"Ugh, come on," Wanda whined. "Tell me more!"

"I already told you everything! Twice!"

"There has to be something you're leaving out. You haven't stopped smiling all morning."

Gianna blushed. "It was a perfect night, I don't know what else you think there would be!"

Narrowing her eyes, Wanda regarded her friend as if trying to decide if she would pry further. "Hmm. Okay. Whatever you say."

Gianna rolled her eyes, laughing. "Can't you read minds? You know exactly what happened."

"I'm trying to cut back on that."

The night had been perfect, indeed.

Dinner was divine, the weather calm and the breeze cool. The entire date had been planned with such intention that it still made Gianna's head spin. From the decor to the dancing to the way Bucky looked at her, eyes lingering now that they weren't both tiptoeing around their feelings for one another.

They'd danced silently for nearly half of the album, an older set of songs that made Gianna feel like she was the star of a 1940's romance movie. When she'd lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes, she felt so many things flooding through her.

Adoration. Desire. Gratitude. Infatuation. Nervousness. An overwhelming and irrefutable urge to kiss him.

That's exactly what she did.

It was different from the night before. There was a mutual understanding that it would happen again, but the anticipation of when and how was dizzying. Her eyes met his, her thumb tracing his cheek before sliding around to the back of his head. Bucky's hand let go of hers as they stopped dancing. He moved slowly.

First, he tucked her hair behind her ears, both hands soft and synchronized. They slid from behind her ears down to her shoulders, fingertips sliding down her back and coming to rest on her hips. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath, shivering.

There was a moment where everything stood still. The world stopped turning and they both stood there, inches apart, drunk off of red wine and proximity.

And then it happened.

He leaned down and she rose up on tiptoes. Lips brushed together, lightly and slowly. It was unhurried, patient.

Last night's kiss had been the culmination of months of yearning, secret daydreams, suppressed urges. It was desperate, both of them acting as though it was a fleeting moment that they may never get back. Tonight, it was the opposite. It was slow and measured. It was understood that this would happen again, many, many times.

It all ran together in Gianna's memories. She didn't know how long they stood there, lips tenderly moving together. His hands were on her back, they were in her hair. Hers held his neck, his hands, tangled in the fabric of his shirt.

They laid on their backs on the dock, on a thick blanket that proved Bucky had spared no detail. She traced circles on his arm and he looked at her as though he was trying to commit every detail of her face to memory. The stars twinkled above them, somehow the least memorable part of the entire night.

At some point, she'd dozed off after laying there for so long. In a strangely full-circle moment, Bucky had carried her back to her room, with her only stirring as he set her down on the bed.

He leaned down to kiss her head.

"Bucky?"

"Shhh, you're in bed. Go back to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't go," She caught his hand before he slipped out the door.

"As much as I'd love to stay," He held her hand to his chest before releasing it onto the comforter. "I told you, we're doing this right."

"I miss you already." Her voice was groggy but her smile was warm.

"Sweet dreams."

"Umm, Earth to Hannah Montana?" Tony snapped his fingers in front of her face, jolting her back to the present. They stood on the balcony of their building, overlooking a very intense game of frisbee down below. Bucky had hurled the disc nearly a hundred yards when Vision dropped out of the sky to grab it.

"Yes, uh, sorry - what?"

"Are you down for another dysfunctional, slightly incestuous family game night?"

"Mmm, let me check my calendar. I've been pretty booked up these days."

"Funny," He chortled. "Let me ask, when you tell jokes around Darth Vader down there, does he laugh? Because in my experience, he's not exactly a comedy aficionado."

Gianna grinned. "It's all in the delivery."

"Yeah, okay. Note to self, be a hot blonde if I want to get a better reaction."

She rolled her eyes. "Something like that."

Later that night, they'd gathered around the common room, half a dozen pizza boxes strewn on the floor. This living room was smaller than the one in New York, it had fewer windows and felt more intimate, cozier. As was most common, the team was in varying degrees of loungewear. Sweatshirts, hoodies, and sweatpants seemed to be their preferred uniform.

"So, Bucky," Tony smirked, taking a nonchalant bite of his pizza, "Heard you and G had a little romantic rendezvous last night. Care to spill the salacious details?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a half-smile. "It was just a date, Stark. Nothing you haven't done before."

"There's not much I haven't done before, but that doesn't mean I don't like the post-game recap."

Natasha chimed in, eyes mischievous. "Now that you mention it, I don't remember hearing you two come back last night. Sam, did you hear anything?"

"You know what, that's a great point. I didn't hear a thing and you know I was up past midnight." Sam tapped his chin as if he were deep in thought.

Bucky feigned indifference, but the faint pink tint on his cheeks betrayed his emotions. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Gianna, sitting next to him, nudged his arm playfully. "Don't worry, Bucky. It's a good thing they didn't hear anything or they'd be complaining instead of giving us grief."

A chorus of groans and laughter filled the room. Bucky grinned at Gianna, thankful she was not only such a good sport with the team's constant teasing, but consistently able to diffuse the situation with a joke of her own. Tony clapped his hands over Peter's ears. "Have some class, you two. There are children present."

Peter, squirming away from Tony, interjected, "Did you guys hold hands? Share a dessert? Wait, did take spaghetti and end up reenacting that iconic Lady and the Tramp scene?"

Gianna burst into laughter, playfully nudging Bucky again. "I don't kiss and tell, but I can confirm we did not reenact any animated pasta-eating scenes."

Steve chimed in, giving Peter a pointed look. "Well, as long as you both had a good time, that's all that matters."

"Wait," Bucky raised an eyebrow. "How did you know we had spaghetti?"

"Uh, I-" Peter's eyes darted around the room as everyone suddenly became very interested in the pizza on their plates. "Lucky guess?"

Sam spoke up, coming to his rescue. "Come on man, you can't expect us not to snoop on your first date this century. That's just called being emotionally invested."

Wanda, ever the sweet one, added, "You two look great together. We're happy for you. Truly."

Bucky, caught off guard by the team's teasing but appreciating the camaraderie, finally cracked a smile. "Yeah, whatever, thanks everyone. Now, can we get to whatever dumbass game you have planned?"

An hour and a half later, they'd wrapped up a lively game of spoons, which resulted in a small crack in the hardwood from where Bucky had gotten a little too competitive against Sam for the win. Apparently that was a new record for fewest injuries during spoons, with Natasha claiming everyone was behaving themselves in front of Gianna.

"Okay, not that I don't love games made with kindergarteners in mind, but let's switch it up a little." Tony poured himself another drink. "FRIDAY, moderate a game of truth or dare. Let's call it PG-13. Maybe R-Rated. Find the balance."

"Yes, Mr. Stark. Who would you like to go first?"

"Let's go oldest to youngest." Tony winked at Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Barnes, truth or dare?"

Bucky looked at Gianna, annoyed and amused. "Uh, truth."

"Boring," Tony faked a yawn.

"Is it true that you once told Mr. Stark that a window was smashed during a training exercise when in reality you bet Mr. Parker that you could throw him through that window like, and I quote, a fastball up the middle?"

Bucky hung his head, suppressing a laugh. "It sounds like you already know the answer, FRIDAY." He glanced at Peter, who was looking at Tony wide-eyed. "Yes, it's true."

"Unbelievable. Absolutely no regard for other people's belongings." Tony turned to Peter. "You should have known better. I expected more from you."

"What, hey! He's older!" Peter protested.

"I don't care, if he told you to go jump off a bridge, would you do it? Don't answer that. You're grounded."

"Mr. Stark, I'm almost 21 -"

"Grounded."

The game continued around the table, going the opposite direction of where Gianna sat to Bucky's left. This round left them all laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Peter took a dare to chug an entire beer while spinning around and then attempt to walk in a straight line, which was fortunately performed on the balcony because he promptly threw it back up.

Steve played it safe by choosing truth, but immediately regretted it when FRIDAY asked him if it was true he'd looked up Natasha's old modeling photos within the past week. Judging by the way she looked at him when he admitted it was true, Nat didn't seem to mind at all.

Wanda chose truth as well, being asked to tell which of the group members she found most attractive. She sweetly answered Peter, who turned a shade of red they'd only ever seen on his suit, making Wanda giggle.

Vision was dared to let Wanda teach him a TikTok dance, which failed miserably. The attempts alone left everyone in tears of laughter.

Natasha had been dared to switch clothes with one other player, and to no one's surprise, she chose Steve. They'd emerged from Steve's room with Natasha looking cozier than ever in his crewneck and joggers, but Steve stuck in a very snug tank top and leggings that left shockingly little to the imagination.

Sam's dare was arguably the funniest, sending him on a mission to fly around the perimeter of the building and moon the poor agent who was on gate patrol that night. Fortunately, it was an agent they all knew well and had a good sense of humor. He'd flipped Sam off but laughed the whole time.

Tony had chosen truth, but when FRIDAY asked if he was the one who sent photos of himself looking especially muscular on his beach trip to Bora Bora to the press, he changed his answer to dare. As a result, he now had a small stick'n'poke tattoo on the top of his foot that read "Nat was here".

"Hey, it was your idea to play truth or dare." Nat shrugged, putting the lid back on the inkpot. "Plus, you only got dared because you pussied out of answering the question. As if we don't all already know."

"Yeah, fine, let's just hope this doesn't get infected or I'll be sending my hospital bill straight to you." He waved his hand at Natasha. "Alright, saved the best for last, our guest of honor."

Gianna sat up straighter, polishing off the rest of her drink.

"Ms. Cruz, truth or dare?"

She glanced at Bucky, biting her lip. "Dare."

"I dare you to remove two articles of clothing for the duration of the game."

Shrugging, Gianna grasped at the hem of her sweatshirt and lifted. She'd hardly gotten it three inches when a metal hand grabbed her wrist.

"No." Bucky spoke firmly.

A flutter went through her stomach at his possessive tone.

"Hey, that's just part of the -" Tony protested.

"No."

Natasha raised her eyebrows, glancing at Wanda. The air was thick with unspoken tension, Bucky's hand still on Gianna's wrist.

"Woo, man," Sam fanned himself. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"Okay fine, FRIDAY, let's have a do-over."

"Ms. Cruz, I dare you to kiss one other player of your choosing for no fewer than 30 seconds. The time will begin when you do."

"Ah, great." Tony rolled his eyes before pointing at Peter. "Kid, cover your eyes."

Grinning, Gianna pretended to carefully consider her options. She turned to Bucky, looking him up and down. "I suppose you'll do."

"I'm a team player." He smirked.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder as the group whistled and taunted. Climbing up on her knees, Gianna slid one leg over Bucky's lap so she was straddling him. "FRIDAY, start the clock."

She grabbed his face and greeted him with a steamy, open-mouthed kiss. He was letting her lead, but didn't back down. His hands gripped her thighs on either side of his waist. She tangled her hands in his hair, tilting his head back against the couch he'd been leaning on. Once again, she bit his lip and tugged before going back to the makeout. If she couldn't tell he liked it by the vice grip he had on her legs, she definitely could by the stirring she felt underneath her. She smiled into the kiss, hearing the team's whistles and cheers continue.

"Time!"

She slid her hand up his chest.

"Hey, time's up you ravenous animals." Tony called.

Bucky kissed her with more force.

"Come on," Sam tossed a pillow at them. "Get a room."

"Preferably not the one next to me," Steve joined in, tossing another one.

Bucky batted them away behind Gianna's back without breaking the kiss. When she couldn't hold her laughter back anymore, she pulled away, cascading into a fit of giggles as she toppled off of his lap and back to her spot on the floor next to him.

"Now that was an Oscar-winning performance if I've ever seen one." Nat winked at Gianna.

"You think so?" She giggled. "It felt a little under-rehearsed."

"I think we can fix that." Bucky put his arm around her, grinning.

"Alright, I think we better switch games before this turns into something pornographic. Who's down for charades?" Tony stood. "And for the love of God, Rogers, please put your own pants back on. I don't even want to know what I'm making eye contact with right now."

author's note: okay, so I've been writing everything pretty much one chapter for each day because I just love the fluff and the stage it's all in. BUT to move the story along, I probably need to do a few more little time jumps. is that what you'd want to read, or should I really drag it out with more fluff?! PLS LET ME KNOW AND I'LL DO IT