Bucky Barnes One Shots

Honeysuckle

(italics are flashbacks)

Bucky sat on a hard pew with his arms crossed over his chest. He forced his mind to concentrate on his thoughts and remembered the first time he saw you.

*

"You're gonna like her," Steve told Bucky as he opened the door to the facility. "Don't get fooled by her pretty face, she's incredibly dangerous."

Bucky puffed out a laugh as he followed Steve into the kitchen. When Steve opened the door a thick, grey smoke billowed up from the stove. They couldn't see much, but they heard you cough. Steve swung the window open and the smoke gradually disappeared.

"Thanks." You smiled, fanning your face with your hand. "Mixed up Celsius and Fahrenheit. Hey, you're the new guy!" You beamed when you saw Bucky. "Wanna eat some burnt cake? I made it for you," you snickered, pushing the evil-looking cake forward.

"It would be rude to say no, Buck," Steve teased his friend while he was examining you as if he were a doctor. You wanted to roll your eyes, Steve was always so protective of you.

"Stop it, Steve. I'm fine, stop trying to kiss me." You pulled away from him, a cheeky smirk on your face.

"I-I'm n-I wasn-" he stuttered, his eyes wide open.

"Oh no, I broke him," you said with an air of false concern before you burst out laughing. "Calm down or you're going to have a stroke, old man."

Bucky watched the exchange with a smile on his face, his brows slightly furrowed. Steve shot you an annoyed glance. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and chuckled when he looked at you with a soft smile.

"Beautiful women always had that effect on him," Bucky said.

Bucky's eyes closed slowly as the impact of the words registered in his brain. He didn't know why he said that out loud. When he opened his eyes again, he saw you looking at him with a wide grin.

"You think I'm beautiful? I like your friend, Steve. We're keeping him." You nudged your elbow into Bucky's side. "See you later, Barnes."

Bucky watched you disappear into the hallway, a smile lingering on his lips. Steve cleared his throat, catching Bucky's attention.

"I know that look. Don't try anything stupid," Steve warned with his trademark grin.

*

"Are you okay?" Steve asked Bucky who was smiling alone.

He sat down next to Bucky on the pew and looked up at the altar. It was covered with candles and different kinds of flowers. Soon people would join them and stare at Bucky with disdain and he wasn't sure he could bear that. He played nervously with the program.

"Fine," Bucky muttered before he raised his head to look at his friend. "I'm scared," he admitted.

"I know." Steve slung his arm over Bucky's shoulders and gave him a light squeeze. "Everything will be alright, pal. Why were you smiling?"

Bucky took a deep breath before answering. "I was thinking about her. The first time we met."

"You mean when she baked you a cake and almost burned the whole place down?" Steve said with a soft chuckle and Bucky nodded pensively.

"You have the flowers?" Bucky tried to change the subject. Steve nodded, he had a few branches of honeysuckle in his hand. "Good."

Bucky took the white and yellow flowers from Steve's hand. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply to savour the sweet, intoxicating scent. His mind went back to you again.