Peter Parker one-shots

Caught at Midnight [WS]

The soft glow of the moon streamed through the window, casting a silvery light across the small kitchen. The clock on the wall chimed midnight, and the only sound was the crackle of the old record player in the corner. The warm, nostalgic melodies of a 1940s jazz tune filled the air, wrapping around Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker like a cozy blanket.

Bucky stood with one hand resting gently on the small of Peter's back, the other clasped tightly around Peter's hand. Peter looked up at him, his brown eyes sparkling with joy, a smile playing on his lips. The two of them swayed slowly, lost in the music and the moment.

"Can you believe it's already midnight?" Peter murmured, leaning into Bucky's embrace. The heat from their bodies contrasted with the cool winter air seeping through the slightly cracked window.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Bucky replied, his voice low and smooth. He felt a warmth spreading in his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was as if the weight of his past faded away, leaving only the sweet sound of their laughter and music.

As they danced, Bucky couldn't help but admire Peter. The way the moonlight illuminated his features made him look ethereal, almost otherworldly. His dark hair tousled perfectly, and the soft fabric of his sweater hugged his frame just right. Bucky's heart swelled with affection.

"What's got you so lost in thought?" Peter asked, breaking Bucky's reverie.

"Just thinking how lucky I am," Bucky admitted, pulling Peter closer. "You're a bright spot in my life, you know that?"

Peter blushed, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Well, I'm just as lucky to have you, Bucky. You're amazing."

Bucky chuckled softly, but Peter's sincerity made his heart race. He leaned down, resting his forehead against Peter's. The music swirled around them, creating an intimate cocoon.

With a playful smirk, Peter twirled away, their hands still connected by the fingers. He spun back, his laughter ringing like bells in the quiet kitchen. "Come on, you've gotta try to keep up!"

Bucky chuckled, an effortless smile spreading across his face. He followed Peter's lead, his strong arms guiding them into a quick-paced, playful dance. They moved in sync, their bodies entwined with the rhythm of the music. The moment felt timeless, an escape from reality.

After a few spins, Peter stumbled slightly, and Bucky caught him, his grip firm yet gentle. Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, everything around them faded. The world outside disappeared; it was just the two of them, tangled in an enchanting bubble.

"See? Even I can be graceful sometimes," Peter teased, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Graceful? More like a charming mess," Bucky teased back, his heart fluttering as he looked at Peter. "But I wouldn't change a thing about you."

With a sudden surge of confidence, Peter took the lead again, guiding them back into a slow dance. They melted into each other, the music carrying them along. The warm scent of cookies baking earlier still lingered in the air, and Bucky couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple, beautiful moments.

As the last notes of the song faded, they stood still, arms wrapped around each other, breathing in the intimacy of the night. Peter rested his head against Bucky's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to Peter's hair, a silent promise that he would always be there.

"Let's do this more often," Peter whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Definitely," Bucky replied, pulling back slightly to look into Peter's eyes. "I'll hold you to that."

The music swelled again, filling the kitchen with its sweet, nostalgic sound, as Bucky and Peter continued to sway in each other's arms. The warmth of their connection wrapped around them like a soft blanket, their laughter mingling with the music, creating a cocoon of intimacy. It was a world that felt perfect-until a sudden rustling noise broke through their moment.

Bucky and Peter paused, their eyes darting toward the ceiling. There was a creak, and then the unmistakable sound of something-or someone-scrambling through the vents. Bucky instinctively tightened his hold on Peter, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Did you hear that?" Peter whispered, concern creeping into his voice.

Before Bucky could answer, the vent cover suddenly popped open, and a figure dropped down onto the kitchen floor with a thud. Clint Barton landed with an almost acrobatic grace, brushing his hands off as he looked at the two of them with a smirk.

"Well, well, well. Look what I found in the middle of a late-night kitchen rave," Clint said, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in mock surprise.

Bucky's heart raced, not from fear, but from an impending sense of awkwardness. "Clint, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

"Oh, you know, just doing some late-night reconnaissance. It's not every day you catch two of the team dancing in the kitchen like a couple of lovesick teenagers," Clint replied, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Peter's face flushed a deep red, and he tried to step away from Bucky, but Bucky held him firm. "This isn't what it looks like," Peter stammered, glancing between Bucky and Clint.

"Really? Because it looks a lot like a romantic midnight dance," Clint shot back, his teasing demeanor fading into something more serious. "You two are dating, aren't you?"

Bucky exchanged a quick glance with Peter, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. They had meant to tell the team, to let them know about their relationship, but the right moment just hadn't presented itself.

"Uh... well..." Bucky started, trying to find the right words.

"Yup!" Peter blurted out, and Bucky shot him a startled look. "I mean, yes. We are dating. It's just-"

"Surprise!" Clint interrupted, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Honestly, I'm not even mad. Just surprised it took you two this long. You're like an open secret."

Bucky felt a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over him. "You're not going to tell the others, are you?"

"Relax, I won't blow your cover," Clint said, his tone softening. "But seriously, you guys should have told us. We're a team, remember? We're supposed to support each other, not hide in the shadows... or the vents."

Peter laughed nervously, glancing at Bucky. "I guess we just didn't know how everyone would react."

Clint shrugged, the teasing grin returning to his face. "Probably better than you think. Just wait until Tony finds out. He's going to be insufferable with all the 'I knew it' comments."

Bucky chuckled, finally feeling the tension ease. "Yeah, that's going to be a blast."

Peter squeezed Bucky's hand, a smile breaking through his earlier embarrassment. "Thanks for not freaking out, Clint."

"Hey, I'm just here for the popcorn and the drama," Clint replied, gesturing to the empty kitchen. "Besides, it's nice to see you two happy. Just be careful with the whole 'secret relationship' thing. I mean, you're sharing a kitchen. It's bound to get out eventually."

"Good point," Bucky agreed, glancing at Peter. "So, what now?"

Clint leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. "Now? I say you two finish your dance. I'll keep watch for any more eavesdroppers, and then we can talk about making this official with the rest of the team."

Bucky looked at Peter, and their eyes sparkled with excitement and relief. "Okay," Peter said, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Let's dance."

With Clint keeping watch, Bucky and Peter returned to their embrace, the music resuming its sweet serenade. As they swayed to the rhythm, the warmth of their connection filled the kitchen again, and the world outside faded away.

Clint watched them with a soft smile, feeling a sense of warmth himself. Even in the chaos of their lives, moments like these reminded him of the bonds they shared. Maybe being part of a team meant embracing love in all its forms, and tonight, everything felt just right