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“C’mon Buck, where’s your holiday spirit?” you ask, your hands on your hips. You are standing in the doorway of your bedroom, giving your boyfriend of several months your best puppy dog eyes.
“No,” the man replies flatly, standing in the same pose as you. The only difference is the scowl on his face instead of a pout like yours.
“Pleeeeaaaaassssseeeeee, Bucky,” you continue, drawing the word out.
Bucky Barnes lets out an annoyed huff as he rakes his right hand through his shoulder length brown hair. His blue eyes are stormy – a tell-tale sign that he is annoyed – as you watch on quietly. He knows you expect him to cave to your demands; he’s not ashamed to admit that he’s puddy in your hands the moment you pull out that doe eyed look of yours. But not this time. This time, he was putting his foot down. “No,” he says again as he approaches you slowly.
You sigh dramatically as he closes the distance between the two of you. “It’s Hallowe’en, Bucky. You have to wear a costume,” you tell him.
“Not a chance in hell am I wearing that!” he tells you, his voice low and dangerous; it’s the voice you affectionately refer to as his “Winter Soldier” voice (mostly because you know it drives him crazy). He reaches out and rests his hands on your shoulders before slowly running them down your arms. “I love you, but I’m not wearing that,” he adds, his voice softer, before he leans in and kisses you lightly.
With a sigh, you return the kiss before moving out of Bucky’s way. “Party pooper,” you throw at his retreating form.
“Still not doing it!” he calls over his shoulder, smirking victoriously at you.
You roll your eyes and slam the bedroom door shut to change into your own costume. You had been looking forward to Hallowe’en; it is your second favourite holiday, after all. While you are far too old to go trick-or-treating, you love throwing on a costume to hand out candy to all the kids that come through your neighbourhood. You adored seeing their faces when they saw you – a grown-up – dressed up like they were year after year. You aren’t going to let your boyfriend throw off your Hallowe’en game this year you vow before stripping down to squeeze into your costume.
As the bedroom door slams shut, Bucky starts making his way to the living room. His plan is to plop himself on the couch in front of the television set while you give out candy. He’s come a long way in his recovery but he feels weary about giving candy out to small children; he’s not sure he trusts himself around them just yet. Just as he grabs for the remote, the doorbell rings. Bucky’s brow furrows as he glances at the clock on the living room wall; surely it’s still too early for trick-or-treaters, right? The sun hasn’t even started setting yet. Just to be safe, Bucky grabs the bowl of candy you have set out and cautiously makes his way to the door. He hasn’t even had the chance to grab a sweater to cover up his left arm; having it exposed around children made him feel anxious.
“Bucky? (Name)? You two in there?” came a familiar voice from the other side of the door. Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sets the candy bowl down before opening the door.
“Hey Stevie…. What the hell are you wearing?!” Bucky’s eyes go wide as he takes in his best friend. Bucky gives Steve an appalled look while the blond haired super soldier just grins. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. (Name) put you up to this, didn’t she?!” groans Bucky as he rubs his face with his flesh hand.
Steve steps into the apartment, his blue eyes twinkling with laughter. He knew before leaving the new Avengers’ facility that Bucky was going to be less than impressed with the costume (Name) had insisted weeks ago Steve wear. He had been willing to go along with it because the young woman had been so excited as she regaled Steve with her Hallowe’en ideas. “Pretty great, huh Buck? Stark helped with the arm,” Steve asks Bucky as he flexes his metal-coated left arm.
“The two of you deserve each other.”
“Hey, where’s your costume?” Steve asks as he shuts the front door behind him. He raises an eyebrow as Bucky just grunts out a few unintelligible words as he walks back over to the couch and drops down on it heavily. “The kids will get a real kick out of it, you know,” continues the original super soldier as he follows Bucky to the living room.
“You two have a twisted sense of humour,” Bucky just says darkly as he grabs the remote for the TV.
“You don’t think I make a convincing Winter Soldier?”
“Not with that head of hair you don’t, ya punk,” Bucky answers easily. Steve grins at him and pulls something from his back pocket. He quickly puts it on his head with a little “ta-da” and it takes everything Bucky has not to throw the remote at his friend’s head. “Stupid,” he mutters instead.
“Nah, that’s all on the couch with you,” jokes Steve, his voice filled with laughter.
“Steve! You look great!!” Your voice makes both Steve and Bucky turn to the bedroom door. You stand there, your (e/c) eyes sparkling as you take in Steve’s Winter Soldier costume; you feel ridiculously delighted that one of your two super soldiers is joining your Hallowe’en fun. You take several steps closer to the two men who are just staring at you as though you’ve sprouted an extra set of arms out of your head. “What?”
The two men both starts stuttering out words you can’t even begin to make out, their expressions similar. The only difference between them is Steve’s face is redder than a tomato and Bucky looks like he wants to ravish you. “Your… your costume is very… realistic,” the blushing super soldier finally manages to stammer out.
“You think so? Natasha leant me one of her old suits for tonight,” you inform Steve before doing a twirl to show off the entire outfit, your red wig bouncing with the motion. You had to have some alterations done to it, of course, but it was otherwise more comfortable than you imagined it being. Until that evening you had always wondered how Natasha had been able to move the way she did in such a tight, confining suit. You smile at Steve before turning to face your boyfriend. His eyes were stormy again though with unabashed desire for you instead of annoyance. “What do you think Bucky?” you ask softly. You begin to chew on your lower lip nervously as you wait for the original Winter Soldier to speak.
“I think Steve needs to stop ogling my gal,” Bucky finally says, growling slightly. Steve coughs and turns away quickly as Bucky rises from the couch and closes the distance between you. “Look at you, Doll,” he murmurs as he takes you in. “You know what you’re doin’ to me?” he asks you as he reaches up to cup your face with his hands.
You blush but flash him a cheeky smile. ”Inspiring you to put your own costume on?”
Groaning, Bucky ducks his head until your foreheads are touching, his brown locks mingling with the red strands of your wig. “I’d much rather get you outta yours,” he tells you.
“Will you put your costume on if I let you?” you ask.
Bucky just pecks you on the lips before stepping back. “There is no way in hell I am putting on that spangly monstrosity,” he says, ignoring Steve’s indignant “Hey!” as he backs away from you.
“Well then, I’ll just have to have some fun with the new and improved Winter Soldier model,” you huff before marching over to Steve and grabbing him by the fake metal arm. “You ready to impress some kids, Rogers?”
“You bet I am (Last Name),” chuckles Steve, ignoring the sour look Bucky gives the both of you.