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It was Friday night and seen as it was the first one in a while, where they weren’t battling some crazy alien or monster, Tony suggested they have a film night. They all decided on watching The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, piling onto sofas and armchairs, with plushy cushions and warm, fluffy blankets.
“Who wants toffee popcorn?” Clint asked, from the armchair nearest the left of the lounge, bowl in his hands, with Natasha curled up on his lap like a possessive cat.
“Pass it over,” Sam replied, from his spot on the sofa the other side of Steve, “I’m the only one who likes toffee.”
“Yeah, ‘coz it tastes funny,” Bucky snorted, throwing his arm around Steve’s shoulder, who was sitting in between the two soldiers, with his head tucked under the brunette’s chin.
“You don’t mind eatin’ somethin’ else that tastes funny,” Tony smirked, sitting down on the other sofa, with Pepper and Thor.
Bucky smirked, eyes glittering, winking at Steve, “don’t taste funny to me.”
The blond groaned, blushed and buried his face in Bucky’s chest, “Buckyyy.”
“Oh God, we hear enough of that when you’re alone,” Natasha rolled her eyes, making Wanda laugh from her spot beside Clint’s seat, her back pressed against his leg.
“We don’t need to hear it here too,” Pietro grinned, falling into the seat next to Thor, whose loud laugh was probably heard all over the complex.
“Shut up!” Steve grumbled, somewhat incoherently against Bucky’s chest, hiding himself further, as the brunette laughed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
“All right, leave the old man alone,” Tony laughed, shaking his head, “who has got the remote? Press play.”
However, Bucky couldn’t help but whisper about halfway during the film, just for Steve’s ears, “I love the way you taste and the sounds you make, baby doll.”
Steve had never been more mortified and turned on in his entire life.