Misfire [Chapter 1]
Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.
Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!
a/n: I’ve got two parts scheduled for Friday and Saturday, then the next two updates are only next week!
Ever since you had been assigned to the world’s mightiest
dorks superheroes, it had been evident to everyone that you were the light of James Buchanan Barnes’ life.
The man practically turned into someone else around you, with soft smiles and longing stares, paired with the subtlest (not really) heart eyes.
“Why don’t you just ask her out on a date?” Steve questioned, leaning his chin on his palm.
“I can’t just ask her out! She deserves so much more,” Bucky argued. “Plus, she’s too good for me.” His voice quietened as he proceeded to once again belittle himself.
Steve sighed. “We’ve been over this before, Buck. You’re just the same as everyone here, even Y/N. Why don’t you take a chance and ask her out? She’s just as infatuated with you as you are with her.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Tony quipped as he strolled into the adjoined kitchen. “He basically goes mushy whenever she’s in the same room. She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”
“I am not!” Bucky protested indignantly, heat creeping up his neck.
“You kinda are,” Steve admitted, earning a glare from Bucky, which soon morphed into a look of defeat.
“How do I ask her to dinner?” He finally gave in, alternating looks between Tony and Steve.
“Why don’t you buy her flowers or something? It’s always a nice gesture,” Steve said thoughtfully as Bucky’s ears perked up.
“Maybe I’ll do that. Thanks Steve! Fuck you Tony!” he shouted gleefully before sprinting away as the latter exclaimed a ‘Hey!’, offended.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck, stopping outside your room. His nervous, sweaty palms grasped a bouquet of flowers he thought you’d like.
He let out an exhale as he raised his fist, knocking on the door thrice before dropping his hand.
A moment later, the door opened to reveal your radiant smile as he swallowed thickly and forced himself to give you a smile back.
“Oh hey Bucky.” You smile widened as you opened the door a little more. You were in sweats and a t-shirt since it was your day off, and the sounds of a movie played from your room.
“I, uh, I brought you some flowers,” he stammered, pushing his wrist forward as you caught sight of the beautiful bunch.
“They’re gorgeous!” you exclaimed, letting go of the door to accept them. As your fingers brushed against his for less than a second, Bucky could swear he felt electricity jolt up his arm.
“Do you like them?” he asked anxiously, his hands making its way to the back of his neck again in a fit of nerves.
“I love them.” You grinned, taking a big whiff of them, inhaling the scent.
“That’s good.” He laughed nervously, stalling the conversation.
“Not that these aren’t lovely or anything, but why’d you suddenly bring me these?” you asked, frowning when your nose twitched uncomfortably. That’s new.
“I, um, I thought that you’d like them and, uh,-” He tried desperately to just throw it out there, but was suddenly interrupted by a large sneeze.
You rubbed your nose as you sniffed, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“I thought that maybe, uh, maybe you’d-”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you looked annoyed.
“I’m sure I haven’t caught a cold, I don’t know why I’m sneezing. I’m so sorry Bucky, go on.” You felt terrible for interrupting him again, but that didn’t stop you from sneezing again.
“Are you okay?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in concern.
“I don’t know what’s going on- achoo!” You broke off your own sentence to much of your annoyance.
Bucky examined you carefully until his gaze dropped to the flowers clutched in your hands. Almost immediately his eyes widened in horror.
You followed his stare until you looked at the bouquet, realisation dawning on you. “Oh.”
“Are you… are you allergic to flowers?” he asked in shock, feeling immensely guilty.
“Not that I know of- achoo!” You wanted to jump off a cliff. “I guess it’s only this type. I’ve never seen them before.”
“Oh God, I’m- I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know-” ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’ was the only thing running through his head at that moment. How does one royally fuck up flowers?!
“You didn’t know, how is it your fault? Even I didn’t know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his horrified expression, cutting your sentence off with another sneeze.
“Sh-should I get you you something, like a tablet or soup or something?” The poor guy didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t ask you out after giving you an allergy you didn’t even know about!
“I’ll be fine.” You giggled, rubbing your nose.
“Should I take them away?” He gestured awkwardly to the flowers, not knowing how to be helpful.
“As much as I don’t want to part with them, I think you should.” You stretched them back to him as he took it with a drop of his shoulders, jumping when you sneezed again.
“Thank you though, Bucky. They’re really beautiful.” You tried to make him feel better about his unfortunate situation.
“I’lll leave you alone now. I hope you feel better soon, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He smiled wearily back at you as he turned on his heel, trudging away disappointedly.
“She rejected you?” Tony blabbered with a mouth full of apple.
“I gave her a fucking allergy,” he said miserably making Tony choke on his food as he gasped for air.
“How’d you manage to fuck up flowers?”
“I have no idea.”
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