Together
Waking up in a room that is not your own is excessively disorienting. Bucky jerked awake, the sunlight from the large window across from the bed he had slept in blinding him slightly. A faint chuckle from his left had him looking towards the source of the noise, his shoulders relaxing when he realized where he was and how he had gotten there. He then remembered Steve’s confession as well as his own, a blush creeping up his neck at the memory. Steve stepped cautiously towards the bed, his hand reaching out towards a still sleepy Bucky.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Steve grinned, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Suddenly, Bucky couldn’t help but smile, not used to being complimented by gorgeous super soldiers.
“Morning. So, you mentioned needing to talk the last time I was conscious,” Bucky replied, the fogginess of his long overdue sleep slowly receding.
“Yea, I think we cleared up what I wanted cleared up last night though. I like you, you like me. I guess the only unanswered question that is truly pertinent right now is: would you be willing to date me?” Steve questioned. Bucky’s eyes widened a bit, the certainty in Steve’s voice stunning Bucky’s still mostly clouded brain. Vigorously, Bucky nodded his head, looking down towards his lap, somewhat embarrassed at his eagerness. Steve, quite literally, giggled at Bucky’s excitement, his hand reaching towards Bucky’s. Gently, Steve took Bucky’s hand into his own, bringing it up to his face and brushing his lips against Bucky’s knuckles with a smile, glancing up through his lashes at Bucky, adoring the blush that stained his cheeks.
“How are you so damn pretty?” Steve asked, nearly laughing out loud at the audible choking noise Bucky made, his eyes looking anywhere except for Steve.
“Hungry? It’s almost nine, we could go get breakfast,” Steve mentioned, actively holding Bucky’s hand and pulling him out of the bed, using his other hand to soothe out Bucky’s bed head. Still exceedingly flustered, Bucky nodded his head minutely, thinking breakfast would probably be a good idea. Stumbling slightly, Bucky smiled as Steve, somewhat worriedly, tucked Bucky under his arm, leading them towards the communal kitchen.
“Fucking FINALLY,” Natasha and Clint exclaimed in sync, smiles plastered on their faces. Tony and Bruce couldn’t help but smile as they watched the couple enter the kitchen and proceed to be adorable and domestic as they made pancakes. As they sat down to eat, the rest of the crew left to go about their own business, but not before they congratulated the couple on finally coming to their senses and getting together.
“Well, what’re you going to be doing today?” Steve asked as he walked with Bucky towards the communal living room, the TV displaying the end credits of Jurassic Park.
“Nothing as far as I know, Tony wanted me to take a day to myself and just not think about projects and what not. We’ve both been really stressed about this new project.”
“Tell me about it. I’m no genius like yourself or Tony but I am curious,” Steve said, pulling Bucky down onto the loveseat and into his side, his arm wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders.
“Well, honestly I guess it’s not that exciting. It’s mostly for fun, but it would be practical at some point. Tony thought we could use a synthetic material to make soundproofing fabric, much like the technology T’Challa displayed last time he dropped by to talk with you all. If only I had been around to ask questions then, this would probably be going better. I guess, in essence, Tony wants to make synthetic vibranium. Though that’s likely impossible, you know Tony. Once he sets his sights on something he won’t stop until he achieves his goal or literally cannot move forward. Hey, what’re you staring at? Is there something on my face?” Bucky had to ask, catching Steve staring at his mouth. He subconsciously licked his lips and noticed Steve’s Adam’s apple bob. Steve didn’t respond but simply glanced up at Bucky’s eyes, his pupils dilated. Bucky understood, suddenly, why he was staring and nodded slightly, giving Steve silent permission to kiss him, if he liked. The grin on Steve’s face was radiant and made his eyes crinkle at the corners, causing Bucky to smile in response before his mouth was captured in a gentle kiss. Although gentle, Bucky’s breath was still taken away by the kiss, his mind suddenly going silent instead of racing around from idea to idea as it normally did. Steve smiled into the kiss, bringing his head to the back of Bucky’s head. Bucky leaned onto Steve, kissing a bit more eagerly before breaking away to gulp down air, a smile planted permanently on his face. Steve’s expression mirrored Bucky’s, his hands grazing up and down Bucky’s sides.
Bucky pressed his forehead to Steve’s as his eyes closed, his breathing going back to normal. He could have sworn he’d heard Steve mutter something about how amazing Bucky was, but, he figured, that was likely his imagination.