kiss it better ☏ marvel oneshots

kiss ✩ b. barnes

for the few avengers left behind from a  mission, the most important question on their minds is not "will their team members and friends come home safe", but "who's the best kisser" - the only way to really find that out would be for one of the girls to judge, and with the rest of the female avengers gone, y/n is more than happy to do her duty as a friend and find out

this request makes my tummy feel funny in the beeeest possible way

and also YAY MORE SMUT PRACTICE LOL

SMUT WARNING (obviously lol)

You wring your hair out carefully, trying not too pull too hard in case it intensifies your dizziness, over the bathtub. All day you've done nothing but stress over the welfare of the most of your teammates - nearly a month ago now they all went to God knows where and haven't been able to communicate with the smattering of Avengers left behind. Usually the missions don't take this long, especially not with so many people, and the worry is starting to make you ill. Bucky recommended a bath to relax you, so you got a bath - you're yet to see whether it's done anything but at least your muscles aren't quite as tense anymore. You'll take this as a victory.

Your bare feet pad almost silently when you wander through hallways and offices on your way back to the library, where you plan to spend the rest of your night. Tony, before leaving, entrusted you personally with the key to his own private library so while he's gone, you're trying to stick as many notes into as many of his books as you can. Some of the books are too boring to cope with, so the notes are simply drawings of him ravishing you or vice versa (you know they'll make him laugh, he'll no doubt need it after this mission), but the ones you have managed to speed through contain mini reviews. Each one gets general comments, a favourite quote, a complaint and a rating out of ten. So far not a single one has surpassed six, and the one that got six was only because the movie version was even worse so you felt you had to give it a good rating. Tony will probably appreciate those too.

A candle is lit with a flame from your fingertips and placed carefully on the table beside the oldest, ugliest armchair in the room that you have claimed as your own. There are no windows into this room for as much possible privacy for whoever so happens to be using it but the candle allows you to see anything you need without ruining the ambience like the lightbulb would. You sip the half-empty glass of water you left here earlier before settling down with one of the thinner books in Tony's collection - the Great Gatsby. A classic, apparently. You'll be the judge of that.

Right as Daisy runs after Tom during dinner, a knock startles you out of your reading-trance. You glance at the door as though you'll be able to see through it (you can't) and ask who it is. The person on the other side asks if they can come in in return - only Bucky would be so stupid, so you tell him he can. He enters with a sheepish smirk.

"Hi, stranger," you say teasingly, closing the book over and putting it on the table, "How are you feeling?"

Bucky is wandering slowly around the bookshelves, drinking in the words on the spines. Nobody but you is allowed in here, but what Tony doesn't know won't hurt him. "I'm... I'm gonna cut the shit, y/n."

You grin at his suddenness and lean on the arm of the chair expectantly. Bucky's cheeks are slightly flushed and his eyes are full of excitement. He looks...

Well, he just looks really good.

"I'm only here because I need to ask you a favour."

"I'm not giving you Tony's phone number again, he'll ban me from the library." You say firmly. Bucky has a habit of involving you in his idiocy, mostly for the fun of having someone else run away from Olive Garden with their pockets full of bread too, but your connection to Tony often turns him into a victim of Bucky's stupidity. Last time you caved and told Bucky Tony's number, he told him there was a bomb in the building. When Tony asked who this was, Bucky asked if he wanted to know what kind of bomb. Reluctantly, he asked what kind of bomb. "A sex bomb, and it's you, you sexy minx." You still start laughing when you remember that, no matter the current circumstance.