Summary: You ask Bucky for help since you can't decide on an outfit for your date.
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You run to Bucky's room and rapidly knock on his door. "Bucky open up," you say and he opens the door with an annoyed look on his face. "What?" He asks.
"I need you to help me find an outfit for me to wear this afternoon," you whine as you grab his wrist and drag him out of his room. He resists at first, but stops shortly after, realizing he'll loose against you.
"What's so important about this afternoon?" He asks and you look at him with a shocked expression. "I have a date with Kameron."
"Right, sorry I forgot," Bucky mumbles as you drag him in your room and close your door. "Why not have Wanda or Nat help? They're definitely better at this sort of stuff than I am."
"They're on a mission. Sit," you point to your bed and he sits on it as you go to your closet and grab several different items of clothing. "Doll, I'm sure whatever you wear, you'll look beautiful in," he says.
You roll your eyes and separate your clothes. "It's not about looking beautiful. It's about making an impression. I want him to remember what I wore on our first date," you say.
"So... you plan on having more than one date with him?" Bucky asks and you glance at him before looking back at your clothes. "Yea. If everything goes good tonight, then yea."
He nods his head and looks down at his lap. His fingers link together as he stares at them, five metal, five skin. When he looks back up, he sees you taking your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your bra and underwear. His face turns a deep shade of red as he looks away from you.
"What do you think of this one?" He looks back at you at the sound of your voice. You're wearing a short, black, skintight dress. "Maybe with my hair like this," you speak out loud as you mess with your hair a bit.
Bucky can't take his eyes off of you as you smooth the dress out and do different poses for him. "You're beautiful," he says with a smile stretching across his lips and you slouch.
"I know that Barnes, but will he remember me wearing this dress forever?" You ask and Bucky takes his gaze off of you for a bit. "He will if he's not stupid," he says and you roll your eyes.
He watches as you take your dress off and feels his skin growing hot again. You put on another outfit and turn to Bucky, but when he shakes his head, you frown and take your clothes off again.
"Jesus," he mumbles under his breath so you don't catch it.
This same process goes on for about thirty minutes before you whine and collapse on your stomach on your bed next to Bucky. He tries not to look at you to much considering you're only in your bra and underwear. "I don't know what to wear," you pout and he looks at you.
"I thought the green skirt and white shirt was nice. I mean it's casual enough for a coffee shop isn't it?" He asks and you nod your head. "I just feel like I don't like good in it," you whisper.
"Y/n, it's very hard for you to wear something and not look good in it. I have never seen you and thought, she doesn't look good in that. I always think, she looks so fucking good in that," he says and you giggle as you turn your head into your blankets.
"C'mon doll, you'll look beautiful in anything and he'll remember what you wear if he truly cares about you. And if he doesn't remember, then he doesn't deserve you."
You smile as you sit up and put on your white shirt and green skirt. "You sure I look good?" You ask as you look at Bucky. He stands up and walks over to you.
"You look beautiful. You always look beautiful," he whispers and you blush and look down at your feet. He tilts your head up to look at him again and you feel butterflies in your stomach as he holds your gaze. "You're way to beautiful for him, if he doesn't see that, than he doesn't deserve you. Okay doll?"
You nod and feel weak in the knees at his tone of voice. He leans down slightly and kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "Have fun on your date," he says before leaving your room.
After taking a few moments to collect yourself, and slow your breathing and heart beat down, you leave and head out for your date.
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You walk to Bucky's door and rapidly knock on his door. He opens it and immediately frowns when he sees you. Tears streaming down your face and a coffee stain on your shirt. "What happened?" He asks feeling anger surge through his body.
"He spilled hot coffee on me and then left without apologizing or trying to help me clean it up," you quietly say before more tears flow out of your eyes and you sob softly.
Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you in his room. He closes his door and pulls you in for a hug. You burry your head in his neck as you softly sob against him.
"You wanna know what I think?" He asks as he softly rubs your back and kisses the top of your head.
You pull back from him to look up at his eyes. "What?" You ask and he smiles softly.
"I think you look beautiful with a coffee stain on your shirt," he says with a grin and you smile as more tears fall out of your eyes. "Thank you," you softly whisper.
"C'mon doll, I've got a shirt that has your name on it," he smirks and you smile.
