A/N: Having loud friends can make it difficult to be subtle but maybe, just occasionally that's not a bad thing…
Thor's booming laugh drowned out the light chuckles Sam and I were producing. The three of us were sat around the dining table in the tower's kitchen, sharing a mountain of assorted Poptarts from Thor's private stash and cracking jokes as per usual. I reached for another Poptart and crammed it into my mouth in one go, struggling to chew around the awkward rectangle. Sam ogled me for a moment before bursting out in laughter again.
"Blimey, (Y/N), I'd say you've bitten off more than you can chew- but you didn't bite anything!" He exclaimed "How did you even do that? Why did you do that?"
I coughed slightly as I finally managed to force down the last bit of sweet toasty goodness and flashed Sam and Thor a shit eating grin.
"Lady (Y/N)!" Thor thundered "I am certain I have only ever seen Loki look so mischievous after an act! What have you accomplished by nearly choking on a Poptart?"
I smirked and gestured to the plate full of strawberry and blueberry Poptarts; wiping a smear of chocolate from the corner of my mouth before elaborating.
"I may or may not have just eaten the last Cookies 'n' Cream Poptart and didn't want you two to stop me." Their reactions were priceless, the both of them making outraged double takes to the plate on the table between us, and my smug face.
"Well that's just rude." Sam muttered.
Thor was dejectedly sifting through the pile of sweet treats, any hope of finding a chocolatey, vanilla topped oblong slowly fading from his eyes.
"There, there Thor," I patted his hand condescendingly, "I'll buy you another box o-" I started to sputter and cough, cutting off my own patronising spiel. Sam patted my back uncertainly when I finally heaved in a wheezy breath, fanning my red face to try and cool it down.
"Are you alright (Y/N)?" Sam questioned, "I didn't see you stuff down another Poptart, what were you coughing for?" Both Sam and Thor frowned and followed my eye line as my gaze shifted to the cause of my distress; they both saw the shirtless back of Bucky Barnes retreating from the kitchen with a plate of sandwiches and a can of Cola. A devilish smirk spread over Sam's face and he reached over to push my open mouth closed. I swatted him off and tutted, frowning at him and sticking my tongue out childishly. Thor furrowed his heavy brow in confusion, failing to understand my reaction to the Winter Soldier.
"Does he scare you Lady (Y/N)?" He pondered "Because you need not worry about Sergeant Barnes! He is a fine man and a great warrior! And you could defeat him in combat anyway!" I couldn't help smiling and shaking my head at Thor's misinterpretation. I opened my mouth to explain that I was not, in fact, scared of Bucky but Sam and his big mouth had to butt in first.
"Oh Thor, she sure could win against him in combat as you put it," He turned to me, an impish gleam in his eyes, "That is, if she could take her eyes off of his abs or arms long enough to land a punch." My jaw dropped in indignation and I shoved his shoulder forcefully. The smug bastard caught himself before he slid off of his chair and he laughed at me! Thor's frown deepened further still,
"But, lady (Y/N)! I do not understand why his muscl – OH!" Thor's brow lifted in realisation and he laughed heartily at his comprehension "THE LADY (Y/N) HAS GROWN FOND OF THE SOLDIER OF WINTER!" He roared happily, grinning unassumingly at me for conformation. I froze and blushed bright red all the way to the tips of my ears.
"Thor!" I hissed "Volume, please! Did you want the whole city to know?" Thor bowed his head in apology and I rolled my eyes good naturedly, "Oh don't worry about it blondie- I'm sure it'll be fine…"
"Are you positive about that?" Sam queried and I turned to him confused,
"Yeah, it's not like anyone else really would have heard- he wasn't actually loud enough for the city to hea-" Sam leant over slightly to give me a clear view of the doorway behind him and my eyes widened in shock.
Stood, frozen, in the doorway with an empty plate and blinking somewhat stupidly was the cold Adonis of my fantasies. I gulped and my face flushed again as Bucky took a timid step into the room and placed the plate down with a clatter in the sink. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, despite the awkwardness I could sense between us and I barely heard Sam clear his throat and make an excuse to flee the kitchen with Thor trailing behind him.
"Traitor." I muttered under my breath. I was finally able to tear my eyes from Bucky's toned body but the flow of images my brain created while thinking about his low slung sweatpants didn't cease when I stared at the woodgrain of the table.
"Hey doll," The chair opposite me made a noise of protest when Bucky pulled it out to sit down, "Um, doll? (Y/N)?" I looked up reluctantly, locking gazes with his icy blue eyes and nearly turning into a puddle right there and then.
"How- how much of that did you hear exactly?" I whispered quietly and bit my lip. He seemed to supress a scoff and grinned boyishly at me; I felt my stomach flutter excitedly regardless of the situation.
"Sweetheart, you do know that Thor is very loud…" He reached for me but I shied away in embarrassment, "And, I have enhanced hearing. I um, also didn't exactly um, go very far." At this I looked up. What did he mean, he didn't go very far?
"What?" I asked stupidly. This time it was Bucky's turn to blush and he shrugged.
"Well, doll, I kinda couldn't help noticing ya staring at me and well," He brought his metal hand up to rub at the back of his neck, "I got a bit hopeful that maybe ya weren't staring cause I offended your eyes…" He huffed out a self-conscious laugh. I opened and closed my mouth again when I couldn't think of what to say. Bucky's eyes snapped to mine again and I saw anxiety and disappointment chase their way across his face.
"I um, I'm sorry- I should have realised that Sam and Thor were joking," he tried to backtrack, "I'll go, I should never have expected you to like be back I'll just… go." The chair screeched and he stood hurriedly in an attempt to vacate the kitchen.
"No!" I jumped up "No, don't leave. I- I do like you… I lot, I just never imagined that you liked me back- I mean look at you! You're more of a god than Thor." Bucky blinked and in a flash he was stood in front of me, his huge, muscled frame towering over me. His flesh hand grazed gently against my hip gingerly and I placed my hands flat on his glorious chest. I ran my hands up and over his shoulders and down his arms, stopping at his metal hand so that I could pick it up and place it on my other hip. The contrast of temperatures made me shiver and I bit down on my lip again when Bucky gently squeezed the curve of my waist.
"You're amazing," Bucky muttered, his warm breath ghosting over my face and neck as he dipped his head into the crook above my shoulder. He grazed his lips back up my neck and I gasped at the light contact. "Doll, what d'ya say, be my best girl?" He lightly pecked the very corner of my mouth and my knees wobbled precariously. Gripping his shoulders tighter to hold myself up, I replied shakily,
"Yes, god yes! Now please, kiss me before I melt!" He grinned like I never knew he could- his nose scrunching up and his eyes crinkling handsomely before her leaned down and captured my lips with his in a gentle kiss. His mouth was slightly chapped yet moved tenderly against mine as the kiss grew more passionate. His tongue peeked out and caressed my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I graciously granted him access and his tongue stroked at mine softly. His hands slid down my body to the backs of my thighs and he hoisted me up onto him with a sexy grunt; all without breaking the kiss.
We eventually broke for air and I rested my forehead against his, our desperate gasps mingling between us.
"Bedroom," I commanded breathlessly and Bucky tightened his grip under my bottom, carrying me easily out of the kitchen and towards the elevator. Being Bucky's 'Best Girl' was better than I ever could have imagined and I made a mental note as I drifted off in his arms to thank my loud mouth friends for admitting my feelings for me.