"Window Washing"
Natasha's raised eyebrow her opinion of Phil's obsession fascination with the man washing the window, but it's not like he could help it; the guy was a work of art, muscles obvious beneath the tight, cream-coloured shirt, and Phil tried so hard not to imagine that shirt getting soaked through, and licking a solid, wet chest… but it wasn't an obsession.
"If you asked him out, he would say yes," Natasha said, and Phil lowered his eyes, fiddling with his tie, "since I know for a fact that he wears those shirts just so you'll ogle him," which caused him to blush when Bucky caught him staring, and winked.
"Nonsense," he said, "not to mention all the complications that could bring," which he punctuated with a sigh when his co-worker left his office to clean the other side of the windowpane in his door, giving Phil an excellent view of his ass, damn him.
Another three-sentence fic. Couldn't help going for the cliché of office worker lusting after window washer, with the twist being that Bucky was cleaning his own window because he's weird like that.
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