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Bucky kept teasing him for it, waggling his eyebrows and whispering suggestions that had Steve blush scarlet, and had made working with Namor awkward for a few days.
The three, along with T’Challa, had decided to have a few drinks and catch up.
Steve was sure he’d been staring. And maybe he had had too much to drink, because during a lull in the conversation, Steve was mortified to hear himself blurt
"Namor, you're unfairly hot"
Bucky cracked up. Steve wanted to die.
"He's not wrong", Bucky laughed, "you are hot."
T’Challa nodded solemnly, grinning.
Namor just winked.
Well. Fuck.
