Avengers Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter Nine

BUCKY'S P.O.V

"I dunno. I know somethings there, I just...what I would even say? 'Oh, hey y/n, fancy going to a date? Because I like you a lot' Things are so much different now. Back then I would take a girl dancing, but now" I said leaning against the bar "just take it one step at time. Who knows, she might ask you" Steve said obviously trying to cheer me up "yeah as if" I argued taking a swig of my drink. The sound of the elevator, caught my attention and I saw Natasha and Wanda walk out, soon followed by y/n. My jaw dropped when I saw her. She was wearing a policewomen outfit and my god did she look good. I had to do a double take making sure I wasn't seeing things "you okay there buddy?" I didn't answer only stared "Bucky?" y/n then started walking over to us and I quickly looked away, not wanting her to know I was staring.

"Hey guys, you're looking good" she smiled reaching over to get a beer. I gaze wonder over her body, she looked absolutely stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off her. As y/n leant over the bar, her shirt dipped down showing her bra. Oh god. Her mini skirt didn't help either. "Whoa, y/n you look...wow" Steve said looking at y/n in surprise "thanks. Natasha and Wanda dragged me out to find the 'perfect costume'" she smiled. As she spoke my eyes were traveling up and down her body "hey Bucky, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something" y/n said making me realise I was staring. Shaking my head a few times I answered "no, no, I'm fine. You...uh...you looked amazing. Complete with handcuffs too I see" I said lifting them up, brushing my hand against her hips "yeah, well I'm a policewomen, gotta have them. Who knows, I have to arrest someone tonight" y/n said with a raised eyebrow before walking away. Swaying her hips too.

"Someone's in a trance" Tony said walking up to us with Sam and Clint "someone's got the hots for one y/n l/n" Sam smirked. I adverted my gaze from y/n, back to them "what? I don't have the 'hots' for her" I argued looking away "your face says otherwise pal" Clint said nudging me "you do have to admit, she does look hot" Sam said. Anger grew up inside. I hated it when someone else called y/n hot or looked at her the way Sam is. Practically drooling over her. Slamming my drink down, I pushed passed him out to the trellis "oh, he's jealous" I heard Tony said. I wasn't jealous...just frustrated. Why would I be jealous anyway? Y/n was wearing a nice outfit. An outfit that hugged her body perfectly, defined every curve, defined everything. The look she gave me when she talked about using her handcuffs sent a jolt of...something through me. It made me shiver with...something. Why should I jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about? It's not like I have...feelings for her...do I? 

Shaking my head, I leant against one of the tables that were out there, looking down at the City below. "What is wrong with me?"