Misfire [Chapter 2]
Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.
Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!
a/n: The response I got for the first part was u n r e a l. Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy part 2, because it might be one of my favorites ;)
“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.
“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.
“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.
“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him.
“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.
“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.”
“Hey! I am not-”
“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.
“Slip it under her door?”
“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.
Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.
“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head
“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.
Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.
Dear Y/N Hey Y/N Yo Y/N hows it going bruh
He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.
I like you I love you? I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend
I adore you
He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.
You have no clue who this is I hope you never find out who this is dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like
It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.
You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.
Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.
He wondered if he should write more.
“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.
As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.
The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.
As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.
Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons.
You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.
“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.
That was the letter he meant to post to you.
“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.
“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.
“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.
“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky.
Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.
“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.
“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.
“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”
And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.
Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.
“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.
“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”
“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.
“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.
“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”
“Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”
“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.
“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”
“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”
“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so.
“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.
“Which one of you was it?!”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.
All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.
“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.
Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.
You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.
“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.
“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.
Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.
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