WinterIron one shots

Language of love

Word count: 2235

Summery: Bucky starts telling tony his feeling but in different languages- not realising Tony can understand him.

So I can't really speak any other languages and I didn't want to copy from google so everything underlined isn't in English.

Enjoy!!!
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1. Russian

It started on a Monday, like all terrible things tended to.

Tony was in his lab, working on specs for the armor. Bucky was sitting on the sofa, either reading on the tablet or blackmailing someone (he had the same face for both, Tony observed). Tony, unlike usual, was quiet. The gauntlet he was working on required the most precision detail work out of any piece of the suit, and JARVIS's fabricators didn't get it done as well as Tony could. He was wearing his glasses, tongue poking slightly out of the side of his mouth in concentration, when he heard it .

It was Bucky Barnes's low Russian drawl, directed at his tablet, but undeniably about Tony. " God, his tongue ," Bucky said in Russian, probably thinking Tony didn't understand. " The things I'd do to that mouth ."

Tony admirably fought down his blush, but Bucky wasn't looking at him. "What was that?" Tony asked casually in English.

"Just cursing the dumbass main character," replied Bucky easily, like he hadn't just been making innuendos about Tony. Tony envied his composure. "He just jumped into a fight he had no business bein' in. Reminded me of Stevie, back in the day."

So Bucky really didn't know Tony spoke Russian. Huh . If his pants weren't so tight, he'd probably find his ability to hide things from the ex-assassin flattering and funny. "Back in the day?" Tony snorted. "Steve's still like that." Bucky chuckled and Tony went back to his gauntlet, trying to keep it out of his mind.

" And those lips ," Bucky continued, oblivious.

Tony jolted, almost burning his hand with the soldering iron he was using. He dropped it with a hiss, shaking out the hand.

In a heartbeat, Bucky was at his side. "All okay, doll?" he asked, taking Tony's hand in his own to examine.

Tony swallowed thickly. "All good," he said cheerfully, hoping Bucky didn't see right through him.

Bucky gave him a suspicious look, but went back to the sofa to read.

" His hands are so perfect ," the Russian was back. " I'd kill to see them wrapped around my- "

Tony banged his head on the lab table, cutting off the rest of Bucky's sentence. It was going to be a long day.

2. German

Tuesday rolled around after a night dreaming of Bucky's gravelly Russian. Tony wasn't sure if the man knew about his crush and was teasing him, wanted a fuckbuddy, or something else (the tiny bit of hope that he hadn't yet managed to quash told him his crush was reciprocated, but Tony shoved that down with a ferocity he used for traumatic memories).

Tony walked into the kitchen for coffee, wholly unprepared for what awaited him. On his way to the coffee machine, he bumped into a wall.

"Sorry, wall," he muttered (because manners were important, even towards inanimate objects), patting it lightly on his way to the coffee machine. Only, the wall was warm beneath his palm, and not the same color as his normal walls, and-

Shit.

He had run face first into a shirtless Bucky's chest, who was currently cracking up next to Steve.