Bucky Barnes Imagines and One Shots - Book 4

The Halloween Party

Avengers Bucky

Summary: You're new at the compound and are invited to the annual Halloween party and of course the man you've been crushing on will be there. Will your costume be enough for him? What happens when Sharon intervenes and does something bad? Will you forgive Bucky?

Content warning: Language, body insecurities by the reader, Sharon is a mean cow, little angst, fluff

A/N - Yeah, I made Sharon mean in this...sorry for anyone who likes her.

"So, you're going to the Halloween party on Saturday?" Brooke asked. 

You looked at her and shrugged. 

"Not sure yet." 

Truth was, you were a little scared to go because you had heard that everyone was going to be there, and you were the newbie. You had arrived at the compound a few months ago; sent up from the city to live alongside the Avengers. You were an aircraft mechanic and were damn good at your job. Brooke was your co-mechanic who showed you around the compound, giving you the ins and outs of it all and was starting to become one of your good friends.

"I don't have a costume," you reminded her. 

"Babe, just throw in 'slutty' before any costume you were thinking of going as. They'll eat that shit up," she winked at you. 

"Easy for you to say, you're like perfect and I'm...not." 

You looked down at your feet and frowned. And did you really want to go as a slutty cow? Or a slutty zombie to begin with? You looked over at Brooke and then back down at your computer you sat in front of, focusing on the little ghost figurine you put there a week ago. 

Brooke was tall, slim, freakishly fit and active. You were none of those things...well...apart from active. You walked and did a bit of yoga here and there, but you never frequented the gym or pool, and weightlifting and aerobics were not your thing at all. 

The sweating and the people there watching you, feeling like they were judging you even though they probably weren't, but you could never get past those thoughts. Your anxiety was getting anxiety thinking about it all.

You preferred hiding in your coveralls at work, or sweatpants and baggy shirts on your down time. You were what most consider curvy and were still trying to find beauty in yourself. 

"Brooke, there's like two types of girls at Halloween parties. The ones who put on a pair of cat ears with a slimming body suit or tight dress and look hot, and then there's the other kind who go all out with fake blood and gore, never anything in-between. I tend to fall into the category of the latter." 

You sat back and sipped your coffee. 

"Maybe this party can be the exception?" Brooke winked at you making you snort at your screen. 

You were finishing a report on the last jet you serviced. 

"Well, there's lots of time to think about it, but I wouldn't wait much longer. I've heard the Halloween parties here get pretty crazy, so you don't want to miss out." Brooke winked at you then headed out of your office.

You sat back in your chair and thought about it. Sure, it would be a fun night out, something different to do. You haven't really met a lot of other people outside of your day-to-day job. But the fact that it was a costume party, you didn't want to go to the effort and be laughed at, made fun of, or ignored. 

Picking out a costume always gives you mad anxiety, so you usually avoid wearing them, or going to Halloween parties altogether. You settle on wearing cute pumpkin shirts or generic shirts with Halloween sayings like 'Boo' or 'Trick or Treat' on them to make yourself festive for the season instead.