Bucky Barnes Imagines and One Shots - Book 4

Couples Resort

Bucky A/U

Summary: You booked a non-refundable/non-transferable holiday to a couples resort, but you're not longer a couple. What happens now?

Content warnings: Language, little angst, little fluff if you squint hard enough

You sat nervously in your seat, fidgeting with your fingers, looking out the window. You took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm your racing heart. You looked around and most of the people that surrounded you were happy, smiling even; you longed for that. 

You saw a couple sit in front of you, her sitting by the window and him next to her while they settled, looking at each other, smiling and laughing. They leaned into each other, and he placed a quick kiss on her nose making her giggle; you wanted to slap them both. 

You frowned to yourself as you took out your headphones and placed them on your lap.

People walked by you, not giving you a glance as they made their way to their seats. You shrunk down in your seat, trying to avoid any stares or gazes since you were sitting alone. Your head was down as you looked through your tablet, loading up the first of two movies you had planned to watch when you felt movement next to you. 

You froze in place, kept your head down, eyes to the side as your face started heating up from the anxiety you felt. You felt the presence next to you as they made themselves more comfortable. You knew who it was, you were just surprised to see him.

"I see you got my emails," you muttered to yourself. 

You heard a grunt next to you, but you didn't look over. 

"Figured you'd delete them and move on, something you're good at," you added. 

You heard an intake of breath followed by an exhale. 

"Didn't want to lose the money," was all your seat partner said. 

You snorted. He could well afford this whole damn trip on his own which only irritated you more. You found the strength and looked up, glancing at the person sitting next to you which was a mistake.

Bucky sat; legs spread out slightly touching yours as his tan pants formed around his thick thighs. Your eyes moved up his torso and found him in a blue button-down loose-fitting shirt that screamed relaxing beach vacation vibe as you looked into his bright blue eyes. They were laser focused on yours making you blush. 

Damn him. 

You quickly looked away and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked up and the cabin doors were closed, flight attendants were doing their final checks, then you glanced out the window, watching the grounds crew do their thing. 

"So, how have you been?" 

You snorted a little. 

"Fine." 

"Good."

 "You?" 

"Fine." 

"Good." 

That was that.

The safety announcements were made as the plane started backing away from the jetway, preparing for your flight to your all-inclusive resort; a trip you had booked with your then fiancé Bucky. If you knew then what had happened, you would never have booked this non-refundable couples love fest trip celebrating your engagement. 

You tried getting out of it, tried getting your money back, but the tour provider didn't want to hear how your then fiancé broke up with you only weeks after you booked the package. You were tight on money but had been saving for this beach trip for a year and with the possibility of losing it all because your ex was a dick to you made you nauseous.