Warnings: angst(?), fluff
Being an Avenger was hard. Especially for someone like you, who loved writing. You had learned to block your story ideas when ou were on missions. The problem though, was to get them coming again.
Currently, you were in the Stark tower and were looking intently at your laptop screen that was sat on your legs.
“If you look at it any more intensely it’s going to burst in flames” Clint joked when he walked in the living roomand saw you sitting on the sofa.
“That’s it! I can’t do it” you groaned “I have no more ideas and I really need to write something!”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?” you growled.
“Oh, come on! I’ve known you for three years and if there’s one single thing I know about you, is that you only need to write when you want to take your mind off something”, he gave you a knowing look, “Is it about who I think it is?”
“Yeah”, you said non-chatless, “I just saw him talking with Nat this morning. Their faces were so close I’d swear their noses touched.”
“Bucky and Nat?” Clint asked with a shell-shocked expresion plastered on his face “ Impossible. He likes you (Y/N).”
You rolled your eyes at that. Ever since he learned about your crush on Bucky he was trying to set you up with him.
“Whatever, goodnight Clint” you said and shut your laptop closed.
(Y/N)” he replied.
You walked to your bedroom and closed the door behind you. After changing into your pajamas you took your laptop and laid in bed.
You were stressed and when stressed the only thing that helped was a Harry Potter movie marathon. You started the first movie and immediatly felt at home and a nice warm feeling settled inside you. When you started getting sleepy the fourth film was at its end.
The next thing you knew, you were woken up by a loud feminine voice.
“(Y/N), get up already. It’s snowing! And it’s Christmas!” a bewildered Wanda said and opened your bedroom door. ”Get up! And get dressed, for God’s sake.”
You hardly managed to get out of bed and with a little help from Wanda you change into warm enough clothes to play in the snow.
“Come on, the rest of the team is waiting for us outside” she said excitedly. Geez, she could be such a child sometimes.
The first thing you saw when you stepped outside from the facility was snow. Snow covering everything. You found a nice, clean place and set to work to make some snow angels. You were just about to sit down when a ball of snow hitted the side of your head. You turned your head to face the one who hit you and saw Bucky standing there and laughing his ass off. From what you saw yesterday night you were still mad at him. Mad at him because you had done anything possible to show him that you liked him. Hell, even loved him. But he was flirting with Nat.
“Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” you asked impatiently.
“What are you talking about?” he asked with a confused look.
“I saw you with Nat yesterday.Talking and your noses almost touching” you were so frustrated by now you had started throwing snowballs at him in between sentences.”I’ve - done anything - possible - to show you - that - I love you!” you continued while you kept throwing snowballs at him. “ At least - you could - just - have - told me - that you’re - not - interested!”
“(Y/N), hear me out, please!” he pleaded and tried to protect himself with his hands.
“No, I’m not -” you gasped. Before you could finish your sentence, Bucky had thrown you to the ground and fell on top of you.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“If you aren’t going to hear me out willingly, doll, I’ll make you.”
“Really, how?” you retort.
He just smirked at you a devilish smileand before you could say anything else he shut your mouth by kissing you. His lips, although chapped were soft. He pecked you sweetly but when he asked for entrance in your mouth with his tongue, to deepen the kiss, you pulled back.
“But what about-”
“Natasha is nothing more to me than a good friend. When you saw us talking I was asking her help to get you to go out with me. I love you (Y/N). You and only you.
You could feel the butterflies inside your stomach so clearly now. Before, you were so mad that you couldn’t comprehend almost anything. Now though, you could feel everything.
You leaned forward and captured his lips with yours in a passionate yet tender kiss. His lips on yours made goosebumps erupt in your body. He made you feel warm even though there was snow all around you. This time when he asked for entrance you gave it to him. He tried to be soft and sweet but it soon turned into a passionate make out session. Your tongues fought for dominance but you knew he would win. It didn’t matter. Kissing Bucky was like you had imagined. Just perfect.