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i usually get uncomfortable when i notice people staring at me, but not squirmy like i don’t think i react physically but i cringe a little on the inside. HOWEVER, if bucky was staring at me.... i would not complain. IN FACT, i would enjoy it. that’s my hypothesis. i wish i could confirm it. anyways, this was so cute and steve radiated best friend energy when he told bucky he was staring at reader. like he really said this is just my job, buck. it’s my privilege. it’s what i signed up for.

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— pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

— summary: bucky only notices what is happening to him when steve points out how much he’s been staring. when he realizes it and feels what it means, he decides to do something about it.

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warnings: explicit language, sensitive content; it’s mostly fluff!

words: 1.2k 

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it’s steve’s fault.

then again, if bucky’s being honest to himself, a lot of things in his life are.

problems started by steve come through one of two ways: either he puts his fits up, or he worded things a certain way.

in this particular case, the problem was his words.

weekdays meant debriefs, meetings and team assessment and response practice.

practice meant kicking steve’s ass for at least a couple of hours until he learned something useful and managed a maneuver in bucky’s Asset-trained defense—steve finally smiled, practice ended, repeat.

somewhere in the middle of that routine, a missing step slipped by him completely until steve pointed it out on a random wednesday afternoon.

“you do that a lot, you know?” steve asked, looking up at bucky.

he was sitting on the floor — getting his ass kicked involved a lot of floor kissing when fighting Bucky — and instead of getting up, he had opted for laying on the ground to dry some sweat off with a towel and drink some water.

“do what a lot?” bucky asks.

“stare at her.”

the three words make bucky’s head snap back in steve’s direction.

he wants to play dumb and say ‘what are you talking about’, but his eyes were watching. they were glued to the figure on the other side of the fighting ring, sparring with nat and dancing with movements so precise only a fellow widow could evade and counter against.

you.

nat was an old friend, but you—you were the movement in the room that always caught his eyes.

if there was ever a widow too dangerous, it was you. just like nat, your webs no longer caught innocent blood, but bucky was no innocent and every time you walked in the premises, he was stuck.

“damn, buck.” steve’s surprised laughter brings him back to the moment—denying was useless, so playing dumb was too.

“shut up,” bucky huffed as a response.

the tip of his ears felt remotely warm and the bubbling inside his chest felt foreign and familiar at the same time.

by the look glinting in steve’s blue eyes, he saw it too.

“haven’t seen you look this coy or try to play dumb in a while,” says steve. his voice is tentative, so bucky feels a little calmer about how nervous he feels to be feeling weird in the first place.

steve’s words cause two troubles all at once: first one had the easiest fix—he was staring and it takes only a minute of Asset-level analysis to realize that he’s been staring for a while now. the issue comes and goes with ease because as soon as he’s made aware of it, bucky’s next thought is,

how can i not stare? she’s mesmerizing.

the second trouble was the one freezing him in his spot for half a second: the staring came from a bubbly, warm place inside of bucky that he thought had been lost decades ago, beat off of him inside the cold of a cryo chamber, away from any kind or tender touches.

“is this a distracting tactic?” bucky asks. he knows steve will pretend to rise to the bait because, at the end of the day, that’s how good of a friend steve rogers is. “'cause it ain’t working, stevie. get off your ass, you need to lose again.”

“oh, it’s so on.”

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for one week, bucky assesses his situation.

steve was right—he does that. a lot.

as soon as you walked in, his eyes found your frame no matter what he was doing.

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