Oof, I'm nervous. So hello everyone! I thought of this idea a little bit ago and wrote out a little rough draft for myself and decided that I actually didn't hate, so here we are. I hope you guys enjoy. (Please excuse any grammatical errors, those are not my forte) PS. I would like to make it 100% abundantly clear that I LOVE my son James Buchanan Barnes and I know this is completely out of character for him. I just liked the idea and went with it.
Bucky's POV
Bucky knew what he felt was real. The second his eyes landed on that slight college boy, sitting in the corner of that coffee shop, he knew they belonged together, they were soulmates. The beautiful boy was sketching on one of those fancy computer drawing pads and drinking a medium vanilla latte, occasionally taking a bite out of a blueberry scone. The angel's golden blonde bangs hung over his focused blue eyes, his pen gently gliding over the drawing pad, adding large curls to a very primitive sketch of a woman.
"Hi, what would you like?" Bucky snaps out of his daze and looks over at the friendly barista.
"Large black coffee." He orders quickly as she types it into the cash register.
"That'll be 2.93."
He pulls a 5 out of his pocket and hands it to her, she takes it and pours the cup of coffee.
"5 dollars for $2.93... that comes out to... 2 dollars 7 cents in change." She says as she tries to give him the change.
"Keep it." He mumbles before quickly taking his drink and walking over to the angel, "Hello." He greets quietly, no response. He frowns before realizing he has earbuds in. He then taps his shoulder, the angel tenses up and accidentally draws a dark green stripe across the drawing, he quickly clicks the undo button and pauses his music.
"Y-Yes?" He stammers, still trying to recover from his little scare.
"What's your name?" Bucky questions as the angel looks up at him.
"St-Steve." He mumbles, blushing a bit.
"I'm James, but call me Bucky." He introduces, sitting down next to him. He notices Steve scooch his chair over a little and move his things a little farther away.
"Is there something you need?" He asks, before realizing it came out a bit rude, "Sorry, I've just got to get this assignment done by 5 o'clock sharp, my professor will take off 10 percent of my grade for every minute its late." He explains as Bucky continues to watch him.
"You're very good at drawing." He compliments, taking a sip of his coffee. Steve looks down and smiles a bit, blushing. Bucky smiles back, "How old are you?"
"19." His angel answers as Bucky looks at him. He wasn't going to let the conversation die.
"I'm 31."
Steve nods and begins to put his earbuds back in. Bucky grabs his hand to stop him.
"You're so cute... are you doing anything later?"
He notices Steve begin to blush again.
"I'm flattered, but I have a girlfriend..."
"Is it because I'm 12 years older than you?" He asks bluntly. Steve shakes his head.
"No, its because I have a girlfriend-"
"You like men, I'm never wrong about these things-"
"Well I like women too, and I have a girlfriend. She's the one I'm drawing." Steve asserts as Bucky continues to watch him.
"Where can I see more of your work?"
Steve's POV
He was starting to feel uncomfortable. Asking to see more of his art? What the fuck kind of request is that? Especially from a complete stranger. Sure, he had a Tumblr account open to commissions, but there was no way in hell he was going to give it to this creep.
"I don't like to share it publicly."
"Isn't the whole point of being an artist to share your work?" Bucky questions as Steve looks at him a bit longer.
"Can I please just go back to my work?" He asks, not caring if he sounded rude or not. Bucky's pleasant look fades and he stares at him. After a few seconds of that he stands up and turns around. Good, finally some peace-
*thump!*
Steve's bag falls off the table and its contents fall onto the floor.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Bucky squeaks as he instantly begins to help pick everything up. Okay, maybe he wasn't so bad. He begins to help pick things up as well, after another small awkward conversation between the two of them, he finally thinks of a good enough excuse to leave. After another minute of forced conversation, Steve quickly heads back to his dorm. Something about Bucky was just... unnerving.
Steve sat in his dorm room, chuckling softly as he sat on Facetime with Peggy.
"I can't wait for you to come back." He mutters as the brunette sighs and tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
"One more week... my dad is still recovering from his surgery, although I probably could come back now if he wasn't so dependent on other people." She comments in annoyance before noticing Steve's expression change from content to sad, "Oh, no, that was so insensitive... I'm sorry."
"It's okay... he's been gone for 7 years." He assures with a sad smile. She returns it before hearing someone calling her name in the background.
"Oh... I have to go. I love you."
"Love you too..."
She ends the call and Steve sighs, leaning back in his chair. He lets his mind wander and it eventually settles on Bucky. Maybe he was just socially awkward and terrible at flirting. Or maybe he reacted to him the same way he reacted when he first met Peggy. Either way there was probably no need to be alarmed. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing on the desk. He reaches for it and looks at the notification. Someone wanted to pay for a commission.
"Let's see what we have here..." He mumbles as he opens the app. No one had sent him a request in 2 months, so he was especially excited when he read it was an NSFW commission, he could charge so much more for those.
Steve: Thank you so much for the commission SGTBarnes! I haven't gotten one in months
Almost immediately after he presses send, he gets a reply.
SGTBarnes: No problem! I just discovered you and love your work!
Steve: Thank you, people like you are what's keeping me from going completely broke :P #collegeproblems
Steve: Oml that was so cringey I'm sorry
SGTBarnes: Haha, well I'm happy to help, how much will it cost exactly?
Steve: For a colored, detailed NSFW work, around $125
Steve: I know that sounds kind of expensive, if I don't color it, the price can drop to 100
SGTBarnes: Only 125? Your art should be in a museum its so good! I won't pay any less than 250.
Steve's eyes widen as he rereads the message multiple times, not believing what he was seeing.
SGTBarnes: Are you still there?
Steve: Yes
SGTBarnes: Good
There's a long silence, Steve not knowing what to respond with
Steve: Is there a time that you want it by?
SGTBarnes: No
Steve: Really? Usually customers have a time contraint
SGTBarnes: Quality over quickness :)
He chuckles a bit.
Steve: Ok, well I've got an art history test I need to study for. DM me if you have any more questions or requests
SGTBarnes: Sounds good, goodnight angel
Steve: g'night
Angel? What in god's name was that supposed to mean? He tries to shrug it off before going to reach for his textbook. That guy may be weird, but he's willing to pay double what he was asking for. No use in dwelling on it. He opens the book and starts to study, the thought of the commissioner and Bucky being pushed to the back of his mind.
I genuinely can't tell if this is good or not. I'm so nervous to be posting on here again (yes I have another account but its not for marvel). Please leave a comment below! I would really appreciate some constructive feedback!