Wrong Number

Prompt: omg tony and bucky in a ‘i called the wrong number and started talking about my life and you only interrupted me after a few minutes of me revealing some p. personal stuff and now youre invested in my life troubles’ au.



Bucky ripped open the packaging of his new phone, spent twenty incredibly frustrating minutes getting it activated, then plugged the stupid thing in to charge while he paced around his kitchen table. He looked at the clock, did some mental arithmetic, and decided there was no way he could wait until Steve was home. If he didn’t vent, he’d punch a hole in the fucking wall, or maybe even set the building on fire.

Hands shaking, he hurriedly dialed the number from memory, and slouched down against the wall the phone was plugged into. As soon as he heard the line pick up, he started talking.