steve m bond

anonymous asked:

imagine skinny steve as q and bucky as 007

“007,” the slim blond says, head tilting at him. “I’m your new quartermaster.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Barnes says. “A strong wind could knock you down.” And the slim blond’s mouth pinches in barely repressed anger.

“I assure you, Barnes, I could destroy more countries in the morning in the time it takes me to put on my hearing aid than you could do in months.”

Barnes’ lips curl into a snarl. “Oh yeah?” His gaze says prove it, and Q can’t help but rise to it. Famous last words, those.

In the months that they’ve been working together, they’ve developed a reportoir. Q is the only one that can control 007, somewhat, though frankly, no one likes being in the same room with them on mission. 

“Too intimate,” Sam, or R, from Q branch says.

“Too bloody annoying,” M says with a sigh, tossing her hair back.

“Listen, you little punk,” Barnes is saying over coms. “Don’t you dare tell me to put my back into it or I’ll–”

“Put your back into it, jerk,” Q says smartly and looks smug when Barnes shoves open the door with a snarl. 

“Don’t say it,” he says after a moment.

“Of course not, 007,” Q says, way too easily.

Later, Barnes brings back his pistol in pieces and his comm fried and drops them unceremoniously on Q’s desk. He leans against him, and those around them try not to make it too obvious that they’re listening.

“You, me, dinner,” Barnes says and Q rolls his eyes. 

“How many more times do I have to say no before you believe me?” he asks. “Go ask Romanoff. You two are thick as thieves anyway.”

“I’m gonna keep askin’ until you say yes, doll,” he says with a roguish grin. Q sighs.

“If I say yes, will you go away?” 

Barnes just smiles wider.

“Fine,” he says. “Pick me up at 8. Don’t be late.”

There’s a collective pause around the crowd as Barnes saunters out, and Q hides a smile.

At approximately 8 sharp, Barnes drives up to the front of his building and Q steps out, smiling when Barnes pulls him in for a kiss. 

“Hey, Steve,” he murmurs warmly and Steve smiles.

“Hi, Bucky.”

“How much longer d’you think we can fool them?” he asks, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“Most of them probably know by now,” he says. “You’re still the most obnoxious agent I work with.”

Barnes grins widely. “That’s the way I work, sweetheart,” and Steve sighs, long suffering. 

“Take me out to dinner, 007.”