A/N: Here is part 2, to make up for my absence the past two days. It’s a bit longer than part 1 too :) I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think! I thrive on your feedback ♥
Word Count: 1,171
Warnings:
- none. maybe language.
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine.
“So how is this gonna go?” you asked Bucky in the car, on the way to his parent’s house, breaking the awkward silence that lingered.
“We just have to, yanno, convince my parents we’re a couple,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the road. You watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
“Hold hands, giggle at each other’s jokes, give flirty eyes, stuff like that?”
It was your turn to grip the handle of your bag tightly, causing indents from the material to appear on your hands.
“I mean, yeah. In order for my mom to get off my back, we have to be somewhat convincing…”
You swallowed hard, hoping Bucky didn’t see your discomfort.
“Do we have to kiss?” you blurted out. Bucky shifted in his seat.
“No, I mean… not if you don’t want to.”
You somehow managed to chuckle at his discomfort, even though your heart was absolutely racing at the thought of kissing those perfect, pouty lips.
“Well, it’d be mighty convincing, no? Maybe that should be saved for desperate measures.”
You reached over and patted his shoulder, and you felt him relax. He finally took his eyes off the road to look at you, for a brief second.
“Thank you for doing this for me, seriously. I’d be lost without you.”
“Like I said, Barnes. You owe me, big time.”
The rest of the ride to the Barnes residence was filled with laughter and impromptu karaoke. Your heart swelled watching Bucky try to remember the words to your favorite Rihanna song, recording it on your phone as“blackmail”.
When you finally pulled up the drive to their house, your throat became dry. It was a beautiful three story colonial home. Everything was in perfect condition, including the lawn. It was pristine, and you immediately felt out of place. Bucky shut off the car and looked to you.
“Are you sure about this, Y/N? If this makes you uncomfortable, we can go home right now. Just tell me, and I’ll take us home.”
Us. The word rang through your brain like a boomerang. You knew he didn’t mean it in the way you wanted to, but you couldn’t help but to get your hopes up. You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, knowing your hand would be wrapped in Bucky’s soon enough. Inhaling deeply, you let your breath out loudly.
“I’m good, I promise. If it becomes too much, I’ll let you know. Let’s do this.”
The smile that spread across his handsome face was reward enough, as he got out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side. Bucky opened your door and grabbed your bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He extended his hand to you and you took it, climbing out of the car. Except he didn’t let go of your hand, and a chill shivered its way throughout your entire body. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, only intensifying your goosebumps.
“I know my mom is already watching from the living room window. If she saw me not open the door for you or carry your bag, she’d murder me in my sleep.”
“Good to know that chivalry isn’t dead,” you smiled up at him. “You’re a real gentleman, Barnes.”
It was his turn to take a deep breath, as he looked at his childhood home, your hands still linked together.
“Alright,” he finally said. “Let’s do this.”
With one final squeeze to your hand, you followed behind Bucky up the driveway. His mother already had the door open, her body practically vibrating as she awaited her son to finally reach her. Her arms were outstretched to hug him, and Bucky finally let go of your hand to embrace her. With his hand gone, yours felt lonely, so you stuffed them both into the pockets of your jeans.
As you watched them embrace each other, you could see how much he looked like his mother. She was stunning, and they shared a lot of the same features in the face. Her smile was perfect and wide, just like Bucky’s, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean, as they finally darted away from her son, to you.
“It’s great to see you, Mom,” Bucky said, rubbing her shoulder. He looked back at you, as you balanced on the balls of your feet, waiting to be introduced.
“It’s always great to see you, my dear,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. “And who is this?”
Your head snapped up, and you looked from Bucky to his mother quickly.
“Where are my manners?” Bucky said, taking your hand again and pulling you forward. “Mom, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.”
The word echoed in your brain, just like before. Even though you knew this was all a scam, it felt so real.
“Hi, Mrs. Barnes,” you said quickly, outstretching your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your home is beautiful. I am completely envious of your flowers. I can’t even grow a weed.”
The sound of her laughter was like music in the air. Bucky was practically beaming next to you, so much so you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him. He squeezed your hand.
“Thank you so much, dear. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Bucky has told me so much about you.”
You glanced at Bucky quickly, trying not to make it obvious. What had he told her? Did he tell her the truth about you? This was something you’d have to discuss later. Any wrong piece of information you spewed, could ruin the whole plan.
“He’s told me so much about you too,” you replied, which he had. Bucky spent a whole day before you left, just telling you about his family. “You raised a great son, Mrs. Barnes.”
“Please,” she said, clutching her chest. “Call me, Winnie.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you smiled, sincerely liking Bucky’s mom.
“Please, come inside and meet George. I’ll show you where you and Bucky’s room will be,” she gestured with her hand for you to come inside. “Come, come.”
Suddenly, Bucky pulled you close, under the watchful eye of his mother. You made an odd sound, as the air whooshed out of your lungs. His hand was around your waist, his crystal blue eyes staring into your soul. Leaning down, he kissed you on the lips, sending fire throughout your veins. Your body became lax, your brain making noises like a VHS tape on rewind. As soon as his lips were on yours, they were pulled away, leaving you in a haze.
“Ohhhhh,” Winne crooned. “Young love is so sweet!”
Out of your peripheral vision, you could see his mother clap her hands together in delight, but your eyes were only on Bucky’s, as he continued to stare into yours.
As you followed Bucky into the Barnes house, you couldn’t help but think of the one question that wouldn’t stop nagging at you: Did he feel that too?
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