Reputation, Part Two: Getaway Car
Title: Getaway Car
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x actress!OC - Kennedy Logan
Summary: Bucky is doing his best to enjoy retirement. However, one day as he’s out running errands, he ends up rescuing actress, Kennedy Logan, from a crowd of paparazzi.
Warnings: First, this is for 18+ only, minors DNI!! I don’t think there’s much to really look out for in this part. Maybe some slight angst; harassment via paparazzi; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for your own media consumption and what you read on the internet.
Wordcount: 2,539
Bucky sighed as he stepped out of the bank, his meeting not going as well as he had hoped. Honestly, he hated banks and made things much more difficult than they needed to be, in his opinion anyway. He checked his watch and it was barely eleven and he already had a splitting headache. ‘Coffee,’ he thought to himself, ‘Yeah, coffee will help.’ He then headed down the street, knowing that there was a pretty decent coffee place not too far from here. He shoved his hands into his front pockets as he walked, looking all around him. It still baffled him how much New York had become this massive concrete jungle that it is today. Things had definitely changed since the forties and he had a hard time wrapping his head around how much has changed. He had missed so much and now that he had his own free will again, it was time to play catch up.
He shook his head of the thoughts, knowing how quickly he could spiral if he continued. He looked around the busy city and as he did so, he couldn’t help but notice a few people staring at him. ‘Great, just what I need, people staring.’ Bucky thought to himself. Ever since the trial and his whole life was put on display, people recognized him practically everywhere. He sighed and did his best to ignore the stares and whispers, continuing on his way to the coffee shop. As he rounded the corner, he saw a crowd outside of the business, immediately eliciting a groan from him. He just wanted a cup of coffee, was that too much to ask for? He wasn’t in the mood for a crowd or the media.
He took a deep breath and looked down, hoping that he wouldn’t be recognized. Bucky was relieved when no one recognized him as he pushed himself through the crowd and into the coffee shop. He glanced back towards the paparazzi and wondered what they were here for. After a moment, he shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the counter to order his coffee. As he waited, he had been staring at a random spot on the cash register. Even though he had zoned out slightly, his ears were picking up everything around him. From the cameras going nonstop outside, to the conversation the young woman was having on the phone to his left. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he could hear the strain in her voice as she talked.
“Look, I know I’m late, but there’s a crowd of paparazzi outside the coffee shop and I’m not about to fight my way through it.” She said sternly, before there was a short pause as she listened to the other person. “Just tell them that I’m sorry, Olive and see if we can reschedule the interview.” She said, before listening to whoever this Olive person was.
Bucky was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called for his order. He thanked the barista as he put a couple of dollars into the tip jar. He glanced over at the young woman as he turned around, the two making eye contact for a brief moment. Bucky found himself intrigued by her and wondered who was to have a crown of paparazzi after her. He gave her a small nod when he realized that he had been staring for far too long. He was about to face the crowd himself, when he decided he wasn’t ready. He glanced around the coffee shop before he spotted an empty table and figured it would be best to hang out for a while. Hopefully, the paparazzi would eventually get bored, he’d hate to have to fight someone today. He tore his gaze off of the hungry crowd outside and took a long drink of his coffee, the bitter taste welcoming as he people-watched.
The sound of someone muttering to themselves caught his attention and pulled him from his day-mare. At some point, his people watching had turned into him zoning out and thinking about his past. He shook his head and turned his attention towards the person muttering. It was the young woman who had caught his attention earlier and it sounded as if she was giving herself a pep talk. He glanced towards the crowd and it appeared to have dwindled down some, but still quite a few remained. He was starting to feel bad for her, knowing what it’s like to deal with paparazzi. Bucky watched as she braced herself to go outside and face the crowd. His face scowled as he watched them surround her almost immediately. Concern began to grow when he noticed how aggressive they were becoming as she ignored them. He narrowed his eyes before he picked up his empty cup as he got up and headed out of the coffee shop, throwing away the cup as he passed the trash can. He shoved his way through the crowd until he was next to the young woman, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. She jumped, not expecting to have been touched and she had her hand raised as she turned around, ready to slap whoever it was that had touched her. Bucky immediately raised his hands to show he meant no harm.
“Woah, easy there tiger.” He said, giving her a nervous smile, maybe touching her like that wasn’t the best idea.
“What do you want?” She questioned, her hand still raised.
“Just trying to help, looks like you could use a quick getaway.” Bucky offered, hoping he sounded genuine and not as some creep.
She then lowered her hand, letting out a small sigh as she glanced back towards the paparazzi. “Actually, yeah, I could.”
“Follow me then.” Bucky said as he started to walk ahead of her, stopping when he realized she wasn’t following, he then turned to face her. “I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
She took a deep breath before she decided to follow after him. Bucky tried not to jog too fast, wanting her to be able to keep up with him.
“Where are we going?” She asked as they rounded a street corner.
“Not much farther.” Bucky said, smiling a bit when he saw his bike come into view. He pulled her along as he grabbed her hand, heading towards his bike.
“A motorcycle?!” She exclaimed, it wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.
“Problem?” Bucky asked as he handed her his helmet.
She hesitated before taking it and putting it on, struggling a little bit with the straps. Bucky found it endearing as she struggled with the straps, a smile trying to force its way onto his lips. He then pulled her gently by the bottom of the helmet to help her with the straps. He then got onto his motorcycle and waited for her to hop on behind him. He had just started his bike when the crowd of paparazzi rounded the corner and spotted them.
“Hold on!” Bucky called back to her and his heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pushed away the feeling as he took off, speeding away and through the city.
Bucky sat on a bench as he picked at a blade of grass, he had taken them away from the city, figuring that a change of scenery would be nice. He found a little roadside overlook that had a great view of a beautiful lake, but as soon as they got off the bike to rest, she had been glued to her phone. Bucky let out a huff before he glanced over to where she was at, still on the phone. He watched her for a moment before turning back to look at the water. He liked this spot, there was something peaceful about this place that he liked. After a moment of staring out at the water, he finally felt her joining him on the bench. He glanced over at her when he heard the sigh fall from her lips.
“Everything alright?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, it will be anyway. Just had to take care of some things with work.” She said nonchalantly, before looking out at the water. “Wow.”
Bucky nodded at her answer, he understood how grueling work could be sometimes, not that he had to deal with it anymore. “Yeah, I get that.”
“Oh, thanks for saving me by the way, I appreciate it.” The young woman said, looking over at Bucky, giving him a small smile.
His stomach fluttered at her smile, he was still getting used to people thanking him. He cleared his throat after a moment. “It was no problem. I know how relentless those paparazzi people can be.”
Her smile grew at his words. “Really?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.” He said, thinking back to the trials for a moment.
She could tell that it was a touchy subject, so she decided to change the subject. “I’m Kennedy, by the way. Kennedy Logan.”
Bucky smiled at her, it was nice to finally know her name. “Bucky, Bucky Barnes.”
She arched her brow as she adjusted to face Bucky a little more. “Bucky? Is that a nickname or something?”
Bucky chuckled at her curiosity. “Yeah, it’s a nickname. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
She smiled as he told her his full name. “That’s quite the name. I take it Bucky comes from Buchanan?”
“Yeah, that’s correct.” He said, nodding his head.
“So, Bucky, can I ask you something?” She asked, looking at him intently.
“Sure of course.” Bucky said.
“Why did you rescue me earlier? I mean, you don’t even know me.” Kennedy inquired. “Anyone else would’ve just kept walking or gone the other way.”
Bucky thought for a moment before he looked over at her. “Well, I’ve done enough bad things to last a lifetime. It’s time I start doing some good.”
She studied his face for a moment and wondered what he meant by that, but she didn’t want to push him about the matter. “Well, I definitely appreciate it.”
“Can I ask you something?” Bucky asked.
“I’m an open book, shoot.” Kennedy answered with a smile.
He chuckled at her response. “Why were they after you, the paparazzi that is.”
She tilted her head at him, studying him. She realized that he had no idea who she was and she was kind of surprised, but also relieved that he didn’t know. “They were after me because I’m an actress and I guess since my last movie, I’ve gained some popularity.”
Bucky nodded his head. “Ah, makes sense. What kind of movies do you make? If you don’t mind me asking.”
She smiled at his question. “Of course no. I do mainly horror and thrillers, with the occasional romance.”
Bucky arched a brow, he wasn’t expecting her to say those genres. “Really?”
“Yeah, why? Can you not see it?” She asked, curious about his answer.
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Do you like the horror-thriller genre?” He asked, looking over at her.
She let out a small laugh. “I actually do. The more horror the better.”
Bucky chuckled at her enthusiasm for the genre. “I haven’t seen too many horror-thriller films, but the one that I have seen I’ve enjoyed.
“I can make you a list of recommendations if you’d like?” She offered with a smile.
“Sure, I’ll add them to the list.” Bucky said, flashing her a small smile.
She arched her brow at his answer. “You have a list?”
Bucky scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, a little embarrassed about the list of things he needs to experience. As Bucky lifted his left hand, she caught the black and gold prosthetic, causing her curiosity to pique.
“Uh, yeah. Let’s just say, I haven’t been able to enjoy the finer things in life that most people have gotten to enjoy or experience.” Bucky explained, trying to be as vague as possible.
“Well, I’ll make up a list for ya and if you want, we could watch a couple of movies together. Or do anything else off of your list.” Kennedy offered, wondering what he meant by not being able to experience things.
Bucky was a bit surprised by her off of helping him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“It’s settled then.” Kennedy said, she then looked back out at the water. “Wow, this place is great. Have you been here before?”
“No, actually, I haven’t. I just thought we could use a break from the city.” Bucky said, also looking out at the water.
She was about to say something when her phone started to ring again, causing her to let out a sigh. She pulled out her cell phone and saw that it was her manager calling again.
“I’m sorry, I have to get this.” Kennedy said, giving him an apologetic look.
“Go ahead.” Bucky said, gesturing for her to take the call.
She smiled at him before she answered her phone. “Hey Olive,” She said, getting up and walking over to the bike.
Bucky glanced behind him and watched her for a moment before looking back at the lake. He couldn’t help but think about spending time with her again, something about her intrigued him. After a moment, Kennedy returned and sat back down next to him, letting out a sigh.
“Everything alright?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah, but unfortunately it seems that I need to get back.” Kennedy answered, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Hey, no worries. I can take you back, just tell me where I need to drop you.” Bucky said, standing up then offering his hand to help her up.
Kennedy smiled up at him before taking his left hand, surprised at how smooth the prosthetic hand was. Bucky gently pulled her up with ease and they started to walk back to his bike. He was a bit surprised when she continued to hold onto his hand as they walked, immediately sending butterflies to his stomach. When they got to his bike, he helped her with the helmet again before climbing onto his motorcycle.
“You good?” He called back to her.
“Yeah!” She yelled back as she slid her arms around Bucky’s waist again.
His heart fluttered at the feeling as he started the motorcycle, the engine coming to life with a loud roar. He double checked to make sure it was clear before pulling out onto the road. The drive back to the city was too short for his liking and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he dropped her off to where she needed to be. He watched as she walked away, making sure she made it inside alright before he took off. Once she was out of sight, Bucky let out a small sigh. Even though they had exchanged numbers and had already made plans to see each other again, he felt the dread of loneliness creep up on him. But for the first time, in a long time, he had hope and it was all because of her. He took off into the city, darting in and out of the lanes as he thought about seeing Kennedy again.
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