pov- imagines

TALK- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of other avengers like tony stark, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, etc.
warnings: suggestive content, making out
about: y/n and bucky come up with a code.
a/n: i came up with this due to a completely unrelated scene in pll

the code was never officially set up. the first time he said it and dragged you out of the room, you genuinely believed you'd be discussing something serious in the confines of the quinjet closet. you had crossed your arms as you waited for him to shut the door, barely able to look up at him and open your mouth to start talking before his lips crashed onto yours. "bucky-" you had mumbled through his lips, reciprocating anyway while your eyes fluttered closed because the taste of him was so purely addicting. "i thought you-" his arms looped around your waist to pull you closer, making a smile pull on your lips while you kissed him back, "needed to talk-" your words were cut off by a squeak when he pushed you against the wall, "to me."

bucky pulled away from you to catch his breath, dropping his forehead against yours, his deep breathing filling the small space you were both occupying. "you just looked so pretty, doll," he explained, his hand rubbing circles into your arm, "i had to get you alone somehow."

you laughed breathily, reaching your hand out to caress the side of his face and kissing his nose. "so naughty," you teased, "pretending like you need to talk to me just so you have an excuse to make out with me." bucky shrugged, chasing your lips again with his, "can you blame me? look at ya, doll."

you chuckled before tilting your head at him and tangling your fingers together, "okay," you decided, "if either of us needs to be with the other for a little while, we'll say we need to talk and sneak away. deal?" you offered, grinning when he nodded and kissed you again.

-

the next time is after a stressful mission, when most of the avengers sit in the jet, dirty and each angry at the other for mistakes and stupid things done wrong during the mission. you and bucky are seated across from each other, silent and itching to be closer together. there's another argument beginning between steve and tony, and bucky cuts in after noticing the anxious bounce of your leg, "y/n, i need to talk to you," he says tensely, making all eyes land on him, "in private," he clarifies, and you nod before letting him pull you up by your wrist, dragging you to the bathroom.

the moment you get in, you expect it, but the butterflies come anyways when his lips smash onto yours, hands touching every part of you they can and completely disregarding how dirty you are from the past events of the mission. your face is littered with small cuts and stained with blood, but it doesn't stop his flesh fingers from running along your jawline, and the mixture of blood and dirt on his own face is completely unimportant to you when your hands pull him closer.

"hmm, how do you still look so good after all of that?" he hums against you, repeatedly pressing kisses to your mouth while you giggle. "i could ask you the same thing," you mumble in response, gasping lightly when one of his wandering hands collides with something loudly.

a knock interrupts his affection a minute later, making him pause, his face hovering above yours. "is everything okay in there?" natasha's voice asks through the door, and you push bucky off you gently, trying to straighten you both up, "uh-" you clear your throat, "yeah, yeah, everything's fine!" you assure, reaching out to fix bucky's crooked collar, cocking your head in warning, although a smile grows on your lips, when he presses a kiss to your hand.

"alright, well, we're landing in an hour, and tony and steve stopped arguing. you've been in there for a while."

you cringe, squeezing bucky's hand once more before nodding at him, trying to seem a lot more composed than you were.

you weren't sure how a trained assassin and geniuses or enhanced individuals didn't notice how your hair was a little more mussed up, and how bucky's mood was considerably lighter after "talking to you" than before.

-

you were the one to give the code later, during a meeting where steve was trying to explain the logistics of a mission but couldn't because everyone kept interrupting him to poke fun at his expense. bucky had his hair tied back in a bun you'd seen him make in the morning, a crooked smile on his face while he showed it off to you proudly. you hadn't gotten the chance to tell him exactly how much you liked it, and, paired with the leather jacket he was wearing and the tight black jeans and shirt, your fingers were tingling to touch him.

bucky had just cut steve off for the third time to make fun of him, metal plates along his arm moving softly, making you swallow. "bucky. i need to talk to you in private," you told him, ignoring the exasperated look steve was sending you and trying to make your voice as stern as possible. "uh, yeah, of course," bucky nods, standing up. "we'll be right back," you excuse, sending a not-so-genuinely-apologetic look to steve and leading bucky out of the conference room. you can't even wait until you both can sneak into a storage closet before you connect your lips, hand splayed on his chest as his own cup your cheek. "what's gotten into you?" he questions, smirk playing on his lips while you peck them. "i like this whole look," you inform him, fingers sneaking into his hair. "you know we could get caught?" he queries. you hum, continuing to kiss him, "we'll just tell them the truth: that it's your fault for looking so good."

your ears catch movement in the conference room and you begrudgingly pull away from your boyfriend, the pads of your fingers rubbing at his kiss bitten lips in an effort to scrub the evidence of your own away. you hurriedly tell him to fix his hair while you smooth your shirt, other hand tucking away his loose strands behind his ear. you're barely composed the second the door opens. "capsicle needs you both inside," tony says, pausing and eyeing you both. you clear your throat and nod stiffly, walking back into the room with bucky at your tail. "what happened to telling them the truth?" he teases quietly enough for only you to hear.

you roll your eyes, your face heating.

-

bucky has been staring at you for the past half hour of the movie you and the rest of the avengers are watching. you can practically hear the words before they come out of his mouth, but your eyes remain glued on the screen, eyes nearly watering at the animated scene in front of you.

"y/n, i need to talk to you, alone," he finally voices, and you force your eyes away from the screen enough to nod, avoiding the eyes of the rest of the avengers. you can hear sam's quiet whisper of 'ooh, someone's in trouble,' but choose to pretend you don't as you leave the popcorn with wanda. "be right back," you mumble, trailing behind bucky.

you're in the kitchen this time, and his arms circle around your waist in no time, pulling you impossibly closer and slamming his lips against yours the moment he's able to. humming, you wind your arms around his neck, fingers gently toying with the soft hair at the nape of his neck as his own vibranium ones rub circles into the skin of your waist. you squeak when he squeezes your hip, pushing you towards the counter until you are practically hanging off of his neck because of your wobbly knees.

neither of you hear when someone comes inside the kitchen, eyes on the floor while he begins talking, "hey you guys-" he cuts himself off when he notices the scene in front of him, grimacing. "oh," sam realizes, before wrinkling his nose in distaste, "man, don't do this in the kitchen, we make food here!" he complains, looking away while bucky puts you down, your eyes fluttering and lips swollen, hands wrapped around the counter.

"sorry," you lie pathetically, still a little dizzy while bucky shoots a look at you and smirks. sam gags.