Little expert from Distant Lover (Stucky)
One shot of classic Stucky yearning, full story will be published on my Ao3 soon ;)
Steve’s mission was going fairly well, no casualties so far. Well, besides the goons of course. He was deep in shield paperwork on extraction to the next spot, his other teammates deep in thought or sleep, as the deep snores from Tony and Clint drifted in. God, how he wished he had taken Natasha up on her offer of noise-cancelling headphones, though they’d only be so much help with his superhearing. As he was about halfway done with his second document of paperwork, his phone rang. He perked up in surprise and answered without thinking. The person breathed out deeply and whispered.
“Stevie?”
“Buck?”
A breathless laugh was heard
“You punk, I was worried about you.”
A raspy chuckle from Steve came from his throat louder than he intended. He quickly looked around, making sure no one woke up, and breathed a sigh of relief before turning his attention back to Bucky.
“I missed you.”
“I know, Stevie, I missed you more.”
“How’s the mission going? Wishing you had your supersoldier meat shield with you?”
“Yeah, a bit,” he chuckled before humming, “But you know what the doc said.”
“Yeah, yeah, no dangerous, potentially life-threatening field work for a couple months, I know Stevie, but being in the tower all the time, without you, just doesn't feel right.”
“ I know Bucky, but it really is for the best. I should be back in a week or two.”
A large, drawn-out groan came from the man on the other end
“Well, how about you talk about boring painting facts so I can sleep?”
