A CA: The first avenger fanfic
1940’s skinny Steve, mention of Bucky. Two years prior to post serum Steve.
Based off author’s imagination
Oh boy, I didn’t know what to expect when James Barnes or “Bucky” came up to me and asked about going on a date— but not with him, with his smaller friend: Steve Rogers. It’s not that I would be embarrassed or anything, I would just be afraid that I might freak him out. I don’t know him personally, I know Bucky more; since high school. I see him and Steve go everywhere together but never actually talked to him. I don’t see why girls won’t be flattered by him, he seems sweet and be a loving boyfriend. But I guess because he’s shorter than most guys, he won’t seem a big catch.
"So what do you say?"
I snap out of my thought and see Bucky staring at me, cocking his head in a “well I’m waiting” manner. “Um. Yes. I’d love to go” I say in unison, his eyes light up “Really?” he shouts in excitement “Oh! Thanks (y/n)! You won’t regret it!” he grins goofly and hugs me tight, and sets off in the opposite direction.
I giggle to myself and shake my head “Dork” I say to myself. I continue my walk back to my parents house.
“(y/n)! That Chad boy came by today!”
”Oh mom. You didn’t agree to anything stupid did you?” Great. It’s Chad. The hot head jock from high school that wouldn’t leave me alone despite my rude attitude and ignoring his letters and rejecting his invitations for dates. He just won’t give up. It got to the point where Bucky stepped in, usually I always handled it but he got tired of seeing me get harassed and bothered. “Why don’t you like him? He seems fawned about you,” I lean against the door frame and huff a breath, rolling my eyes “He’s a creep mother. And a lady’s man. He takes advantage of girls” I sit next to her “Besides, I have a date Friday” I smile.
I can hear my mother shift on the couch “With who? That James boy? He’s a nice handsome young man, it’d be time you two start a life together,” “No!” I exclaim, with wide eyes. “Mother no. We’re just friends” I chuckle a little nervously. That would be weird. Bucky is like my brother. “Oh? Then who?” she coos setting an arm on the arm rest and resting her chin on her knuckles.
”Oh” she says, but in a boring disgust tone, “Steve rogers? The skinny boy that always follows James around like a lost puppy?”
”Mother!” I groan, “He does not follow him like a lost puppy. You’re over exaggerating that”
“Did I just hear my daughter say she’s going on a date with Steve Rogers?”
I snap my head around to see my father walking into the family room, wiping oil off his hands with a cloth. “It seems you heard correct” my mother answers his question. “That kid is always picking fights with men twice his size,” “Dad. He just tries to help girls in uncomfortable situations” I say getting up off the couch and into the kitchen. “Yeah. But that don’t mean he ain’t no trouble maker!” he shouts back.
It’s Friday. Tonight is my date with Steve Rogers. Why am I so nervous? Calm down. It’s just a date.
I exhale and close my eyes, calming myself.
"(y/n)! Alexandra is here!"
"Coming!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I take a last glance at myself. Everything seems good. Then I grab my purse and go.
"Hey girl" Alexandra shouts from the driver side "Looking good!" she whistles. I giggle and bend forward, curtsying my dress in a Victorian era way.
We approach a parking lot and park the car then got out.
“Bucky said he and Steve will meet us at the corner between the ice cream parlor and the shoe store. “Okay” I nod, following her.
Thirty minutes have passed and no sign of Bucky or Steve. “Are you sure he said this place?” I ask, “Yeah” she answers scanning the people’s face “I know he said this corner.”
”Well if they don’t show, let’s head back to your place”
"Okay. Yeah, we’ll do that" she agrees not looking or glimpsing at me.
”Look!” she pulls my arm. I follow her finger and see Bucky first, but not Steve. I knit my eyebrows in confusion. Bucky approaches us, smiling at Alexandra and hugging her then turns to me with a sympathetic smile. “Where’s Steve” I ask, looking behind him to see if Steve was catching up to him.
He bites the inside of his lip looking down then looking at me “Come here” he says quietly pulling me to the alley way. I follow him. “Listen” he begins, rubbing the back of his neck “Steve…” he continues “He could-,” “He didn’t want to come” I correct his sentence before he finishes it. His eyes widen slightly then closes them “Yeah” his tone neutral “I’m sorry. I tried to get him out of the house but” his hand falls hitting his thigh. “He didn’t want to embarrass or ruin another girl’s night.” He didn’t say anything which told me I was right.
"Well he wasn’t going to" I say, "It’s okay Buck. Tell him I understand" I turn and starting walking. "(y/n) wait! Let me walk you home. Make sure you get there safe." I smile, sometimes he can be a gentleman "Nah" I shake me head, "You and Alexandra have fun" I nod once then wink at Alexandra. "You sure?" he asks taking a step forward "Good night Bucky" I say to answer his question.
I turn back and walk down the sidewalk. As I walk further away from the busy streets and crowded stores, silence creeps in. Only the faint sounds of car horns and laughter from the back of clubs can be heard.
I get home, to my parents surprise. “Hey honey. You’re home early. Did it go okay?” I smile at my mom and shake my head “He was a no show”. “Oh. That’s a shame” she half smiles “You okay?,” “Yeah” I respond back “I’m gonna go upstairs for the rest of the night,” “Okay” she says continuing reading her magazine.
"Good night Hun!"
"Good night mom!"
The front door opens with a screech. Steve looks up from his sketching book to see Bucky walking in. “Didn’t feel like getting drunk tonight and crashing at Alexandra’s place?” he asks sarcastically. Bucky looks at him and scoffs “How could I? I couldn’t get (y/n) heartbroken expression out of my head all night” he slips off his jacket and sets it on his lap when he sits on the couch next to Steve. “Alex and I couldn’t enjoy the night” he huffs, kicking his feet on the coffee table.
"Buck. I did her a favor" Steve says sternly, not looking up from his sketch book, "She would just be like all the others. Embarrassed"
"You know what your problem is Steve Rogers? That someone might actually take interest in you. She was looking forward to tonight. She knew who you were so it wouldn’t’ have been a surprise to her" Bucky snaps back at him, getting off the couch and striding angrily to the kitchen.
He opens a cup board and pulls out a box of tea bags, a tea pot and fills it with water, he turns the nozzle on the stove and when no flames show up he lights a match and ignites the gas fumes. He sets the pot over the fire and turns opening another cupboard and pulls out two mugs.
From the dark entrance Steve emerges “Was she really looking forward to tonight?” he asks, rubbing his forearm with his thumb nervously. Bucky stops in mid step pulling out the mugs, looking at Steve. He sets them on the counter making a loud clanking sound “Yeah” he says quietly. “And she knows what I look like?” he asks again. “Yeah!” Bucky says slamming the cupboard doors shut “I known her since high school. She always saw us hanging out together” he exclaims to him.
After their cup of tea and discussion Bucky decides to retire for the night “Well” he yawns rubbing his eyes “I done for the night” getting up form his chair and putting his and Steve dishes in the sink “Leave it. I got it” Steve says looking down at the table. Bucky doesn’t hesitate and sets them in along with the tea pot.
”Hey” Bucky says softly standing next to Steve. He looks up at him with tired eyes “talk to her tomorrow,” Steve nods looking down at his hands feeling shame ride over him, “Okay” he says softly back. Bucky pats his shoulder and gives it a gently squeeze, then heads out the kitchen and to his room.
Steve sits there quietly thinking about what Bucky had told him.
"Hmm!" I sit up rubbing my eyes. Who’s calling at this hour? It better be for a good reason!
I reach over to my night stand and lazily grab the phone, knocking it to the floor “Ugh” I groan sliding my body down the side of the bed, trying to grab it. When I finally get a grip on it I hold it to my ear “Hello?” I yawn, stretching my three free limbs.
"Hey, (y/n)?" a voice says.
"This is her. May I help you?" I yawn again, my body setting on the floor,
"I’m sorry to call at such a late hour. This is Steve. Steve rogers"
My eyes shoot open. Steve? Is it really him? “Oh” I say, not quiet knowing what else to say.
"Yeah. Hey…" he drifts off.
I bite my lip, thinking of what else to say “H-hi Steve” I stutter a little. “Hi. I didn’t mean to wake you up… I just-” he stops and sighs through the phone “Steve. I know what you’re going to say. And it’s okay. I forgive you. There’s no need to apologize”
"Yes there is" he says softly in that deep voice "—I should have gone— I should have went!" I can tell he’s getting frustrated. And I’m really not mad, yeah a little heart broken but I didn’t lie when I said I understand.
"Can—" he sighs again. "Can you make it up?" I finish for him. "Yeah, that" he says. I hesitate for a moment "Okay Steve Rogers. You can.’ hear exhale a sigh of relief "Than you" he says. "You’re welcome. Just be there!,’ he chuckles a little "I will. I promise."
Another awkward silence is between us, both waiting on the other either side of the phone.
We both say at the same time. My cheeks feel hot in embarrassment. I open my mouth to speak but close it. “Um…” Steve hums “Sorry. You first.”
"No. You go ahead"
"Okay. I was gonna say: I can’t wait till our date"
I blush a little, “Yeah me too. Good night Steve Rogers” I whisper.
"Good night Miss (y/l/n)"
I hang up the phone and climb back into my bed, blushing madly; staring up at the ceiling; holding my small pillow to my chest.