fugue // stucky

19. Stuttering

"Steve, not now," Tony butts in, putting a hand in front of me. I feel guilty and move it, standing up.

"Not now? Who are you to tell me when? He's not your best friend!" He shouts and grabs my wrist, yanking me back to the elevator.

"Steve," I say sternly and try to tug my arm back but he's got a vice-like grip. He faces me, his eyes wild and dangerous. I shrink back in fear and his features soften.

"Buck, I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay. Let me go."

He does, then runs his hand through his hair. Everyone is slowly motioning themselves. I look back to him and he almost growls.

"Steve, I'm sorry, I couldn't find you so I came up here."

"Never again. Do you hear me? Never again," he says lowly and I nod.

"What happened?" He's cooled down.

"Nothing," I lie and he brushes past me, strutting towards the hull of people.

"Steve," I mutter sharply, but he's already there. Damn his long.. nice legs..

Focus.

I trail slowly, behind him and tug on his sleeve, "Steve," I squeak, "can we go?"

He ignores me and sets his jaw, which is tauntingly inviting me to bite it. I shake my head and focus on his eyes. He's mad. Really mad. I remember seeing this look back in the 1920s when he was running his mouth and about to fight- more so get punched and beaten until I came along. He's rambling on and the people in front of me don't look concerned.

"What happened? So help me God-"

"Calm down, it was nothing," I mutter, still standing behind him.

"Bucky," he says softly and I can only barely hear it. I hang my head and sigh.

"Clint and Buck got in a tousle," Stark says slowly, walking over to Steve, "wasn't anything bad," he's trying to remain calm so Steve will too.

"Wasn't bad? My boyfriend has a bruise of plum on his cheek!" He shouts in Tony's face, and Tony stops. Everyone stops. I stop. They all stare at us with wide eyes.

"What?" Steve yells again and I clear my throat. He looks down at me and I shoot my eyebrows up.

"What?"

"I'm your boyfriend?" I whisper lowly to him and he flushes the darkest scarlet I've ever seen on someone.

"I-  uh, no, I'm- it slipped-"

"Well, congratulations you two," Natasha says, but her face is still stern.

"No, no- this isn't-" Steve is still stuttering and I frown.

"So I'm not?" I'm having a hard time keeping up.

"No, you are, but- y- I-" suddenly he turns around and kisses me. My eyes widen at first, but I soon fall into the familiarity. His hands grasp my head, his lips applying pressure. We stumble back a bit from the force of his action and I set my hand against the back of a chair.

Cheers erupt around us but I barely hear them. I'm too focused on Steve. His cologne, his fresh face, his cold hands, everything. I grab his waist and squeeze, he lets out a groan and pulls away, staring into my eyes. He's searching them.. to see if I'm okay? His eyes flicker between mine and I flush.

"Thank you," I whisper and he leans down to kiss me again, this time quickly pulling away.

"I.. yeah, Buck is my boyfriend," Steve says loud enough for everyone to hear, but never taking his eyes off mine. I smile and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him into a hug on my tip toes.

Everyone starts going back to their business and I feel eyes boring into me. I glance over and see Clint ignoring Natasha signing to him and staring straight at me. So he does know sign?

"Let's go," Steve whispers to me and I look back up at him.

I smile and nod, biting my lip to keep in my giggles. I'm his boyfriend! I want to test the waters a bit. I look up at him and reach my hand down, grasping his. His eyes change, a little more worry in them. I keep gazing at him as I unfold his clenched hand slowly and lace my fingers with his. He swallows thickly and I give him a gentle squeeze. His jaw tightens. I reach up on my tip toes and plant a kiss on his cheek, then whisper into his ear.

"Only up here, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. We can leave at separate times if you want," I pull back and look at him. I want to make my boyfriend as comfortable as possible with me.

He nods and kisses me lightly.

"Get a room already!" Bruce shouts and I flush. Steve squeezes my hand and walks towards the elevator. No ones using it. It's just us as we travel down almost fifty floors. I step in and Steve follows, his pants brushing against my bum. I squeak and turn around, he's smirking.

"Sorry," he pushes the first floor button. He is blocking the exit, his frame massive. As soon as the door closes, I'm up against a wall.

He groans lowly and grabs my hands, pinning them against my head. I sigh through my nose and he bites my bottom lip. I feel his erection grind against me and flush.

"Steve!" I shout and he chuckles.

"What? Can't a man think his boyfriend is hot? Standing behind me, whispering into my ear, grabbing me," he lists breathlessly and slams his lips onto mine. Our lips move together, massaging each other. I feel his knee force its way in between my legs and I open them gladly. He steps in between them and I groan as we touch.

"Steve," I mutter after his hands slide down to my hips, "I'm not about to fuck you in an elevator."

"Why not?" He pulls away and frowns. I smile and giggle at him.

"Because! Get off me you punk!" I mock and he laughs, letting go of my hands. I admit, I miss the contact as soon as it's gone.

"Fuck," he whispers as we stand side by side.

"Hm?"

"Your almost-fucked hair.. your cheek, your color, your scent, your taste.." He whispers and I look over at him.

"Everything about you is addicting," he stares at me, "I can't stay away from you for more than three seconds," his mouth hangs open as he begins to pant. I blink at him and he stamps his foot, rolling his and and groaning.

I cock a brow and giggle, "you okay, Captain?"

"Only when I'm with you, soldier," he mutters and neither of us move when the elevator dings.

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hi!! I'm back w an update!! I've been super busy lately and this chapter is literally just Steve and Bucky kissing what more could u want lmao