Stucky One Shots

Quiet Appreciation

Steve watches his boyfriend fondly as the latter yells obscenities at Clint and Tony while playing a wholesome game of Mario Kart.

He loved that man with all of his heart.

The game draws to a close and Bucky hisses curses at Tony, who smirks at him in response, amused to be getting a rise out of him. Steve walks over and takes Clint's spot, leaning into Bucky, who instinctively wraps an arm around his waist.

"One more game," Tony speaks, already choosing a new character and car as Clint walks off, probably intent on taking a nap.

Bucky glances at Steve briefly, silently asking if that's okay with him. On Saturdays, the two usually got together to do something. Steve nods for him to go ahead and Bucky smiles. Not a word had been exchanged. Tony stares at them, confused.

"Nope," he sighs, settling on a character, "I will never understand what you two have."

"Probably not," Bucky agrees.

Steve watches quietly, occasionally glancing at Bucky while he plays. He bit his lip a lot, Steve noticed. Not unattractive.

"Babe," Bucky huffs, leaning forward.

"What?" Steve says innocently.

"You make it really hard to focus on anything, y'know," he comments, his eyes flicking from the screen to look at him. 

"Oh yeah?" Steve counters, watching the screen. "Why?"

Bucky tries to focus again, biting his lip. "'Cause you're right there."

"Oh, I can move if -- "

"No no no," Bucky interrupts, shaking his head, still concentrating on the game, which he seems to be coming out on top of. "Just that... you're distracting, doll."

Steve smirks a little, watching the game. "Sure."

"Oh my God, shut up!" Tony snaps at them. He got heated over Mario Kart - as they all did. It was a serious game. "Flirt later, you lame old grandpas."

"Rude," Bucky huffs. His character zooms across the finish line and he turns to face Tony, triumphant. "Ha! Thought you could beat me, but oooh no."

Tony sticks his tongue out at him as he drops his remote on the couch. "Whatever. It's a kids game, what do I care?"

Bucky smiles dryly and rolls his eyes, turning his attention to Steve as Tony walks away, leaving them alone.

"So," he speaks, slouching some, "what now?" Steve shrugs, looking up at him. "We could... go for a walk?"

"Nah," Steve responds. Bucky pulls him closer against him and Steve rests his head on his chest.

"We could -- "

"I'm good with this, to be honest," Steve hums, wrapping an arm around his waist. Bucky snorts, shifting a little where he sits. Steve closes his eyes and Bucky pauses, studying him briefly. Steve rarely ever looked that peaceful, and it makes Bucky smile a little.

"God," he mutters to himself, and Steve opens an eye.

"Hmm?"

Bucky shakes his head, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "Nothing, just... appreciating what I've got."

Steve raises an eyebrow as a smile creeps onto his face. "Yeah?"

Bucky smiles and shifts some more, so that he's lying down and Steve is tucked beside him, resting on his chest.

"Well, this is comfortable," he muses in a joking tone.

"Shut up, you love it," Bucky replies, resting a hand on his lower back.