Right Person, Wrong Number (Wrong Number AU)

Part 8

Bucky's leg bounced in the car as he watched the buildings pass by. Sam slapped his knee and Bucky cried out, "Ow! What the hell!"

"Your bouncing is annoying me! Stop it!"

Bucky rolled his eyes and stopped his leg from moving. He then looked at his phone for the fifth time since they've got in the car and still not a message from you. He understood that you were probably working right now, but damn, you got him addicted to you. He wanted to talk to you 24/7 if he could.

Sam nudged Bucky's side, "We're here." he thanked the uber drive and exited the car, with Bucky following him. They entered the building and went through security. Afterwards, they went to the information desk, giving their names. The young man at the desk smiled and notified them that someone will be down to pick them up. He then gestured to the leather couches off to the side.

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Maria had received word that Sam Wilson and James Barnes had arrived, instructing Wanda to bring them up for outfit fittings.

"Hi! Mr. Wilson and Barnes, I assume?" Wanda asked with a smile.

Both men stood up and Sam shot her a smile, "That's us! And who might you be?"

"I'm Wanda, assistant to the photographer. I'm just here to bring you guys up for your fittings. After that, we'll be ready to shoot! Now if you follow me!" she gestured to the elevators and the men followed her.

When they arrived to their destination, they were greeted to a lot of hustle and bustle. Racks of clothings rolled by, Steve being the driver of it.

"Steve!" Bucky said excitedly.

Steve stopped, "Buck! Sam! Hey!"

All three of them gave each other the typical bro-hug, "Man, I didn't know you worked for Sheer!"

"Well, sorta. I work here and there for a bunch of places." he shrugged.

"But, we're trying to get him to get him to stay for good." all three men turned to see a woman walking towards them, you. You smiled at Steve and Bucky, "Mister Wilson and Mister Barnes, I'm Y/N, you're photographer for the shoot."

Bucky suddenly froze. Y/N. Y/N that he was talking to was a photographer. Wait a mi- Sam nudged him with a concerned look. Bucky cleared his throat, "Nice to meet you, Y/N. That's a beautiful name by the way."

"Thanks, my mom gave it to me." you said jokingly and the men laughed, "Anyway, Steve here will be your stylist. He'll go over some items, see what works and what doesn't work, etc. After that, you're mine!"

Steve nodded, "So you fellas ready?"

Sam gave him a thumbs up, "Let's do this!" Steve began to walk towards the dressing room area with Sam following. Bucky began to follow as well, but he looked over at you. Could it be that this was the person he's been talking to for so long?

He pulled out his phone ready to text you, but it was pulled out of his hand, "Hey!" he cried out as he saw Sam pocket the phone.

"Focus on this first, then you can text your mystery girlfriend afterwards."

Bucky glared at his friend, "Sam, seriously, give me my phone back. This is important."

"As of right now, your girl isn't important. This is. Let's just get through all of this and I'll give your phone back. I promise."

"Fine," Bucky gritted out as he marched past Sam into the dressing area.

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Throughout the fitting, Bucky was anxious. He really wanted his phone back to see if this was you. He didn't just want to go up and be like "Hey! Are you the girl I've been texting for months now?" That'd be too weird.

Anyway, after about an hour of trying on different suits, Sam and Bucky were able to choose three that fit them well. They went through hair and makeup, got dressed, and were pushed onto the first set up.

You approached them as they walked up to the set, "Lookin' good guys! You ready to do this?" you held up your camera.

Sam nodded, "I'm ready!" he pat Bucky on the shoulder, "Let's do this?"

Bucky seemed a bit uncomfortable, "Uh, well, I'm actually feeling a bit peckish. Might be the nerves. Is it alright if I grab something real quick?"

You nodded, "Yeah, that's fine! There's a snack table near the elevators. There's also bottle of waters there too. Help yourself." you then put your attention to Sam. "Is it alright if we get a few solos of you?"

Sam shot you a toothy grin, "I'm all yours!" he followed you to the set and glanced back at Bucky who just gave him a shrug.

As Bucky headed towards the snack table, Steve approached him, "Hey, Buck! I think you left your phone in the dressing area." in his hand was Bucky's phone."

Bucky could've said that it was Sam's, but then he thought, This is my chance. He smiled at his old friend and took his phone, "Thanks, pal. Would've been lost without it."

"You're welcome. Hey, maybe this weekend we could go out for some drinks? It's been a while. Needa catch up."

Looking down at his phone, Bucky nodded, "Sounds good, Stevie. I'll let you know when I'm free."

"Alright. Gotta head back. See ya around."

"See ya," Bucky mumbled as he clicked on your number and hit dial. As it rang, he sneakily walked over to set where you were currently letting Steve fix Sam's outfit a bit. Since you weren't busy at the moment, you were able to see who was calling.

You saw Bucky's number and your brows furrowed. He's never called before. You wondered if he was in trouble or something, "Bucky?" you answered.

Bucky suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. It was you! You're Y/N! You're his Y/N! He hung up the phone in panic and you looked back at your phone, confused. Maybe it was a butt dial.

You then shrugged and pocketed your phone once more and put your attention back on Sam.

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Throughout the shoot, Bucky kept trying to keep his cool. But God he was a mess. He was freaking out. You were right there in front of him. He was there in front of you and you didn't even know it!

After about two hours of the shoot, everything was finished. You gave each of them a big smile, "Great job today guys! Everything looks great! Thank you so much for coming and working with my team and I!"

Sam shook your hand, "No problem. Thanks to you guys for giving us the opportunity. We're really grateful. Right, Bucky?"

When you heard the name Bucky, your smile fell, "Bucky?" you looked to the man who Sam called Bucky, aka, James.

Bucky gave you a small smile, "Hi, Y/N." and you felt all the blood drain from your face.