SHOOTING OF FALCON & THE WINTER SOLDIER
You slammed the door behind you, taking in deep breaths. You were never going back to that bar ever again. You slid down the door slightly and ran a hand on your face, relaxing and pushing yourself off the door.
Once you got up, you saw Bucky standing there with a mug of coffee, wearing a loose red t-shirt and black basketball shorts.
"(y/n)?"
Oh god you were so fucked
"U-um, hey soldier," you grinned sweetly, mentally smacking yourself for stuttering. (y/n) Celastiel doesn't stutter. Ever. Bucky cocker a suspicious eyebrow at you.
"What... where did you go? It's past midnight." he asked, placing his coffee down on the table, crossing his arms at you.
"Um, nothing. I mean, no where, hahaha."
"Just tell me what happened doll."
So... he wasn't mad..? Bucky usually was very flustered with you around. Now, you just blushed cause he called you doll. You gulped and put your hands in front of you, as if to reassure him. Maybe if you said it quickly it would be over quickly..?
"Okay, but you have to promise me you won't get mad—"
"What. Happened."
"Okay, yeah, so, um," you paused, fiddling with your fingers, taking a deep breath. "I was minding my own business—"
"BULLSHIT!"
"I WAS!"
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