Summary: Snow, Christmas trees, lights - standard things people see around Christmas time. But when you and a few the Avengers are stuck at a safe house during the Christmas season, you get bummed that you can’t have a standard Christmas. Bucky takes it upon himself to get you back into the holiday spirit. Well, he tries his best, anyway.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~1000 (another short part)
Warnings: Language, (not-so) unrequited love, more day-dreaming of Bucky cuddles, Christmas fluff
A/N: Part 3 got a reeaaalllyyyy low amount of notes (it hasn’t even broken 50 yet, which even when I posted my first stories with under 50 followers it got more than that) so I hope this part is more enjoyable for everyone. I’ll try going back and editing/adding I guess, but since this is a shorter series (including word count) I don’t want to make it too complex. :/ Anyway, complaining over, I hope you enjoy this part :)
Raphael looks up from the menu he’d been holding and almost chokes on his words.
The boy in front of him can’t be older than he is. Eighteen, maybe nineteen. He’s wearing a white apron and a white-pink striped button up shirt underneath to match the walls of the diner. His glasses are thick and black, but he doesn’t look nerdy in them like the boys he’d seen coming out of the local high school.