I drank that stuff way too fast, I heard him say… "You want me to what?" Steve calmly managed over his erratic heart rate and reddening cheeks, glancing at the brunette beside him, "Kiss Bucky? W– What?" He questioned, though he heard him right, he just didn't believe it.
Tony smirked again. "Yes, I do." He replied, watching Steve.
Bucky looked over at Steve, then at Tony. He frowned a little bit, not sure what to expect. Some part of him…was excited. Wanted to be kissed. Another…was scared.
"Only if it's okay with him," Steve sighed and shook his head, not looking up from where he was refilling his glass. He left his glass on the coffee table and turned to Bucky, "Whaddya' say? Just for kicks?" He smiled shyly, though internally he was screaming. Natasha froze in suspense, her hand holding her drink in midair. Sam gripped his phone, eyeing Steve like a cowboy at a standoff waiting for the other to draw.
Bucky bit his lower lip a little bit, shifting in his seat. His eyes flicked around the group, before settling on Steve again. "I…guess." he replied slowly.
Tony was still smirking as he watched them.
Steve nodded, trying to smile like it was 'just for kicks,' but his feelings told him otherwise, and he let himself lean into Bucky's mouth. Sam readied his phone on the camera app drawing it in what felt to be slow motion, the whole room silent and watching with anticipation. Steve's breath hitched when his lips met Bucky's, his chest feeling like it was the beginning of an asthma attack for a second, that sinking, shrinking feeling in his chest, but then he inhaled and it expanded, spreading out and turning warm and then hot, taking his breath in mere shock of the fact that this was happening.
Bucky's eyes flickered shut as Steve's mouth met his, and he took a deep breath, feeling himself freeze up with that apprehension of the unknown. He was kissing Steve. In front of the rest of the Avengers. And he didn't know what to think or feel about that. He didn't know if this meant anything to Steve or not, if it should mean anything, but he knew that some part of himself was loving every bit of the contact of Steve's lips against his own.
Steve fought himself to let him stay there, wishing he could kiss him longer, again. Sam was taking photos like his phone was a rapid-firing machine gun. Steve let out a breathy laugh when he pulled back, looking at the rest of the group's amused faces, "Enjoy the show?" He asked a little harsher than he meant, going for his drink on the table.
Bucky opened his eyes again when Steve pulled away, letting out a slow breath. He didn't otherwise have much of a response, eyes flashing around the group. He bit his lip a little bit at Steve's tone. He didn't want it. Not with me. It won't happen again.
Sam shook his head happily at the photos, noticing Steve's lazy smile against Bucky before he had to pull away.
"Aw, don't pout." Natasha chuckled, lightly applauding, "Bucky, Steve, don't be mad. It was a good show–"
"…Didn't get my money's worth…" Sam joked quietly.
"–I'm not mad." Steve shook his head, though he was frowning.
Bucky wrinkled his nose a little bit, but didn't say anything. He linked his fingers together, resting his elbows on his knees. His hair fell into his face a little bit.
Tony smirked. "Well, I would have enjoyed a little more tongue action, but maybe next time." he said mischievously.
Steve chuckled weakly, trying to ease his discomfort. Next time. There won't be a next time. He didn't like it He shook his head to himself. Sam held his phone to his chest like it was gold, looking over at Tony and mouthing 'thank you.'
"Hmph," Steve smiled, looking to the group, "Guess it's my turn, then?" His eyes narrowed at Sam, time for his revenge. "TONY. Truth or dare?"
Tony grinned. "Hmm. Dare." he replied easily, looking at Steve and smirking still. He winked at Sam.
"I dare you to delete the photos." He smiled deviously, glancing at Sam and his smile that turned sour. That's right, I saw. "No…" Sam whined, clutching his phone and looking like he was ready to make a break for it.
Tony frowned. "Delete them…from where?" he asked slowly. "I don't have them, they don't belong to me. Sure, I'll delete them from my phone, but I can't delete them from anybody else's."
Steve frowned, Tony took some too? He shook his head, trying to negotiate "Why not? It'll take two seconds. Sam…"
Sam shook his head, "Don't test me. I'll put it on the fridge." Natasha nodded, whatever went on the fridge, stayed.
(wait wait wait I thought Steve dared Tony?? Right?)
(yes!! and i thought there might be a chase but if not thats fine)
(kk. So why the confusion? Tony didn't take the pictures so he can't really delete them since they're not his?? sorry I don't understand what's happening lmao. but yes a chase would be fun)
(i was thinking tony would have to get Sam's phone in a chase but secretly send them to Nat, but idk we could do somethin else)
(ohhhhh okay lmao)
Tony shook his head. "I'm not deleting them from other people's phones." he said stubbornly. "I'll delete the photos I was sent from my phone, but I won't delete them from everyone else's."
Steve chuckled a little deliriously, "Okay, okay– fine." He waved his hand, taking another sip and praying they wouldn't end up on the fridge. Knowing Natasha, that probably wouldn't happen.
Tony smirked. "But we're definitely putting them on the fridge." he said mischievously. He looked around. "Now. My turn again, right?"
Steve sunk deeper into the couch, throwing his drink back and slumping onto the couch cushion next to him. I'm miserable. Now I have to be reminded of this situation every time I make a damn sandwich.
"Yeah, it's your turn." Steve grumbled with a forced smile.
Tony smirked at Steve. "Alright." He looked around the group. "Sam! Truth or Dare?" He asked.
Bucky was quiet, examining the group and trying to make sense of the emotions bubbling inside of him, spurred on by that kiss.
"I'm picking dare." Sam nodded, don't wanna hear any more talk on dating, ugh.
Steve sighed quietly, his mind buzzing from the kiss…or the drink…whichever one it was, it was confusing; trying to shift between the warmness he felt for Bucky and the coldness of the delusion that they would never be together.
Bucky took a sip of his drink, glancing over at Steve for a moment, then at Sam and Tony.
Tony smiled a little, and thought for a moment. "Hm. Dare you to…" he trailed off, still thinking. "Dare you to try and do the worm." he said with a smirk.
"Pff- Try?" Sam grinned, shaking his head and setting his drink down, "I don't need to try, I can do it." He cleared his throat and stretched his arms, earning a chuckle from Nat. She knew he wasn't much of a dancer, but he could break out some moves if he wanted to. Not very well, though. Sam moved to the ground, pushing off and landing in a mediocre rendition of the worm. Steve chuckled applauded Sam, now that was a show.
Tony laughed a little bit. "Ah. Better than I can do, I suppose." He said with a smirk. He ran his hand through his hair, and took a sip of his drink.
Bucky drank a little more, biting his lip slightly. He didn't know what to say. What he could say.
Sam sank back into his chair, "Bruce…" He asked, a little tipsy and speaking like he was on a game show,
"Truth…or dare?"
Bruce blinked. "Oh. Truth." He replied after a moment, looking at Sam calmly. He had only drunk a little more, not wanting to lose control of the Hulk.