Playful Profanity
hi @kityalea-ticklish !! i’m your secret santa for squealing santa this year! i’m so so sorry that this is a little late! i struggled with trying to come up with something good, but i hope you enjoy this. happy holidays! xoxo
warning: contains profanity, because Bucky and Steve were in the army and they like to taunt each other.
Bruce, Tony, Natasha, and Clint were relaxing in the living room on the communal floor of the Avengers tower, each of them doing their own activities. Natasha and Bruce had been reading, Tony was working on blueprints, and Clint was watching whatever shitty reality TV was on. The calm atmosphere didn’t last for long, as none other than Captain America burst through the door full speed and vaulted over the couch.
Immediately, all four avengers in the room sprung to their feet, guns and bows were pulled out from god knows where, and aimed towards the door. Then they heard another set of footsteps bounding down the hallway, accompanied by a shout.
"I'm gonna kill you, Rogers!!"
Steve ran into the next room over, trying to hide. Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Tony all dropped their weapons; false alarm. It was just Bucky, The Winter Soldier, chasing Steve. Again.
Bucky burst through the doorway, and Clint pointed in the direction Steve had run in. Bucky gave him a quick salute and bolted away. Moments later, a loud shriek followed by protests told them that he had found Steve. Bucky came through the door backwards, dragging Steve by the arms. Steve was kicking and thrashing, trying to get away. Bucky dropped his best friend on the living room floor and pinned him down.
“Steve would you like to tell our friends here what you said to me a few minutes ago?” Bucky inquired.
“What was it you called me? A “sour old timer”?”
Steve threw his head back and laughed hearing the phrase again.
“It’s not like I’m wrong, old man.” He returned, a smirk on his face.
“That’s it. Now you’re asking for it.” Bucky playfully snarled. Pinning Steve down with his human arm, he snaked the fingers of his metal hand underneath Steve’s shirt, ghosting them over his bare skin.
Steve yelped and started squirming, stubborn laughter stumbling out of his mouth.
“Cohohold!!! Buhucky! Thahat’s not whahat I meheant!” He protested.
Bucky put more pressure behind his touch, knowing exactly where to poke and prod to make his best friend fall apart. Steve's protests were lost in a sea of hysterical laughter as Bucky dug his metal fingers into Steve's stomach.
“BUHUHCKEHEHEHE!!!!!” Steve shrieked. His head was thrown back on to the floor, his smile wide and his laughter filling the room to the brim.
“Have something to say to me now, bastard?” Bucky tried to taunt him, but he couldn’t keep the stupid grin off of his face while listening to Steve’s ridiculous laughter.
“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!!!” Steve yelled through his laughter, defiant as ever.
Bucky shook his head with a laugh. “Ohoho, now you’re really gonna get it you son of a bitch!”
The other avengers watched on in amusement. These playful disputes were not uncommon between the two soldiers. Most people would think that Steve Rogers would be a calm, reserved man, when in fact he was quite the troublemaker and loved nothing more than messing with Bucky. They were army boys after all.
After a few more minutes of empty threats behind hurled between them and Steve laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes, Natasha called over to them from her spot on the couch.
“Don’t kill him, Buck.”
Bucky took that as his cue to give Steve a breather, and he stood up off of him. Steve laid on the floor, breathless and red in the face. Bucky offered him a hand and helped him stand up. He playfully ruffled Steve’s hair with a smile and turned to go sit on the couch with the rest of the Avengers. Steve has a devilish smile on his face, and smacked Bucky on the back of the head. Laughing, Steve bolted out the door with Bucky yelling and not far behind him.
“I swear there is never a day of peace in this house.” Natasha sighed, and returned to her book, ignoring the crash down the hallway.
