𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

You walked into a nightclub and swiftly moved past dancing bodies before sitting down at the bar with a sigh.

You motioned for the bartender, "Can I get a whiskey on the rocks?"

He gave you an odd look, probably expecting you to order a cosmopolitan or martini, but began preparing the beverage nonetheless.

"Pain or pleasure?"

You looked over to the man on your right who was looking at you inquisitively with his icy blue eyes.

"Pardon?" You asked.

A much smaller blonde man who was sitting next to him spoke up, "What my friend means is, what're you here for? To drink your woes away or have fun?"

"Well hopefully a bit of both," you winked at the boys as the bartender handed you your drink.

The two men were left in awe as you made your way over to a table.

The one who had spoken to you first gave his friend a daring look. The blonde just rolled his eyes.

"C'mon!" He said dragging his friend over to your table. The two of them sat down across from you.

"I'm James," the brunette smiled. "But you can call me Bucky."

You looked over to the other man who simply gave you a nod, "Steve."

Bucky looked at you expectantly.

"I'm Y/N," you said before sipping your drink.

"Well Y/N," Bucky said as he stood up and held his hand out to you. "Do you like to dance?"

You smirked before taking his hand, "I do."

Steve just sighed as Bucky lead you to the dance floor. He knew this was just another one of his best friend's silly endeavors.

It wouldn't be the first nor last time Bucky tried to pursue a dame in an inappropriate setting. Steve was used to it.

To say that Bucky knew his way around the dancefloor, would be an understatement. The man spun you around like you weighed nothing.

The two of you clacked your shoes against the hardwood floor for hours on end, only stopping to get a drink every once in a while.

You'd never had so much fun in your life.

At some point, Steve had decided he'd had enough and wanted to leave.

He walked over to the bar where you and Bucky were laughing loudly and doing shots.

Steve knew Bucky was naturally this boisterous but it was obvious that you were drunk.

He patted his friend on the shoulder, "I'm gonna head home, Buck."

Bucky nodded, "Alright, I'll come too. It's getting late anyways."

"No you really don't have to," Steve said knowing that his friend was having the time of his life.

"I'm not letting you walk the streets alone, you could get kidnapped!" Bucky joked.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Ha ha! Very funny. And what about her?" He motioned toward you.

You were practically slouching over the bar table as you did another shot.

"Hey, doll. We're going to catch a cab, want a ride?" Bucky asked you.

You nodded your head aimlessly.

Bucky helped you get off the stool and you used his shoulder for balance.

The two men walked you out to the front of the building. It was past midnight, so there weren't too many cabs out.

After waiting for what felt like a century, Bucky and Steve helped you climb into the back of the cab.

You laid your head down on Bucky's lap, leaving little to no room for Steve to sit.

"You got an address for me?" The driver asked rudely.

"Hey Y/N, what's your address?" Steve asked.

You'd already fallen asleep though, and it didn't look like you'd be getting up anytime soon.

"Umm- should we just take her back to our place?" Steve asked Bucky.

Bucky nodded so Steve gave the driver their address.

Once they were there, Bucky pulled you out of the cab and tossed you over his shoulder.

They went inside and carried you up the stairs.

Halfway up, an elderly woman peeked out of her front door to see the two men carrying an unconscious woman up the stairs.

Bucky and Steve smiled and tried to explain the situation, but she just said something incoherent under her breath and shut the door.

Steve unlocked the door to their apartment quickly because at this point Bucky's arms were falling asleep.

The brunette went into his room and gently set you on his bed.

You stirred a bit, turning over on your side to get comfortable. Bucky quietly pulled a blanket over you before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

Steve was putting his shoes and jacket away. "I'm going to volunteer for the war, Buck. I'm heading down to the recruiting office tomorrow."

"Steve we already talked about this. You can't even defend yourself against a bully, you really think you'll be going toe to toe with ol' Adolf?" Bucky said agitated.

All Bucky really had was Steve, and he wasn't prepared to lose him.

He flopped down on the couch in exhaustion.

"I can at least try. I'm tired of sitting around feeling useless when there are men out there fighting for their lives and actually making a difference," Steve shouted before going into his room and slamming the door.

Bucky sighed and buried his face into one of the couch pillows before drifting off to sleep.

{𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 <3 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}