AVENGERS IMAGINES & MORE | m.m.

os: to hell with what's right (bucky)

major fluff, slight smut :)

It's an early Sunday morning and all the Avengers are asleep scattered throughout the common room. The remnants of the game night/dinner party/team building thing Pepper Potts threw to announce her and Tony's engagement. She had gone awhile ago to check on things with Fury and now it was down to you and the rest of the crew. From then it was you, Tony, Steve, Bucky and Thor. That soon dwindled and it's now 2:30am and you and Bucky are barely tipsy but having the time of your lives.

Hurry - get on now it's coming...listen - to these rails a-humming - all board

The two of you sing in unison dancing freely in your pjs. You're both off key but you don't seem to care.

Get on the "A"-Train...soon you will be on sugar hill in Harlem

You continue to dance and sing along to the music, dancing crazily and being careful not to fall on the sleeping men surrounding you. The song comes to a end and you strike a pose as Bucky dances it out until the very end of the song.

"Alright doll what song should we dance to next," he calls from his stance by the record player.

You grab a water bottle from the fridge and make your way back from the kitchen.

"How about something slow," You smirk flirtatiously.

He looks at you with the cutest expression before a smile breaks loose. He shakes his head to himself and turns to the radio to find a slow song for the two of you. From the first few notes you can already recognize the song and you smile at him, taking the hand he's extending out to you. His metal arm rests on your lower back while his flesh hand holds your hand, swaying you slowly as the song plays.

"I uh-" he starts, choking up a little.

"You look beautiful tonight,"

You smile and look down at the floor blushing a little. You're not sure what to say but you sigh and look up again hoping for something to come to mind.

"You're too kind," you finally respond softly avoiding looking in his eyes.

"I've been called many things but kind isn't one of them doll,"

You both chuckle which causes you to finally look in his eyes and once you do, you're hooked.

"You're really beautiful (y/n). I mean that,"

His eyes are stern but sweet. You could tell he meant what he said from the moment the words fell from his pink kissable lips but you were afraid to accept. You were afraid of every single thing you felt for him not because of your own abandonment issues, you knew he'd never leave you. You knew the attraction between you was too strong for him to leave you, as a matter of fact that's the very thing that horrified you. Bucky's just now getting back on his feet. He's becoming himself again and he doesn't need to bother with someone as flawed as you were. He needs and deserves someone perfect and happy. Someone who can give him the world.

You were just about to tell him, but when he presses his lips to yours, you forget your own name let alone your intentions.

He kisses you with so much genuine love and passion you think you might faint. You attempt to express the same emotions back to him while allowing him dominance. Soon he grips your waist and walks you backward toward his room which happens to be on the same floor as the common room. He pushes you back against the door as he closes it, his lips not leaving yours even for a second. You moan softly into his mouth which causes him to groan in response.