| 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 |

| Kiss the Stress Away |

A/N: oh snap, yes, I'm alive. Sorry I disappeared, just felt really uninspired to write, but here's a cute idea that I had, but poorly executed 😭

Warning(s): none.

Story note: pre-established relationship, during FATWS

You peaked your head around the doorway into one of the conference rooms within the compound. Bucky sat quietly at the long glass table, surrounded by folders and papers that have been scattered everywhere. He and Sam had been attempting to piece together evidence for hours and to no avail. You could tell it was getting to Bucky. Whenever he was stressed, the muscles in his forehead would contort in deep concentration.

Suddenly, Bucky chuckled gently, "Are you just going to keep staring at me or do you need something, doll?"

His laugh never failed to bring a smile to your face. You walked towards him, taking the open seat next to him. "I brought you something to drink. I thought that you two had been working so hard that you would need something."

Handing him the glass, Bucky grinned, "You're the best, [Y/N]." Bucky, then, planted a sweet kiss on your lips before taking a sip of his drink. He hummed at its taste.

"Where'd Sam disappear off to?" You asked, placing your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his. His hand found your knee, drawing small circles on your knee.

"Sam just went to get some fresh air. Clear his head, I guess."

You nodded. "And the investigation? Making any progress?"

Bucky sighed, "None. The Flagsmashers are untraceable. You'd think with all the attention they've gotten online that there would be some kind of trace, but nothing."

You watched as stress fell upon Bucky's features, his eyebrows furrowing further together. You tried your best to help them invetigate, but with your own missions assigned to you, it left you with very little time to help the dynamic duo at all. You never really knew what to say.

You did the only thing you could think of. You reached for the opposite side of his face, holding onto his cheek. You gently turned his head to fully face yours. Then, you placed a gentle kiss between his eyebrows, causing them to relax immediately.

Bucky's expression softened, "What was that for, doll?"

You carresed his cheek, your eyes scanning his face: "You're stressed, and you have every right to be. But you'll figure it out. I know you guys will."

Bucky squeezed your knee slightly and leaned in to give you a proper kiss. It was as warm and reassuring as your first. The sound of someone clearing their throat from behind you broke the intimate moment.

Bucky groaned when his eyes landed on the culprit. You turned around to see Sam with a cartoon-ish grin on his face.

"Really, Wilson?" Bucky scoffed. Sam chuckled as he made his way back into the room. 

"Is this what you do on your breaks, Barnes? Make out with your girlfriend?" Sam taunted. Bucky took his bottom lip between his teeth, clearly debating whether or not to start something.

"It's okay, Buck. Birdman is just jealous," you said with a wink, nudging Bucky's shoulder. Bucky's face lit up at your comeback, proud of his girl.

Sam laughed, "Yeah, whatever, [Y/N]. White Panther and I need to get back to work."

You nodded and stood up to leave. You gave Bucky one last peck on the lips before exiting the conference room. As you walked back towards your room, you felt your phone in your pocket vibrate. A text from Bucky lit up the screen causing a small smile to grace your face.

Sarge🖤: Thank you, doll. I'll see you later.