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[marvelsswansong]

omg hi! I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong.. but 40 with Bucky and the bodyguard au 👀 welcome back by the way! - @marvelousmrstark

word count: 1.6K

tags: so much fluff, bodyguard!AU, Bucky is cute while trying to be professional, lowkey presidential AU, stark!reader incidentally lol

a/n: a repost, b/c the original post’s tags were not working. inbox is open btw

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“Do you want me to call Wanda and have her cancel your plans for tomorrow morning?” Bucky asks quietly, his low voice cutting through the silence. You rub your eyes and shake your head sideways.

“No, I’ve been looking forward to that brunch forever.”

“But you’re exhausted and because of the press conference tonight you’re not going to be able to sleep till late-” he starts, but you purse your lips and pout.

“I’m not sleepy.”

“You’re literally falling asleep on my lap.” he retorts, and you force yourself upwards momentarily.

“There. Not sleepy anymore.”

Bucky chuckles at your behavior and you can’t help but smile too, before an idea crosses your mind.

“Bucky, can we stop by a 711 and get a slushie?”

Thing is, Bucky knows he should say no. It’s already five past six and he’s been given strict orders to have you back at the white house in time for a press briefing with the whole family present and a crowd of media reporters by seven. And according to the rule book- the one he’s had to drill into his brain during training and vetting- you’re not allowed to be seen in public on days where there’s an important press conference.

“Sorry Ms.Stark, I don’t think we can. Rule 54 states that no immediate family member of the president’s family may be seen in public on days-”

You roll your eyes, now sitting straight up and looking out the window. The way you lean against the leather seats makes one of your tank top straps to fall to the side, revealing your collarbone. His eyes can’t help but gravitate towards that exposed area of your skin, only for the slam of the car door to break him out of his trance.

“Then how come I was allowed to go to the gym today?” you challenge, crossing your arms. He sighs.

“Because that gym we were just at is a private gym which only government officials have access to. It does not fall under the category of places which rule 54 forbids.” His reply is automated and rolls off his tongue, his professional tone masking the fact that his cheeks were feeling a tad hot from watching you squirm in your seat. You were still in gym attire, the leggings hugging your waist tightly and the tank top exposing more skin than he was used to seeing from your public appearances with your family.

He chuckles out loud when you groan like a child and cross your arms- he’s always marveled at how despite being in the public eye for the two year of rigorous campaigning and another two from being the president’s daughter, you still maintained your playfulness and child-like sense of charm from your childhood.

“Then can I at least skip today’s conference?” you ask, opening one eye sneakily. Bucky shakes his head sideways.

“Rule 34 states those mandated to attend a formal public event by the president must attend unless an emergency under section 1a or 1b is to occur.”

The car takes a sharp left turn and you huff, an annoyed but amused expression on your face.

“You really are amazing for remembering all the rules on that stupid rule book, Buck.” You pause and look at him. “Buck. Can I call you that, Buck?”

“Technically you’re supposed to refer to me as ‘agent’ or something of a similar nature-”

The smile on your face drops and his mouth is speaking before his brain can catch up with it.

“B-but, I mean, you’ve already called me Bucky in public so I supposed Buck wouldn’t be too…. bad.” He knows that’s technically a lie, his superiors would give him an earful for breaking several rules regarding formality and respect when addressing the president’s family and vice versa, but it’s all worth it when you give him that soft smile and his insides light up like a fire. You have such an effect on him and it’s like you never know, too busy trying to coax Bucky into breaking another rule.

“There’s the 711, see Buck, SEE!”

You grab his hand and tug on his sleeve, pointing to the establishment a few blocks away. He’s about to shut you down again but the car rolls to a stop, it’s a red light and you take your chance to convince him.

“C’mon Buck, I’ll wear my hoodie and sunglasses and trucker hat so no one can even recognize me. Besides, it’s only 6:20 right now, we don’t have to be back home for another hour and ten minutes.”

The driver looks at Bucky from the rearview mirror, questioning him on what to do. Bucky bites his lip, an inner war raging in his mind. On one hand, he has to follow protocol and the multitudes of rules stuck in his head and get you back to the white house as early as possible. But on the other hand, your warm hand is running down his arm and your voice is soft as you’re pleading and-

“Fine.” he exhales, motioning the driver to drive to the 711. “But, on one condition. The car parks a few blocks away as to not attract attention. You wear your hat and sunglasses the whole time. You don’t speak, a-and… you grab my hand the whole time.”

You’re eagerly nodding along to everything he’s saying until the last part, which makes you stop and grin proudly.

“You really want to grab my hand that badly?” you tease, and he can feel himself freeze up.

“N-no. It’s just, we would look far less suspicious if we were presenting ourselves as a couple.”

You throw the sunglasses and hat, as the car slows down. You smirk at him as he opens the door for you and you hop off the car with ease. Your hand slides into his, and it feels so natural, neither of you flinch or freeze up.

“You know, if you wanted to take me out on a date, you could’ve just asked.” you tease quietly as you two approach the 711. It’s Bucky’s turn to roll his eyes.

“You’re literally the president’s daughter. I’m pretty sure that’d be breaking at least half of the rules in the rule book.” he retorts back, shushing you as the doors slide open. You drag him to the slushie aisle and point at the blueberry one, and you also somehow coax him into buying you a hotdog- even though you’re supposed to have a formal dinner just before the press conference. Bucky pays for all the food and carries it in his arms as you leave the store hand in hand, all in a record breaking time period of five minutes.

“I don’t know how you talked me into buying you that hot dog.” Bucky says shamefully, shaking his head. You giggle, squeezing his hand and taking a sip from your slushie.

“I guess I’m your weak spot.” you say absent-mindedly, looking off into the distance. You don’t notice his soft gaze as he whispers back a quiet “I guess so.” He thinks you haven’t heard his response, too busy watching the cars drive by the highway in the night, but you definitely heard that.

“Are you cold?” he asks, noticing that you’re shivering. The tank top is not doing much to shield you from the winter breeze, so you nod. He’s quick to take off his suit jacket and slip it onto your shoulders, his cologne enveloping your senses.

“Thanks.”

He tries not to think about how cute you look in his clothes and looks away, nodding.

“You’re welcome.”

You’ve always thought Bucky was attractive, obviously. But his professional mannerisms and steel trap knowledge of the dreaded rule book made it pretty clear to you early on that nothing was ever going to happen. Or… that’s what you thought, until now. Looking up at him now, the red traffic light illuminating his face as the two of you stand by a sidewalk, you realize he’s actually let his professionalism slide over time. Letting you call him Buck, even in public. Bending the rules to let you have food. Sneaking you snacks in between meetings. Giving you his clothes when you were cold…

“Buck-” you call out to him, stopping him from crossing the road. The car is a few blocks away, but far away enough for the driver to not be able to see what you’re doing.

“Yes?”

“You like me, right?”

He chuckles.

“Of course I like you. Why else would I be working for you?”

You roll your eyes.

“Technically, you work for the president, aka my dad. You know what I meant, Buck.” you say, inching closer to him. He drops your hand and scratches his neck, not meeting your gaze.

“You know I can’t say that.” he whispers. “Because-”

“Because of the rules?” you interrupt him, frustrated. “Fuck the rules, Buck. Forgot about the fact that I happen to be Tony Stark’s daughter for one second and just tell me, from one person to another… I like you, Bucky. I really, really do. Do you like me back?”

“I… I do.” he says. The two of you are only inches apart now, and you grin.

“Then you should kiss me right now.”

It’s his turn to grin.

“That’d be breaking rule 2: no fraternizing with any member of the president’s family.”

You pull away to argue with him again but he doesn’t allow you to when he smirks and pulls you back towards him.

“But… I’ve been breaking a lot of rules today, huh?”

There’s no space for a sassy retort when his lips are on yours and he cups your face in his hands, dropping the groceries onto the floor. It’s sweet but a bit rushed, and he can taste the cold blueberry flavor of your drink on your lips.

Perhaps it was worth it to break a few rules.

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