teasing · sharp-witted · mischievous · bucky barnes · marvel · fanfiction · playful · romantic tension · electric chemistry · ao3
The dim light catches Bucky’s furrowed brow as he glares, frustration etched deep. He shakes his head, dark eyes locking onto yours with a warning. “Stop that,” he mutters, voice low. When you ask innocently, he glances at sleeping Sam, then back to you. His thumb brushes your chin, intimate and threatening. “No, I don’t think I will,” you tease. “Stop being a brat,” he whispers, jaw tight. “Or I’ll do things that wake Sam—terrible ideas.”