#Team Alldaddy

[caffiend-queen]

I’m sending this to you for REASONS

I need someone to kiss me like that. Sweet fluffy llamas.

Mainly I just came to ruin your day. Because I love you.

Well, you DID ruin my day because you are the Demoness of Bad Decisions and I love that about you.

This actually turned out more fluffy than I expected. hope it's okay...

For @imanuglywombat

Oh, please.

It’s not like Bucky had even put you in the Friend Zone. You were pretty sure he put you in the “Wait, MC is a female?” zone. No, worse, “MC is an actual human being with feelings and not an AI?” zone. You’d been his virtual backup on the Avenger’s missions for over a year now. Everyone else on the tech squad who stayed behind in the Tower to track movements, disarm weapons, send down electronic pulses that crashed systems, and followed the blinking icon that was their designated Avenger, had developed a closeness with them. They were a team. They had their Avenger’s back in stressful situations.

But not Bucky. When he was cleared to run missions with Steve and the others, they’d paired the two of you right away.

“You’re in luck, Buckster,” Tony was sitting on your desk, fiddling with an extremely, extremely delicate inner-ear device you’d been working on. The man in question was standing stiffly, back to the wall in your crowded office. “MC’s one of the best, and since Thor’s off-planet playing AllDaddy, you get her! Congratulations.” Tony tossed the tiny device from one hand to another and you sighed when you heard the tragic little crunch when it dropped to the floor. “Oh. Sorry, kid.”

“Hi,” you offered, holding out a hand, “it’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.”

He put his metal one in his pocket. “It’s just Barnes, now.” He looked at you briefly and then out the door of your office as if longing to escape.

“Oh, sure,” you said awkwardly, “of course, I apol-”

“First mission tomorrow!” Tony interrupted. “Bring Sergeant Scrumptious up to speed, okay?”

After that, Bucky was always polite to you. He thanked you for your help regularly and when he was on missions and his tone turned terse and cold, you knew he was sliding a bit back into his Winter persona. You never took it personally.

But… when the team would come back and hug their backups, buy them a beer, joke about a close call, you’d stand in the corner, shifting from foot to foot as Bucky headed for the showers.

Until that godawful, terrifying as hell week. Where the intel was bad and the team overpowered, split apart and on their own, except for the voice in their ear.

“Bucky!” your fingers were a blur, tearing through the building’s schematics and trying to find a way out for him. There was a pained grunt in return. “How bad are you hurt?” You pressed your lips together.

“M’okay,” he grunted. “Tell me where to go, MC.”

You flinched at the round of machine-gun fire, praying it was his, “Okay, listen. You can’t go back, there’s another squad on the way, and those Hydra dickheads have the door and the elevator covered. You’re going up. See that ventilation grid? It should be like two feet in front of you.”

“It’s fifteen feet up,” Bucky managed, “I’ve got two bullets in my left leg.”

“Then use your right,” you said sharply, “you’re going into that shaft, you hear me? Then you’re only three left turns to getting the hell out of there.”

More gunfire, and you thought you might throw up on your instrumentation. “Bucky? C’mon, stop freaking me out!”

There was a breathless little chuckle and you could hear the metallic clang of the ventilation shaft. “I’m here.”

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, you were calm, you were focused. You were going to get him the hell out of there. “Three left turns. The sheet metal’s going to be pretty cut up from all the bullets, watch your hands.”

He was on the third turn when things went straight to hell. There was some kind of explosion that made all of you shriek and rip out your earpieces from the brutal feedback.

There was waiting. Days of pacing back and forth and trying to triangulate possible positions and attempting some low-key “pinging” to see if anyone’s equipment could answer back. Finally, finally, you heard his voice. Bucky’s voice. The currently alive Bucky’s voice. “MC?”

“Hey, Bucky,” you wiped your wet face with the back of your hand. “So thanks for scaring the shit out of me, and stuff.”

“Sorry,” he sounded okay, maybe a little shaky and really tired. “We’re all here, my com is the only one that’s working.”

Everyone was clapping and being idiots and you resisted the urge to scream at them to shut the hell up. “Great, I’ve got your location and there’s a Quinjet within two hours of you. Can you hold position?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You were in your usual position in the corner as the team staggered out of the Quinjet. Natasha had a nasty cut on her forehead that was still bleeding, poor Sam was being carried by Steve, despite his whining to, “Put me down, man! I’m fine, you idiot!” And then Bucky was out the door, helping Clint who was hopping on one foot. The minute Bucky put him on a stretcher, his eyes were searching the crowd of techs and medical people until he found you.

Pushing through the others, not hearing their congratulations or the attempts to pat him on the back, James Buchanan Barnes plowed his way to you. “Hey,” you offered feebly, “nice wor-”

His big hands, one cold and one warm were cradling your face and Bucky just… gazed down at you. “My voice in the darkness,” he said hoarsely and then his mouth was on yours and holy god you had no idea any human being could kiss like this, much less the reserved man who was currently sliding his tongue between your lips, gently nudging them open and it was perfection, he was perfection. His hard body was pressing you into the wall and his tongue was exploring your mouth like Lewis and Clark charging through middle America and you had no idea that anything could feel this good. His lips were just lush- full and red and kissing and sucking yours with these endlessly deep, urgent moves and his thumbs caressed your cheekbones with such tenderness.

Pulling back, his ocean blue eyes sought yours. “Are you okay?” he blurted.

Giving a wet little chuckle, you stood up on tiptoe, one arm around his broad back, feeling his torn, bloody tachsuit. “Are you okay?”

His eyes were at half-mast, focused completely on your face and those perfect lips parted. “I am now,” he whispered, leaning down again to devour you, his tongue sliding back into your mouth and toying with yours and it felt so intimate, so deeply personal and something you never thought Bucky could share with you. With anyone. The bristle of his unshaven jaw rubbed against your skin and you gave a girlish little noise that you prayed no one else could hear.

And then you were in the elevator, the two of you, Bucky’s hands back on your cheeks and those pouting lips devouring yours like your breath and skin and touch were the only things that existed.

#Bucky smut #Bucky's tongue kisses are the death of me #Bucky Barnes has the most perfect mouth in the MCU