Inspired By Taylor Swift Series

Begin Again (Drabble) (Marvel)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

"What?" Sam over-exaggeratedly scoffs. "Me? Deceive my friends? I would never."

"You're the worst, you know that?" you huff into the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, you're pissed at me," Sam quickly dismisses. "But how'd it go?"

"I mean, it was fine. I guess I just don't get why you thought we'd click." In front of you, Bucky has to press his lips together to stifle the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth. You raise a finger to your lips, reminding him to stay quiet. Your phone remains pressed into the crook of your neck as Bucky places his hand on the small of your back to guide you to the other end of the pick-up counter. "It just- I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know? I mean, I know he's a little... rough around the edges, but he's a good guy once you get to know him."

"Yeah, I know," you dramatically sigh, winking at Bucky. "We just didn't have anything to talk about."

"Where are you?" Sam abruptly questions. "It sounds like there's people screaming in the background."

You look at the several dozens of people packed into the small hole in the wall and then to the actual employees behind the counter who, like Bucky promised, had to scream your order back at you to be heard over the hoards of people walking in and out. "I'm at some pizza dive in Brooklyn."

"You went all the way down to Brooklyn by yourself?"

"Yes, Mother," you scoff. "I'm perfectly capable of going to Brooklyn by myself."

"I know, but you hate driving in traffic," Sam continues, clearly sensing something is off with your story.

"And that's why I didn't drive," you easily reply.

"You took the train all the way down to Brooklyn? For pizza?" Sam chortles.

You look outside the shop window at Bucky's bike parked on the street, the same one Bucky had picked you up on earlier in the day. "Yeah, let's go with that."

"You're being weird. Why are you being weird?"

"Oh, right here!" Bucky calls, waving down the server that just screamed your order number.

You can practically hear the gasp of realization leave Sam's mouth at the sound of Bucky's familiar voice. "Was that Bucky? Are you with Bucky right now?"

"Oh, sorry, gotta go Sam! Bye!" you blurt.

"Wait-" he starts, before you quickly hang up the phone.

You and Bucky both share an amused look before you share a fit of laughter.

He hands you your plate, before taking your free hand in his and gently steering you through the crowd.

He guides you outside, to the large patio with rickety metal chairs that lines the sidewalk.

You place your phone on the table, watching as your phone screen lights up with text after text from Sam. Bucky winces apologetically, "That was my bad."

"Eh," you shrug. "We had our fun messing with Sam."

"You know, I really should've thought that one through, I'm supposed to head down to the VA with Sam and Steve tomorrow."

"Ouch," you playfully wince, taking your first bite. "Sam's definitely not going to let this go."

"No probably not," he laughs. He watches you purposefully maintain a neutral expression on your face as you eat your slice. "So, do I know the best pizza place or do I know the best pizza place?" he urges, waiting a moment before he takes a bite out of his slice.

"Okay, this is pretty good," you hum, a hand over your semi-full mouth, nodding your head.

"Good enough for a third date?"

You playfully scoff. "You had a third date when you agreed to help me mess with Sam."