Made to Lie

the party

Y/N

Bucky might be handsome, sure, but that didn't excuse his cold behaviour.

"God, he's driving me mad" Y/n declared as Natasha helped her pin her hair in a glamorous old Hollywood-esque style.

"I'm sure it'll get easier between you two the more you get to know each other" Wanda encouraged.

"Yeah and Steve adores him so he can't be that awful deep down"

"True" Y/n conceded before continuing, her anger and insecurities simmering like a pot of boiling water, "I just can't get past the feeling that he despises me"

"I don't know if he does Y/n..." Natasha started.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes you act like you hate someone when really you're just confused about feeling...something else?"

"You think he likes me?"

"Well," she sighed, "You never know...it's just an observation"

"Maybe he's shy" Wanda added.

Y/n scoffed.

"I find that hard to believe"

"I think there's probably more to Bucky Barnes than any of us know..."

BUCKY

When Y/n stepped into the large party room it felt to Bucky as if everyone, including him, suddenly noticed her all at once. The thought of hundreds of eyes on her made his stomach rumble with discomfort and protectiveness but also a small sense of pride. Her dress was some designer couture, clearly straight from the runway but she wore it better than any model ever could in his opinion. She shone in it, somehow not overpowered by the thousand glittering black beads and pearls that were delicately interwoven with the dress's fabric. Bucky placed a hand on the ache in his chest, physically feeling overwhelmed, her beauty was so intense it was all-consuming.

"Are you okay James?" Dr. Pashia asked cautiously.

He tore his gaze away from Y/n only to notice his therapist's sly smile.

"Don't" he groaned, scratching at his 5 o'clock shadow, "Between you and Steve I can't catch a break..."

"Well, my lips are sealed then" she mimed the action cheekily.

Bucky let out a loose, gravelly laugh, smiling down at her. He was endlessly grateful for her professional help and in the last couple of years working with her, she'd almost become a friend.

"Thanks, Doc"

The pair talked and talked, joking in a natural way that only a great therapist and patient could.

His gaze subconsciously flitted to where Y/n was in the room again and again as the night went on. Dr. Pashia said nothing about it, thankfully. When his eyes landed on her a third time he was surprised to find she was glaring at him with so much intensity he almost stumbled even though he was standing perfectly still. He watched as she slowly turned back to whoever it was she was talking to and threw her head back with a flirtatious little laugh. The man was tall, like him, with long, slicked black hair and piercing, devilish eyes. A rush of heat hit his cheeks. With a frustrated growl, he turned away, excusing himself before stalking over to the bar where he noticed Natasha was helping with drinks. The loud current pop music and throwbacks playing at the party pounded loudly in his ears.

I'm in love with the shape of you...

"Hey," he bit out when he reached the bar.

"Hey," she hesitated, looking visibly amused.