Sebastian Stan Imagines #wattys2017

°o. Plane ~ Bucky Barnes .o°

Post-Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes ~ Marvel Cinematic Universe
**Part Two To Two Tickets**

Prompt:
"I got two tickets to Hawaii that my friend gave me. First one to grab a ticket gets to come."

AN:
This is going to be a multi-parter like the Drunken Imagines little mini-series that happened. I'm more of a story type of chick, so I end up making a lot of multi-part imagines.

Warning: Curious Bucky and scared Bucky, mentioning of social anxiety and fear of flying, a little bit of a panic attack, the backpack

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Timeskip
Airport

Your head snaps to the metal detector as it goes off.

You see poor ol' Bucky standing there with a panicked look on his face as the airport security goes to talk with him.

After you watch the exchange between the two, Bucky walks towards you and grabs his stuff out of the bins with a smile on his face.

"What was that all about?" You question, grabbing the last of your stuff as well.

"It went off because of the metal my belt buckle is made of." He explains with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Then why are you smiling like Cheshire Cat?" You point out.

"Who?" His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"You don't know who Cheshire Cat is?" You gasp, he nods. "Nevermind, why were you smiling?"

"He recognized me." He smiles again as we start walking towards the gate. "As part of the Avengers, not the guy who was an assassin for seventy years that his best friend saved."

"'Bout time, Buck." You wrap an arm around his torso with a smile.

"Sure as hell." He agrees, mimicking your actions.

Gate

"(Y/N)." Bucky turns to you as the two of you wait for your flight to be called.

"Mhm?" You hum in response.

"How are they going to fit all these people into a plane?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" You question looking at him.

"The only actual plane I went on in the 40's could hold about ten men, fifteen if we were lucky."

"Well," You sit up straight. "planes have changed over time."

"How so?"

"They're a lot bigger." You start. "Bigger than the quinjets we have. They hold about seventy or so people now. They are split into four classes; economy class or coach, premium economy class, business class, and first class."

"What class are we?"

"Uhh..." You look at your ticket. "First class."

"What does that mean?"

"That means that the friend who gave this to me had a little extra money to spend." You mumble then continue to explain the new advancements in planes.

Plane