Appellations (Reader X Bucky)

Maybe Tomorrow

"I'm sorry you must be mistaken," you tell her not knowing how she knew, "my name is (y/n) Shepherd."

"Riiiiiiight," she says coyly looking over to Matt, "don't worry your secrets safe with me," she whispers near you.

You glance over at Matt with a death stare.

"Well, I just had to meet you in person, and to congratulate Matt on our successful business deal, sorry its a short visit but i have a prior engagement," she smiles and winks, shaking Matt's hand then yours.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" you tell her.

"Whitney Stane," she reveals as she walks away with her people.

You look towards Matt and pull him to a more secluded part of the room, "what were you thinking! Why did you tell her my name?" you half whisper in anger.

His expression became angry too, "I really wanted to get into this function, and she wouldn't just let anyone in, so I told her I was dating a Stark."

You had put two and two together, he didn't want you here for moral support he wanted you for your name.

"Do you realize what you've done?"

"Oh come on its not that bad, i only told her and she said she wouldn't tell anyone else," he says with no remorse.

"And you believed her?" you laugh in astonishment, "you know what I'm going home," you tell him as you shove past him.

"Wait," he shouts after you, but your already out the door flagging down a taxi. As you told the taxi your destination you see Matt asking the valet attendant for his car and as your driver heads off in one direction you see Matt speed off in another.

You reach the tower and give the driver his money before heading inside and pressing the top floor button in the elevator. You let out a frustrated breath that you didn't know you had been holding.
As always you see Bucky sat watching TV, "hey," he greets you, but instead of replying you head straight to the bar and pour yourself a shot, Bucky looks at you bewildered, "you okay?" he asks as he gets up and walks towards you.

Before you could answer the lift door pings open and Matt strides into the room towards you, "look (y/n) I'm sorry."

Matt's demeanor seemed to of changed from arrogant to apologetic, but you'd had enough of him tonight and didn't want to hear it.

Bucky had picked up on your hostility towards him and didn't move from your side.

"I don't care what you've got to say," you tell him.

"Please, (y/n)," he tries to take a step forward towards you.

Bucky puts his palm up to Matt's chest to stop him, "i think you should leave," he says calmly.

"And i think you should stay out of things that don't concern you," he rebuttals as he steps around Bucky to get to you.

Bucky effortlessly grabs one of Matt's arms and pins it behind his back and slams his upper body onto the counter.

Matt wriggles trying to break free, you look up at Bucky thankful yet remorseful towards Matt. Your facial expression said it all as Bucky releases Matt from his grip.

"I suppose we will talk when he isn't here," he says venomously as he strides towards the elevator and out of sight.

Bucky turns to look at you, "are you okay?"

You finish your second shot and run your hand through your hair trying to keep it together, "yeah i guess," you say biting the inside of your mouth trying to keep it together, but it was too much water starts to fill your eyes. Next thing you knew you were in his arms wrapped in a tight hug, your face against his chest breathing in his earthy scent, it took you a moment but you wrapped your arms around his middle.

After having a few moments to compose yourself you reluctantly pull away from his embrace.

He looks down at you with a worried expression, "you want to tell me what happened tonight?"

You look up into his crystal blue eyes and simply shake your head, if you tried to tell him you would probably end up crying more and you didn't want him to see you that way, "maybe tomorrow," you say simply.

"Okay," he whispers, "you know where i am if you need me."

And with that you head up to your room not knowing that Bucky was about to spend the night on the couch in case Matt decided to come back.

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You wake to find your phone had several missed calls from Matt. Before you had even decided to call him back you shower and get dressed for the day, in simple outfit of jeans, tank top and trainers. As your In the kitchen on your own making some breakfast your phone begins to ring.

"Okay Matt, let's see what you have to say for yourself," you say out loud to no one.

"Yeah?" you answer.

"Hey babe, I just wanted to check in on you," he says sheepishly, "your not still mad are you?"

You were, but not as much as last night, "I wouldn't say mad more disappointed, I thought I could trust you."

"Look (y/n) I said I'm sorry, what more do you want me to do? I admit it I fucked up but you can't hold this over me forever," he tries to reason.

Maybe he was right, nothing had yet come of him telling Whitney your name, maybe she was true to her word.

"Listen, let me take you out tonight, my treat to say I'm sorry, then we can talk in person," he offers.

You let out a sigh, "okay," you say still a little unsure.

"Yes," a gleeful Matt exclaims, "I promise I will make it up to you."

Just as your putting the phone down and setting it on the counter, Bucky walks through the door.

"Hey you, how are you feeling?" he asks sincerely.

You give him a soft smile, "yeah I'm doing okay."

"You don't sound to sure," he replies.

"Well, I dunno, there's nothing I can do now, I've just got to see how it plays out," you say cryptically.

Bucky looks at you trying to figure out what you ment so you help him out.

"Matt kind of told the host of the party that I'm a Stark."

Bucky's eyes narrow, thinking about the information you had just given him, "that's how he got an invite into a high class function right?"

Does nothing get passed him?

"Right," you agree under your breath.

He balls his fists up to try and control his anger, "I'm starting to really hate this guy."

"He has his flaws, but everyone does," you defend him.

"Flaws? (Y/n) he purposefully used your name to get in the 'rich club'."

You just look up at him, unsure of what to say next, but he already knew.

"Take it you forgave him then?" Bucky concludes.

"Kind of, I dunno, we are going out for dinner to talk about it," you say genuinely.

"If he's got any sense he won't step foot in this place again," Bucky says passive aggressively.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"I'll be honest with you, I think he's a scumbag and you deserve alot better," he puts it bluntly.

"Don't hold back, tell me how you really feel about him," you say sarcastically.

"I know he's type."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Bucky could see where this was going and didn't want to start another argument with you, "just keep him away from me," he says as he leaves.