friendly competition [sam wilson/bucky barnes]
bucky and sam argue over who’s the better kisser. you’ll be the judge of that.
warnings: light suggestive content
additional notes: i’m back! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little over a week, and i hope yall like it :) thanks for sticking around and i hope to post more fics soon.
They were bickering when you entered the kitchen for lunch that afternoon.
“It’s gotta be me. I’ve had the most practice.”
“When’s the last time you even kissed someone?”
“When’s the last time you did, old man? The thirties?”
You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the fridge, hoping to find sufficient ingredients for a bagel sandwich. Listening to Sam and Bucky argue was the last thing you wanted to do after an hour-long workout, but you couldn’t help but be curious. “Should I even ask what you two are arguing about?” you asked, flashing Sam and Bucky a withering look over your shoulder.
Bucky defended himself immediately. “Sam here thinks he’s the better kisser. I’m trying to tell him why he’s wrong.”
Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh, there is no way Snowflake here is better than me. He can run, he can lift, he can fight, but I draw the line at kissing. Help me out, Y/N.”