“Armed, and Dangerous!”
Bucky Barnes(Thunderbolts Timeline) x Male Reader
⋆˚꩜｡⌗: Synopsis: A late night encounter with your boyfriend Bucky Barnes mid-gaming session leads to a awkward interaction involving a character that looks, very similar to him
↳Warnings: Male reader, Bucky jealous of…himself, fanon bucky petname, kissing, reader wants to crack Winter Soldier, I’ve played marvel rivals once ngl, probably poorly written, 1.3k words
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The bed felt cold without you. The white hue that glowed from underneath the door reminded Bucky that you'd rather spend your time playing “modern-day video games” than accompany him in bed.
“HOLY SHI— oh I'm cracking that when I log off.—”
“Dude, [Name], what???”
“Are we deadass…”
“Do us a favor and log off now!!!”
“Y’know what hell yeah! I would too—”
“Ugh, gross. Keep it in your pants. I don't need a reminder of what I heard last week.”
Various voices echo throughout the empty halls of the watchtower, believe it or not you had convinced everyone but Alexei(something about the game being too complex) and Bucky to join you in late night “team bonding” which from what he could hear from through the bedroom door, was an audible action based game—
Along with you randomly groaning about how “Oh my god he’s so hot” and Bob going “Do you #needthat ?” followed by you going “#needthat”
Sighing, Bucky lifts his right arm brushing the hair out of his face. “What on earth—” Pushing himself up, with his right arm, he makes his way to the door. Reaching for the doorknob, just before his fingertips touch the metal—
“OH MY GOD I'M ABOUT TO BUST—” Loud annoyed groans and laughs dance from behind the door. Just for a second Bucky wonders if he's that curious about what has you so vocally turned. It’s only when John screams about losing health that he's turning around tucking himself back into bed.
“I’m not that curious, I’ll ask another time,” He thinks before closing his eyes allowing the darkness of the room to lull him to sleep.
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Hand tucked under your shirt, scratching a spot close to your waistband, you walk into the main section of the watchtower. “Good morning” you yawn slipping into the barstool next to Bucky you take a sip from his coffee. “Good morning, кукла (Doll)” Bucky smiles, resting his hand on the small of your back.
“Yuck, save it for the bedroom.” Yelena groans, bringing her mug up to her lips. “Jealousy kills, Yelena.” You quip, holding Bucky’s mug captive.
“Hey, Barnes—” Ava turns from the stove, holding a spatula. “—can you say, ‘You thought I was gone for good?’” She turns to look at you, a smug smirk spread across her face.
“What?” He questions, confused Bucky follows Ava’s eyes to your hunched over figure, cheeks warmed, slowly tapping the mug in your hands, doing your best to hold it together. Snapping his head back up to the stove he arches his brow. “What's going on—”
Before he can finish Bob peaks from around the corner. “How about, ’Playtime’s over.’ ” Bob mocks a tone similar to Bucky’s causing you to stifle.
“No say, ’Armed, and dangerous!'”John starts looking over to Yelena expectantly. “Again! Again!! Again!!!” Yelena booms, mocking a pose similar to something you've seen Alexei do before, causing Ava and Bob to double over in laughter.
“I have no idea what's going on—” Bucky mumbles, biting his lip in confusion, looking over to a smiling Alexei, he has no idea what's happening but he's happy they're happy.
“Okay, that's enough!” You yell slamming your hands on the table, shaking a few glasses, your face feels hot from embarrassment, the room falls silent from shock—
“Stand down,” John says, eyes flickering to Yelena. “STAND DOWN!!” She roars, causing them to all burst into laughter. You loudly groan shielding your face from the room, storming out while yelling. “You guys are the fucking worst!”
“What the fuck was that?” Bucky looks around the room at his teammates all doubled over laughing at 7 in the morning over quotes he didn’t even understand. “Okay, we’re done here,” he says putting his mug in the sink walking towards the elevator.
“HE SAID THE THING, HE SAID THE—” Was the last thing Bucky heard from Bob before the elevator doors closed.
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“[Name], stop drooling and help us, we're getting cooked.”
“Okay, god forbid a man has hobbies that include staring at this mans luscious ass and man bun—”
It was currently 12:30 am, Bucky sat on the edge of the bed staring at the door that led to the home office that was connected to your shared room. He’d never admit it but he was actually nervous to see who you were talking about behind that door.
A part of him hoped it was just his ears playing tricks on him, but he didn't want you to find anyone else attractive. What if they looked better than him? Were they even real? Who is it that has you barking at the glowing monitor? Why were you barking at the monitor There have to be other ways for you to express being turned on by pixels that move across your screen.
All of these very valid questions filled Bucky’s mind as he made his way across the room turning the doorknob, swinging open the door.
“Armed, and Dangerous!! Again!—” You scream throwing your arms up leaning back against the plush chair. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Bucky took in the scene in front of him. Your computer screen displays a move that seems oddly familiar to the one he pulled in the desert, the one where he flips the almost 500-pound truck with ease—
—Wait why is your screen displaying just that? Squinting he looks in the corners of the screen.
“Winter Soldier, Thunderbolts.” in the top left
“MVP, buckysboyfriend” In the bottom right.
The metal arm spreads across the screen shining as he finally realizes—
“That’s, me.” Slips from his lips before he can even process it came out. Your head snaps to the now-opened door. Eyes widening you attempt to cover your screen to save at least a bit of face.
“милый! (Darling!) I thought you were going to bed, Did I wake you? Sorry, we were just…um…” Your eyes dart rapidly between the monitor and Bucky’s frame which slowly makes its way forward.
“That's me,” He repeats, his metal finger tenderly moves your finger covering his face flashed on the computer.
“What? Oh my god how did you get there What a coincidence, hahahahaomgpleaseleavebeforeidie-fromembarrassment.” You awkwardly laugh, voices from the computer’s speakers mocking your staggered tone.
“Uh-oh, lover boy got caught. Let's go guys, Night [Name], Barnes” Yelena whistles, Bucky stifles a laugh with a cough from Yelena's quick reaction. “You wanna explain yourself?” He crosses his arms, like he wasn't just spiraling thinking you were going to leave him for a digital character, Well, you still might, but he feels better knowing it's just him as an attractive video game character.
“Um…” You pretend to be interested in the floor scratching the back of your neck. Smiling, Bucky steps forward grabbing the back of your neck, lightly tugging your hair back to make you meet his gaze.
He places a soft kiss on your lips, “Ты заставил меня волноваться, что ты влюбилась в кого-то другого, но я рада, что это касается только меня.” (You had me worried you were falling for someone else, if anything I'm glad it's just me.)
Your lips curl upwards, “Really, who did you think I was talking about, Winter Soldier?” he pulls back shaking his head laughing. “Maybe that Leon Kennedy guy again.” he chirps, turning to leave the room.
“Oh my god, that was one time!”
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BONUS: You shuffle in your makeshift seat that was currently Bucky’s thighs. You look up at him, his face was serious, focused, and god was it attractive.
“I don't understand—” You snap back to reality looking down at the screen displaying the “Winter Soldier” and all his available skins, “—Why did you buy every skin of me, and why am I so conveniently hot?”
“God forbid I have a hobby.” You respond defensively, leaning against his chest. “Hobby…and it's just spending all your money on different outfits I already own?” He questions, tapping your thigh, and raising an eyebrow looking down at you.
“Well I can’t let anyone else go around thinking they like you more than me, now can I?” You nudge the center of his chest with your head affectionately.
“Touché, my love” He mumbles, kissing the side of your head.
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Ty for reading (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘)!
