Bucky Barnes Imagines

Clueless

50's Bucky. Not really a greaser or a soc, just Bucky.

Another year of school. Thankfully it was senior year and that meant soon you'd be free from the idiots that swarmed the building you'd been in for so many years. However not all your peers were that way. You managed to befriend two boys that could make your day better. (Even though you were all technically friends before any of you could talk.)

Steve Rogers was a charmer to most. An athlete with the golden hair and blue eyes of his war hero father. He knew everything social, but he never actually got involved. He also was goofy and could cheer you up when you were feeling down.

James Barnes or Bucky to anyone other than his mother was more reserved and really only spent time with you and Steve. He was also smart, intellectually just like you. He had a beautiful smile, and though he didn't speak much, he was always observant. He could read you like an open book, so when you said you were "fine", he would instantly hug you and comfort you until you really were okay.

Currently you had just met Bucky at his house on your way to school. Steve was already there for early exercises.

"Hey Buck." You hugged him and he ruffled your hair. "Don't do that James. You haven't done that since third grade." You whined.

"Well fine then n/n I'm sorry I was being annoying"  he laughed wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Then you pushed him off of you teasingly and he did the same to you.

You finally reached the school. Bucky walked you to your first class despite your protests of him possibly being tardy.  Then you were met with Steve.

"Hey n/n. What's happening?" he sat down beside you seeing as you were partners.

"Nothing really. But hey at least this half of the year is almost over." You began to start reading.

"Well you know now that it's fall and getting closer to winter it's gonna get cooler."  Steve mentioned as he worked on an essay for another class.

"Thank the Lord. I've been so hot lately."

You continued to read on the free day until it was time to change class. Steve walked with you because he has the next class with you. Nothing really happened in science. In art you and Steve worked on another project together. You both were painting a dog. At lunch Bucky met the two of you and you all sat outdoors today.

"I made an A on my history assignment." Bucky beamed.

"That's wonderful Buck." You replied. As you ate you kinda froze.

"You okay y/n? You... Are you cold?" Bucky rubbed his hand up your arm.

"Me. Cold? No. I'm all right. Maybe it's just you. I'm perfectly fine."

"Oh quit bein' so stubborn n/n. Here take my jacket."

Before you could protest, Bucky had already draped his Letterman jacket over you. You knew you couldn't escape him so you slipped your arms into the sleeves. You hated to admit it, but you might have sighed at how warm it was.

"There much better."

When art ended, Bucky met up with you and you both walked to your last class. You also were partners so Bucky and you sat together as well. It was a pretty boring day, but Bucky always made you laugh. The only thing you thought was odd was the strange chatter and whispers behind you.

Steve, Bucky, and you all walked together. Your house was first. You told them goodbye then began your homework. That's when you realized you still had Bucky's jacket. You took it off and reminded yourself to give it to him tomorrow.