pov- imagines

DRUNK- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, sam wilson
warnings: alcohol, being drunk, being hungover, embarrassment?
about: r (DF31) "maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance."+(DN43) "what did you just say?"
a/n: this took so long, i'm so sorry, thank you so much for being patient, i hope you enjoy! i didn't do the other part of the request just because i don't think i could write that with it coming out well and legible, so i apologize for that!
first of my installments for jamecember! (did not tag, sorry!!)

you look pretty.

it's not like it's anything unusual, you always look pretty, no matter if you're in the terrifyingly expensive floor-length stain gowns or in one of the shirts you'd stolen from him or steve or sam.

but there's just something about the carefree laugh you're gracing him with right now that makes you glow like the stars he saw in the dates in the desert that he'd plan.

you're not dressed in anything particularly spectacular but you look the part, with wisps of hair falling over your face and a beaming smile that makes him sport one of his own.

you're talking to natasha and steve, eyes shining when natasha deadpans something, and you burst out in beautiful laughter, a hand reaching to grasp steve's arm that makes an ugly spark of jealousy urge bucky to take his eyes off of you. but he doesn't, because even though you're touching his best friend and not him, you're magnetic; a light to the moths that are his attention.

you recover, crinkled eyes accompanying the remark you make that makes steve and natasha laugh. in turn, you look on proudly, visibly feeding off of the laughter you'd caused.

bucky is staring, a little starstruck as he observes you move with such effortless beauty.

"maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance," a voice startles from next to him. it makes bucky peel his attention off of you and onto the person that had managed to sneak up on him through the daze of you he was stuck in. sam stands from bucky's side, a raised eyebrow observing him as bucky lets an unbothered facade fall over his features, trying his hardest to clean away the lovestruck look that had brightened his eyes and pulled at his lips.

"'dunno what you're talkin' about," bucky shrugs, reluctantly turning to sam completely. sam exhales annoyedly, cocking his head to the side as his chin juts up and down in exasperated understanding.

"uh huh," he replies, tongue poking through his cheek as he eyes you. "so why're you starin' at her so intensely?"

bucky purses his lips, "not intensely."

sam grins in a way that lets bucky know he messed up, "so you were staring?"

bucky looks back at him tiredly, "not staring."

"tell that to your face."

"that's just how my face is."

"uh huh. so what you're tellin' me right now is that you aren't interested in y/n?" sam asks.

bucky's eyebrows pinch together, scanning the look on sam's face as he thinks over his reply.

"yeah," he says finally, "not interested." he lies.

"so it's not a problem if thor asks her out?"

sam's words make bucky's facade crack a little, but he forces a shrug anyway, even through the clenched jaw that sam is smirking at. "not a problem."

"tell that to your face."

-

"hey, buck," you greet with a smile, settling into the couch next to him. he doesn't fail to notice the way your thigh is pressed to his, although you don't seem to give it too much thought as you look up at the television, sucking a drop of something sweet off of your thumb. you jut out a small bowl of sliced mango, pink with chamoy and doused in lime and chili, "want some?"