Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Bucky Barnes X Reader - Cherry Bomb

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Cherry Bomb' by The Runaways. This Reader is likely to be a little more wild than the usual characters I write, and I'm sorry if that makes her less relatable. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had always been of the belief that the dirtier the bar, the more fun you could have. It was something that an old college roommate had uttered to you whilst you were waiting in line outside of one of the most rundown bars you had ever seen. She had been right, though. You'd had the time of your life that night, and had ended up uttering the same line to everyone you had met since. The bar tonight was downright filthy, and you were practically buzzing with energy as you shoved your way through the crowd. 

You were grinning when you finally pushed your way up to the bar, leaning over it with a wide smile. It wasn't rare for you to turn up at Double Down, ready to listen to whoever was playing that night, and at this point you had gotten pretty friendly with the bar staff.

"Hey," you started, offering Nancy your widest smile as she sauntered over to you. She was possibly one of the coolest people you had ever met in your time in New York, all sharp edges and straight lines that would have made little old ladies cross the street if they saw her walking towards them. And God, the bright blue hair certainly made her easy to spot in a crowd. 

"Thought you weren't coming tonight," she uttered, coming to lean on the bar across from you, giving you a sweet smile. When she smiled like that it was hard to imagine anyone ever being intimidated by her. 

You shrugged slightly, letting out a snort of laughter. "I tried to stay home but I missed this place too much," you told her, watching as she rolled her eyes at you. "I mean, who wouldn't miss the smell of B.O. and booze?"

Nancy released a snort of laughter as she finally stood back up to her full height, shaking her head at you. "What are you drinking?" 

"I'll take a bottle of whatever beer is cheapest." 

The music was already pounding from the other side of the venue, the singer practically screaming the lyrics into the microphone. They were pretty good, really, and it seemed that everyone else agreed. You turned to face the crowd, watching as the singer launched herself around the little performance space she'd been given, as you lounged back against the bar. 

You were nodding along to the music when someone came to stand beside you, and you chanced a quick glance out the side of your eye. He was handsome, but not the usual type you found hanging about in places like this. Punk music usually pulled in wild eccentrics, not pretty boys in leather jackets. 

Finally, you turned fully, allowing yourself a proper look at him as you went. "Something tells me this is your first time," you started, catching his attention as you offered him a small smile.

"Am I that obvious?" 

A bubble of laughter rippled out of you as you took your bottle from the counter, sliding your money across to Nancy. "Absolutely." 

The man offered you his hand, watching as you raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm Bucky." 

"Y/N," you told him, taking his hand in yours and giving it a firm shake. "And that was far too formal a greeting," you added. "You're gonna have to learn a lot to fit in around here."

A smirk pulled at Bucky's lips as he moved to lean against the bar beside you. "You offering to teach me the rules?" 

"First rule is there are no rules," you started. It felt like he was dragging you in, drawing you closer with each moment you were in his presence. "Rules are dumb," you pressed on, your eyes dropping to his lips for a moment. 

"Huh," Bucky uttered, his lips twitching slightly as he absorbed your words. "Rules ARE dumb. Never realised that before-"

"Oh wow," you scoffed, a peel of laughter surprising you slightly. "You've definitely got the sarcastic thing down," you added, your hand reaching out to fiddle with the zipper on his leather jacket. "And this is cute, but you'll have to change the rest of the outfit." 

Bucky's brow furrowed at your comment. "You don't like my clothes, Doll?" he murmured, leaning in a little closer so that he was practically whispering in your ear. 

You choked on your own breath, quickly taking a sip from your beer in an attempt to hide your flustered appearance. "The jeans are fine. The jacket is great. That shirt though-" you paused, gathering up all of your confidence as you allowed your fingers to drift to his chest, your fingertips grazing his shirt. "It's a little preppy." 

Bucky's hand caught yours before it could pull away, holding you with your hand on his chest. "So, I should lose the shirt?"

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes met his. Jesus christ, this man was temptation incarnate. He was possibly the most attractive person you had ever seen, and he was flirting so effortlessly that your stomach was doing somersaults. "Definitely." 

"Perhaps, you could give me your number, and you could help me find something a little more suitable some time." 

A small hum fell from your lips, and then you gave a short nod. "Maybe," you started softly. "And perhaps you could take me out to dinner afterwards to say thank you?" 

Bucky smiled down at you, his free hand coming to rest on your hip, pulling you a little closer to him with your hand still trapped against his chest. "Sounds like a plan." 

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