Night Cap With Not-Cap
Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: NSFW. Paparazzi. Food mention. Party mention. It went a little different in terms of the direction I had originally planned, but I hope it worked out.
Word count: 5,847
“Can you believe this shit?” Bucky says with an exasperated chuckle, plopping onto the couch next to you with a newspaper in his hands. “These people have nothing better to do than to follow us around taking pictures.”
“Let me see,” you say gently, relieving him of the newspaper.
The headline reads “Night Cap with Not-Cap” over a picture of you and Bucky outside a restaurant, his arm wrapped around your waist as he leans over to press a kiss to your temple; you recognize your slinky black dress from last night and remember the flashing cameras and the obnoxious people behind them asking all sorts of invasive questions.
“Hey, did you break it off with Captain America?” they asked. “What happened with Steve Rogers? Is he out of the picture now? When did you start seeing his best friend? Was it after the fact or are you cheating on him?”