Avengers One-Shots
Story 1 - Stucky Fluff (Steve x Bucky)
Set in the aftermath of Civil War, before Bucky war put back into cryo
3rd Person POV
"Hey" Steve whispered. "How you doing?"
His hand snaked towards Bucky's, but the older man flinched away. "I'm fine, Steve. I don't know how many times I have to tell you."
The words came out clipped, possibly more harsh than they were meant to, but Bucky didn't try to fix it, and Steve didn't try to argue. The two heroes sat in silence, unbearably close but not touching, not looking at each other.
"I'm sorry," Steve whispered finally.
Bucky shifted on the bed so that he was facing his old friend. "Why are you apologizing?"
"I. . . don't know." Steve admitted. "But. . . are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"We're already here," Bucky said. "And this is for the best, right?"
"Is it, though?" Steve mused emptily. "They won't be able to find us here. We could stay. . ."
Bucky smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Not to be rude, but Wakanda isn't exactly my first choice of a vacation spot. What about Paris?"
Steve shook his head, a grin slowly creeping onto his face as well. "Too cliche, Buck. But as long as we're traveling the world, how about we go to the Husky Cafe?"
"The one in Thailand?" Bucky laughed. "It looks amazing."
"So let's go," Steve suggested, lacing his fingers through Bucky's, who didn't resist this time.
"Sure, and after that let's hide out in Japan," Bucky joked. "We can go to the Yunessun Spa Resort. They let you bathe in wine there. Or ramen broth."
"Sounds magical," Steve said, tracing small circles on Bucky's palm. "Well, not so much the ramen broth."
"And then," Bucky continued. "Since you don't want to go to Paris, we can go to Mont St. Michel instead."
The two men burst out laughing for a few moments, but Bucky's face changed quickly to an expression of sorrow.
"But we can't," Bucky whispered, looking into Steve's clear eyes.
"Maybe someday," Steve offered, leaning a little closer. "Let's just spend what time we have left together."
"Okay," Bucky whispered, leaning in and sliding his hand up to cup Steve's face.
Steve, taking initiative, pressed his lips gently against Bucky's. It was soft, sweet, light. Steve ran his hand through Bucky's shaggy hair in smooth strokes, kissing quietly in constant motion with each other.
They broke apart after a few moments, each smiling lightly. Bucky leaned back in to kiss Steve just below his jawline.
"Are we going to get through this?" Steve whispered, arching his neck ever so slightly.
"Of course," Bucky responded, grinning a little. "How many times do I have to tell you?"