Y/N: Not yet.
Just two words and Bucky was doubting himself. What if you don't want to meet him? Was this a mistake? No. Stop. Maybe you're just not comfortable right now. He could understand that. So he typed out a response and waited on bated breath:
Bucky: I understand. Just let me know when you're ready to meet. I'd love to put a face to the person who's been making me smile for days now.
A small made its way to his face when he read your response:
You: Soon. I promise. Just...not now.
Bucky: Whatever you say doll.
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You let out a breath of relief when you read Bucky's reply. This guy seriously was too good to be true. He was super sweet, funny, and understanding. Did it make you curious about how he looked? Of course! But you just weren't ready yet due to your own reservations and you were extremely grateful that Bucky understood.
You set your phone down onto your desk and went back to editing. Occasionally, sending Bucky a response whenever he texted. You had been at your desk for three hours, editing the pictures from your last photoshoot: fixing the lighting a bit, erasing strands of hair that seemed misplaced, and brightening up the color of the products. When you looked at the time, it was eight o'clock and you were ready to get some food and get outta there!
"Wanda?" you called out for your friend. You rolled your chair to two cubicles over, "Wan?" you peered in and saw that she was fast asleep on her desk. You giggled to yourself as you rolled into her cubicle and poked her side, "Wake up!"
"AH!" she screeched as she jolted up. A bit disoriented at first, she was frightened, but then she saw you laughing at her, she frowned, "Not cool, Y/N!"
You clutched your stomach, "Sorry!" your laughter died down and you exhaled, "Anyway, time to get goin'! Wanna grab some food with me?"
She shook her head, "Nah. Vis is waiting for me. Next time though?"
"I'll hold you to it!" you gave her a thumbs up and rolled back to your own cubicle. You shutdown your computer and gathered all your things. You tapped your phone and noticed that you had two messages from Bucky:
Bucky: Time for me to head home! :D
Bucky: I'm soooo hungry though.
You giggled as you typed out your own texts:
You: Same here for both! I'm getting pizza! :D
Bucky: Ooouuuu. Pizza sounds soooo good right now. Where you goin?
You: Not telling.
Bucky: Whyyyyyy?
You: Cause youre gonna come here and try to figure out who I am.
Bucky: whaaaaa? Noooooo!
Bucky: okay, maybe.
Bucky: But I REALLY do want some pizza.
You: then go get some! You're perfectly capable to.
Bucky: meh. I'll probably just uber eats it or whatever.
You: you lazy bum.
Bucky: you know it, doll! ;)
You walked out of the building bidding your good-bye to Phil and walked into the illuminated city of Manhattan. You decided, since it's nice weather, that you'd walk the couple of blocks or so to your favorite pizza place Giorgina's. The place has been there for years. Since you started working in New York, you've always gon there for pizza. You loved their garlic bread crust. Nobody made pizza like Mama Giorgina.
When you arrived to the small pizzaria, you were greeted to a loud, "Y/N!" you crouched down for the little girl who came running your way. She launched herself into your arms and you hugged her tight, "How are you, Paulina?" you asked the seven-year old.
"Good! I made you something!" she held out her hand and inside was a beaded bracelet that said your name on it.
"Aaaww! I love it!" she put the bracelet on your wrist and smiled proudly, "I'll wear this forever and ever and ever!"
You stood up and you both walked over to the cashier where Mama Giorgina herself stood. You leaned over the counter and kissed her cheek, "Hi, Mama."
"Been awhile since we've seen you."
You sighed, "Yeah. Works been hectic. Got a deadline in two weeks. So I'm just finishing up on last minute photoshoots and editing."
She pinched your cheek, "You work too hard. So, the usual?"
You shook your head, "I'm feeling more carnivorous today. So the meat lover's delight with garlic bread crust."
"Extra buttery?" the 93 year old woman asked.
You laughed, "Of course!" you then paid the usual amount and went to go sit with Paulina and her mother, Odette.
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Sam and Bucky walked down the street just chatting about their day as well as things they need to do for the upcoming days. In the middle of a recollection about something that happened in the break room, Sam stopped talking when he heard Bucky's stomach growl. He smirked, "Did you not eat anything?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, "Well, while you were flirting with Nat in the break room, I was busy taking calls and overlooking papers. So no, I didn't eat."
Sam stopped and looked to his left where there stood a pizzeria, "Hm. Giorgina's...wanna try it out?"

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Right Person, Wrong Number (Wrong Number AU)
FanfictionSummary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.