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Hi! If requests are open can you write something about Val making the team do an interview for PR and Bucky being an old man does not unstand slang. The host asks something about what they do for cheat days and Bucky’s like, “What do you mean? I’m very happy with my partner why would i ever want to cheat?” and the clip goes viral. The thunderbolts will not stop teasing him and his partner is v pleased and smothers him w affection. Thank you!!
Val has the smile of someone about to ruin everyone’s afternoon.
You clock it the second you walk into the briefing room and see the camera setup: two ring lights, a mic clipped to the table, and a bored-looking PR host scrolling on their phone like this is just another Tuesday.
“This is for optics,” Val says sweetly. “Short. Harmless. Humanizing.”
Bucky Barnes squints at the camera like it personally wronged him.
“I don’t like it,” he mutters under his breath, arms crossed. “Feels like one of those… YouTube confessionals.”
You slide into the chair beside him, knee bumping his. “You’ll survive. Just smile and don’t say anything incriminating.”
He glances down at you, suspicious. “What’s incriminating these days?”
“Literally everything,” Yelena says from across the table. “Just breathe and pretend you are a normal man.”
Bucky huffs. “I am normal.”
You bite your lip to keep from laughing and squeeze his metal hand under the table.
The host finally looks up. “Okay! We’re rolling in three… two—”
The red light blinks on.
The interview starts out fine. Safe questions. Favorite movies. Who’s the messiest in the kitchen. John Walker lies through his teeth. Alexei flexes unprompted. Bucky answers everything politely, stiff but earnest, like he’s back at a war bonds rally.
You can tell he’s trying. God, he’s trying.
Then the host grins and says, “Alright, fun one—what’s your go-to cheat day food?”
There’s a pause.
You feel Bucky go still beside you.
“…Cheat,” he repeats slowly, like he’s tasting the word. “Day.”
The host nods. “Yeah! Like when you break your diet. Indulge a little.”
Bucky’s brows knit together. He looks genuinely distressed.
“I don’t… understand the question.”
Yelena’s eyes light up. You feel danger ripple through the room.
The host chuckles. “You know—when you cheat?”
Bucky turns to them fully now, sincerity dialed to eleven. “Why would I cheat?”
You freeze.
The host blinks. “Uh—on your diet?”
Bucky shakes his head firmly. “I’m very happy with my partner.”
There’s a beat of absolute silence.
“And,” he continues, nodding like this is the most obvious thing in the world, “cheating is wrong.”
Somewhere off-camera, a producer chokes.
The host laughs, unsure. “Right—but—”
“No,” Bucky says, gentle but unwavering. “I’ve lived long enough to know you don’t throw away something good for a ‘cheat.’ If I want something sweet, I just… ask.”
He shrugs. “Communication is important.”
The red light is still on.
Val’s smile has frozen into something murderous.
You stare straight ahead, face burning, heart doing somersaults in your chest.
The clip is over within minutes. The interview wraps early. Val disappears with a curt nod and a promise of “damage control.”
The moment the camera’s off, the room explodes.
“Oh my god,” Yelena wheezes. “Cheat day is cheating on his girlfriend.”
Alexei clutches his chest. “This man is too pure for television.”
Walker smirks. “Barnes, you just told the internet you’re whipped.”
Bucky blinks, genuinely confused. “Is that bad?”
You turn to him, eyes shining. “No,” you say softly. “That’s… kind of perfect.”
He relaxes instantly at your tone, shoulders dropping. “Good. ‘Cause I meant it.”
You don’t even make it back to your shared apartment before your phone starts buzzing.
Notifications. Tags. Clips.
The video has already been cut, captioned, subtitled.
“Why would I cheat? I’m very happy with my partner.”
— Bucky Barnes, accidentally redefining loyalty
It’s everywhere.
When you open the door, Bucky barely has time to set his jacket down before you’re on him.
Your arms wrap around his waist. You press kisses into his shoulder, his jaw, his cheek. He laughs, startled, instinctively holding you like you might fall otherwise.
“Whoa—hey—what’s goin’ on?”
“You,” you mumble into his neck. “Went viral.”
His body tenses. “I didn’t say anything classified, did I?”
You pull back just enough to cup his face. “No. You said something… incredibly sweet.”
He searches your expression, still unsure. “I didn’t embarrass you?”
“Bucky,” you say, kissing him again, softer this time. “You just told millions of people you wouldn’t ‘cheat’ because you love me.”
His ears go pink immediately.
“Well,” he mutters, ducking his head, “it’s true.”
You beam, hands sliding into his hair. “I’m never letting you live this down.”
From the couch, his phone buzzes again. Yelena, no doubt.
He groans. “They’re never gonna shut up about this, are they?”
“Nope,” you say cheerfully, peppering his face with kisses. “But I will be shutting you up.”
He snorts. “That sounds like a threat.”
“Promise,” you correct, smiling as he pulls you closer, still a little confused—but very, very pleased.
This has gone viral and I’m happy to say I know this kid. She really is a prodigy. (She designed phenomenal wedding outfits for me and my husband to be) On being told about her newfound celebrity she pronounced, “Maybe I’ll be as famous as Jane Austen one day.” Gabi is 10. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
