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Bucky knew his staring could feel creepy to you if you noticed it. But still, Bucky couldn’t help it. Every time he had a chance, he was watching you, his eyes followed you intently and a playful nudge from Steve startled him and he quickly turned his attention to Steve.
“Like what you see?” Steve asked his friend and grinned while nodding towards you. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, but then he let a small smile creep on his face as he turned his gaze to you again.
“She’s beautiful… I wonder who she is?” Bucky wondered, leaning close to Steve’s ear so Steve could hear him over the music.
“I don’t know, but go ask her if you’re curious.” Steve shrugged and took a sip from his drink. “You could get a new friend. And there’s good to have friends in a world like this.”
And with those words and a firm pat on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve left from Bucky’s side, leaving his friend standing there alone. He had his drink in hand and eyes on you, and the ice had long since melted to the drink since Bucky had forgotten to drink it. Bucky saw you talking to people and laugh with them, and made a mental note to talk to you at some point in the evening. Like Steve said - it would be good to have more friends.
So when the party was already ending and people had slowly left the party, Bucky spotted you sitting on the couch all alone, sipping your drink every once in a while observing those few people remaining on the dancefloor. So he just straightened his posture and walked up to you.
“Hello”, he greeted you, and you lifted your gaze up to him in surprise.
“Oh, hi”, you smiled at the man who was standing before you and tilted your head to him and squinted your eyes slightly. “Hey, aren’t you one of the Avengers?”
Bucky nodded and grinned. “Kind of new to that job, but yeah.”
Silence engulfed you both for a moment and you let out a long breath.
“I’m a family friend - I mean Tony’s family friend, of course”, you stumbled in your words with a slight blush, and outstretched your hand for Bucky to shake. He gladly accepted it and shook your hand shortly, before he smiled as he looked up into your eyes.
“You can call me Bucky,” he answered, and his smile turned into a grin. Maybe something beautiful would follow out of meeting you.