Marvel Imagines

Bucky Barnes- Motorcycle

(Song: Back in Black by ACDC
Requested on the A/N)

Bucky hesitantly picks up his coffee, giving Steve a look and he laughs. Bucky frowns and sets down his coffee.

"C'mon, Buck, I swear it's good. Trust me," Steve says softly, taking a sip from his own coffee and smiles. "See? Not poisonous,"

"But what if I die from this? Isn't there more sugar than actual coffee?" Bucky huffs and takes the straw into his mouth, taking a small sip and chokes. "Jesus motherfu-"

Steve clears his throat and motions to a young boy with his eyes, and Bucky swallows his words and sets down the coffee.

"That was disgusting. I'm never letting you talking me into anything ever.." A motorcycle pulls up to the cafe and Bucky looks outside, momentarily forgetting how to speak as a women shuts off the Harley and climbs off. She pulls off the helmet, shaking out her (h/c) hair and straights out her leather jacket. "..again,"

Steve, noticing Bucky's pause, follows his line of sight and blinks. The women's strutting up to the cafe, pushes open the door and when she enters, Bucky perks up.

"Go talk to her," Steve says, but Bucky quickly shakes his head and deflates. "Buck. Go talk to her,"

He grunts. "What would I even say?"

"Ask her about her motorcycle," Steve says easily, grinning when Bucky swallows nervously. He decides to help his friend out and holds up his fingers, beginning to list of topics they could discuss. "What's her name, if she has a job, any family, what shampoo she uses-" Bucky's head shoots up and Steve snorts. "What? Her hair looks great. You could really use whatever she does,"

"Okay," Bucky sucks in a deep breath, but doesn't move. "What if she's scary. I mean, she looks like an assassin-"

"Great. Something you two already have in common,"

Bucky growls. "What if she's a HYDRA assassin in disguise,"

The women gets her coffee and sits a few tables away, giving Bucky a perfect view as she sips her drink and gets whipped cream on her nose. Bucky watches as she pouts, using a napkin to wipe it off.

"Yeah. A total HYDRA agent for sure,"

Bucky huffs, stands and walks over to her because he can do this. He knows he can. He's faced bigger, scarier man that her. He shouldn't be this intimidated. But as he stops next to her table, she looks up and his palms begin to sweat.

Without meaning to, Bucky blurts out, "I like your hair," and stiffens.

The women sits there for a second before gigging, and Bucky swears he's never heard anything more innocent. "Um, thank you? You've got great hair, too,"

He smiles weakly. "I think I'll go-"

"Why don't you sit?" She asks, clicking off her phone and smiles. "We could talk hair products if you'd like,"

Bucky doesn't know what to say, but sits down anyways. He tries to think of any of the topic starters Steve had listed but comes up empty handed.

"I'm (Y/n), by the way," The women, (Y/n), says, licking her lips after taking a particularly large sip. "And my favorite color is (f/c). How about you?"

Bucky sighs because he knows you're perfect and he'll have a hard time letting you go.