MARVEL one-shots

Stucky #2

This is a coffe shop AU, obviously, with Steve and Bucky in their twenties. It's set in modern days, but Bucky still has the metal arm. Because I'm a kinky lil shit with a thing for metal arms. 

Steve stod behind the counter checking the list to make sure that all the stuff were ready for when the customers would come in. The small coffe shop in which he worked had just opened, and so only a few people were sat in the couches spread around the room. An old lady with bright, dyed, almost orange hair sat in the corner, reading a paper about french cheese. 

Natasha stood a few meters to his left: she was deeply engaged in making sure all the cupcakes were standing in exactly the right spot. It was like a weird tick for her - even though she herself claimed to be deeply messed up (but then again, who isn't), everything else in her life had to be in order.

"Steve?" she said over her shoulder.

"Yeah?" Steve answered without turning towards her.

"Are you sure that this is all of the cupcakes?"

"Pretty sure. Why?"

"'Cause I'm missing the frosted velvet carrot cupcakes with red sparkles on them. I can't seem to find them." Natasha bent down to look under the counter.

"Good. I hated those." Steve teased.

"Oh shut it" She threw an empty paper mug at him, and perfectly hit him in the head. Another thing with the redhead: she never missed a shot. A skill she said to have been taught by her long time friend, Clint Barton.

Suddenly, the litte bell over the door rang, and both Steve and Natasha stopped their bickering to see who entered the shop.

In through the door came a guy. He had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders, a muscular body and he seemed to be just a few inches shorter than Steve, who was quite tall. He was dressed in dark jeans, black boots, a hoodie with a dark jacket over it and had a beanie on his head. He also wore gloves on his left hand, but not on his right. Weird, thought Steve, but maybe it was just a new fashion trend. The guy came up to the counter, and his eyes met Steve's. They were a kind of dark blue/grey, while Steve's were bright ceruelan. The guys lips twitched into a small smirk.

"Hi there" he said with an amused voice.

"Welcome to Claire's coffée! What would you like for today?" answered Steve with a smile.

"Well that depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on wether or not you're one of my options." The guy looked straight (maybe not the best choice of words here) into Steve's eyes, and they could hear Natasha choke on a laugh behind them.

"Uh...what?" The blond didn't really know what he was supposed to say, so he just waited for the guy to say something else.

"Name's Bucky." The guy, Bucky reached out a hand towards Steve, which he doubtfully shook.

"Steve"

"Awesome, now that I know who you are and you know who I am, I would like a tall latte, sitting here."

"Uh, yeah, sure, one tall latte on the way" Steve turned around to prepare the drink, and his eyes met Nat's. Her's were fild with laughter and joy, and it was clear what she wanted: for Steve to throw himself upon this stranger and snog the hell out of him. 

It wasn't a secret that he was gay, but this was the first time that another dude had actually ever hit on Steve. Naturally, this meant he had no idea how to react, But if Nat's reaction was anything to go by, at least he hadn't made a complete fool out of himself. 

When Bucky got his latte he went and sat down at an empty table near the window, and picked up a book and started to read while drinking his coffée. 

Natasha grabbed a hold of Steve's arm, and draggen him into the provate section of the shop, where only the staff were allowed to go.

"You have to ask him for his number! He is obviously into you" She exclaimed, and had an stern look in her eyes.

"I can't just ask him for his number! I don't even know him!"

"That's why you are gonna ask him for his number! To get to know him, stupid!" She looked at him like he truly was stupid.

"But, what if he doesn't...swing that way?"

"Steve, honey, he just openly flirted with you in public. Openly. I'm pretty sure he knows which way he swings. But hey, I could be wrong. Only way to know for sure? Ask him." And with those words she turned around and walked out of the room.

When Steve just about half an hour later heard the bell ring again, he looked up to see Bucky walk out of the shop. But before the door closed behind him, he turned around and looked at Steve. And smirked.

When Steve went to clean Bucky's table, he found a small note on it.

"Natasha?" he shouted at his best friend.

"Yeah?" 

"I don't need to ask him for his number."

"What? Why?" She sounded really disapointed. But Steve only smiled at her, and showed her the note, where a number was written down.

"Because he gave it to me himself."

AN/ There you go guys! Just a quick litte stucky-fic for you. Hope you enjoyed it!

Kisses!