Saved By A Scary Biker

Andrea was having a very bad not so good day. First his car had broken down on his way home as he was driving down a back street no less, then his phone had died as he was trying to call for help. Now, Andrea was sat in his car in the middle of the night alone and scared.
It didn’t help that all Andrea was wearing was some ripped jeans, boots, a shirt, and a hoodie (which he had been told by his friends brings out his eyes) that wasn’t warm enough for the winter weather, especially at night.
Andrea knew that he couldn’t stay in his car, that never seemed to work well in horror movies but leaving didn’t seem like a safe option either, especially when Andrea didn’t know where he was.
Cautiously, he got out of his car, wrapping his arms around himself as if that would stave off the cold.
He knew he should’ve listened to Laszlo when the doctor told him to wrap up warm. He did have a tendency of being right, as much as Andrea hated it at times.
Andrea started walking, following the street. If there was a street then a city or at least a town much be near. Or at least Andrea hopped that was the case.
He didn’t know how long he’d have to walk to reach somewhere that he could get help but he hoped that it wouldn’t be long, his fear rising with each step.
As he walked, cars passed him on the street, none of them slowing down to help the poor boy.
Andrea was shivering now, which wasn’t helping his paranoid thoughts of dying from hypothermia.
His steps became faster, not quite a run yet, eager to get to somewhere warm where he could get help.
“Hey, sweetheart, need a lift?” Someone asked.
Andrea turned to look at the person that was speaking which turned out to be a greasy, creepy looking man in a pick-up truck. This man-made Andrea feel more unsafe than when he was walking down the darkened street alone.
“No thank you, I’m alright.” Andrea said, tone soft and placating, not wanting to instigate a fight or aggravate the other man.
“Aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.” The man said in what Andrea presumed was supposed to be a sexy tone but it only served to make Andrea’s skin crawl.
“I’m actually meeting some friends of mine just up ahead.” Andrea lied, hoping that was enough to get him off his back.
“Oh yeah, where?” The man asked as if he could sense that Andrea was lying.
“A pub.” Andrea said.
There must be a bar up ahead. There were always bars around. It was the easiest place to find in a town.
“Now what would a pretty thing like you be doing in a pub. Just get in here with me and we can have all sorts of fun.” The man said, winking to add insult to injury.
“No thank you.” Andrea said internally relieved when he saw lights up ahead.
He hoped that it wasn’t just some random streetlamp and was actually a building.
“Come on, don’t be a bitch.” The man hissed, tone taking 1 of anger.
The man slowed down his car, moving to get out of his vehicle.
Adrenaline flooded through Andrea’s veins as panic filled him. He took off running in the direction of the lights. He couldn’t remember the last time he had run this fast, he couldn’t remember the last time he had run at all.
As those lights became closer the panic began to ebb away as he realized that they were coming from a building, a pub to be exact.
‘What are the odds?’
Andrea entered the pub, door slamming against the wall, Andrea wincing at the noise that it made. Various patrons turned to look at him and he wondered if he looked as frazzled as he felt.
Embarrassment crept up the back of his neck as he moved further into the pub. The heating inside the pub warmed Andrea up almost immediately, so much so that Andrea had almost forgotten how cold he had been. Fear and panic is funny like that.
Andrea bad his way to the back of the pub which had a fireplace which Andrea thought was odd for a pub. As he did this the door to the pub opened again, the creepy guy from the road entering.
‘Oh no.’
Quickly, Andrea grabbed the sleeve of the nearest person who happened to be walking past him to make his way to the bar.
“Can you pretend that you know me please? There’s a creepy guy that won’t leave me alone and I told him that I was meeting some friends here but I don’t know anybody. Please.” Andrea asked.
Andrea wasn’t sure if it was his desperate tone or the pitiful state he made, on the verge of tears, but the man agreed.
“What’s your name?” The man asked gently, wiping away Andrea’s tears that had fallen down his cheeks.
Andrea finally looked up at the man, feeling his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the stranger.
The stranger had short brown hair, just long enough to tug on. High cheekbones with a sharp jawline coated in stubble. It was the strangers eyes that really caught Andrea’s attention, baby blue that Andrea could stare into for hours.
The outfit that the man was wearing wasn’t doing much for Andrea’s remaining sanity. Tight black shirt, leather jacket stretched across broad shoulders, leather gloves. Thick thighs encased in black ripped jeans, combined with biker boots.
Andrea must’ve looked like a fool standing next to a man that looked this good.
Realizing that the man had asked him a question, Andrea answered, proud that he kept his voice steady.
“I’m Andrea.”
“Nice to meet you Andrea, I’m Bucky.” The man said and Andrea couldn’t help but feel like the name suited him.
Bucky looked over Andrea’s shoulder, Andrea turning to follow his gaze to find that he was staring at the creepy man from the rode.
“Is that him?” Bucky asked.
Andrea nodded, finding himself clinging to Bucky’s leather jacket, not particularly caring how clinging he was being.
“Come with me doll.” Bucky said, low voice soothing to the younger man.
Bucky lead him over to the fireplace which had a bunch of plush chairs around it, all except 1 of them being filled by people who looked as scary as Bucky.
Bucky sat in the free seat, pulling Andrea into his lap.
“Okay?” Bucky asked, hot breath tickling Andrea’s ear.
Andrea nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment.
“Your freezing.” Bucky said disapprovingly as he wrapped an arm around Andrea.
“My car broke down further down the road and I walked here.” Andrea explained.
“Dressed like that in this weather?” Bucky asked.
Andrea looked down at his outfit, he knew that it was appropriate for the weather but he didn’t think it was that bad.
“Uh, yeah.” He said.
Bucky sighed.
“You could’ve caught your death out there, doll.” Bucky said.
“Sorry.” Andrea said feeling sheepish at the little scolding.
“It’s okay sweetheart. You didn’t have much of a choice.” Bucky said before turning to a blonde man in a purple leather jacket of all things. “Clint, go and get that comfy blanket and a hot chocolate for Andrea.”
“Yes, boss.” Clint said getting up to leave.
“Hot chocolate in a pub?” Andrea asked Bucky.
“You don’t seem the type to drink.” Bucky explained and the man wasn’t wrong, Andrea tended to have a glass of wine every once in a while. “Besides we need to warm you up.”
“You don’t need to go to all this trouble.” Andrea said, not wanting to feel like a burden.
As if he could read the violinist’s mine, he said.
“It’s no trouble, doll. What kind of man would I be if I let you freeze to death? Besides, it means that I get to cuddle you in my lap.” Bucky said
Before Andrea could say anything, Clint returned holding a comfy looking blanket and a mug full of hot chocolate with whipped cream and little marshmallows.
Clint handed the drink to Andrea who gave him a grateful smile whilst handing Bucky the blanket before sitting back in his seat.
Bucky wrapped Andrea up in the blanket (which turned out to be bigger than him) making him feel like a burrito or a swaddled baby.
“Doll, I’m going to call Schmidt to see what he can do with your car, he’s a mechanic.” Bucky said. He picked him up from his lap as he stood up, Andrea momentarily distracted from his disappointment by Bucky’s strength.
He placed Andrea in his seat, pulling the blanket around him tighter slightly, before turning to Clint once again.
“Watch him until I get back, that bastard is still here.” He said.
“You got it boss, want me to deal with him?” Clint asked.
Bucky thought about it for a moment.
“When I get back.” He said.
Bucky left the area, leaving Andrea alone with Clint and the other scary looking people in leather.
“What do you mean by deal with him? I don’t want anyone to get hurt even if he is a creep.” Andrea said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate, giving himself a little whip cream moustache which he quickly wiped away.
“Leave it to Buck to find himself a sweet 1.” Clint laughed. “Zemo is going to eat you alive and you’d probably thank him.”
‘What?’
Andrea had no idea what the man was talking about but regardless Andrea found himself liking the blonde man. Especially when he changed topic to talk about anything and everything, hands moving as he did.
It wasn’t long before Bucky was back, half of Andrea’s hot chocolate was gone. Bucky picked him up, once again reminding Andrea of how strong the biker was.
‘Fuck.’
Bucky reclaimed his seat, placing Andrea back in his lap. He locked eyes with Clint, jerking his head to the side. Clint looked behind him, spotting the creep that had been stalking Andrea.
“You got it, boss.” Clint said.
“Don’t hurt him, please. I don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me.” Andrea pleaded with wide puppy dog eyes that had Bucky wanting to give him whatever he wanted. He’d give him the moon if he could.
“Relax, kid. I’m just going to talk to him.” Clint said before he was walking off.
Bucky shifted Andrea in his lap so that he could see what Clint was going to do.
“Warming up?” Bucky asked.
“Kind of hard not to, you’ve wrapped me up like a burrito.” Andrea said.
“Better then you freezing of hypothermia.” Bucky said making Andrea shrugged.
“How’s my car?” Andrea asked changing the subject.
“Schmidt said he’s not going to be able to fix it until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.” Bucky said.
Andrea had a feeling that would be the case, even with his limited knowledge of cars, but it didn’t make the dread that settled in the pit of his stomach any smaller. He had no idea how he was going to get home. Walking was out of the question and Andrea doubted that buses were running this late at night. He didn’t even know if there were any hotels nearby.
As his thoughts spiralled, panic rose inside him.
“Hey, doll, tell me what’s going on in your head. You’re shaking.” Bucky ordered gently.
Andrea looked up at him eyes wide with unshed tears that tugged at Bucky’s heartstrings.
“Where am I going to go tonight? I don’t really know where I am.” Andrea said.
“You can stay with me and my husband tonight.” Bucky said and that panic that Andrea was feeling quickly turned into embarrassment because of how much he had been thirsting over the biker.
“Are you sure your husband won’t mind, I’d hate to cause trouble between the 2 of you.” Andrea said, cuddling closer to Bucky despite himself.
“I think he’ll love it if I brought a puppy home.” Bucky teased.
“I’m not a puppy.” Andrea protested, not understanding where Bucky was coming from.
Bucky wasn’t going to push the subject, especially if it meant that Andrea would get up from his lap. On the other hand, teasing the younger man was so much fun.
“Whatever you say doll.” Bucky said, tone begging for Andrea to argue.
Andrea huffed, pouting as he sipped the remains of his hot chocolate.
Bucky started to run gloved fingers through Andrea’s fluffy brown hair. Smiling when Andrea practically purred, pushing his head into Bucky’s hand, seeking more of the comforting touch that the biker was giving him.
Not a puppy his ass.
“Teasing aside, are you sure that your husband won’t mind you bringing a complete stranger home?” Andrea asked.
“Oh, his husband is going to love you.” Clint said, returning to his seat.
There wasn’t any sign of injury on the man, which Andrea took to mean that there wasn’t any fight, he didn’t hear anything either which backed the assumption.
“Problem dealt with?” Bucky asked.
Clint nodded, playful smile on his face.
“He was a coward, didn’t even stay around long enough for a fight. Practically started pissing his pants when I showed up.” He said.
“Then what took you so long?” Andrea asked.
Clint shrugged.
“Wanted to give you 2 time to get acquainted.” He said putting emphasis on ‘acquainted.’
Bucky rolled his eyes.
“You should’ve taken longer.” He said.
Clint held his hands up in surrender.
“Alright, I’ll go and bother Nat.” He said before turning towards a red- haired woman.
“So, Doll, what were you doing out here in the middle of the night?” Bucky asked.
‘Good question.’
“I was meeting my manager who lives in the city. My phone GPS took me this way before it died.” Andrea explained, voice growing quiet towards the end, embarrassed.
“Manager?” Bucky asked curiously.
Andrea nodded.
“I’m a professional violinist. I’m supposed to be doing a concert in the city in a month or 2.” Andrea said, tone growing excited as it normally did whenever he talked about his job.
“Talent and beauty, you’re the whole package aren’t you doll.” Bucky said earning himself a shy smile from Andrea.
“That’s nice of you to say, Bucky.” Andrea said before cutting himself off with a big yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“How about we get you to my place so that you can get some sleep, doll?” Bucky offered, voice soft and melodic to Andrea’s ears.
“How do I know you and your husband aren’t serial killers?” Andrea asked even as he cuddled closer to Bucky, burying his face in his neck.
“Do you normally cuddle this close to serial killers?” Bucky asked.
“Only the handsome ones.” Andrea teased.
Bucky laughed.
“Alright, let’s get you back to mine before you fall asleep here.” Bucky said.
The biker gently nudged the violinist off his lap, despite his obvious disappointment, which he quickly tried to cover up.
Bucky could help but find the younger man adorable, knowing that his husband was going to love him just as much as he did.
Bucky took the blanket from him, folding it and placing it on his seat as he stood up. Andrea placed his now empty cup of hot chocolate on the side table.
Bucky took Andrea’s hand (just to have an excuse to touch him) and lead him out of the pub, keeping him close to him in case anyone tried anything. Bucky lead Andrea of to his bike, grabbing the spare helmet from the compartment. He handed it to Andrea.
“Is this safe?” Andrea asked looking between the helmet and the bike.
“When I’m driving it is.” Bucky said putting on his own helmet, Andrea following suit.
“Somehow I doubt that.” Andrea said.
“Oh, you’ve got jokes now do you?” Bucky asked which earned him a smile.
Bucky swung his leg over his bike, straddling it.
“Come on doll.” Bucky said.
Andrea copied the biker, straddling the bike.
“Where do I grab onto?” Andrea asked, sounding unsure.
Bucky grabbed his arms, wrapping them around his waist.
“Hold on tight.” Bucky said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he drove off, smirking at Andrea squeal of protest.
Andrea’s arms tightened around Bucky’s waist as he buried his face in his back.
Andrea hoped that the drive wouldn’t be a long 1, he hated this drive already and he had a feeling that he’d hate riding on a bike regardless of who was driving. Bucky’s presence only made it slightly better, slightly.
‘Fuck.’
As soon as they pulled up outside what Andrea assumed was Bucky’s home, Andrea hopped off the bike as soon as possible.
“That was the worst thing ever.” Andrea protested, taking off his helmet.
“Sorry, doll.” Bucky said, taking the helmet and placing it on the bike along with his. “Come on.”
They entered the house.