AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Hands to yourself ~ Bucky Barnes

Request- Fem!Reader takes Bucky is getting his wisdom teeth removed and gets all flirty 

-You should go read my Tony Stark Version of this!-

shirbertwtf

Warnings- We got high Bucky!, flirty Bucky, language

Words- 3015

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You noticed how Bucky was hesitant to chew while eating dinner.

"James?" you say, he looked up and smirked. He loved it when you called him by his real name. He hummed in response. "Why are you so hesitant to eat? I thought you loved greek chicken and pita bread, " you say in worry that you did a bad job at cooking.

He raised his brows and shook his head, "No, no, honey. I do love you cooking, just my jaw and my molars hurt like hell, " he says and cringes when he talks, using his right hand to carefully tend to the pain.

You furrow your brows, "Did you get punched?" you ask and stand up, walking over to him. He shakes his head, "Not recently, ". You frown as you examine along his jaw, feeling for bumps or bruises. "Open up, let me see your teeth, " you say and he chuckles and shakes his head. 

He puts his hands on your hips and pulls your hands away. He smiles and kisses your nose, "I'm sure it's nothing, beautiful. I'll take an Advil and I'm sure it'll go away, " he says and tries to stand up to find the medicine cabinet. You don't move from your place. "Your jaw doesn't hurt for no good reason. Now, open up and let me see, " you say and push him back in the chair.

You knew he could've stood his ground if he wanted, he is much strong than you. But, he was always gentle with you. Holding onto you gently, feather-light caresses and touches, like you were his porcelain doll. He sat back in his chair and leaned his head back, so you can examine his teeth.

His gums were a little red and irritated. "Are your back gums sensitive to the touch?" you ask and his nods. You notice two crammed teeth, one on each side of his lower jaw. You grin and ask, "James, have you ever gotten your wisdom teeth removed?" 

He shakes his head, "It was never a problem, " he says and looks at you curiously as you stand back with a smirk. "Well, I think we need to schedule an appointment with the dentist, " you say and he gasps and springs up to his feet.

"No!" he shouts and runs to the bedroom; he slams the door and locks it. You chase him up the stairs, "You can't stay in there forever, " you say, "Eventually, you're gonna want to cuddle with me, "

"NO!" Bucky screeches and hides under the bed.

"YES!" you counter, "You are gonna go to the dentist!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

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Bucky sat with his arms crossed as he peered out the window, staring at all the tall buildings of Manhattan. He sighed as he saw the dentist's office, he tried to sink deeper into the passenger seat.

You reach over, taking one hand off the wheel to grab his metal hand. He holds it but doesn't try to make eye contact. You pull into the small parking lot. You look over at him, he's wearing childish pout. "Come on, this will be over before you know it, " you say and he sighs and whines.

You worry that something is truly wrong. "Babe, what's wrong?" you ask and he looks over at you, but quickly averts eye contact, he appears slightly embarrassed. He bites his lip contemplating whether or not he should say what is on his mind. "I'm scared, " he whispers