Avengers: Preferences/Imagines

-Bucky/imagines_r_great

10. If you don't love me say it, go on.

1940's

You loved him. He was one of your best friends and you loved him.

Bucky and Steve had invited you out for the night and you knew what that meant. You and Steve talking to yourselves while Bucky and some random girl from the bar danced and laughed in each others arms. You should have just stopped tormenting yourself and said that you were busy, but there you were, sat in your polka-dot dress, hair curled and red lips. You were all dolled up but you knew the effort would go unnoticed and his eyes would never leave the beautiful woman on his arm to glance at you.

He twirled her around and pulled her back into him, the jazz music floated through the air and would bring a smile to your face any moment but this one. Your other best friend's voice ripped you away from staring at the scene in front of you that brought nothing but jealousy and heartache. "Let's dance."        "Steve, I'm sorry but I don't really feel like dancing right now."         "You can't continue sitting around and waiting for him to finally realise what's been in front of him this whole time, this isn't good for you and honestly you deserve to have fun." His hand reached out for your's and tentatively you placed your fingers then palm in his, moving towards the dance floor your eyes seemed to find him immediately but as quick as it had happened, you looked back to Steve.

For the remainder of night you barely even noticed that Bucky was still there. That was until it was time to leave at least, you and Bucky had just walked Steve home, his female companion departing with another man and now it was just you two. Alone. Continuing to walk home in silence you couldn't help but notice he kept glancing at you and shaking his head. Whipping around you decided to unleash your aggravation and frustrations on the main cause of them, "What exactly do you keep looking at James Barnes?"         "Why did you dance with Steve tonight?"        "Excuse me?"        "Why did you dance with Steve tonight when you never usually do?"        "He's my friend Bucky! Our friend actually Bucky, or has your head been between too many legs to remember even that!" The shocked look on his face quickly flashed to confusion and anger. "Why do you even care about any o' that stuff?"        "Because I'm in love with you Bucky!" Simultaneously both you and he froze at the same time, you both stood there. Staring at each other. In silence, "Bucky?... Can you please say something?...Listen I get it, I love you and you don't. I just need to hear you say it. If you don't love me say it, go on."        "I love you." Before you could understand what was happening lips were touching and the rest of the night faded away into professions of love, lips and Bucky.

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