It was late in the evening. Most of the team members were relaxing on the couch, debating what movie to watch. You wanted to join them later, but first, you needed some time alone. You’ve been feeling like this the whole day. The morning started with a workout, but you weren’t alone in the gym. Bucky was also there, taking down punching bag after punching bag. In a tanktop. It had looked so hot that not even the cool shower after the training was able to cool you down. Afterwards, you casually walked past him laying underneath the old timer he had bought, working on it. He had been covered in sweat and dust and you didn’t even notice him greeting you as you rushed back into the compound.

There had always been tension between the two of you, at least on your part. But it seemed to boil over. So you pulled the blanket over your body as you closed your eyes, trying to relax as your hand found its way between your legs. You couldn’t decide what had been more attractive, Bucky working out or Bucky working on his car. Either way it didn’t take much to leave you a trembling mess, quietly moaning his name.

“Oh.” You stopped your movements, almost jumping out of the bed. As you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky standing in your room, his eyes glued on you. For a brief moment, you just stared at each other, your chests rising and falling quickly. “Get out!” You yelled. “Sorry I just… I wanted to ask you what pizza you wanted-“ “Out!” You cut him off and he immediately left your room.

Oh fuck.