For the lovely BuckyGirl_Soldier, enjoy xx

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Setting: Post TWS (The Winter Soldier)

BUCKY'S P.O.V

Bucky shuffled into the kitchen of the Avengers tower tiredly, sleep still lingering in his senses as he prepared his breakfast to begin his day. Pouring a hot cup of coffee, he yawned as Steve entered the room. Flickering his eyes from his coffee to his best friend, he acknowledged his presence brightly.

"Morning pal," he said hoarsely, his voice husky as Steve realised that he had just woken up, "Coffee?"

Steve shook his head, "I already had one an hour ago," he said, before sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen, facing Bucky who constructed his meal.

Bucky yawned once more, running his flesh hand down his face. "What time is it?"

"Midday," Steve replied instantly, his eyebrows raised.

Getting up at this hour seemed normal to Bucky in the past few weeks. His daily routine consisted of sleeping, eating and watching television, not once leaving the Avengers Tower. Steve wondered if his best friend was beginning to turn extremely lazy, or he was too afraid of what the outside world would think of his after his traumatic experience as the Winter Solider, the person everyone in the world feared.

"Wow," Bucky snickered, "new record?" he joked before turning toward Steve, only to be faced with his serious glare.

"Not funny?" Bucky questioned, before grabbing his completed coffee and meal, and sitting in the seat opposite his friend.

"Bucky," Steve sighed, watching his friend shove his food in his desperate mouth. "I think you need to get out more,"

Bucky finished his meal and walked over to the sink, rinsing his dirty plate. "What makes you say that?"

As Bucky had not received a reply, he knew Steve was looking at him dumbfounded.

Bucky rolled his eyes, "fine, I understand what you mean," he said, rubbing his newfound longer stubble on his chin. "I feel like a hobo,"

Steve chuckled at his friend, "I'm such a good friend, that I've even bought you a ticket for that metal band you've been listening to 24/7," Steve rolled his eyes mockingly, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the paper ticket.

In an instant, the ticket was snatched from Steve's hands. Steve's eyes widened in shock as Bucky held the ticket closer to his eyesight, to see if it was actually real.

"Steve," Bucky whispered, obvious that he was in shock. "Thankyou, thankyou!" he said excitedly.

Steve laughed at his friend's childish reaction to the ticket, it made him happy to see Bucky act this way. He hadn't seen him this excited since the war.

"I may not know much about modern 'music' these days, but ever since you started playing that music in your room, and you eyeballing that drummer from it, I knew it would make you happy," Steve snickered at Bucky's flushed face as soon as he mentioned the drummer of the band.

"You better pamper up for the lovely lady, Buck. The concert starts in seven hours."

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Bucky shuffled slowly behind the crowd of people entering the venue which held the metal band's performance. Excitement made the ex-assassin jittery, a feeling that he hadn't felt in over 70 years. His cheeks began to flush slightly at the thought of the drummer of the band, the only girl included in the band. Bucky had watched their 'music videos' or whatever modern day society had called them, and he fell for her instantly. The thought of seeing her in real life, in person, made his heart beat rapidly.

But would she like him, for really him? Or would she hide away from him, like the rest of society did?

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YOUR P.O.V

You watched in the reflection of the lit-up mirror as the artists perfected your facial features, several of the working at the same time. Every time that you took the stage, you told your artists to keep it as natural as possible, to show your true beauty whilst on the stage. And you were happy every time, as they only covered up the blemishes, looking like you weren't even wearing any makeup at all.

"You look as stunning as ever, Emma," the artists spoke, their eyes widening at the mere sight of you as they took in your features, commenting on their work.

"Thankyou ladies," you snickered, "you never fail to impress,"

The artists decided to leave your hair out, natural also. They had dressed you in plain, ripped black jeans and the top with your band branded on it. This was your favourite look, the one to show to your favourite American crowd.

"Stop admiring yourself Em, the show starts in 5," the rest of your band snickered as they readied their instruments.

You rolled your eyes as ran over to them, snatching your drumsticks off the lead singer, twirling them in your fingers before playfully knocking them on the top of his head.

"Ready guys?" You asked, receiving exaggerating nods of your bandmates.

With that, the lead singer led the band out, you trailing closely behind. As you entered the stage behind the thick red curtain, the audience erupted in an a frenzy.

The lights blinded you, your ears already becoming strained with the overpowering noise of the crowd. But that comes with being famous, and you loved it.

Walking over to your drum set, the lead singer announced your presence to the crowd. "Let's hear it for the loveliest drummer a band could ask for, Emma!" he said enthusiastically.

Hearing your announcement, you raised your hand in the air, waving and giving the crowd your loveliest smile. With your gesture, you received an uproar from the crowd and your eyes scanned the crowd of fans before you.

Your eyes then landed on the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

His eyes were the brightest blue, your own entranced to them. Your eyes raked over his face, leaving you standing in the middle of the stage, staring at the beautiful man until your bandmates gestured you to the drum set. The man gave you back your affections, his wide eyes following you walking over to the drum set, before you sat down and flashed him a wink. Even though the light was dim, you could see his cheeks flaring a bright shade of red.

Pulling the microphone over you ear you spoke, "This one is for the man in front row," you said, pointing toward the beautiful man and snickered as his eyes widened, "Meet me backstage after the show, gorgeous," you flashed him a wink, before the crowd erupted in applaud once more.

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After hours of signing merchandise and taking photos with fans, you should be tired. But after meeting the gorgeous man at the concert, your mind seemed to run wild, your senses keeping you awake.

The man's name was James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky for short, and he made your heart race and cheeks turn scarlet every time he complimented you. As you both exchanged phone numbers, You wondered when you would see his face again.

But, it seemed that the gorgeous man couldn't sleep as well. Your phone suddenly lit up and you raced toward it, your smile beaming as you realised it was the man with bright eyes.

Bucky: I miss you.

You snickered, your face instantly lightening once you saw the letters of his name.

Emma: It's only been an hour Bucky! But, I miss you too x

Almost instantly, the man with the metal arm smothered your home screen once more with a message.

Bucky: Want to come over? We'll only cuddle, I promise ;)

Emma: I'd love to see you again. What's your address?

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You lay on the couch of the Avengers tower with Bucky's arms wrapped around you and his head on your chest. One of your hands was entangled in his hair, whilst the other held his metal hand. You had spent a couple of hours with Bucky, and he told you everything about his life. From the war, to the Winter Solider, to the present man who had scattered memories and loved your band.

You're not sure if you felt love for the broken man, but it was pretty close.

Sensing your zoning out, Bucky looked up to you. "What are you thinking about?"

You smiled back down at him, "I'm considering wether I should kiss you or not," you said flirtatiously.

With your remark, Bucky instantly sat up, a grin settling on his perfected features. You watched as his eyes lingered on your lips for a moment, running his tongue slowly on his bottom lip.

Your heart ran wild as his eyes met yours once more, his head slowly leaning in to yours, your lips only centimetres apart.

"I'm not gonna stop you," he whispered, and with his remark, your hands were pressed to the side of his face and your lips met.

This was the time you shared your first kiss, and you had an amazing feeling that it wouldn't be your last.

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Hey guys!

Hope you enjoy this requested one shot by the lovely BuckyGirl_Soldier, something out of my comfort zone as I don't listen to metal bands, but I love a challenge and liked how this turned out! 

I've received quite a few requests which I love guys no doubt about that, but if you wish to request, there may be quite a wait as I'm finishing other requests and have a very busy life (I know lol), and I wish to make some of my own one shots too, but I will get around to them I promise! 

But keep requesting if you wish! Just be prepared to be waiting a while :)

Peace out, fellow 'Wattpadians' - -thighsofbetrayxl (credit to this amazing chick for bringing this word into my life, you never fail to make me laugh! It's gonna be a trend soon, I promise!) 

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