Sweet Words of Mine
Summary: A trip down memory lane as Bucky tries to find the right time to tell you how he feels.
Word Count: 2,213
Warnings: Slight angst. Brief smut.
A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean Winchester fic. It’s based on Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words.”
Your eyes fluttered opened, your boyfriend’s face a blur. Yet you could recognize the long, dark hair. You felt him shake you, hear his voice from afar. Lips upturning, you tried to convey to him just how happy you were that he was there with you. Yet when your eyes focused on his, they were full of desperation, of frustration. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, why did he look so distressed? Yet the darkness swept you up and you gave in to it.
“Bucky, come on!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him with you through the throng of people waiting to enter the stadium. Your favorite band was on tour and were currently in New York City and you were more than excited to hear them.
“There are too many people,” said Bucky, grouchy expression prompting a laugh from you.
“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing at a security guard. “Maybe he can help us find our seats.”