Boys like Boys|| Peter Parker

.14.

June, 2016

Oliver half expected to be ambushed.

It was difficult to let go of the paranoia that was drilled into him from a young age. So, don't blame him if he had about three different throwing knives and a gun all hidden in his outfit.

"Bellamy" He called out into the empty parking lot they had decided to meet up in. 

Bucky was waiting. Of course he was. He promised.

Oliver had to work hard to keep his voice neutral, to not let his excitement show. Relief coursed through him, there was something calming about just seeing Bucky, something grounding.

"I'm pretty sure twelve year olds aren't allowed to drive"

Oliver had noticed Bucky's companions earlier, not really paying them any mind. One of them was an African American man, tall with a teasing look on his face. He recognized him as "The falcon" Seriously what the fuck is up with people having weird names? At least his non-super hero name was normal enough— Sam Wilson. 

The other man was Steve Rogers. Captain America. Taller than Bucky, with broad shoulders and short blond hair. He didn't look as friendly as Sam Wilson. Oliver had recognized Steve from every captain America themed item with his face plastered on it. If they were looking to lie low, they should have covered his face.

Oliver didn't like the way they were looking at him, underestimating him.

He didn't like them.

"Kid" Bucky breathed out. He didn't know where to start, there had been so much that had happened. He wanted to apologize, to catch up with Oliver, to explain what a mess he had gotten into. But he settled for 'kid'.

Oliver so desperately wanted to wrap his short arms around Bucky, but he couldn't. He had to make sure this was in fact Bucky and not like the Winter Soldier or some shit. Better safe than sorry.

Sam jumped almost three feet into the air when the knife soared out of the car from behind Oliver and stopped right in front of Bucky's throat. The long haired man didn't look as alarmed as the blond one though, if anything he looked impressed.

The last time Bucky had seen him, Oliver was struggling to do what he did now with ease, still maintaining eye contact with a frown deeper than Bucky's.

Steve took a step forward, a protective arm going towards Bucky.

Oliver was amused by the turmoil clearly going through his head. Oliver could see the worry, desperation and protectiveness.

Oliver shared a look with Bucky.

The older man sputtered incoherent sentences, "That's not— He doesn't— Oliver— I— Shut up" He wailed childishly.

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle. They both had seen from his body language, how much he cared for Bucky. Why would Oliver give up this chance to tease him?

"Er liebt mich als Freund, als Bruder", He loves me as a friend, as a brother. Bucky explained. They were in Germany, might as well speak in German so the other two didn't understand what they were saying.

"Brother zoned huh? Sucks to be you" Oliver had lowered his knife, it dropped into Bucky's hand. This was clearly Bucky, not the winter soldier.

"Remember the girl you flirted with in the store? The one who thought you were twelve years old?"

"Fuck off, she had a girlfriend. That's why I stopped"

It was easy, slipping back into old banter.

"Sure... what happened to—" Bucky changed his voice to slightly more high-pitched one, with a deep frown, mocking Oliver, "I'm going to die alone, I'm going to die a virgin?"