Chapter 7: Mile high club

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"You ready, baby?" Bucky asked you as he led you by the hand towards the private jet.

"Yeah, I guess so. This is insane, I've never been on one of these before."

"There's a first time for everything, right, kitten?"

"Kitten? That's a new one."

"Ugh you two are so in love it's disgusting." Natasha groaned with an exaggerated gag as she walked besides you guys."

"Romanoff, you know damn well you were worse with your ex girlfriend Mar-"

"Don't invoke her name."

Bucky chuckled.

The two of you sat next to each other and buckled your seatbelts for the takeoff.

It was so fancy, big plush leather seats, wood floors, TVs with gaming setups that Steve and Sam were currently occupying, and a shit ton of alcohol.

Bucky poured you some whiskey and then poured some for himself afterwards.

"Cheers." You said as the two of you clinked glasses.

The alcohol burned your throat a bit but in the best way.

Natasha was drumming the side table with Sam's drumsticks, trying to figure out a new beat.

"Hey, guys! What do you think of this?" She asked, and she began to tap to the beag she just created.

Steve came up and stood next to her.

"I like it, Buck, Sam?"

"It's bitchin'" Sam said, making you laugh.

"If we add a little bass to it and some electric guitar, I think it'd be the perfect single for our new album. What do you think, Y/n?" Bucky said.

"It's very good! I'd love to hear the rest of it!"

"I'll have to work on some lyrics, this should be a song about falling in love in New York...we should call it something like Sweet Blvd." Bucky said, giving you a wink.

You blushed, this song was definitely going to be about you. Bucky had wanted to write a song about you ever since the day the two of you met, he just never got around to it.

You loved watching the band work and put together what will probably be a top charting song.

Later, everyone was winding down with alcohol, and you put your earbuds in to listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers.

You closed your eyes and zoned out, blocking out the sounds of everyone bickering about what the album's title should be.

You hadn't known you dozed off until the sudden landing startled you awake. Bucky was seated next to you.

"We're here, sleepy girl." He whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to smile at him,

"Thanks, baby. But I think the earthquake that was the landing let me know."

He chuckled before pecking your lips.

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