Mind blank | p.p. (+18)

It was practically an unforeseeable event for you, an uncontrolled action that was impossible for you to remedy due to your inability to control yourself at that moment, but none of that mattered to you, on the contrary, you wanted to know what was going through his mind.

After wandering for hours through the streets of Queens under the light of a waning moon, Peter's room welcomed the two of you. Textbooks scattered on the shelves, trophies from the robotics club, various second-hand gadgets and technology salvaged from dumpsters, Star Wars posters... items that put him to shame as you stared at them, you felt it.

"Wow, how did you get this stuff?" you asked approaching an old first generation Apple monitor.

"I just..." he put his hand to the back of his neck somewhat embarrassed. "I found it in the dumpster in the corner, I guess someone wouldn't have any use for it."

"That's great," you shifted your gaze to his and smiled, just before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips again.

Peter's kisses were like a gentle caress, tender, wet and slow, as if he was afraid you would break in his arms, so he used to hold you around the waist hoping you wouldn't pull away from him, yet you knew there was nothing to make you leave. The intimacy you found in that small room in a fifteen-storey New York building was comforting. A small lamp perched on the bedside table offered a warm light, making the room a more romantic scene, while the small window let in artificial light from the street lamps through the curtains.

Your bodies reached his small bed, the mattress seemed to fit your silhouettes perfectly. You had kept your abilities under control all that night, no more discovering his feelings, emotions or thoughts through your telekinesis, everything you wanted to know about Peter you waited for him to tell you. You had invaded too much privacy when you met him at that airport in Germany, so that was all over now, or at least that was your intention.

Your faces were facing each other, both of you could feel your breath hitching in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Peter brought his arm up, his fingertips caressing your bare arms that were exposed in that black strapless dress. Your skin prickled under the touch, a completely different touch to the one you'd had with him. Your eyes closed as his fingers reached your face, brushing across your cheek and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. It was impossible to stop your lips from parting, hoping to meet his. And they did. A kiss, with a greater intensity than the one you had received before, from the sweet touch of his lips to the touch of his tongue clinging to yours, intensifying the sensation you felt through every part of your body.

As if completely losing all track of your senses you plunged into an uncontrollable state of mind, causing your ability over your body to lag behind.

Don't screw up

Peter's thoughts began to speak inside your mind, causing you to open your eyes wide and cut the kiss short, causing Peter to look at you with a frightened look on his face, thinking he had really fucked up.

Shit, is he listening to me?

"Are you okay?" he asks haltingly, hoping not to get a negative response from you.

"I'm great," you murmured with a sweet smile before closing your distance again.

Nothing could be heard but the sound of traffic through the open crack of the window meeting your gasps as your kisses broke apart. Peter's palm rested on your back, drawing you closer and closer to him, causing your bodies to become one. His lips met the skin of your neck, uncovering every nook and cranny, making your skin bristle with his touch. It was then when your body was nestled against his, when Peter positioned himself over you, when you felt every part of his body against yours. Unable to suppress the desire you felt you placed your hands on the back of his neck preventing him from pulling away from you. Your body was slowly melting as his lips moved down the neckline of your dress, your veins burned and again you lost the power over you.

Her body... Breathe. Mind blank.

Unable to suppress your desire, with your eyes closed you found the start of her sweatshirt emphasizing the need you felt for that article of clothing to disappear and leave her torso naked before you. When it fell to the floor of the room, you quickly placed your cool fingertips on his skin, causing a soft moan from inside Peter to fall against your lips. His reaction was immediate, clumsily his fingers began to unbutton the top buttons of your dress, as the kiss deepened, sloppy tongues and urges beginning to grow.

I need you, I need to see you. Slowly, slowly.

His every thought echoed inside your mind. Peter broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to find his face, lips swollen, reddened, drawing in his breath as it crashed against you. His eyes held your pupils dilated as they begged your permission to continue. As soon as you flashed a subtle smile his mouth traced a path to your chest, completely uncovered from the thin fabric of the dress Peter had taken care of unbuttoning. The moment he slid his tongue over your left breast a knot of fire emerged in the pit of your stomach, causing indecipherable words to spill from your lips.

"Don't stop," you managed to articulate, tangling your fingers in Peter's hair.

Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. I'm never going to stop.

You had never been so anxious before, this was something completely new to you, but you were reassured that it was new to Peter too. Flooded in a sea of desire, letting your body be at his complete disposal, you felt his fingers undoing every single button of her dress, making the fabric fall down your sides, leaving me practically naked before him.

Oh my God! Mind blank, mind blank...

Your gazes made a small connection, Peter was on his knees on the bed, staring at every part of your body, while you were lying there being the target of all his gazes.

Stop staring at her, stop. Her breasts...

The shadows created by the dim light of the night lamp played in your favour, leaving your bodies between light and darkness. As you saw him there, his torso plump before you, as if he were a carefully carved marble sculpture, you could not restrain yourself from dropping to your knees, facing each other, and catching his lips again, soothing your need. You slid your hands down his body, capturing every crevice until the edge of his jeans stopped you. You looked up at him, begging his permission, just as he had done, it was his lips that gave it to you, as they crashed against yours again.

Calm down. Breathe.

Your fingers curled around his belt, around his button and finally around his zip. When you got rid of it all Peter stepped away from you, standing up and letting the denim slide down his legs, all without taking his eyes off you for a second. Your eyes ventured down his body, which was only covered by a pair of black briefs. It was then that the nervousness found itself not only addressing Peter, but you as well. Again Peter resumed his position in front of you, wrapping his hands around your hips as your naked torsos bumped against each other. The kisses muffled the moans inside you. With the utmost precision Peter laid your body back down on the mattress on top of you, being his domain, settling himself between your thighs, making you feel his hardness between your legs. A deafening moan escaped his lips, causing your back to arch and your fingers to dig into his back.

Get a hold of yourself!

Your hearts were pounding, your gazes were intense, and you were only eager to get rid of the few undergarments that prevented you from connecting. His hands slid caressingly along the curves of your body until they reached the hem of your panties.

"Do it," you ordered without a second thought between moans.

Do it, do it...

With an almost painful subtlety Peter moved away from your face to kiss your belly and undo the only garment you had on your body. Your brain was in a complete fog at that moment, just like his, you could feel it, all his disjointed words coming to you. You were frightened, but his fear softened yours.

I need... I...

"Take off yours," you commanded again with a darkness and depth in your voice. You needed to find yourself on the same level, you needed to have him for yourself as you were for him.

Don't think, don't think, don't think.

He didn't hesitate, as you watched the scene you felt an unprecedented warmth begin to grow between your thighs. Your spine sent little shivers down your mind hoping, or rather, wishing to glimpse his naked body in its entirety. And you did. Your lips parted and your eyes lit up with the pleasure of being able to behold Peter all to yourself, once again on his knees before you. Having wasted a minute exploring your bodies, you sat up and wrapped your arms around his body and pulled him to you, causing you both to fall against the mattress. For the first time you felt him, between your thighs, his warmth against yours, moistening you.

I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you....

"I need you too," you murmured almost unconsciously, giving him to understand that you felt him in every way, both physically and mentally.

But to your surprise, you were both so lost in the sensation of pleasure, that he hardly showed any incentive of importance to that fact; on the contrary, he slid his fingertips down your body, across your breasts, your stomach and your thighs, until he reached your clitoris with certainty.

Slowly. Does she like it?

"Go on Peter," you indicated biting your lower lip at the question his mind was asking.

Freely his middle finger made small circles around your core, causing your thighs to tremble with each rub. The intensity of the situation had subsided, Peter lay beside you on the bed keeping calm, concentrating on his movements, while you licked his lips awkwardly as you squeezed his shoulders tightly trying to keep yourself in this world. You lost track of time as well as space, especially when you felt him insert a pair of fingers inside you, while his thumb continued the rotations.

"Faster," you professed almost breathlessly inside, digging your nails into his upper back.

Faster, faster, faster.

"Don't stop," you reaffirmed again finding an intensity never before encountered.

I'm not going to stop...

Y/N: Peter and I are going to go outside and kick each other's asses.

Tony: Whatever, I'm not your mother.

*Two minutes later*

Tony: Don't stray too far and get there in time for lunch!

Zemo: Where are Sam and Bucky?

Y/N: They're playing hide and seek.

Zemo: And where are they?

Y/N: I don't think you understand the concept of the game.

* Entering Tony Stark's lab *

Y/N: What is that?

Tony: *proudly* My latest invention.

* One minute later *

Y/N: I like that it hasn't killed us yet.

I'll be back | b.b.

London, 1945

It was the best of times to love, but it was the worst of times for that love to last. The war had made it clear that love could be eternal, but that your soul mate could vanish from one moment to the next in some remote part of the globe and you would never see him or her again. You both knew that, whoever did not overcome that at that moment would probably be blind with love or a lunatic, however, you were blind with love and you did not care what the future had in store for you, you were ready to fight against the current if necessary, because you had already done it on other occasions.

The platform of that London station, or rather, the ruins of that London station, for London had been the target of bombing for three years, was the scene of your farewell. A scene worthy of a film, all around you relatives were saying goodbye to those they might never see again. Mothers to sons, sisters to brothers, sons to fathers, wives to husbands... each of them with hopes that might possibly be corrupted by the opposing side.

It was 1943 when your fiancé had joined the US Army and you had decided to join the nurses' unit, partly to serve your country, partly to feel closer to it. It had been two years where your eyes had encountered the most shocking scenes you had ever witnessed in your short life. You had been the hope of bruised soldiers returning broken from the front, fighting day and night to gather the strength to face your task, wishing you could not imagine that every one of them could be Bucky. You prayed for a future together, that wherever he was he would be safe and come back to your side again. And he did return, a month ago he had returned to you, you had had your reunion in London, a reunion where you found Bucky completely broken by the event that had happened to him at the front, in Italy, and which he had barely told you about. You thought it was a definitive return, that you could both go back home to heal the physical and psychological wounds, but it wasn't like that, he was leaving again, and you just wanted this war to end as soon as possible, to go back to your little flat in Brooklyn and marry him.

So now you stood on that platform, amidst the steam that the train let out through the wheels, just another couple in the crowd.

"I'll be back," he murmured, focusing his blue eyes on yours. "When have I ever broken any promises I made to you?"

"Do you want me to list them?" you whispered with a smile, eyes watery and gripping his hands firmly.

"Oh, the Staten Island amusement park thing doesn't count," he rolled his eyes, "you know I got the time mixed up, oh, and the movie theater thing, either."

"It's okay," you ducked your head, smiling, and brought his hands to your lips for a long kiss.

"I promise this will be over soon," he moved to your forehead and kissed it, "I promise that when the war is over we'll come home, I'll marry you, and we'll spend all our days walking along the banks of the Hudson River, listening to Ella Fitzgerald every night and reminding you that I will never take him away from you."

If you could have stopped time at that moment you would have, you could have spent your whole life with your forehead pressed against his cheek, your face hidden in his neck and his hands wrapped around your body as he whispered your most perfect future in your ear. You wished that the train that at that moment was informing you through its siren that it was going to leave, was not going to the most dangerous destination, a destination where the vast majority did not return, where families lost sons, fathers, brothers and husbands, where any future was cut short. You wished you could go back four years, where one afternoon like any other a blue-eyed boy approached you in the middle of Fifth Avenue to hand you the handkerchief you had dropped. 

"I love you," those three words that left your lips sentenced the beginning of his farewell.

"You are my life," Bucky whispered almost breathlessly.

His lips rested firmly on yours, showing his need for you and the frustration of his departure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, but a moment later your fiancé broke away, took your hand, kissed it firmly and with his last glance at you ran to get on that train that was on its way. No one could know it, but that was going to be the last time your eyes would meet, the last time you would hear his voice and feel his lips and caresses on your skin. He had just boarded the train of no return, Bucky had just entered his one-way trip.

*The Dora Milaje kicking John Walker's ass*

*Zemo drinking*

Y/N: Should we do something?

Bucky and Sam: *crossing arms* Nah.

Of course! Thank you very much, you're very kind. Would you like to be tagged in any particular character or all of them? 🧡

*Locked in the Raft*

Sam: Well, this is a great turn of events.

Clint: You think so? We're locked up in a cell in a prison for weirdos.

Sam: Then Tic Tac will be right at home.

Scott: Hey, man.

Kiss me | b.b.

It was the moment you set foot in that suburban New York dive that you realised it had been an eternity since you'd last visited a nightclub. Neon lights crashing into your pupils, alcohol burning your nostrils, a smoky atmosphere, electronic music deafening your eardrums, and worst of all, bodies slamming into each other in swaying motions. In another time you would have felt at home, but now those years were behind you and you almost didn't remember. Your companions seemed to feel just as out of place as you did, especially if you consider that it was the first time one of them had entered this environment, Bucky.

You were there for one reason, one very specific reason, one guy, and all the clues led to that place. You looked at Sam and then at Bucky instinctively, you knew what the next step was and there was no time to lose.

"We'd better split up," your tone was stiff, loud, but the music left it at a mere whisper.

"Alright," Sam said as he nodded and looked around. "Cheer up those faces, we're supposed to be partying."

"You're coming with me," you gestured to Bucky before wading into the crowd, heeding Sam's advice and plastering a smile on your face.

Even if you had wanted to, no one would have found you in all the commotion, arms in the air swaying to the music, glasses spilling on the floor and uproarious laughter interfering through the melody. You had to turn several times so as not to lose sight of your companion, who seemed to be in a state of discomfort and only changed his face when he met your gaze. You picked up his hand, which was hidden in a glove, in an attempt not to lose him in the crowd and to reach the upper floor, the VIP area. The stairs were still full of people, without releasing your intertwined fingers you showed your bracelet that allowed you access to the upper floor, where you could finally find some more air to breathe. That area was full of armchairs, sofas and tables to enjoy a more select evening. You both found a small alcove next to the railing that allowed you to see the room in its fullness.

"Are you all right?" you said, leaning close to his ear, to which Bucky nodded, still looking around alertly. You subtly brought your hand to your ear, to the intercom. "Sam are you there?"

"All clear on the underground," you both heard over the intercom. "How's it going up there?"

"This way too is- no, wait," you removed your hand from your ear and made as if you were repositioning your hair as you focused your attention on a small group of people.

In the distance, ten metres away in the VIP area, in a set of armchairs and sofas was him, the man whose name you didn't know but whose face was clearly etched in your mind. Your eyes were focused on him, Bucky recognised that something was happening, and made an attempt to look in the same direction as you, but you stopped him by squeezing his cheeks and making him look at you.

"Look at me and pretend you're talking to me," you said, preventing the man from discovering that he was your focus. "Stand in front of me, I'm going to take a picture of him to send to Sam."

"Is he up there?" Sam's voice came over the intercom again.

"We think so," Bucky reported, placing his body in front of yours as he gave a mock smile.

It took a few moments for you to nimbly pull out your mobile phone, hide it between your bodies and take a picture of your supposed target and send it to Sam.

"Sam, there's the picture," you commented as Bucky's body slammed into yours from a push from a guy passing behind him.

"I hate this place," Bucky whispered to himself, as he received another shove that brought his body even closer to yours.

However, you were barely paying attention to your partner in front of you pressing you against the railing, as your target seemed to rise from the seat in question.

"I think he's leaving, where's he going?" you muttered, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he said goodbye to his companions. "Shit, I think he saw me looking at him."

"How?" asked Bucky with almost no comprehension of the situation, as his back was turned to whatever was going on.

"Smile," you warned Bucky, letting out an unreasonable laugh from inside you.

"I can't smile anymore," complained Bucky, completely stunned by the situation.

"He's coming towards us," you said, creating a fake laugh to escape your target's gaze. "Shit," the man was just a few feet away, and your inner self panicked for fear that the operation was going down the drain. "He's watching us," Bucky seemed to be preparing to tackle the guy if he attacked you, but you found no alternative but to say, "Kiss me."

"Wait, wh-?"

Without a second thought you grabbed your partner by the collar of the black leather jacket he was wearing and pulled him closer to you, causing your lips to meet and the little distance between your bodies to disappear. Instinctively you closed your eyes, making the scene as real as possible, hoping that your target would pass you by and the scene would remain a mere anecdote, but it was not to be. Evidently the target passed by, but the kiss took longer than expected. Bucky's lips parted softly from yours generating a sigh as they did so, however, eyes did not open, foreheads did not part, breathing seemed quicker than normal and you were still gripping the lapels of the body of his jacket.

"Has he passed you by?" he asked against your face.

"I think so," you affirmed, clinging to his jacket.

"Great," that was the word that caused Bucky's arms to wrap around your waist and he brought his lips close to yours again.

"Guys, what's going on, do you think this is a good time to make out?" Sam exclaimed over the intercom.

Sam: Okay, if you had to choose between dating me or never dating anyone, what would you choose?

Y/N: Never date anyone.

Bucky: Yeah, me too.

Sam: Okay, and if I was the last person on Earth would you date me?

Bucky: Dude, if you were the last person on Earth she wouldn't exist.

Sam: Shut up man!

Date |p.p.

It was in fifth grade when Peter Parker first laid his little brown eyes on you and he could never take them off again. Shared lunches, long hours in the library, lab partners and many hidden feelings, Peter had long considered you much more than a friend, but had never dared to take the first step for fear that your friendship would be ruined. However, senior year had arrived, next year you would each go your own way, choose a career and a university, so it was now or never. He had spent the last two weeks rehearsing with Ned what he was going to say to you, he had all the words in his head, he just had to take the plunge, so he thought that going home after high school was the best time.

"I think we could finish the chemistry project this weekend, after all we only have the last part left, what do you think?" you asked directing your gaze towards your friend who seemed to be in a world apart. "Peter?

" Huh? Yes, yes, perfect," he commented, barely having heard any of your words.

Queens, at sunset, in the middle of a somewhat busy street Peter stopped his steps, causing you to look at him strangely and you stopped yours as well.

"Are you okay?" a small chuckle escaped from between your lips.

"The truth is..." your words sounded unsure, but you figured you weren't going to find a time when you felt more confident to do so. "I was wondering if..."

"If...?" you prompted when you saw that he didn't finish his sentences.

A confused smile coupled with a frown was explicitly on your face, one of your best friends was being particularly weird, and while Peter was weird in himself, that situation was even weirder.

" Okay," he whispered to himself, offering encouragement. "I... wanted to know if you... Look, there's this girl that...'"

His words definitely made you connect the bad attempt he was making.

"Ah! You like a girl!" you exclaimed with a wide grin holding the books in your hands. "And you wanted to know if I could help you date her, right?"

"Er... yes, exactly," Peter's cheeks blushed even more, if possible.

"Of course! You should have told me before, of course I'll give you advice," you laughed as the two of you retraced your steps. "Tell me, do I know her?"

"Possibly..." he whispered completely embarrassed at the situation, and that he hadn't been able to carry out his plan.

"Is she from the institute?" you began to do the usual interrogation in such situations. "Well, if you don't feel comfortable telling me who he is don't worry, the important thing is that we know his tastes and hobbies. Do you know anything about that?"

"I think enough," Peter said avoiding your gaze.

"Alright, then it's very easy, you just have to think about what would be the most opportune moment, in which places you usually coincide and above all it's best that you ask him when you are alone," you spoke quickly. "Speak honestly, avoid making it too formal a situation, be yourself, casual and relaxed," you paused thoughtfully. "Although if you don't feel completely safe asking her out in person you can do it another way. Send her a message, leave her a note... be original."

You felt proud that your friend was asking you for advice on how to ask a girl out, the truth is that during the time you had known each other Peter had never taken the plunge, he never seemed to have shown interest in anyone and that was a novelty. But Peter was completely detached from what you were saying.

"Peter?" you asked when you saw that he was expressionless.

"Yeah, uh... thanks Y/N, I... just remembered that I have to buy..." he stopped again and started walking backwards away from you. "See you tomorrow!"

"Alright..." you whispered completely stunned at his attitude. "See you!"

After the strange moment you had experienced on your way home from school, you just had to calmly make your way home, wandering the streets of Queens.

"I'm home!" you exclaimed, closing the door behind you, without receiving any response. "Great... today everyone has vanished from the universe."

Opening the door to your room a strong draught of air informed you that the window was wide open

"What the hell?" you muttered, rushing over to close it.

It was at that very moment that you saw a note on the window pane with your name on it, the wind was in the background when you saw that the note was stuck with a viscous element, which looked like a spider's web. You gently tore off the paper, hoping not to tear it and slowly opened it to discover its words.

Dear Y/N. I have been waiting a long time to find the best time to tell you how I feel. I've been practising for the last two weeks how to do it, but after my last failed attempt I haven't found a better solution than this to take the first step. I guess you know what I mean, so... would you be willing to listen to my second step?'

For more than ten minutes you read and re-read those words, trying to figure out and come to terms with what they meant, but also, during those ten minutes you kept a completely sincere smile on your face. When you finally reacted, you only had to look out of the window to see your friend under that suit waiting for a signal to come to you.

*Risking your life on a mission*

Bucky: “That was so stupid!” 

Y/N: “And also kinda cool, right?”

Sam: “No. Just stupid.”

Literature class

Teacher: Alright, let's start with today's presentations. Today we will talk about Norse mythology, which Y/N will introduce us to right now. Are you ready?

Y/N: Of course. *stands in front of the class* Norse mythology is a very broad field, but very easy to understand if you have the right reference, so.... *opens the classroom door* You may now enter!

*Thor and Loki positioning themselves in front of the students, somewhat out of place*

Y/N: Observe. Thor and Loki, two brothers who...

Thor: He is adopted. *points to Loki*

Marvel masterlist

Imagine:

Imagine:

Five times Steve Rogers said 'I love you' without saying 'I love you'  

Imagine:

General:

Texting | b.b.

The parties organised by the Avengers, more specifically by Tony Stark, were anything but ordinary, yet you could feel at ease, especially if the room gave you a full view of Bucky, who was on the opposite side of the large room. The discomfort was present on his face, he was smiling shyly, trying to get into the conversation he was having with Sam, Steve and a couple of fellow Shield members, but he was constantly turning his face away as a sign of concern. You, on the other hand, were completely absorbed in the conversation with Natasha and a couple of guys whose names you could barely remember, as the image of Bucky was much more interesting.

You absentmindedly smiled and rummaged through your bag to pull out your mobile phone, that device Bucky was still getting familiar with, just to offer your evening a little more fun. It only took you a couple of seconds to open the phonebook, select his name and text him.

'Enjoying the party?'

It was at that exact moment that Bucky's gaze darted to his trouser pocket, as he pulled out that state-of-the-art mobile phone. You only had to wait a couple of minutes before his face turned 360 degrees to find you in the crowd. His shy smile was an encouragement that the conversation had only just begun, as instantly your phone made a small vibration in your hand, indicating that your teammate had just responded to you.

'Hi, Y/N. I suppose it could be worse.'

His cordiality and gentleness in replying to the message caused you to chuckle a little internally, which prompted Nat to turn his gaze towards you curiously, but you continued to focus on your virtual conversation.

'I suppose, although it might as well be better...' completely abstracted you bit your lower lip before typing the following words 'I've been looking a bit uncomfortable, do you think I could do something to make you feel more comfortable?'

The instant you hit the send button you quickly turned your attention to Bucky, who nodded smilingly within that small social circle until he once again averted his eyes to that illuminated screen. His features changed subtly, you waited curiously for his reaction, but on this occasion he seemed so unsettled by what you had written that he didn't stop to look at you. Your lower lip was stuck between your teeth, until Nat subtly tapped your arm, bringing you back to reality.

"[...] Isn't that right, Y/N?" concluded Nat, watching you.

"Of course," you nodded taking a sip of champagne, not even knowing what you had given your affirmation to.

Again the vibration of the mobile between your fingers caused you to pick up the conversation you found so pleasurable.

'What do you mean?'

That question had opened up a thousand possibilities for you to continue flirting with Bucky from a distance, to continue looking at his face of discomfort and how his cheeks took on a pinkish hue, not because of the alcohol, but because of your words.

'Do you really want to know?'

After answering his question with a question, you blocked the phone screen to rest your eyes on his figure, who was currently reading the words you had sent him. A smile appeared on his face, causing him to instantly tilt his face in search of yours. You offered him your best wink, causing his smile to widen, his cheeks to flush, and his face to wink back, until a blow from Sam took him out of your moment. But you still didn't give up, you continued to write.

'How about we start with me rescuing you from that boring conversation? Then I could arrange to find a much quieter place, where no one would bother us, and I could get rid of that discomfort you have.'

Without taking your eyes off Bucky, you slipped out of the small circle you were in and began to move into the crowd, closing the distance to your target. Bucky found a moment to return his attention to his mobile phone, you were only a few feet away which made it easier for you to catch a glimpse of his cheeks turning a deeper red, his lips parted and his features becoming uncomfortable.

"You're so cute when you blush," you murmured just as you passed behind him, sliding your fingers down his back.

Y/N: I just realised that I don't know what I would do without you guys, you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Sam: We're the best thing that ever happened to you?

Y/N: Yes.

Sam: That's sad, I'm starting to feel sorry for you.

Bucky: Then start feeling sorry for me too.