Nothing Personal - Bucky Barnes x reader

Chapter 1

Chapter contents: fluff, angst, drinking, Bucky is an asshole

Word Count: 2691

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You didn't know what was worse, when he was silent and glaring at you or when he was hurling venom-laced words at you.

All of the paperwork had been signed, all of the NDAs and contracts and whatever the fuck else there was that you couldn't even remember. Basically, a shit ton of legal bindings that appeared to hold the next six months of your life in a vice-like grip.

Of course it scared you, no normal person wouldn't be at least a little intimidated by it. But you were willing to help your friend, and help his friend as well. And hell, maybe you'd even make a new friend along the way.

Well, that was what you thought.

Now, as the two of you sat in a nearly abandoned diner, an untouched plate of fries on the booth table between you two, that possibility of friendship (or even some sort of civility) faded further and further away into near nothingness. It had only been five minutes, but the tension between you two made the seconds barely inch along.

"So," you hummed, breaking the silence and offering him a smile. "Have you watched any new movies lately?"

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back into his booth seat.

"What? I'm just trying to start a conversation."

"Yeah? Well it's a pretty shitty attempt."

You had only spent a couple hours of him spanning from the day before to now, but his attitude hadn't shifted one bit. You let out a huff. "Fine. Do you have any better conversation topics?"

His jaw clenched and he kept his lips pursed.

You nodded, nervously rapping your knuckles on the table as you glanced around. "I'm gonna order a milkshake. Do you want a milkshake? O-Or we can share one? I know Jess probably wants us to do that kinda stuff."

"There's no way in hell I'm sharing a shake with you."

Your smile faltered slightly. "So is that no milkshake at all or just no sharedmilkshake?"

He squinted at you, his expression giving you his answer.

***

"Sam, I don't know about this, there's gonna be a lot of people there," you whined, tugging on his arm as the two of you walked along the street. "And with how much James despises me, I don't know how good this will look for the paparazzi."

"Why don't you call him Bucky?" Sam asked, looking down at you with an arched brow.

"Because he said I'm not allowed to call him that."

Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "You can call him whatever you want. James, Bucky, motherfucker, pain in the ass." The chuckle he pulled from you made a proud smile rest on his lips. "And don't worry about the paparazzi. This is just a bonding experience that you don't have to do alone. Just let loose and have some fun!"

"Easy for you to say," you muttered as he pushed open the door to the crowded bar.

The group you were supposed to hang out with waved you and Sam over and the two of you made your way over. There were a few familiar faces surrounding the table, but most of them were strangers.

"Alright, everyone this is Y/N!" Sam introduced you, patting your shoulders with a bright smile. You waved shyly, reluctantly moving away from Sam and over to Bucky's side. "Buck, why don't you introduce her to everybody? I'm gonna get us a round of shots."