Teen Wolf One Shots

Stiles and Bucky - Stay with me on this

I really love Stucky so I wanted to write stucky at first, but then I was like... How about Stiles and Bucky? Mind. Blown.
A few things first
Bucky has PTSD from the winter soldier days. (Although it is not mentioned in this part)
Stiles is 19
Stiles is in college in New York
This is a bit long
Introducing Stiles x Bucky!

They first met by accident. Stiles was celebrating his first year of college at a bar. Obviously he couldn't drink anything there but it was a good excuse to make friends. He would drink his soda and slowly scan the room for any one who was alone. That's when his eyes found an angel.
Stiles saw a beautiful man from across the room and he couldn't help but stare at him for an uncomfortable amount of time. It was only when glared back at him that he stopped, a blush running all over his body. He snapped his gaze away, but because he was clumsy he somehow knocked his drink over too. Spilling it all over the counter and onto his lap. He groaned, this night is not going very well. He got up from his chair and walked his way into the bathroom.
And that's when his night got worse. Just when he was starting to clean up the soda on his jeans he heard the bathroom door open. He fumbled with the toilet paper in his hands before turning over to look at the person who interrupted him. It was the beautiful man from across the room. Stiles couldn't help but get trapped in his ocean blue eyes again. That was before he realized that the man was charging at him full speed like he wanted to take his head off.
Stiles held his hands up in defense, but of course that didn't help him. Instead, he was shoved up against the wall. The man holding him by his shirt. But even then Stiles couldn't get over how attractive he was. He noticed his hair was tied up in the back of his head and how his breath was hitting him so intimately. Stiles squirmed.
"Why the fuck were you staring at me?", The man spoke, his voice rough and very much intimidating.
Stiles eyes widened, and his face reddened. Oh this night just keeps getting worse. Stiles stumbled with his words.
"I'm sorry." He squeaked. "You're just hot- I mean, very attractive- I mean, not to objectify you, but you're so good looking. God, this is embarrassing. I had to stare at the one guy that could rip each bone out of my body. Maybe I've got a type. The godly looking, deathly ones. I just had to find the one person in the bar that could kill me. Please don't kill me."
Stiles inevitably stopped his rambling. The silence in the bathroom finally returned for a few seconds.
The stranger grumbled, "Shut up! Damn you talk a lot." The man's face softened but the death grip on Stiles shirt remained the same.
Stiles allowed the man a few seconds a silence before speaking up again, "So you aren't gonna kill me?"
The mystery man huffed angrily at him, pushing him tighter on the wall. "No, I'm not gonna kill you. Steve would scold me til the day I die and I don't need Steve breathing down my neck every second."
The man went off on a little tangent. Stiles resisted the urge to laugh , because he was currently being help up by this man and not in a good way.
"So... will you let me down?", Stiles asked cautiously.
The man's eyes widened at the grip he still had on the teen. As if he forgot he was still holding him against the wall. "Fuck," The man cursed, stiles was starting to see this man had a potty mouth. Nevertheless the man let him down from his tight grip, but he still had yet to back up out of his space. "I-I'm sorry. I- Didn't mean to. I mean- ."
Stiles couldn't help but smile, he reminded him of Derek. He missed back home, being with his pack. His best friend. His dad. His friends. Stiles coughed, trying to get rid of his smile.
Instead he tried to start up a conversation with him. The man seemed like he was having a tough day too. "So, who is this Steve? He sounds like a tough guy. Definitely not tougher than you, I don't think it possible. like damn I thought my ribs were gonna break."
The man looked down to where stiles was currently gripping his chest. Then back up at his eyes before answering, "Steve, he's my best guy. Saved my life more times then I can count. Been friends since we were kids, very long ago." Stiles saw the man soften when he spoke of Steve. "But, um, sorry for the whole 'shoving you against the wall' thing. I might have been a little too rough."
Stiles smiled at his blue eyes, mostly because he couldn't help it. "It was sort of my fault. Staring at you so creepily, I would think I was a murderer if I were you."
The man responded, "No it's not that- I-I'm just... sorry. I guess I have no 'chill'." The word sounded funny when the man was saying it. Like he had never used the word before. Similar to wen he heard his dad say it. Just wrong. But to see such a young man struggle with the word was just funny.
Stiles burst out laugh, "No, you really don't!" The laughter filled the entire bathroom and lightened the mood. The man even smiled at him. Seeing how beautiful Stiles was when he was happy.  But that soon ended when Stiles put his hand on the strangers arm, by mistake. The man jumped back. Stiles stopped laughing. The room fell silent.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. I know you're not into guys. You have made it more than obvious. I'm very sorry.", Stiles rambled, like he always does in tense situations.
"No", the man barked. "I just, I wasn't expecting it. Nobody touches that arm."
He spoke of the arm as if it was infected. Like it's very existence is disgusting.
Stiles furrowed his eyes, confused. The man groaned, before taking his leather gloves and removing them. Stiles' gasp echoed in the small bathroom. The mans hand was metallic.
"Holy shit!" Stiles gasped, stepping towards the man. His mind finally processing everything. "That- you're- Steve- Arm. Holy shit!" The man looked up at Stiles, confused what all these words meant. Stiles concluded, "you're The winter soldier" The man winced at that name. He hated hearing it. Stiles tried again, "You're Bucky Barnes."
Bucky nodded cautiously at Stiles.
"Holy shit.", Stiles said quieter this time. Taking another step towards Bucky. Stiles eyes zeroed in on Bucky hand agin. His voice spoke up again, "Can I- Can I touch it?"
Bucky winced at the question. It had been so long since someone touched his arm without to intent to kill him. He was unsure what was gonna happen. He didn't even let Steve touch it when he asked him. But for some reason, Bucky wanted badly to say yes to this small teen. But he couldn't. Not now.
" No? No. It's okay" Stiles stared up at his face, removing his gaze from his hand. Bucky's heart slowed from a pound. He was happy that this stranger somehow knew his thoughts.
"I'm Stiles, by the way.", Stiles smiled up at him, trying to lighten the mood again. Suddenly Bucky's heart was full again. It bothered him how this teen could make him feel all these things after just meeting him.
Bucky stepped back from the teen, "I-I gotta go." And he turned away from the teen.
"No, wait. Bucky!", Stiles spoke abruptly. Bucky froze, he forgot that the stranger knew his name. He slowly turned to face the teen. "I hope I'm not in the wrong, but can I have your number? A little because I'm afraid SHIELD will come after me and kill my whole family. But mostly because I think you're really hot and I wanna see you again."
Bucky's whole face lightened and he actually released a short laugh. He walked back over to Stiles, reaching into his pocket. Stiles half hoped it wasn't a gun. But then, he shoved his phone into Stiles.
Stiles gladly added himself to his contacts under Hot Bod. Which he was sure Bucky would have no clue what it meant.