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Wishful Thinking For @rebeccahasnolife warnings: cursing, tony has a (metaphorical) stick up his ass & there's one scene on the jet where steve is out of character pls dont come after me i know that's not how he really is but i did it for comedic purposes !
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"I may as well be Jay Gatsby, I mean, look at this place!" Tony stood on the balcony overlooking the enormous room, marveling at the dark, pulsing crowd below.
"Remind me again why we're throwing a party the night before a huge mission." Rhodey observed the crowd as well, leaning his forearms against the edge of the balcony's railing.
"Think of it as a last hurrah before we're pitched into the center of utter destruction." Tony looked at him over the rim of his tinted glasses, raising his champagne glass.
Rhodey scoffed and shook his head, staring at the sardine can below his feet before shrugging and clinking his own glass with his best friend's. With a single gulp, the rest of his drink was spilled down his throat.
Tony quickly became tense and eyes squinted as he caught sight of you in the corner of the room. "Who's that with Y/n over there?"
"You can't tell by the hair? That would be the one and only, Bucky Barnes."
Tony but his bottom lip, lifting his upper lip to expose his teeth in contemplation. "Hold my drink."
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"And to that I replied, 'I thought you were smaller' !" Bucky laughed at his own dialogue. "It was great. I'll never forget the look on his face."
You laughed as well, shaking your head. "I can imagine. You and Steve are quite the Joey and Chandler, huh?"
"Hey I think I got the reference! It's from that show called...Buddies! Right!?" Bucky seemed very proud of himself. "And yeah, I guess you could say we are."
"It's called Friends, but I'll give you an A for effort." You winked.
"Same thing!" He defended himself between laughs. His hair fell in front of his eyes and he hastily pushed the strands behind his ear, slightly fixing the low bun behind his head with his right hand.
"New hairstyle?" You asked.
"You like it?"
"Oh, I'm just swooning!" You laid the back of your hand on your forehead and tilted your head back dramatically.
"Shut up." He laughed.
He looked down at his shoes and then back up at you. His deep brown eyes caught yours without trying, and he stood staring. He wanted to step closer, to be so close that he could feel the the pull of energy between the two of you, but instead he laughed again, quieter this time.
