I belong to him {buckyxreader}

2~ The night we met

I stood there staring at the dress I was meant to wear tonight, I really didn't want to go I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep but if this made Darcy happy then I'd do it.

The silk back dress Darcy had picked out for me was breathtaking but not so much on me I thought. I tried to hide my insecurities as I left the apartment building and slipped into Darcys car.

"We'll aren't you just looking ravishing tonight hot stuff." Darcy said with a joking smirk, I played along "why Thankyou it's just something I threw on... 😉" we both laughed and she started the car. Off we went, I had a feeling in the back off my stomach, not just a nervous feeling something more... it was something I hadn't felt in a long time.

We entered the bar, Darcey was right this bar was different it had a homely feeling but like every day I still felt the emptiness inside of me.

I slithered onto one of the bar stools next to Darcy and she asked for two gin and tonics "Darce that's my favourite drink when I want to drown my sorrows- awww you know me so well." We both chuckled "of course I do I've seen you drunk quite a few times in the past year or so!"

I heard the bell of the door ring and a tall dark figure emerged from the night. He had a thick leather jacket on with black baggy jeans and a black shirt- what a great variety of colour I thought to myself, slowly he walked as if he was on a cat walk over to the stool just a few seats away from me and Darcy. I noticed another man- maybe a boy actually with blonde hair and a slim figure has sat comfortably next to Darcy and I nudged her to go when he asked her for a dance- I was happy if she was I guess.

As soon as the ice cold drink was put on the table I downed it as quick as possible and noticed out of the corner of my eye there were a pair of eyes fixed on me... I glanced over to see the same man with the leather jacket staring straight into my soul- traumatising, maybe he had a staring problem. I was about to get up when i started it feel a bit nauseous I had only had a couple of drinks though- I'm not that much of a light weight... I could hardly keep my eyes open. I tried to get Darcy but a man next to me grabbed my arm. " need any help sweetheart?" He said with a sinister smirk on his face "thanks but no thanks I was leaving actually." "No need to be rude just trying to help you out.." he quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me in "HEY I SAID LET GO OF ME!" He ignored me completely slowly slipping is grimy hands up my dress "stop!- please" my eyes welled with tears. At that moment the man In front of me collapsed and behind him was the same man I had seen staring at me a few moments ago

"Are you OK?" He said with a concerned face, I tried to hold back my tears after the frightening events that just happened-I didn't want to cry in front of a stranger i didn't want to let my guard down. So instead I kept waking. "I'm Bucky." He placed a firm hand in the small gap between us with a welcoming smile- as if I was going to shake his hand. "Look Bucky I didn't need your help I was fine on my own." I said frustrated " well you obviously did..." I narrowed my eyes giving him a hatred look. I noticed the leather gloves he had on but I chose to ignore it and stormed out of the bar, my legs began to feel week the drug he put in my drink really started to hit me. It felt like I passed out for a second and fell towards Bucky. "Wow- hey he put a lot in your drink" he said as he picked me up. I managed to slightly open my eyes, I was in his arms- bridal style. " look please just let me down I need to go home and and....." my words slithered out into a jumble of letters and the next thing I know everything went blank.