Penguins: Bucky x Reader
It’s not cold outside, but lets pretend it is. Hope you like it… :)
You shivered, pulling your arms in closer to your body. The fire alarm went off thirty minutes ago, and you were still waiting for the firemen to arrive. You were staying in one of the Avengers headquarters in the upper part of New York. Everyone must’ve thought that a bunch of mutant superheroes could take care of themselves, because the fire department didn’t show up for another fifteen minutes.
“Finally,” you heard James huff from beside you. You could see his breath wafting in the air, reminding you just how cold it was. And that you were only wearing a t-shirt you managed to grab on your way out. It’s not your fault that you thought clothes were restricting, especially when you’re sleeping.
“I know, I’m freezing my ass off out here,” you replied, bouncing from foot to foot. Your pale legs stood out in the darkness, making you more self conscious than before. They almost glowed in the dark they were so pale, so you pulled down your t-shirt a little bit more.
“You’d think they’d pick up the pace or something,” Bucky practically growled. “It’s not like we’ve saved the world before. It’s not like we’re important or anything.” You looked over at him and examined his clothing. Or lack of. He was shirtless, which brought heat to your cheeks. His sweat pants hung low on his hips, and he also seemed to be bouncing on bare feet.
“It’s not like we’ve singlehandedly taken down several terrorist organizations,” you added.
“We’ve probably saved these men’s lives before, and this is how we’re thanked?”
“Thanks for letting me freeze to death…” You mumbled, making James chuckle. When you looked back over in his direction, he was staring down at you with his big, doe-like eyes. He had a weird expression, like a mix of awe and comfort. You ignored it, and instead focused on preventing your blood from freezing in your veins.
You didn’t know everything about Bucky, so there was no use lying about it. You liked to tell yourself that James was closer to you then other people, and that when he needed help he’d go to you. But honestly, you didn’t know just how true that was. Sure, he made you laugh, a lot, but that didn’t really mean a lot in the grand scheme of things. You wanted him to come to you with something other than cheesy one-liners and stupid puns; you wanted an actual relationship.
But you’d never tell him that.
Just thinking about it gave you the chills. Or that could’ve been the breeze. You were too afraid to get the ball rolling, prove that you were actually interested. Because what if he wasn’t? And sure, you wanted to have conversations that had actual depth to them once in a while, but you didn’t want to lose the silly conversations you two had at three in the morning.
“Are you still breathing over there?”
“Barely,” you answered, shuffling back and forth.
“We could do what penguins do.”
With that, Bucky pulled you close to his chest, enveloping you in body heat. You never wanted him to let you go.