Fuck Off Fury
Iris’s POV
“I love you.”
The last words Bucky blurted out in a hesitant rush. Iris felt her heart finally crack under all the emotional pressure she had been feeling over the past few weeks, hell years.
“I love you.” Bucky repeated more calmly. “I just never knew how to say it and seeing you with…with Stark, I just couldn’t stand it. I should’ve…”
Before Bucky could say another word Iris crashed her lips into his. Bucky seemed to melt at her touch as wrapped both his arms around her body. Iris pulled his head in closer, their lips brushing over each other as they initial ferocity calmed down into a peaceful romance.
They stopped for a second with their noses touching. Iris realized her eyes were closed and when she opened them she was greeted by Bucky’s icy blues. The same eyes that had pierced into her that first night on the rooftop. The same ones that she had fell head over heels in love with.
“I love you too.”
They both smiled before pushing their lips together once more. Iris ran her fingers through Bucky’s mid-length hair, pulling slightly at the roots. Bucky clamped her body closer, looming over her on the small couch.
He paused once more, lifting his hand to her face to brush a single lock of hair away from her eyes before resuming their session.
Iris slid her hand down from the back of Bucky’s neck and slipped it down his back. His hips jutted into hers, putting more pressure on Iris’s much smaller frame. Panic began to seep into her mind but one look into Bucky’s reassuring eyes was enough to push it back down.
Bucky had begun to move his lips down her chin and onto her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Iris gasped breathily, pulling Bucky in closer.
Without warning there was a sharp knock on the door before it swung open. Iris basically pushed Bucky off of her as Fury walked into the room.
“Having fun, are we?” He tutted.
“Fury what the hell! You can’t just barge into my room like this!” Iris shouted, rearranging her oversized shirt which somehow had made it on her the previous night. How it did she might never know.
“I knocked.”
“And I never said you could come in! How did you even get in!?”
“Never mind that. You have been training with the rest of the team, correct?”
Iris huffed and looked over to Bucky who had stood up and was doing his best to look intimidating but with his disorganized hair and clothes it wasn’t working to it’s full ability. The bright red state of his face wasn’t doing much either.
“I have. Why does it matter?”
“Well I’ve hired you to be an Avenger so I think it is about time you work as one.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what it means. Briefing room in fifteen minutes, the both of you.”
Iris looked at Bucky with hesitance in her eyes. He returned the look.
“Jesus, at least let me recover from my hangover first.”
Fury just chuckled and left Iris’s room, not even bothering to close the door.
“That man is impossible.” Iris sighed as she walked to her bedroom.
“Tell me about it.” Bucky rolled his eyes and followed her.
Iris opened her closet when she noticed Bucky was standing in the doorway.
“You just gonna watch or are you gonna get ready yourself.” Iris chuckled as Bucky’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
“Oh. Sorry I didn’t realize.” Bucky began to walk out the door.
“And Bucky, I mean what I said.” Bucky peeked back through the doorway. “I do love you.”
They both smiled at each other before Bucky left to his own room.