It was your muse's birthday, and their friends had decided to get them a little surprise. (Our muses don't know each other at all for this one)
Bucky.
He was their present to them. They had given them a little heads up, but only that they would be getting some tonight, and that they should set up anything they want before hand. Nothing about who or what was actually coming.
At about seven o'clock, a knock sounded at the door. Your muse opens it to reveal Bucky standing there, wearing a bombers jacket, tight leather pants, and a smirk, with his hair back in a manbun at the base of his neck. There was plenty more to be discovered under that, however. Biting his lip, the only thing he murmured was, "Happy Birthday."
