Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Candyman Pt. 2*

Bucky sat at a table with Steve and Sam nursing a beer. His eyes darted around the busy club. Nat and Wanda were dancing with Thor and Clint, Tony was at the bar with Rhodey and Bruce, and Vision was locked in a conversation with a bored looking Scott. Bucky wanted to be anywhere else. Years had passed since Steve recovered him from Hydra, but he still hated coming to clubs that provided live music. It reminded him of a certain girl from his past. One that he promised to return to, but never got the chance.

Despite his protests, Steve forced him to come. He said that Bucky needed to socialize more, that it would help his recovery. Bucky never mentioned you to Steve, not before his fall or after he recovered his memories of you. The moments he spent with you, the letters he received, were for him only. He refused to share you with anyone, so the memories would stay locked inside his head.

"Hey tin man, why do you look like you just sucked on a lemon?" Sam asked.

"I don't want to be here, pigeon boy." Bucky retorted.

"What, you don't like music?"

"I like music from the forties." Bucky grumbled, remembering the silkiness of your voice as you sang.

"Come on, Bucky. Just try to have a good time." Steve said. "I'll grab us another beer."

Steve left Sam and Bucky sitting at the table. Bucky's eyes drifted to the stage where the band that just finished was removing their equipment for the next act. He thought about the night he met you, how beautiful you looked in the shimmering gold evening gown with red lipstick painted on your lips, eyelashes curled to perfection, and smokey eyeshadow dusted onto your lids. He could still remember how you tasted and how your body felt against his on the shore of the lake in the French countryside.

The promise of a life with you had been taken from him. He had every intention of returning to you after the war and making good on everything he had said to you that night by the lake. But fucking Hydra stole that from him. They stole the life he should have had with you. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go back to the compound and forget about everything that could have been if he had just made it home from that goddamn war.

The thunk of a bottle being sat in front of him drew him from his memories and his eyes flitted to the stage one last time before turning away from it completely. He couldn't look anymore or else he would continue to think about you. His doll. The woman he would never have again.

Sam and Steve started up a conversation that Bucky half listened to while sipping his beer. He was biding his time until he was able to sneak out of the bar and spend the rest of the night wallowing in sorrow in his room. The crowd applauded as the next entertainer took the stage. The familiar strains of the song Bucky now heard only in his memories started and he squeezed his eyes shut. It was the song that you sang for him the first night you met.

He couldn't run out of the bar without Steve and Sam becoming suspicious and he didn't want to deal with an interrogation. He tried tuning out the music, but it was hopeless. Images of you flashed through his head and he felt the faint thrum of a headache starting. The singer sang the opening notes and Bucky's eyes popped open. It couldn't be. There was absolutely no way that this could be happening.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really had me working up an appetite

Bucky spun in his chair to face the stage and his mouth fell open. You were standing on the stage in a short golden dress, hair curled like a pin-up, red lips curved into a smile, and shimmering smokey eyes...looking just as young and beautiful as you had when he first met you over seventy years ago. Steve elbowed him and smirked when Bucky finally tore his eyes from you.