“Where are you headed?” Natasha asks from her usual spot in the Slytherin common room. She’s not even looking up from the copy of Witch Weekly she’s reading as Steve passes, and Steve will never stop being impressed with her for that skill. No wonder Professor Trelawney likes her so much.
“To the library,” Steve lies.
Natasha looks up for the first time. “You’re a terrible liar,” she says. “Go have fun mooning over the Hufflepuff keeper.”
“I’m not!” Steve huffs. “I just like to study on the Quidditch Pitch. It’s comfortable there.”
“Oh yes, very comfortable with the wind blowing and the players shouting and Bucky Barnes looking oh so handsome in his training robes.”
“I don’t even know who Bucky Barnes is,” Steve says. “Who’s that? I don’t even—”
“He’s been your potions partner for two years,” Natasha says. “You literally rode in the same train car on the way to school this year. He stopped by the table yesterday to—”
“I am going to the Quidditch Pitch because I need to ask Bucky a question about the Potions homework after he’s done with practice,” Steve says in a way he knows is convincing.
Natasha looks back to her magazine. “Sure,” she says. Feeling satisfied, he turns around just to have her say, “Rumor is that Bucky got a new uniform that he’ll be showing off today…”
Face red, Steve storms out of the common room, hearing Natasha call, “Make sure to report back on all of their moves!” as he goes.
— —
When practice ends, Bucky flies into the stands, new robes billowing out behind him, then hops off of his broom and into the stands next to Steve. “Hey,” he says.
“I’m not spying,” Steve says.
Bucky raises an eyebrow as he removes the goggles he likes to play in. “Okay,” he says, setting the goggles down next to his broom.
“I’m serious,” Steve says. “I’m not.”
“That’s just making me think you are, you know,” Bucky teases, plopping down next to Steve. “But you want to know how I know you’re not spying for Slytherin?” he asks.
“How?” Steve asks, knowing he’s a fish going to the bait.
“You don’t know what any of the plays are,” he says, grinning.
Rolling his eyes, Steve says, “And I’m also not here just to moon over you,” he says.
“Oh?” Bucky asks. “I mean, you are a pale blob hanging up in the skies and watching me.”
“It’s not mooning when the affection is mutual,” Steve says with a frown.
Bucky grins, then leans in for a kiss. He smells like sweat, his hair’s a mess, and his lips are chapped, but Steve still grins into their kiss just like it’s the first time.
“I think you were sunning,” Bucky says as he pulls away.
“Sunning?” Steve asks.
“The opposite of mooning. You still stare at someone from afar but you know that they’re staring at you back.”
“Oh, so that’s why you messed up that one play,” Steve says with a solemn nod.
Bucky pokes his side. “Asshole,” he says.
“Hufflepuff,” Steve shoots back.
Bucky grins and Steve can’t help it. He leans in for another kiss.
anonymous requested: Yo so i had an idea of like a supper fluffy drabble with Steve and Bucky where it’s super cold and the reader can’t fall asleep because she’s shivering too hard. And since the boys are supersoldiers they stay warm so they both get in bed with her to keep her warm and make a super soldier sandwich
additional notes: figured i’d fill a request while i have time on my hands. yall ever think about how cuddling with these two would be like? absolute heaven. gender-neutral reader in this one. enjoy!
You were pretty sure Steve and Bucky alike could hear you shivering.
The three of you were stuck in a safe house while a snowstorm raged outside. Of course the house was more like a cabin, and so now you lay on a mattress on the floor under layers of blankets, trying to focus on anything aside from how cold you were. You weren’t a mutant or enhanced; you’d earned your place with the Avengers through your above-average fighting skills and endurance. While you could level with super soldiers in the field, you had no serum to keep you protected from the cold.
“You okay over there, doll?” Bucky piped up from his own mattress.
“F-Fine,” you gritted out, curling into a tighter ball. “Just c-cold.”
Steve turned to look over at you with concern. “Do you need anything? We can share a bed—”
“N-No! I don’t wanna b-bother you,” you murmured, attempting to wrap the covers more firmly around you.
A minute of silence passed, punctuated with your chattering teeth, before Bucky sighed and stood up. “That’s it. Move over.”
If you had enough warmth in your cheeks, you would have blushed. You scooted over, allowing Bucky to slip under the covers behind you. He brought his own blanket with him, adding to the heat. Before you knew it, you were tucked under his arm, your back against his chest, his knees under yours. Now you fought to control your shivers and your nerves; you’d only dreamed of scenarios like this before.
“Steve, you get over here, too,” Bucky called out, his breath warm against the back of your neck. “You’re the human furnace.”
Soon you were snuggled up to not one but two super soldiers. This was the most secure you had ever felt, sandwiched between two of the sweetest, warmest, beefiest men you’d ever known. Steve lay down to your left, facing you, while Bucky spooned you from behind. You focused on how warm the both of them were instead of on other details, like how close Steve’s chest was to your face, or how Bucky felt soft and firm at the same time behind you. Steve draped an arm over your shoulder, while Bucky’s metal one lay over your hip.
“That better?” Steve asked. When you nodded vigorously, he smiled. In a moment of boldness, you hooked your leg over Steve’s thigh, drawing him closer to you. Bucky snorted behind you, amused at Steve’s startled look.
That was more like it.
You were on your way to a fitful, shiver-less sleep when Bucky yawned. “You know,” he rasped, his voice rough with fatigue, “it’s much easier to share heat without all the clothes in the way.”
“Not the time, Buck,” you sighed. You opened your eyes and saw Steve and Bucky share a look over your head.
Steve cleared his throat, shifting against you. “Will there be a time?”
You hummed into Steve’s chest, placing your hand over Bucky’s and interlacing your fingers with his. “Definitely.”
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