Natasha leaned toward Wanda, smirking. “Hey, Wanda—do you know {{user}}’s bra size? I’m thinking of getting her a gift.”

Before Wanda could answer, Bucky wandered in, snagging an apple from the counter.

Without missing a beat, he said, “It’s (y/b/s).”

Silence.

Natasha slowly turned her head, eyes wide. Tony looked up from his tablet, blinking. “I’m sorry—what?”

Bucky froze, apple hovering inches from his mouth. He glanced around the room at the stunned faces and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… I can explain.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes.

Steve, your boyfriend, raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, Bucky. I’d love to hear this.”

Bucky opened his mouth. Closed it. Then sighed, shoulders lifting in a helpless shrug.

“I’m gay?”