bucky's head seemed to turn with the rhythm of the music, as if it was some edit. he didn't like to admit it, but the anxiety was starting to creep into his chest like always. he tried to force his feelings down, but it wasn't helping.

❝you got visuals at all?❞ sam asked behind him, low enough where others wouldn't hear, but loud enough over the raging music in the club.

❝no.❞ bucky simply replied, continuing to search the crowded room. he knew you could hear the two, but it started to annoy him that you didn't respond over the comms.

he turned towards sam, about to inform the avenger that he was going to go look for you, but he suddenly felt a gentle hand. only you had that kind of touch.

turning around again, relief flooded over him like a blanket to see you in front of him. you smiled up at him, proud and full of adoration.

❝hey, soldier.❞ you hummed as bucky took in the sight of your clothing. you looked good.

❝hey, Y/N.❞ he smirked back, hear sam groan under his breath. he was wrapped around your thumb and you didn't even know it.

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(author's note)

MY BABIES LOOK GOOD
MMMMMM LOOK AT THEM
y'all do NOT know how excited
i am for fatws

BUCKY, BABY . . .
momma's here for ya