Summary: Bucky’s flirting with Y/N seems to be going nowhere; but today he’s going for the win.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes
Alright, enough with playing games.
Bucky was going to really go for it this time; pulling out all the stops.
He’d gotten his hair cut; freshly shaved; put his tightest black tee. He even asked Sam for cologne.
He joined the group in the public conference room; today they were discussing the Stockholm mission. It went fine, but it could’ve gone better. It was just going over an old strategy; reviewing details, maybe mixing up the next planned strike teams and pairings. Nothing too serious.
So Bucky had some wiggle room for other priorities.
Today he was determined to get Y/N’s attention. He had been trying for ages; ever since he’d first set foot in the compound.
Tony hadn’t been entirely pleased, Y/N had been his right hand for years. Pepper had taught her all the ropes; and Tony couldn’t ask for a better admin.
“I don’t want your dirty old man hands on my employees,” Tony warned, “besides, you’re not her type.”
But the warning had only made Bucky try harder. Not that it amounted to much.
She was just so… god, there wasn’t even a word to describe it.
He couldn’t tell whether it was obliviousness or just smooth dismissal on her end; it seemed like nothing he did worked.
Y/N was a very serious, hard working woman. She was reserved, and incredibly intelligent.
She took no shit; she had no filter; and she didn’t hold back.
She made sure everyone knew exactly what she thought of them; but only when asked.
Honesty as an embodiment was Y/N L/N.
God he couldn’t get enough of it. She told people to shut up, she told people when they were slacking, she’d given him hell a couple times too. And he loved it.
Which he told her, countless times.
“You know, I like a woman that takes charge.”
“Most people do.” She’d said to him.
It made him laugh how quickly she’d respond, how easily the retorts came to her.
But when it came to his assertive flirting; he couldn’t tell if she actually understood that’s what he was doing. Every compliment was either responded with a straight thank you or a clever but honest quip.
“You look incredible by the way.”
“You know, we really couldn’t have done this without you Y/N.”
“You’ve got some good moves. You could probably teach me a few things Y/N…”
“You’re one of the most incredible soldiers on this team Barnes, me mentoring you would be unnecessary.”
Every time. Every single time she shot him down. Beautifully and respectfully of course, and boy did he admire her for it.
But he couldn’t tell whether it was politeness or obliviousness.
So he was going for it today.
“Thanks for showing up Barnes, we were waiting on you.” Sam teased as the man walked in the door.
Immediately Bucky looked for Y/N. As his eyes landed on her he was disappointed to see that she was facing away from him, looking at her notes with intensity. Her glasses slid down on her nose, and her tongue darted to lick her bottom lip as she reviewed the structure for today’s meeting. Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen him in all his glory.
Nat noticed the man’s attire and new trim, and she smirked ever so slightly. She knew what he was up to, in fact they all were, they had developed a plan to be wing-men as best they could.
“Well look at you Sarge, you’re looking spiffy.” She commented.
Bucky flashed his pearly whites, “Well I had to look my best, I knew this pretty little lady was making an appearance today.”
He strode up to her chair confidently, his hands resting on the back of her seat, he bent down to speak gently in her ear.
“And how are we today, Miss Y/N?”
Nat could hear the huskiness in his voice from across the large conference table; she could tell he was trying. It was certainly effective; the man was sexy as hell and knew was well aware of his strengths. Any girl would melt at the low rumble in Barnes’ voice, like liquid honey, so smooth and rich.
Y/N, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest.
“I’m fine Sergeant Barnes, yourself?”
He smirked, of course that wouldn’t work. But he’d keep trying.
“Better, now that I’m seeing you.”
She flipped to the next page, scribbling down a note that was incoherent to Bucky. For such a polished woman, she sure had messy handwriting.
“Good to hear; Tony is caught up with Bruce unfortunately so we’ll have to postpone the meeting another ten minutes. You’ll have to push back training with Steve, but it shouldn’t affect your schedule too much.”
Bucky nearly laughed, but he wasn’t giving up yet.
“Fine by me,” he said as he sat himself in the seat beside her, “More time with you the better.”
Sam shook his head; the blatantly obvious flirtations disgusted him.
She pulled out her phone, checking a text from Tony.
“Well I know how important your training is; I’m not sure how much of a help I could be for your endurance training.”
“I can think of a few ways.” He said, running his tongue along the inside of his lower set of teeth.
Sam and Nat shared a look; that was damn suggestive. Thank god Steve wasn’t around to hear such dirty language.
“Yeah Y/N,” Sam piped up, “I’m sure you could get our Barnes’ blood pumping.”
Nat could barely hold back her smile as she chimed in, “Yeah, young girl like you and a young man like him—”
“He’s 108 years old.” Y/N corrected.
The three nearly burst out laughing; was this girl that clueless?
“Just saying,” the redhead continued, “don't think it’d be the worst pairing in the world.”
“I second that.” Bucky stated.
Well now he was practically spelling it out for her.
Hey, I like you. Fucking do something please.
She sighed as she took off her reading glasses; and bit the arm as she reviewed what she’d written.
“Well,” she said, starting a new page, “If there’s anything you recommend for improving your workout regimen, I’m all ears.”
Bucky reached out a hand and slowly urged her to set down her notes on the table. She looked up at him calmly; her visage was serious, and as she slightly tilted her head with pursed lips, Bucky almost forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t even have to do anything and it worked wonders. Yet Barnes was doing everything and it got him zip.
“Y/N, I’d certainly love to add you to my workout regimen.”
Sam choked on air as Natasha giggled, raising a hand to her lips in order to quiet her laugh.
Y/N’s smile was small; seemingly not registering the clear implication behind his words.
“I’ll bring it up to Tony, he can run it past Steve and see what we can implement.”
Bucky looked over her features; feeling somewhat defeated. Only other obvious thing he could do at this point was kiss her and profess an undying love for her. But, while he still had some dignity left, he chose to leave it alone.
Besides; at this point, he felt that even that wouldn’t cross her radar.
The man was out of options.
He leaned back in his seat, he’d gotten all dolled up for nothing.
The question surprised him; coming from the ruby red lips of the woman in front of him. He shot a glance at Sam, who shot a glance at Nat, who shot a glance at Y/N, who was completely nonchalant.
“You noticed,” Bucky teased, “You like?”
The woman smirked, “No, you smell like Sergeant Wilson.”
“Ouch,” Sam said, “Hurting my ego here, Y/N.”
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. Now he felt stupid, of course she’d notice something like that. This woman probably had their dreams logged into a catalog; what didn’t she know?
“It’s not bad cologne,” Y/N stated, “But I like your normal cologne better, Sergeant Barnes.”
Unable to speak, Barnes stared at the woman shocked.
“My, my.” Nat said, equally as surprised. “That’s awfully unprofessional for a work meeting Miss L/N.”
Y/N smirked as she set down her notes, “Tony’s not around, my reserve’s a little more loose when the boss isn’t motivating me to work.”
Again, the woman’s words shocked the room, still leaving Bucky speechless.
Was she joking around with them? And did she… did she just flirt with him?
“Well Miss Wild Card,” Sam said, “if we’re ‘letting loose’, why don’t you tell Sergeant Barnes over here how nice he looks today?”
The smile that crossed her features was devilish, as she glanced in the soldiers direction, Bucky couldn’t help but gulp.
There was a dark glint in her eye, something that they doubted anyone had ever seen before.
The woman turned, crossing one leg over the other as she faced Barnes. Twirling her pen in her hand as she gave him a once over, she smirked happily to herself.
“You look nice,” she said.
Though it was simple, it was enough. All the hard stops Bucky had planned before going out the window; any partial scheme he’d created was completely forgotten. Three little words and it nearly gave him a heart attack.
None of them expected, or were prepared for what she said next.
Turning back to her notes, she continued to write as she spoke.
“Look so good that I’d ride your thighs every day of the week, and twice on Sunday.”
Sam’s booming laughter fell on deaf ears as Bucky fell out of his chair.
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