𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

xiii. BAR HEROES

You hated going to bars. However, your friends seemed to love them and, somehow, you always got dragged along to one on a Friday night. If you had to summarize why you hated bars in one word it would be 'people' for sure. They were sweaty and loud and usually found some way to make you uncomfortable.

Tonight was definitely no exception.

"Why don't I buy you a drink?" came a deep voice from behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to face the guy before you replied a low and discouraging "No." in his direction. The muscular blonde sat beside you on a bar stool. " Come on, baby, I'm sure you want one." he persisted, sliding over a brightly colored drink. The noise of the glass scraping the table was enough to send you into a fit but just as you opened your mouth to give this guy a piece of your mind, you were disturbed.

"No way! Are you who I think you are?" another male voice interrupted and you looked at the man in confusion. He leaned in to give you a hug and just as you were about to push him away he whispered something into you ear. "I can see this guy is making you uncomfortable so just roll with this. My name is Bucky."

You pulled away and furrowed your eyebrows for a moment before plastering a fake smile onto your face. "Wait a second, I remember you. You're Bucky. We've met a couple times before right. I'm (Y/N), I don't know if you remember me." Bucky's smirk yearns to pull through his equally as fake impression. "Yeah, of course I remember you (Y/N). We were up talking for hours after those parties, right?"

You nod, playing along, and the guy grows uncomfortable. "I'll be going now but I'll see you around sometime?" The guy asks you standing from his seat. "Probably not." Bucky replies for you before shoving the guy out of the way and taking his seat. The two of you laugh for several seconds at the guys confused expression, before he walks away.

"My name is actually (Y/N) by the way, I didn't make that up. It's (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"I'm James Buchanan Barnes but my friends call me Bucky."

"Does that make us friends, Bucky?"

"I suppose it does."