BUCKY BARNES ♡ IMAGINES

dances

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"you really look stunning, [y/n]." wanda tells me as she adjust the ball gown fixated on my curves to perfection.

"how the hell am i supposed to fight in this thing?"

i lift my left leg up and try to kick but the dress weighs it down, restricting my movement. wanda giggles before flattening out the dress with her hand.

"you're not gonna be fighting. you're just going to get the intel we need." she tells me, handing me a small wallet.

"now go or else you're gonna be late." she shoes me out of the room, me making faces and rolling my eyes for her rushing me.

"i can see you."

my lips purse as i get reminded of her abilities. curse words mentally cascade through my brain, wanda listening to them and laughing.

"remind me again why im doing this." my body turns to face her, waiting for an explanation.

"you're our only option for an unrecognizable person to get information we need. this job suits you perfectly since no one knows who you are, you'll do great."

she stares at me for a moment before beginning to rush me again.

"now get your ass out of here before you're late." she shoves me out of the avengers tower.

"dammit wanda im going!" laughter laces my words as i speak to wanda, almost tripping over the huge ass dress.

"hurry back soon, honey!" she jokes as she waves me goodbye. my middle finger rises up and i flip her off, jokingly, making us both chuckle. 

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slow jazz music echoes through the seemingly huge room, full of well-dressed people who are enjoying the ball. the scenery is very captivating, and well decorated.

"[y/n], can you hear me?" wanda's voice comes out barely audible.

i fidget with my earpiece, trying to adjust the volume. my fingers search for the tiny button, mistakenly causing the earpiece to fall out of my ear and roll onto the dance floor.

just as i try to grab it a woman dances over it, crushing it beneath her heel in the process.

"you have got to be fucking kidding me." i face palm and curse myself for being so clumsy.

my eyes gaze around the room, searching for a possible backup plan but spotting the bar instead. i grab the fluff of my dress as i walk to prevent any unwanted fumbling. 

already fucked up, might as well have a drink, right? maybe i'll think of a plan.

"one martini, please."

"coming right up." the bartender tells me. my fingers tap on the bar impatiently as he creates my alcoholic beverage.

he slides the drink across the bar and into my hands. i flash him a friendly smile before taking a sip and seating myself on one of the stools.

my mind begins to ponder, worrying about what further actions i should take.

considering the lack of contact between me and wanda, im stuck here without orders until further notice. all i know is that im supposed to be getting documents from someone but i have no idea who. that's why i needed the earpiece that is now mutilated.