Bucky P.O.V~
Okay, gym done, now for the night club. Bucky was strangely nervous about the evening ahead. Sure. he was the Winter Soldier, he faced gun fights and espionage, scheming and the constant looming threat of sudden death every minute of every day. Night clubs? Never. The clubs he had hazy memories of from the 1940's were far from what the television had shown him of modern day night clubs. There was no band, no dance hall of ladies in dresses lined up against a wall opposite men in shirts and ties waiting to be asked to dance. Oh no. Clubs were now overcrowded and loud and from what he could tell, just a socially acceptable excuse for young people to grind up against each other or more.
And he was going there with (Y/N).
Какого хрена я делаю? (What the fuck am I doing?)
The only reason he had even invited himself was to keep an eye on you. Bucky had no desire what so ever to go to a night club especially not with Daniel. Ah, Daniel. Bucky couldn't think of a slimier man he'd ever come across. Something about him made Bucky uneasy and the though of him asking you to dance, putting his hands on your body...no. He realised his hands had balled into fists at just the though. So he'd come along and if need be, make an excuse to get you both out of there if the scum bag got too feely with you.
Bucky realised he'd gotten to the door to your room all of a sudden. Thinking about the night ahead had made the walk back seem non-existent. He turned the handle and pushed his way inside the room still half thinking about ringing Daniel's neck with his metal arm. Then he saw you.
All thoughts left Bucky's head in a rush when his eyes found you. Where before his mind had been filled with anxiety and anger about the evening along with the constant state of confusion that Bucky usually tried to suppress, it was now a barren wasteland where tumble weeds roamed free.
You looked incredible. Your eyes shimmered with a hint of silver eye shadow, your cheeks the palest touch of pink and your lips were red. Blood red. Your face was framed by your hair, usually tied in a pony tail, was now framing your face in loose curls. And then the dress. Bucky couldn't help it when his eyes roamed down your body of their own accord. Collar bones were bared as he found the top of the strapless black dress that revealed just the right amount of cleavage. Past your tight waist, hipbones and then the dress stopped as abruptly as it had started to reveal long slender legs that Bucky could swear would never end. When they finally did, a high pair of strappy black stilettos finished the ensemble.
Bucky was aware that his mouth had dropped ever so slightly open and he hadn't said or done anything in the few seconds he'd been in the room except for look you up and down. Finally a clear though broke through the soldiers mind: Святое дерьмо! (Holy shit!)
"You look...amazing..." The words left his mouth without his permission but he didn't want to take them back. They were the truest words he'd ever spoken in his life. In both his lives.
Reader P.O.V~
Bucky Barnes was staring at you as if his entire world was dependant on you. His mouth has opened just the slightest as he'd laid eyes on you and his breath had caught. He looked you up and down slowly, so slowly that you felt it must have been hours rather than the few seconds it was in reality. When his eyes finally met yours again the feeling you got was such a rush. Now that's the reaction a girls wants to see.
"You look...amazing..." His words came out in a breathy whisper that made something in your stomach tighten and not in a bad way.
"You smiled wider. "Thank you Bucky". You looked down at the ground not knowing where to go from there. "Someone will get us soon, you should probably.." Your voice trailed off with the implication.
"Oh..yeah I'll chuck something on." When you looked up again a few seconds later he still hadn't made any move. He was looking at you with a mix of confusion and something else...longing? Fear?
"...ahem...Bucky?" You didn't know where to look all of a sudden, you felt weird being dressed up and on display in front of him without him being the same.
"Right! Yes..erm..yeah". Bucky quickly looked away mumbling incoherently before grabbing some clothes out of his bag and pushing his way into the bathroom without looking at you again.
You felt the air come back into your body again as you took a deep breath to steady yourself. You couldn't help but smile at what was unarguably a success. So that went well. Now the club...
It was one thing Bucky eyeing you up, it was another to see how he'd act in a nightclub with alcohol flowing and music thumping. This was just a test, a taste of what the evening might hold. You were broken out of your thoughts by a knock at the door. You opened it immediately to find a tall blonde woman in a professional looking outfit.
"Miss Lange? Mr Savage is ready and waiting in the car. He's asked me to escort you and your associate down." You'd obviously lost track of time again. Crap, is Bucky ready..?
You were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of a door opening just behind you. Bucky stepped out of the bathroom with his hair down and his Winter Soldier mode on full. He was wearing his black combat trousers and a black tee which made the air of danger around him ever more present. He's damn good at flipping that Winter Soldier switch on, I'll give him that.
He walked up beside you and put his hand on the small of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. "Shall we?" He asked you as he slowly moved the two of you forward after the blonde woman.
What have I gotten myself in for? You wondered as you made your way to the waiting car. And more importantly, what's going to happen tonight?
Oh, the possibilities...
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