Highway (Part 5)
Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
He wasn’t used to this.
No one liked talking to Bucky Barnes, no one talked to Barnes willingly.
So every word you spoke stuck to him like crazy glue, every smile you smiled inspired one of his own, every second you spent with him felt like an experience that he didn’t want to let go. There was something about you that he didn’t want to let go, and he supposed it was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was dirt on the bottom of your shoe or the fact that you actually looked at him when he looked at you.
You didn’t avoid his gaze out of nervousness like other people did.
He often wondered if you could tell that he was nervous.
And you often wondered if he could tell that you were nervous.
Because ever since this piece of art walked into your mediocre life, even if you’d only met him enough times to count on one hand, you were flustered around him. You were nervous when he took you to the arcade after Wanda abandoned you with him and when he’d asked for your number to keep track of ya, ya know, in case someone decides to steal y’away from me and you were nervous when he dropped you off at your door that night.
Even when Bucky wasn’t around, you were stupidly flustered.
You should’ve known that giving your number to Bucky would’ve created some kinda havoc.
Sure, it was the kinda havoc that made you smile like an idiot before texting back after a very specific amount of time so he wouldn’t know you were waiting for his reply, but it was havoc nonetheless. And it was addicting.
No, Bucky Barnes was addicting.