Snippet from An Irish Solstice
Prompt #15 Shrunkyclunks ficcie by your crazy mod, Wolfiefics:
Aoife said excitedly, "I hear a car. Perhaps Brock is here?"
Bucky looked fretful for a moment before schooling his expression into something more relaxed. His body, though, had gone taut. Steve had the feeling this was about to be an unpleasant encounter.
Aoife left the room and out the front door. A few minutes later they could hear her chattering as she and the last of the coven's solstice guests entered the old Victorian house. A tall, well-built man with harsh if handsome features entered the sitting room behind Aoife.
Rumlow's brown eyes held no hint of warmth despite the smile on his face. "Hey, everyone," he greeted. His eyes landed on Bucky and his smile turned knowing. "Bucky."
"Brock." Bucky's tone was cold.
There was a moment of quiet at Bucky's cold greeting, which Aoife eventually broke by bustling Brock out of the room. "Let me show you your room, Brock. We were going to put you with Bucky in the king-sized bed, but Bucky brought a guest, to our pleasure."
Steve felt and saw Bucky shudder at Aoife's words and a wave of possessiveness washed over him. Bucky had been repulsed by that thought, sharing a bed with Rumlow. There was some bad blood of some kind between the two men. Steve, for the first time since being welcomed by the coven, almost wished he wasn't here, but then he thought twice. Bucky might need a champion. Perhaps it was Fate that Steve was here to stand by Bucky.
That's what friends were for, after all, right?