Avengers Imagines

Bucky - The Hot Barista Pt. 2

Y'all wanted it, y'all get it ;) Sorry this took so long, though. School's an ass.
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The weekend is filled with texting Bucky at night and telling him how your day goes, and he tells you about his. It's a simple gesture, him asking about your day, but it undoubtedly made the two of you closer.

"And I scream, 'For whatever it's worth, I love you. Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?!'" your friend shouts the lyrics to the song blaring through the speakers while you're trying to find a signal to call Bucky.

"Y/N! It's bonding time. Get off your phone!" your other friend reminds you. "This is our last day together. After this, we won't be seeing each other for a whole month!"

A month really isn't that long, you think to yourself. You scold yourself mentally for being so rude. You agreed on this weekend to be a phone-free weekend, and yet here you are. Texting the barista you met on Friday when you were drenched in rainwater and dirtying his floor. For a reason you can't fathom, he's texting you back, too, and quickly.

No one texts back as quickly as he does. People might think he's too desperate, but you find it kind of endearing when you imagine him excitedly typing on his phone—

"Earth to Y/N!" your friend (the singing one) exclaims, waving her hands in front of your face. "Hello, yes!"

"Sorry," you say sheepishly. "I've been thinking about a lotta things."

"Such as..?"

"How many exams I have next week," you reply a little bit too quickly, and your friends being your friends, catch the lie.

"We know you're lying. C'mon, spill."

So, you do. It's rare that you have something to tell them, and they're undeniably excited to hear the latest news of their beloved best friend's love life. You tell them everything, from the rain to the number on the coffee cup. You leave the metal arm part out, though. You figure it isn't your place to tell them.

He told you about his arm just last night when both of you were already exhausted. You don't remember how you got into the topic of it, but you remember that he mentioned it. You don't know much about it, though.

"Aw, someone's got a crush!"

"And we are back in high school," you joke, making your friend slap you on the side.

"Cut me some slack. The whole year you've been here, you've never even mentioned anyone."

You laugh in response.

The rest of the day goes by like a breeze, with the four of you sharing stories from high school and your plans for the next school year. Bucky keeps his place in the back of your mind from the day you met, and to be completely honest with yourself, you don't exactly mind him being there.

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Monday comes by and you're already standing outside the cafe, waiting for a special someone to let you in.

"Y/N?"

"Hey, Bucky," you manage to reply without losing your cool.

"You're earlier than me," he breathes out dramatically. "That has never happened before. I've always been the earliest."

"Maybe I'm just excited to see you," you reply bluntly, immediately mentally facepalming. "I mean, uh..."

"I'm excited to see you, too," Bucky chimes in, clearing the awkwardness in the air. "I should probably get the keys."

Once you're seated on one of the tables and he's making you some coffee, you can't help but notice how tight his white shirt is. He might as well just not wear a shirt at all.