Do steve and bicky pda a lot?
in nontraditional ways :D
“Asshole,” Steve says, when Bucky grabs his face in his hand to get a good look at him. “Barton needs medical evac –”
“Bullet barely grazed him, he’s fine.”
“I heard that!” Barton yells. “Fuck you too!”
“Rogers,” Bucky says, still looking him over. Then he nods. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get out of here.”
“No, really,” Barton says, clutching his arm, “By all means, take your time.”
“You know, one time in Italy I saw half a guy’s face blown off and he was still alive for ten minutes after. You’re gonna be fuckin’ fine.”
Steve walks carefully through the dark theater until he finds their row. “I got extra salt,” he whispers, and Bucky shushes him. Steve sits down next to him and balances the bucket of popcorn into his lap. Bucky blindly grabs a handful and shoves it in his mouth, and Steve puts his 3-D glasses on. The arm between their seats goes up – these are some fancy damn seats – and Bucky shoves it away after a second and slings his arm around Steve’s shoulders, tugging him close.
“Are they ever not fused at the hip?” Tony asks Natasha, topping off her drink.
She sips it and sighs, her brow furrowing. Across the spacious room Rogers and Barnes are sitting at a couch, their knees knocking together, their foreheads almost bumping. Rogers is laughing, his chin propped in his hand, while Barnes says something – and then Rogers rolls his eyes hugely and says something back, and Barnes reaches out in a flash and has him in a headlock.
“Gross,” Tony mutters. Rogers is smacking at Barnes and laughing, and finally he shoves him off. Barnes reaches out and ruffles his hair. “Ugh,” Tony says. “I hate that Cap is cool now.”
“He’s sweet,” Natasha agrees. They’re doing shots now, and then Rogers is standing up and bouncing on his toes. Tony definitely reads his lips saying something about arm wrestle. Oh, God. The property damage potential. Tony thinks about suggesting they move that outside, but Barnes unfolds all six feet and some inches of himself and digs his finger into Rogers’ side, and Rogers punches him in the arm, and Tony feels something warm in his chest. Probably heartburn.
“I’m too old for this,” he tells Natasha.
“No,” Natasha sighs, “You’re just getting soft.”
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