"Where else did that bastard touch you?" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he took in the two black eyes, and broken nose Natasha had to give herself in order to defeat Dreykov once and for all.
"James, I told you it's fi-"
"It's not fine!" Bucky said, eyes still scanning for injuries.
"Shirt off, now."
Natasha rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to go hunting for them, and I promise you, I will find out." Bucky said when she didn't follow his order.
When stubbornness won out, despite the threat, Bucky growled and pulled the widow into his arms, by the front of her shirt.
Using his vibranium arm to trap her against his chest, his real hand began probing her neck gently incase she'd injured it.
Then down each arm, which were slightly sore.
Finally, his hand slipped under her shirt, and began inspecting her ribs. Natasha stiffened the moment her began poking at her uppermost rib, not from pain though.
"James-"
He ignored her, moving on to the next rib, making Natasha bite her lip to keep from giggling. His gentle touch tickled, and he was being so damn methodical about it!
"Quit squirming." Bucky commanded as he moved towards the middle of Natasha's ribcage.
"This would have been easier with your shirt off, but no. We had to be stubborn didn't we?"
Natasha's face was burning, the giggles building in her throat, the lower Bucky went the worse the tickling got. There was some pain, most likely bruised ribs at worst, but mostly it just tickled!
Finally satisfied the state of her ribs, Bucky began poking around her stomach, this was Natasha's undoing.
She couldn't help the deep belly laugh that burst forth as he tickled her, shaking her head, the widow tried to escape, but Bucky held her fast.
"Nohohoho, stahahahap, plehehehese!" Natasha begged, wincing slightly at a sore spot, probably from when she'd been kicked in the stomach.
Bucky took in her giggling, beet red face, and finally stopped. Smoothing a hand over her stomach to rid her of the tickling sensation.
"If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him myself for laying a hand on you." Bucky said darkly, once Natasha had stopped giggling.
"But he is dead, he'll never hurt anyone ever again." Natasha said, allowing Bucky to shepherd her to their bed.
"Yes well, looks like someone is getting her knees and toes tickled until the bruises heal." Bucky said, reaching down to tickle Natasha behind the knee, which sent the black widow into hysterics once again.
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Coming home from a mission was always stressful for Natasha.
For one, she wanted to be absolutely sure no one followed her back to her apartment. For another, she didn’t like coming home to silence.
But mostly, it was because ever since Bucky had moved in, she was afraid of leading someone back to him.
Tonight, when she came home, still dressed in the disguise she’d worn on her mission. He met her at the door with a kiss. And she knew he could tell she was on edge.
After the third or fourth time of her jumping every time someone walked down the hall outside their door, Bucky felt he had to do something.
The little black dress that she wore was strapless, with slits down the side that left very little to the imagination. and left a lot of her figure exposed.
“You’re so tense,” Bucky sighed, while Natasha’s focus was directed out the window to the parking lot below.
“Let’s do something about that.”
Before Natasha could react, Bucky’s good hand was exploring her ribcage, ticking her vulnerable ribs. Instantly, the redheaded widow jumped up from the couch where they’d been sitting, Bucky had a smile on his face and a light in his eyes, Natasha knew that look.
“Run.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Kicking off her heels, Natasha sprinted for the bedroom, Bucky in hot pursuit behind her.
He chased her around the room, like a cat playing with a mouse, until at last he had her cornered between the bed and the wall.
“Don’t you dare.” Natasha said as her boyfriend approached her, Bucky still had that look on his face, maybe if she was quick enough she could still escape.
She waited a moment too long, no sooner had she thought about escaping, then Bucky had grabbed her and wrestled her onto the bed.
“I think someone, needs to relax.” Bucky said once she was on the bed and he was hovering over her.
“This is not my idea of relaxing!” A devilish smirk came over Bucky’s face at Natasha’s words.
“James!” Her voice held a warning. Which he ignored, retaliating with a playful:
“Natalia.” Before reaching for her with both hands, fingers, cold vibranium and warm flesh, digging into her sensitive ribcage.
Natasha exploded into giggles, but every time she reached for him to try and stop him from tickling her, he quickly dodged her.
It was a general rule, that they didn’t use restraints when they did this, it reminded them both too much or the ordeals they had been through. But it seemed like they didn’t need them, because every time he tickled her Natasha was rendered helpless by laughter.
“There’s that pretty smile!” Bucky cooed as he tickled her lower ribs.
“Go to hell!” Was Natasha’s response through laughter. Which only went up an octave when Bucky began to tickle her stomach.
“So rude,” he said mock offended, Natasha shook her head, still laughing as she tried to throw the super soldier off of her, but to no avail.
“Apologize.” But Natasha was laughing too hard, as the soldier spidered his fingers over her abdomen.
“No? I guess I got to bring out the big guns then.” Bucky said ceasing the tickling to Natasha’s stomach.
Natasha frowned to herself, what was he planning? Usually, her stomach was her kill spot, Bucky could tickle her there for hours, hell. Natasha was so sensitive on her stomach that kisses even tickled!
And then she felt it.
the light scratching on the ball of her nylon clad foot.
The Black Widow squealed and tried to pull away, but Bucky quickly put her feet in a headlock.
“Say you’re sorry.” Bucky instructed, as Natasha tried in vain to free her feet.
“No, no, no, Jahahamse!” Once again, Bucky was tickling her, just below the toes. Normally, tickling Natasha’s feet would result in a few giggles. But the silky black nylon was only making matters worse.
“I don’t think that’s an apology.” He was scratching at her arches now, clearly enjoying himself, Natasha could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard.
“I-I’m sohohohohohohory! Please! James, I- I can’t...”
“What are you sorry for?” Damn him! He said it as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. All the while, switching between her arches and tickling her toes.
“I’m sohohohry for telling you to go to hell!” Natasha said, but the torture didn’t stop.
“And, what else?”
“A-And for coming ho-home so tense!” Those must have been the magic words, because Bucky released her feet, and smiled at her.
“Do you feel better now?” He asked, laying down beside her on the bed.
“I’m just trying to protect us.” Natasha said flinching away, expecting more tickles.
“I know,” His metal hand reached up to play with her hair.
“But I promise you, there’s nowhere safer than here.” The cool metal of the vibranium was massaging her scalp now, and Natasha sighed.
