[the avengers ➼ imagines]

bucky barnes ≫ 1940's

Requested by: melii365 , I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing this request. Sorry it took so long!
Word Count: 845
Warnings: Bucky Barnes, that should be a definite warning.

You sauntered into the sitting room of your apartment. The room was dim, the only source of light being the small candle you had placed around the small room. The smooth sound of Sinatra set the mood as it played from a speaker in the corner of the room.

You turned to the long, gold framed mirror that hung on the walls of your apartment. You gasped inaudibly as you took sight of the person staring back at you. It didn't look like you at all. Your brown hair was styled into pin curls, something that took a little bit of practice for you to get it right. Your lips were coated generously in a deep cherry red lipstick, the red contrasting with your Amber eyes. You definitely felt like you'd just came from the 40's.

Your eyes fell to your body, you had especially bought a dress to go with the evening you had planned. It was a simple black dress. The skirt of the dress puffed out slightly, the design of the dress complimented your figure nicely. You brushed the dress slightly, to get rid of any creases and sighed in accomplishment at your finished look.

Just as you were grabbing a bottle of red wine for Bucky and yourself, you heard the front door open. You let out a nervous breath, hoping that what you had planned wouldn't overwhelm Bucky in anyway. You stepped out into the sitting room, bottle of wine and two glasses in hand, waiting for Bucky to enter.

"Is that Sinatra? Melina, why are you playing Sina..." Bucky's voice trailed off as he stepped into the sitting room. His eyes trailing around the room, before they stopped on you. His mouth fell open, eyes widening at the sight of his best girl. You.

"Close your mouth, Sarge, you'll catch flies." You spoke, winking at the man before you.

"Doll? What is this?" Bucky asked curiously. He dropped his backpack to the floor, taking off his leather jacket.

You shrugged slightly, "I don't know really. I just felt like planning a night that you might feel more comfortable attending rather than one of Tony's parties with that stupid rave music." You smiled, setting down the glasses to pour wine for each of you.

Once you had finished, two arms wrapped around your waist. Bucky picked you up off of the ground, spinning you around.

You laughed loudly at his actions, Bucky grinned at the beautiful sound of your laugh. It was his favourite sound ever.

"Thank you so much, Doll." Bucky whispered, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He gently placed you on the ground again.

Your brought your hand up, softly caressing his cheek. "Anything for you, Buck." You pressed your lips to his in a soft, passionate, but quick kiss."

"You wanna dance?" Bucky offered, his breath fanning across your face. You inhaled gently, his signature musky smell lingered on his flannel shirt. You smiled happy, the smell comforting to you.

"Buck, you know I can't dance to save myself. I'll step on your toes, and most likely break them." You chuckled, looking down at the small heels on your feet. Uncomfortable but they looked good.

"Come on doll." Bucky whined, pulling you to the centre of the room. "I'll teach ya."

Bucky pulled your body close to his own, no space between your bodies. Your faces were inches apart from one another, your lips almost brushing against each other. Bucky's arm snaked around your waist, his large hand caressing your smaller body. He brought your arm up to settle on his shoulder. His hand gently grabbed your own, intertwining your fingers.

"See, you got this part right. Now all we gotta do is dance." In the background, another song started. You weren't sure of the name of it, but it was fitting for the moment."

Bucky took control of the dance. He spun your body gently around the room, and pulled you back in close. You both waltzed around the room, following the rhythm of the music. Your eyes fell to your feet every so often to make sure that you weren't going to step on Bucky's toes.

"Eyes on me doll." Bucky spoke, after you looked down at your feet once again. "Don't worry, you ain't gonna step on my feet. Just relax."

Just as Bucky said, you relaxed. Bucky's head rested gently on your shoulder, his breath fanning on your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled you even closer to his body, placing a kiss on your collar bone.

The song in the background ended, though you Bucky took no notice and continued dancing. Bucky soon spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Meli, doll, I can't thank you enough. What you did for me tonight." He gestured around him. "All of this is amazing, you're amazing. I love you." He grinned, you could see tears welling up in his eyes.

"I love you too, Barnes." You smiled, leaning into kiss his lips. "More than you could ever imagine."

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