AVENGERS IMAGINES & MORE | m.m.

sergeant barnes (bucky)

this is the first part of a two part ~ kind of ~ one shot (mainly because it's too many words for one part). all of this takes place during the captain america the first avenger film: first part takes place on the last night before bucky's enlistment, the second part takes place in 1943 just after steve rescues bucky & the 107th from hydra. envision the beginning of the scene where steve talks to bucky at a bar.

this first part is pretty long but it's sweet & slightly smutty. enjoy :)
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It was a wonderful Saturday evening and if you were a better girl, perhaps you'd be prepping your finest dress, smoothing on your cherry lip stick and cutting a rug tonight like some of the jivest dames in the town. Instead, you relaxed on the couch still in your dirty waitress uniform, coming down off the work day because tonight you didn't feel too much like dancing.

Bucky goes off to fight early tomorrow morning, and even if he was only your best friend something in you was seething with envy that he'd be spending the evening with another girl.

"Knock knock," you hear Bucky say from where he is at the apartment door.

A small smile threatens to spread across your face but you quickly hide it before he can see and stand up to meet him at the door.

"There's my best girl," Bucky says holding his arms open for you to run into.

You pull each other in as he lifts you up just slightly. Something was different about this hug and you didn't know why but you hugged him even tighter because of it. You finally let him go and he does the same, pulling back to look at you as you iron your skirt with your hands. When you look up, your eyes meet compassionate blue ones. Your eyes never leave each other's and as you both take quick glances at each other's lips, you both know what you want to happen. Bucky leans in a little and the look in his eyes say he doesn't want to screw something up. His hand lifts your chin to move your lips to his, when someone knocks on the door. You both jump away from each other avoiding eye contact.

"I uh, gotta go c-change," you say turning quickly and walking away before Bucky had the chance to say anything.

You hurry along into your room and close the door softly, pressing your ear to it in attempt to hear what's going on. If what you're hearing is correct, it seems to be Bucky's date that was here to pick him up. You hope and pray that he rejects her and spends the evening with you, but when you hear the front door close and no noise outside of the room door, you know he's gone.

"Not even a damn goodbye,"

You were angry to say the least, but more than that you weren't surprised. Bucky Barnes is the ultimate Brooklyn bachelor. He deserves a girl who wasn't afraid of her feelings for him. He deserves the best and you knew you couldn't be that for him.

A single tear fell from your eyes as you knew you'd have to get over your intense feelings. It's for the better.

After changing into your nightdress, you brush out your hair, staring into your sad eyes through the vanity mirror. You smile briefly at remind that Bucky had bought it for your 15th birthday ten years ago and for some reason, even though your room changed, you always kept it. Your eyes tear up slightly but you didn't let the tears fall. Instead you stood up and made your way to the kitchen where you sat at the counter with a book and a glass of water.

You must've fallen asleep with your head on the counter because when you woke up, mesmerizing eyes were looking into yours. Bucky was home and sat next to you at the counter, his arm allowing the side of his head to rest on his fist. You smile politely, your eyes barely open. He smiles in response, his eyes never leaving yours. You were just about to drift back into sleep when you caught his hand reaching to touch your hair. His fingers ran down your hair, eyes just as blue as they were beautiful. You loved the feeling but as soon as you realized what he was doing, and how quickly you were falling for him all over again, you jolted up a bit causing his hand to fall from your hair to the back of your counter stool. You sit straight forward and reach your in front of you to yawn and when you do Bucky's eyes watch as if you were something unreal to him.