Avengers Imagines

Bucky Barnes- The Ballgame Date (IAFI Pt.2)

The Ballgame Date (I'm a Fucking Idiot Pt.2)

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Abilities: Earth elemental control (not used in this one, but it's mentioned in the last part)

Age: 23(at time of date)

Word count: 1541

READERS POV

I was sitting on the couch when Bucky came bounding over to me, a huge grin on his face. He stood before me but didn't say anything, prompting me to ask him what he was doing.

"Buck, you just look like you won the lottery. What's going on?" I asked.

"We've got a date tomorrow," he said excitedly.

"Okayyy." I dragged out, pressing him to continue.

He couldn't seem to help it anymore, the words spilling out of his mouth. "Stark was able to get me tickets to tomorrows sold out Yankee's game, so, I'm taking you to see your first ballgame."

"Really!" I exclaimed getting excited. "You're not punking me?"

"Nope." He said as he removed the hand from behind his back, revealing two tickets.

"Oh my god!" I yelled happily, jumping up off the couch and throwing my arms around his neck, my feet hanging off the ground. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Of course, doll. Anything for you."

I let go of him and he bent down to reach my height before pressing a kiss to my lips. I pulled away not long after, too full of energy. "So, when do we leave?"

I knew the answer was that the game was tomorrow, but I didn't know if I could wait that long.

"Tomorrow doll. Be patient." Bucky said laughing.

"Ugh."

--------time skip, the next day--------

I was all decked out in my disguise to go the game. I was wearing a plain blue pair of skinny jeans, a Yankees tee so that I blended in with the crowd, and I'd thrown a tan trench coat over it as it was slightly chilly out today. Looking in the mirror in my bedroom, I adjusted the red wig that I was wearing, placing a Yankees cap overtop of it.

Bucky and I had decided to go incognito for our date, so that we hopefully wouldn't be recognized by the masses. Bucky would be donning his own Yankees tee and cap, but a lot of his disguise depended on his new haircut. A few days earlier he had chopped off all his hair, going back to the style that he had in the forties, and the public had yet to see his new look yet.

We'd decided to make this even more of a spectacle and came up with aliases to use for the day. I was Winnie Gold, amateur chef. Bucky was Marc Reeves, personal stylist.

With one last glance in the mirror, I left my room, walking towards Bucky's with a bounce in my step. The closer we got to leaving, the more excited I got. I had hardly slept last night out of excitement, and at this point I was just bursting with pent up energy.

I knocked on his door in my usual manner, letting him know it was me, before I walked into his room. "You ready to go." He asked with a laugh, noticing me shaking with elation. 

I nodded my head enthusiastically, grabbing onto his hand and starting to drag him to the door.

"Hey, hey. Slow your horses. Let me grab my stuff," he said as he retracted his hand from my own. I pouted looking at him, making him chuckle.