Meet Noelle - cosplaying as #CaptainAmerica with her friend as #WinterSoldier
In the words of Gail Simone: I’d buy this book a hundred times.
Oh and she sewed her costume herself.
Pairing: (Pre Winter Soldier) Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You work in a busy bar, and are no stranger to unwanted attention. Luckily, Bucky is willing to be your knight in shining armour.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, fighting?
(Not my gif)
You stifled a yawn and plastered a smile on your face as another customer appeared, waiting impatiently at the bar. The bar where you worked was overrun with men wanting a last night out before they went off to the war, and a lot of them had been trying to flirt with you in a pathetic attempt to get a last dance before being shipped off. It was tiring, and all you wanted was to go back to your apartment and see Bucky, your boyfriend. He was due to be shipped off to war at the weekend, and every time you thought about it, your mind filled with dread. You’d heard too many stories about what happened out there.
“What can I get you?” you asked the tall man in front of you. You didn’t like the way his eyes were roaming up and down your body, and you cleared your throat pointedly. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and you didn’t much like that either. You’d been working in the bar for a few years now, and you knew that look all too well. He was going to be trouble.
“We’ll see about that later. Right now though, I fancy a dance,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes.
“Well, this is a pretty big place. There must be some girl somewhere who’ll dance with you.”
“I don’t want just some girl. I think you should dance with me.”
“No thank you, I’m working,” you said politely, turning away to serve another customer. His hand locked around your wrist, and no matter how hard you tried to pull away, his grip didn’t loosen.
“That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure I heard you saying you get off soon. So dance with me,” he repeated, his tone harsher than before. Fear crept at the edges of your mind now, and you had to stop yourself retching at the vile stench of alcohol on his breath. You tried to tug your wrist away from him, and his grip tightened again, making you wince.
“That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure I heard the lady say no,” came a familiar voice from behind the man. “So take your hands off my girl.”
A wave of relief washed over you as you locked eyes with Bucky. His eyes widened questioningly, silently asking if you were hurt. You shook your head slightly, but your attention was stolen by the man from before slinging his arm around your shoulders, nearly pulling you over the top of the bar. You cried out as your ribs collided with the edge of the bar.
“Make me,” challenged the man, ignoring the way you were wriggling and trying to get out of his arms. Bucky tilted his head to the side slightly, raising his eyebrows and smirking.
“My pleasure. (Y/N), duck,” he added. You pulled yourself out of the man’s arms just in time to miss Bucky’s fist colliding with his jaw.
As the man fell backwards off his stool, Bucky turned to you, concern etched on his handsome face.
“You hurt, doll?” he asked. You shook your head, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You opened your mouth to reply, but your words were drowned out by the sound of the man from before grabbing Bucky from behind and pulling him away from the bar.
“You little bastard. Who d’you think you are, talking to me like that?”
You tried to go over to help, but a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you from behind you, pinning your arms painfully to your sides. You squirmed desperately, fighting in vain against the man holding you back, presumably one of the guy’s friends.
“Stop!” you yelled, watching in horror as the man repeatedly punched Bucky wherever he could reach. The man chuckled; Bucky was hanging half limp in his arms now, his face covered in blood.
“See your girlfriend over there?” he grinned, grabbing his face and making Bucky look in your direction. You continued to try and break out of the man’s grasp, tears welling in your eyes. “She’s mine tonight,” he went on, his eyes roaming your body again. That sickening thought seemed to give both you and Bucky new energy to fight back.
You drove your elbow back into your captor’s stomach, winding him and making him release you. At the same time, Bucky swung his fist towards his beater’s face, a crunching sound barely audible over the coward’s cry of pain. You watched as three of the soldiers who’d been sitting in the bar moved to restrain the two men, dragging them from the bar. It took a few minutes for everyone to go back to their conversations.
“Did he hurt you?” Bucky asked, holding your face and searching your body for any signs of injuries. You placed your hands over his gently.
“Not as bad as he got you,” you replied; it was true. His face was already bruising, his right eye almost swollen shut, and blood still trickled from his nose. “We’re going home and getting you cleaned up. You need to stop getting into fights like this.”
He smiled slightly, although it turned into more of a grimace of pain. “I’d do it all again to keep you safe, darlin’.”
You rolled your eyes, but a blush still spread across your cheeks. “Flirt with me later, Buck. It works better when there’s no blood on your face.”
“You love the battle scarred look,” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close to his side as the two of you left the bar to walk home. You poked his side playfully, feeling your cheeks turning even redder.
“Maybe I do. I’m not so keen on the I’ve-just-been-beaten-to-a-pulp style though,” you grinned. Bucky pretended to be offended.
“I had him on the ropes!” he argued, his eyes gleaming with amusement. You smiled softly, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked.