Marvel Imagines & Preferences

Bucky- Helpless

This is inspired by the song 'Helpless' from the PHENOMENAL musical Hamilton. I flipping love it, and was feeling Bucky :) enjoy!!

"I don't want to be here."

"Y/N-"

"I don't like parties."

"Y/N, just stay for a little bit," your best friend Natasha pleaded. "It'll be fun, I promise."

You frowned and leaned against the wall, glancing around the party you stood on the outskirts of. As she did almost every weekend, Natasha had dragged you to one of Tony's parties against your will. You slowly lifted your drink to your lips as your eyes flicked around the room, searching for some good people watching. Suddenly, your eyes landed on a man across the room, and your heart stopped.

His dark hair fell to just above his broad shoulders, and he was wearing all black. He stood next to Steve, who was engaged in a conversation with Bruce, but looked somewhat distant. He was beautiful, to say the least. You felt completely helpless just looking at him.

"Nat," you muttered, lowering your glass. "Who is that?"

Natasha swallowed her sip of wine and rose her eyebrows. "Who?"

"The guy next to Steve," you responded. "With the hair."

"Why?" A grin crossed her face slowly, and her eyes flicked towards him. "Do you think he's cute?"

"No!" You lied. "Of course not! I've just never seen him before."

"I'll be right back."

Before you could stop her, Natasha was walking towards the man, a plan clearly forming in her mind. You watched in horror as she started talking to him about God knows what. As you watched them, you became lost in your own thoughts.

Goddammit, I should've told her I thought he was attractive. Now she's going to go talk to him and get him to fall in love with her because she's Natasha and she's perfect and HOLY SHIT THEY'RE COMING BACK OVER HERE?!

"Y/N," Natasha said, squeezing your arm slightly. "I want you to introduce you to someone. This is Bucky. He's a friend of Steve's."

Bucky smiled slightly at you, and you almost felt like you were going to faint.

"Hi," he said softly. "Like she said, I'm Bucky."

"I'm, uh, I-I'm-" you stammered.

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT MY NAME.

"Y/N," Natasha cut you off.

"Um, yeah, I'm Y/N," you muttered, your cheeks flushing. "Sorry."

Bucky chuckled. His laugh didn't make you feel stupid about forgetting your own name, instead, you started laughing too.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it," Natasha shook both of your shoulders before disappearing into the party.

You looked back towards Bucky, your heart pounding.

"How long have you known Steve?" He asked.

"Ever since he was taken off ice, pretty much," you answered quickly. "You?"

Bucky put his hands in his pockets as the corners of his mouth flicked upward. "Eighth five years, give or take a few."

Your eyes widened. "Oh, you're..."

"Like him," he nodded. "Yeah."

"How come I've never seen you around here before?"

"Steve and I lost touch for a while. And I don't exactly like parties. Steve dragged me out here, said I don't get out enough."

The two of you started laughing again. Your heart skipped a beat as he smiled.

"I get it. I don't like parties either. I'm sorry you got dragged here."

"It's not too bad," he shrugged and looked up. "After all, I met you."

You blushed and stared at your feet. Bucky reached over suddenly and pushed a large piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your face only grew redder.

"Sorry, that was weird," he laughed slightly at himself. "You just have really pretty eyes."

"It wasn't weird," you said quickly. "It was sweet."

He smiled and looked around at the rest of the party. "Do you maybe wanna get out of here? Go get something to eat?"

"Yeah," you nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love that."

Bucky smiled even wider and you both started walking towards the exit.

God, you thought as you walked down the block, I've known Bucky for less than an hour and I'm already in love with him.