Summary - You know what kind of man he is. A liar. The sort of man that promises everything under the sun. The sort of man that promises dreamy nights and delivers lonely mornings. You only wish his lies weren't so sweet.
Originally Published - June 29, 2023
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I've been thinking a lot about If You Lie Down With Me. It reminds me a lot of Bucky Barnes.
1940's Bucky Barnes.
A bit of a sweet talker, never too serious, always with a wry smirk and his next charming remark on the tip of his tongue.
He'd be standing in a dark, smokey room. Whiskey clinging to his breath.
Standing at the edge of the crowded party, he waited for a while to see what sort of trouble tonight would bring him.
He'd found his trouble exactly thirty minutes ago. His eyes were drawn to the door the moment you walked in.
Bingo.
Now, all he had to do was wait. His father always told him to bide his time, that good things came to those that waited.
The music roars over the sound of his stuttering heart, though no one would ever guess that with the mischievous smirk on his face paired with a wicked glint in his eye.
His eyes just keep finding you. He can't help himself.
They rake over the room over and over. It doesn't matter, nothing else catches his eye. Nothing else draws him in. Just you.
You stand as far away from him as humanly possible, chatting amongst your group of girl friends, pretending like he isn't even there. He expected no less.
It seemed like you paid him no mind, but Bucky Barnes was a perceptive man.
He noticed that flicker in your expression when you saw him and Steve standing on the outskirts of the party.
He wasn't dense either, he knew you'd spent the better part of a month avoiding him. It was dumb luck that brought you two to the same party tonight or maybe fate was on his side. He smirks at the thought, there was no fighting fate after all.
Steve lightly nudges Bucky's side after spending several minutes trying to talk to Bucky. "Buck?"
Bucky's eyes quickly shift away from his unabashed staring, "Yeah?"
"You've got the look of someone who is about to do something very stupid," Steve admonishes. Steve chastises himself, he should've known better, Bucky wasn't one to hug the wall at a party. Normally, Bucky had a girl on his arm and was trying to find a date for Steve, of course he was just looking for his opportunity to stir the pot, "Which means we should probably go."
"Go?" Bucky loudly guffaws, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of Steve's suggestion, "The party just started!"
"Please, Bucky, I don't wanna start anything tonight," Steve quietly pleads, Steve already hated parties, and he hated parties even more when Bucky was being a bit of a troublemaker.
"We came to have fun, Steve, and fun is what I intend to have. Live a little!" Bucky cajoles, nudging Steve with his elbow.
"Bucky," Steve groans, picking the skin on his fingers. "Please don't."
"I won't start anything I can't finish, Stevie. Don't you trust me?"
"Not particularly," Steve retorts.
Bucky claps a hand over Steve's frail shoulder, "Smart man, Steve. It's why we're friends."
"You're about to do something stupid, aren't you?"
