The Avengers frequently lose Bucky after he officially joins the team. He goes away for hours at a time and everyone just assumes it’s best not to bother him.
The thing is, the facility has a big kitchen and Bucky’s taken to hanging out in the facility’s huge, walk-in freezer. Weirdly, cold storage is his safe space. And because Bucky’s dealt with full-on cryo, the freezer is more like a spa than a fridge. It barely feels cold, and he can hang out for quite a while before it gets hard to breathe.
No one knows where he goes until one day Sam is getting a snack. And there’s Bucky, playing solitaire and eating ice cream sandwiches next to a bulk supply of frozen vegetables.
There’s an intensely awkward minute of silent confusion as they size each other up.
Sam goes to get Steve.
Steve steps into the fridge and takes in the sight of his best friend, slightly frosted, casually playing cards by himself. “What are you doing in here, Buck?” he asks.
Bucky plays another card and shrugs. “Just chillin’.”
Loki’s loves how compassionate you are. He seems to be a man run on hate and anger and yet you love him, and seem to balance him out so well, especially when his feelings of hatred are coming back.
Peter Quill
Peter loves that you listen and actually enjoy his stories. Of course some of them are over exaggerated just a bit, but you love them all the same.
Steve
Steve loves how open you can make him feel about things like sex. This man is from the 40′s and doesn’t know much and is pretty reserved when it comes to that subject, but he loves that you talk about it openly and make him feel comfortable.
Bucky
Bucky loves how you get excited for things and could talk for hours on end about the things you love. He will just listen the whole time your talking and loving how your eyes light up and how big your smile is.
Request:@winter-dew-soldier Hello,
dear favorite writer of mine. I would kindly like to request
LokiXReaderXBucky where it’s their first outing together, and the
reader is nervous about all the people staring then they both
reassure the reader by saying something along the lines of “They’re
only staring because we look so good together” or “let’s
give them something to stare at.”
“Why
the hell do people keep staring?” you scowled, tightening your
hands in your boyfriends’ grasps. “It’s as if people can’t
fucking love anything besides themselves anymore in this century”
“Calm down, princess.” Loki mumbled as he leaned over to you
as the three of you strolled through the streets,making your way to
Steve’s apartment. “Ignore them, it seems as though humans
get angered by ideals they cannot seem to understand.”
“Besides,” Bucky gleamed. “You got the best of both
worlds standing by your side right now. Fuck what other people think
about us, huh?”
I’m assuming you were asking about THIS headcanon…
Steve remembers he overheard that you wanted to get a skull tattoo of some sort. But you just couldn’t find a design or artist that you liked. “They’re too much or just too trashy!” You had complained with frustration. So Steve went to work and secretly started drawing one for you.
When he finally showed you his drawing, you almost cried because it was so perfect. You get it tattooed on your right forearm. You don’t even talk to the tattoo artist. Steve instructs him on exactly how it should look and where it should be on your body. When it’s finished, somehow it looks like you were literally born with it. It almost looks like half scar and half birthmark. You are absolutely obsessed with it. You kiss Steve when it’s finished because you think it’s so perfect.
However, when you two come home, Bucky is irritated that Steve got to draw you a tattoo.
“Buck, you don’t draw. And I know because I’ve tried to teach you about a dozen times.” Steve tried to argue and reason with him.
But Bucky just pouted for the whole night, like a baby.
Finally, you tried to compromise.
You brought Bucky to a different tattoo parlor. You handed him a gun and said, “Give me a tattoo.”
“W-What?” Bucky stuttered.
The tattoo artist had agreed to give Bucky a quick tutorial and then let him go on his own. Was it completely illegal? Yes. Was anyone going to try and arrest the Winter Soldier for illegal tattooing? You’d like to see them try.
Bucky is so floored that you trust him enough to put something on your body permanently. Especially when you know that he can’t draw if his life depended on it. So Bucky decided to write something instead.
On your other forearm, right on the bone, Bucky wrote his tattoo. It was a little sloppy. But it made his lines look more authentic.
When he was finished, you looked at your forearm to see, “Till the end of the line” written in Bucky’s handwriting.
Lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up.
“Bucky-”
The name is soft on your lips, testing the awareness of the man beside you. Soft gray light of early morning is enough to pull his features into focus. The sharp, angled jawline dotted with stubble. The soft pink lips, relaxed and slightly parted. The dark eyelashes dusting the tops of structured cheekbones. And the hair, long and black in the shadows, falling softly around his face.
There’s no other word for him than beautiful. He is so beautiful.
And so decidedly asleep.
His breath’s even and steady, fluttering the strands of hair that lie closest to his mouth. He’s peaceful. So calm and peaceful you almost feel bad for wanting to wake him.
Almost.
“Buck,” you whisper, louder than before as you slide a hand over the top of his arm.
Fingers drift up ridges of cool metal, and as you sidle closer to him, the rhythm of his breathing is disrupted by a long contented sigh.
You smile, press your fingers into the hard silver of his shoulder as you raise up slightly and touch your lips to his.
A mechanical twitch of fingers. A soft hum in the back of his throat.
“Hey. Sleeping Beauty. Time to wake up.”
And when your lips touch his again, Bucky’s very slightly press back. Metal fingers stir once more, reach out and light against your hip. He exhales, breathes along with it one solitary, groggy word.
“No.”
“No?”
“Mm mm. No,” but his lips are a little firmer on your own. They press a kiss to your mouth. Another. Then another. Lazy and sweet as his eyes remain resolutely closed.
“Bucky-” you groan, his name an objection as you attempt to move away from him. But his arm wraps around you, holds you there, pressing your chest flush against his own.
“You said you would,” you fuss, turning your head so those lazy kisses fall along your jaw.
He sighs a quiet chuckle through his nose, “Was smitten,” he murmurs, “Didn’t know what I was sayin’.”
“Oh please,” you scoff, worming in his grasp. It’s secure even in his sleepy state, and he shifts onto his back, carrying you with him in one easy motion. His hand holds strong against you, while the other, now free, drags down and over the curve of your backside, gripping the back of your thigh. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, flicks his tongue against your skin.
“Mmm,” he hums, it tickles against you, “you were wearin that dress. Can’t say no to you in that dress. “
And you smile despite your irritation. Because he isn’t lying.
Bucky’s favorite dress isn’t conventionally sexy. It isn’t short or tight or low cut or black. Bucky’s favorite dress is bottle green, with a high neck and skirt that flares whenever you twirl. It’s a dress that makes him want to dance, makes him want to spin you into the late hours of the night, makes him want to hold you close against him and whisper sweet everythings into your ear.
You’re beautiful in anything, Bucky says, but god he loves that dress.
You press your hands against his chest, push yourself up slightly so you can see his face, “If I put it back on will you wake up?”
His mouth curves into a smile. Sweet and sleepy, etching lines into his face, “Won’t know,” he murmurs, “Eyes are closed. Can’t see.”
“Bucky! C’mon. You promised we could watch the sun rise.”
“I already do,” he says, and finally he opens his eyes. Wintery blues peer into yours, and they’re so soft, so loving when he says, “Every morning when I watch you wake up.”
You drop your head onto his shoulder, nuzzle your own mouth against his neck as you slide hands along his torso, “You…are…” soft kisses press against his skin, and Bucky tilts his head to the side, giving you more access, “the biggest,” fingers pause against his side, and then you pinch him. Hard. “Jerk!”
“Ow!” He barks, squirming beneath you, “Hey-” and he’s laughing, struggling to catch your hands as you pinch him again, “I was being romantic!”
“You were being an ass,” you’re laughing, too, dancing away from him as he tries to catch hold of you, “an ass with really bad lines.”
“Quit. Stop that,” and then you’re on your back, and Bucky’s hovering over you, both hands caught firmly but gently between metal fingers.
“Okay. Okay,” he relents, “I’m up I’m up I’m up,” his smile is sweet and bright as he leans down to kiss you. And it’s longer than the others before it, sultry and needy and hot against your lips. Very quickly you’re putty beneath him. Lighthearted and weak at the knees. And when he pulls away, his eyes are mischievous. Like he knows all it would take would be one more kiss like that, and you wouldn’t give a damn if the sun ever rose again.
But he taps one, light and chaste, against your forehead instead.
“Jeez,” he grins, shifting off of you and releasing your hands, “you’re so mean.”
A/N: Another preference! This time, I think I got everyone. If I somehow missed your favorite, just ask and I will write one up for them 🙂
Request: Can i have a preference? How the avengers kiss you. Maybe could you add pietro and bucky as well?
Warnings: fluff 🙂
Thor: Thor likes to kiss you with lots of grandeur, walking up to you, capturing your face in both of his hands as he presses his lips to yours, running his thumbs along your cheekbones and proclaiming his love for you in that deep, booming voice of his. It always makes you roll your eyes and smile, because you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Wanda/Scarlet Witch: You and Wanda communicate a lot through her powers (she reads your mind and speaks directly into your thoughts, most of the time), so when she actually takes the time to stop and physically kiss you, it means a lot. It’s usually a very soft, sweet press of her lips on your way to sleep, or right before one of you leaves for a mission.
Pietro/Quicksilver: Pietro’s kisses are quick (of course) and often. He kisses your cheek as he dashes by you, always way too impatient to walk at a normal pace, and every now and then he will appear out of nowhere to literally sweep you off your feet and kiss you passionately before setting you back down and dashing off again, leaving you a tiny bit frazzled as you stare after him.
Bucky/Winter Soldier: You and Bucky are almost always connected in some way, because you keep him calm and connected to reality. Whenever he begins to feel himself fading, he grabs you and presses his lips to yours for however long it takes, no matter what you were doing at that moment. It irritates Tony, but Steve doesn’t mind, because he loves seeing Bucky happy.
Steve/Captain America: For someone who is such a gentleman, Steve is very heavy-handed with PDA. He kisses you whenever he gets the urge to, no matter who you’re in front of. Often, the two of you forget that there are people around, which leads to a lot of cleared throats and comments about the sex drives of senior citizens.
Natasha/Black Widow: Nat doesn’t like to kiss you much in public, because she doesn’t want someone to find out about your relationship and use you against her. So when same-sex marriage becomes legalized, you weren’t expecting for her to sweep you into her arms and kiss you right there, on the streets in front of everyone. After that point, she becomes a little more relaxed, kissing you quickly as you part ways in the streets every morning.
Clint/Hawkeye: Clint isn’t really one for kissing all the time. He likes to save it for special moments, like when he asks you to marry him. The two of you don’t kiss often, but when you do, it leaves you breathless for some time after.
Tony/Iron Man: Despite Tony’s reputation as a playboy, he’s a sucker for cuddles and sleepy kisses. He lives for those moments right before you fall asleep, with his arms wrapped around you and your eyes drifting shut, and he loves kissing you softly as you fall asleep, making sure you know how much he loves you.
Bruce/Hulk: Bruce is surprisingly clingy, constantly pressing soft kisses into your hair, your forehead, your cheek, your neck. When he does kiss your lips, he does so gently, holding you as if you may break if he loses control even for a split second.
Omigod I lost it at caps. In my head, someone, Clint probably, clears his throat and says something along the lines of ‘Jeez, careful (y/n), you could give him a seizure.’
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