Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes ; The Bet

Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance.

A young girl, around Peggy's age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her.

"(Y/N), you're here!"

"I wouldn't miss out on the chance to see you," She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile.

Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap on his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

"I've got a dare for you," Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. "I'll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out," Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows.

"Okay,...what's the catch?"

"You have to date her for more than four months,"

"no," Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. "No way, do you know how many days that is that I'd have to go without kissing some cute blonde?" Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

"What about two hundred?" Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly.

"Fine two hundred dollars," Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

"Guess you're gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month,"

"Whatever," Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down.

"Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,"

"Hello," Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky, on the other hand, was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

"Heya doll," Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her.

"Hi," (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

"She recently moved to Brooklyn-"

"Good choice cutie," Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he'd never seen a face redder than hers. It was...cute. Most women were throwing themselves at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he'd found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was.

Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one.

The "party" had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a 'your hair is looking fantastic', or maybe a little something like 'That's one hell of a dress'. Every time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless, it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.