Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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It's May and that means that the weather is warmer out and that also means that I am standing at my bed in a black bikini while packing some summer essentials after Tony is forcing us all to go to the beach today which I am not upset about and pretty exited but what I am angry about is that it is about nine in the fucking morning so I just woke up and took a shower despite the fact that I will be in there again to rinse the sand and ocean water off of my body and out of my hair but, I'm not focused about that one bit. My main focus today is to get a good tan but the only thing my mind can focus on is the golden light shining through my open curtains and the sleep in my muscles slowing down my movements of trying to get some things packed in my rope tote bag since taking an assassin's backpack to the beach is 'too weird'.

Thanks, Tony.

"Hell fucking no." Bucky sternly announces his presence behind me and I look over my shoulder to see him closing the door to our room. "You are not going to a fucking public beach wearing that shit." He shakes his head and walks over to me in a shirt and gym shorts

"Buck, come on." I sigh, not wanting to get into this. "I'm tired."

"You can be tired." He nods. "But, not you are wearing that." He motions to my black spaghetti top and matching bottoms

"It's not even that bad." I yawn and look down at my outfit

"Your bathing suit is only covering your nipples and pussy." He deadpans and I roll my eyes when I know it's not. "I can see your ass, Y/n. You're not wearing a thong to the beach where there are college boys there who don't control what they say." He crosses his arms still not budging

I really dislike this side of his forties personality.

"Usually, I wouldn't care what you wear because I can fight anyone who says anything, but I do not like men these days." Bucky goes on with his arms crossing over his chest. "They are rude, feral, disrespectful, and have no regard for women." He states sternly

"Fine." I throw my hands up. "I'll fucking change." I mutter and walk pass him to the closet. "I just wanted to get a fucking tan." I grumble

"Just cover your boobs and ass, please." He requests sweetly and pats my ass when I walk by him

I wave my hand down behind me to shoo his away after deciding to be petty only because I'm still tired as I burn my bathing suit in a blue flame that now leaves me naked and unbothered in the closet as I sort through all of the bathing suits I own until I come to one that may meet Bucky's appropriate standards. It's a navy blue spaghetti top and white bottoms that have navy blue tropical leaves flowing across the polyester. I magic the outfit to my body and reach up to pull a white cover up down that is just a white square piece of fabric that matches the bathing suit but I fold it in a triangle and tie it around my waist, fastening it on my right side so my tattoo is still visible through the open slit.

"Is this up to your standards?" I hold my arms open and give Bucky a passive aggressive twirl when I exit the closet

"Much better." Bucky nods with a smile

"Great." I drop my hands and roll my eyes while summoning a pair of black swim shorts for him. "Go fucking change." I throw the shorts at his chest and he catches them with a fabric shuffling noise under his light laughter

"You got an attitude, doll." He smirks and walks into the bathroom before stopping in the doorway for my response

"Only because I was woken up by a dick who wants to go at the beach and because my boyfriend won't let me get a tan." I explain harshly, now slamming towels and extra clothes in the tote bag

"I never said that, baby." He shakes his head with a sigh

"The bottom of my ass cheeks are hanging out of my bathing suit." I look at him. "That is gonna be a weird tan line and it's all your fault." I glare at him