Buckynat things I wanna see in the MCU/Infinity War:
- standing at ease next to each other - looking at each other - talking to one another - SMIRKING AT ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE THEY’RE THINKING OF THE SAME THING - fighting together - FIGHTING BACK TO BACK GUNS BLAZING - some of that tandem acrobat movement to kick ass - one of them supporting the other or; - both of them supporting each other - BANTER WHILE FIGHTING - “Your name is Natalia. But you go by Natasha now.” - “How’s your arm?” - Them having an adorable lack of sense of humor - having the same thought and speaking about it with the exact same words - ‘No Steve’ - Just when things were starting to look worse by the second, one of them appears and they’re just so relieved because they got back up - ONE DRIVING A MOTORCYCLE AND THE OTHER A PASSENGER AND JUST SHOOTING AT BADDIES - BUCKY PROTECTING NAT FROM GETTING SHOT, BY USING HIS METAL ARM AS A SHIELD. - Tossing a magazine at the other when the other’s run out of bullets - RECALLING ODESSA AND ‘YOU COULD AT LEAST RECOGNIZE ME’ - “James.” - Them acknowledging the fact that THAT is the first time they fought side-by-side and not against the other. - fist bump/high five - Complete each other’s idea/plan
- Steve saying that Bucky may or may not have a thing for redheads and that maybe that part of Bucky is still there so he teases them - Steve just smiling because his soviet ex-assassin friends are interacting and have so many things in common that he’s happy both of them just met someone who would understand them better than anyone else - Bucky kinda finding it weird Sam named his drone and also saying he’s not gonna thank 'that thing’ - Steve and Sam’s turn to smirk at Bucky after seeing that he’s got the same thinking with Natasha; - SO STEVE DECIDED TO TEAM UP BUCKY AND NAT - Steve saying 'Bucky, Nat’ to assign them together
Imagine after a long, trying day, you come into your place and find your boyfriend, Daveed, lounging on the couch, casually sipping a pinot grigio. He offers you some… you set it aside with his own glass, and climb onto his lap instead. This is your view.
The hum is low in his throat, as his eyes travel up your body appreciatively. His indecisive hands finally fall to rest on your hips as he asks about your day; you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s fine. Everything is fine.
You stare down at him, at the little smile playing at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You know he wants to get under it. You want him to as well, but first, you lean down to ghost your lips over his. He knows you’re playing with him, and he’s not about to ruin the game.
Eventually, after dancing around the inevitable for a minute, you press a soft, deep kiss to his lips. He responds by trailing his hands up to your shoulders, rubbing little, sensual circles into your skin with his thumbs and sending tiny shivers of pleasure through you.
“Are you going to do something about my bra, Diggs?” you whisper, and his smile grows.
“Later, hun… for now,” he pulls a little, catching you as you tumble down against his chest, “Lay with me and forget the world.”
“I try being nice, I try being polite, and yet,” he paused and huffed, tugging at his coat sleeve. “You refuse everything I offer.” He turned to look at you and slammed his hands onto the table, his suave nature changing drastically. “Why?!”
Your mouth felt dry as you tried to cough out a response. An excuse. Anything to calm him down. You forced a smile onto your face.
“I-I appreciate all you’ve been doing, it’s all very sweet, really,” you put on a sweet voice, trying to calm him down. “But… I’m not sure I’m ready to go that far yet. W-we can just be friends until then!” You watched him, thinking maybe it had worked until he swiped a hand and knocked off the things on the table, making you flinch.
“I don’t want to be just friends.”
You glanced around- when did the restaurant become empty? It was full a second ago… Just a second later, your surroundings glitched and flashed before turning to all black. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. It occurred to you that the things he hit off the table were nowhere in sight. Oh no.
His eyes stayed on you as he walked over to your side of the table. You tried to stand and run away but realized you couldn’t get up from your chair. You squirmed as you tried to get away from… Whatever he was. A smirk pulled on his lips as he watched you struggle. He looked you up and down in such a way that showed nothing but hunger. What for, you couldn’t tell, and you weren’t sure you wanted to.
He took your chin and tilted your head to look at him. His hands were ice cold, the opposite of how they felt when he brushed your hand earlier while walking you to the restaurant. You tried to move away but your eyes were locked onto his cold, dark ones. They were hypnotic. His expression had become calm again, but you could tell he was a breath away from snapping.
“Oh, love,” he cooed, smiling. “You talk as if you had a choice.” He chuckled- that mocking laugh sent shivers down your spine and made your whole body cold.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered.
“Sorry?” He looked amused. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, beautiful…” He chuckled again as a ringing noise pierced the air. You felt woozy and tried to respond before simply falling over. His arms enveloped you as you did and you felt a strange warmth flow through you. You felt oh so tired suddenly… he felt so warm and safe… Maybe… maybe just… a little sleep couldn’t hurt…
Your senses faded until the only thing you could feel and hear was his arms around you, and his deep laughter.