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I-9 b.b

Bucky Barnes
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Requested by QueenEmiliaTargaryen
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summary: Bucky and Y/n are in a mission where they have to act like a married couple. They're being watched and to not risk making the mission longer, there only solution is to make out.
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warning/tags: fluff, hot, makeout, etc.
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word count: 1,220

For dinner, I decided to order a pizza but I didn't know what he liked and I was not gonna barge into this privacy asking what his favorite toppings were.

I ordered a regular pepperoni pizza with hot wings, hoping that maybe he'll eat either one.

Bucky was quiet, very quiet. I almost wanted to force the words out of his mouth.

I didn't though because I remembered all he has gone through, his mind doesn't stop thinking and I don't blame him for that.

Although, I'm hoping it's because of that and not because he just despises me.

I took a deep breath and extended my hand out to knock on the wooden door.

"Um...bucky...I-uh...I ordered us a pizza."

There was no response, just the shuffling of feet under the door.

The wooden door opens revealing a shirtless Bucky Barnes. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and a towel wrapped on his neck, the ends dangling down his chest.

I parted my lips before pressing them together instantly. His blue eyes scanning my expression.

He nodded his head with a small smile, "I'll eat later but thank you."

My teeth bit the inside of my cheek trying to hold in the need to lick my lips.

"Okay, I'll leave you some."

He gently closed the door once I had walked away and I sunk on my chair. I tried to process what just had happened.

It wasn't the first time I've seen him half-naked, but it was the first that I've been that close.

During "one-to-one combat Friday", he and Steve would fight. One time, his shirt was drenched in sweat, so he ripped it off.

I had watched from across the room as his torso glowed from the sweat dripping down his stomach.

Tony was whistling as soon as Bucky took it off. It was hilarious.

After I finished the last slice of pizza I could tolerate, I headed into my room.

Laying down in silence, looking up at the ceiling with blank eyes.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, Natasha's name at the top of the screen.

Nat: You both need to make it look less like you hate each other and more that you love each other.

Y/n: I am trying. It's just really hard.

Nat: You're not trying hard enough, you're sleeping on the same bed, Steve's orders.

Y/n: that's funny Nat