Life as Avenger can be tough and grueling work. It also happens to be nearly constant. You spend most days fighting off bad guys, killer robots, blue aliens, or even the apocalypse itself, so when you do manage to find downtime, you make a point to enjoy the simple, possibly immature, pleasures in life.
“Hope you’re ready to lose doll,” Bucky challenges with a grin, feet planted firmly onto his battle station (a couch cushion the two of you stole from the tower’s common room.) Stray tendrils of hair escape his man bun and surround the cheesy ninja turtle themed mask you’d found in the children’s section.
You’re the blue one, he’s red.
They pair well with your silly muscle themed aprons. (When they’re out of real capes, you just have to improvise.)
“You know, you talk a real big game for someone who got their ass kicked last round.”
“That was a fluke,” he defends. “Won’t happen again.”
You smile, “Sure pal, we’ll see about that. How about this? Loser of this round has to wear the apron out in public for a whole day, no objections. Deal?”
He thinks on it for a moment but eventually nods. “Why not, you’ll look great on my snapchat story.”
“Oh you’re going down buddy! I’ll be sure to tag Sam and Tony in the Instagram pictures when you lose!”
Your competitiveness in full gear, you tighten your grip on the handle of your weapon. “Same rules as last time, if it touches a limb, that limb is out, but stomach, back, and head are instant kills. Ready? on 3. 1, 2, 3!”
You and Bucky both leap from your designated couch cushions, foam swords clashing against one another with expert precision. You parry for a solid minute in a blur of colors, foam, and assassin level moves until you manage to catch his left arm with the edge of your sword.
Though he refuses the disadvantage. “Wait, that doesn’t count! Metal arm trumps sword!”
“What? This isn’t rock paper scissors, it doesn’t work like- Damnit! James Buchanan Barnes, you dirty cheater!”
The shit eating grin on the super soldier’s face and the sword digging into your stomach are enough to mold your face into a pout.
His smile only widens, “all is fair in love and war doll.”
You scoff and sternly direct him with your sword. “All is fair my ass! Get back on the damn cushion, we’re having a rematch.”
You see his lips part, but the stifled sound of laughter that carries through the room isn’t his.
“Hey guys,” You turn your head to find Steve, clad in his usual workout gear, taking in the scene with complete amusement. Two of his best friends standing amidst stray couch cushions, dressed like sexy baker ninja turtles, all while armed with foam swords (One of which is still placed on your stomach.) He can barely contain his laughter.
“Oh, Stevie! Hi! Uh, you finished your run early today!”
“Yeah,” his smile reaches his eyes, “I sensed I was missing out on all the fun, looks like I was right. Sorry I interrupted.”
Bucky removes the sword from your abdomen, twirling it between his fingers in added drama before placing the edge on his shoulder. “You didn’t interrupt anything, I just won.”
"He cheated,” you inform Steve with annoyance.
More laughter, “I thought Tony sent you out to buy milk?”
“He did.” The billionaires voice rings out through the tower intercom, as if on cue. Stark’s camera system, how could you forget.
You and Bucky exchange panicked looks. Tony’s seen the peak of your nerdom, and now neither of you will live it down.
“We bought you guys gear too?” you shout back with a hopeful tone.
“I’ll be right there.” you hear faint shuffling. “Also Barnes definitely cheated.”
You point at Bucky in triumph, “ha! Suck it Buck!”
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