Bucky Barnes || One Shots

Grump: The Musical (Fluff)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You drag Bucky Barnes to go see the hottest show in town: Rogers: The Musical.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None.

"Y'know," Bucky said as the two of you turned the corner onto 44th street, freeing yourselves from the condensed crowd of tourists in Times Square. "Sometimes I miss the forties."

Readjusting your scarf and pulling down your hat as the snow fell down around the both of you, you laughed.

"Yeah?" You asked. "Why's that?"

"Because," Bucky explained, reaching for your hand and interlocking your fingers. "Back then I could at least get around without someone shoving a stupid balloon or light up toy in my face in Times Square. And don't get me started on that knockoff Captain America. If Steve saw that-"

"If Steve saw that he'd laugh and you know it." You argued before pulling two tickets from your pocket as you came up on the desired theater Rogers: The Musical was playing at. "This on the other hand... this might piss Steve off."

You had not stopped hearing about this godforsaken musical all day.

When you purchased the tickets, it wasn't because you were particularly interested in seeing the show, or that you supported the idea of others capitalizing on your boyfriend, you and all of your friends' experiences, but because you figured... simply... that it would be funny.

If they were going to do it anyway, why not go and have a good laugh?

You certainly earned it after the year you had.

You knew Bucky wouldn't exactly be thrilled- especially not after he cursed out the show when an article announcing it's release came out months ago- and when he opened the envelope on Christmas morning, he had exactly the reaction you were expecting:

A crystal clear picture of disgust drawn on his face with the two tickets dangling from his thumb and forefinger as if he were repulsed by even the thought of it in his hand.

Although he had managed to not talk about it, or rather, push it from his mind for his own sake for the past few days, when Bucky woke up this morning, you knew you were in for it as soon as he kissed you good morning and immediately begged you to change your mind about the show and let him burn the tickets in the fireplace.

And you, of course, said no, leading the both of you to where you were now, standing in line outside the theater, waiting to enter the show of a lifetime.

"Might?" Bucky chuckled sarcastically. "Steve wouldn't even step foot in this line."

"So why are you standing in this line?" You asked before turning to the usher and handing him your tickets.

"Because," Bucky said. "As much as I hate this, I love you more."

Although he rolled his eyes at the confession, you knew he meant it sincerely.

Taking back your tickets from the usher, you found Bucky's hand once more as you stepped into the theater.

"I love you too, James."

You always knew how to make him melt. As much as he hated everything about going to see this show- and it certainly was not a secret- you calling him by his first name always made it impossible for him to say no to you, and this time was no different.

As the two of you found your seats and the lights dimmed as the show began, Bucky found comfort in the feeling of your hand in his despite his earlier protests.

However, the peace did not last for long.

-

"Is that supposed to be me?" Bucky whispered to you as he pointed to the obvious caricature of himself on stage.

"How many Sergeant Barneses do you know, babe?" You whispered back.

Ignoring your attitude, Buck continued.

"I look nothing like that guy."

"I wouldn't complain that much." You said nonchalantly. "He's pretty good-looking."

Hiding the smile on your face in the dark theater, you laughed as you heard your boyfriend shuffle in his seat to face you.

"What?!"

-

"This is so stupid." Buck groaned, gesturing towards the stage. "I mean Jesus, doll... Sam and I are singing together."

"It's a duet, Buck." You corrected him. "Maybe if the two of you sang out your feelings you wouldn't argue as much."

"In the middle of a fight?" Buck argued. "Maybe we should sing and dance next time Thanos-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off.

"Sir," An usher whispered, leaning over your boyfriend. "I'm going to have to ask you to quiet down."

As Bucky opened his mouth to argue back, the usher stepped away, forcing your boyfriend to sit back in his seat and face the stage, grumbling obscenities to himself.

-

As the show came to a close and the final number began to play that highlighted what followed for all of the characters after Steve Rogers disappeared, you grimaced as you watched your character faint and fall into Bucky's character's arms, singing about how such a "strong man" made her "weak in the knees".

"What the hell is this?" You whispered. "I knocked you out the first time we met! I would never, ever-"

"What happened to it being 'fun', doll?" Bucky asked, a part of him glad that some part of this show managed to get to you. "I thought you liked it?"

Then, Bucky shut his mouth as you both watched in horror as Bucky 2.0 sang about how he could "kiss his past behind" before he dipped your character way too close to the floor and shoved his lips against her's.

"Okay," You said, eyebrows still raised. "You were right, Buck."

"It's horrible, right?" He asked.

"Awful." You replied.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Turning back to your boyfriend, still completely and utterly grossed out by the scene you had just witnessed, you nodded and took his hand in yours as the two of you discreetly slipped out of the theater.

When you opened the doors of the theater, the cold of the snowy night blasted both you and your boyfriend in the face, but it was a welcome friend compared to whatever the two of you had just witnessed inside.

"That was.." Bucky began.

"Terrible." You finished. "I'm sorry I made you sit through that."

Rather than going on a rant about hating the show and how he told you that it would be horrible, your boyfriend only shrugged.

"S'alright, doll." Bucky replied, stretching out his clothed vibranium arm to wrap around your shoulders. "Wanna get out of here? Get something to eat?"

Glancing up at your boyfriend as snowflakes landed in his hair, you smiled.

"I'd like that." You said. "Also, you're way hotter than the guy who played you."

As you leaned your head into Bucky's chest, allowing him to guide you down the block, you smiled when he laughed at your comment.

"You think so?" He asked.

Running your hand up and down his back, you laughed.

"I know so."