"так что Наташа, что у тебя на завтрак (so natasha, what are you having for breakfast)?" Bucky asked.
"это зависит от того, что вы готовите для меня, хм (well that depends on what you're cooking for me, hmm)?" Natasha replied from her seat atop the counter in the kitchen with a smile.
Bucky chuckled, "хорошая попытка. ты знаешь, что я не готовлю (nice try. you know I don't cook)."
"то почему бы вам не устроить для вас свою маленькую звезду, украшенную блестками (then why don't you have your little star spangled boyfriend cook for us)," she whispered over to him.
"What're we talking about in here?" Steve asked as he entered the kitchen.
"говорить о дьяволе (speak of the devil)," she said, looking back over at Bucky. He sent her s smile and looked back over at Steve.
"Nothing important," he said.
Steve looked at him like 'as if I'd actually believe that it wasn't important'. "Oh... ok," was all he managed to say in reply.
Bucky pushed off of his leaning position against the stove and walked over to Steve with a smile. He was in blue jeans and a white tank top... how terrible it would be right now to be the seams on that shirt because they looked as if they might just rip open any second now by the looks of his muscles straining against the fabric.
"Good morning sunshine," he licked his lips and placed a wet kiss on his lips as an I'm sorry Nat and I were speaking Russian and didn't tell you what we were talking about type kiss.
Apology accepted.
"Yea yea yea, whatever. Just go back to your Russian voodoo weird ex-soldier conversation thing or whatever that was..." his voice trailed off as he walked away down the hall to his and Bucky's shared room.
"я думаю, ты застрял в завтраке, а? (I guess you're stuck making breakfast then, huh?)" Bucky pointed over at Natasha who had walked closer to where Steve had just been standing.
"стоит выстрелить, сержант Барнс. но завтра утром вы будете завтракать. плохо вернись ... Я собираюсь поговорить со Стивом (worth a shot, Sergeant Barnes. But you'll be making breakfast this morning. I'll be right back... I'm gonna go talk to Steve.)" she said on her way out.
"Cereal it is then," he decided.
• • •
Upon arriving in Steve's room he was met with a glum face and a slouched man on a king sized bed.
"What's wrong, Steve?" She sat down next to him.
"Oh, no Russian this time?" He paused and let out a harsh breath, "ughh... sorry. I'm just s little— worked up right now."
"Wanna talk about it?" She put her hand on top of his.
"Not really to be honest... but I know I'm gonna have to eventually so I might as well do it now."
"Take your time, Steve," she looked over at him to see he was already looking at her.
"It's all this bonding you and Bucky have been doing. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great. I love to see that you guys are getting along but..."
"But...?" She looked confused as his face went red. Her eyebrows furrowed, "Steve? Is something wr—"
"It used to be just us. Me and Bucky against the world, until the end of the line..." his eyes looked so sad. So red like he was holding back tears.
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Red White and You
FanfictionDo it with passion or not at all ☆ A scandalous compilation of one-shots exploring what life was like in the 1930s with pre-serum Bucky and Steve, how they dealt with newfound feelings for one another, what their first time was like, and more! • Co...
