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3 • Operation: Dinner ... Puppies & A Food Festival | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

Description: You & Bucky get closer as your mission progresses, will it be awkward when Tony suggests you do more than just hold hands?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing, suggestive language 18+ (no smut yet).

A/N: I really can't keep my word count down, sorry guys!! Remember kids: adopt don’t shop but for the sake of this story, in my universe there is no such things as abandoned animals & no animal cruelty at all.

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Team bonding night at the tower usually consisted of a movie or games night, Steve insisted on them ‘for morale’, Bucky rarely came but was told in no uncertain terms that now he was living at the tower there was no excuse for his non-participation. You however, always showed up no matter how many times it ended in chaos, superheroes were way too competitive but watching Thor get all sparkly whenever he lost a hand of cards was never not funny because he was a complete himbo & couldn’t play for shit.

Tonight was different, there wasn’t a game or movie in sight & you felt like a zoo animal in an exhibit, all eyes focused on you & Bucky, you showed up hand in hand having met up earlier in the day to work out how you would survive the whole night with them. Evading their questions was becoming your superpower, Nat, Thor & Peter had you surrounded as they bombarded you for information, you just wanted to hang out with your friends but that was proving difficult, Bucky was slumped in an armchair with Sam pecking his head trying to get something out of him. Feeling guilty for roping him into this chaos you walked over to where he was sat, without saying a word he opened up his arms & you unceremoniously plonked yourself on his lap.

As he straightened out allowing you to snuggle into him ie. grasp onto him like a sloth clinging to a tree you reached into your pocket & pulled out your phone; you two had important business to discuss.

You looked up at him. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey Bambi, you havin’ a good night?’ he kissed your temple in a way that had quickly become your norm.

‘Nope, thought they would have gotten over it & got on with games night so we could look at the dogs Tony lined up for us but no, apparently, we’re more interesting to gawp at than the new Star Wars movie or Kerplunk.'

‘Ignore them Doll, let’s get down to business & pick our little guy.’

There was no one else in the room from that moment on, they could have been staring or commenting but it was just you & Bucky looking at the cute little puppies.

‘Oh. My. God please Bucky, please can we have this one, he’s so so fluffy.’

‘Sure doll, whichever you want we can have.’ He wasn’t capable of saying no to you.

‘That’s no good, I want them all. Tony, can we have all the puppies?’ You looked up him & tried fluttering your lashes, Bucky squeezed you chuckling when he saw your attempts at convincing Tony to let you have your way.

‘No, kid, one only.’ He was uncharacteristically quiet, observing the goings on like a king watching down upon his court, particularly fascinated by how close you & Bucky had become. He hadn’t ever had Bucky down as a cuddler, but he resembled more of a memory foam mattress than Super Solider the way he was moulded around you at that moment.

‘No fair.’ You huffed crossing your arms & pouting.

Sam butted in ‘Hold on a sec, you two are getting a puppy, why are you even living in the tower when you have your own places?’

‘We’re moving in together & waiting on our place.’ Bucky spoke not taking his eyes off you or your bottom lip sticking out whilst your eyes were bulging at what he had just said. He held your face running his thumb over your pout before pulling you towards him, you could hear Tony choking on his drink but your focus was completely on Bucky’s lips, they practically grazed yours when he swooped past them to whisper something in your ear, his breathe tickling your hair, nose nestling into you as he spoke, ‘play along doll, if they think I’m telling you all the dirty things I want to do to you they’ll ignore us, ok?’ He punctuated the ok with a soft kiss, right at the base of your neck.

You moaned, a full-on moan & the man hadn’t said anything remotely sexual, you were teetering on the edge of grinding down on him but froze your hips mortified that you had that reaction. When he pulled away from you, you were blinking in slow motion & gulping for oxygen, did he really just say that? Was he really thinking of dirty things to do or is it just for show? You re-entered the living realm when he threw you a wink & you half batted his shoulder with a playful slap, ‘You can’t say that stuff when we are in company Bucky.’

He pulled up your phone again encouraging you to lay back against him scrolling down the screen, ‘how ‘bout this one?’

‘mm he’s so adorable, you need to help me pick, they’re all too cute, he’s yours just as much as mine.’

He continued to scroll until he set eyes on the most adorable white fluffy guy, you guessed he was a retriever, but you didn’t care, you were in love. ‘Ok, well this little guy I like, will keep you safe when I’m not with you too.’

‘I love him.’ You looked at Bucky with the biggest eyes & smiled at his words, ‘our puppy, our little boy, what we gonna call him? Benedict Barnes is cute.’

‘Yeah Doll, that’s cute. Or Benjie Barnes.’

‘hmm, he definitely needs an old man name like his Daddy,’ you playfully poked his chest & continued rolling off cute puppy names.

Bucky was grateful you switched your eyes back to the screen so you didn’t see his head fall back at what you just called him, his knuckles were white from him gripping onto the chair to stop himself throwing you over his shoulder, marching you to his room & fucking you all night. After he cleared his throat & made sure his cock wasn’t pressed anywhere near you he realised he missed all of your name suggestions.

‘How is James an old man name Bambi?’

You shrugged your shoulders, ‘James might not be but Buchanan sure is.’ He squeezed you tightly as you giggled.

‘Hmm needs to go with Gerald too.’ You pondered.

The intrusion into yours & Bucky’s bubble came when Sam couldn’t hold his questions in any longer, ‘Who the hell is Gerald & hold up, why, if you’re moving in together do you have separate rooms here?’

‘You’re very nosey Samuel.’ You narrowed your eyes at him, but Bucky didn’t like how you had leaned forward away from him so pulled you back into his arms.

‘What they do in their own home is their business, but under my roof they are in separate rooms. Hands where I can see them Tin Man.’

You winked at Tony for his very in character fake outburst, Bucky saw it more of a challenge & his hands found their way to your hips shifting you to lie fully on him with your back pressed to his chest & then wrapped his arms around you.

His lips found their way to your ear again, it’s like he found your kryptonite & was sweetly torturing you with his soft lips & deep gravelly voice, ‘What about Engelburt? That’s an old man name’ Bucky whispered. You wiggled in delight, ‘Engelburt, Burt, Burtie, little Burtie Barnes. Eeeee I love it.’ You twisted yourself around to face him kissing him right at the corner of his mouth.

Crawling up Bucky’s chest until your mouth was to his ear you whispered ‘Bambi, Bear, Burtie & Gerald. Our family.’ You plonked yourself on him, chest to chest with your head tucked in below his, you felt so safe as he held you tight & stroked your back slowly whilst he was deep in thought. You could have stayed like that forever.

The word family knocked around in Bucky’s brain as he held you against him, it’s not something he’s had in a very long time, yes, this one included a coffee robot, but the rest seemed pretty perfect, why he said you were going to be moving in together he didn’t know, trying to annoy Sam wasn’t worth the eventual disappointment when he had to move back into his apartment on his own.

You noticed Bucky was a little quieter than usual in the following days, maybe forcing a makeshift family on him was a bit too much, you weren’t actually together you kept having to remind yourself, would he feel trapped by you if he actually met someone? Obligated to spend time with you & the dog you shared? You had always wanted to see Bucky in love & happy but now the thought of him with someone turned your stomach & made you feel hollow, also kind of rage-y thinking of another person with yours & Bucky’s dog.

Instead of spiralling as you normally would & worrying yourself sick at all the make shift scenarios your brain conjured up you decided to take matters into your own hands, it was puppy day nothing was going to bring you down. You picked up your phone to text your super soldier.

Sheer giddiness pulsated through Bucky, granted he was more of a cat man but having a link to you in the shape of a dog was patching the hole in his heart, plus everyone loved puppies. He wasn’t exactly avoiding you since game night more like having to physically tear himself away from you to avoid smothering you & kissing you senseless, he could feel it building exponentially every second he was with you, he was at breaking point when you were wiggling yourself on his lap once you’d finished talking all things puppies as you lay in his arms watching the group finally get on with game night, he found his peace. It terrified him.

The two days of quiet contemplation did him good, normally he would sabotage anything that had to potential to end in happiness & with how he was feeling he knew that if he had a taste of what you offered & he screwed it up, it would devastate him. For once he overruled his fucked-up brain & chose not to run, you were his sunshine, he was ready for this, he knew he could affect you physically when he flirted & was affectionate with you but were you thinking it was all for show & to annoy your nosey friends? He needed to make sure you understood that everything he did was genuine & that he wanted you to be his girl. When he made his way to your room he was buzzing with excitement, a whole day with you was exactly what he needed, seeing your smiley face as you opened the door made his stomach flip.

The journey had seemed endless as you made your way to Brooklyn, Bucky had promised to bring you back to show you his old stomping grounds after he had pointed out a place he used to take girls dancing. You pictured a young Soldier ready to go to war with women hanging off his arms, you felt silly that you were jealous of them but filled with such sadness at never knowing that guy who apparently was a little scoundrel. You walked wrapped around him a little tighter as he told you some of the tales he had managed to recall until you reached the brownstone home, it was beautiful, steps covered in plants, three stories, it oddly felt like home just from looking at it. You were practically vibrating in excitement when you knocked on the big turquoise door, a sweet silver haired woman answered, her kind face welcoming you inside as you introduced yourselves.

As Ms Alice fixed you both some lemonade at her insistence, you were left sitting in the lounge, squished next to Bucky on the mid-century sofa which apparently wasn’t made to cater two adults let alone a super solider & regular-ish size adult, you peered around the gorgeous interior, tall ceilings, panelled walls & wood flooring, it was exactly your vibe.

‘This house is beautiful, you think she’ll let me live with her?’

‘She’ll have to take me in too Bambi.’ The arm he had around you squeezed you further into his side & a kiss was placed in your hair as you wrapped both your arms around him resting you head on his shoulder.

‘You think she takes in strays? Should have made a brownstone part of the deal, I’ll ask Tony if he’ll buy us one later.’ He had no doubt you would & that the answer would likely be yes, even though it was said in jest the thought of living with you, in Brooklyn with your puppy would be too much for his heart to handle.

After Ms Alice had been through all the information you needed & imparted her wisdom about interiors after you mentioned how much you loved her home it was time to meet the puppies. You sat down cross legged on the floor waiting for them, you were between Bucky’s feet & as your legs bounced nervously, he bent down to kiss your head calming you as always.

All of a sudden you heard the patter of tiny paws on the floor & a litter of puppies were let loose in the room, they swarmed you jumping up & climbing into your lap all vying for your attention, Bucky watched on as you delighted in all the puppy cuddles. It didn’t take long to spot your little guy with a distinctive red bow around his neck, as he bounded up to you tail wagging, you scooped him off the floor & you couldn’t help but let out a sob as you held him. You were so happy.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave you at any point as you played with all the puppies, you constantly turned around to look at him & ask him if you could buy whichever puppy you were holding, it pained him to say no to you, but one puppy was enough for now. He reached down & picked up Burtie from the mass of puppies surrounding you.

‘Let’s have a look at you little guy.’ Holding the ball of fluff in front of his face he giggled at how desperate the puppy was to give him kisses, he slipped his hand in his coat & clipped a little black collar around his neck.

‘You keep hold of that girl, she’s has a good spirit.’ His face whipped around to Ms Alice who decided to impart a little wisdom on him too having been watching the two of you.

‘I plan to ma’am.’ He placed Burtie back into your arms & placed another kiss on your head. You inspected the collar & noticed the shiny dog tag hanging from it, it read ‘Burtie Barnes’ on one side & on the other ‘If found please return to Bambi & Bucky Barnes 555-1284’.

Experiencing Bucky with your puppy you imagined was akin to a junkie getting their fix, it was like happiness flowing through your veins every second spent in their vicinity, it might not have been planned or PR approved but you couldn’t resist taking a picture of Bucky attempting to look tough with the bundle of love in his arms & uploading it to your Instagram. If the mission was getting the public to see what a softie the super solider currently cradling your entire heart in his hands was, you just succeeded.

Bucky somehow managed to drag you away from the old woman’s house, even though you were still sulking that you weren’t allowed to buy them all, he hadn’t ever seen you as happy. He knew if he ever got his memory wiped again they wouldn’t be able to touch this one, it was imprinted on him in a way like no other, to his bones. All he could see was your beautiful smile, wide eyes & a ball of fluff in his arms. His family, every step he took he grew more protective, nothing or no one would take you away from him, he was determined to give you the life you dreamt of in a Brooklyn mid-century home.

After Burtie’s first subway ride you headed to the food festival, Bucky’s was arm flung over your shoulders & your puppy asleep in your arms, he noticed the glances you were giving him followed by cute little smiles, he wanted to know what you were thinking & if you were happy as he was right now, if he was living in a dream, he would kill whoever woke him up, he was utterly content for the first time in decades.

It didn’t take you long to find some food, the vendors lined up either side of the closed off street & Burtie quickly woke up at the various delicious smells each stall was offering, you chose chicken & avocado tacos with halloumi bites & Bucky reluctantly tried a pulled pork quesadilla & stole most of your bites, according to your super soldier if it wasn’t plain & boiled it was classed as exotic to him.

It was a dream afternoon together trying out various cuisines in an attempt to develop Bucky’s palate completely undisturbed from your privacy invading friends, although in fairness you did kind of ask for it, you poke the bear it will bite back & as much as you enjoyed being plastered to Bucky whenever you were together being creeped on by a spy & a guy in the vents was freaking you out a little so it felt nice to escape the tower for the day.

Being so stuck in your head & distracted you missed the curb & before you knew what was happening you decked it to the floor, rolling your ankle in the process. Being the good mother you were, you sacrificed your ego & intact bones to make sure that every hair on you beautiful puppies body was unharmed.

One minute you were next to Bucky looking like you were in your own world & then the next second you were on the floor, if you weren’t in obvious pain he would have laughed at you holding Burtie up like he was Simba in the Lion King, a film he’s now glad you insisted he watch just to connect the two images. Once he hauled you back on two legs he thought you resembled a new born giraffe trying to walk, when the pain didn’t show signs of easing he didn’t hesitate to crouch in front of you & offer his services as your personal transportation back to the tower.

You gently placed Burtie in Bucky’s jacket zipping it up to make sure he was secure but enough room for him to see out if he wanted, his beautiful little face popping out beneath Bucky’s chin was so adorable you actually stopped a passer-by to ask them if they could take a photo for your scrapbook. You carefully wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist & rested your elbows gently on his shoulders, which gave your hands-free reign to play with his hair, tickle the puppy or more importantly feed Bucky the churros you insisted he buy you. You made a mental note to show him the film Ratatouille, a tug of his hair & you were living the real-life version, almost.

It was like every second Bucky spent with you somehow made him feel more whole, would there be a point at which he burst? Perhaps, but to be so needed by you, even if it was to carry you around was fulfilling him like he hadn’t felt before. You didn’t need Gerald, he thought, he could be your coffee robot, he had a metal arm so surely qualified at the robot level, he could see you whenever you wanted, first thing in the morning when you were all cute & sleepy, when you were grumpy during that mid-afternoon lull you always had, or whenever you needed a pick-me-up. He could be your pick-me-up.

He wanted to feel needed by you, to be relied on by someone for something other than fighting, as you were playing with his hair he had to stop connecting the feeling of your fingers in his hair with imagining you tugging on it whilst he split you in two on his cock, he wouldn’t be able to walk if you carried on, so the second you saw the churros & like a magpie honed in on the goods he was relieved that your fingers were now occupied; except now each time you ripped a chunk off & fed it to him he wanted to cry. He needed you & needed to be taken care of by you, it would be more than he ever deserved, Winter Soldier or not.

Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat by the time you’d gotten back to the tower, as was the norm these days everyone was lying in wait for you both to get home. Thankfully today you had a secret weapon to distract them, the most adorable puppy that ever lived, in your totally unbiased new puppy high opinion. After Bucky unzipped the little guy & handed him to Scott he carried you to the kitchen, you could see Burtie was lapping up all of the attention strutting around from Avenger to Avenger like he owned the place, Bucky lifted you onto the counter to inspect your ankle.

‘I think we’re going to have to invest in icepacks the amount of injuries you sustain a week Bambi.’ You giggled & tried to act offended.

‘We’ll get you some as a house warming gift, you’ll need a first aid kit too. Don’t think I didn’t see those new roller blades on my credit card.’ You narrowed your eyes at Tony regretting not buying your new blades via Paypal.

‘Least Bucky will patch me up unlike when Nat lived with me & refused to reset my dislocated shoulder that time.’ You stuck your tongue out at her, if the opportunity arose you never failed to bring that up.

She plucked Burtie up from the floor inspecting him almost as she replied to your taunt, ‘You brought it on yourself, I had already re-set your elbow that morning.’

‘Nat, are you serious?’ Bucky was livid that she would leave you in pain.

‘What’s the definition of insanity Bambi?’ you didn’t miss the tone of the nickname she stole off Bucky.

‘Doing the same thing repeatedly & expecting a different outcome & don’t call me Bambi, that’s for Bucky only.’ You pouted at her, you may taunt each other every waking minute but Nat was like your older sister who reigned you in when needed but always there for a non-dislocated shoulder to cry on.

Pride swelled in Bucky’s chest at you not allowing anyone else to give you the moniker he used but he was still pissed at Nat, how anyone could leave you in pain & not help you, you the sweetest soul was barbaric.

‘Bucky she was using Peter’s web fluid to swing from the rafters in the hanger bay & kept falling every time she missed, which was every attempt.’

‘Oh.’

You looked at him sheepishly, great, he now thought you were dumb. So much for him patching you up all the time. Whilst Nat was being mean he had removed your boot & sock placing a pack of frozen peas on your ankle.

‘Regardless, you don’t leave her in pain, even if she is insane. You should have called me Bambi, not Romanoff’ He booped your nose as he said it & you wanted to kiss him, you never thought you’d find someone who would put up with your idiotic tendencies & offer to still fix you injuries despite them being self-inflicted most of the time.

Yes, you were an Avenger, but you were an accident-prone clumsy Avenger. It’s not like you were the alien fighting breed of Superhero you hung around with, you were silent, stealthy on flat smooth surfaces & tried to use your intelligence to cripple the enemy. You were a hacker, The Viper, with some fighting skills, you just fell over more than your counterparts which always seemed to startle your enemies & usually worked in your favour.

‘You’ll change your mind when I tell you how she got shot.’ You nearly interjected at that, he really didn’t need to know about the incident. At her words Bucky moved himself in-between your legs, caging you face in his hands, running his eyes over you like he was looking for injuries.

‘You were shot Bambi?’ The concern on his features made you want to cry, he looked pained.

You nodded lifting your shirt to show him the scar, his fingers were brushing over it, looking at you intensely, the puddle he left you in just from his fingertips against your skin meant you weren’t walking anytime soon, sprained ankle or not.

‘I’m fine now, promise.’ You wrapped your legs around his waist & arms around his neck to cuddle him.

‘You need to keep your foot elevated, Doll.’

With a mischievous brow wiggle at Bucky telling him to play along you placed the peas on his shoulder, being as graceful as you could manage you manoeuvred your ankle to sit on top, this would shut Nat up & hopefully stop her telling Bucky about the time you accidentally shot yourself. His eyes were wide, he wrapped his arm around your back & slid you to the edge of the counter, your centre now pressed against his hard abdomen with the other leg hooked around his waist. Like any moment with Bucky his hands were clutching your face & his lips were situated at your ear ready to have you melted into the counter at whatever he was about to say but was annoyingly interrupted by the redhead looking disgusted at the sight at your side.

As you suspected, it worked like a charm. ‘Eww you guys are gross, Tony they’re fucking on the counter.’ Nat whined immediately leaving your vicinity.

Without even a glance in your direction he waved his hand like he was decreeing a new law, ‘No fornication on communal furniture kids, Tin Man you better not be violating my eldest child in the same room as me.’

‘So privately is ok?’

Tony’s eyes shot up meeting Bucky’s with a raised brow.

‘Noted, excuse us guys we’re going to be busy for the next hour … or two.’

He picked you up from the counter in a fireman’s lift not being able to resist patting your backside.

‘Bucky, Jesus. Put me down.’ Despite enjoying the view of his ass, you were not loving the upside-down view of the world.

‘No can-do Bambi, you’re injured, gotta take care of ya’ he collected your handbag & jacket then plucked Burtie out of Peter’s arms.

As he walked out of the common room he decided on the rest of the night’s plan, ‘You fancy watching a movie Doll?’

‘Sure Bucky Bear. How about 50 first dates? Maybe we could get some tips!’

He laughed as he ran down the hall with you both to your bedroom, once you got all settled & snuggled up you watched a film that you forgot was all about someone with amnesia. You pointed out the irony & Bucky thought it was hilarious once you started apologising about how close to home it was for him but he wouldn’t let you turn it off, he knew he would do exactly the same as the film if you didn’t remember who he was every day.

Natasha observed with increasing curiosity you & Bucky strolling into the conference room hand in hand, she could see Tony & the PR manager waiting for you & wondered why you were meeting with them. Rebecca usually only got involved with the team if Bruce was let loose or if one of Tony’s hook ups were doing a kiss & tell, maybe people were getting pissed at you both being together, stealing focus from saving the world or maybe it was something more, as Burtie tried to gnaw at her fingers she sat patiently formulating a plan to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

After fixing you & Bucky a coffee you sat down at his side waiting for whatever this impromptu meeting was about, as Rebecca set up her tablet with Tony’s ridiculously complicated interface you twiddled your thumbs.

‘Hey, Bucky?’

‘Yeah?’

‘If you could be any kind of fruit, which fruit would you be?’

He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous question, where the hell you plucked these thoughts from in your brain he didn’t know.

‘Don’t laugh at me, it’s an actual legitimate question, it’s like a personality test, so if you say tomato you’d be a sociopath or something.’

‘I wasn’t laughing at you Bambi, promise. Just love how your brain works sometimes.’

You were beaming, ‘so what would you be?’

‘uhm … I would be a watermelon.’

You gasped, ‘My favourite.’

‘I know Doll.’

‘What do you think I would I be?’

‘A peach.’

‘A Peach?’

You didn’t see Tony roll his eyes & fake wretch at the completely lame pick-up line which obviously was a swing & a miss, you completely skipped what he was hinting at. You thought of a peach, you loved peaches, sweet, fuzzy on the outside, soft on the inside, with a stone in the centre. Oh. Was that what Bucky thought of you? Your face dropped & he noticed straight away but before he could clarify why & stop you spiralling Rebecca started the meeting.

You sat dejected trying to think over what Bucky had just said, surely, he didn’t mean it like you interpreted, instead of getting lost in your head you decided to let it go until after the meeting & you could ask him. Mis-communication was not going to be your downfall in this operation or friendship, apart from the obvious non-communication about the growing feelings for the father of your dog & coffee robot.

‘So far, the public generally are accepting the relationship with open arms as we predicted, opinion is lifted & the additional organic content you are producing is only enhancing it.’

You lifted your head ‘What organic content?’

‘You were spotted at the movies & food festival, there was also a picture circulating from game night, Steve’s selfie managed to capture you both in the background cuddling & then the puppy picture you posted which the public have lapped up’

‘A big beefy guy with a puppy works every time, but what do you mean by generally accepting?’ Something about that phrase was bugging you.

At the click of a button Rebecca pulled up some comments on social media showing that some people weren’t quite buying the story being portrayed to them.

‘I know we can’t expect everyone to react positively, but these accounts have some chunky followings & if it picks up that the whole thing is fake then it could backfire.’

Bucky shuddered at the word fake, none of it was to him, all those moments he wasn’t thinking of how it was being perceived, even in the coffee shop after you held his hand he forgot it was part of the plan, he was just enjoying being connected to you. Sandwiching your little hand between his, enjoying feeling your soft skin, imagining how big his cock would look with your fingers wrapped around it.

‘What are you suggesting?’

Tony smirked, after your text exchange the day before you were dreading what was about to come out of his mouth.

‘I know we said a bit of hand holding & sitting near one another would be sufficient, but you have a dinner date tonight where a photographer will be taking a couple of pictures maybe a kiss would help shut those stories down before they gain traction.’

‘Absolutely not Stark, you can’t expect her to do that.’ Bucky was livid that he was suggesting this, he didn’t want his first kiss with you to be for show, he wanted it to mean something to you both, to be as real as his feelings were for you.

Wow, ouch, why was the thought of kissing you making him so mad? You tried not to get offended, but it was a bit of an ego blow, most guys wouldn’t care so much & just give you a kiss for the camera, apparently not Bucky Barnes.

‘It’s not an order, just a suggestion, a little peck on the lips nothing serious.’ Tony’s dismissive tone infuriated you sometimes.

‘She shouldn’t have to be forced into doing something she isn’t comfortable for this circus.’

‘Just think about it, like I said, it’s a suggestion. Don’t pretend to me like you’ve not done anything, you’re practically humping in front of the team on the regular these days.’

You had been quiet up until now, Bucky seemed to be doing all the pushing back needed with Tony but to have someone presume complete false information didn’t fly with you.

You sat forward from your chair looking at Tony in dismay ‘Pardon me?’

‘You heard me kid.’

‘We’ve not done anything Tony. We’re just fucking around with them, pretending we’re together.’

‘Pretending, sure.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You must be a hell of an actress.’

‘Enough.’ Bucky raised his voice, he needed to stop this building into an argument, he hated the thought of you falling out with Tony over this, over him.

‘Come on Bucky, meetings over.’ You grabbed his hand & stormed out the room.

You were silent in the march to your bedroom, you didn’t know what to feel, humiliation at Tony’s brazenness, embarrassment at Bucky not wanting to kiss you, devastation at the peach thing, it was all swirling & overwhelming you.

‘Bambi, come sit, you need to calm down.’ Bucky lead you to the armchair in the corner of your living space & pulled you onto his lap like it was second nature, he could tell you were spiralling from everything that had just occurred, his large palm was draped across your knees anchoring you to him & the other tracing up & down your spine as your breathing slowly returned to a normal level.

‘I’m so sorry Bucky that was so embarrassing for him to suggest that we’ve been doing stuff & we should kiss. I get it if you don’t want to, it’s fine. We’re fine. Everything’s fine. But what was the peach thing about? Do you really think I have a heart of stone, at first I was like, that’s cute I love peaches, their sweet but they have a stone for a heart, do you really think that? I don’t think I do, I think I’m nice, might not be kissable nice but nice, I think I’m nice to you & everyone, yeah trying to pretend to our friends is mean & I guess I’m not usually mean but they followed me once when they thought I was on a date so I’m teaching them a lesson but maybe it’s too mean’ you couldn’t stop rambling on once you saw his face drop, he probably wasn’t expecting you to come out & ask like the idiot you were.

‘Look at me sweetheart.’ He held your face & kissed your forehead to try & calm you down, it worked instantly, all you could think at that minute how he was so good to you, so patient & kind.

‘Let’s start with the peach, absolutely no chance, in no way nor in any universe would I think you have a heart of stone, darling you, precious you, are currently sat on the lap of someone who was once a brain washed assassin & don’t think badly of him for it, don’t judge or fear him. You have a heart of gold.’

‘Oh, sorry I ….’

‘Don’t you dare say sorry, I should have told you that when I said it because firstly, peaches are my favourite fruit.’

‘Your favourite?’ Your eyes lit up & the sunshine he loved returned to your face.

‘Yes, my absolute favourite, they’re also very sweet & soft just like you but also how do I say this right, it’s a line from that movie you love, you, my sweet soft Bambi have an absolutely breath-taking hiney.’

You leaned forward cackling laughing at what he said, you couldn’t believe he remembered that line & also was trying to tell you that you have a peachy bottom, you needed to thank Natasha later for all the squats she subjects you to whenever you’re training with her.

‘As for Tony’s suggestion, I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do it for a picture, to awkwardly kiss someone you’ve never kissed before in a restaurant & have someone taking a picture. I didn’t want you to lower yourself to that. Your dignity is not worth a better reputation for me.’

You took in his words, there was the gentleman you knew, why did your brain think the worst instead of knowing that Bucky always thought of what was right & not with his dick like most men, maybe you overreacted slightly at Tony. Having a quick kiss would probably would shut people up, but Bucky was right, it would be too awkward & obviously fake if a photographer captured a staged first-time kiss. As quickly as the thought occurred to you, you said it out loud.

‘Maybe if we had a practice kiss first it wouldn’t be as awkward.’

Bucky’s head shot up, he looked at you like you were an alien not speaking his language because it sounded to him like you said you wanted to practice kissing. He had died & somehow ended up in heaven? Maybe all the times he had controlled himself around you, you the literal angel in his lap got him a ticket through the pearly gates either that or this was actually happening. Life wasn’t that kind to him, surely?

‘Well if you were to agree to a kiss on our date Bambi then practicing first might be a good plan.’ You didn’t miss the way his eyes were laser focused on your lips or him wetting his own with his tongue, you may have bitten yours watching him do it because you felt a vibranium thumb touching your bottom lip to release it from your teeth whist your head was being manoeuvred slightly on its axis by the big hand embracing your face.

Your lips were like magnets finding their way to each other, as if on instinct your legs found their way to either side of Bucky’s thighs not breaking the kiss for a second, you were connected by a force that couldn’t be parted once they met. It wasn’t a respectful kiss, it was an ‘I love you, can’t live without you’ kind of kiss & if those words were never confessed he wanted to convey it in whatever way he could with his mouth.

Your fingers ran their way through Bucky’s silky soft hair, your brain was empty & completely immersed focusing on the pillowy lips parting & tongue caressing yours, he couldn’t help his hands roaming around to try & pull you as closely as he could to you. You clearly were feeling things the same as him from all the moaning & writhing you were doing in his lap, neither of you wanted it to end. Trying to control his aching cock was proving difficult & as you ground down on him, his hardness jolted you back into the real world, he was hard for you.

You slowly pulled back, reluctantly retreating from his kiss, the best kiss you’d ever had, it was silly really, this relationship & this kiss, the fake relationship & kiss was the best you’d ever experienced, Bucky was the best man you had experienced full stop. You sighed & as you peered into the most beautiful ocean eyes you realised that this would probably end in heartbreak for you, you loved him, maybe you always did, but there was no way Bucky Barnes would ever love you back like that.

Bucky could see how deep in thought you were, maybe he took it too far, got a bit too handsy with you or it might be the erection currently pressed against you making you uncomfortable. He broke the silence hoping that some levity would bring you out of your head.

‘I think we would be asked to leave the restaurant if we did that over dinner.’

You chuckled & appreciated him not making it awkward, you rested your forehead on his shoulder.

‘We’d be on the news if the photographer was capturing it too, might be worth it to piss off Tony.’

‘I’d rather not get skinned alive.’

And just like that you were back to your usual selves.

You were nervous & wearing a hole in the plush carpet you were currently pacing on waiting for the second mission; Dinner. Bucky was insistent on picking you up at your door like a gentleman & you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the mound of rejected outfits in your closet, not that you were making an effort. You had eventually settled on a silk leopard print skirt with a thigh high slit, a tucked in skin tight black cami showing a bit of cleavage & some nude heels that elongated your legs perfectly.

Three gentle taps on the door sounded just as you secured your earring, you shook your hands, let out a big breath & opened up to see the most beautiful man holding the most beautiful bouquet of sunflowers with a big smile on his face.

You were fucked & so utterly gone for this man.

‘Bucky, these are beautiful, thank you.’

‘My ma’ would throttle me if I showed up to a beautiful girls door ready to take her out & not have any flowers to give her.’

You pinched his little dimpled chin between your thumb & finger ‘that’s so sweet, she raised you well.’ He leaned into your palm kissing your skin gently.

After quickly filling the sink & placing the flowers carefully in them you were ready to go, before setting off you looked your super solider up & down, he was so handsome in his black dinner jacket & jeans combo, he blushed at you checking him out.

‘Like what you see Bambi?’

‘You look so handsome Bear, but take your gloves off, you don’t ever need them around me, ok?’

‘Ok Doll, you look absolutely stunning, I’d have said it earlier, but you took my breath away, so I couldn’t speak.’

You giggled at his shameless flirting, he did make you feel so special all the time & if this is all you ever had with him, it wasn’t so bad.

Given that you were wearing a skirt Bucky drove you to the restaurant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in the car, all he could think about your lips against his, you grinding against him on his lap & wanting to run his fingers up & down your folds as you sat in his passenger seat wearing that sinful skirt. He was fully hard & aching for you, he’d been in a constant state of arousal the minute you suggested practicing kissing, it was a continual battle for Bucky not to rip of your clothes & bury his cock inside you, with consent of course.

The restaurant was quiet, far too fancy for Bucky’s taste, the snobbery was reflected in every square inch of the place with the over modernisation of furniture & light fittings, he felt like he was in an episode of Star Trek looking at some of the cuboid chairs.

The maître d' led you to your booth, the lowlight of the room combined with each table perfectly placed under a soft spotlight made you feel completely secluded & in your own bubble, if there were other people there you wouldn’t have known, it was just you & your super solider. You suspected Tony had purchased a few tables around yours so that you could have some privacy or more likely, so that the photographer could get a clear shot of the pair of you.

Every step of the way he was the perfect gentleman, opening the car door, offering his hand as you exited, making sure you were the first through every entrance, pulling out your chair, letting you order first, it was such a contrast to any other date you had been on before, you knew it wasn’t a ploy to sleep with you or impress you, it was just who Bucky was. He did try to impress you when he was offered wine to taste & attempted to be as debonair as possible but fell flat on his face with it when he opened his mouth about the notes, you both were laughing & had no doubt you were pissing off the other diners. Not that you cared.

‘I know you’re probably used to all this with Tony but do you actually like this kind of thing Doll?’ he asked gesturing to the cutlery lined up, all the unnecessary plates & glasses on the table.

‘God no, give me a sofa, pizza & cuddles any day over this.’

One look at the entrée that appeared as if from nowhere over his shoulder & he looked traumatised. You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression.

‘We might have to get one on the way home after this if their portions don’t improve.’

You felt bad that he was going to have to essentially starve himself for the evening whilst you did this, he had a high metabolism thanks to the serum so an endless pit of hunger & this sorry excuse for a meal wouldn’t touch the sides.

Between teeny tiny courses you were glued to his side, the physical affection came naturally to you with Bucky, he was so warm & even though covered in well honed muscle so comfy to snuggle up to, you noticed his hand constantly on your exposed thigh, every touch higher igniting you.

You had just finished a pea mousse monstrosity & glanced up at Bucky, his eyes met yours instantly, you loved the way he angled his face down to look at you without needing to pull away, ‘When should we kiss?’ his eyes immediately dropping to your mouth as the question was asked, his tongue darted across his bottom lip.

‘Now seems a pretty good time Bambi, you ready?’ Your eyes were closing & his lips were already pressed to yours as he finished speaking, like last time his big hand held your face securely & it was electric, how was it a better kiss than the first? You behaved yourself as much as you could & kept it appropriate for the most part, hopefully no one in the restaurant was paying attention, as you parted lips Bucky followed up with a smaller more delicate kiss. He was a master at kissing, you wondered when his last kiss was because if he was going on muscle memory alone he must have had a hell of a lot of practice at one point in his life.

‘I hope they managed to get that on camera.’

‘Oh yeah, what if they missed it?’ Your face was still in his hands & you were looking at him so innocently as you said it, as if you weren’t expecting him to say what he was about to.

‘Maybe we should do it again & make sure this time.’

‘Yeah, can’t let Tony down.’

His lips were on yours again, this time it was a smashing against each other kiss, you exuded as much force as he did to meet each other’s mouth, you hand was holding on to the back of his neck & you didn’t miss the moan from Bucky when you tugged on his hair. Again, almost inappropriate but you walked a fine line before relenting to move away from each other when the waiter cleared his throat to take away your plates.

You were intoxicated in his arms, drunk on him without having a single drop to drink, you didn’t ever want your mouth to be parted from his, it was like he had a spell on you that you couldn’t break, not that you wanted to.

Your lips found his again, connecting less frantically than the last but combined with his hand sliding up the slit in your skirt & gripping your flesh you had to anchor yourself to the booth otherwise you would have ended up in his lap again, you needed to grind on him to relieve some of the tension building within you. It was the sweetest torture you had ever known.

For the rest of the meal you were in a cycle of kissing & courses, courses & kissing, finding any excuse to connect your lips, ‘the photographer might be in the bathroom’, ‘the pictures might be out of focus’, ‘the photographer might have had a phone call’. As soon as the words were uttered your lips would meet again sometimes frantically other times soft, eventually the course stopped coming & you were ushered out of the place both of you laughing at how eager they were for you to leave.

The pizza you ordered in the car met you at the tower, you heart soared when Bucky picked you up & twirled you in the air before paying for the food, despite you insisting it was just pizza Bucky adored you for the gesture.

You woke up surrounded by warmth, you had spent the rest of the night feeding each other pizza cuddled up together with Burtie it just felt right that he stayed over. You glanced over your shoulder at the Super Soldier wrapped around you, he was just so pretty when he slept never mind with a puppy nuzzled against him. You stupidly picked up your phone & noticed a text from Tony.

You lay back in your bed, engulfed in comfort & smiled to yourself at the sunflowers sat on your bedside table. Without thinking you snapped a picture & uploaded it. You didn’t care if you were both in denial if this was the result.

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