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Mission: Steve + End of the week = Boyfriend.

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SUNDAY, 1:00PM

He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't even know why he's scared like bitch, he's the Winter Soldier.

'So why can't he just ask Steve out?'

Like it shouldn't be that hard. He should be able to walk up to Steve and just be like 'Steve, I like you. I've liked you since I knew I was able to like anything, shit probably before I've even liked anything. But what I'm trying to say is that I want you to be my boyfriend. Be my boyfriend Steve. If your my boyfriend then that means I'm your boyfriend. I'd like that, so be my boyfriend.' but nooooooov, Bucky can't stop being a little bitch. He doesn't want to ask anybody to help him cause 11 out of 10, he'll get made fun of and he would get mad and that wouldn't help him anything. So he'll just keep staring at Steve's door outside his house like a creep. It's all good.

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MONDAY, 12:30PM

"So Bucky, what's your problem?"

Bucky was such a wuss. After standing outside Steve's door again, he had ran off to Wanda. Now they were sitting outside on a park bench.

"I'm too scared to ask out Steve." Now she was going to laugh at him. Everybody did. Why did he even -

"That's it?" What.

"I figured you came to me to help you with what's inside your head or something similar to that." Oh, ok.

"I don't know what to do." He said in a quiet, raspy voice while looking at his hands that were closed together. He never did look at Wanda.

"Do you know anything Steve likes?" Flowers. He doesn't know what kind of flowers Steve likes though.

"Steve likes flowers but I don't know what kind." Bucky was sure he sounded like a sad child.

"Try going to the florists and ask them what kind of flowers mean what and see if they'll give you a dozen flowers, each of one kind, and give it to Steve as a start off." A start off. That doesn't seem too bad, he can just work his way up to asking Steve out. Ok.

"Ok."

Bucky ran off, leaving Wanda kind of confused but happy at the same time.

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MONDAY 1:00PM

"So yellow means devotion or friendship, red means the blood of Christ and/or romantic love, camellia white means adorable, camellia pink means longing for you, the daisy means innocence, the lily means beauty, a red rose means love and respect, zinnia magenta means lasting affection, zinnia yellow is daily remembrance, a poppy means your presence soothes me, a thorn-less rose means love at first sight, a variegated tulip means beautiful eyes, a moss rosebud is an confession of love, a pink carnation means I'll never forget you, garlic is strength or courage, and narcissus means stay sweet as you are. So, which one's would you like?" There were way more flowers than the woman named but she only told him those so he wouldn't walk around the store and not know what to get.

"All of them."  Woah. This guy wanted all of them? This person must be really special.

"Ok sir just one of ea-"

"Dozen. Of each." DAMMMMMNNNNN. Where have customers like him been all her life?

"Sir are you sur-"

"Yes. A dozen. Of each. All of them." This guy is serious. The florists finds this very sweet.

"You know what, since this person is obviously very special...this is on the house." Bucky didn't get that reference.

"What does that mean?" He's never heard of that. Wow.

"It means it's free." Oh.. so that's what it meant.

"Ok. T-thank you." Now Bucky sounded like a shy kid.

"No problem sweetie. You'll have to wait about 25 minutes for the flowers."

"Ok." The lady left from the post and went to wrap up Steve's flowers.

Bucky didn't like her calling him sweetie. Only Steve could call him that.

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MONDAY 2:00PM

Bucky's been standing at Steve's door again with all the flowers in the bags. Should he just knock on the door and give them to Steve or just leave the flowers on the door-

"Hey Bucky."

Shit. Gotta Blast.

"What are you doing with-" Steve gave a small shriek when Bucky threw the flowers at Steve and ran off like a cheetah was chasing him.

Steve was confused.

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TUESDAY 1:00PM

Bucky felt really bad for just throwing those flowers in Steve's face and bailing out. He was going to buy Steve the little chocolate cake he loves so much from Jack in the Box and apologize and fucking freak out this time. Steve is probably mad as hell and most likely doesn't want to see him right now.

'Shit, I wouldn't wanna see me either.'

But Bucky's not no punk bitch. He's gonna go in Steve's face and hand that damn chocolate cake to him and he's going to apologize like a real man! Real men apologize and Bucky apologizes, so that makes him a real man!

'EXACTLY! I AM SO NOT GONNA PUNK OUT LIKE HOW I DID YESTERDAY! I AM NOT THE MAN I WAS YESTERDAY!'

That's all the motivation Bucky needed for him to actually get inside the damn Jack in the Box and order the cake instead of standing out side looking like a crackhead giving a speech to hallucinations.

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TUESDAY 1:30PM

'Remember what you told yourself thirty minutes ago Bucky! YOU ARE NOT A PUNK BITCH! YOU CAN DO THIS! YOU ARE A REAL MAN! YOU ARE NOT THE MAN YOU WERE YESTERDAY! YOU ARE A NEW MAN! YOU CAN APOLOGIZE! YOU FUCKING GOT THIS MY MAN!'

OK, Bucky really has to stop with the dramatic over thinking in his head. But he's here now. At Steve's door. With the chocolate overload cake in his hand. All he has to do, is just knock on the door and apologize to Steve and give him the cake. NO FUCKING BAILING AS SOON AS YOU SEE STEVE. Ok.

1...

2...

3..

Bucky's dumbass started pounding on the door like the leader of the swat team. Bucky's gotta bail again. He should've waited one more day-

"I'm coming, just a second!" Shit. Shit. Oh shit. Steve's coming to the door, he can't bail n-

"Hi- oh hey there Bucky." Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh god. Oh man.

"Bucky? Are you ok?"

Bucky didn't realize that the 'constipated man on the toilet' noise was coming from him.

"Oh. uh yeah, I'm fine... here's your ca- I mean your overlo- here." Bucky handed out the cake to Steve. Steve took it.

"This is for me? Are you sure?"

"Yes." Bucky said a little too quickly.

"Thank you Bucky, you didn't have to." Yes he did.

"Look Steve... I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to just throw flowers in your face and just leave like that." Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh that's okay. It's not like you almost killed me or anything."

"But still... I feel really bad about it. I thought you would be mad at me so I bought you the cake." Bucky looked down at the ground. Even if Steve said it was okay, he's most likely gonna always feel bad about it.

"Awww Bucky, you teddy bear." Steve walked down the steps and gave Bucky a hug, his head barely touching Bucky's chin.

'AWGHDKJBEFIUERGEBHU FUCK ME! I'M GETTING HUGGED BY STEVE! I REPEATE, I AM GETTING HUGGED BY STEVE! AWQWWWWWWWWWHTHDREFGF YAAASASASASASASASASASASASASSSSSSSSSSSS!

Bucky hugged him back.