From the prompt list: 88. "Wanna bet?" with WinterIron if you'd like. Please and thank you. :)
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The sun is peeking through the blinds, casting a warm light across their bed. Tony groans as the light hits his face and covers his head with his pillow. He had spent too many hours in the lab after his final meeting of the night, and the lack of sleep was finally catching up to him. He hears a chuckle come from next to him, the sound filling up the quiet room.
“I told you not to spend so long working last night. But did you listen?” Bucky turns to face him, resting his head on his hand. .
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I have no recollection of you ever saying those words to me. I do however, remember you waxing poetic about how dashing I looked covered in motor oil,” he hears Bucky scoff, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep for another 24 hours.”
He nearly falls asleep once more before a finger nudges his side. He pretends to ignore it, hoping that if he doesn’t stir Bucky will actually believe he’s fallen back asleep. This time the covers are thrown off to the side, allowing the cold air to hit Tony’s body. He lifts his head up and turns to glare at the blanket thief. Naturally, Bucky is looking off to the side, trying and failing to hide his smirk. When he finally catches Tony’s gaze he laughs.
“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“You know exactly what you did Barnes.”
“I find it very rude that you’re condemning me for something I clearly didn’t do. You obviously kicked the covers away on your own and now you’re blaming little ol’ me-”
Bucky’s cut off when the pillow smacks him directly in the face. He blinks, before barking out a laugh. It’s Tony’s turn to play dumb. Bucky grabs the pillow behind him and pulls it back, ready to swing.
“Just that I’m gonna kick your ass in this pillow fight.”
They swing at each other simultaneously. They don’t swing hard enough to do any real damage, but it’s fun nonetheless. They both enjoy moments like these, when the world fades away and it’s just about them. There’s no city to worry about, no meetings to attend or banquets to appear at. Here, it’s just two souls melting into one.
With one last hit from Tony, Bucky flops back against the mattress, trying to catch his breath. Tony lays on his back beside him, causing the bed to dip slightly. He looks over and feels his breath catch in his throat. The sunlight peeking in from earlier is even brighter, illuminating the features of Bucky’s face. He’s beautiful.
“You’re staring there, Stark.”
Tony feels himself smile, despite the teasing. He heaves himself up, and presses a chaste kiss against Bucky’s lips. He lets out a soft hum and rises from the bed.
“I think it’s time for breakfast. I’m thinking pancakes sound pretty good right now.”
Bucky laughs, slowly making his way out of the bed to follow his boyfriend.
“Well, I think you owe me some after I clearly won that fight.”
Bucky scoffs, “I don’t think high-pitched screaming counts as winning.”
Tony turns and pretends to be hurt, “How rude! And here I was going to offer you a cup of coffee before I made my own.” A hand grips his wrist and spins him around. Bucky kisses him softly.
Maybe waking up early wasn't so bad after all.
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