His Girl (Bucky Barnes Fan-Fiction)

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He looked out into the room, looking at every single face he can. Hoping to see that one that hadn't left his mind for the last few months. The tear stained face that he didn't want to see. Not because he didn't care about them but it was a painful reminder of that day.

The day he knew he caused her so much pain. He wanted to see her smiling face again so he can exchange it with the one in his mind. He wanted her to look at him like before.

"She'll show up," Steve says from besides him.

"I'm not looking for her," he says before taking a shot of tequila.

"Buck, we both know that's not true," Steve says.

"I doubt she'll be here. Not after what I said to her," Bucky says.

"It's Tony and Pepper's wedding. She wouldn't miss it for the world. She'll be here," Steve promises.

Steve pats Bucky's shoulder, "Come and sit with us."

"I'll be there in a sec."

Steve looks at his best friend one more time and leaves to the table. Bucky turns back around and orders another drink. His drink is placed in front of him. He grabs the glass and leans against the counter, looking out in the crowd one more time.

When he doesn't see her face, he pushes himself off the counter about to take a step when the doors pull open. Something in him tells him to look over and a part of him is grateful he did.

It's like the breath was knocked out of his chest. For just a moment he forgot how to breath. They still had the same effect on them like always. Taking his breath away. His eyes couldn't help but roam down her body. Her dress hugged all of her curves perfectly.

What he loved more was the high slit it had, he loved every part of her body but if he had to chose his favorite. It'd be her legs, he could kiss them all the time if he could.

He suddenly felt his pants grow tight. He shift as he tried to readjust his pants. It's been so long since he had any sort of release. He couldn't look at any woman the same anymore. All because they weren't her and he didn't care. All he wanted was her.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He felt his heart flutter at just her sight alone. His heart immediately dropped when he saw who stepped up behind her. Thor.

A million thoughts ran through his head. He couldn't help but feel jealous and hurt. Jealous that it wasn't him at her side and sad at the thought she doesn't love him anymore. He couldn't blame her, not after all he's said to her.

"Auntie Rose," little Morgan wraps her tiny arms around her.

Rose leans down to pick her up. Thor reaches down and takes her handbag giving her room to pick Morgan up. Bucky can see her talking to the child unable to make out what she's telling her. She kisses her cheek and places her down before she runs off.

After she grabs her bag, her heads turns to where their friends were. She begins to walk at the opposite direction of where he is standing. His eyes glued to the backside of her body. The dress really illuminated her curves nicely.

But what caught his attention was the placement of Thor's hand. In the middle curve of her back, as he guides them to the table. Bucky couldn't help but feel possessive at that. That's his girl not anybody else's.