Bucky Barnes One-Shots

Saturday Nights (smut)

A/N: I added smut since y'all said I robbed you with the original ending, uh... good luck 😭😭

You kicked your feet lazily behind you on the couch, resting your chin on your hands. Natasha was lying beside you, a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Both of your eyes were glued to the screen, showing a crime documentary.

"So what are you singing tonight?" Natasha asked.

You were about to answer till another voice beat you to it.

"Singing?" Bucky questioned, walking into the room.

Natasha smirked and turned to Bucky.

"Y/n sings at a club downtown every Saturday night. You should come tonight." She said.

"Natasha." You hissed through clenched teeth.

"Send me the name of the club. I'll be there." He said.

"Awesome," Natasha said.

Bucky nodded once and left the room. Natasha turned to you with a smile.

"I hate you." You said.

"I thought you liked him?" She questioned, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

"That's why I hate you! Now I'm fucking nervous! What am I gonna wear?" You said.

Natasha shook her head.

"Nope, that's where people go wrong. You don't change a thing. You're going to wear what you normally would, and you'll do just fine." She said.

You nodded, despite the knot beginning to form in your stomach. Why did Barnes have to make you so God damn nervous?

Later that night

You were in your room getting ready when someone knocked at your door.

"It's open!" You said.

Natasha walked inside, shutting the door behind her.

"Oh. Hey, Nat." You said.

She handed you black leather platform boots.

"I saw your dress, they'll go great with it." She said.

You smiled and took them.

"Thanks. I'm almost ready; you can come in if you want." You said.

Natasha walked in and plopped down on your bed. You laughed and went back to getting ready.

"I love your outfit, by the way." You said.

Natasha was wearing a short, black, leather dress with matching thigh boots.

"Thanks." She said.

You finished your makeup and slipped on your jacket.

"Okay, I'm ready." You said.

Natasha nodded and stood up. You walked out of your room and took the elevator down to the garage. You got in Natasha's car and Natasha drove out of the tower.

20 minutes later

Natasha parked at the club and you got out. You walked inside and followed Natasha over to the bar.

"Two shots of tequila," Natasha said.

The bartender nodded and poured your drinks. You turned around, leaning your elbows on the bar. You looked around the dim room at the crowds of people.

Natasha handed you a shot and you smiled.

"I needed this." You said.

"You're gonna be fine," Natasha said.