A Little Too Friendly II Drabble II VintageFasha
Based on this post.
There are like five different ways of saying Bucky/Yasha/Faith, haha. I decided on VintageFasha.
As it turns out, becoming Captain America meant a lot of press. Interviews, talk shows, press conferences, all of it. In the beginning, Bucky was truly horrible at it. He would stutter or stumble or glare or scoff or say all sorts of wrong things. In part, that might have been because all he could think about was that Steve truly is a saint for dealing with this crap for so long. And then he’d remember, oh wait, Steve was a saint. Because Steve was dead. And the interview tended to go downhill from there.
Over time, it got better. Slowly, but surely. He got more comfortable in front of cameras, on the microphone, and over time, America started to love him. More and more of Bucky’s natural charm came out, and he quickly became beloved by many.
Perhaps, beloved by too many.
Yasha grew increasingly incredulous as the interview went on. It was just him and Faith here, watching this little...this little...travesty. Luke and Winter were off on missions, and god, was that a good thing. Who knew how Luke would react. Yasha could already feel righteous anger building in his system.
Bucky was flirting with the interviewer.
Glancing at Faith if she seemed at all perturbed by this, her face was far more neutral than the horrible scowl on his, but an eyebrow was slightly upticked and he could see the emotions in her eyes.
It just got worse from there.
Hands on legs, giggles, compliments, and then, and then.
Bucky tried to kiss her neck.
Oh, he was in so much fucking trouble.
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“Welcome home Bucky.” Faith spoke before Yasha could, which was probably a good thing considering that the most that would have come out probably would have been a Russian tirade. “How’d the interview go?”
“Good, good.” Bucky shared absentmindedly, pecking her on the cheek as he passed, heading for the fridge, “It was fun.”
“Fun?!” Yasha all but shrieked, startling Bucky enough that he jumped. “Реальный весело. Смотря какой-то подражатель журналист ощупью вас. Но эй, я полагаю, что это удовольствие для вас, вы, конечно, казалось, любили чувство ей на ногу взамен. Было ли это хорошо? Я держал пари, это было приятно. Я держал пари, что это было весело." Real fun. Watching some wannabe journalist grope you. But hey, I imagine that is fun for you, you certainly seemed to love feeling her up in turn. Was it nice? I bet it was nice. I bet it was fun.
Bucky’s expression was completely confused, if not slightly irritated by Yasha spouting off in Russian he couldn’t understand. Looking to Faith, he was surprised to see the anger on her face as well.
Yasha didn’t wait for him to understand, scowling fiercely at him as he moved forward to slam his back against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“You were flirting with that woman.” Faith filled him in, moving forward to watch with interest. After all, jealous Yasha frequently resulted in fun times.
“I-I was just being friendly!” Bucky objected, wrapping his fingers around Yasha’s wrists, but making no move to actually try to push him away, blue of his eyes darker than usual. He was enjoying himself. Probably having fun. Ugh, Yasha wanted to punch him.
“A little too friendly.” Faith stated pointedly, narrowing her eyes at him. In truth, she understood that a lot of it was just Bucky turning up the charm for the public, but still. It wasn’t like she could take out her anger on the woman, but she could definitely make sure that Bucky knew who really loved him.
As if reading her thoughts, and needing to do something to stop him from punching that stupid look off his handsome face, “Мой.” Mine. Yasha hissed, biting down hard on Bucky’s neck and drawing a high pitched whine from the man, his hips automatically rocking up against the Russian’s.
“Мы живем.” Ours. Faith corrected, tone rather bland, though the smirk on her face showed her pleasure. Yasha turned his gaze away briefly from Bucky in order to glance to her, eyes hinting at just what he wanted. She nodded slightly, and Bucky glanced between them, corner of his lip twitching as he obviously tried to stop a grin.
Yasha really wanted to punch him.
Luckily for Bucky, he and Faith figured out a different way to take out their frustration. A way that was much more enjoyable and really, probably only encouraged Bucky to turn the charm way up the next time he saw an interested female interview, if that was the ‘punishment’ he got.
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Yet, in his next interview, Bucky got quite a few questions about the litany of bruises along his neck and jaw. He blushed a frankly alarming shade of red and stammered out something about injuries from a mission.