you and bucky had a strange relationship. you weren’t dating. no way. but you also weren’t just friends either, considering all the obvious feelings that occurred whenever you were together. you didn’t know what to call him. he helped you. in a lot of ways.

you had gone to a party with him tonight, and the limo you had been taken in just arrived at the venue. you were nervous, to say the least. you came from a somewhat normal family, so you had never experienced anything having to do with the mafia. but you knew what bucky did. it’s yet to scare you away. bucky tells you, “…hang on to my arm,” in that stupidly raspy voice of his as you exit the car and walk into the party.