The Junk Drawer

Wasn't That Drunk

(For RaevynBarton 's contest) (Hope it isn't too late!)

Bucky's POV

It all started the day that Stark decided to throw one of his famed parties. There'd be food, drinks, awkward social interactions and small talk, the whole nine yards. Nobody else seemed to have the same trepidation as me; they had all been to parties like this before.

I haven't been to a party since the 1940s and something tells me that there wouldn't be swing music playing at this one.

I approached Steve with my dilemma. Him being my best friend and all, I hoped maybe I could receive some good advice.

I hoped wrong.

"So you're nervous about Tony's party tomorrow?" Steve asked me for the umpteenth time. He didn't seem to understand that I wanted him to help me with my nervousness, not remind me of it every time he got confused.

I ran my hand frustratedly through my hair. "Well, 'course I am. You know how long it's been since I've been to a party."

Steve smirked at me, his arms crossed. "Is the great James Buchanan Barnes intimidated by a little party? I never expected this of you."

I scoffed. "Punk."

Steve just rolled his eyes at me. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. I'll be there the whole time, pal." He gave a reassuring pat to my shoulder and I nodded gratefully.

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Tonight was the night of Tony's party and I was officially ready. Nothing was going to stop from walking in there being confident and self assured, ready for a good time.

I saw Steve talking to Sam over near the bar and approached them.

"Hey, Bucky!" Steve smiled at me, slapping me on the shoulder. "Getting a drink?"

I nodded. "Yeah, of course." I told the bartender what I wanted, and then struck up a conversation with Sam and Steve about past missions and other various topics. The music over the speakers throbbed in my ear and I realized that music of this era has truly taken a sharp turn since the music I listened to back in the 40s.

I was laughing along about a joke that Sam made when I saw her. Possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. Which is really saying something considering I've been around for quite sometime.

She was standing in the center of the dance floor, holding a drink in both hands as she chatted away with some other people around her, talking animatedly and laughing with her nose wrinkled.

It was (Y/N).

Ever since Steve introduced me to her about five months back, she'd always been on my mind. Her sparkling (E/C) eyes, dazzling smile, cheerful laugh, and still badass demeanor made me ever so enchanted by her.

"Bucky?"

I blinked a few times realizing I had been staring, and turned to Steve, who had been waving a hand in front of my face.

"What were you looking-" He didn't even finish his sentence. As soon as he saw (Y/N) from across the room he turned back to me and smiled.

"Go talk to her."

I shook my head. "No, no. I can't. Besides, I think she has a boyfriend."

Steve placed both hands on the back of my shoulders and pushed me forwards. "Honestly, Bucky, has that ever stopped you before?"