#oneshotscollection

“What a pretty sight,” the door slid open when you were lying on your bed and scrolling through the datapad to gain some updates from the crew. You were wearing your thin white tank top and some comfortable lounge shorts. You looked up away from the screen and your eyes laid on the tall man who has just entered your room. Finally, he learned to skip the knocking, he was always welcomed.

“Good evening,” you whispered when he came up close to your bed and sat on its edge.

“Good evening,” he replied politely and you sat up straight, seeing something in his eye. You knew that look, he had something important to tell you. “Can I speak with you?”

“Always,” you assured him, shifting on the mattress and sitting cross-legged right next to him.

“Can I touch you?” he uttered silently as if he was scared the words could have had an everlasting effect on something or someone in the room. He didn’t want to disturb what you shared.

You considered his words for a minute before briefly nodding your head. Given the approval, his hand caressed the column of your throat, travelling up until it reached your cheek. His skin was delicate against your own and you closed your eyes, giving in to the new sensation.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he spoke and shivered. You remembered when he told you that it wasn’t a concept he was familiar with. At least not back then.

“Why haven’t you asked for it earlier?”

Hi sighed, his fingers still touching you. “I’m not entirely sure,” he lied. He knew and you knew the reason behind it but you decided to wait for him to reveal it himself instead of forcefully breaking his walls down.

You woke up to the pair of beautiful blue orbs staring right at your face. Erik’s thumb was caressing your cheek, gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Good morning,” his voice was hoarse and sweet with remainings of sleep.

“Good morning,” you replied with a smile. You took great joy in finding out he was still by your side whenever you would wake up. It wasn’t always like that.

“Would you care for some breakfast, love?” he asked. You stretched out slightly considering if you wanted to get out of bed already but the warmth radiating from his skin made your body adjust in the sheets once more, but this time a little bit closer to your lover.

“It can wait,” you muttered.

He agreed and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there for much longer than needed. Suddenly and without uttering a word, your heart rate increased and you knew his breathing did as well. A lazy, Sunday morning has just turned into a mischievous one.

Erik’s lips found yours and he bit your lower lip, gently pulling at it and making you moan for more. He climbed on top of you and made sure your hands stayed on both sides of your head, unmoving while he was showering you with rushed kisses. You arched your back, begging him for touch and caress. Once you felt the metal binds wrapping around your wrists and keeping them secured in place, it was too late. Erik pulled away from you and smiled with pride shining brightly in his eyes.

“Okay… This is new,” you whispered without a complaint in your voice.

“I thought you might grow to like it,” he stated and bent over to continue his way down your stomach. His hands travelled alongside his lips, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Once he reached the band of your panties, his blue eyes met yours as if he needed a permission from you. Once it was granted, his nails dug deep into your skin and he pulled the lingerie off with his teeth.

“Do you like it when I touch you like that?” he whispered while kissing the inner side of your thighs, his light stubble scratching your skin. You didn’t need to answer that question, the way your body reacted to his was enough. He pinned down your hips and you melted under him, allowing your body to become his possession.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to interrupt you," you watched as David turned on his heel to leave the room. You had just picked up a book that you've been meaning to read but suddenly the plot seemed less significant to you now.

“C’mere, come sit with me,” you patted the spot on the couch and scoot over to leave more space for him. He hesitated for a brief second before closing the door and joining you.

"An interesting read?" he asked, glancing at the pages and already knowing the title.

You shrugged. "Not as engaging as I was hoping," as if to prove your words you put it down on the small table and looked back at David whose eyes have been fixed on you already. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"I just wanna cuddle," he whispered and you chuckled at his bold tone.

"I see that the word finally grew on you, David."

"It did seem rather trivial before," he admitted. "But last night you managed to shift my views."

And just like that, David's arms embraced your body his touch gently lulling you to sleep.

“Bucky,” you warned him but the not so subtle grin was dancing on your lips. “Don’t bother.”

“He’s been staring at you the entire evening,” Barnes’ smile was different, dangerous and bold. You were expecting him to start showing his teeth at any given moment.

“It’s not a big deal,” you covered his hand with your own and tried to soothe his uneasiness. His muscles were tense and you knew it was an introduction to the real problem. You turned your head to look at the man sitting on a stool, only a few people separating you and him in the crowded bar. Locking his eyes with yours he smiled and winked in a playful way raising his glass as if in a toast. You wanted to look back at Bucky and laugh it all off but he was already on his way. “Damn it,” you muttered, biting your lower lip.

The poor guy didn’t know what’d hit him. One moment he was peaceful sipping his beer and the very next a metal arm was tugging at his collar pulling him back. He tried to recover his balance but instead of grabbing the countertop his nails were scratching the wooden surface filling the room with rather unpleasant sounds.

“Quit lookin’ at my girl, or I’ll bash your fuckin’ head in,” the smile was still present on Bucky’s lips as he whispered the threat into the man’s ear. In response, the other one nodded briefly and as soon as he was free he left his drink and run away not turning away once.

"Where were we?” Bucky smiled, draping his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re impossible,” you shook your head in disbelief.

“That’s why you love me,” he replied and kissed your forehead.

“Victor, that’s enough,” you hissed, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand back on his knees.

He looked at you. At first, his eyes seemed to be filled with something between fear and distaste but as you stared back, they melted into amusement.

“I thought you liked my claws,” he teased, taking another sip of his drink.

You looked around the room. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be too caught up in the games playing on the TV screen to notice a stranger with nails long enough to slit their throats. You took a deep breath and looked back at him, this time your gaze was soft.

“I do,” you admitted and he didn’t even try to hide his reaction to this little confession. His hand moved from his to your knee and wandered up your thigh, caressing the delicate skin underneath your skirt. You stopped him. “We can’t, not right here.”

“You weren’t complaining last night,” he pouted. Your cheeks turned red at the thought of the last night. You allowed him to use his claws in ways more inappropriate than the woodcarvings left on the bar. You could still feel the aftermath of it on your back.

“You’re impossible,” you turned away from him to hide your smile.

He draped his arm over your shoulder and laughed, pulling you closer. The subtle scratch on your hand was another promise made by him.

"We should've taken the chance and get back to the ship," Janek complained. You rolled your eyes hearing the same words being said for the hundredth time. Surprisingly enough, it didn't seem to improve the situation you had found yourself in. If anything, those few useless words were making your entire team more irritated.

"It won't help us now, captain," you claimed and sat on the floor searching your bag for supplies. David crouched down next to you and offered you a somewhat reassuring smile which you took with gratitude. Well, at least one person in the room was able to keep their nerves in check. "We can survive the night out here, we just need to be careful," you said.

"Fuck, it's cold," captain's voice was distorted by his chattering teeth.  As if to further prove his words, Janek wrapped his arms around his body.

"We should prepare for the nightfall," David urged. "Captain's right, you will not survive the night without proper attire."

"You could just hold me, you know," you teased, whispering into David's ear but Janek still managed to catch that.

“Dude, hold me,” he mocked your voice and laughed for a brief moment before the trembling became too intense to focus on anything else.  

With David's help, you were able to put up an airtight tent. Janek made sure you had something mildly warm to eat and drink before sleeping. "(y/n), which one do you prefer? Modified fake food or fake modified food?" he smiled handing you one of the tin cans.

"I see you were correct, (y/n)," David looked at you with an amused expression. "We really did arrive prepared for anything."

“Don’t get sarcastic with me!” you gently pushed his shoulder and in return, he pretended to be affected by it. The three of you spend the night, tangled up and holding each other closely.

You entered the code and the door slid open. You were about to continue the examination of the newly acquired sample which showed signs of being a life form in the past but you stopped in your tracks seeing someone else bending over the table.

"David?" you said with a surprise in your voice to which he briefly responded with an apologetic shrug.

"I simply couldn't stop myself," he explained while his eyes remained fixed on the tube. "This sample proved to be incredibly fascinating. Here," he motioned for you to join him at the desk while he put the sample in the testing chamber. With a few lines of code, you noticed movement inside it and came closer to gain a better view. Some kind of entity seemed to be created within the liquid.

"I used what little parts of their language I could translate to our codes and analyzed a few accidental combinations," he said. You looked at him with a mixture of awe and annoyance since he wasn't authorized to work on the samples without you.

"I didn’t know you could do that," you said raising your eyebrow and you were met with another amused look.

"It's pleasing to know I can still surprise you, miss."

Before you had the chance to think of an answer the sound of alarm filled the room and your attention was shifted to the tiny sample located in the chamber. Something was trying to break free and you wouldn't take that chance. "Neutralize the threat, David," you asked him and he hesitated. "Now, please!"

He complied with a somewhat displeased look on his face and you watched as the systems were rewriting previous commands in an attempt to erase the potential danger. After what felt like an eternity, the alarm stopped and you were able to breathe again.

"Curiosity killed the cat, little one,” David spoke, bending over the container as if mourning the unknown creatin of his.

You rested your head in your hands, feeling the rosy blush searing through your cheeks. You let your guard down and Bucky could have gotten in harm's way. No, this statement wasn't even close to the truth. He would be captured, tortured or experimented on and maybe even killed. All because of your flawed memory which had caused you to forget about double checking the staircase before leaving in the morning.

"I'm so sorry, I know it's my fault," your voice was muffled and barely audible. Bucky was standing in front of you but has yet to utter a word. He was forced to check the entire building, taking an even greater risk but thankfully, your temporary home remained untouched by the agents.

"It's alright," he crouched down in front of you and gently pulled your hands away from your face. The embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of failure turned you into a trembling mess but living on edge of being exposed for so many months might have had something to say on the matter as well. "We're safe."

"What if they're waiting outside?" you questioned. "I messed up."

"No one else is here, it’s just me and you," his metal arm tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Trust me."

"I do," you sighed. "But I'm not sure if I deserve the same."

"Everyone makes mistakes. You're a human after all," he smiled softly.

"But--"

“Kiss me,” he chimed in. "And we'll pretend like nothing happened."

"It doesn't work like that," you replied but his offer was tempting.

"It does between us," he shrugged.

You scoffed and he took it as a yes.