Stucky One-shots

Intruder /////fluff (Smut In pt 2///

The very loud sound of glass shattering is the last thing Bucky expected as he was lying in bed at 3 Am. He smile to himself
"Wrong house, buddy" he whispered out.

He walked over to his door in a sneaking fashion, the crash came from the first floor, meaning the uninvited guest was probably in the dining room.

Bucky slowly opened the door and started making his way to the stairs, he heard noises emitting from the dining room and smirked. Mouse in trap.

He crept up behind the black silhouette and put them in a head lock, cutting off the persons breathing just enough to where they pass out. Usually one would call the cops after something like this, Bucky had other plans.

Steve woke up strapped to a chair, hands cuffed behind his back, duct tape over his mouth. He couldn't exactly recall last night, he knew he had went out to get a few drinks but he was sure he didn't drink that much.

Just then, a door behind him swung opened and footprints could be heard walking up to his back.
"So, you're awake." A deep voice bounced around the room
Steve kept his mouth shut, not that he could open it if he tried.

Bucky chuckled and brought himself in sight of the blonde man. Bucky sat in the mans lap, facing him. "So, tell me , what influenced you to do this? Shatter a perfectly good window and ruin my carpet."

Steve looked away, face flushed red.
"Here let me help you." In an instant, Bucky ripped the tape from Steve's mouth.

Bucky bit his lip, waiting to see what this man had to say for himself. "Silent type. I bet I can get you to running that mouth"

Steve looked angry but remained silent, Buckys face got closer and closer to Steve's before he paused.

"I don't even know your name, doll face. Can you at least give me that?" Buck said, petting Steve's hair.

"Steve" he grunted. "Steve? Well Steve, my name is Bucky." Bucky said, starting to suck on Steve's neck. "And I'm going to make you talk"

"Wait!" Steve shouted just before Bucky could get to him. "look, I don't know what happened. Im oblivious to where I am or who you are." His face was flushed, eyes were blood shot, the blonde honestly looked like shit. 

For a split second, Bucky slightly, very slightly, felt bad for the poor guy. I mean, he probably had a hangover from hell  and might be hungry. Damn his sensitive side. He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "Okay bud. lets go." Bucky said, pulling a knife from his pocket and cutting the other man free. 

Bucky led him to the kitchen and started rummaging, after a few glasses of water and 4 ham sandwiches, the guy (Who Bucky finally refers to as Steve) started opening up. 

Bucky found out that Steve is a serious history buff, has close friends who can get a little crazy, has a stupid high metabolism and is crazy handsome. Bucky could admit it, Steve was extremely attractive and a huge sweetheart. 

A mere few weeks after the intrusion and Bucky was adopted into Steve's group of friends, there was Sam - a wise cracking guy who was very prideful, Tony - an egotistical guy who at first came off as a spoiled jerk, Bucky soon realized that he was just proud of the name he had built for himself, and finally, Natasha - Bucky already knew the redhead turned bombshell blonde, they had went to the same dojo when they were kids and would occasionally fight on teams, she even won awards at the competitions that he chose to sit out on.

Steve had long since helped Bucky replace the window and cleaned the carpet, a story that they laughed about now. They had come rather far In their friendship and even though he didn't want to admit it, Bucky felt something for Steve but he had a longing suspicion that Steve actually liked Natasha. They had been friends for a while and they were always sweet on each other.  

One night they had all got together at Buckys house, after a few drinks they got a game of cards going, when that got boring Natasha suggested the oh so innocent game of truth or dare, which turned into truth, dare or strip. 

15 minuets in and Nat was shoe and sockless, Tony was shirtless, Steve was down to pants but, Sam and Bucky were still fully clothed. 

"So, Barnes. truth. Why is your left arm prosthetic?" Nat propped herself up on her arm.

"skiing trip gone south when I was on the lift and the whole thing jarred forward, I just so happen to slide down some ice covered rocks and ripped it off." Bucky took another drink.

After about 2 more hours of ridiculous questions and a little more motivation in the form of hydration, Steve had lost his socks, Sam was asleep on the couch, Nat was down to just a shirt and her undies, Tony was down to his boxers and  Bucky had only lost his hoodie after a dare that would've made him streak across his lawn. And he would have done it if his neighbors didn't have children no older than 6.

"Barnes! I've had enough of this!" Natasha shouted. 

"That's what you get for being such a private person." Bucky tossed another shot down 

"Fine. I DARE you to not only KISS but MAKEOUT with STEVE in the BROOM CLOSET." Nat didn't realize her shouts were amplified when she was drunk. "You want me to go all 7 minuets in heaven with the blushing virgin over here? He'd turn so red he'd explode. I'll strip." and off came the socks. 

Nat was persistent and so she had formulated a plan, every time it would come to be Buckys turn, she'd ask the same dare. Go with Steve to the broom closet. She was going to win this god forsaken game. 

Bucky was down to his underwear and almost too tipsy to care. "So what will it be Barnes? 7 minuets with Steve or the boxers and I win?" 

"Closet. Now. Steve" 

///////Part 2 With smut coming out soon////////