Bucky Barnes Imagines

Late Night Introductions (Part 2)

A/N: Here's a part 2 for Late Night Intros! Everyone seemed to love the first one and I haven't gotten so much feedback from any of my other imagines. I hope I don't  terribly disappoint you with this part! ALSO, I used 20s and 30s (not only 40s) slang as well because I needed a lot of slang words. Some of them are still used nowadays. If I used some of them wrong, please tell me so I can fix it.

Warning(s): some strong language, SO MUCH 20s-40s SLANG (there will be translations at the end of this imagine)

You and Bucky had been hanging out with one another a lot ever since you met. Bucky hadn't grown so comfortable with anyone since he was freed from HYDRA's hold. You never treated him like a fragile little kitten you'd found in a box in a dark alley one night who you had kept and fed and just taken care of. You treated him like any other person and he really appreciated it. He never felt like the broken person he used to be when you were around. It was like he never even was that person.

From the day that he met you, he had grown keen on you but he just didn't admit it. He kept denying having feelings for you. He tried to make himself believe it was just a phase and that he didn't actually like you that way. He wasn't the only one he tried to convince.

"I don't like her!" Bucky yelled out in frustration as he hit the punching bag that quickly flew across the gym. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and went to get a new punching bag since he had destroyed the previous one.

"Buck, you can tell us anything. We're friends and—" Steve started but got cut off.

"You and I are friends. Me and him aren't." Bucky corrected as he pointed at Sam who was stood beside Steve.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Look, I hate you, sure. But I just want to help a love sick super soldier out." He said with a mocking pout.

Bucky glared at Sam as he grabbed a new punching bag and stalked over to the two again. "Why can't you just let it go?" He asked with a sigh.

"If you don't make a move soon, somebody else is going to snatch her from you." Steve warned.

Bucky scoffed, "Yeah, let them try." He muttered to himself.

Sam was just about to open his mouth but decided to stay silent as he heard you yelling from behind him.

"Hi-de-ho!"

The three men turned to look at you in confusion. You just shrugged it off and walked over to Bucky who had now stopped throwing punches at the bag. "You ready for our training session?" You asked and he nodded. "Good. Be careful, you're going to have a nice goog on your face if you're not careful." You smirked and headed over to the other side of the gym, ready for some sparring.

Bucky was taken back in time by the word goog. Suddenly he was back in the forties, telling Steve he was stupid for getting into fights with guys twice as big as him.

"Bucky?" He was awakened from his train of thoughts. "You coming?" You called out.

He nodded before heading over to you.

***

The next morning Bucky got out of bed, pulled a t-shirt over his bare chest and pulled sweats up his legs. He walked out of his bedroom, running his fingers through his slightly knotted hair and yawned.