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#11 truth or dare

sharon licks her lips and focuses.

this is possibly the most ridiculous thing she has done since high school.

agent romanoff - who keeps insisting that sharon call her natasha, because they're friends, right? - is grinning and.

why are they doing this again?

oh yeah, sharon lost a bet to steve fucking rogers.

what an asshole. she regrets ever thinking he was cute.

"truth or dare?" natasha says, her voice low and really dangerous.

sharon clears her throat. "truth."

natasha grins. "you play it safe, huh?"

"i don't trust you one bit," sharon says.

"oh, you will."

#12 sharing a bed

"this was such a terrible idea."

sharon rolls over on top of sam who scoops an arm around her and pulls bucky in closer to his side.

"steve is too fucking big," natasha grumbles, and then steve curses. "shut up, you've had worse than a knee to the stomach."

"too close to the groin for comfort," steve complains in a dark voice.

"someone turn on a light," sharon says, squirming. bucky reaches over sam and ends up hitting sharon with his metal arm. "bucky!"

"sorry, sorry," he mumbles, kissing her forehead as he finally gets the lamp on. "oh, jeez."

natasha is squeezed between steve and sam now, lying on her side with her head on sam's shoulder.

"why do the guys all get to lie flat on their backs? this isn't fair," sharon says, crawling over sam to get closer to natasha. natasha grins as sharon squirms in next to her, pushing sam toward the edge of the bed and causing bucky to teeter.

"hey!" bucky scrambles to get his footing. "shit you guys, where am i supposed to go? this is what i get for turning on the lamp, kicked out of bed?"

"there wasn't room for your disaster of an arm to begin with," sam says, rolling onto his side and putting an arm around sharon. steve does the same to natasha and bucky frowns.

"this isn't fair. she was my girlfriend first," bucky says, crawling over the array of legs and tugging at the bedspread. "yeah, captain america, i'm pushing you to the edge."

"fine, fine," steve says, shifting over so bucky can squeeze in between him and natasha. natasha laughs and turns her head and bucky kisses her on the nose and then the mouth. bucky sighs as he rests his head on the pillow, steve nudging his way closer and pressing his chin into bucky's shoulder.

they should have paid the extra money for a second bed. no one was expecting sam and sharon tonight, but.

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#8 secretly a virgin

sam downright snorts. “are you serious?”

steve nudges him in what’s probably supposed to be a gentle manner, but will indeed leave a bruise. sam glares at him but then cracks up again.

bucky - well, his expression is the closest to a pout that sam thinks a formerly brainwashed cold war assassin can be.

"the 95 year old virgin. they should make a sequel about you," sam snorts. natasha lets out a dry sigh and bucky and steve exchange confused looks. "it’s a - it’s a movie -"

"oh," steve says, "okay, i know what one you’re - that’s actually kind of clever."

sam looks at steve, “wait, what about you? you were on ice forever too.”

steve clears his throat, avoiding bucky and natasha’s gazes. “old, not dead.”

sam lets out a low whistle. “that means it’s all on you, buddy,” sam says, reaching out to clap bucky on the shoulder. bucky scowls. and that’s just a little scary.

"i didn’t have sex until i was 25," natasha says, and both steve and sam shoot her surprised looks. "in any case, virginity is a social construct." she smiles at bucky, ignoring steve’s raised eyebrow. "you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"i’m not ashamed," bucky says, frowning - and that’s a cute look on him, sam has to admit. he’s weirdly - well, he’s finding himself kind of attracted to this side of bucky, which is way less intimidating and definitely almost adorable. "there just - before the war, i just - i didn’t take the plunge." steve looks down and clears his throat. "and there weren’t exactly what you would call opportunities over the next seventy years.”

if this was a stage directed play, sam knows the direction would be [ALL CRINGE]. 

after a beat, natasha says, “well, if you want, we could change that.”

"we?" sam and steve say simultaneously. sam swallows and tries to ignore how absolutely fantastic that sounds. steve looks a little bewildered but - also interested.

"we," natasha agrees, and grins at bucky.

bucky clears his throat and glances up, meeting sam’s gaze briefly and then looking between steve and natasha. damn, sam loves the man-bun look on him, his hair tied back is fuckin’ cute as hell.

"that would be…i would…i think that would be okay."

natasha gives a triumphant laugh.

#14 groundhog’s day/time travel

(oh gosh this could potentially be very sad, i’m going to try to not be very sad)

"look, be careful."

"don’t tell me what to do, james," natasha snaps. she’s pressing a lot of buttons and a lot of things are happening and bucky is getting dizzy from watching her hands.

"do you even know what you’re doing?"

natasha rolls her eyes. “it’s either figure it out or die, so.”

"good point. how can i help?"

"you can shut the hell up."

and, well, he’s used to that. he grins to try to ease himself away from the panic in his chest. natasha’s good, sure, but does she know how to fly a spaceship? probably not. probably they shouldn’t be here in the first place, and oh shit, they’re gonna be in so much shit when they get -

the panels spin. bucky thinks he might throw up, though he doesn’t exactly remember it.

and then he’s laying in bed with natasha curled up at his side, snoring.

"…natasha?"

"james, what’s wrong?"

not a dream. toooootally not a dream. he groans. 

"natasha, i think we made a huge mistake and you’re stuck in the future or something. we were in a spaceship and you hit a bunch of buttons and…"

natasha rolls over on top of him, kissing him quiet. he feels kind of guilty, kissing her, but lets his fingers lace in her hair.

"idiot," she says, sitting up and straddling his waist. "i figured it out."

fucking stop

DADIO YOU’VE GOT THE SWAGGER OF A CHAMPION. I CAN’T BREATHE. AND I SHAKE MY LITTLE TUSH ON THE CATWALK.

D'aww thank you Allie :D

1. I love my cute new hair-cut - it's the shortest it's been in a while and it's super healthy and bouncy for a change

2. My ability to track down obscure songs even when I don't know the lyrics/title/artist/anything

3. My green eyes

4. My wide ranging taste in ships