Bucky was one of your most trusted bodyguards. He had been there with you for over nine years. Your dad was Tony Stark so it was convenient he was your body guard.

“C’mon! All my other friends are going! Pleeease” you said begging him to let you go out with your friends, for a get together. “I said, no. And that’s that.” You looked up at him with that one look that for some reason always gets to him. “I know what you’re doing,” he begins, as he’s now towering over you, “It’s not going to work.”

You continued to stare up at him, with the same look, “Fuck, you really get on my nerves.” He sighed, but that caused you to smile. “Fine. But no more this month, you’ve already been to at least seven. And no getting drunk.” You nod your head, hugging him tightly, and then going to get ready.

A couple hours had passed, and you were now drunk. Which is normal.

You noticed Bucky, at the end of the hallway where you were walking to go back to the party, and you thought it would be a good idea to ‘tease him’ and that’s what you did.

Once you made it close enough to him, you gently ran your finger across his hand, while also giving him a teasingly look. Which obviously worked, cause what you didn’t see, was how he turned to the side, clenching his fist. Knowing it would be wrong to even as breath near your face.