Marvel/Actor Stories

Secretly Dating (B.B. Smut)

You and Bucky have started dating, but haven't told anyone. But last night you had a bad argument over something stupid and now you don't know where you stand.

Warnings: drinking, hangover, slight smut (nothing too crazy but sex described).

I wiped my tears as I sat on my window seat staring over the land as the sun came up. I couldn't even go to my friends about this, because they don't know about my relationship. As far as I've told them, Bucky and I are only friends.

Last night he came in here, and one stupid comment about him being a flirt turned into a huge fight. He went on about me not trusting him and 'thinking he would hurt me', not listening to me that it was a stupid joke. I begged him to calm down then he said I was crazy and insecure, which sent me into a melt down of my own.

I was up most of the night. I'm so mad we let it get like that between us. He and I agreed when we first started seeing each other that we wouldn't be ones to fight over stupid little things that we would talk things out.

We are supposed to still be in that 'this is new and exciting' and 'we're sneaking around it's exhilarating' phase. Not already fighting over nonsense.

By ten that night he still hadn't even looked my way, so I grabbed a bottle of tequila. I sat at the couch with a few others and we watched a movie. By the end I was pretty gone.

Clint came up as everyone started off on their own ways. "Hey, you okay, kid?"

I nodded, fumbling with my water Steve gave me before he walked off to go to bed. "I'm fine."

"Look, I know you guys are... like.. hiding it and all but if something happened between you and Bucky you can talk to me."

My jaw fell open. He was so sure in his assessment that there was no doubt in his mind he was right about my mood. I pretended to be clueless.

He just raised an eyebrow at me. "I've suspected it for a couple weeks. But today basically solidified it for me."

I scoffed, "Oh yeah? And how is that?"

He shrugged, "Little clues at first. I just sort of figured it out. And then today you both have avoided each other, which is uncommon. And you're sad and drank half a bottle of tequila."

I huffed and walked toward my room. "Okay. You got us. We have been dating just over a month. It's been great. Until last night it was so stupid. Now I have no idea where we stand."

He put an arm around my shoulders, "Well I think you're going to be standing over a toilet in the morning, emptying your guts and regretting that tequila."

I groaned, even drunk I knew he was correct.

"I'm serious, though. You can talk to me, kid. I hate the idea of you two not working out, especially over something you already admit was stupid."

He walked me to my room, "Drink more of that water, and get some rest. Okay, kid?" He asked with a smile.

I nodded, "Of course. Thank you, Clint."

He kissed the top of my head then he was off to his own room.

About five minutes later just as I was stumbling to get in bed there was a soft knock on my door. "Coming." I slurred out, trying hard to smoothly move my feet back across my little apartment to see who this was.

But when I opened it, there stood Bucky. I crossed my arms to pretend I was angry and not sad. He raised an eyebrow at me, looking me up and down. I was in his shirt and a pair of underwear.

"You always answer the door half dressed, love?" He teased, testing the water on how this was going to play out.

"What do you want?" I demanded, not feeding into his vibe.