Irrational

Chapter 19 - Confusion

“So what’s up Bucky?” you question, trying to keep your nerves at bay. Failing massively.

“Look, I know we had an arrangement and we’ve kept up with that arrangement for the past few years. But I-I-er wondered if you’d like to go out again?” he’s rubbing the back of his neck and you catch him trembling, this was making him nervous.

And for some reason, you loved having that affect on him.

“When you say “go out again?”, you don’t mean, literally recreating that time together?” you shyly ask.

Bucky’s head shoots up and he has a surprised look on his face and then starts backing away from you “no, no, no. Oh my god no! An actual date, just me and you away from all the comments and looks of everyone” Bucky explains, in an utter panic.

You stand and place your hands on his upper arms to steady him “Bucky, breathe. I didn’t think you meant that, but you know me. I’ve got to be sure. Don’t like assumptions” you chuckle out.

He gives you a genuine smile and dips his head, before looking back up at you through his thick, long lashes and his ocean blue eyes pierce through them at you, making you physically feel yourself melting.

“Is that a yes?” he asks so timidly, you barely recognised his voice.

“Of course it is, I’d love to” you say with a slightly shaky voice.

Although you had already had all of Bucky, multiple times, in multiple positions and each time was full of passion, dominance and need, you were still nervous to see Bucky Barnes the romantic.

If he even was one.

You give him a hug and he holds you tighter than normal, making you realise how much he needed to hear you say yes.

You both leave your room, talking about what you could. No awkwardness was in the air between you and it felt good.

It felt right.

You were laughing and joking as you always do and you didn’t see him. Until you crashed into him trying to get away from Bucky tickling you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Strange, I didn’t see you. Ar-are you okay?” you realise he is looking right through you, you might as well not be there.

Instead his eyes were set on Bucky and Bucky was returning the look, you had no clue what was going on.

Okay lie.

You knew exactly what was going on.

But Strange had been so hot and cold, giving you the most sensual moments together and throwing hints that he may have wanted you.

But Bucky vocalised it. He asked. He did something about it. Strange was out of order, even if you weren’t going on a date with Bucky, Bucky was still your friend.

You push Strange as hard as you can, making him stumble and causing them two to break eye contact.

Children.

“Bucky, do you mind giving us a minute? I’ll come find you in a second, we still have a date to plan” you wink and smile, so you didn’t alarm Bucky as to your time alone with Strange.

“Of course Y/N, shout me if you need me.” He kisses your temple – which he always did anyway – and gave Strange another set of daggers, before walking away.

You shove Strange into a nearby conference room and slam the door “What is your fucking problem Strange? You can’t come into this compound, talk down to me, disrespect my relationships with Peter and Tony, look down on Pietro like he’s nothing and THEN have the audacity to stare Bucky down like you fucking own me.”

Your screaming this at Strange, you’ve reached the point of anger, where you don’t give a shit who hears or what they have to say about it.

“You ever, and I mean, ever look at any of my friends or family like that again, you will be sorry. You hear me?” you’re pointing a finger in Strange’s face and he hasn’t given a single clue to what he is thinking.

“Good. Now if you’ll-“ you go to turn around and before you have the chance, Strange has grabbed your wrist pulled you up to him and grabbed your waist with his free hand.

You’re looking into his eyes and all you can see is heat, desire and pure lust.

It was hot.

“Strange” you utter out in a breathless whisper.

As you finish and before you have time to react, his lips are crashing on yours, in a deep, passionate kiss, that is dripping with desperation.

He wanted you, he needed you.

You feel him grip onto your hips, he pushes you against the wall of the conference room, so he could press himself against you and deepen the kiss.

As your bodies were pressed together, you felt him harden against your thigh.

That excited you, you wanted more. You wanted his reaction, you wanted him, you opened your mouth for him and immediately felt his tongue run across your bottom lip and then into your mouth, intertwining with your own. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, wandering through his hair.

He bites your bottom lip and pulls away resting his forehead against yours, both trying to catch your breath, both hot and sweaty from the intensity of moment.

He grins and delicately kisses you with his hands cupping your face “This is our little secret sweetheart, I’m not giving up to him that easy” he whispers against your lips, making all of your hair stand on end.

He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and leaves, leaving you stood against the conference room in a complete daze.

You couldn’t get enough of him, he turned you on, he excited you, he drove you crazy, he challenged you and he made you actually feel. Which is something you hadn’t done for a long time.

He was definitely under your skin.

Strange did own you and he knew it.

You both did.