1. shut your eyes - snow patrol for Marvel pleeeeeeese! :D
//Okay, so this is adorable and short and sorry it took so long!//
"No, I'm serious, soldier-boy, close 'em," Tony says, his voice sounding teasing but his face deadly serious like this is super, super important.
"Fine," Bucky grumbles, doing as he's told and even going so far as to put his hand over his eyes so he can't cheat. Because he really, really wants to cheat.
They're sitting in the middle of the kitchen at the back of Tony's bakery, Bucky on a wooden stool covered in flour that's spread to his pants and Tony's standing in front of him with his hands behind his back and this big grin on his face like he's either about to do something terrible or something great, or based on what Bucky knows of Tony at this point, probably something closer to a mix of the two.
"Now open your mouth," Tony says, making Bucky's eyebrows start crawling up his forehead in alarm and causing Tony to amend his previous statement with, "Just trust me, alright?" which makes Bucky roll his eyes from behind his eyelids but again, do as instructed.
"Okay," Tony says, suddenly sounding all nervous, "try this." He sticks something warm and crumbly and brown-sugar-cinnamon-y into Bucky's mouth and the second Bucky's lips close around it he moans, like, out loud. He was wrong. This is better than great, this is amazing, whatever it is.
He takes a moment to savor it before finally chewing and swallowing then muttering, "God, Tony, that was better than sex," making Tony bark out a laugh.
"Glad I could provide that sort of satisfaction in some way," Tony says and normally that sort of statement would have Bucky getting nervous, have him dragging out the usual statements about how Tony needs to shut up because they don't need to do that for this to be good, but the way Tony says it, like his voice is infected by the sweetness of the brown sugar in whatever he's calling the thing he just made makes Bucky's shoulders roll back rather than clench up.
Bucky drops his hand, his eyes drift open and he looks at Tony, notices the bit of powdered icing on his cheek and the holes in his t-shirt and he feels… good. He just feels good. Tony makes him feel good. "What was that, anyway, and how much magic did you put in it?" he asks, fully unable to take his eyes away from Tony and not at all wanting to.
"Well," Tony says, making an indecipherable noise Bucky has come to know is Tony-speak for I don't know.
Tony waves a hand over at the counter at the back of the room and Bucky briefly diverts his eyes to notice a silver metal tray containing something that looks almost like cookies, only taller and squarer. "I'll come up with a name later, and lots. Nat's been teaching me how to inject magic into my baking on purpose and it's been going really well," Tony says as he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks off a bit of brown sugar that had been stubbornly sticking to the edge of it.
"Huh," Bucky says, fighting off the urge to grab Tony's hand and stick that thumb in his own mouth to devour the sugar stuck on the edge of it, to see what it tastes like coming off of Tony. "Is that why you've been needing to hire on a third person for the bakery lately?"
Tony's eyes flit side to side and he tilts his head a little, Tony-speak for pretty much. "Could hire you," Tony says, hand dropping to his side as his eyes laser-focus on Bucky's.
"Yeah?" Bucky asks, his voice going deep without his meaning for it to.
"Your face, my baking? We'd make an absolute killing," Tony says as he steps forward and slots himself in between Bucky's legs, leaning in and wrapping his hands around the back of Bucky's neck. They're close enough to be breathing the same air now, and they both taste of sugar and sweetness and light.
"Hmmm," Bucky says, his eyes still locked onto Tony's. He never wants to look at anything else but Tony. "Could do."
The kiss they share tastes even better than Tony's magic-infused baking.
