Bucky Barnes X Reader One-shots

Swing-dance

Unfortunately I can't take any credit for that beautiful drawing so whoever made it bless you. 

The prompt: Tony's party and its 40s themed for Bucky, Steve, and the reader because they are from the 40s and Bucky asks the reader to swing dance with him!  requested by: wolves_howl21 I think because I'm a terrible forgetful person.

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"Why couldn't you have thrown a pool party instead? What about a foam party? Paint balling would have been fun, heck I would take anything over this." you rant to a curiously sober Tony whilst dozens of party-goers dressed in period dresses and uniforms brush past you both.

Long story short Tony had thrown a swing-dance party as Steve and Bucky both admitted they felt out-of-place at his usual bashes. And although you were all for a party and had absolutely nothing against Steve or Bucky (especially Barnes with that fine ass of his) you did have an issue with swing-dancing.

The issue being you couldn't do it.

Whilst other guests glided seamlessly over the dance floor like graceful gazelles you just stuck firmly to a wall, any wall, hoping that no-one noticed you. 

Your plan was working well until Tony sauntered over.

"Well ex-cuse me. This party isn't about you little-miss fancy pants. Plus you are rocking that flared red dress if I do say so myself. So you can't hate it THAT much." Tony winked as he crossed his arms, leaning on the wall for support.

"Well-" you pause to think "Well." Tony gives you a knowing look as your eyes trail over to the drop-dead gorgeous Barnes who was rocking a replica of his old uniform. 

"I-I-I-don't see your point. You must be delusional Stark." you manage to form a full sentence, but your eyes were still glued to the handsome soldier.

"See someon- I mean something you like? I beg your pardon." Tony covered his mouth in mock shock. "Shut up." you elbow him in the ribs.

"I'll take that as a yes." you scoff and begin to defend yourself but unbeknownst to you a certain someone had made their way over to you.

"Hey. What's a pretty dame like you doing standing here all alone?" you gulp, turning around ever-so-slowly. 

"Hey! (y/n) was just actually talking to me-" Bucky effortlessly pushed Tony aside. "I see how it is." Tony pouted as he strutted away. What a drama queen.

"I'm just- Chilling?" you phrase it more as a question than a statement. You mentally face-palm yourself. You hear Bucky snort.

"You look like you're doing anything BUT chilling (y/n). You look so God damn uncomfortable and nervous." Bucky took a step towards you and you instinctively backed away. 

"What?! I'm having the time of my life!" you nervously splutter "Yeah. Right." Bucky saw right through your lies. Curse him!

The music shifted to an up-beat tune and Bucky began to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"I-May we- I mean." he cleared his throat "Can I have this dance?" his right arm was outstretched, ready for you to take. Your heart was telling you yes, but your head was telling you no. What if you made a massive fool of yourself in front of all of these people? What if you accidentally knocked Bucky out when he tried to lift you? What if-

"Yes! I mean- I can't dance but-" you gingerly took his hand in yours. Bucky responds by yanking you closer to him and pulling you onto the dance floor.