Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America. I make no profit from this. Captain America created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby.
Author's Note: When you're this obsessed with a character, you're going to multiship. It's a given. Here's my unnecessary and incredibly short contribution to the BuckyNat fandom.
"Did they teach you a murder strut or something?"
Bucky nearly chokes on his yogurt.
"What?"
"You know, when you're about to kill somebody, or try anyways. You always walk like it's fashion week."
Bucky and Natasha are sitting in a parking lot, in a car with tinted windows and a broken radio.
"When I was under the KGB, they taught us ballet. We were told to be ruthless in our kills, but also graceful. You're a little...bolder."
Natasha looks wistful and Bucky tries not to laugh because there's a bit of yogurt on her cheek.
"Maybe. I wouldn't know."
There's an unnecessarily large amount of bunched up napkins in the cupholder. And yet...
Bucky wipes Natasha's cheek with his thumb. Natasha says nothing and maintains a neutral expression, even when Bucky licks his thumb, though Bucky can tell she's looking.
"You think Clint's spying on us?"
"...Now you bring this up?"
"He was the last time we got froyo."
"Don't say that again."
Natasha giggles and Clint lowers his bow.