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Bucky was frantic. It was your birthday and he wanted to bake you a cake. The problem. He'd never baked before. So he had enlisted the help of Natasha and Steve and they were late. Bucky had all the ingredients set out in the kitchen and he was dialing Steve's number.

"Steve!" he exclaimed. "Where the hell are you guys?"

"Sorry, pal," Steve said, "We're on the quinjet. Fury sent us out on a last minute mission. Just follow the recipe you'll be fine. Gotta go, we're landing." Bucky heard a click and covered his face with his hand frustrated. Then he composed himself.

"I am a bad ass assassin. I can bake a cake. I'll bake the fuck outta that cake." he said out loud before setting to work.

***

Five hours later found Bucky standing next to the island, exhausted and pissed off. His eyes scanned the evidence of his battle with the kitchen appliances and it wasn't pretty. Flour dusted every surface  of the kitchen. He dumped all the flour into the mixer at once before rereading the recipe and seeing where it said to add the flour gradually. Broken eggs lay on the floor from not placing them inside of a bowl to prevent them from rolling away. Measuring spoons and cups littered the counters, bowls were strewn about, various liquids and powders covered the flat areas of the kitchen…including the floor, and not one but two cakes that had come out before were thrown in the trash. But the icing on the cake, pun intended, was the final cake that was sitting on the island under intense scrutiny from one Sam Wilson.

"Yeah, you baked the fuck outta it, alright," Sam said, leaning back. The dark cake sat there pitifully. "Maybe once you put the icing on it, it'll be alright. I mean, chocolate cake and chocolate icing are delicious." Bucky groaned.

"It's vanilla," he whined, covering his face with his hands.

"Daaaamn," Sam said, "What did you set the oven too? Thor's Lightning or Tony's Repulsors? Or maybe Human Torch?"

"Fuck, Sam what do I do?" Bucky said, "I was banking on this cake for her birthday. She's gonna hate me! What kinda boyfriend can't even do cake right?" Sam didn't have a chance to respond because you entered the kitchen going for a soda from the fridge.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene. Bucky staring forlornly at a cake, Sam looking at Bucky trying not to laugh, and the carnage from what would come to be known as the Great Bucky Baking Fuck Up.

"What happened in here?" You asked as Sam walked out of the kitchen barely concealing a snort.

"I tried to bake you a cake for your birthday and…" he raised his hand defeatedly at the mess. You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

"Bucky," you said, getting his attention before wrapping your arms tightly around him. "Thank you. No one's ever burnt a cake for me before." Bucky leaned back and glared at your grinning face playfully. "Really though, thank you. I appreciate the thought. Now, how about we clean this up then I'll let you buy me a cake for my birthday…and if you're feeling really generous we can get some drinks and just cuddle and eat cake and get drunk while watching terrible movies together?" Bucky smiled at you.

"I think I can manage that," he murmured before placing his lips on yours, "Happy Birthday, Doll."

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Part 1-Bucky POV

“Dude,” I told Steve after the interview was over, “You have to hire her.” My eyes were glued to her hips as they swayed their way out the office door and towards the exit. She was gorgeous. Beautiful. Amazing. Funny. Smart as a whip too. And I mean I guess the good references just backed all that up.

“Buck, can you think with your brain for a second instead of your dick?” Steve asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Come on man, I’ve been looking at the applications too. She is easily the most qualified for the job.” I said. It was true. She had a degree in Business Management plus had worked her way through school by working in a restaurant and working her way up to a manager at said restaurant from the bottom up so she knew how the rest of the restaurant worked. That was a definite advantage.

“She’s the least experienced though,” Steve said, “T’Challa, Clint, and Maria all have more actual management experience.”

“Experience only comes if she’s given the opportunity, Steve,” I reasoned, “She’s worked all the levels of the front of the house so she will be able to understand issues that come up with the waitstaff. Plus, she has the education as well. They don’t.” Steve looked at me long and hard.

“Alright but if this goes south I’m blaming you,” he said.

That was a year ago. Ellie has quickly become an invaluable member of the team and I got to tell Steve I told you so. She became fast friends with Nat. It wasn’t uncommon to find one of them with the other when they weren’t at work. They were either shopping or cooking or taking some kind of class together.

“Hey, Bucky,” Ellie said walking into my apartment. She dropped her stuff next to the door and walked into the kitchen with a bottle of wine for date night. She planted a kiss on my cheek as she walked by me to grab wine glasses out of the cabinet.

“Hey, Babe, how was yoga?” She and Nat took a yoga class together in the evenings after work.

“It was good. A bit enlightening,” was her reply. I felt her cheek lay against my arm as she peeked around me at the stove, “What are you ‘attempting’ to cook tonight?” I rolled my eyes as she alluded to our first attempt at a date night in and glanced down at her to find a mischievous grin on her face.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into dinner at your apartment,” Ellie giggled from her spot on the counter. After our first couple attempts to go out for dinner ended with us simply criticizing the restaurants we went to, we decided to stay in and let me cook. That way we had no complaints.

“Well I am nothing if not charming, and I don’t know if you know this, but I am a chef at a restaurant and I’m very good at what I do,” I said with a wink. She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

“Even if I didn’t work with you Bucky, I’m sure I would’ve found out. You seem to like bragging about that,” she teased and sipped at her wine. I placed my hand on my chest and feigned innocence.

“Me brag? Never,” I stirred the noodles for the spaghetti vongole, which she told me was her favorite, and smirked at her. We fell into a comfortable silence as I worked. Once the noodles were done, I started to prep the vongole sauce. The onions, garlic, and chili’s had to be sauteed with the vongole. I noticed her hands rub from her knee to the hem of her already short skirt and inch it up slightly. I swallowed hard as I added a little white wine to the pan then I rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows revealing the tattoo sleeve on my left arm. I felt her foot trail lightly up the side of my thigh.

“Looking good,” she said, quietly. I chuckled.

“Of course it looks good I’m making it,” I said. My voice quickly lost it’s joking tone when I looked up and found her eyes trailing along the intricate details of my tattoo sleeve. And dropped the spatula I was stirring with when I saw her tongue dart out and run along her red lips.

“I wasn’t talking about the food,” she said, her eyes connecting with mine. We didn’t break eye contact as I stepped between her legs and grabbed her hips, pulling her against me as I connected our lips. She moaned and I felt her hands tangle in my hair. When she finally pulled back to breathe, her nose crinkled. “I smell smoke.” I glanced at the pan and saw black smoke billowing up towards the ceiling.

“Shit!” I exclaimed and started panicking grabbing the pan and covering it with a lid before throwing open a window to let the smoke out. I heard her laughing and damn if it wasn’t a beautiful sound. Once the smoke is gone and the pan has cooled I lift the lid off the pan and reveal the charred bits of food left over. Sheepishly, I look up at her highly amused face and ask, “How do you feel about pizza?” I can’t help but smile as her laughter fills the room.

“Attempting my ass,” I said, “We both know that would’ve been the best damn meal you’ve ever had if you hadn’t distracted me.”

“I distracted you?! You’re the one with the sexy tattoo sleeve that you conveniently didn’t tell me about, then revealed it at a very inappropriate time.” She snarked back, swatting playfully at my ass. I grinned.

“You think my tattoo’s are sexy?” I waggled my eyebrows at her suggestively and she just shook her head as she poured herself a glass of wine and hopped up on the counter.

“I think I established that the other night,” she said, smugly, referring to our very enjoyable night together last week. I smirked.

“Yeah, you did,” I grinned. As usual our banter trailed off a bit as she watched me work. This time I was determined to make the spaghetti vongole and not burn it.

“So you’ve been working with us for a year now and Steve and I wanted to celebrate it. So, we are closing the restaurant this Saturday and Sunday so we can all go out. And if you need to go shopping with Nat or whatever it is you two do when me and Steve aren’t around you can do that on Friday.” She hummed in agreement as she sipped her wine. “You know if Nat and Steve weren’t engaged now, and I hadn’t snatched you up, I’d think you and Nat were a thing.” I commented offhandedly. I’m not gonna lie. I’d had my fair share of fantasies including those two. “By the way, what did you mean by your yoga class was enlightening?” She smirked as she hopped of the counter and placed her wine glass in the sink.

“You know, it’s funny you should mention thinking me and Nat as a thing. Maybe we should be since I figured out she stretches me out better than you do,” I froze for a second before reaching out for her playfully.

“I’ll show you who stretches you out better,” I growled as she shrieked and ran laughing out of the kitchen.

Later when the smoke alarm went off I cursed and jumped out of the bed running into the kitchen to try and prevent a fire when I heard her laughter as she yelled at me.

“Damn it Bucky I’m never gonna be able to enjoy that dish if you keep burning it!”

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Ellie’s POV

“Oh, my God,” Nat laughed as we walked through the store on Friday. We were both looking for a new outfit for the club the boys had picked for us to go out and celebrate my one year anniversary working at the restaurant. “I can’t believe you told him I stretch you out better than he does.” I laughed.

“You should’ve seen his face. It was priceless! And I’m not gonna lie, it was very nice when he ‘proved’ himself. At least, until he burned the spaghetti vongole again,” I said with a laugh. Nat grinned.

“Maybe next time you should let him cook the food and THEN go over to his place because it seems that everytime he cooks that for you, shenanigans happen and it gets burnt,” She suggested with a grin.

“Hey I may not be getting the meal but is it really a crime to have dessert before dinner?” I asked, earning a laugh from the red head.

****Saturday****Bucky’s POV****

Goddammit she’s trying to kill me. I thought as I sat on my bed waiting for Ellie to finish getting ready. I was trying to focus on my phone and not look up when she exited my bathroom where she was video chatting with Nat as they got ready together. I heard the soft murmurs of Nats voice through the phone when Ellie would ask her a question that I had no clue what it meant and the giggles and hushed whispers that filled the air between questions.

She stepped out of the bathroom, body on full display, seriously testing my strength to ask me a question. She smirked when she saw my jaw working as I struggled to keep my eyes above her neck.

“What’s wrong, Bucky, do you not like this set of lingerie?” She asked with feigned innocence, pulling my gaze down, running her hand from her neck down to her hip. I cursed in my head as I looked back up at her.

“You know very well that I love that set,” I said through gritted teeth. She grinned knowingly.

“I was just wondering if you thought I should curl my hair or wear it straight?” she asked sincerely.

“You know also that doesn’t matter to me. I think you are beautiful either way.” I said earning an eyeroll.

“You don’t have a preference?” she asked. I shook my head in the negative. “Fine I’ll ask Nat what she prefers then,” she said playfully, not hearing the groan that elicited from me. I adjusted the front of my pants hoping I could calm down before we left.

I was watching cute cat videos on youtube when Steve called.

“Sup, Steve?” I asked answering the call.

“Do you know that our ladies are video chatting with each other practically naked?” Steve whisper shouted into the phone.

“I had actually just managed to forget that mental image thanks a lot,” I responded rolling my eyes though the thought would surely fuel my fire in the future. “I just hope they finish getting ready soon, cause I don’t know if I’m going to be able to leave if we don’t go soon.”

“Hey Bucky!” I heard Ellie call.

“Gotta go Steve, Ellie’s calling me,” I said before hanging up. I stood up and walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open a bit.

“Yeah, Babe?” I asked and lost any train of thought I may have had when I pushed the door open. I swallowed hard. “Shit.”

“Listen you can’t give me any of that bullshit you’re beautiful no matter what you gave me earlier,” she said. She was holding up two sets of lingerie standing there fully naked. Didn’t she know I wasn’t looking at the lingerie? “I know you aren’t looking at the lingerie, Bucky, so I need you to choose please.” She smirked and I realized I must have said that out loud. One set was black and lacy and there was really no point to wearing it because there wasn’t much to it. The other set was also black and lacy but had strings holding together and once again nothing to it but it would be easier for me to tear off of her later.

“The ones with the strings,” I said, quietly before walking to stand in front of her. I bent to kiss her and she pulled her head away.

“Bucky! Don’t mess up my lipstick.” she said. I shrugged and grabbed her waist.

“Can’t you fix it?” I whined kissing her neck. “You can’t expect me to not want to at least, AT LEAST, kiss you when you are standing in front of me fully naked?” She was still craning her neck away from me when I heard a throat clear behind me.

I whirled around but saw no one, and went to walk out into the bedroom telling Ellie not to move.

“Hi, Bucky,” I heard Nat say and looked on the counter to see Ellie’s phone still set up where her and Nat were on video chat. Ellie giggled as I gave a half hearted wave and just walked out the door to leave her to finish getting ready grumbling the whole time.

*****

Finally, we got out of the apartment and were getting out of the taxi in front of the club where we were to meet Nat and Steve. As we were waiting I couldn’t help but pull Ellie closer into my side when I noticed some of the guys waiting in line to get into the club eyeing Ellie. Ellie giggled and patted my chest.

“It’s okay, Bucky,” she said then reached up on tiptoes and kissed me quickly. Just then Steve and Nat walked up and Ellie stepped away from me to give Nat a hug and they complimented each other as though they hadn’t gotten ready together over video chat.

“We ready to go in?” Steve asked. “Thor put us on the list for tonight so we shouldn’t have to wait.” Thor was a good buddy of ours from high school. We’d all kept in touch through the years and he’d heard we were gonna come to Asgard, his club, to celebrate our co-workers first year with us and he’d insisted on giving us the VIP treatment. We walked up to the security guard and Steve leaned over and gave our names and we were waved into the club.

We walked in and it was like walking into another world. High ceilings and red and gold decorations littered the spacious room as well as many many bodies jumping and dancing to the music the dj was playing. I noticed Ellie start bouncing up and down on her toes and I smiled. I leaned down and placed my mouth at her ear.

“Do you want to get a drink first or dance?” I asked. She looked at me and pointed at the bar with a smile. The four of us made our way to the bar and the bartender grinned widely at Nat and Ellie and leaned over the bar.

“Hello, Ladies, My name is Pietro. What can I get you?” His smile was killer and Ellie smiled at him but leaned up and told me what she wanted before turning to Nat who had done the same with Steve. Pietro nodded his head in concession and listened to our orders before getting started on the drinks.

We all sat at the bar for a while and had a few drinks when I felt a hand clap on my shoulder and turned to see Thor standing behind me.

“Hello, my friends!” He shouted over the music.

“Hey Thor!” I shouted enthusiastically. I shook his proffered hand and waited for him to shake Steve’s as well. “How’s it goin’ man?”

“Very well, my friend, very well,” He said, before offering his hand to Nat and Ellie.

“Oh, right, Thor this is Nat, Steve’s fiancee, and this is Ellie. She’s my girlfriend and also the reason we are celebrating tonight.” I explained to him as he shook their hands.

“Lovely to meet you both. And congratulations,” he said. “I just wanted to pop by and say Hi. I will leave you to your festivities now but first, Pietro!” He grabbed the bartender’s attention. “Put all their drinks on my tab alright?”

“Of course, Mr. Odinson,” Pietro said. Thor wouldn’t hear any of our protests.

“I’m doing a nice thing for my friends,” Thor said, “Accept it and enjoy your evening.” And then he excused himself and we were left at the bar. We were all tipsy and well on our way to drunk.

We all had another drink before I felt Ellie’s hand on the inside of my thigh and felt her warm breath on my ear. My arm slid around her waist as I gripped her closer to my body.

“Bucky, I wanna dance,” she giggled as she nipped my earlobe then pressed a kiss to my jaw. I turned my head and caught her lips with mine. She tasted like the amaretto sour she’d just finished and lipstick. She pulled back when Steve and Nat started yelling get a room. She giggled and grabbed my hand pulling me with her to the dance floor, where we were soon joined by Steve and Nat.

I could feel the music pulsing through my body as we danced and grinded our bodies together in the midst of the throng of people. We were out there for a while, a mess of wandering lips and hands as colors and lights flashed and the music kept playing all around us.

Not long later, Nat came up and grabbed Ellie’s arm and spoke into her ear.

“Hey, we are gonna go to the bathroom. Steve’s at the bar we’ll meet you there when we are done, yeah?” Ellie shouted into my ear. I nodded and before she left she asked me to order her a shot.

I found Steve rather quickly and we both ordered the shots the girls had asked for and drinks for us as well. We were in the middle of a discussion with Pietro about some upcoming basketball games when I felt hands on my waist that slid down into my jeans pockets and Ellie's face popped over my shoulder to plant a kiss on my cheek.

“Is that my shot?” she asked pointing at the shot in front of me. I nodded and grinned as she tossed it back and swallowed it with ease. I pushed a glass of ice water her way.

“This is also for you,” I said and laughed good naturedly at her eye roll. She did however chug about half of the glass.

“I’m gonna go dance with Nat for a while,” she told me walking around to my other side where she had access to grab Nat’s arm. But not before she patted my left pocket and whispered into my ear, “Keep those safe for me, ‘kay?” then bit her lip before pulling Nat with her to dance. I stuck my hand into my pocket confused and pulled out her panties.

“Holy shit,” I said stuffing them back into my pocket and looking at her with surprise all over my face. She winked and then tossed her hair with the beat of the song while Nat gyrated in front of her. I just shook my head and finished of the glass of water before ordering another beer. I turned my seat so I could keep an eye on the girls but still talk to Steve and the guy sitting next to him. I think Sam was his name. We all talked for a while just drinking and enjoying ourselves. I had lost track of the girls but wasn’t too worried as I would see a flash of bright red hair every now and then and know it was Natasha.

Then I heard a lot of yelling and wolf whistling and the crowd parted and...no way. No fucking way. I smacked Steve’s shoulder.

“Dude,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away.

“Just a sec,” Steve said, but I kept shaking him until he finally got annoyed with me. “What the fuck Buck, I’m in the middle….” he trailed off when I turned his stool and pointed at the dance floor. His jaw dropped and he let loose a sentence that would’ve made a sailor blush.

Ellie and Nat were standing in the middle of the dance floor arms wrapped around each other and lips locked together. I couldn’t move even when they broke apart and looked at each other and laughed before linking arms and talking as they walked back to us at the bar.

“Dude, that was the best wedding present ever,” Steve said, “You guys don’t have to get us anything.” I just nodded, unable to do anything else.

She smiled at me so sweetly when she stepped between my legs and pecked my lips which I had somehow managed to close before she got back to me.

“What the…” I said and gestured wildly between her and Nat. She giggled.

“Oh, I just had mentioned that I wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl and she proposed a solution,” she said, then ordered a drink from Pietro who was looking between her and Nat with awe.

“So, how was it?” I asked. She shrugged.

“It was nice,” Ellie said, “She’s a good kisser.” I shook my head and grinned then leaned down to her ear when the music got a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, what I meant to say was, would you do it again, and if you do can I watch?” I joked. She rolled her eyes and laughed before smacking my chest.

“No,” she said.

“So you wouldn’t do it again?” I said, as she picked up her drink and took a sip. She looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye and pulled my ear down to her mouth, her hand on my jaw.

“No, you can’t watch,” she shouted and I groaned.

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You were just turning around to hit the kitchen and box up the brownies so they could be taken out of the house when you heard the front door open. You panicked and looked around the room frantically for anything to cover yourself with and came up short.

“It smells really good in here, Doll. Did you make brownies or chocolate cake today?” You heard his voice before a clunk which you knew was his gym bag. Before you had a chance to respond he was walking into your room groaning around a mouthful of brownie. “Brownies, my favorite…” he trailed off taking in your figure before grinning, “My girlfriend almost naked in my favorite lingerie, also my favorite.” You rolled your eyes even as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“You don’t have to say anything, I know I don’t look as good as I used to,” you muttered, angrily jerking one of his t-shirts out of his dresser. Bucky was confused.

“What are you talking about?” He jerked the t-shirt out of your hand preventing you from putting it on. “You look gorgeous, you always do.” You glared at him and grabbed another t-shirt. Which he also took away.

“Bucky, I’m a fat-ass,” you said, crossing your arms, “I’ve gained a bunch of weight since I started baking and none of my lingerie fits right anymore. Not even just my sexy stuff, even my regular clothes. I had to go buy new jeans the other day, cause I didn’t even fit into my fat jeans.” You sat on your bed, arms still crossed and stared at the floor, trying to bore a hole in it. You missed the anger that flashed across Bucky’s face before he knelt at the bed beside you.

“Doll, look at me,” he said. Your gaze remained on the floor. “I said, look at me.” He said, his tone authoritative. It was a tone you knew well and you didn’t disobey unless you wanted to be punished. Granted you usually enjoyed said punishments. You looked up and saw the storm brewing in his eyes. “Whose girl are you?” he asked, hands placed on either side of you.

“Yours,” you whispered. You couldn’t escape his gaze even if you wanted to. It was hypnotic. You couldn’t even look away to glance and his hands, now gliding over the tops of your thighs.

“And what does being my girl mean?” he asked. His eyes trailed your body, following the movements of his hands. You shivered as the cool metal of his left arm grazed your side, his fingers trailing your spine.

“That I’m yours and no one else’s,” You said. He nodded.

“That’s true,” he said, lips caressing your jaw, “It also means that I protect you, and defend you. I don’t let anyone hurt you. It means that I love you, unconditionally. It means that I take care of you.” His hand slid into your hair and fisted it, angling your head slightly, making you look back into his eyes. “It means that I don’t ever wanna hear you talk about yourself degradingly again. If I won’t allow anyone else to do it, I sure as hell ain’t gonna let you do it, sweetheart. Do you understand me?” He still had a grip in your hair, preventing you from nodding your head.

“Yes, sir,” you said, quietly.

“Good,” he said, releasing his hold on your hair. He stood up. You thought he was gonna head to the kitchen but he pushed your shoulders when you stood up, knocking you back to the bed. You looked up at him as he peeled his shirt off and tossed it across the room. “Babygirl, you aren’t going anywhere until you know just how fucking beautiful you are.”

“But, Bucky, you haven’t eaten dinner yet,” you protested as he laid you back on the bed. He hovered over your body and grinned wickedly at you.