Once again Stark had ruined a moment between our lovely bucky and his girlfriend y/n. They were simply trying to enjoy one another's... company... when he had decidedly burst into the room talking about whatever it was he wanted to talk about.
Soon enough he had left, closing the door quickly before a knife gave him a haircut, leaving a very agitated and turned-on Bucky growling slightly under his breath, "What the hell am I ever going to do to him"
"Huh, there's one in every family Bucky... two in mine, actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions"
"But what am I ever going to do with him" He couldn't exactly kill Stark... that would raise too many questions...
"He'd make a very handsome throw rug" That sentence had caught him off guard, making him look at his love, "Y/n..."
All that was given to him in return was a somewhat 'innocent' glance in return, "And just think, whenever he gets dirty, you can take him out and beat him"
Now that last sentence had gotten a small chuckle out of Bucky as she made a hand motion in the air, as if she were motioning something away... but forcefully
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FanfictionA bunch of different little Oneshots, I will do -Tony Stank -Bruce Banner -Natasha Romanoff -Pietro Maximoff -Wanda Maximoff -Sam Wilson -Bucky Barnes -Clint Barton -Thor Odinson -Loki Laufeyson etc.. Just PM?comment me if you have any requests fo...
