Lips Made For Sin

"Dammit Bucky!" Steve shouted, nursing his broken nose.

"No punk! That's what you get the next time you try to jump in front of a fucking gun for me!" Bucky stormed out of their shared apartment in the Avengers Tower, wiping the blood away fr om his knuckles.

As you can tell, they had a very happy relationship.

Ever since they were young, it was in Steve's blood to jump in without thinking and fight for what was right. It was in Bucky's blood to protect the smart-mouthed asshole that did things without a thought in his head. Their relationship was decided from birth, when they were born with each other's words scrawled over their skin.

They had first met when Steve - small, scrawny Steve, all knobbly knees and sharp elbows - had jumped into a fight with six older guys, for harassing some dame that had said no. Bucky just saw six guys beating on a weaker guy.

He joined and soon pulled Steve away and into a close alleyway. He wiped away the blood from his split lip and gently prodded a black eye. Steve was even worse, having a broken nose, two black eyes and cuts over his cheeks.

"What do ya think you were doing punk? You an idiot or somethin'?" Steve smirked up at him with a twinkle in his eye.

"Better a punk than a jerk."

They'd been together ever since. Even after Steve had gotten the serum and had grown even taller than Bucky, even after they'd lost each to war. Even after seventy years on the ice. They'd always come back to each other.

But one thing had changed in their time apart. An extra set of words was found on their skin. Words that weren't in each other's handwriting. Steve's hung low on his right hip, opposite Bucky's which lay on his left hip.

Bucky's words lay on his left thigh, striped around the leg, resting comfortably next to Steve's which wrapped around his right thigh.

They were still searching for their third soulmate.

Bucky left the tower in huff, still wearing his blood stained battle gear. He ignored the shocked looks and side glances and walked through New York, eager to walk off his anger at Steve. This is what he always did when they fought, he walked his anger off. Sometimes he'd be gone for hours, other times only twenty minutes. Steve didn't understand it, he would rather be in the tower's gym, beating the shit out of punching bags than walking.

But Bucky liked it, it made him feel free.

He walked around all of New York for about three hours before his stomach let out a rumble. The day had become night, so he quickly ducked into a nearby diner before sliding into one of the red vinyl booths. It was a quirky place, with black and white tiled floors and booths that lined the place. Up front there was a long counter with different pastries that were already making his mouth water.

He was distracted by a voice at his side. Looking over, he saw that it belonged to the prettiest dame he had ever seen. She had beautiful, full, red lips made for sin and soft curves that went on forever. He tuned into to what she was saying.

"Seriously dude, you're getting blood everywhere and it's going to stain the booths and I cannot afford to piss my boss of right now and it's kinda scaring the shit outta me, so if you could just, like, move I would totally appreciate it." He felt the blood drain out of his face and his eyes go wide. She obviously noticed his sudden panic and spoke even quicker.

"I could totally call 911 for you if you want. Like you look like you need medical attention. Well you look pretty hot actually," Her cheeks blushed a deep pink, but she continued in her babble. "But you still look like you're covered in blood. Well you are covered in blood, and I kinda really need you to clean up or get out."

Suddenly she was over his shoulder and he was walking out of the diner. The woman shouted at the other waitresses.

"Don't call the police! Call my dad!" Was all she got out before the door slammed closed behind them.

Bucky couldn't force himself to care too much about who her dad was, when he was focusing on her impossible curves pressing against his back. Steve had to meet her before Bucky scared her off. Not that he was making a first impression. She was just too damn perfect.

Steve had to meet her.

*****

The Avengers Tower was coming into sight, and Darcy had given up shouting and hitting him with her hands. There was no way that she was escaping the built and bloodied guy.

Suddenly the night was lit up by a shining metal.

"Time's up asshole." She said triumphantly into his back, not stopping the grin from stretching over her face.

Iron man's voice sounded through the air, followed by the Captain's.

"You have five seconds to put her down before I fucking destroy you."

"You best listen to him son. Just put her down nice and easy."

Bucky grinned at Steve's use of the 'America is disappointed in you' voice.

"Stevie," He said quietly. "I found her."

"Bucky?!" He said, not hiding the confusion from his tone. "What are you doing?"

"Yeah, what the fuck are you doing?" Tony repeated, his face plate lowered.

"Yeah asshole. What the fuck are you doing?" Darcy shouted, slamming her hands into his back. He made no movement, as if it didn't affect him whatsoever.

"Stevie, it's her. I found her." He said, moving closer to them. Steve took a glance at Tony before walking around Bucky to look at the woman hanging from his shoulder. She glared up at him with fire in her eyes. Steve smiled despite himself. She was absolutely perfect, a spitfire if he ever saw one.

"You better stop standing there like an absolute fucking dick and get this asshole to put me the fuck down." She snarled at him, red lips contorted in anger. Steve found another part of himself standing at attention even though it was completely inappropriate.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry about this, he just panics sometimes." Darcy felt her eyes going wide. The mystery dude slowly lowered her to the ground, whilst Darcy kept her eyes trained on the muscle-bound blonde with a cute smile to die for.

The other dude - who was equally fucking beautiful - stood next to the blonde with a killer smirk.

"Sorry doll, you just had to meet Stevie." Darcy felt like fainting. Their moment was interrupted by Tony's sudden shout.

"Oh fuck no." Darcy was suddenly in arms made of metal as Iron man flew into the air.