"Photography Day"
"What's that they say about the camera loving you?" Sam said, poking Bucky. He swatted Sam's hand away.
"The idea didn't entirely suck," he admitted. "I still don't know many people who'd buy an amputee calendar. Cats and dogs and firemen I can understand…"
"Because you're gorgeous and we love you," Natasha said. "Especially Steve."
"Not as much as the camera, though," Steve said, smirking. Bucky glared at him. "Although I think it's not so much the camera as it is the cameraman."
They all looked over at Phil Coulson, the principal photographer of Stark Magazines. One of its publications was SHIELD, a monthly magazine about the armed forces, and Sam was a contributing editor. He'd come up with the idea of doing a calendar of people who'd lost limbs during their service. Bucky was still sceptical, but he'd agreed, especially after he met Phil. There was a man who could understand.
"It's for charity," Sam reminded him, and Bucky sighed. He looked away when Phil's head turned towards them, feeding the flames on his cheeks.
"Doesn't mean Bucky shouldn't get laid," Steve said. Natasha hid her smile behind her hand, and Bucky shoved Steve onto the floor.
This could seriously be the start of something much longer, I feel. Not that I'm necessarily the one to write it…
*HINT-HINT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO SHOULD BE CONTRIBUTING PHUCKY FAN FICTION!*
…Ehem. Please review!