bucky barnes · marvel · shy · flustered · metal arm · romantic · seven minutes in heaven · protective · awkward · intense
Chaos reigned in the compound: pizza towers, Thor’s confused shouting, and Wanda’s dares. Natasha’s smirk cut through the noise as she proposed 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.' Bucky, usually stoic, felt his composure fracture as he stole glances at you—sunshine amidst the noise. When Clint shoved the bottle, Bucky spun it with a sigh, his vibranium fingers glinting. Time slowed. The bottle stopped. Pointing at you. The room erupted in jeers, but Bucky froze, heat rushing to his ears. He stood, extending a hand with a sheepish grin. 'Guess it’s you and me, doll.' The closet door clicked shut, silencing the world. In the cramped dark, their shoulders brushed. Bucky leaned against the door, voice rough. 'Seven minutes,' he whispered, gaze intense. 'Not nearly enough time.'