⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
Spontaneity was second nature when you were dating Bucky Barnes, the classic and mechanic extraordinaire. But, what he asked for that particular night caught even you by surprise.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
✯ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
✯ 750
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
✯ Implied spice, crack (so much of it), fluff, do not fuck with a man on a mission
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆
✯ This came about because I was talking to @smutconnoisseur about which Bucky would do anything for chicken nuggets, and, well... Mechanic!Bucky just could not be stopped.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎
✯ Ride on Josephine by George Thorogood & The Destroyers
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
It was late into the night when Bucky stirred next to you, the action flick playing from a streaming service going entirely ignored when he turned to you, a slight pout on his lips. “I’m hungry.”
You glanced at him, brow raised. “There’s food in the–”
“No,” Bucky cuts in, the pout growing bigger. “I want chicken nuggets.”
Laughter bubbled in your chest and you tried to school your expression into staying blank at his earnest request – the damn pouting puppy, you thought. “Nuggets?”
Bucky nodded, his loose hair flowing over his shoulders. "Doll, please." The pout somehow grew impossible to ignore. "I jus' wanna go get nuggets. I won't be gone long–come with me."
Sighing heavily, you considered it. If you went, you could get your own order of nuggets, maybe even convince him to stop at the ice cream bar down the road… “Alright, but we’re stopping to get ice cream.”
The grin on Bucky’s lips as he jumps to his feet was contagious, and you trailed after him to the front door, still in your PJs.
Bucky’s Mustang was parked next to the kerb, and the chirp of the alarm sounded as the two of you neared it. “Wait, Buck, are they even gonna be able to hear your order over–?”
“I’ll make ‘em hear me, doll,” Bucky laughs, sliding into the driver’s seat. “C’mon, let’s go!”
“Okay, okay,” you rushed, buckling into the passenger seat. “Keep your pants on–”
“I thought you liked them off, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, winking. You just rolled your eyes as he put the Mustang in gear and tore down the road – one mission in mind: to get chicken nuggets.
The drive through was next to deserted when Bucky pulled in, and you grimaced at the loud rumble of the engine in such close quarters – sure, you adored the Mustang, but it wasn’t the most practical of vehicles to take somewhere where you would need to be heard.
“Handsome, maybe we should park and go in, yeah?”
Bucky shook his head and pulled into the narrow road, the rumble only getting louder when he pulled up next to the speaker. “What d’you want, baby?” You relayed your order and Bucky smiled with satisfaction upon hearing you requesting nuggets, too. “Alright.”
The crackle of the speaker could just be heard, then, “May I–oh my god, your car is so loud!”
Bucky snickered and cleared his throat. “Evenin’!” His voice was loud, loud enough to be heard over the engine, even though he had to lean out the window slightly to be closer to the receiver. The worker took the order and sent Bucky to the next window – all the while he had the biggest smug grin on his lips. “I think I made that kid’s night.”
“You think?” You laughed, propping your knees up in preparation to place the order on them.
A window came into view and you watched a group of teenagers peer eagerly over one another’s shoulders as you approached. “You have fans,” you point out, and Bucky laughed.
“Let’s give ‘em a show.” He pulled up to the window and handed his card over to pay, watching the kids scrabble over one another to get a closer look.
“Mister, your car is- It’s awesome!”
“Is that Eleanor?”
“How?”
“Thanks, kids,” Bucky called loudly over the fuss, his expression bright. “It isn’t Eleanor, but she’s my girl.” For emphasis, he tapped the accelerator once and revved the engine, the grunt of power echoing loudly off the walls.
You couldn’t help but shake your head fondly, amused by the display. The order came through the window and Bucky handed it to you, still smiling. “Thanks, baby.” He turned back to the kids and revved the Mustang loudly, still grinning like a proud bastard. “See ya, kids, thanks.”
Bucky booted the pedal to the floor and the Mustang roared with the sudden acceleration, and you held the order of nuggets with a loud squeal of shock falling from your lips. “Bucky! The nuggets!”
The Mustang straightened out and purred lowly just as Bucky turned to you, still grinning. “Don’t stress, sweetheart, you’ve got ‘em–now,” he paused, looking to the side to check for cars before pulling out onto the street. “Let’s get you your ice cream, and get back. Those nuggets are callin’ my name, jus’ like you will be.”
You sputtered, eyes wide. “Bucky!”
Bucky, the fool, just grinned wider and winked, speeding up to get to the ice cream parlour.
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