Bucky Barnes imagines

Lay All Your Love On Me

A/N: Hey everyone! I was listening to the Mamma Mia soundtrack the other day while I was completing some school work, and thought that maybe it was time to try another song inspired imagine. Hope you like it, and i will try to update again soon!

-M <3

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I wasn't jealous before we met

Now every man I see is a potential threat

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice

You've heard me say that smoking was my only vice.

The feeling of glass beginning to crack in my hand and the sound of Sam's voice telling me to knock it off broke me out of my haze. My gaze was focused on the dance floor, watching as Y/N and her date twirled together as the music played. The smile that lit up her face almost soothed the ache in my chest, but of course, the lanky red head who had the honor of being her plus one brought it all back.

"Get it together, man. Your emotions are showing." Sam nudged me, smirking. "Besides, Tony won't be happy if you break his things."

"Shut up." I grumbled as I rolled my eyes at him, lifting my fairly cracked glass to my lips and taking a sip of my drink. No matter how much alcohol I consumed, I would never get drunk. Another lovely side effect to the serum. But, it felt better to nurse my feelings over a glass of whisky and savor the burn down my throat than to tell the girl I had loved for years all my feelings.

"Listen, I know that I'm not nice that often, but that carrot top has nothing on you, Barnes. You might as well shoot your shot."

Her laugh broke through the muffled conversations and my own insecurities, and I knew that she was the only women who could ever has this much of an effect on me. But would she ever feel the same? All signs pointed to no, at least with the Raggedy Andy in the picture.

I sighed and shook my head, taking another sip of my drink before glancing back at Sam. "I need some air. "

"Want any company?"

"No, I'm fine. Enjoy your evening." I walked through the crowd, reaching the doors that lead out to the balcony, finding it empty. The evening air was cool and refreshing, temporarily relieving me of rush of emotions that hit me inside. But of course, that was not to last.

I let out a groan of frustration, before reaching into my pocket. "I need a goddamn cigarette."

"You know how bad that is for your health, Bucky." The voice startled me, and I turned to see Y/N standing behind me, a glass of wine in her hand. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes teasing as she stepped closer to where I stood. "I didn't take you for a smoker, anyway."

"I'm a super soldier, doll." I smirked, pulling a cigarette free from the pack that was in my pocket and lighting it up. "I think I'm going to be okay. Besides, I only started about a month ago."

"I suppose you're right. I just worry about you sometimes, Buck." The use of my nickname caused my heart to skip a beat. Not many people ever used it... especially after Steve left.

"Where's your date? You seemed to have a good time with him on the dance floor." I moved the cigarette to my lips, pulling my gaze away from her as I inhaled.

"Oh, Andy. " Y/N mused as she took a sip of her wine, and I finally exhaled, glancing at her once more. "He was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, so he decided to leave. Not the partying type, I'm afraid."