Guys My Age

Chapter 2

As soon as you shut your bedroom door, the tears were rolling down your cheeks nonstop. Your legs gave out on you and slid down to the floor, trying your hardest to regulate your breathing before this turned into a full-on anxiety attack.

This hurt so much more than you thought it would. He didn't even give you a chance to finish. Maybe you took the flirting too far? Maybe you weren't his type and he was repulsed? But even if, he could've let you down a little gently.

Your thoughts wouldn't go away anytime soon, but after a while, you managed to stop crying and pick yourself up.

Meanwhile, Steve was on his way to Bucky to ask him about what happened and why he saw you crying on your way out. He didn't bother knocking on the door, barging in and looking around the barely-lit room. He saw Bucky sitting at the edge of his bed, hunched over with his head in between his hands. He didn't bother to acknowledge Steve.

"Bucky, what happened just now with Y/N? She was running out of your room crying."

"Crying? She was crying. Isn't that something. Fuck. FUCK!" Bucky was past angry, and Steve didn't need to be a genius to figure out that his best friend was afraid and uncertain about you.

"Buck what're you talking about?"

"Are you in on this too? Please tell me you're not. I can't afford t-"

"WHAT the hell are you saying punk?" Steve was getting impatient with his friend's lack of a functioning brain cell.

"Tony and Sam put her up to this didn't they? They even said it before the dare...telling her to loosen me up a bit. Was her telling me she liked me another joke to you? She can't go around playing with people's hearts Steve." Bucky was pacing back and forth, refusing to acknowledge Steve's confusion while carrying out an entire conversation by himself.

So busy trying to figure out where this all went wrong, he didn't see Steve approaching him.

"What the fuck man?" Bucky yelled at Steve, holding onto his jaw until he felt blood rolling down his chin. Steve's body language was aggressive but his tone was calm. He massaged the hand he just used to punch his best friend, deciding to head out before this escalated.

"You're a moron."

Bucky stood there and wiped his chin in silence. It was his turn to be confused.

"She's been interested in you ever since she joined the team, probably way before that even. You think she runs around and gives lap dances to anyone? Sam and Romanoff were trying to help you guys out. Clearly it backfired..."

Bucky wasn't sure he heard Steve correctly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water because how the hell was he supposed to react?

"Have you really been that blind? Why do you think she always goes out of her way to help you out Buck? Yes she is a nice person but she's not that nice to everyone else." Steve felt bad that he punched his friend but when Bucky continued to stare at him like he grew a second head, the regret was gone.

"What?"

"Omyg- she likes you, you idiot." Steve yelled, rolling his eyes at the man that used to be a casanova.

Bucky didn't know what to feel. Should he feel happy because someone like you found him worthy enough of your time and feelings? Or should he jump off a building because of how he overreacted and treated you?

"Fuck."

"Yeah. So I suggest you go and apologize now." Steve pointed to the door, never once softening his gaze because he knew this wasn't going to end well if no apologies were given this night.