| 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 |

| Jealous |

Nothing gets me quite like jealous Bucky, am I right?

Warning(s): established relationship, implied sexual activity, mentions of alcohol, angst.

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Bucky was a true softy around you. In the comfort of your shared home, he couldn't get his hands off of you in every sense of the phrase. Around the compound and in public, however, he was very intentional to keep public displays of affection to a minimum― probably to uphold his tough-guy guise. Bucky knew that anything between you two would be enough for Sam to use tease him. He would, however, sneak subtle touches when he'd pass you by in the gym or a hand settled on your thigh during mission briefings.

You certainly didn't complain. Bucky was intentional with your relationship. He cared about you and made sure you knew that. He did get possessive at times. Bucky would become jealous of anyone holding their gaze on you for too long or anyone trying to make a move. It made his blood boil, a twinge of insecurity rising that he couldn't be the man you wanted him to be.

You sat in front of the mirror as you touched up your makeup one last time before turning off the light in your shared bedroom and walking out. Tony was hosting one of his renowned Stark gala events and made it mandatory for the Avenger's team to be present. And while he and Bucky still have some undealt with history, Tony wanted you to be there and Bucky wouldn't let you go alone.

Bucky stood scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for you. You let out a low whistle, checking out your boyfriend in a fitted suit. "James Buchanan Barnes, you look very handsome this evening."

Bucky rolled his eyes, directing his eyes towards the floor. You walked and stopped in front of him, snaking your arms between his. You wrap your arms around his torso, looking up at him. "Oh, so you're the only one that gets to give compliments around here," you teased.

Bucky's cheeks were flushed, a small smile growing on his lips. He shook his head, meeting your gaze. His tongue darted out, licking his lips. "I'm just really grateful for you." Bucky placed his hands on your waist, his thumbs massaging circles into your hips. The space between your faces becoming less vast.

You smile, "We need to get going." You watch as Bucky's eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. He placed his human hand against your face, closing the gap between your faces. The kiss started innocently but grew heated quickly. You pull away, causing Bucky to groan after you.

You chuckled at his response, "I was serious. We need to go."

Bucky sighed and placed his head on your shoulder, "Fine."

You took his hand and practically dragged him towards the door. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave to pick up where we left off," you prompted.

Before you knew it, the supersoldier grabbed the keys and led you out the door, you roaring in laughter.

The gala was as glamorous as any other one of Tony's events. Everyone was well dressed and the music was loud but sophisticated. Bucky's arm around your waist tightened. You noticed his jaw was clenched as his eyes darted around the room full of people. You gently placed your hand on his cheek to not startle him. His eyes, once filled with anxiety, softened as they adjusted to your face.

"You alright?" You asked.

He nodded, planting a kiss on your temple. You took his hand and made your way towards the pool table. You were met with the familiar faces of Sam and Steve laughing at something the other had said.