Serious
Tonight was the night. Everyone knew. It was Bucky’s and Brock’s 4 years anniversary. Of course Brock was going to propose to Bucky. They were the perfect couple. The President of Sigma Commandos and the President of Sigma Hydra engaged? The ultimate power couple.
At first Bucky didn’t believe his Fraternity brothers, he just thought they were joking around but then he started to notice signs. Like when Brock would look at Bucky for periods of time, like he wants to say something to Bucky, but never does. Then after Brock emphasized how he wants to tell Bucky something important but he needs to wait till their dinner. That’s when Bucky knew.
All afternoon, Bucky spend shopping for the perfect suit. He has to look perfect. This is one of the most important nights of his entire life. He can’t be caught dead wearing Gucci’s last May Piping Stretch Twill Jacket that the salesman tried to sell him. He may be in love but he’s not stupid. It wasn’t until Bucky found the Monaco Stripped Suit that made his eye’s pop. It was perfect, the perfect suit for the perfect night. By the end of tonight, he won't be "Bucky Barnes" he'll be "Bucky Rumlow-Barnes".
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Brock took them to Bucky’s favorite restaurant, making everything feel even more special. The restaurant was luxurious but cozy at the same time. Everything was black and sleek, with the black marble counter tops and crisp lines of the furniture, while the deep maroon velvet walls added a homey feeling. The only light there resonated was the candle light placed at the dinner table. Everything caused a warm feeling in Bucky's stomach.
“You look beautiful.” Brock lightly squeezes Bucky’s hands and smiles.
“You don’t look so terrible yourself.” Bucky smirks back. Brock looked at Bucky with kind eyes. Brock was really a handsome guy. Glowing sun kissed skin, sharp jaw light, sleek dark hair, and built? He's perfect. Bucky has no idea how he was able to land someone who's as great as Brock.
They stay like that for awhile, just chatting away, easy conversation while drinking glasses of wine. Though it was casual, Bucky’s heart was pounding crazy. The anticipation was killing him.
“I wanted to talk to you about something very important.” Brock pipes up, looking straight into Bucky’s eyes.
This is it. This is the moment. Bucky thought in his mind. Bucky simply smiles at Brock and nods his head.
“Well I think we both know why we’re sitting here. It shouldn’t be a surprise at this point. I feel like we both it would happen soon, but right now you look so amazing. It’s honestly leaving me speechless.” Brock takes his chair and scoots in closer to Bucky’s. “I feel like this is a needed big step in our relationship. We should start making plans on what we want for the rest of our lives. It’s time to start making things serious.” Brock told Bucky as he reaches over and holds his hands.
“Oh babe you have no idea –“ Bucky starts but is cut off by Brock.
“I’m not done yet, Bucky”
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry.” Don’t ruin the moment.
“My entire life I’ve had my future planned out; I’d get my law degree at Harvard then become a Senate, live in a big house with the perfect white picket fence, at least three kids. You know that.” Brock's ambitions is one of the things that made him fall in love with him in the first place. It's incredibly sexy, a man with goals.
“The perfect life.” Bucky smiles widely, agreeing to everything Brock is saying.
“Exactly! I think you’re beginning to catch on where this is heading.” It’s happening. Bucky can practically jump for joy out of his seat.
“Oh I think I do.”
“We have to wake up and realize our journey and realize where we fit into each other’s lives. That’s why I think we should…”
“-Yes I will marry you”
“-Break up.”
“I love you so much bab- wait, wHAT.” Bucky’s heart sinks into to his stomach. It feels like the wind was just knocked out of him. Suddenly it's very hard to breathe.
“James, baby listen” Did he just call Bucky "James " ?
Bucky slowly blinks; taking in what is all happening. “W-Wait, you’re breaking up with me? I-I thought you were proposing...” Bucky can hear his voice start to strain.
“James. If I’m going to become senator when I’m thirty, I need someone serious. Not someone who calls themselves Bucky. I need someone who is classy, not trashy. Oh my god that came out wrong. Baby I’m really sorry. I wish-“
“Just shut up okay? Don't call me "baby" right now." At this point Bucky is sobbing, "What do you mean I’m not serious? I’m seriously in love with you, you jackass.” God this was embarrassing. Oh course Brock was breaking up with Bucky. Why wouldn’t he?
Bucky get’s up from his seat. He knows he’s making a scene but he doesn’t care. Bucky rips his hands away from Brock's previously gentle grip.
“I thought you’d understand”
“Well you thought fucking wrong.” Bucky says as he storms outside of the restaurant.
Bucky should have seen this coming. Brock was all that Bucky wanted. Of course someone who’s smart, funny, good looking and amazing like Brock wouldn’t want to marry someone like Bucky.
Well that 3,000 dollar suit was a waste.
Oh god. Everyone back at the house already planned an engagement party. What the fuck is he going to tell them when he gets there?
Buck walks aimlessly in the streets until he sees a bar a cross the street, just what he needs, to drown his sorrow in liquor.
*
At this point Bucky should pass out from dehydration from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed and the amount of tears he’s cried, but he keeps on going. It wasn’t till long after that he was cut off from the bartender and after causing another scene, kicked out of the bar. So once again, Bucky was stuck walking (or more as stumbling) along the streets.
Bucky ripped off his suit jacket and tied it around his waist and pulled his sleeves up to his forearm, which partially freed him on the constricting feeling the suit began to give him.
Bucky begins to hear his phone ringing in his pocket, shoving his hand down his pocket and picks up the phone. “Hello” He hears himself and cringes as he hears his voice crack.
“Bucky, where are you? We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a while now. Are you okay?” Gabe says frantically.
“Brock broke up with me.” Bucky begins to breakout into sobs. Damn it he doesn’t want to, but he just can’t help it.
“I know, I’m sorry, can you tell me where you are so I can pick you up?”
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