Six Times : Part 1/6 -The Time He Was Too Enchanted

Series Summary: Five times Bucky wanted to kiss you + the one time he actually did

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,579

“You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no.” - @extramadness

Warnings: a good amount of fluff

It was not an unknown fact in the Avengers tower that Bucky Barnes didn’t like dancing. He absolutely loathed it. He still had not gotten use to the new music genres or the dance moves and all of the slow songs that came on painfully reminded him of what could have been before the war. What he might have done with his life before he was enlisted. He probably would have gotten a good job, settled down with a decent girl, raised a few kids, and lived a plain, peaceful life.

Could have... might have... would have...

Bucky shook his head to clear his thoughts, the champagne in his hand having no effect on him. He also hated the fact that he couldn’t get a buzz from alcohol anymore, due to the super-soldier serum HYDRA gave him seventy-something years ago. Getting tipsy definitely would have helped the man slightly enjoy Tony’s party. Yes, Bucky was finally attending one of the bashes the billionaire threw seemingly every month. Steve had convinced him to go, and the fact that the entire party was in honor of Y/n, the girl Bucky was head of heels for, had helped sway him.

Y/n had only been with the Avengers for a little over a month and had already proved herself a valuable member to the team. She was a Norse demigod, daughter of Hela, making her Thor’s niece. She was able to manipulate peoples death and had a sense of when someone was on deaths door. So in battle, Y/n could always tell when the enemy was getting drained and she knew all of the ways to take them down. Recently, she had come back from a flawless mission at one of the old SHIELD compounds, and according to eye witnesses, it was a walk in the park for her.

Bucky believed it, as he had seen her fight first hand. Every Sunday, all of the Avengers trained together before breakfast, it became tradition a few years back. While he was working with the punching bag, he eyed her at her position on the mat with Thor. The god of thunder had taken it upon himself to train her, wanting to bond with one of the only family members he could trust. Y/N had happily agreed, Thor being the only family member she had left.

She surprised everyone by being able to take down Thor in one round. She was a natural fighter, calculated, a quick thinker, light on her feet, and delivered stealthy blows to distract before giving a hard hit to wherever she saw the weak spot of her opponent. Once all eyes had been on her with questioning gazes, she simply shrugged. “His soft spot is the left side of the rib cage, between the second and third bone. One hard prod between them and you’ll have the god down on his knees long enough to finish the job.” And Bucky thought he couldn’t be swooned anymore.

The second Y/n stepped foot in the compound, the ex assassin had been completely fascinated by her. Her energetic and optimistic attitude was contagious. If she was laughing, Bucky could not help but let the corners of his mouth twitch upwards at the symphony. Oh, he had it bad.

Unfortunately for him, she had avoided him like the damn plague ever since they had first been introduced to each other. Bucky really wasn’t surprised. The whole former assassin wasn’t a great conversation starter and the metal arm, well, it spoke for itself. Not a lot of girls want to date a guy with a bionic arm.

So here he stood, watching Y/N twirl and spin around with Nat on the dance floor, the skirt of her red cocktail dress fanning out gracefully. Bucky noticed that her heels were lazily thrown on one of the leather sofas, and she now danced barefoot on the dance floor. Her laughter echoed down to where he sat at the bar, and his heart skipped a beat.

There was a blunt force to Bucky’s ribs that jolted him from his thoughts. With a groan, he turned around and was met with Steve, who looked exasperated.

“Buck,” he started, “you’ve been starring at her for almost five minutes. It’s getting weird.”

“It was always weird, Steve,” the brunette mumbled out in response.

Steve sighed dramatically. “I’ve never seen you this whipped over a girl before.”

“No need to remind me.”

“Just go talk to her. She doesn’t seem like the type to bite.”

Bucky sheepishy tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “That’s the thing,” he said. “I can’t.” A knot formed in the pit of his chest, and out of habit, he downed the last of his drink to will it away. It didn’t work.

“Buck, I’m telling you, there’s nothing to worry about. Y/n is possibly one of the nicest girls I’ve ever met,” Steve said, leaning closer to his friend to talk quietly. “She asks about you a lot, you know?”

Bucky’s head perked up. “She does? I thought I terrified her?”

The Captain took a deep breath. “Not going to lie, the arm freaked her out at first. But she didn’t want to be rude and ask about it, so, knowing our relationship, she came to me for answers. I told her the common knowledge, not wanting to say anything you wouldn’t, and ever since it’s always been ‘How’s Bucky?’ or ‘Is he doing alright?’ ...Y/N’s super shy, and never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable but I think it’s safe to say you aren’t the only one that’s crushing.”

Bucky grinned wide, his cheeks reddening. “Holy shit, I-I need to go ask her to dance, right?”

The blond nodded his head enthusiastically. But before Bucky could even get from his seat or lose his courage, Y/n had already made her way up to the pair, the curls falling out of her hair from dancing the night away. With no warning, she took Bucky’s hands in her own, pulling him up and towards the dance floor. “C’mon, Buck! Dance with me!”

Giggles laced her voice and she smiled through her painted lips. The man was speechless and before he could stop himself, he blurted, “I don’t know how.”

Y/n had stopped in her tracks, already nearing the mob of people dancing. The up beat song suddenly stopped and a slow, romantic tune took its place. “You’re saying you don’t know how to slow dance, Sergeant?” Her voice was playful and it took Bucky’s breath away. His voice caught in his throat, so he only gave a sharp nod. She gave him a flirtatious and toothy smile. “Guess we’ll have to do something about it.”

Hey, you there

Can we take it to the next level, baby do you dare?

Don’t be scared

‘Cause if you can say the words I don’t know why I should care

Bucky’s heart raced as Y/N placed his metal hand on the dip in her waist, clasping her right hand within his own as her left arm rested on his shoulder. He was as stiff as a board and visibly uncomfortable. The girl before him slowly lifted her left hand up and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear, her touch as gentle as a flower petal. Her hand remained on his cheek for a few moments and before she could pull away, Bucky couldn’t help but lean into the touch- it had been a long time since someone cared for him like this.

“You don’t need to be scared of me, Buck,” she whispered, her eyes boring into his steel blue ones.

He let out a bashful chuckle. “I thought you were the one scared of me.”

Y/n looked saddened at the thought. “I could never be scared of you.”

I’m not gonna wait until your done

Pretending you don’t need anyone

I’m standing here naked

I’m standing here naked

Y/n laid her head on Bucky’s sternum, pressing close to him. Her chest vibrated as she hummed along to the song playing through the speakers. He moved his left hand to her bare back to press her closer until he heard her gasp. His mouth was already open to apologize but she whispered, “Keep your hand there. It feels nice.” So they continued to sway, his metal hand cooling her warm skin.

Hey , get out

I’ve got nothing left to give for you give me nothing now

Read my mouth

If you ever want me back then your walls need breaking down

Under the neon lights of the room, Bucky felt this girl breaking down walls he didn’t even know existed before. She had wormed her way into his heart without him realizing it, and suddenly the stone-cold soldier was puddy in her hands.

‘Cause here I am, I’m giving all I can

But all you ever do is mess it up

Yeah, I’m right here, I’m trying to make it clear

Getting half of you just ain’t enough

Y/n was drunk, Bucky would be a fool to convince himself otherwise. This entire situation was just the alcohol acting up and Bucky told himself that he would need to be prepared if she didn’t remember anything the next morning. He tried not to get his hopes up. But, God, this feeling that was coursing through his body was euphoric. With nothing but a beautiful girl held close to his chest, Bucky felt at peace for the first time in years. Since the brainwashing. The dread, the guilt, and pain had melted away with a simple dance.

In that moment, Bucky came to the realization that he was in fact, very naked. He was being vulnerable, his guard was down, and he was sharing an intimate moment with a girl, something he hadn’t done since the forties. Y/n buried her face into the crook of his neck, her breath sending chills up and down his spine.

“You remember how to dance now, Serge?” Her voice was raspy and slurred with fatigue.

Bucky grinned. “All thanks to you, doll.”