Right Person, Wrong Number (Wrong Number AU)

Part 3

Several days after you texted the wrong number, you and "Bucky" have been texting nonstop. Some days it was just small talk, other days it was ranting about one of your coworkers or the asshole that bumped into you and didn't even say sorry.

You: like what the hell! I get that we're all busy and shit, but you could at least have some common decency!

Bucky: yikes, doll. You really have a fire to ya.

You: I thought you figured that out the first time we texted.

Bucky: true, but I still like to remind you that I really don't wanna get on your bad side.

You: You're far from it, Bucky.

You sent that text with a smile on your face. And unbeknownst to you, it brought a smile to Bucky's.

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Bucky heard a knock on his office door and he looked up to see Sam. His smile faded and he turned all serious and business-like, "Yes?"

Sam smirked as he walked in, "Who ya textin'?"

"No one, Sam."

Sam walked to Bucky's side of the desk and sat at the corner, "Uh huh. Sure. 'Cause no one is making you smile and have those puppy dog eyes?"

The CEO pushed his friend off his desk, "It's not like that. We're just texting. That's all."

"Fine. Whoever they are, go for it. It's been a long time since you-know-who. Get yourself back out there. Go out on dates and stuff."

Bucky groaned and leaned back in his chair, "I don't have time for dating, Sam!"

His friend shook his head in disagreement, "That's only because you don't make time. You're the boss! You get to do what you want! You're so busy trying to distract yourself from all the hurt you've gone through! It's been three years, dude! I'm tired of you being all lonely and grumpy and shit!" Sam was right and that's one of the things that Bucky cherished about his friendship with his partner. He didn't take any of Bucky's shit and told him things straight up.

"I don't even know how she looks or if everything she's told me thus far has been true! Plus, I don't know if she'd wanna date me in the first place!"

"Well get on it, man!"

Bucky held up his hands as if surrendering, "Okay. Okay. I'll talk to her about meeting and stuff."

"Good," Sam started walking to the door, but Bucky stopped him.

"Wait, what did you come in here for? Was that it?"

Sam stopped, trying to remember what exactly it was that brought him to his friend's office, "Don't remember," he shrugged, "Ah well," and then left.

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You sat at your cubicle glancing back and forth from your computer to your phone. Whenever you received a text from Bucky, it always made brought a smile to your face. He didn't even have to be texting anything in particular. Just seeing his name pop up made you happy. And your constant happiness brought attention to those around you.

Wanda had found you spinning around in your chair whilst texting. She had once again seen you smiling from ear to ear. Whoever it was you were texting, they seemed to make you veeeery happy. Wanda really wanted to know who was responsible for this.

She held out a hand and stopped you from spinning, "Who's the mystery person?"

You feigned innocence, "Huh? What're you talkin' about, Wans?"

She rolled her eyes, "C'mon, Y/N! Who're you texting? They must be special if they got you all smiling and giggling now." You just shrugged and she narrowed her eyes at you, "Are they cute?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes, "Looks aren't everything, Wanda."

"So you don't know how they look. Alright."

"Wait, how'd you know that?"

"Magic. I'm a witch."

You scoffed, spinning around to face your computer, "Yeah, and I'm simply a fictional character written into this world by some almighty above."

Wanda crossed her arms over her chest, frowning, "Fine. Deflect all you want. Just be careful. You don't know if they're all types of psycho or something."

You spun back around to face her, "I know. Thanks for your concern, Wan." you watched as she gave you a small smile and go back to her own cubicle.

You then looked down at your phone, reading the message bucky had just sent you:

Bucky: I know we've only been texting a little bit, but I'd really like to meet you in person.

Suddenly, this wasn't fun anymore. You liked the thought of meeting the man who made you smile, but then your insecurities started flooding in. What if they had this different image of you and you didn't fit it? What if you ended up disappointing them? What if you're too ugly or boring? You started getting really down at the thought of Bucky just abandoning you as soon as he sees you.

Should you just pretend you didn't see the message? No, he'd only bring it up again. Should you ghost him? No, not that either. You've already grown attached to this guy and you're not ready to give him up just yet.

So you texted in your reply and hoped it would suffice for now:

You: Not yet.