Bucky Barnes Prompts - Head canons, Ideas, and Avengers Prompts

Hydra Nightclub AU - Stucky

(sitting in a booth like x-men first class)

Bucky is a stripper/waiter/prostitute.

He walks seductively through the place.

Hips swaying and hair in a messy bun.

black booty shorts/white shirt/bow tie/bootheels

"Your drinks Sir- Sirs."

Alexander Pierce owns the club.

"Ah yes. Well done Buchanan."

"Thank you Sir." He says taking finished plates.

'Greet this fine gentlemen Buchanan. You didn't forget your manners now did you?"

"No Sir."

"Well then?"

"Am I allowed to make eye-contact Sir?"

Pierce turns to Steve, "Can he look at you?"

"Yes?"

"You can look at him Buchanan."

Bucky ushers a plate onto his tray, "Do I smile?"

Pierce motions to Steve, "Yes yes of course. Why-"

Bucky whips hair out of his face, "Good evening Sir Steve. Welcome to the Hydra Nighclub. The finest services on Earth." He finishes with a white smile.

Pierce slams his fist on the table and Bucky jumps, nearly dropping the tray with all the glasses on it.

"Again!"

Bucky swayed his hair left and right, trying to seem light and careless. Breaking out into a summer smile, warm and uncaring.

"Good evening Sir Steve. Welcome to the Hydra Night club. The finest services on Earth. Owned by infamous Alexander Pierce." He says his eyes wide and shoulders vulnerable.

Pierce breaks into a sly grin.

"That was unscripted but much better."

Bucky breaks eye contact and hauls the tray up waiting for permission to leave.

Pierce strikes up conversation with Steve again before blinking his way and motioning with his hand to leave.

"Oh wait, Buchanan."

Bucky stops in his tracks and slowly turns around.

"Yes Sir?"

"Come back in fifteen minutes."

"Yes Sir." He begins walking sultry again.

"Oh and tell Rumlow to send more mozzarella sticks."

Bucky is halfway through the dance floor but turns to curtsy anyway.

Pushing the door open with his body, he entered the kitchen and groaned.

"Sir Pierce and guest would like more mozzarella sticks."

Rumlow shouted, "On it!"

He's one of the only people who actually like working here.

Once they came out Rumlow came over to hand them off.

"Thank you." Bucky sighed depressed.

"Tough night?"

"You know I hate working here."

"I know. What's wrong?"

"I fucking hate working for him and being his slave and and being a piece of ass he can sell! I'm a person! Not a sex object."