Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,217
A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.
Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits
in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination.
His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop
tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he
shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows
to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is
trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without
spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his
stylist if he did.
“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.
Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”
“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”