*Steve's POV*

I head to my room after talking with y/n, chuckling the whole way. It isn't too far from yours. I just have to go down a floor and I'm right under you. When either of us have a particularly bad night, we knock messages in Morse code through the floor. I sit down at my drawing desk and start to sketch you rolling your eyes. I'll give it to you later and maybe that'll cheer you up. Not too long into it, I realize that won't be necessary.

"God, Bucky!" I hear you shout and I instantly grin. It's not like I haven't heard a girl yell that before, but it's definitely been a while. Not since the forties. I stand and cover my ears as I walk out of my room and to the gathering room. Luckily Tony's A.I. has been installed in the new facility, so it's easy to get into contact with the team.

"Friday, could you get the team to gather where I am? Leave out Bucky and y/n, please." I ask nicely.

"Of course, sir. Everyone is on their way." She tells me and I sit down on the couch with a sigh, content to wait. Clint comes in first, grinning like a fox. I return his smile.

"I could hear them from the roof. Damn." He says and shakes my hand before sitting down on the opposite side of the couch.

"Well it's about time. They were either going to do this or murder one another." I say honestly and Clint nods. "Just be thankful you're not in the room under them." I tell him and he chuckles.

"I don't know, Rogers," Nat arrives and sashays over to sit on the armrest next to me. "a lot of guys don't mind listening to their particular kind of music." She smirks as my cheeks get a little pink.

"If what I just heard is music then I'm a dancing monkey." Tony butts in as he shows up. He plops down on the recliner across from me and sighs happily.

"I wouldn't argue with that, Stark." Wanda responds with a cheeky smile and the Vision on her tail. Tony shrugs and kisses her hand as she walks past, earning a light slap on the back of his head from her.

I lean forward and take out the list from my pocket. "Alright. Now, Wanda you were out first so you're cooking the meals for the rest of the month-"

"Thank god it was her and not you Tony. I think we would've starved otherwise." Clint interrupts me with a sour look.

Tony makes a fake offended face. "I can, you know, make a great coffee." We all groan at that and I continue.

"After Wanda it's Tony. You have to shave your face and keep it that way for two weeks." That's met with some giggles as Tony pouts. "Natasha, no pranks on Clint and I for a week." She smirks slightly and nods. Frankly, everyone was afraid of making Natasha's punishment too bad. She's a little too good at revenge. I turn to Clint and hold out a hand. "We were even in how far away we were from the date, so I'd say it's a tie." He reaches out and shakes my hand, but everyone else moans.

"That's bullshit. Only one person can win." Tony points out and everyone else nods.

I relax back into my seat and shrug. "We could make another bet to solve this one." I suggest, glancing over at Clint to see if he's in agreement.

He nods once and grins. "Let's up the game a bit as well." He proposes and leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees.

My lips curve and my eyebrows go up. "What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"First person that gets Barnes to take a swing at someone else wins." Instantly I reach out and shake his hand again.

"Deal." I say.

"Hold on. What are the stakes?" Natasha asks after elbowing my head.

Pondering for only a moment, I respond. "They win the previous bet and...they get to make whatever changes they want to the other's suit. The person then has to wear the suit to the nearest children's hospital." I look around the circle and see everyone nodding, then look at Clint.

"You've got yourself a deal, Cap." He tells me. I grin and nod. This is going to be hilarious.

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*Y/N's POV*

"Bucky, I can't move when you lay across me like this." He groans at my complaint and I can't help but smile. It's the morning after and his body is splayed across mine, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. "Please. I need some coffee before dealing with your shit." I scold and he turns his head towards me so his lips graze my cheek.

"That's rude." He murmurs and I laugh, even though it's difficult with him on me.

"Please, Sarge." I ask nicely and that finally gets him to move. He lifts himself up by his arms and his metal arm sends sunlight shooting throughout the room. He floats just above me, held up only by his arms. Our eyes meet and he smiles softly, then leans down and gives me a tender kiss that makes it feel like he's kissing my soul. I hum into his mouth and he presses down a little harder, letting the bed cushion my head. After a minute or two of hard kisses, I flip him over and leave him lying on the bed as I get dressed. I put on matching red underwear and bra, liking the way Bucky's eyes scan me as he watches me from the bed. I put on his shirt and sophie shorts, then head to the door.

"You're just going to leave me here, doll?" He asks and I can hear the smirk in his voice. I sigh and don't dare turn around. If I do, I most certainly will never leave.

"You know where to find me when you get your lazy ass out of bed. Hurry, and maybe I'll save you a kiss and some coffee." I slip out of the room and head towards the gathering room. When I walk in I shut my eyes and moan when I smell the coffee.

"Huh. I would've thought that you lost your voice after last night." Natasha teases as she breezes by me. She puts a coffee cup in my hands as I make a face at her, a bit surprised.

"Ah, yes. Congratulations to you! We all were wondering when you two were going to do the do. Could've done it a bit sooner and saved my ass, but..." Tony trails off on the couch and I gasp when he turns to face me.

"Oh my god. Why do you have a baby face? Why would you shave?" I ask instantly, walking over and rubbing a hand across his cheek. Everyone in the room laughs and I have a distinct feeling I'm missing out on something.

"There was a bet between us all to see how long you and Barnes would hold out. Everyone lost but Steve and I, but that'll be rectified soon." Clint replies and sends a wink Steve's way. Shock rolls through me as I look between Steve and Clint. Steve at least has the decency to look a bit ashamed. His words register as I take a sip of coffee. It's like it has brain cells in it and mine are depleted in the morning.

"Wait. How are you rectifying it?" I ask, putting my hand on my hip.

"We made another bet. Whoever gets Barnes to punch someone first wins and gets to uh, edit the other's suit." Steve explains.

I think for a moment and grin. "I'm in on the bet." I say forcefully and stare them down, daring them to say no. Both of them incline their heads to me and I nod once. Get ready to be slayed, bitches. Bucky walks in with underwear and a tank-top on and nothing else, looking like a sex god with messy hair. I sit down next to Tony and swing my legs over his lap. He doesn't even look up from his iPad, he just lays a hand on my thigh and runs his fingers up and down.

"Anyway, I don't mind the baby face Stark." I tell him and he now spares me a glance.

"Really?" He asks skeptically.

"No, I definitely prefer the beard." I lean forward and brush my knuckles up and down his cheek, carefully watching Bucky in the background as he clenches and unclenches his fists. "Although, I'm not a fan of beard burn." I say with a light laugh.

Tony smiles and catches my hand, rubbing his lips across my hand before planting a kiss on each knuckle. "You know, that wouldn't be a problem right now. And for the next two weeks. We could come to an arrangement if you like. Unless you only go for angry bionic men. Oh, wait." He smiles at his horrible joke and I laugh, setting my coffee cup down on the coffee table and leaning forward to kiss Tony's cheek. I hear a cup shatter on the counter and smile. Damn, I have this bet in the bag. I make myself frown and stand up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Bucky asks, his fist surrounded by broken mug shards on the counter. I put my hands on my hips.

"Whatever I fucking want. What, do you own me now?" I ask as I step around Tony so he doesn't end up being killed. Bucky's frown deepens and he takes a step towards me.

"Well, you've always acted like you own me, so why not?" He dares and it isn't hard to fake my anger, although the giggles behind me does. I move towards him so we're almost touching and shake my head in his face.

"You don't own me." I snap at him and step back. "Tony, why don't we go to my room for a while? Test out your newly shaved face?" I ask, staring into Bucky's eyes. As I thought he would, Tony pops up with a cocky grin. He takes my hand and we begin walking out.

"Fuck that." Bucky murmurs and I hit the deck, dragging Tony down with me just in time to avoid him getting his brains splattered against the wall. I start laughing when Clint starts cussing and Steve smiles. Steve isn't stupid however, he gets up and places his hand on Bucky's shoulder to keep him from pursuing Tony. Surprisingly, Bucky shoves him off and stands over me, absolutely livid. "What the hell, y/n? Do you think last night was just fucking? I'm in love with you, god dammit! I've been in love with you since the fucking beginning!" He announces, anger and frustration pouring off him in waves. My eyes widen and my mouth pops open in surprise. He shakes his head at me and stomps out as I struggle to my feet, leaving Tony lying on the floor.

"Bucky, wait!" I call out after him, but he starts to sprint. "Oh fuck." I sprint after him and feel like a child playing tag. He's a damn blur when he reaches top speed, but I just barely keep up. At least until he turns a corner and I can no longer see him anymore. There's a door to my left that leads to the roof and I quickly open it and run up the stairs. I burst out the door absolutely breathless and am grabbed roughly and yanked to the side. Bucky stands in front of me still fuming, holding my upper arms against the metal side of the box that leads to the stairs.

"Bucky...please...let me...explain." I say, fighting to talk and get breath in my lungs at the same time. His blue eyes are stormier than any time we've ever fought before, but I'm not scared. I've never been afraid of him. "I-" He cuts me off when he presses his lips to mine, hard. My body instantly responds to him like a magnet attracted to it's partner. My mouth is still open from gasping and he wastes no time in letting his tongue explore my mouth, dancing with mine before pulling back. If possible, when he pulls away I'm more breathless from the kiss than from running.

"Does Tony kiss you like that? Can anyone else, kiss you like that?" He growls, his forehead resting on mine. I can do nothing but shake my head. He moves my arms above my head and holds both my wrists with one hand while his other slides down my body, slipping into my underwear and feeling how wet I am just from that damn kiss. "Does anyone make you this wet other than me?" He snaps again, his voice authoritative and firm.

"God, no." I murmur with a smile and give him a gentle peck as his hand rests on my bare hip under my shirt. "But Bucky, it wasn't real. There was a bet to see who could make you punch someone first." I explain quickly. "They made a bet about when we'd fuck each other and this was my payback. I don't want Tony." I laugh lightly at the thought. Confusion swirls around his deep eyes, but at least he's listening to me. "I don't want anyone but you." I tell him sincerely. "You're a pain in the ass, but you're mine. You. Are. Mine." I repeat so maybe my words make it through his damn thick skull. Leaning forward I give him one of those soft, tender kisses he gave me last night just to cement the facts. When I pull away his eyes are soft and happy. That's when I breathe a sigh of relief.

"So, if I'm yours, that means you're mine, right?" He smirks against my lips and I roll my eyes.

"Well, I don't know about that..." I tease. His eyes light up with mischief and his hand slides my underwear and shorts down my legs. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Are you aware we're on a roof?" I ask, but I'm smiling.

He shrugs and starts drawing circles around my clit. "Say you're mine, and we can go inside." He says quietly. Little does he know, I don't give a shit where we are. I shake my head with a smile. His metal thumb brushes my clit and I look up at the sky, pressing my head against the metal behind me. "None of that. You look at me. Now." He scolds and I obey, looking into his beautiful blue eyes that are dark with lust. "What a good girl." He commends and rubs circles on my clit, causing me to cry out and almost break eye contact. "Say it." He continues swirling and he's lucky I can say anything at all.

"Make me." I dare him with a smirk. His eyes widen for just a moment before he releases my wrists and takes a slight step back. He pulls out his hard dick and moves back against me. He slides his hands under my shirt onto my waist and suddenly picks me up. I squeak when he lets go, but his hands are instantly under my thighs as he slams my back into the metal box. He aligns himself with me, but doesn't push in until I nod. He looks at my face as he slides every inch of himself into me easily. God, he made me wet so easily. "Sarge..." I moan, just doing my best not to shout. He pants as if that one word is making him hedge on his willpower. He pulls out and goes back in hard, pulling moans out of me every time. His hands squeeze my thighs and that's the icing on the cake. I cum so hard around him that I have to drape my arms around his shoulders and hold on for dear life. No coherent words slip out of my mouth, just moans.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK, Y/N!" Bucky shouts as I cum, shooting his seed inside me and squeezing my thighs even harder than before. We both come down panting. Carefully, he puts my feet back on the ground, but I instantly wobble. I have enough energy to pull up my pants and underwear as he does the same, then I depend on his support to keep me standing.

"I need a shower. And a change of clothes." I say, more than a little worn out. Bucky still has it in him to smirk.

"I'm in." I don't even have the heart to tell him that of course he's in, he's the one who's going to wash me because I may fall asleep right now, but I do smile.

"Hey, by the way, I've been in love with you too. Asshole."