Bucky x Reader
“Senior Project”
Sam was already giving you grief the moment you stepped into the hangar.
“Man, I still don’t get it,” he said, leaning against the railing like he had all day to roast you. “You could’ve picked anyone in this world, and you went for the old man who still calls the fridge an ‘icebox.’”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Oh, come on, Sam. Don’t act like you don’t see the appeal.”
Bucky, walking a step ahead, glanced back at you with that wary, please don’t look he always got right before you opened your mouth and set something on fire.
“In fact,” you continued sweetly, “I call him my senior project.”
Bucky froze. Sam choked on a laugh so hard he had to lean on the railing for support.
“You—” Sam wheezed. “Oh, my God. I’m never letting you live that down.”
Bucky’s ears went bright red, his jaw clenching like he was trying to physically hold back a retort. “You know,” he muttered, turning back to you, “for someone who likes kissing me so much, you sure talk a lot about my age.”
You grinned innocently. “Well, you are over a century old. I’m just making sure I get extra credit for the experience.”
Sam lost it again. “Extra credit! Oh, this is gold.”
Bucky stepped closer, metal hand brushing the small of your back in a silent we’ll talk later promise that made your stomach flip.
“Yeah, laugh it up,” he told Sam, not taking his eyes off you. “She’s still coming home with me.”
Sam just shook his head, still chuckling. “Senior project… damn.”
And as Bucky ushered you out of the hangar, you swore you could feel him plotting exactly how he was going to make you pay for that comment later—probably in ways that would make you regret (and then not regret) saying it at all.
