The LGBT+ Avengers Stucky Fanfiction

Stories

 "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. We're here." Steve heard Bucky's voice, but he was still mostly asleep, so just ignored it. Bucky sighed. Steve felt a warm hand place itself on his left shoulder, as well as a cold one on his right shoulder. Bucky shook Steve gently to wake him up. "C'mon, Steve. Wake up, we gotta get ready." Steve blinked his eyes open, seeing only blurs of light before his eyes adjusted and he saw his boyfriend leaning over him, his hands on his shoulders. Bucky saw the corners of Steve's lips turn up sleepily below him. "Morning Stevie. Get up now." He pulled his hands off Steve's shoulders and went to straighten up. But just before he did, he quickly leaned down and pecked Steve's cheek.

Bucky went back to getting ready, standing before the hotel mirror and tying his bowtie. Steve just lay there for a couple seconds, watching Bucky hum gently as his hands worked on the tie, the metal of his left one flashing in the morning light. He looked like an angel. It had been, what? Four months, since they'd reunited completely by accident at the coffeeshop? A lot can happen in a short amount of time.

Flinging the covers off, Steve got up and walked to the bathroom. Bucky finished tying his bow tie, and looked at himself in the mirror: blue short sleeve collared shirt with tiny white dots, white bow tie, man bun, square jaw, flat chest. He looked like how he felt. Except for the metal arm. That would take some more getting used to. Maybe he'd never be used to it. Steve seemed to be more than fine with it, and was the sweetest, most supportive person Bucky had ever met. Perhaps, if Steve could handle him, he could handle himself.

"You're not seriously wearing an AC/DC shirt to this thing, are you?" Bucky asked incredulously.

"What? I'm wearing a blazer over it. It's fine." Steve responded, sliding next to Bucky to see the mirror so he could comb his hair.

"Punk." Was all Bucky could think to say.

"Jerk." Came Steve's immediate response as he combed his hair with his left hand.

"Seriously though, Steve. That is so unprofessional. Please at least tell me you're wearing nice shoes." Bucky continued to criticize Steve's faded band shirt.

"Fine, I'm wearing nice shoes. Happy? But I'm not losing the shorts, I don't care if they're disreputable." Steve ceded, dramatically kicking one of his feet up into the air. He was wearing gray sneakers. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Steve, what do you think of this glovelet?" Bucky asked, a self-conscious vulnerability showing through within his earnest query as he held up his metal arm to reveal he had put on a black leather glovelet. He thought he looked more genuine with the glovelet on, not to mention the feel of leather compared to the feel of metal. It made him feel more human.

"You look badass, Bucky, and gorgeous as always." Steve said, picking up his wallet and keys to put them in his pocket, as well as checking his phone. "Now c'mon, let's go get breakfast. Nat says she'll meet us at this diner in town."

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"Hey, Natasha." Steve said, he and Bucky sliding into the booth seat across from their redheaded friend who was, in that moment, attempting to shovel scrambled eggs with ketchup into her mouth while simultaneously staring intently at her phone, her thumb scrolling.

"Hey, guys." She said, not even looking up from her phone. "You ready for the thing?"

"You could say that." Steve said, knowing he could fool anybody into thinking he was confident, rather than a little bundle of nerves. Nat glanced up at him from her phone, raising her eyebrows slightly before going back to the device. Okay, everybody but Natasha. Bucky looked up from the menu he'd been scanning to find his breakfast.