Social Suicide: part 2
Pairings: Bucky x reader.
Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff
You left Bucky and Steve at their table and made your way to the exit.
Walking out the large double doors you were greeted by a sea of flashes and people calling your name and saying to look “over here”
You stood still for a few moments to pose a bit; you learned long ago that it was a lot easier to just give them what they wanted than to try and fight it.
After a few minutes you thought they’d had enough of their fun and you gracefully descended the short steps to your limousine. Bucky was still on your mind every step of the way, he was so different. He didn’t know who you were, that was obvious. So polite and chivalrous; you didn’t know there still were men like that. Still he had a boyish air to him. He actually offered to escort you home. Mostly when men asked to come home with you it was for different reasons entirely. And then, when you said no, they would call you a bitch and stomp off.
But not this guy; something was up with him. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.