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Word Count - 449
Told You So
Turning away from the window where he'd been admiring the skyline of New York, Bucky smiled when he glanced at Steve, only to find him staring at the sleeping genius. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, to see Steve watching Tony.
Hell, even without all of his memories, Bucky knew what a Steve-In-Love looked like, and he'd realised pretty soon after moving into the tower that Steve was well and truly head over heels for the excitable billionaire.
Even if he tried to pretend otherwise.
It was sweet, especially since Bucky would bet his favourite knife that Tony returned Steve's feelings in spades.
The problem, Bucky thought, was that they were both too insecure in themselves to realise that the other felt the same.
It was odd, to think of Tony Stark being insecure, but Bucky had quickly realised that the man the public knew was nothing at all like the man he was when he felt safe.
The tower was one of the few places Tony could be himself without fear of judgement, and the Avengers had quickly gotten to know the adorable mess that was Tony Stark.
They all adored him.
None as much as Steve though.
"You should tell him," Bucky said, grinning when Steve jumped and then blushed when he turned to look at Bucky. "It'll be good for both of you."
"I don't know what you're—"
"Don't try and kid me, Pal. I see the way you look at him, and I see the way he looks at you. You've both just got awful timing, 'cause you look at each other when the other is looking away."
"You're going senile in your old age," Steve replied flatly, and Bucky chuckled.
"You should tell him," he reiterated, patting Steve's shoulder. "I promise, it'll go well.
…
Bucky sat on the kitchen work top, throwing popcorn for Clint to catch in his mouth. Steve was standing by the coffee maker, watching them with an amused smile, even as he shook his head at their antics.
Tony stumbled in a few minutes later, and made a beeline straight for the coffee maker—and Steve. Steve intercepted him, with a gentle arm around his waist, and handed over a freshly poured cup.
"You're my favourite," Tony murmured, closing his eyes in pleasure as he took his first sip.
"You know, I don't know if he's talking to Steve or the coffee," Clint commented, laughing.
Tony opened his eyes and immediately narrowed them at the archer.
"Steve, obviously."
Steve blushed but smiled happily, and pressed a kiss to Tony's temple. When Bucky arched an eyebrow at him, his blush intensified.
"You, uh. Might have been right."
Bucky smiled. "Told you so."
Written for:
North - Snowman: Step 3 - 2. Pretend
East - Yuletide, Step 1 - 6. Insecure
South - Light the Menorah - 25. Sleeping
365. 316. Skyline