bucky barnes imagines

xvii. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN (one)

A/N – Let me know if you want a part two, maybe?

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"Y/N, your presence has been requested in the living room immediately."

It was almost midnight when you looked up from your phone, annoyed, as the loud voice of Tony's artificial intelligence echoed throughout your room. You stood up and hastily threw on an oversized t-shirt and slippers, pulling your hair into a sloppy topknot as you left your room.

"Who the hell is calling for me at this time of night?" you grumbled to yourself. "Better be important."

Little did you know, you weren't the only one thinking along those lines. When you reached the living room, you found that pretty much everybody who lived at the tower was present, looking tired and moody. You groaned as you noticed the countless shots of alcohol that were lined up on the table.

Of course, it was obvious who had planned it. Tony stood in front of the television, grinning mischievously as he addressed his friends with two simple words.

"Party time."

Unsurprisingly, nobody moved at first. But Tony could be persuasive when he wanted to, and soon enough people began to give in to him.

By 1am, you were slightly tipsy and giggly, as was everyone else – even Steve and Bucky, because Thor decided to share his infamous Asgardian mead with them since discovering that they couldn't really get drunk on regular alcohol.

So, when Tony suggested that you all play seven minutes in heaven, nobody even batted an eyelid. The game began immediately, with everyone writing their name on a piece of paper and putting it into a bag. Then two people would be blindly picked out and locked into the closet together to do whatever they wanted – usually something romantic or sexual.

You chuckled as the third pairing, Nat and Bruce, reentered the living room, both of them blushing as Tony whistled at them, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He reached his hand into the bag, pulling out two more names.

"Pietro... and Y/N!"

Pietro grinned and zoomed over to the closet, making you jump in surprise.

"What, you didn't see that coming?"

You groaned internally. Pietro was okay – cute, but a little too arrogant and definitely not your type. Besides, it was no secret that over the past few months, you'd developed a huge crush on another teammate after a lot of flirting and teasing comments.

As you stood up, you stole a glance at Bucky, who was seated directly opposite you. A minute ago, he'd seemed perfectly happy. But now, his jaw was clenched as he heavily set his drink down on the table with a loud thud. Your eyes met his as you walked away.

You would happily spend your entire life trapped in a confined space with him.

Your staring was interrupted as Tony pushed you into the closet, swiftly locking the door. It was barely lit and you stumbled forwards into Pietro, who caught you and steadied you. You thanked him as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, sighing as he winked in return and stepped closer to you.

"Let's get this over with," you joked, tilting your head up to kiss him.

However, before your lips met, you were interrupted by the muffled sound of an agitated conversation on the other side of the door.

"Stark, give me the key before I bash the door down myself."

You paused in confusion as you heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened and Bucky stormed in, grabbing Pietro by the arm and shoving him outside before promptly locking the door from the inside, pocketing the key and ignoring the comments coming from the living room.

Before you could even think of saying anything, Bucky had you pinned against the wall as his lips collided with yours. You were shocked but quickly reacted by kissing him back, lifting your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. He groaned slightly and wrapped his metal arm around your waist, causing you to shiver at the cool touch. The kiss was messy and rough, and you loved it.

Eventually, both of you had to pull away so you could breathe. You blushed as Bucky rested his forehead against yours.

"I couldn't keep pretending like I haven't wanted to do that for ages," he whispered huskily.

You responded by leaning up to kiss him again. This time, it was soft, slow and gentle, making your heart flutter as you closed your eyes, relaxing in his arms.

When you separated, a loud knock at the door startled you; you'd completely forgotten that you were standing in a closet. Bucky laughed quietly and reached for the key to let you both out. Just before the door opened, he turned to face you, smirking.

"My room, ten minutes?"