genre: fluff??
era: 40s bucky
inspiration: i wanna be loved by you by marilyn monroe

bucky walked into the bar with steve, it was his idea to come out tonight. steve was still complaining, but bucky had already gotten them dates so they couldn't bail.

the girls spotted them, "hi bucky!" the blonde one said with a flashy smile. the brunette ran up to him too and steve rolled his eyes.

this is how it always was. women flocked to bucky and completely ignored steve.

bucky offered to buy drinks for the girls. they politely accepted and steve stayed by their sides as bucky went over to the bar.

"two martinis, please," bucky asked the bartender as he slid him a couple bills.

as bucky waited for the bartender to make the drinks, his eyes trailed the room. they stopped on the stage, just across from him, where a few people were playing instruments.

what caught his attention the most, was you.

you were standing in the center, swaying lightly to the music. your lips were a few inches from a thick microphone that was being held up by a stand.

the form fitting dress you were wearing had a deep v neckline and a bow in the back. you were wearing a matching pair of two inch pumps.

as soon as bucky heard your voice, his mind discarded all memory of steve and the girls.

i wanna be loved by you, just you.

it was as if he were in a trance. as if you were a siren leading him out to sea.

nobody else but you.

he couldn't avert his gaze and his lips were slightly parted in awe.

i wanna be loved by you, alone!
boop-boop-a-doop!

bucky grinned. he'd never heard such an angelic voice in his life.

i wanna be kissed by you, just you.

bucky took in every detail of you. the way you held the mic in your gloved hands. the way you moved so incredibly gracefully.

nobody else but you.

as you continued singing, every person in the room seemed to disappear until it was just bucky standing there grinning like an idiot and you, standing on stage with a spotlight illuminating your smile.

i wanna be kissed by you, alone!

bucky could've sworn that you winked at him, but it was gone as quickly as it came. your focus was directed towards the crowd, not just him.

i couldn't aspire

"sir?" a voice asked distantly.

to anything higher

when he didn't respond it asked again, "sir?"

than to fill the desire...

"sir!" it asked a little louder and almost in an agitated manner. bucky turned to see the bartender giving him a look. it took a couple of blinks, but bucky shook off the daze.

to make you my own!

"oh," he said as he saw the man holding drinks up for him, "thanks, pal!"

boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-booh!

he took them and started walking through the crowd, but once again turned to watch you.

i wanna be loved by you, just you.

rings sparkled on your fingers, sending rays of holographic light across the room.

nobody else but you.

bucky decided that he just had to find you after you were done preforming. he had to meet you.

i wanna be loved by you, alone.

bucky hummed along to the next part of the song with you and wistfully began walking back over to steve.

i couldn't aspire

you were the only thing on his mind, so it came as no shock when he bumped into someone and spilled one of the drinks all over them.

"hey! watch it knucklehead!" a taller man said angrily as he pushed bucky back.

you got distracted by the commotion, but kept singing.

"sorry, man. i didn't mean any trouble," bucky apologized.

the man glared at bucky, "then don't cause none."

steve appeared out of nowhere with an equally menacing glower, "is there a problem here?"

bucky held him back with one arm, "steve, don't."

the man grinned menacingly, "what's this shrimp gonna do?"

steve bull dozed past bucky's arm and struck the guy with a right hook.

he stumbled back, more out of shock than anything. the music stopped immediately and everyone stared at the three boys.

the man balanced himself before going towards steve and soon a whole brawl broke out throughout the room. most of the girls ran off, the others stayed behind pulling each other's hair.

you just picked up your mic and rolled your eyes. this had happened at a few of your performances so it was nothing new. you took it backstage and packed your equipment.

the bartender threatened to call the cops if everyone didn't get out right away, so they fled like roaches.

bucky and steve were outside sitting on the sidewalk. bucky laughed and shook his head.

"what?" steve asked.

"you're trouble, buddy," he said still chuckling.

"me!? you were the one who dumped your drink on him!" steve combatted.

bucky raised his eyebrows as if to say, "that's fair."

"what had you so distracted anyhow?" steve asked curiously.

"uh- nothin'," bucky responded suspiciously.

stev arched a brow, "alright, now i know it's somethin', you gotta tell me."

bucky blushed. he actually blushed. god he was whipped.

"just this girl," bucky said softly as your face resurfaced in his mind.

steve patted him on the back, "nice work, jerk."

"don't call me a jerk, punk! she was...she was just-" bucky slapped his hand away and tried to express his thoughts.

"pretty?" steve asked.

bucky grinned, "more than pretty."

steve shook his head and stood up before reaching a hand out to bucky, "c'mon you doll dizzy idiot, we gotta catch a cab."

bucky laughed at steve's teasing and as he stood up, you walked out of the alley. bucky assumed you'd taken the back door out of the bar.

he tapped steve's shoulder rapidly to get his attention before you left.

"huh?" steve spun around.

bucky nodded in your direction and when steve's eyes fell upon you, he made an 'o' shape with his mouth.

"she is more than pretty," steve concluded.