the fabric glides over her smooth skin effortlessly. Leia holds the front up over her chest, the straps hanging loosely over her shoulders.
"I, um- yes." He stumbles walking over to her. Her wavy hair falls down her back and her makeup is natural. Her and Wanda got together before they came to help each other with it seeing as Leia isn't all that aware in the field.
Bucky can't take his eyes off his girl as he stops by her. He's never seen someone more beautiful in his life.
"Can you tie it up for me please." She requests, her voice just above a whisper.
Instinctively Bucky reaches his hand out and places it gently on her bicep. His touch is light as a feather as he draws his hand slowly up to her shoulders. He pushes her hair over her left shoulder and Leia's hand grazes against his metal one lightly, holding her hair out the way. Bucky grasps the two straps and pulls them tight, through the many loops on the dress. His movements are slow and faint, ever so slightly grazing. Small bumps raise on Leia's skin from the cool feeling of his metal digits. He ties a bow in the string just at the bottom of her spine. The small pieces of fabric fall from between his fingers and he places his hands gently on her hips.
Bucky leans down instinctively and kisses her shoulder. Leia jolts from the sudden contact but melts into him. His soft lips leave a trail of light kisses over her shoulder and to her neck. He stands right behind her, leaving no space between them. Bucky kisses her jaw lightly, right below her ear, the placement sending shivers down her spine.