Bucky Barnes X Y/n Oneshots.

I will never forget tonight.

The bar was humming with life, laughter spilling out from small groups seated around high-top tables and from those leaning on the long, polished bar counter. You had just ordered your drink, leaning casually against the counter, when someone settled in beside you.

"Whiskey, neat," the man said in a low voice, and you couldn't help but glance over.

It was him—the man you'd seen walk in just a few minutes before, who'd made your heart skip a beat. Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense blue eyes and dark hair that brushed just past his ears. Bucky Barnes, looking somehow both entirely at ease and completely out of place. He looked as if he'd come here out of habit, rather than interest, like he didn't really want to be here but was doing his best to blend in.

As his drink arrived, he nodded to the bartender, then turned, catching your eye. He held your gaze for a moment, one eyebrow raising slightly in intrigue.

"Noticed you were drinking alone," he said, his voice soft and just loud enough to hear over the noise of the bar.

"Guess that makes two of us," you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips. You clinked your glass against his. "Here's to that."

He grinned, a quick flash of amusement that faded too soon, like he wasn't quite used to showing emotion so openly. "I don't usually... do this," he admitted, glancing down at his drink before taking a sip.

"Do what?" you asked, tilting your head curiously.

"Make small talk in bars," he replied, a slight smirk forming at the corners of his mouth. "I'm a bit out of practice."

You chuckled, leaning in just a little. "Well, lucky for you, I'm pretty good at small talk. You can just nod and pretend you're keeping up."

A genuine laugh slipped out of him this time, and he relaxed, leaning his forearms on the bar beside you. "I'll try to keep up. What brings you here tonight?"

"Oh, just the need to unwind," you said, swirling your drink in your hand. "It's been a long week."

Bucky nodded, his expression softening as he seemed to understand. "Yeah, I get that. Sometimes it feels like life just... doesn't let up."

You glanced at him, noticing a flicker of something darker in his eyes, something that told you he understood more than you'd originally guessed. "Maybe you're the one who needs the unwinding more than I do," you said gently.

He gave a small smile, looking down at his drink again. "Yeah, you could say that."

You both lapsed into silence, a comfortable quiet that settled between you. After a few moments, you spoke up again. "So, what's a guy like you doing here, Bucky Barnes?"

His eyes widened slightly at the mention of his name. "You know who I am?"

"Sure," you shrugged. "Avenger, famous super-soldier... kind of hard to miss."

He chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Guess I'm not as subtle as I thought."

"Not quite," you said, laughing. "But hey, we're both here, so maybe there's a reason for it."

A slow smile crept onto his face, his gaze lingering on you a beat longer than usual. "Maybe there is."

The night wore on, and you found yourself talking about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily. 

Bucky was quiet, yes, but he was attentive, thoughtful. He listened as if every word you said mattered, his eyes never straying far from yours. 

By the time you both were halfway through your second drinks, you felt as though you'd known him for years, even though you barely knew him at all.

"So," he said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you, "what's something you've always wanted to do?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, smiling. "I guess I've always wanted to dance in the rain, like in those old movies. The dramatic scenes, where everything's beautiful and just a little bit reckless."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Dancing in the rain? That's it?"

"Yeah. I know, it's silly," you said, laughing. "But there's just something about it."

"Not silly," he murmured, his gaze turning thoughtful. "I... get it."

You looked at him, struck by the softness in his voice. 

There was something vulnerable in him, a tenderness that surprised you. 

He seemed to notice you staring, and he quickly downed the last of his drink, setting the glass down with a bit more force than necessary.

"So," he said, clearing his throat, "any plans after this?"

"None in particular," you said, eyeing him with a hint of curiosity. "Why? You got something in mind?"

He hesitated, then stood, offering you his hand. "Come with me."

Moments later, you found yourself outside, the night air cool against your skin. 

As you looked up at the star-speckled sky, a soft drizzle began, dotting your face with cool raindrops.

 Bucky held your hand, leading you out onto the empty street. He turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he held out his arms.

"Here's your chance," he said, voice low. "Dance in the rain."

You laughed, feeling giddy. "You're actually serious?"

He shrugged, his usual seriousness breaking into a grin. "Why not? The night's young."

You took his hands, stepping closer, and together you started to sway to the rhythm only the two of you could hear.

 The rain began to fall a bit heavier, and you both laughed, spinning and twirling on the empty street, letting the world around you fade away. 

His hands were warm, his grip firm and steady, and as he pulled you close, you felt your heartbeat quicken.

The night around you was dark, the raindrops shining in the lamplight as they soaked you both, and all at once, you felt something shift between you.

Slowly, Bucky's movements stilled, his hands still resting on your waist. 

He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with something you'd only dreamed of seeing. 

You took a shaky breath, feeling the rain soak into your skin as you reached up, gently brushing a few drops from his cheek.

"Thanks for... this," you whispered.

He smiled, leaning down slightly. "Anytime."

You weren't sure who closed the distance first, but in the next moment, his lips were on yours, soft and warm, tasting faintly of whiskey and something sweet. 

You melted into him, your hands moving up to wrap around his neck as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

 The rain continued to pour around you, drenching you both, but you didn't care.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you tight.

"So," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "Think you'll remember tonight?"

"Are you kidding?" you replied, grinning. "I'll never forget it."

Bucky smiled, the same soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. 

For once, he didn't seem to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

For once, he looked... happy. And in that moment, as you stood with him, soaked through in the rain, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.