Steve isn’t entirely sure how bucky got any women when they were younger, because frankly? His pick-up lines were awful.
He can picture it now- some boozy, smoke-filled bar around the block, Bucky with his hair sculpted within an inch of its life (I hope you don’t try to light her cigarette, Buck, your hair might light up instead) dressed to the nines; Steve in clothes just a bit too big and a bit too old, but not caring anyways. Steve’s at the bar, making well-meaning small talk with a well-meaning girl, while down the bar, Bucky sidles up to a girl, looks up at her through those damn eyelashes, and says something corny as hell. Hey sugar, are you rationed? Because I’ve got a ticket with your name on it. And then, as she raises an eyebrow and almost turns away, he flashes that million dollar smile.
(That’s right, Steve remembers now. That smile got Bucky (and Steve) out of more trouble than he’d like to admit.)
Bucky would leave with his arm around her shoulders, looking back at Steve and looking just the tiniest bit guilty for leaving him there. Steve would smile, raise a glass, finish his drink before going home alone.
Bucky would usually roll in somewhere just before dawn, loose and happy, literally flopping into bed (and sometimes on top of Steve- accidentally, of course). Sometimes he’d still be a bit drunk, would slur into Steve’s ear about how pretty she was, how her laugh sounded like music. He’d nuzzle himself into their pillows and would fall asleep with a smile on his face.
(Sometimes he would come home and whisper about how great a guy Steve was, how he deserves someone better than Bucky, how it’s a shame no one else realizes what a dreamboat Steve is. Steve just smiles and chalks it up to a bit too much liquor and tries to keep him from hogging all the blankets.)
Bucky’s pick-up lines haven’t gotten that much better in the modern day.
He’s a better dancer now. Natasha insists on taking them to the city once, brings them to a club with an name that’s a bit intimidating, expensive drinks, and music that Steve is surprised they can’t hear from outside. Natasha drags Bucky out to the dance floor, puts her hands on his hips, helps guide him until he’s dancing on his own. The outcome is similar- Steve leaves early, on his own, making eye contact with Tasha and Bucky as they continue to dance the night away.
But- it’s not completely the same. Bucky still comes home late, is still loose and floppy and a little bit drunk. Still whispers drunk nothings in Steve’s ear.
They’re not quite nothings anymore.
Steve is making popcorn, getting ready to settle in with the Netflix account Sam is letting him use, when he hears Bucky come behind him, places his arms on Steve’s hips as he buries his head in the crook of his neck. He hums some old song, that Steve remembers from before, before whispering in his ear Hey sugar, are you rationed?
Steve laughs, blushes a bit, turns around to face Bucky. Why, do you have a ticket with my name on it?
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