The Avengers x Reader Inserts

a nice gal | steve rogers

a/n: another imagine pulled from my tumblr!

summary: bucky being a gentleman and telling you about Steve, his best friend, despite the fact that your date with him the previous evening had gone sour. 

word count: 389

Bucky padded up the steps to the corner of a Brooklyn diner where he was supposed to meet Steve that morning. When he neared the front door, Steve's slender frame slipped through the entrance, welcoming his best friend with a bright smile. Bucky couldn't quite return the gesture; he was still bummed about his date from the night before. 

"Hey, Buck," Steve's smile faded as he saw Bucky's frown. "Somethin' the matter?"

"Nah, nothing too serious." He dug his hands into his pockets, bouncing on his heels. He didn't want to ruin the one morning Steve had planned - it had been a while since Steve had had the spare change to pay for a meal in a restaurant. Steve narrowed his eyes, which pulled the truth right out of Bucky's mouth. "Alright. Truth is, kid, I'm a little bummed. Y'know that (h/c)-haired dame I went on a date with last night?" Steve nodded, ducking under Bucky's arm as he held open the door for him. "Well, it didn't go so well. We weren't as, uh, compatible, as I thought." 

As they found their table and talked about what made the date go awry, Bucky noticed the glimmer in Steve's eyes as Bucky explained more about your personality. Steve started asking questions and defending your side in the predicament, which meant only one thing: Steve was sweet on you. 

"You're goshin' me, right?"

"What?"

"Tell me you're not gonna do this to me, pal," Bucky leaned back in his booth, slinking a little in dismay. "You wouldn't do this to your best friend, would ya?" 

"Look, all I'm sayin' is she seems like a nice gal."

A moment of silence passed between them as Steve sipped on his chocolate shake, waiting for Bucky to say something and trying not to grin at the way Bucky's face was all scrunched up in feigned disapproval. With a grunt, Bucky sat straight up and took a mouthful of hashbrowns in his mouth. As he munched on them, he studied Steve's face. 

"Punk."

"Jerk."

Later that evening, you received a phone call from James Barnes, the same young man you had gone on such a sour date with the night prior - he was calling to tell you about his best friend, Steve Rogers, who he thought was a perfect match for you.