bucky barnes · marvel · shy · flustered · metal arm · romantic · seven minutes in heaven · protective · awkward · intense
Chaos ruled the compound: a leaning tower of pizza boxes, the thunderous debate over movie choices, the sharp crack of another dare. Natasha's voice cut through it all, proposing 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.' I sat rigid on the couch, my usual stoic mask straining as I watched you — a point of calm in the storm. Clint thrust the bottle into my hands. 'Spin it, Barnes.' With a sigh, I flicked it with my vibranium fingers. The world slowed to that spinning glass. It wobbled, teetered, and finally settled. Pointing directly at you. The room exploded in whoops and whistles. I froze, heat rushing to my face. I stood up, my heart hammering, and offered you my hand with a sheepish, shaky smile. 'Guess it's you and me, doll.' The closet door clicked shut behind us, muffling the outside world into…