𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

{Previously: Except this time his arms weren't there to keep you warm or make you feel safe.}

You barely ate or slept for weeks after finding out the news. And to make matters worse, Steve was galavanting around in enemy territory.

But a couple weeks later you got a call. On the other line was Steve, "Hey Y/N. I'm back in town, we should catch up. Meet me at the pub tonight at 8 o'clock."

That evening, you dressed decently and grabbed your coat because it was quite cold out.

When you arrived, Steve was already standing outside of the building.

You waved from the window of the cab you were in.

He walked over to the cab and helped you out before embracing you in a much needed hug.

"I saw the paper! Are you out of your mind!?" You shouted and slapped the boy on the arm playfully.

"Thanks for asking Y/N, I am okay and somehow managed to make it out alive." Steve mocked.

The words stood unspoken in your mind, "but bucky didn't."

"Yeah well I didn't ask, Dork." You said instead, keeping the mood light.

He led you into the pub with his hand on the small of your back protectively.

As you walked through the door, you realized how empty the place was and made a mental note to thank Steve. You couldn't really handle bustling excitement right then.

You had to blink a couple of times because the man sitting at the center of the bar, with his back facing you, looked awfully familiar.

As he turned around and waved to you and Steve, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Your heart quite literally skipped a beat and your vision blurred with tears of joy, "Bucky!" You said running over to him.

He'd barely gotten up and balanced himself before you ran into him full force, tackling him in a hug.

Luckily he was able to steady himself before wrapping his arms around you.

Steve stood by and watched the two of you with a smile on his face. He went over to the bartender to order drinks and give you two some privacy.

When you finally pulled away from Bucky you looked up at him to see a faded bruise on his cheekbone.

You brushed your fingertips over it and whispered, "I thought you were..."

"Dead?" He finished for you as he gazed into your eyes.

Your heart ached just reliving the moment you saw the telegram in your head.

"Yeah."

"Well I'm not," he said as he gave you his signature smirk. You used to want to slap that smile right off his face, but now it was comforting. "Thanks to not-so little Steve over there."

Steve laughed.

"I love you, Bucky," you thought. You couldn't form the words. All you could think about is that you finally got him back and you couldn't bear to lose him again if he didn't feel the same.

He kissed you once. That doesn't mean anything, unless of course you're Steve Rogers.

Bucky could see the gears turning in your mind, "What's wrong?"

You plastered on a smile, "Nothing."

Steve walked over with three drinks in his hand. "Here ya' go lovebirds."

You felt the heat rise to your face and quickly downed the drink so you could blame it on the alcohol.

And there you were. The three of you. Drinking and laughing like when you first met.

You could feel Bucky's stare as you swirled your drink in your hand.

"Yes?" You asked as your eyes met his.

"Dance with me," he said in a low whisper.

You laughed, "What? There's no dance floor or any music."

"Who cares? I could dance with you anywhere," he grinned.

You pressed your lips together in a fine line to keep from smiling too much.

He reached for your hand and pulled you away from the bar.

Once he'd gotten to a space that had enough room for dancing, he wrapped his hands around your waist and started stepping to the beat of the music in his head.

You shook your head at the silliness of the situation but snaked your hands around his neck and followed his lead anyway.

Steve stood by and made small talk with the bartender, occasionally glancing your way with a sweet smile.

Bucky danced with you for a while in silence before finally speaking up, "I'm sorry for scaring you, doll."

You were resting your head on his chest and could hear his heartbeat and the vibration of his voice as he spoke.

"It's fine, James. Just don't do anything like that ever again," you said lightly.

He chuckled and continued swaying with you.

"I won't," he whispered.