"scandalous" pictures
Bucky was on his stomach, sprawled across his bed when Sunday morning came around.
It had only been about five hours since the night had really ended, and the group had gone their separate ways- Sam and Bucky one way, and the other three the opposite way. They had managed to sit at the bar and talk for four hours until Nat noticed Clint practically sleeping in his beer.
Now, it was eight in the morning, and Sam was up, bright and early. He managed a regular routine of waking up at the same time no matter what happened the night before, and last night was no different. He would brush his teeth, change into his running clothes and go for an hour run around the campus. He'd come back, shower, and sit at the table to drink his coffee and read from whatever material had stolen his attention that day.
When Sam had finished reading and drinking his coffee, he sat back in his chair and stretched, looking at his watch for the time. It was almost ten at this point, and his roommate was still in his room with the door shut and no noise coming out.
Odd, Sam thought, Buck usually was out to eat breakfast with me around this time.
So Sam got up from his seat and marched over to Bucky's door and knocked on his door. He waited a moment, but no answer. He knocked again, a little louder, and then waited a few moments- to no avail. There was no answer. Sam sighed, annoyed at his roommate for not waking up to eat breakfast with him. But he knew that Bucky never slept in, always working, never letting himself indulge.
And between last night and this morning, Sam was more than happy to let this become a habit of Bucky's, especially if it meant that smile on his face when they exchanged good nights at their bedroom doors. Sam would give anything to have his best friend happy like that, and he would let his best friend sleep in this morning.
***
"Get your butt up, Rogers."
Steve ignored the voice (which sounded suspiciously like Clint, the little shit) and turned to the other side of the bed, shifting his body to face the wall.
"Come on, Captain, you've been slacking," Clint pokes his back. "You haven't been to the gym in months and it's time that we change that."
Steve groans. "Barton, you haven't been to the gym either."
"That's not the point- the point," Clint plops on Steve's bed and sprawls across Steve, "is that now you have a boyfriend, you gotta maintain that bod of yours."
Steve squirms under Clint's body weight, groaning as he tried to push him off. "He's not my boyfriend, Clint, so- UGH, get off me you moron."
Clint cackles and wraps himself tighter around Steve, who responds with a rather lady-like squeal. "You fucker, get off!"
Clint tuts and sighs, and then lifts himself off of Steve and stands back up. "What time is it?"
"Ten thirty, so get up, Captain!" Clint exclaims, and Steve groans loudly and throws a pillow at his head, and Clint cackles as scrolls through his phone and taps on something with an evil smile.
"What are you doing?" Steve jumps up at the sight of Clint's smile.
"Nothing."
"Clint, tell me what- Clint!"
The parkour-driven roommate jolts out of the room and his footsteps echo through the hallway. Steve sighs and chases after his roommate, who he finds-ten seconds later- had climbed on top of the fridge in the kitchen.
"How the fuck did you get up there?" Steve asks with disbelief.
"I get bored when you're not home," Clint says nonchalantly, as if it explains everything (which, knowing Clint, it kind of does).
"But how ar- Barton, what did you just do on your phone?"
"I took this picture of you," Clint bends down over Steve and flashes his screen in his face. The picture had captured Steve with a grumpy-looking face on, his body completely uncovered with the exception of his boxers. He was sprawled in the picture, mid-talking to Clint and exasperated.
"Delete it!" Steve tried jumping to grab the phone but failed, despite his height and body strength. "Don't you do anything with-"
"I'm gonna send it to Bucky unless you come to the gym with me," Clint taunts, and laughs when a look of pure horror takes over Steve's face.
"You wouldn't dare, I swear to go-"
"You're coming to the gym with me, then," and Steve grumbles in agreement. Clint hops down from the fridge, "Change into your gym shit, we're leaving in two minutes."
After Steve changes and brushes his teeth, he saunters out of his room and Clint is standing against the wall across from him, smirking. "Ready?"
"Asshole."
"Okay, good," Clint says cheerfully, and they both start walking out the front door. Once they reach the end of the staircase and the exit to their complex, Clint snorts.
"You actually believed me when I said I wouldn't send it?"
Steve turns to him and tackles him, yelling incoherently as Clint attempts to defend himself and his beautiful hair (his words, not mine).
***
Bucky stomps out of his room, wearing boxers and a white t-shirt (pretty sure it was the one from last night, and Bucky didn't care because he could still smell Steve on it and he smiled goofily as he sat down at the kitchen table).
"Morning."
Sam was sitting across from him, sipping his coffee with a look on his face (think Skai Jackson, all sassy up in this bitch, you feel?) Bucky grumbles something back, and grabs the coffee pot that Sam had brewed fresh for him a few minutes before. He pours coffee in a mug and sighs.
"So," Sam starts, "Steve, huh?"
Bucky looks up at him and rolls his eyes and chuckles.
"Why didn't you tell me about him before?"
Bucky sighs again. "That time you barged and tried to duel to death for my phone when you saw me smiling at the screen-"
"So that was sexting!"
"God! No, Sammy, it wasn't," Bucky rubs his face in annoyance. "I just didn't want any drama or excitement, 'specially since up until yesterday, I didn't even know he was interested."
"Of course he was interested, have you seen yo' ass in those jeans, Buck?" Bucky snorts and sips from his coffee. "You could've told me," Sam says with a small smile, and Bucky feels bad because he could've told his best friend, but he didn't.
"I'm sorry, you're right man-" Bucky was interrupted by a ring from his room, presumably his phone which sat on his bedside table. "Hold on, I think that's my..."
He jogged to his room and grabbed his phone, sliding to answer without seeing who it was as he walked back to the table.
"Hel-"
"Bucky, whatever you do, do not open the text that Clint just sent you-"
"Bucky, ignore him," a crash is heard and a yelp. "Buck- ow! Just open the fuckin- Jesus, Steve, would you calm the fuck down and-"
"Bucky," a loud breath is heard through the phone, and it sounds like someone is shaking the phone as they try to speak. "Just don't even open it, please-"
"Ignore him, open the text message!" Clint calls in the background.
All this happens as Bucky is standing in the kitchen with his mouth open, unsure what was happening and what was going on. Sam is looking at Bucky curiously.
The line is quiet. "Good morning to you, too," Bucky chuckles.
"Oh god, you saw it didn't you?" Steve moans, and Bucky stifles a laugh. He sits back down in his seat and puts his phone on speaker. "Clint, I told you he would see it," and then some incoherent mumbling on the line, "Well, it's not my fault that you're-"
"Steve, you done?"
The line goes quiet and Bucky waits.
"Yep."
"First of all, I haven't seen the picture that you're speaking of, so don't worry," Bucky starts, and Clint shouts "dammit!" in the background. "Second of all, I'm sure that whatever picture it is, it's fine- unless it's you murdering someone, I think we're good," Bucky chuckles, and poor Sam Wilson looks utterly confused.
"No, you don't get it, it's so bad," Steve moans, and Bucky grabs the phone from off the table and taps to find his messages, where he sees one message from Clint sitting in his text messages.
clint barton: attachment: img17538. enjoy this bootyful pic of ur bf :)
Bucky stifles the laughter yet again, and Sam leans over to look and rolls his eyes.
"Honestly, I agreed to go to the gym with him only so that he wouldn't send the picture," Steve had still been rambling. "It's like-"
"I think you look adorable, Stevie," Bucky coos, and Clint cheers in the background as Steve groans. "No really, very cute- kind of hot, actually."
And then Clint is the one groaning and Sam throws a plastic spoon at his head as Steve mumbles in embarrassment and Bucky laughs.
***
Nat poked at Steve's ribs.
"Ow."
"That didn't hurt, Rogers."
"Maybe it did, how would you know the pain I feel?"
"Alright damn, I just wanted to tease you about your boyfriend but-"
"He's not my boyfriend!"
Steve was grumpy because of the stupid picture Clint had sent to Bucky earlier that day. After going to the gym with his ("fucking moronic idiot" Steve had said, which resulted in a flick) roommate, he went home and showered and called Natasha, desperate to eat breakfast with anyone but the three idiots who had teased him relentlessly about the damned picture.
"Still pissy about the picture?" Nat asks with a smirk.
"Oh, God, not you too?" Steve looks up to the sky and throws his head back in annoyance and Nat chuckles.
"Fine, I won't bother you about it," Nat surrenders and they push through the doors of the diner. "But, you have to tell me what you're planning for the first date."
They are seated moments later at a table, and waitress tells them that she'll be back in a few moments to take orders.
"I told him it would be something special, but that was completely out of my ass," Steve mutters.
"Hey, why not just let him stick it up your ass to make up for what came out?" Nat wiggles her eyebrows and Steve turns red and throws his hands up in surrender.
"I'm done, goodbye," Steve laments, and Nat chuckles. "I'm friends with the biggest assholes on this planet."
"Hey, that's a compliment considering I've met others from different planets," Nat jokes, and Steve rolls his eyes.
***
It was about two weeks before Steve and Bucky could actually set a date for their first date. Between Bucky's stress-inducing Robotics class and Steve's upcoming Art History paper (another one, yep), the two idiots had barely managed to keep in touch, spare the daily twenty minute calls at the end of each day, when they skirted around each other shyly, flirting and testing the waters.
It was the next Sunday when Steve called Bucky that night and told him that he would be taking him out that Friday night, and Bucky blushes to himself and his stomach turns at the thought of being alone with Steve after all this time.
He runs across the apartment to where Sam was sitting and told him the good news, and if Sam looked at Bucky's back with a feeling of tenseness as he walked away, scared of seeing his friend fall so hard for a guy, not wanting him to be hurt in any way whatsoever.
But Sam couldn't protect his best friend, and he smiled widely as Bucky looked back and smiled at him- because maybe it wouldn't be so bad.