She's got tangled hair and cigarettes
Cursing like a sailor on the ocean in her eyes
But she's not my type at all
Bucky was taught by his parents that women were supposed to be elegant and quiet. They said that if she's loud, obnoxious, and all the bad things, he shouldn't bother taking her out on a second date. But that was over 70 years ago.
Now, in the 21st century, where he lived with his best friend in a tower with other special agents, and super people, women were outspoken and obnoxious and loud. Everything his parents told him to stay away from. However, he likes this new generation. He likes seeing women in control because he'd always known that women were not just meant to stay at home to take care of children. They could kick ass if they wanted to, just ask Natasha Romanoff.
Bucky had taken a liking to Agent Y/L/N. She was badass, a replica of Romanoff's abilities. They were known as the twin agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Personality wise, the two couldn't be anymore different. Y/N was more of a lone wolf. She didn't enjoy public outings with her friends, not even Natasha. She enjoyed sitting on the rooftop of the tower, smoking a cigarette during the ungodly hours of night. Bucky saw her up there once, her feet dangling from the edge. Her hair was in a messy bun, strands of it falling out of the loose hair tie. She turned around after hearing him laugh when she accidentally dropped her cigarette, a string of unnecessary profanities escaping her overly bitten lips.
Five star dinner with a t-shirt on
Laughing too loud and a bit too long
And I think she's not my type at all
"What are you doing up here, Barnes?" she asked, pulling out another cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of an over-sized flannel she had over her body.
"Couldn't sleep." He sat beside her, nudging her to scoot over so he could be more comfortable. "What about you?"
"I just don't wanna sleep just yet."
"It's 3 AM." Bucky pointed out. "When are you planning to sleep?"
"I don't know." She blew out the smoke from inside her mouth, turning her attention back to the city. The lights were dimmed and the only noise that was able to be heard was the taxi tires screeching as it drove too quickly across the streets. "Want a smoke?"
He nodded, "Haven't had one since the 40's."
And they sat there that early Tuesday morning, smoking cigarettes and laughing a bit too loudly. So loud that the apartment across from where they sat, turned on their lights. The owner poked her head out the window and loudly "shh'd" them. This only caused them to laugh harder leading the lady to threaten to call the cops. They swore they would quiet down, but of course they didn't. Ever since that night, Tony kept the rooftop on lockdown after 10 pm and Bucky has been trying to convince himself that he wasn't falling in love with the Agent.
She's got pieces of me, wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven
No she's not my type at all
No she's not my type at all
She's got a plastic ring on her left hand from her boyfriend
And a chip on her shoulder from her mom
And she's not my type at all
The next time Bucky and Y/N shared another moment was a Saturday night, two weeks since their last encounter. Tony threw another party, inviting all his famous friends and all of the Avengers were required to make an appearance to show a uniform front to the public. Even Thor showed up for the event.
