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How to Turn a Death Threat into a Date

Summary:

Bucky texts the wrong number after throwing his old phone in a porta potty and Steve stealing his cat kigurumi.

Tony can't help but be curious about the death threat that he receives from an unknown number that for once he knows nothing about.

Somehow, these idiots end up together.

Notes:

This fic is inspired a little bit by one of my favorite wrong number AUs ever which I highly recommend if you read Captive Prince fic. Anywho, inspired by that, ft. wrong numbers, terrible clothing being stolen by best friends, and an unfortunate mopey breakup. Also Harley Keener.

Enjoy. Or don't. Just read it and suffer. Idk, you're your own person and can make your own bad decisions.

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Chapter 1: Hey, Shady Baby

Chapter Text

Wednesday

(2:01p) I will fucking stab you istg

(2:01p) You better return my cat kigurumi. I know you stole it asshole

(2:02p) C'mon you heartless bastard. You know that was Alpine's favorite

(2:03p) Also your read receipts are on, shitface

(2:05p) Oh shit

(2:05p) This isn't Steve, I'm so sorry

(2:05p) Wrong number

(2:06p) I just realized because Steve just fucking texted me, the smug lil shit

(2:07p) Oh shoot sorry if you're a kid I have a filthy mouth

(2:08p) I'm really sorry about all of this

(2:10p) Oh God I really hope you aren't paying like 10 cents per text or something. I can venmo you the money or something I'm really sorry

(2:15p) Don't be sorry. Your texts provided a rather welcome distraction from a terribly boring meeting. Though it’s been a while since I’ve received any death threats.

(2:16p) And no, I'm not a child, and I have a 14 year old whose language is even worse than yours. Also, who still pays per text???

(2:16p) My best friend Steve

(2:17p) The same Steve that you just tried to send a dozen texts.

(2:18p) Yeah. He also hates it when I swear. I’ll find a way to make him pay… even if it’s $1.20 on his phone bill. Also, I wouldn’t kill Steve, unlike some people, I have SKILL. It would be a light stab, you could even call it loving.

(2:19p) Right. Cause he stole your cursed cat onesie.

(2:20p) FIRST OF ALL

(2:21p) Okay yeah, I have no excuse. I’m a grown man with a nyan cat kigurumi, what about it?

(2:36p) At least you know your actions are inexcusable.

(2:38p) Wow. Hurtful. I reveal my deepest, darkest secret to you, and that’s how you react?

(2:39p) I don’t even know who you are.

(2:40p) Oh right. Sorry, my name is Bucky and I’m an adult human man with a cat kigurumi.

(2:43p) The fact that you specified ‘human’ is not reassuring.

(2:45p) Bucky is a real boy

(2:47p) Riiiiiiight. Not that this hasn’t been thrilling, but I have to go back to work now. Have fun with your stabbing.

(2:49p) Aw thanks, doll. Really appreciate your support in these trying times

(2:57p) Steve sent me another picture of himself in my kigurumi. The lovingness of his future stabbing decreases with each and every image. Btw.

(3:15p) Okay he sent me a pic of his asshole bf in my kigurumi. The stabbing is officially veering into plain stabbing territory.

(4:45p) In interest of plausible deniability, I’m going to have to ask you to stop there.

(4:47p) Yes, cause when I’m inevitably arrested for my best friend’s murder, they’re gonna find the random dude I texted that I don’t even know the name of

(4:52p) Stranger things have happened. One time I was arrested because my best friend made me laugh and I spit out a gummy worm and someone slipped on it and I accidentally elbowed them in the face on their way down. Also ‘dude’????

(4:55p) Person? Woman? Enby?

(4:56p) Less to do with the gender and more to do with really? Dude? Gender-wise, it’s fine.

(4:56p) Your failure to stop me means Steve’s blood is on your hands as well [image]

(4:57p) So judgy

(4:58p) That’s ketchup.

(4:59p) It’s a metaphor

(5:05p) What could the ketchup possibly be a metaphor for?

(5:07p) Steve could be a tomato. You don’t know me, you don’t know my life.

(5:08p) Don’t you have anything better to do than text the random wrong number that you threatened to stab?

(5:09p) Not really. Other than mope and contemplate Steve’s inevitable demise. Which, yeah sorry about texting you. I got a new phone, and apparently I typed in Steve’s number wrong

(5:12p) There’s this fantastic thing called data tranfer which prevents things like that.

(5:13p) Well yeah, but you see, things like data transfer tend to work better when your old phone isn’t in a porta potty somewhere

(5:15p) … I don’t think I want to know…

(5:16p) It was a choice, albeit a bad one. We all make poor decisions after a bad breakup. Don’t judge me.

(5:16p) So now I have just Steve’s number because he texted me and yours, o nameless one. I could really use a second contact to make myself look a little less pathetic ;(

(5:23p) I don’t think winky faces really work with frowns.

(5:23p) Darlin, you haven’t seen my smoulder yet 

(5:24p) Also why would I give my number to someone who abused technology for their ex’s sins and threatened to stab me?

(5:25p) ;’(

(5:31p)

(5:31p) It’s Tony.