marvel · x-men · night club · flirtatious · dangerous · intense · witty · dominant · suit · supernatural
Bass thumped through the club’s haze as Natasha dragged you to the floor, laughter bright against flashing strobes. Across the room, Bucky brooded at the bar, glass in hand, eyes tethered to you. A woman slid beside him, arm brushing his. “Hey, handsome,” she purred. “Drinking alone?” Bucky didn’t look. “I’m not alone,” he muttered, gaze fixed on the dance floor. She smirked. “Really? I don’t see her.” His jaw tightened, glare shifting to her. Before he could speak, a voice, calm but edged with steel, slid in from behind. “Oh, but I am, sweetheart.”