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The Wrong Wedding
Summary: You and Bucky accidentally show up at the wrong wedding after his GPS leads you astray.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Genre : Fluff
It all started with Bucky's insistence that his GPS app was better than mine. He was so confident—borderline cocky—about it. We were supposed to be headed to Steve’s cousin’s wedding, which was in the middle of nowhere, somewhere off a dirt road, in a place with more cows than cell towers.
“Trust me,” Bucky had said, flicking his phone screen with his vibranium fingers. “I’ve been using this app for ages. It’s foolproof.”
Clearly, Bucky hadn’t met the one fool who could outsmart even the most advanced piece of Stark tech: himself.
An hour into the drive, I noticed something was off. The trees were looking... different. Like, spooky, “I’m going to kill you and your super-soldier boyfriend” kind of different.
“Bucky, I don’t think this is the way,” I said, squinting out the window. “Did Steve’s cousin plan their wedding in the middle of a horror movie set?”
He just grunted, glancing over at me for a second. “Relax. We’re fine. GPS says it’s just a few more miles.”
I leaned forward and saw the little blinking dot on his phone. “What does ‘Danger: No Road Access’ mean?”
He blinked. “Probably just a suggestion.”
“Uh-huh. And what about ‘Entering Restricted Area: Authorized Personnel Only’?”
Bucky shrugged, his fingers tapping the steering wheel like he didn’t just guide us into a potential military test site. “It’s fine. Steve’s family is kinda military, right? They probably booked a spot near a base.”
“Right.”
Another fifteen minutes passed, and finally, we pulled into a parking lot filled with cars. There were people milling around, music playing, and... was that a fountain of champagne?
“See?” Bucky smirked, throwing the car in park. “Told you.”
I eyed the fancy decorations and wedding arches. “Steve said his cousin’s wedding was supposed to be a ‘rustic, simple affair.’ This looks like Beyoncé’s vow renewal.”
Bucky frowned, glancing around. “Well... maybe rustic means different things to different people?”
I shot him a look but shrugged. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with. But if this isn’t the right wedding, you’re making the speech to the bride and groom.”
“Deal.”
As we got out of the car, Bucky fixed his suit jacket, pulling at the cuffs like he wasn’t used to dressing up. I, on the other hand, was just praying my dress didn’t ride up in the wind as we walked toward the entrance.
The moment we stepped inside, something felt... wrong.
First of all, there were way too many people for Steve’s cousin. Secondly, there was a chocolate fountain. With gold flakes.
I leaned over to Bucky, whispering, “You sure Steve’s cousin isn’t like, the secret heir to a throne or something? This feels kinda royal.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. “Yeah, this seems a little... much.”
Just as we were about to turn around, a woman wearing a glittery, over-the-top dress—clearly tipsy—grabbed Bucky’s arm. “Oh my God, you made it!” she squealed, eyes wide. “Natalie will be so happy!”
I stifled a laugh as Bucky’s face froze in horror. The woman didn’t even give him a chance to respond before dragging us toward the dance floor, where the bride and groom—Natalie and some dude we had never met in our lives—were having their first dance.
“Yep,” I whispered, biting back a smile. “We’re at the wrong wedding.”
Bucky glanced at the bride and groom, then back at me. “You wanna leave?”
“Are you kidding?” I grinned. “Hell no. We’re staying.”
He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Why do I let you talk me into this crap?”
“Because you love me, obviously.” I tugged him toward the open bar, smirking. “Come on, might as well enjoy the free booze.”
We spent the next half hour trying to blend in, sipping champagne and stealing bites of hors d'oeuvres that looked way too fancy for regular humans. Bucky kept looking around, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. I, on the other hand, was living for it.
“So,” I teased, leaning on the bar, “when are you going to make that speech you promised?”
His face went pale. “You were serious about that?”
“Dead serious.”
Before he could protest, the tipsy glittery woman from earlier suddenly appeared, now holding two glasses of champagne. “Oh my God, you have to give a speech! You’re practically family!”
Bucky looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. “I’m practically family?”
The woman waved him off. “Natalie will love it! Go, go!”
I shoved him lightly. “Come on, Barnes. Time to shine.”
He groaned but stood up, adjusting his jacket like he was going into battle.
As he took the mic, I could see him searching for something to say. Anything.
“Uh,” Bucky started, clearing his throat awkwardly. “So… weddings, huh?”
I bit my lip to stop from laughing. This was already a trainwreck.
“They’re... great,” he continued, glancing at the bride and groom who were staring at him expectantly. “You know, marriage is like... teamwork. Like... um, the Avengers. You got your Iron Man, who’s always doing his thing, and then there’s Cap—Steve—who’s, uh, really good at giving speeches...”
Oh. My. God.
I buried my face in my hands as Bucky rambled on about superheroes and teamwork, comparing marriage to “coordinating a mission,” and something about “taking down Hydra together.”
By the time he wrapped it up with, “So yeah... uh, congrats, I guess,” the room was dead silent.
Then, suddenly, the bride—Natalie—burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “That was amazing! Best speech ever!”
The rest of the crowd erupted in applause, and I couldn’t stop laughing as Bucky stumbled off the stage, red-faced and glaring at me.
“Did you really just compare marriage to taking down Hydra?” I gasped between fits of laughter.
“Shut up,” he muttered, downing the rest of his champagne. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You love me, remember?”
He grumbled something under his breath, but I saw the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, stealing more fancy food, and somehow convincing Bucky to slow dance with me. He wasn’t great at it—he kept stepping on my toes—but seeing the Winter Soldier awkwardly trying to sway to a love song was probably the cutest thing I’d ever witnessed.
By the end of the night, we were sitting by the chocolate fountain, eating cake and pretending we belonged there.
“So,” Bucky said, licking some frosting off his thumb, “wanna tell Steve about how we crashed the wrong wedding?”
I shook my head. “Nope. This is between us. Our little secret.”
He smirked. “Deal.”
As we got up to leave, the bride ran over to us again, giggling as she handed Bucky a massive box of cake. “Take this with you! You guys were so fun, I’m so glad you came!”
Bucky blinked, looking down at the cake. “Uh, thanks?”
And just like that, we walked out of the wrong wedding, carrying more cake than we could eat in a month.
As we got into the car, I glanced over at Bucky, who was still holding the box. “So... GPS app of yours, huh? Foolproof, right?”
He shot me a death glare. “Don’t. Say. A word.”
I grinned, leaning back in my seat as he started the car. “Admit it, Barnes. You had fun.”
He didn’t respond, but the small smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.
And as we drove away from the most ridiculous night ever, I couldn’t help but laugh. Who knew the Winter Soldier could be such a troublemaker?
*proceeds to bitch slap John*
“Is that Bucky?”
KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH JOHN