Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 2510
Warnings:Same as always
A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback again I’m completely blown away. Sorry that tags have been finicky, not sure what tumblr’s deal is lately. I hope you like this chapter, thanks for sticking around!
crisp, cold air outside the club was a welcoming relief but did little to halt
the burning tears cascading down your cheeks or the hot waves of mortification
and shame radiating out from deep within your very being. The cold air bit at your nose and throat as
you allowed yourself to suck in great gulps in attempts to keep the impending
panic attack at bay.
This can’t be happening, this wasn’t supposed
to happen. Ethan stood at the curb, attempting to hail a
cab while you toiled over your interaction with Bucky. This wasn’t like how it was in the movies. Wasn’t Bucky supposed to be completely
awestruck with your transformation?
Shouldn’t he have been at a loss for words? Instead he was completely
taken aback for all the wrong reasons.
He’d looked at you with utter confusion, probably wondering what the
hell you were doing in a dress,
wearing makeup, sporting heels, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing…and
he didn’t like it at all.