"Disobedience Day"
"Hey!" Bucky snapped at the others, and he pushed Phil into an armchair. Phil remained there, looking bemused. "It's not like he asks much of us. A little bit of paperwork and you bitch about it for days. Press conference, you complain for weeks. You miss both, and what does he do?" Phil opened his mouth, but Bucky swept on. "Doesn't moan about it. Just sighs, then goes and fixes everything you screwed up."
"Bucky," Phil admonished, but Bucky glared at him, and Phil fell silent.
"Y'know, it'd be good if you could just do what he asks for once," Bucky said. He crossed his arms. "Heard on the wireless that it's Disobedience Day. Maybe you should kinda reverse that?" The rest of the Avengers either looked at the floor on their hands. "Or show your appreciation?"
"Not National Show Your Appreciation Day," Phil said, and his lips twitched at the corners. Bucky rolled his eyes.
"Lemme start," he said.
Without another word, he straddled a surprised Phil, dragged him close by the lapels, and planted one on him. Phil grabbed Bucky by the upper arms, but he quickly gave up on pushing the man away, and settled for rubbing his hands up and down. Bucky settled in his lap, delving deeper with a low groan.
"Okay, we'll be back later!" Steve said, shepherding the others out of the room. "Just don't 'appreciate' each other all over the common area."
Bucky laughed as they ran off, and raised his head to catch his breath, peeking out of the corner of his eye. When the elevator doors were closed, Phil pushed Bucky from his lap, trying to ignore his smug little smile.
"What was all that in aid of?" he asked. Bucky shrugged casually.
"They don't appreciate you as much as I do," he said, "or they'd behave `emselves for you."
"Bucky—"
"An' if we're goin' with euphemisms here, then I'd like to be 'appreciating' you by the end-a this week."
Phil blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Well." Bucky kissed him again, less intense this time. "I'm not takin' you t' bed on the first date."
"Date?"
"Tonight. I'll pick you up from your room at seven. Hmm. Actually, make it six. More time I spend with you, the better. Okay?" Phil nodded, bewildered, and Bucky sauntered away.
Hey, the next chapter is also a special day fic! Huh. You can tell I got on a roll when I was working on these.