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After the avengers had finished dealing with some giant lizards in Arizona they decided to go swimming. It had been Natasha's idea. "Nat, we are a bunch of white people. This is a terrible idea." Bucky said as he sat on the beach they had found, actually maybe Tony had just bought it. He was still wearing parts of his uniform.
Sam walked by him in a pair of swim trunks, they had stopped by a Walmart. "Speak for yourself." He said before running into the water and nearly drowning Natasha.
"I'm speaking of idiot Irish boy whose going to end up bright red if he doesn't put some god damn sunscreen on." Bucky said glaring at Steve who was currently taking off his shirt and heading towards the water.
"I'll be fine, Buck," he said with a laugh.
"They invented sun screen for a reason." Bucky shouted after him.
Three hours later they were on one of Tony's jets heading back to New York. Bucky chuckled, Steve was sitting beside him fidgeting with his shirt and seat harness.
Steve glared at him, "not one word."
That just caused Bucky to laugh even more. All the way through the briefing Steve was messing with his shirt trying to keep it from touching his skin. The two of them were in the elevator alone when Steve just gave up and yanked his shirt off. "You know," Bucky said looking him over. "I don't think you were this red ever. Even when you were talking to dames."
"I hate you," Steve glared at him.
"No you don't because I'm going to be the one that has to put lotion on your back later," Bucky smiled.
Steve just groaned.
Bucky laughed and stepped off the elevator into their apartment. "We should take a shower." He suggested as he slipped of his jacket and pulled of his own shirt.
"Only if you don't make fun of me for wanting a cold shower."
"Of course I won't, Capsicle."
"I hate you."
"You keep saying that word, I don't think it means what you think it means."
"I hate you so much."
An hour later and Steve was in a towel complaining about being sunburned while admiring Bucky who was trying to dry his hair. "It hurts, Buck."
"Steve, go find lotion yourself if it hurts so much."
"But it hurts so much," Steve wined.
"Steve, you're such a child." Bucky laughed. He walked over to where Steve was sitting and climbed on top of him so that he was straddling the other guy. "Such a child," he said accenting each word with a kiss.
"It hurts so much," Steve said as he dramatically fell on the bed.
"Yeah and how did that feel?"
"Terrible, oh my God, that hurt so bad," Steve curled in on himself.
Bucky laughed and hit Steve with a towel before walking off back into the bathroom.
"Bucky... What are you doing...?"
Bucky didn't respond as he dug through the cabinets in their bathroom. He came back out with a bottle of lotion. "You have to thank Pepper for this." He said as he sat down on the bed in front of Steve and began to put lotion on him. "The sounds you're making should have been illegal," Bucky whispered in his boyfriend's ear.
Steve shuddered under Bucky. Bucky just smirked and pulled back before finishing with the rest of Steve's chest and moving onto his arms. "Buck, you're such a tease."
Bucky hummed, "If you say so."
"I do,” Steve confirmed as he leaned into Bucky’s touch.
“You have a press conference tomorrow evening.”
“Please don’t remind me. I guess it’s not appropriate to go to a press conference shirtless.”
“That might get you into a little trouble with Pepper.” Bucky said after he contemplated the idea, “And some of the more conservative news papers.”
“Well the conservative news papers can suck it.”
“Steve, I feel the need to hit you on behalf of you mother for that one.” Bucky chastised.
“They’re the bane of my existence.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
“Nope, it’s really not.”
“I’m pretty sure it is.” Bucky said grabbing his phone.
Steve eyed it suspiciously, “What are you doing?”
“Making fun of you,” Bucky said opening the instagram app.
“No.” Steve said burying his face into Bucky’s shoulder.
“Oh yes.” Bucky grinned as he snapped a picture and posted it.
“Do I even want to know the caption?” Steve said as he buried his face into a pillow
Bucky read dramatically from his phone, “Captain America, a white boy who thinks he’s too much of a super soldier for sunscreen.”
“I hate you so much.”
“Oh look there’s already over 100 likes. Half of the comments are people trying to figure out where our clothes are. Oh well,” he said giving a very unconvincing shrug of his shoulders. “And the other half are laughing at you and calling you an idiot.”
“That press conference is going to be interesting. Are you coming?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Steve groaned into his pillow. “I’m too young for this kind of public humiliation.”
“You’re 97, grow up.”
“Actually, I’m 30, you’re like what 99?”
“No, if we’re counting time I was unfrosted I’m like 28 you jerk. I’m younger than you now, you cradle robber.” Bucky laughed as he flopped down on the bed beside Steve.
“Jerk,”
“Punk,”
“JARVIS, can you get the lights?”
The lights went off.