You're a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You're confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos en...
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You were alone in the kitchen waiting for the machine to finish brewing your favorite blend of coffee. The Compound would be hosting it's annual charity event tonight and although you weren't typically into the whole 'formal attire' scene, knowing that it was all for a good cause made you happy to attend. Still, these parties usually lasted well into the early morning hours, so you felt the need to be as caffeinated as possible. The smell of fresh coffee seemed to act as a beacon and called the attention of a few like-minded individuals the second the pot was done.
Clint and Tony were a blur as they rushed in, barely acknowledging that you were even in the room. You laughed them off, though, thankful that you had the foresight to make enough for at least 10 servings and surprised that they managed to leave enough for maybe two. You were tempted to take the rest for herself when Bucky strolled in. He was dressed casually in his typical everyday outfit, and as annoying as he was, at least he was easy on the eyes. His grey v-neck tee was sheer enough that you could see the dog tags resting on his chest and dark wash jeans hugged those thick thighs so affectionately. It was a good look, but clearly not what he would be wearing for tonight. You were in a bit of state yourself since you were in the process of getting ready when the need for caffeine interrupted. Fresh out of the shower with your hair wrapped in a soft towel, damp strands sticking out in random spots, and wearing nothing underneath your light robe. You were definitely a sight to see. Bucky took a brief pause to groan appreciatively at your appearance before preparing his own mug.
"You gonna save me a dance tonight, doll?" he asked, watching you from the corner of his eye.
You stuck out your bottom lip in mock disappointment. "Aw, isn't that sweet? Not a chance in hell, darling."
"We'll see about that, Y/N." He took a sip of his coffee as he leaned back against the counter.
As silence fell over the room Bucky took the time to shamelessly look over your figure more intently. His eyes leisurely trailed up your exposed legs, lingering on your thighs. His mind flooded with images of having them wrapped around his waist, holding you tightly against him while he ravaged your lips, neck and chest. Yo u were both always so brazen when it came to checking each other out. Not the slightest bit ashamed or embarrassed because you liked the attention. You let him stare a bit longer before clearing your throat and directing his eyes away from your chest and back to your face.
