40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

bucky barnes - funny girl

summary: bucky x fem!reader
request by @BillieEisel
"a oneshot pairing a reader who wants to be a comedian in Broadway or already is one,"
*thank you for the request! I hope you like it!
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The theatre awed you; ever since you were a little girl, you'd been amazed by the spectacular performances.

You remember quite clearly the day the theatre in Brooklyn, New York was built and opened, and more importantly, the day your father took you to see a show before he was shipped off to fight in the war.

You were drawn to it; the lights, the sounds, the stage, the audience. You dreamed of being in the spotlight. It was your passion, and you longed to chase it.

But how would a girl like you end up on a Broadway stage, performing for an audience? You didn't have any money, and you certainly didn't have clothes suitable for an onstage appearance.

But you had determination. Several years after your father died in World War 1, you fully immersed yourself into the world of Broadway. And your hard work payed off - tonight was your first show.

You'd been cast as the lead role for a comedy play, and you couldn't have been any happier. Your heart surged with pride when you realized you had been chosen. The following weeks were dedicated directly towards the play. You were studying your script constantly.

Tonight was the night.

The cast got together for a short rehearsal, made sure everything was ready, and prepared for the audience.

  "It's showtime!"  The director called excitedly.

  The minute the curtain was drawn back, you felt your heart soar in your chest.  The audience was packed. 

  You recited your lines, letting yourself grin when the audience laughs.  When it was not your turn to speak, you turned toward the audience and scanned the crowd.

  For a moment, your eyes land on a pair of boys, one who particularly caught your attention.  You casually glanced at him, wishing for a moment, the performance could pause so you could drink in more of the boy. 

  The thought caught you abruptly; how could you think of stopping the play for a boy?  This was your dream.  You worked hard for this.  You almost felt ashamed of yourself, but quickly remembered you were onstage, and at that moment, it was your turn to speak. 

  But, as the show went on, you couldn't help stealing glances at the boy.  He had messy brown hair and a sharp jawline, and his pink lips were drawn into a dazzling grin.  His eyes sparkled against the stage lights, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. 

  And then, you made eye contact.

  You immediately focused directly on your performance, pushing away the thought of the boy.  He was not the priority right now. 

  As you recited your final line, the audience laughed and cheered.  The cast lined up on the front of the stage to bow. 

  You left the stage waving and smiling.  The show was a success! 

  "Great job, (y/n)!"  One of your cast mates calls to you. 

  "Thanks!"  You grin, heading backstage to grab your things.

  You exit the building and slip into the night.  You sigh, taking a moment to think.

  Finally, you'd been able to live the dream you'd been dreaming since you were a kid.  You look up into the starry sky, knowing your dad would be proud of you.  You let a smile tilt up your lips before starting off down the lamp-lit sidewalk to home. 

  "I'll see you around, Buck!"  You hear a voice say when you reach the corner of the street. 

  You glance over your shoulder to look, and your heart skips a beat.  The boy in the audience was walking down the street alone, hands stuffed in his pockets.  He looks up the moment you see him, and you catch a glimpse of the realization on his face before you cross the street. 

  "Hey!"  You hear his voice, and can't help but smile.  You bite your lip to hide it, and turn around with eyebrows raised as if just now noticing the boy.

  The boy jogs to catch up with you.  "Hey!  You're the funny girl!"  He pushes a lock of dark hair back from his forehead. 

  "Oh!  Yeah, I am."  You smile at him, trying not to stare at his features up close. 

  "You were amazing!  The show was great!"  The handsome boy says, and you feel your cheeks heat up a little. 

  "Thanks," You say, admiring the way his blue eyes shined in the lamp light.

  "My name's Bucky.  Bucky Barnes."

  "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)."  You reply.

  "D'ya mind if I ask where you're headed, (y/n) (y/l/n)?"  Bucky asks.

  "I'm just going home.  I live just a few blocks away."  You answer, shrugging your shoulders a little.  In the back of your mind, you wished you could be as funny as you were onstage, but with the boy right in front of you, you felt as if you'd lost all your words. 

  "Can I walk you there?  I'm down that way too."  Bucky offers, and your heart flutters.

  "Of course."  You reply, smiling again.

When you reach your home, Bucky grins at you again.

"It was nice meeting you, (y/n). The show was fantastic." He says when you reach the door.

"Thanks, it was nice to meet you, too, Bucky." You smile leaning your back against the door.

"Well, um, are you doing anything this weekend?" Bucky asks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Your heart flutters in your chest. "I'm free Saturday."

"Do you want to maybe catch a movie with me?" Bucky offers, smiling shyly. His sudden bashfulness was adorable to you, and you nod your head.

"Of course!"

After Bucky tells you the time he'd pick you up, and you enter your home after bidding him goodbye, a blush creeps onto your cheeks and your lips tilt into a grin.

Tonight really was a dream come true.