A powerful Charisma (B.Barnes)

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This story is based on one of my dream about my own bestfriend. I hope you'll like it!


You arrived at the Stark's tower because Tony had a party in honor of the Avengers. The music was quite loud but you could hear other people talking to you, so you didn't mind. You saw all the Avengers; Thor was talking with a beer in his hands, Steve laughing at something Sam had said, Natasha speaking to Wanda. You were having a great time with everyone.
It was a big party with lots of people and alcohol. You were there by yourself, enjoying life as a single person. You danced with Natasha to the rhythms of a song called 'Memories' by David Guetta. You absolutely loved this song because it never failed to bring you happiness. You were clearly living your best life.
You had a few drinks and started to feel a bit tipsy. You were quite thirsty, so you went to the bar for a drink or two. Tonight, you didn't care about getting wasted or not. You just wanted to drink to forget about the fact that the man you were completely in love with, was seeing another woman. He was supposed to be your bestfriend and you were really close. But to you, Bucky was much more than that. You didn't want to tell him because you were scared and thought that you've already missed your chance.

"Hey doll!" You turned around to see the one and only man you were in love with, your so-called best friend.

"Hey Buck!" You smiled and hugged him.

"You look absolutely stunning Y/N, really." You blushed a little. 

You were wearing a red dress that fit you perfectly. You had black high heels. Your hair was up. You had makeup on and you felt amazingly comfortable in your clothes which was clearly the most important thing for you. Of course, you cared about looking good but being cozy in your clothes was a really great feeling, so if you could combine classy with cozy it was just perfect.

"Is that your way to flirt with me?" You smirked.

You were always flirty with each other but in fact, deep down you wished that this flirt was a real thing. You've always had a thing for Bucky, from the very beginning. You had met him when Steve brought him in the tower, trying to prove to the others that nothing was his fault and that you had to help him. The first time you saw him, you had this weird feeling telling you that he was about to become a very important person in your life. Little did you know that you were about to develop strong feelings for the brown-haired boy.

"Trust me, you don't want to see how I flirt. You couldn't resist me after that, doll." Bucky smirked back and you laughed.

"Give me all you've got Barnes."

The music changed and was way calmer and tender, perfect song for couples to do a slow dance with their other half. You drank your tequila down in one, stressed because of his presence.

"Shall we?" He took your hand gently and led you to where the dance floor was. 

There were people dancing everywhere. The music almost transporting them in a different atmosphere. It was really beautiful to see all these people talking, smiling and laughing.

"You don't look too bad yourself by the way." I spoke. He smiled wildly and stopped.

"Can I?" He said, having his hands next to your waist but without touching it.

"Of course, Bucky."

He gently put them on your waist and placed your hands behind his neck. You looked in his marvelous blue eyes for a moment before looked away because you couldn't hold eye contact without blushing. He laughed and whispered in your ears.

"I told you... I have a powerful charisma." You giggled and looked back at him.

You danced with him for minutes. For you, it seemed like seconds. You were completely drunk, so you decided to risk it all. After the music stopped. He let go of you but before he went anywhere you took him by the collar and kissed him with all your love. You were surprised he didn't push you away. He took you in his arms and kissed you with as many fierce. You were over the moon. You made out for some minutes and you took his hand and took him somewhere.

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