Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky x Stark's Friend!Reader

A/N -  i listened to frank ocean while i wrote this and it literally cured my writer's block 

Word count - 821 (wowie)

Warnings - none

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Y/n sat with rigid posture in the a metal barstool of the Tony Stark's own personal bar, yet it was only water in her cup. She wanted to be able to make the right decisions tonight, and alcohol couldn't fit into that plan. At least not yet. 

"Ah Y/n, thought I'd find you here." Stark said, standing on the other side of the bar; as if he was a bartender. 

"I need your advice Tony." She said, tucking her h/c hair behind her ear.

A moment of verbal silence passed, filled with only the sound of ice clinking in Y/n's glass of water as she twirled it in her hand. 

"You know I don't like the idea of you and Barnes together." Tony said, setting his hands palms facing down on the counter.

"I'm not asking your permission." She said with a smug look, "I'm trying to figure out if he would even reciprocate." 

Tony rolled his eyes and feigned gagging, "Kids these days. Look at you. Who wouldn't reciprocate?" 

"I don't think he's shallow enough for looks-only feelings." She said, and with a laugh she continued, "Plus I know I'm hot Stark. That's not even a question." 

Tony poured himself a drink, taking note of Y/n's water he also decided on the safest liquid in the bar. The comfortable silence between the two close friends felt warm and familiar, and at some times it was nearly better than words. 

Stark sighing finally broke the silence, "He likes you. Just tell him already." 

Y/n smiled, "I know it hurt you to say that."

The man smiled painfully, "I better get used to it." 

Finishing her glass of water, Y/n stood up. The glass clinked on the cold modern counter-top as she set it down to leave. She decided to thank Tony for listening before she left.

Putting her hands gently on Tony's arm Y/n spoke, "Thanks Tony." 

"Mhm, don't get pregnant." Stark said; it was easier to joke that accept a genuine apology.

"Seriously? I'm trying to be nice here." Y/n said, feigning annoyance.

"I don't like it." Stark said laughing.

"That makes me want to do it even more." Y/n said with a laugh. 

Straightening her jeans after standing up, Y/n actually left the bar. Making her way to the room where Bucky was staying she began to grow nervous, feeling the dread building in the pit of her stomach. If Tony was wrong she had to prepare herself for an outcome much less than that of which she had set her hopes so high for. 

Lost in thought the trip to Bucky's small housing unit was much shorter than usual. Sooner than she had hoped Y/n was facing the door, knowing that this was her last chance to change her mind. 

Taking a deep breath, and standing up a bit straighter, Y/n knocked softly on the door. Shuffling sounded immediately and the door opened much quicker than she anticipated. Her eyes met the tall man behind the door, and she smiled kindly at him.

"I just thought I'd drop by the hang out." 

Bucky smiled back, but raised an eyebrow. "You wanna just hang out?" 

Y/n swallowed nervously, "I actually would like to talk to you about something that's been on my mind for a while," She paused, "If you wouldn't mind letting me borrow my time."

"I've got all the time in the world for you." Bucky said, stepping back and ushering Y/n into his apartment. 

He sat at the small round table in his kitchen, and signaled the seat next to him. 

"This works out, I got something I want to share with you as well." Bucky said, flashing his stormy eyes. 

Y/n sat down in the chair, and set her hands on the table; her hands laced together to keep her from nervously fidgeting. 

"You should go first?" She stated, though it came out more as a question.

"Is that a question or a demand sweetheart?" Bucky said, knowing full well that would make her blush.

"It's whatever you want it to be." Y/n fired back, two can play at this game.

"Okay well, what if I told you that you are the first girl I'd give anything to just sit in silence next to you? Or that you are one of the few things that make me feel at home in this weird modern New York?" Bucky asked.

Feeling daring Y/n reached for his human hand, "What if I told you I came down here because I feel the same way?" 

Bucky smirked, "Well I'd probably have to kiss you."

Y/n tilted her head to the side and teased, "Then why haven't you already Mr. Barnes?" 

He laughed, "I've been asking myself that question for a while now."