Beach Boys
Fandom: Avengers / Marvel Rating: GÂ Disclaimer: I donât own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don't sue me, I'm poor. Songs: Iâm Sexy and I Know it - LMAFO // What Does the Fox Say - Ylvis
"Did we really need to get up this early?" Bucky rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as you bounced around him and Steve, gathering all the necessities.Â
"Yes. Absolutely. Yes!" Your excitement bubbled over. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, your thoughts racing thinking about your trip in the morning. Steve laughed, grabbing a bag and hauling it over his shoulder.
"C'mon Buck, aren't you excited for the beach?" Bucky huffed, clearly unimpressed with the idea. You had suggested it the second the weather got warm and hadn't stopped mentioning it since. Finally, the guys had given in and you had set the date.
The guys carried the bags and cooler to the car and you bounded behind them, keys in hand. "I call shotgun!" You yelled out, and Steve and Bucky shot glances at each other. Who was going to drive, and who was stuck riding bitch? "No way man. I always have to ride bitch," grumbled Bucky, crossing his arms. Steve shook his head, there was no way. "I know the way to the beach." "Since when?" You stood between them, waiting impatiently. You could already feel the sand between your toes. "Since I google mapped it last week." Steve held his hand out for the keys. You couldn't care less who drove and stuffed them into his palm. "C'mon, I wanna go!" The three of you piled into the car, Bucky unhappily cramming into the back. You flipped your shades over your eyes, put your bare feet on the dash and pointed forward. "Onwards boys!"
The closest beach was a solid two hours away, and about an hour into the ride the radio started to turn fuzzy. You grinned, seeing your chance to liven up the party. You grabbed the AUX cable and plugged in your phone, clicking on your music app. The first few sounds started up and you could hear Bucky start laughing in the back. "Are you serious Y/N? This song?"
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly I pimp to the beat, Walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control, This is red foo with the big afro It's like Bruce Lee rock at the club
Girl look at that body Girl look at that body Girl look at that body
I work out
You spun in your seat, staring at Bucky over the headrest. "I'm sexy and I know it." You wriggled your eyebrows at him, making him laugh harder. God, how you loved that laugh. It was in his eyes, shining and bright, and it always lit up his face. It was contagious and left you in a fit of giggles. Even Steve was laughing in the drivers seat. You had successfully lightened the mood. Your library shuffled and the next song played. Everyone groaned, but still no one asked you to change it. You all sang along like idiots.
Dog goes woof Cat goes meow Bird goes tweet And mouse goes squeak
Cow goes moo Frog goes croak And the elephant goes toot
Ducks say quack And fish go blub And the seal goes ow, ow, ow
But there's one sound That no one knows What does the fox say?
"That song is awful," Steve said when it finally ended and the next song started up. "Then how do you know all the lyrics?" Challenged Bucky with a chuckle. Steve declined to answer. No matter how shameful the song, everyone knew it. Even Captain America.
Finally, the beach came in view and you started to squeal. It was early enough that only the locals were out, and the parking was prime. You swung into a spot close to the beach and unloaded your stuff, making way to the sand. "Here...no, over there!" You pointed to a spot several feet away. "Pick a spot Y/N!" Steve laughed at your excitement, it was adorable and contagious. You took two steps to the side, glanced at the water and nodded. Perfect. "Here!" Bucky dropped the cooler with a sigh of relief. Steve spread out the blanket while Bucky fought with the umbrella in the sand. Once your spot was claimed and set up you peeled off your shorts and t-shirt, revealing the swimsuit underneath. You were too busy slathering on sunscreen to notice Bucky looking over your frame with a dopey grin on his face. Steve elbowed him in the side, nodding in your direction. Bucky took the hint and moved towards you.
"Hey, need help?" You looked up at him and nodded. "I can't reach my back, wait, can you get sunscreen on your metal arm?" "Yeah, it's like...everything proof." He shrugged and chuckled a little, taking the bottle from you and squeezing a dollop into the palm of his human hand. You jumped a little at first, his hands were cold. "Bucky, you're taking forever. I think my back is done." "Oh, right." He removed his hand from your body quickly. "Here, let me do you." You took the bottle back from him and squeezed some into his hand. He looked back at Steve nervously, who was preoccupied with applying his own sunscreen. Before Bucky could say anything your hands were on his back, rubbing the lotion into his skin. He stiffened both at the cold and the touch of your hands. "Dude, relax." You laughed, moving to his arm. He felt himself blushing. Hopefully, he could blame it on the heat. Your touch was so soft and gentle, sending shivers down his spine. Too soon you were done and you were bounding towards Steve to help him with his back. Bucky took a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself.
Within a couple of hours, the beach filled up with various tourists and locals looking to soak in the sun. You laid out on a beach towel in the sun letting it warm your back. Bucky sat under the umbrella, thumbing through a book. He could hardly concentrate, finding his eyes wandering to you only a few inches away. He couldn't help but wander your frame, admiring the various curves of your body. You looked damn good in that swimsuit. Steve caught him staring and snickered, earning himself a punch in the shoulder.
Suddenly you sat up on your knees, stretching. "I'm hot." "Its...the beach," said Bucky confused. It's going to be hot. "Yeah, and there's an ocean. Come on." Steve stood up with a nod. "That sounds like a good idea, I'm warm myself." Bucky shook his head. No way. There were creatures in the ocean. Fish, and sharks. Nope. "Nah. I'm staying here." You pouted, making your most pathetic face at him. "Come on Bucky, please." He shook his head, adamant. "Nope." Steve looked at him and raised an eyebrow before scooping you up in his arms. "Come on Y/N, let's leave the old man behind." He grinned at Bucky and started walking towards the ocean. "Old man, you're just as old as me!" Bucky yelled, standing up and following behind you and Steve. You laughed, up until the point where Steve dropped you into the ocean. You surfaced and looked for him, intending to get him back. "Steve Rogers, you dropped me!" You yelled, finding him. He laughed, but not at you. You looked out to where he was looking and started laughing. Bucky stood ankles deep, glaring at both of you. You swam until you could walk, and made your way to him. "Come on Bucky, the ocean isn't going to hurt you." You tugged his arm, but he wouldn't move. "Aren't there sharks?" He asked, and you sighed. That's what this was about? "Yeah, but they'd never come this close to shore. It's totally safe Bucky. Plus you could punch a shark in the nose. It's okay." You tugged at him again and he walked a little farther. "What about jellyfish?" "Not at this beach, that would be further south, somewhere warmer." He seemed to relax more and he followed you deeper in. "It's safe Bucky. Come have fun with me." You urged, and that seemed to get him to forget his worries. He smiled finally, and picked you up, running you over to Steve. The three of you splashed and laughed like children. ---- The beach had started to clear when the sun started to lower in the sky, but the three of you stayed on the beach watching the sky turn orange and red. Steve sat in the beach chair, snoring, the day having worn him out. You sat on the edge of the water, a towel wrapped around you, Bucky at your side. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you rested your head on his shoulder. "So do you like the beach Bucky?" You asked, watching the water move in and out, kissing the beach. "I do now." You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked at him, a smiled on your face. "I'm glad, I really wanted to share this with you." "I'm glad you did. I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else." You blushed looking away, but his hand grasped your chin, pulling you back to him. You smirked as your eyes locked with his and you both moved towards the other, lips meeting in a gentle kiss. He tasted faintly of Cola as he melded his soft lips with yours. When he pulled away you were smiling, a big dumb grin. "What?" He asked. "I've been wondering when you'd finally do that." He laughed and put his arm back around you, watching the sun set over the water.
