Avengers Trash

Steve x Bucky

Steve couldn't even remember what had made him mad in the first place, but he just kept yelling. Bucky was yelling too now. After several insults were thrown back and forth, Steve snapped. He punched Bucky in the jaw. It wasn't hard enough to do any damage, though; he'd realized what he was doing and tried to stop halfway through the action.

Bucky had seen the anger in Steve's expression dissolve into horror, and he decided that Steve already knew what he'd done wrong. He would beat himself up about it enough that Bucky should try not to get too angry about it. After all, he knew Steve would never really want to hurt him.

Instead of punching back, as he would with anyone else, Bucky dropped to the ground when he felt Steve's fist hit his face. Bucky made the fall comically dramatic, and Steve dropped to his knees beside his friend, worried he'd actually hurt him.

"Bucky?" Steve sounded worried and very, very guilty as he lightly placed his hand on Bucky's chest.

"No," Bucky mumbled, not opening his eyes, "I'm dead."

"What?" Steve was confused by the lack of anger.

"You killed me." Bucky said, looking at Steve this time. "I'm dead."

"Well what do I do about it?" Steve asked, having already forgotten the fighting.

"I don't know. How do you usually bring people back to life?"

A/N One of my parakeets is sitting in the food dish, but the other one wants to eat. They're arguing, and it's funny.

"You're not dead, though, Bucky." The blond was still confused.

"Yeah, I am. You gotta fix it, punk. It's you're fault." Bucky closed his eyes again.

Steve sat quietly and though about what to do. After a moment, he had an idea. "I bet a kiss from your true love would do the trick," he said innocently.

Bucky stiffened and frowned slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes. He wasn't sure what Steve was thinking, but the tone of his friends voice made him a little suspicious. Steve knew that Bucky didn't have a girlfriend at the time, so who could he mean when he talked about Bucky's true love?

A/N Ophelia moved out of the food dish. Polaris can eat now.

Steve was chuckling quietly, trying to sound like he had an evil plan. Bucky could see his friend's shadow moving to block the light that had been shining on his face. He knew Steve was getting closer to him, and that worried him.

"Alright, what are you planning?!" Bucky snapped his eyes open just in time to see Steve's eyes closing.

His mouth wasn't even all the way closed yet when he felt Steve's lips on his.

For one second, Bucky tried to process what was happening before he realized he should kiss back. If he didn't, Steve might think he'd made a mistake.

The kiss was clumsy and over entirely too soon. They stared at each other for what felt like hours before Bucky sat up slowly and shifted to lean against the couch next to Steve.

"That was your first kiss, wasn't it, punk?" Bucky hoped that using the nickname would show Steve that he wasn't mad about what had just happened.

"Yeah..." Steve was staring at the floor now. His eyes hadn't moved when Bucky did. Suddenly, he seemed to snap back to reality."Shit. I'm so sorry, Buck," he said quickly, turning to face his friend.

"It's fine, Steve," Bucky said calmly. "It's really okay. I'm not mad."

Steve wasn't listening. "Oh my god. What have I done? Why did I do that? I'm such an idiot. Oh my god."

"It's alright, Stevie." Bucky hugged the panicking blond, hoping to calm him down. He was quiet for a moment, but couldn't resist asking, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to," Steve moaned with his face in his hands. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"You're okay, pal," Bucky rubbed Steve's back. "I didn't hate it."

Steve perked up and looked at Bucky again, "Really?"

"Really," Bucky confirmed. "Of course, you could use some practice, but that's true of anyone when they've never kissed someone before."

Steve tried to relax. "I didn't hate it either." He blushed ever so slightly and confessed, "I've wanted to do that for a while."

"How long?" Bucky was dying to know if it was as long as he'd wanted to kiss Steve.

"Since probably... like before the war," he paused. "So, eighty years? Does that sound right?"

"Well damn." Bucky couldn't help sounding surprised. "I mean, me too, but has it really been that long?"

"Yeah, I think so." They were both quiet for a few seconds, looking at their hand. At some point Bucky's metal hand had found one of Steve's, and neither of them had noticed.

"You look pretty funny if you stopped working out and you weren't muscular anymore, but you still had that really big metal arm." Steve had blurted out the thought as it came into his head, and caused both men to laugh.

"Can I kiss you again, punk?" Bucky chuckled.

"Any time you want to, jerk." Steve replied with a grin.