#soldierworn

Walker grins as Bucky stares at him, his words were meant to be teasing maybe taunting even. it had been Walker's idea to spar and with some practical begging on Walker's end, Bucky gave in. they together laid out some ground rules but soon those rules went out the room within five seconds. Walker's serum was different from Bucky's and Walker was stronger than Bucky if the bruise forming under the other's eye was anything to go by.

"whoopsie, my fist slipped." he chuckles, distracted for a moment before being caught off guard as Bucky rushes forward and tackles him. the impromptu attack was probably called for on Bucky's end, but Walker thought otherwise.

Manspreading runs in the family

Having the whole team out of the tower and not on a mission was a miracle in itself.

Clearly, everyone in the city of New York knows who they are. Even Bob, for some odd reason. That press conference after the shadowing really did its rounds on the internet.

So on circumstances like this, Mel has to make sure the whole bar is rented out. For both them and company staff, with a strict invite-only mandate for anyone who's not on the list. It was nice, Bob thought, that they cared this much about their safety. Or maybe it's just to prevent a PR nightmare from happening again. Whatever it was, he was grateful to not be surrounded by complete strangers.

--- it was obvious to dean that bucky was trying to bother him. he wasn't sure what he found so amusing about pushing his buttons in particular, maybe it was how creative his insults usually got, but considering his lack of sleep he wasn't exactly feeling the most creative at the moment. of course, that didn't seem to dissuade bucky. if anything, he seemed to take it as some sort of personal challenge.

the hunter was sure he was expecting he'd lash out. maybe snap at him to shut up already, maybe throw a threat in on top of it. dean wasn't exactly intimidated by the "winter solider" when he'd faced off against things that could literally eat him since he was a pre-teen. besides, as annoying bucky was being, it was also endearing. annoyingly endearing.

so running on 2 hours, cheap gas station coffee, and sheer will dean went with his gut to see if it would earn him a little peace. he figured, why the hell not? what did he have to lose? it would either have him laughing or leaving.

but kissing back...

now that wasn't a card dean expected to be played.

he was smirking to himself. that little 'uhm' he managed to pull seemed to do the trick; he wasn't saying anything at least. and then bucky was wrapping his arms around him and kissing him back.

for about three seconds dean did nothing. he felt like the physical embodiment of a record scratch. but the hell with it, he figured, this was way better than bucky doing his best to bother him. dean's hands fell to bucky's waist and using his larger frame he backed him the few steps against the nearest wall without missing a beat.

dean was taking the return kiss as a challenge and he never hesitated in meeting a challenge head on. if bucky thought he'd back down after that little move he was going to learn that it was much harder to shake dean than that. besides, why wouldn't he want this? it wasn't like he was blind. even if he didn't often outright make moves on guys first, (without a little alcohol involved first) it wasn't like this was his first rodeo or anything.

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It was supposed to be a normal movie night —or as normal as it could be when you’re spending time alone with the guy you liked and trying your best not to do anything stupid that could ruin whatever this thing they had going was. And that was probably the problem. Milo wasn’t sure where they were standing in regards to their dynamic. They had gone out together a couple of times, they laughed and flirted (in their own way), but neither of them had actually made a move. The tension was there, it was clear, and it increased each time they saw one another. Yet, in Milo’s hopeless romantic spirit, he was waiting for the right moment to pull James toward him and kiss him. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind many times, because Milo was someone who would ask for a kiss if after the second or third date nothing had happened. But then again, him and James hadn’t even had a proper date either in the first place. Everything was confusing.

As they watched the movie, Milo got lost in his own thoughts while being self aware of their closeness. He adjusted his position slightly forward so he could rest his head over the backrest at one point, catching a glimpse of James’ profile. Without even realizing, Milo angled his head to be able to see the other man better. James had a killer side profile, even when it was only lightened by the flicking lights of the screen. The man was really attractive, and his focused expression made him look even ten times hotter. Milo couldn’t seem to be able to look away, but he didn’t quite realize he was staring either. Not until he saw the other moving.

James’ actions were so damn fast that didn’t give Milo time to process what was going on, and in just a brief seconds he had the other man straddling him and locking him between his arms. His mouth was partially open matching the surprise expression on his features. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He was completely and utterly blank, and of course, crimson red. Milo could feel the heat not only on his face but his entire body. His heart was pumping so fast he could even hear the thump on his ears. He was going to combust.

He swallowed hard when James traced his fingers over his chest, afraid of even moving an inch and having his body betray him. The other’s breath against  his cheek sent shivers down his spine. Everything James was doing right now was working to fluster and turn him on at the same time. “N-nothing,” he managed to say, though it was a lie. There was a lot he was thinking. His hands slowly came to rest on the other’s thighs, fingers tentatively gripping them. There was nowhere he could go, he was literally trapped, so even if it wasn’t the fairytale vision he had dreamed of, maybe this was the moment he actually had to take his chance. “Well, actually… I um, I was thinking you’re very beautiful.” A beat. Mostly to pull himself together. “And that I really wanna kiss you.”

Having James sitting on his lap felt like enough permission, so there was no need for subtleties now. He turned his head to be able to look at James, wetting his lips as his gaze flicked briefly to James' mouth, giving him time if he wanted to pull back. And with that, he closed the remaining distance, pressing their lips together. Slow, reverent. Like something he had been wanting for ages.

they've been parked outside this man's house long enough for yelena to finish her coffee . if you can even call it coffee . she didn't miss a beat when bucky asked her to tag along ... a chance to meddle in her friend’s love life and put their skills to use . sounds like fun . " his wife is cute . " she's watching her leave , sipping on her coffee as she peeks over sunglasses that have fallen down her nose . fantastic disguises . so far all she brought to the table was pointless commentary and sugary coffee . moral support , she supposes . 

" ooooh , scary police officer . " she knows her nonchalance will earn her a glare . one of which she reacts to with a smug grin . " relax ... i think we can handle this . " dealing with police officers was child's play in her books . although , maybe she should be a little more careful given their new titles as avengers . it's unlikely .