NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT (BUCKY BARNES x OC)

Chapter 39

TW: None
Word Count: 2020

I went home later to see Bucky at the table with his back facing me. It looked like he was writing something down. I realized that he was probably writing in his journal. I'm hoping he actually did what I said he should and went to the tower to get to know people.

"I'm back," I said cautiously, trying not to disturb him.

"Hey," he said, not moving or stopping.

"What're you doing?" I asked, removing my shoes.

"Writing some stuff down."

"About?"

"Today," he said, glancing at me.

"How did that go?" I asked, walking to the kitchen to get some water.

"Pretty good, actually," he said as I poured us both glasses of water. "Except that I crashed Steve's car."

"You what?!" I asked, spilling the water everywhere.

"I'm just joking," he said, standing up. He grabbed some towels and started to clean the water. "Sorry."

"You scared the shit out of me," I said, leaning against a dry spot on the counter.

"I said sorry, doll," he said, kissing me on the cheek.

"You're lucky you're so sweet," I said, rolling my eyes. "Can I take you out to dinner tonight?" I asked, grabbing his hands and looking up at him.

"I guess," he said, shrugging.

"If you don't want to, we don't have to," I said, letting go of his hands.

"I wanted to take you out," he said, grabbing my left hand with his right. "Be ready by seven." He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed his journal before disappearing into his room.

"What?" I said to myself, thoroughly confused. I decided to get ready. It was just after five, so I had a while to get ready. "How fancy do you want me to be?" I asked through the door of his room.

"Just look nice," he yelled back.

"That didn't help," I said, sighing.

"Wear a dress!"

"Okay," I said, walking into my room.

I struggled to decide on what to wear, and then I realized something. He wants to take me out. He probably expects me to look like how they used to in the 40s. My obsession with doing pin curls will finally come in handy.

I knew that dressing fully like the 40s would be ridiculous and I wouldn't be able to pull it off in time, so I put on a solid colored short sleeved button up shirt with a pleated skirt that went just above my knees. I put a belt on with it. I quickly pin curled my hair with a trick I found online.

It took slightly longer than expected, but when I finally got it, I put some winged eyeliner on and some red lipstick. I checked the time and it was 6:58. I slid some shoes on and grabbed a bag. I threw my phone into it before looking in the full body mirror. I did some awkward posing until I heard a knock at the door of the apartment. I stepped outside of my room and saw that Bucky's door was still closed.

"Were you expecting someone, Buck?" I asked loudly as I walked down the hallway to the living area. I opened the door to see Bucky standing there with flowers.

"I'm here to pick you up, doll." I covered my mouth and let out a small laugh. He had his hair styled like he did in one of the old pictures I found and was wearing an older looking outfit.