Peggy's Got A Friend [Bucky Barnes]

Chapter One

"Don't take it so hard. Maybe she's got a friend."

You smirk at the banter of the two men across the bar, both apparently unaware that you can hear them. You know who they are. Of course you do. Peggy doesn't shut up about Captain Rogers when the two of you are alone together, and the way she feels about him is both cute and nauseating.

The object of her affections grabs his whiskey off of the bar, downing it in one gulp before sending a cheeky grin to Sergeant Barnes. The darker haired soldier shoots a sad one back and you feel a pang in your chest. You know the feeling, the one you get right before you go home at night, alone and feeling on the absolute bottom? That's what was reflected in that soft upturn of his lips, the slight jerk of his chin. You felt it often enough to be able to recognize it.

You watch as he sinks back down on his stool, hands wrapping around his glass as he stares into it. You grab your wineglass, jaw setting as you stand and walk over to him.

"This seat taken?" you ask. Barnes doesn't look up, just nods. You raise an eyebrow but sit anyways, figuring I'm already here. Your finger traces the rim of your wineglass once you're situated, legs crossed.

"Any particular reason you're over here instead of celebrating with the Commandos?" you ask, watching your red-tipped finger circle again and again. He shrugs, still not looking up.

"Guess I just wanted some quiet," he answers. You almost sigh, dropping your hands down against the bar, palms flat against the cool wood.

"Oh, well. Guess I'll leave you alone, then," you say, trying not to sound too defeated. You'd hoped your ruse would work, and you hadn't even used your best line yet. But, oh well, you'd just have to settle for going back to your room and -

"You don't have to," he says, turning to look at you for the first time. You feel a pull in your gut as his eyes drift up your body, taking in the black dress, red lipstick, and pin curls for the first time. You're pleased when his eyes widen a bit.

"I, uh," he stammers, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. "I don't think we've met. I'm Bucky. Bucky Barnes."

You take his outstretched hand, grasping it. It's soft for a soldier's hand.

"Y/N. I'm a friend of Peggy's," you say. You can tell the innuendo you intended hits home when Bucky's eyes darken, his tongue making another appearance. You wonder what it would feel like on your own lips, and you don't mean the ones that are painted with Floress Twilight Fuschia right now. You have to bite the inside of your cheek as you feel yourself clench under your dress.

"I see," he replies, biting his lip as he looks you up and down again. You smile at him, feeling particularly catty. You down the rest of your wine in one go, grabbing the small clutch you brought off of the bartop.

"So, how 'bout we find that quiet you wanted, soldier?" you say. A sultry grin curls on Bucky's mouth and he stands, emptying his glass as well.

"I think that's a fine idea, doll."