Can We Cuddle Instead?

Bucky was fine. He was great. He sat on the too-soft sofa in the living room of the Avengers Tower. He was surrounded by the best team of superheros on the planet (maybe the universe, they weren't quite sure who else was out there yet), and to top it all off, it was Christmas Eve. 

But he didn't feel great. No, he actually felt... uncomfortable. Almost sick. 

It being Christmas Eve, everyone had let loose a little. Tony was no more annoying or arrogant than usual (but Bucky guesses that's part of the charm), Steve wore a garish Frosty the Snowman ugly sweater (it should have been illegal that he looked that good in it), Thor let his rambunctious laughter ring throughout the room, Nat had even put all of her guns she usually hid in non-specific parts of the tower (although Bucky was sure she kept some handy, just in case), Bruce was slightly less tense than usual (a plus for him), and Clint was belting Christmas karaoke at the top of his lungs. A few other members-- including Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, and... Sam. 

Bucky had known he'd had a bit of a thing for Sam since the Steve and Tony skirmish. He didn't know exactly what changed his hate for the man in the bird suit, but he began to notice little things-- his smile, his eyes... cheesy stuff like that. But the thing is, Bucky didn't want to date him. Well, he wanted to go out with him. He wanted to hold hands, maybe cuddle while watching a movie, take out Clint's dog for a walk sometimes. But sex, even kissing, felt... weird. Gross even. 

And that was exactly what was making him uncomfortable now. Everyone in room were discussing first kisses. 

"Frat party. Maybe, or maybe it was sorority-" Tony started.

"Oh, skip the setting, Stark, tell us the goods," Clint slurred into the microphone, taking a short break from a techno version of "Jingle Bell Rock."

"Alright, well, she was tall. Like, reaaaaallly tall. Like Big Green gets on a bad day-" Bruce frowns at this but has a good-nature glint in his eyes- "But she was blonde, too. Had the ugliest black dress on, and had... bluuuuue eyes, I think? Well, anyways, we were practically doin' on the dance floor before we finally kissed. It was messy, no talent, but, god, was there passion. It was like God had-"

"Alright, alright, we get it. What about first time?" Nat asked while pouring herself her seventh egg-marita of the night. Bucky felt a familiar swoop in his stomach, but not the exciting one. The one you feel before you purge.

"It was two months later. At another party, and this time, it was a brunette. She was more my height, which made it easier to..."

Bucky immediately tuned out and stood up from the couch.

"Gonna get some more beer," he muttered to no one in particular. He grabbed his finished bottle off the coffee table and walked to the kitchen. He heard various laughs and wolf whistles coming from the group. He set down the empty bottle in the sink and made his way over to the fridge.

Where he immediately ran into Sam.

They ended up bonking heads. Bucky gave a weak cry, but Sam snorted as he rubbed his head.

"Alright there, Winter?" He smiled at him, and Bucky felt warm as he saw the little gap between his front teeth. 

"Alright," he mumbled. Sam then backed up and opened the fridge door for him. Bucky said a small thanks, and grabbed two bottles. He handed one to Sam as they both made their way back to the living room. They made small talk, and then--

"Hey, mistletoe!" 

The two men stopped. Bucky stared at the group as they all stared back. At him. At him and Sam. Bucky looked up.