Appellations (Reader X Bucky)

The Honey Well

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship with Bucky so the next day you told Matt to wait in his car and you'd meet him outside.

You wore black high waisted flared trousers and a deep green long sleeved, crop top. You take one last look in the mirror before heading down to meet Matt. You pass the team who were all sat chatting in the living room, of course Bucky was there too, he took a stolen glance at you and proceeded to look at something on his phone.

"Have a fun night," Steve tells you.

"Will do Cap," you reply as you press the elevator button.

As you get in our phone buzzes, a message from Bucky,
"you look nice tonight, doll.
Be careful."

You smile at his words and reply,
"thank you :)
I will X"

Moments later you step out onto the street and see Matt parked up. You make your way over to his car and get into the passengers side.

"Hey beautiful," he compliments.

You smile at him, "so where are we going tonight?"

"A new bar way across town, it's abit far out but one of my new clients owns it and said we had to try some of the food and drink there," he says excitedly.

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A rather long car journey later you park up and head into what looked to be a fancy yet at the same time rough bar. As you walk in a rather tall and large set man who is stood talking to some bar staff spots Matt and proceeds to walk over to the two of you.

"Matt!" he says with a loud booming tone, "glad to have you here," he says as he gives him a handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

"Well my girlfriend and I couldn't pass up on the offer of coming to your bar, Mr Fisk," Matt replies.

"Please call me Wilson."

Then his attention turns to you, "this gorgeous creature is your girlfriend? Matt you are definitely punching above your weight," the man called Wilson chuckles.

"(Y/n) Shepherd," you extend your hand for him to shake but instead he lifts it to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Shepherd. Francis?" he calls to one of his waiters, "please will you show our guests to their table and make sure they get everything they desire," he says gracefully.

"Of course, Mr Fisk," the waiter says in a thick French accent.

Francis shows you to your table which had a beautiful view of the Hudson River.

"Mr Fisk would like us to prepare you a selection of our best food and drink."
As Francis finishes his sentence another waiter joins his side and places two cocktails on the table.

"Please enjoy these while we prepare your food," and with that they both leave.

You look at Matt who was sat opposite, "your really in with the rich crowd now," you say as you take a sip of your rather strong drink.

"Yeah, sorry again about the whole name thing," he apologises, "Wilson will be the guy who makes me super rich," Matt says changing the subject as he takes a sip from his drink.

Moments later both of you tuck into the wide range of food, as the waiters kept serving you drinks, you and Matt were laughing and joking as if everything was okay between the two of you.

Then your phone buzzes, you pick it up off the table and read "1 new message."

You open the chat and begin to read, "hey it's Jen, I didn't want to bring this up yesterday but I feel like you should know, I think Matt's cheating on you."

You stop what your doing as your heart sinks to the floor, "hey uhm I'm just gonna head to the bathroom."

"Everything okay?" Matt asks.

"Yeah, just my brother wants a quick call," you lie.

You head to the women's room which thankfully was empty and continued to read, "I was at a party two-ish weeks ago, he was out with his friends and that Whitney girl was hanging around him with her friends. Then I saw him last weekend and he was heavily flirting with her again, that's why I was confused at the function yesterday I thought he was with her, not you."

Your mind races, the dates make sense, those were the two weekends he cancelled on you. As you scroll down further you see she had sent you a video clip, "he came back to the party last night after the two of you left."
The clip was a half blurry shot of the two of them sitting close looking deep in conversation her hand on his leg, then they kissed.

You stood there for a moment, your heart racing and a sick feeling rising in your stomach. You needed to know if what Jen was saying was true, so what were you going to do? Go back out there and sit with him like everything was normal?

No, you scrolled through your phone and found his name and hit the call button.

2 rings and he picks up, "hey doll."

You hear his smile through the phone.

"Hey, uhm, can you come get me?"
Bucky could hear the subtle waver in your voice as you tried to hold it together.

Without hesitation he asks, "where are you?" sounding concerned.

"The Honey Well in West Harlem."

"I'm on my way."

You hang up the phone and wait for a couple of moments as you pluck up the courage to go back into the bar with Matt.

You head back over an sit with Matt, "is everything okay?"

You don't know what came over you, maybe it was the fact you knew Bucky was on his way, but you decided to straight out ask him, "are you cheating on me with Whitney?" you ask in hushed tones.

Matt looked taken back and a little flustered by your question, "what? No?! Why would you think that?"

"So you weren't with her on the two weekends you bailed on me?"

"I," he exhales sharply, "yeah, I was but it was strictly business, I told you this," he looks at you angry and confused.

You look at him, searching his facial expressions, "i don't believe you," you tell him honestly.

"What!" he says slightly louder than the hushed tones the two of you had been talking in. You glance around and notice Fisk looking in your direction.

"Where are you getting this crazy idea from?" he pushes.

You pull out your phone and show him the video clip Jen sent you.

He studies it for a moment trying to get his story straight before answering, "that's clearly edited," he whispers back in a harsh tone as he watches Whitney rest her hand on his thigh.

"Why would Jen edit a clip of you and Whitney flirting with each other, what would she have to gain from that?"

"I dunno," he thinks, "maybe she wants us to split up, she was at Guastavino's too wasn't she? Maybe she wants me to be single," he insinuates.

Disgust washes over your face, "are you joking me right now?" you basically growl at him the lower you whispers got, "were done," just as you finished your sentence you turn to see Bucky walking up to your table.

"You ready to go?"