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It's not that Bucky hated his father.
There where times where he definitely resented him, but it wasn't straight out hate. Growing up in the public eye meant that everything single thing that Bucky did was documented by the media.
Now that is what he actually hated. His father had been so concerned with Bucky ruining his reputation as an upstanding citizen that Bucky was to be kept under strict conditions so that no harm could potentially done.
Oh how it backfires.
At the barely legal age of 18, Bucky Barnes had managed to make his way onto every gossip magazine and site he possibly could. Whether it be trespassing on private property or underaged drinking, he had made a name for himself.
"George Barnes' rebellious teenage punk son at it again!"
"Classic 80's star George Barnes' son arrested?"
"James 'Bucky' Barnes' new flame? Turn to page 7 for more!"
Yeah, that's what he really hated, constantly being compared to his goodie-two-shoes dad. And how the media constantly made up fake claims? Sure he drank a lot for a teen and that he's definitely wound up on someone's private property once or twice but he's never been arrested.
Bucky groans and tosses his phone onto his bed.
Tonight was Bucky's 19th birthday bash, or whatever the fuck they were calling it. He only had two objectives for tonight 1) to get drunk and 2) to get laid.
It hadn't been a very good week.
On Monday, his favorite car had broken down and had to be sent away for repairs. Tuesday, some random bitch on twitter lied about sleeping with him and caused a huge frenzy. Wednesday, he spilled black coffee all over his new Gucci cardigan. Thursday, his dad introduced him to the new girlfriend and Bucky wanted to puke his guts out.
She wasn't mean, the women would of been lovely if she didn't remind Bucky so much of his dead mom.
So by friday, all Bucky wanted to do was celebrate his birthday by forgetting the entire week by blacking out and either fucking someone's brains out or getting his brains fucked out.
It felt like something he was capable of doing, the media and his father be damned.
Bucky stared at the walk in closet. He could wear those pair of slacks that Natasha said made his ass look nice, and maybe the white ruffle button down from Louis Vuitton.
He had to stand out tonight, not like he didn't stand out normally. Checking the time on his Apple Watch, Bucky grabs a nice pair of dress shoes and his Gucci coat. Just because he was miserable doesn't mean he's not going look good during it.
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Even rich people parties are a drag.
It had only been 2 hours.
He's surrounding by both women and men begging for his attention and sure, that's exactly what he wanted. But the issue is that no one here had managed to catch his eye, he didn't want to drop his standards out of desperation. And he was already long done with his first Long Island iced tea.
Bucky sighed and found the nearest group of well dressed men. He certainly didn't need the free drinks but it wouldn't be unwelcome to receive.
"Ah, the birthday boy. So glad we could make your acquaintance tonight." The two guys behind him snickered a bit but took a sip of their drinks.
"Of course, how could I miss you eyeing me up?" Bucky makes a point to look him up and down. The man he was talking to wasn't jaw droppingly attractive, but he would have to do for the night.
Bucky had certainly done worse.
"Hmm, whatcha drinking tonight? On me of course." He feels himself smile. Easy.
"Long Island, please." The man flags down the bartender and orders the drink for Bucky.
"Are you enjoying the party? Up to your tastes?" The brunette laughs and smiles, falling into the small talk easily.
"Sure, I definitely like what I see." Now it's the guy's turn to laugh. Flirting came easy to Bucky, just enough to keep them interested but teasing enough that they know to work for it.
"I certainly agree." There's an edge to his words, maybe there was more to this guy than expected.
One of the other men calls out and passes down Bucky's Long Island. "For you." He passes the drink into Bucky's waiting hands. And then the man rises his own glass. "Cheers to another loop around the sun?"
"Cheers." Bucky responds and clinks glasses. He takes a sip and the familiar taste fills his senses.
But there was something else. Maybe the bartender was using a slightly different gin from earlier? Bucky doesn't allow himself to dwell on it.
Well until his head starts to hurt. The man in front of him notices his slight wince.
"Hey are you alright?" The guy's arms come towards and Bucky pushes them away.
"I'm not feeling great I don't think, I'm just gonna grab my coat and head home." There goes his chance of completing either task he set for himself. And at his own party.
"I'll walk you over there-" He quickly starts but the brunette cuts him off sharply.
"No, no. I'll be alright, enjoy your night."
Bucky doesn't stumble over his own feet as he heads to the coat closet, but his surroundings do feel wrong. Almost like each object was changing sizes right before his eyes.
It's only when he inside the coat room his vision begins spinning. Bucky hears the door open and close but it doesn't really register since since he's just trying to keep himself from falling flat on his face.
"Woah, woah. Are you ok?"
Someone is talking but Bucky can't respond, it sounds like he's underwater. He doesn't recognize the voice, it isn't the man from before, maybe one of his buddies? Why would anyone follow him into here?
"Can you hear me?"
The brunette can hear him and he tries to audibly respond to this new guy but then he feels his body hit the ground.
Bucky's entire vision goes black.
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Waking up felt like taking a train to the head.
How much did he really drink last night? Maybe he was successful at blacking out. The sheets underneath him were soft, definitely high quality.
But they weren't his sheets. Bucky opens his eyes to an unfamiliar room, sun streaming in almost making him want to close them again.
Not his room, noted. There wasn't anyone next to Bucky when he woke up. The brunette knows how this goes. With a sigh, he looks around the room for his clothes only to realize he was still wearing them.
Did he fuck someone still dressed?
Bucky's head pounded at the prospect of thinking. The one clothing item missing was his coat and that started to sober him up. It had his wallet, phone, and keys in it. If he lost those..
Shit. The coat wasn't in the bedroom. Bucky is going to have to talk to his one night stand.
He found the door out of the, admittedly nicely decorated, bedroom. If Bucky wasn't so worried about his phone and wallet, he would of definitely taken the time to snoop around. After getting lost in a mess of hallways, the brunette finally catches on to voices and follows the sound.
Arriving in a very spacious and modern living space, Bucky does allow himself to look around. The ceilings were high and the windows covered some of the walls entirely. The decorations were fancy, pricy. Whoever's apartment this was, they had money.
Bucky soon realized that the voices he was following were no longer talking. Instead two men were staring at him from what Bucky is assuming is the kitchen. Before either of them could get a word in, Bucky spoke first.
"Can one of you tell me where my coat is." One of the man just gawked at him, like he wasn't real or something. But the other guy, who was quite handsome, just quirked his head at the brunette's question. "My coat." Bucky slowly repeated the question, for both his sake and the people he was speaking to.
"You really did kidnap someone." The gawking guy states. Kidnapped? Mr. handsome seemed upset by that so he snaps back.
"I did not kidnap anyone!"
"Okay, well then tell me why the Bucky Barnes is in your apartment after suspiciously going missing last night. And even from his own party at that!"
"I didn't mean to kidnap him, he passed out in front of me. What was I supposed to do Sam? Leave him?" They seem to squabble with one another for a minute and Bucky's headache is just killing him so he chooses the best option.
Screaming.
"MY COAT PLEASE." It does get them to stop talking, which is a win he's going to take.
"I don't have you coat."
"Well I wouldn't leave without it, even if I going to get laid. I'm amusing I slept with you Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Beautiful. So where is it." Blondie furrows his brows at either the nickname or his bluntness.
"You didn't leave under normal circumstances. I found you passed out, drunk I'm pretty sure. I had to carry you" Now it's Bucky's turn to be confused.
"I only finished one drink, I had only just started my second before my head started to hurt.." The conclusion hit Bucky, "My drink was spiked." Then a second conclusion came that he had even less evidence of. "You spiked my drink." Bucky ignored his headache in favor of being angry.
"What?" The blonde looked appalled."No! I wasn't the one who spiked your drink! Some asshole must of and I was the one who brought you from the party, no offense but you should be thanking me."
"Thanking you? Are you kidding?" The brunette scoffts, the audacity of this man. "Your friend here is right, you basically kidnapped me. Instead of bringing me here, you should of just taken me home!" Bucky screams, turning the conversation into a yelling match.
"How was I supposed to know where you lived? Celebrities don't just post their home addresses online you know!" Bucky's about to start yelling again but Blondie keeps talking. "I tried to do the right thing but you know what? Since you're such an asshole, I'm not gonna deal with you anymore. Here," He passes his phone to the brunette, "call up a car or something and get out the fuck out of my apartment. Give my phone back to Sam before you leave." And then he's storming away, muttering curses under his breath.
"Steve-" 'Sam' calls out but this 'Steve' guy is already gone. He rubs his hand over his face and turns is attention back to Bucky. "I'm really sorry man, I'm Sam by the way." They shake hands and Sam keeps talking. "He wasn't the one who spiked your drink, I promise you. I was with Rogers all night up until he decided he wanted to leave. He would never spike anyone's drink. Called me this morning telling me he carried a passed out guy home. Sorry about the technical kidnapping."
Bucky felt, conflicted. This Sam guy felt pretty earnest and the other guy seemed kinda pissed that Bucky even insinuated that he had been the one drugged him. But Blondie had been an asshole. Hence the conflicting feelings.
"It's alright." Is what he eventually goes with. "I'm just gonna call my driver and tell him to come pick me up."
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be back." Sam turns around and heads in the direction that the other guy stormed off in. Bucky sighs and types in his drivers number.
"Coulson."
"Hey Phill, it's Bucky. I'm calling from a borrowed phone, could you come pick me up?" There's silence on the other side for a moment.
"Man kid, you us all worried for a second there. Where are you?"
"One sec." Bucky covers the receiver and yells. "WHAT'S THE ADDRESS?" A voice that sounds a lot like Sam's yells back the address and the brunette repeats it to the man on the phone.
"I'll be there soon." And the call disconnects.
Bucky plopped himself on one of the fancy sitting room chairs. To pass the time he looked at the phone he had been given.
Newest model, default color, some lame black case, and no personalized lock screen picture. The guy was handsome, Bucky was not going to deny that, but he seemed so boring. His only personality trait was being an asshole.
Well.
Maybe not a complete asshole. He did take Bucky home while he was in a vulnerable state. What if the person who drugged him found him instead? Bucky doesn't even want to think what could of happened if Blondie didn't find him first.
Bucky would keep the address in mind so he could send a 'thank you' muffin basket. But with flavors like raisin and parsnip so Mr. Asshole know he was still petty.
Thankful and petty, they shouldn't go together but Bucky somehow makes it work.
A notification pops up on the phone just as Sam renters the living space.
(xxx) xxx-xxxx: This message is for James Barnes.
(xxx) xxx-xxxx: This is Phill, I have arrived.
"Hey Sam, my driver is here. Thank you for being so hospitable." Bucky passes the phone back and Sam laughs at the dig at his pissy friend.
"Of course, stay safe out there kid." He directs Bucky out of the penthouse, yeah Blondie was that kinda rich, and gives directions on how to get down to ground floor. The brunette follows them and finds Coulson's familiar car easily.
Only until they've pulled out of the loading space and into the flow of traffic does Bucky allow his thoughts to travel.
If he ever had to meet Mr. Tall, Blond, and Beautiful again it would be all too soon.