Bucky, 134

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Prompt 134: “Was I really that drunk?”

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, hangovers, embarrasment, fluff, smooth Bucky. Oh and swearing, but just take that as a given with anything I write at this point.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead. It’s a brand new, bright, shiny day!” Natasha cheered as she swung open the door to Y/N’s room which smacked against the wall, causing the bundle of blankets on the bed to groan loudly.

“Natasha. For your own personal safety please vacate the premises.” Y/N grunted, head pounding and stomach threatening to empty all evidence of last night’s Stark Extravaganza.

“Like you could take me in this state sweetheart. Jesus Y/N, go and take a fucking shower, you smell like a liquor store.” The thought of a shower and a large glass of water to wash away the cardboard feeling in her mouth coaxed the hungover Avenger out of her duvet cocoon to the bathroom.

Stepping into the steaming stream of water, Y/N tried desperately to recount the events of the previous evening. Her efforts failed, however, as she found that after the 5th (6th?) Mint Julep she was drawing a complete blank. After she towelled herself off, she dressed in a set of grey pyjama shorts and a pink t-shirt, she made her way down to the common area.

As she approached the kitchen, the smell of bacon wafted through the hallway causing her stomach to simultaneously both churn and rumble. Making a direct beeline for the kettle to make something caffeinated to try to shake the cotton wool surrounding her brain; she failed to notice the person leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee nestled between their hands.

“Fucking typical.” Y/N whispered as she found herself out of teabags.

“Need a hand, doll?” The unnoticed voice spoke, smirking, from behind her making her almost jump out of her skin.

“Christ Buck, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Y/N scolded as she cradled her pounding skull.

“Feeling worse for wear?”  She could just hear that devilish smirk in his voice as she finally turned around to look at him. She felt the familiar shortness of breath as she took in the absolute masterpiece of a man standing in front of her. He was leaning back against the white marble countertop, his grey t-shirt and black sweatpants contrasting in a positively artistic way – making her wish she had the skills to paint what was in front of her.

Just as she was about to say something, she noticed a little dot of rose pink on the dark metal of Bucky’s arm.

“Buck, I think you’ve got something stuck on your arm. Here, let me have a looked.” As she said this, Bucky started to laugh.

“I’d think you already knew about that doll.” He smirked at a very confused Y/N.

“What do you mean?” Y/N felt the familiar pit of dread and mortification preparing itself in her abdomen as she suspected a tale of her drunken antics awaited for her at the other end of this conversation.

“Last night. After the party, you sat me down on the sofa and told me ‘you never wanted me to be sad again because you’re too damn nice and too damn pretty to be sad James Buchanan Barnes’ was how you put it. You then decided you were going to write down everything you like about me on post-it notes and stick them to my arm.” Bucky recounted his tale with a wide smile on his face, grinning at the groaning woman in front of his.

“My personal favourites are these ones.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few pieces of pink paper. He cleared his throat to continue.

“’Your fucking hair looks like a bloody Head & Shoulder’s add it’s so perfect. Your smile is so pretty, like who the hell has teeth and lips that pretty’.” He laughed before reading the next one.
“’Your shoulders. Oh my fucking lord how can someone’s shoulders be so goddamn beautiful.’ Oh here’s a good one. ‘How are you so fucking smooth. Chivalry ain’t fucking dead honey after all.’”

“Was I really that drunk?” A crimson face peeked out from behind fingers, her embarrassment preventing anything louder than a whisper.

“I guess you were, Doll. It was sweet though.” Bucky said as he placed in the coffee cup in the dishwasher.

“What does the one on your arm say?” Y/N asked, confident it couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Dunno doll, lemme check.” He said as he swung his flesh arm around to reach the tiny piece of paper on his metal bicep. As he read, his eye’s widened and Y/N hoped to God it wasn’t going to be as awful as she thought it might be.

“It says, doll, ‘Jesus Christ James take me out on a goddamn fucking date sometime soon.’” Bucky said smiling, looking up over the paper at a wide-eyed Y/N.

“Oh god Buck, I’m so sorry. I was so drunk, I didn’t mean to make things awkward, liquor loosens my tongue.” Shaking her head in her hands, she hoped she would soon be swallowed up by a gigantic black hole.

Silence engulfed the pair for a second as Y/N tried to figure out how to apologise for how uncomfortable she had made him, judging by the fact his eyes were boring a hole through her.

“Pick you up around 7, doll?” Bucky whispered, making his way closer to the blushing woman.

Y/N was so taken aback for a second, she barely could form a coherent sentence.

“You wanna go out with me?” She whispered, incredulously at the man standing no more than two paces in front of her.

“Of course I do, Doll. If and if the saying that liquor is truth syrup is true, you wanna go out with me.” He smirked, closing the gap just a little more.

Y/N’s confidence and self- assurance seemed to recover from the shock, as she closed the gap between herself and the smirking super soldier. She leaned up on her tiptoes and inched her face closer.

“See you at 7 then, Sergeant.” As she said this she turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen leaving a positively smitten soldier smiling behind her.