His Little Cafe
Idk it was 2 am and I was determined to write for Bucky. I’m sorry I know it’s bad but it’s here so like whatever right?
Warnings: It’s like angsty but with a good end
You were just the normal barista at the corner cafe that a certain someone just so happened to frequent. His constant visits and shy, yet charming smile were just that of a regular customer at your job. So you went about your day like it were any other.
Except today wouldnt feel like any other. No, today would be the day you broke your own heart. See, he would never know but you had developed a sort of high school crush on the man with the metal arm. You thought nothing of it, chalked it up to his charming looks and kind personality. You didn’t think seeming him with a girl who could pass from a goddess of Asgard would do much to you, and yet you found it hard to force that same smile of yours. Found it difficult to put up your usual happy tone and sweet personality. Seeing him with someone clung to his arm felt like a million tiny needles found their way into your chest and slowly and painfully lodged into the fragile pieces of your heart.
You hoped he didn’t take notice, hoped he would be too preoccupied with the eye candy on his arm to notice you rush to the back of the cafe as soon as he got his order. But he did.
It was soon after that that you’d had dreaded his visits, dreaded the conversations he might try to have. You were scared of the pain that seeing him again would cause your fragile heart and shattered mind. How foolish it was to think he would give you the time of day.
What felt like weeks passed and his visits had become much less frequent, his face plastered all over magazines and entertainment news. He and his new girlfriend were everywhere. Something you didn’t mind, as they were much easier to ignore than a person. But you knew your luck would run out, he would come in again and try talking to his ‘favorite barista’.
And as luck would have it, he did come back, thankfully alone. You relished in the small relief of not having to face him with whoever on his arm. He offered a softer smile, getting out a soft hello.
“And what can I do for you today, Barnes?” You inquired, only offering him a small glance from your place at the coffee machine you were currently working on.
“The usual.” He looked lost in thought, watching you work on whatever drink you were currently busy with.
“And remind me what that is again? My memory is a little foggy. It’s been awhile.” There was only a little hint of salt in your tone. Enough for him to pick up on.
“Come on, doll. It hasn’t been that long.” His usual charm lacing his every word. It made you practically melt then and there. Oh how you missed him.
“I don’t know, Barnes. Two weeks is quite a long time to go without my regular.” You smiled tightly, setting the previous customers drink at pick up and calling for them. “Besides, last visit that I served you with, you’d just gotten a black coffee. Which isn’t your usual.”
“Oh, so you do remember?” He teased, raising an eyebrow at you. You simply rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help a smile from forming. He still knew exactly how to get to you, damn bastard.
“I don’t. I just know it isn’t a plain black coffee. You may be of legal age to be considered a senior citizen, but you don’t have the last of one. At least not when it comes to drinks.” It was your turn to tease, smiling even more as he laughed at your joke.
“Alright, fair enough. Why don’t you just ring me in for whatever you recommend today.” He said as he leaned alittle onto the counter separating the two of you. “And perhaps a bit of your time? I wanted to talk to you.”
You could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at his words. Talk? About what? Had he noticed how upset you were his last visit? Was that why he stopped coming in? You could feel your mind racing a mile a minute. It took a few seconds to gather yourself enough to answer as you rang in the first drink to come to mind.
“Talk?” You rattled your brain trying to think up any excuse only to get none….it wouldn’t hurt to talk. “Sure. Yeah, um…my breaks in like 15 minutes. I can talk then.” You noticed him relax a little, seeming relieved that you didn’t just shoo him away.
“Then I’ll be waiting.” He said as he turned to find a table to occupy, waiting for both his drink and you.
And boy, did 15 minutes feel like an eternity. You were getting restless, fidgety even as the seconds ticked by. Every customers request felt like one hurdle after the other, seemingly extending time. But one your manager came and gave you your turn on break you rushed to the back to remove your apron and find your place at Bucky’s table. Your heart was racing so fast your we’re sure everyone could hear it.
He seemed lost in thought, watching as lives outside the little cafe on the corner kept going. He hadn’t even noticed you take a seat in front of him, not until you called out his name.
“Earth to Barnes, you okay in there?” You tilted your head to try getting into his view, earning his attention. His blue eyes stared back at you and your momentary composure shattered instantly.
“Took you long enough.” He joked, setting the empty cup to the side.
“Well sorry I was working, mr.impatient.”
He paused, his eyes seeming to study every inch of your features as he tries to find the right words to ask. He seemed almost afraid, something that was unusual for the always so charming front he gives you when he comes into the cafe. It made your mind all the more anxious.
“I wanted to….apologize for a couple of weeks ago,” he started, his eyes now back to watching the crowds outside. “For making you upset.”
“Oh…” you felt your face heat up at the realization that he had seen you upset. You hadn’t meant to make him feel as if he did anything wrong. “No, no you don’t have to apologize. It was just a bad day.” You lied. “You hadn’t upset me at all.” You wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
“I do. I didn’t want to come in then. She just….” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “The girl I was with, she’d seen this place. She wanted to try it. I was just suppose to show her around and keep her happy. I didn’t meant to make you think it was anything.” He confessed, earning a very confused look from you. Now it was his turn to feel embarrassed. “Look…Stark had an inventer or something over for business or some shit. I didn’t really care and I wasn’t really paying attention when he explained his plan to me. But he stuck the guys daughter on me and made me show her around New York. She was practically head over heels for me. Wouldnt get off my arm even if I tried prying her off.” He sounded exasperated just explaining the situation.
“So you’re apologizing then…because…?” You asked, leaning back in your chair to try wrapping your brain at what it was he was trying to say. Your heart knew exactly what this was, but your mind was so stuck on believing he was so far out of your league that he wouldn’t even give you the time of day.
“Because I felt like bringing her here made you think…..ya know…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was blushing. His cheeks were tinted such a perfect shade of pink. Now this was even more unusual of the charming and flirty man that came in same time every day just to say hi to you.
You quirked an eyebrow, lips turning into an all knowing smile as you leaned forward to get a better look at his reddening face. “I know what, Barnes? I’m sorry, I’m gonna need just a tad bit more information. Im just a little clueless.”
He sighed, running his hand over his face. “You are not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” The shake of your head and the smirk on your face gave him all the answer he needed. “Fine. I…thought…that it would make you think I was dating someone when I wasn’t. Despite what the paparazzi think, she wasn’t my new girlfriend……I only really…..liked…you.” He muttered the last part more to himself, fidgeting around with the empty cup he’d had early. Anything to keep from looking at you. You were the first person in literal years he’d had a thing for and he was afraid he’d fuck it up, one way or another.
“Well then, I will accept your unnecessary apology.” You gently took the cup from him, bringing his attention back on you as you gave him the smile he so loved to see from you. One so full of joy and pure and utter happiness that it could brighten up a room. “And lucky you…I like you, too.” This brought an even bigger smile to his face, one so full of pure joy it could stop even that if a rainy day.
“My breaks up,” you said as you got up from you seat, “but I get off at 5. Why don’t you come back then and we talk some more?”
“I’d love nothing more.” He stood, moving to stand in front of you. “Oh, but one more thing. The coffee you recommended? That was a crime.”
You burst into laughter, remembering that you’d decided his drink today. “I’m…truly so sorry for that. I was so distracted I just rang in the first thing I saw.”
“Well, it was horrible. Black coffee tastes better than that.”
“Hey, you just insulted someone out there. That could have been someone’s favorite drink.” Oh how you missed your banter. Banter that was made so much better knowing you had a mutual feeling for one another. It was almost as if you were meant for each other, you just clicked so well.
“Yeah, yeah. Whoever likes that could only be a criminal.” He laughed, turning to leave. “I’ll be back doll, don’t work too hard.” He said as he waved goodbye. But this time it didn’t feel so sad to watch him leave. Because it wouldn’t be days or weeks till you saw him next. He’d be back today, and the start of something new will take place of what once was just a high school crush. And you couldn’t be more excited for your shift to end.
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